#most of them seem to be a little too passionate but in a dorky way rather than a toxic way

[passionpluto]

i love how we seem to have come to the mutual conclusion that rooligans are the sorts of stans that are extremely whimsical and annoyingly twee but ultimately harmless, like the sorts of people that will make friendship bracelets for every taylor swift song known to man but just sell them on etsy and mostly stay out of the drama

[jtownraindancer]

top 5 burn characters go

Good gods Anon this is evil. Only five!??? 😭💕

I spent like three days trying to make up my mind on this, and I'm still not satisfied, but as of the moment, in no particular order:

The Best Boys

Mr. William Guppy of Kenge & Carboy, Bleak House

He's awkward, he's manipulative, he has no real social skills to speak of, and he's in love. I actually really disliked this character when I first read the book circa 2011, but as Burn seems wont to do, I ended up being completely won over in the end. ^_^; His Guppy is expressive, less a comic relief and almost sympathetic. I mentioned in a conversation with @synthapostate about how Guppy is technically an antagonist, but he's played in such a way that you really can't see it (unlike the book). Also the camera is half in love with Burn this entire series, and it makes it very, very easy to fall in love with this dorky, curly-haired puppy of a man.

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, Pacific Rim & Pacific Rim: Uprising

I could write sonnets about Hermann for how much I've come to love him. 😅 He's one of the Characters of All Time for me. From his passion, his stubborn resilience, and his sharp humor, to his unwavering loyalty for those he cares for and his ability to care so deeply, how could I not irrevocably fall for him? (Also singlehandedly the cause of the 2023 Burn Binge.) Hermann found his way into my heart from the very beginning, but I never realized how at home he had made himself until the day I turned around and he was patiently waiting for me to see him. I think I fell for him and Newt in the same fell swoop, and my love for both of them is unwavering.

Dr. Owen Harper, Torchwood

I've been in love with this bastard since 2013; I've been repressing that adoration for 10 years. I- I don't really remember the exact moment that my opinion of Owen shifted from extreme dislike to him carving a permanent place in my very being, but there it is. He's sarcastic, an incorrigible flirt, and has one of the biggest, kindest hearts I've ever come across in fiction. At the time, I was pre-Med, and I aspired to be half as compassionate a doctor as him. After Exit Wounds, I gave up Torchwood (I couldn't, not with Tosh gone too.), but I've slowly been dipping my toes back in via Burn's reading of some of the books & the Big Finish audios. It's been 10 years, yet I think I'm more in love with this bastard than I ever was before. (And okay, I admit, he might be my favorite-favorite ^_^;)

Sgt. Detective William Blore, And Then There Were None

Bill, Bill, Bill... He's a crooked cop, he's tired of everyone's nonsense, he's filled with regret, he's probably gay. Detective Blore is yet another classic lit character that I first met back in the late 20-aughts, early 2010s who I really didn't care for. Then 2023 rolls around, and not only did I come to love him in this adaptation, but I've ended up going on an Agatha Christie bender because of it. Burn made me... well love would be too strong a word, but I definitely rank Blore as "a poor little meow meow."

Major Edmund Hewlett, TURN

How could this list be at all complete without including my beloved major? (Just picking a gif for this made me realise how badly I've missed him. 🥺) Edmund is... How do I explain how much I adore this guy? How do I possibly pin down the levels of pride I have in his journey, in his growth, explain the way my heart aches at the twists and turns that will tear him apart and build him back even stronger? How do I possibly do justice in conveying how damn aspirational he is, how merciful, how delightful? I can't, really. He's a force of nature that one must experience for themselves. (And I need to resume my rewatch methinks~)

Runner-Ups

(or the characters who have been spinning in my brain nonstop like rotisserie chickens and absolutely deserve mention)

Ben Jarvis, Cheat

I... I have entire essays I want to write about this guy. I have theories I want to discuss, but as most of them are... I can't. Yet. Maybe soon? I- Anyway. Ben was a huge surprise, and definitely nowhere close to what I was expecting when I finally got around to watching this show. I would be lying to say it wasn't a pleasant surprise, and I absolutely love how Burn was able to do a lot of solo work this series, with a lot of focus on body language and his uncanny knack for killer expressions.

Jacko Argyle, Ordeal By Innocence

This... This beautiful little shit ♡ One of the first Burn movies I actively chose to seek out, my second in his Agatha Christie adaptations, and my first dive into gif making. And Jacko-! Oh, Jacko... You stole my heart then broke it in only a few, few precious moments of screentime and backstory. He haunts the entire film, he haunts me still, and I'm so glad I had the chance to meet him.

Martin, Up There

(Oh look yet another one of my gifs 😅)

Martin is absolutely one of my favourite characters, especially for his absolute growth during the film. He crawls out of his downward spiral, he finds himself again, and ultimately discovers that there can be life after death. He just- He's grumpy, he's beautifully sarcastic, he's depressed, he's loved, and he just- Seriously I love him. Martin feels like a friend who I haven't seen in an age, and it's always a good day to bump into him again.

Reverend Benedict Marley, Lark Rise to Candleford

I almost forgot my favourite clergyman??? D:

Benedict Marley came into my life just to shake my very foundations, send me on an existential journey of self discovery, and waited for me at the end of it all with a soft smile and encouraging words. He only had one episode in the show, but his story was so easily woven and understood, his humility humbled me, and in ways that make me almost afraid to admit aloud- I felt seen in a way that I ever so rarely am. I connected to him; I understand him. He has depths that I could hardly explain in a single paragraph, but I can say that- out of all these characters- my feelings are birthed more out of a very deep respect and admiration.

I can't say this list will stay the same- I'm far from through with Burn's portfolio- but for his on-screen roles, these guys firmly remain top-tier for me. :)

(If you'd like to hear about his voice work instead, please let me know; I could go on for Hours about some of those lads. ♡)

Thanks for the ask Anon, and if you haven't seen any of these yet, I definitely recommend them!

[ask-shane]

this has already probably been asked, but what's yor opinion on the other bachelors and bachelorettes in town? (you don't have to do ALL of them! just do a few if you want!!)

i'm not one to usually talk aloud about my neighbors, but let's give this a shot. for all intents and purposes.

might as well go through the whole list while we're at it. and hey, just a fair warning: my opinion is always subject to change. i'm just speaking based on what i know for now.

alright. prepare for some blabbing. if you're not interested, there's your cue to bounce.

alex: alex is complicated. he's a little self-absorbed. and arrogant. but he's also not as mean as he seems. he just has this whole "bad boy" image he likes to put on for whatever reason. at his core, i think he's actually a pretty nice guy. we both like gridball and can chat over that so i can't really complain too much. sebastian: i hardly see this guy around. maybe during town festivals or at the saloon playing pool, yeah, but i can count on my fingers the amount of times we've talked one on one. it's possible he's just not much of a talker. i can't figure out if he's reserved or just doesn't have a lot to say. dude's doing his own thing most of the time and that's fine by me. elliott: his speech and outlook on life can come off as kinda pretentious or egotistical, though to be fair... if i were him, i'd be the same way. he's done well for himself. he's a little hard to catch since he never leaves the house, but if you get him talking about books, his passion is pretty admirable. it's just hard to connect with him because he always seems to have this "mysterious elusive writer" image up.

sam: i don't mind this guy, actually. he's my co-worker too which i guess is a good thing. he's laid-back and doesn't sweat the little stuff. super easy going, just wants to chill out and have a good time... we're not close buddies or anything, but from our short break room chats, it's clear he's pretty passionate about music. almost reminds me of myself when i was younger. he's got a good head on his shoulders. harvey: what can i say? he saved my life when i was at my lowest. i've got a lot of respect for the work he does and for taking me in that night. sure, he's dorky, but he's way smarter than i could ever dream of being, so who am i to judge? he's like the dream kid every parent wishes theirs could be. hope the guy's not overworking himself. knowing him though, he probably is... emily: she's one of the closer friends i have in this shitty town. she's been incredibly optimistic for as long as i've known her and normally that'd piss me off, but i actually find her tolerable. maybe it's the way she accepted me and stayed kind even when i was being a piece of shit. i gotta appreciate her for that.

abigail: i know she's pierre's daughter and that's about where my knowledge stops. like sebastian, i hardly ever see her, let alone find a reason to chat. she's a mystery to me. i do wonder if she has any hard feeling towards me, considering my job at joja right across from her dad's store. knowing the trouble that corporation's caused them, i'm not sure i'd forgive me either. hopefully she gets that it's not my call though.

haley: i never thought i'd say this out loud, but she's kind of the stereotype for spoiled city girl. she thinks she's all that and you just get the sense that she thinks she's better than you. she probably sees me as nothing more than dirt beneath her shoes for all i know. although honestly, i think it's just a defense mechanism for some deeper insecurity. i can see right through that.

penny: she's jas's teacher and also the only teacher for the kids in town. that's gotta be a handful. thankfully it seems like she really loves what she does. i have a feeling she just wants to do the right thing, which is hard to find in people these days. she also has to deal with pam's alcoholic instability at home but never gives up or lets herself become hopeless and i admire her for that. good for her.

maru: while i don't know her personally, i know she's accomplished. from what i've seen and heard from her proud dad, they work together on science research projects and whatnot. with a strong support system like hers she's set up for a future making headlines as an astronomer or something like that. she strikes me as someone who struggles to take things easy but that's pretty normal for goal-oriented people. i don't have much to say about her aside from that. leah: she's my neighbor, if you can even call it that. every time i see her art in the town square, i've gotta admit, it gets a nod of approval from me. i try not to knock other people's art, but every now and then i see these abstract pieces going for a million g that make me think i could've made them at home for a buck or two. so i gotta hand it to her. her craft is impressive.

[motownfiction]

coconut

Emma Jett O’Connor is twenty-six years old, overheating in her childhood bedroom, and trying to update her bio for the Graduate Students page on her department website.

The academic stuff is easy. She knows her research interests like the back of her hand. New Hollywood. Outlaws and gangsters. Obsessed with Easy Rider, even after all this time, which is probably why Daisy is still her best friend. Not a big fan of Midnight Cowboy, but that all goes out the window as soon as Harry Nilsson sings. Everybody’s talkin’ at me. Oh. Too beautiful for a film so upsetting.

But the personal stuff. That’s harder.

Why does she even need to list her personal passions? She doesn’t want to seem approachable. She wants to seem intimidating. That way, when people find out she can be approachable, they’re pleasantly surprised. If she seems too nice right away, people will take advantage of her. Look at Elenore. Sure, she’s a success in the office, but everywhere else … her sister hurts and hurts and hurts. Poor lady.

But the department is making demands, and so, Emma will follow them. If she complies, maybe they’ll let her teach an intermediate Cinema Studies course next year, like they keep promising her they will. Anything to be able to choose her own films.

Personal passions. Personal passions.

Writing, for one. It’s basic enough. Doesn’t tip her hand too much. All academics have to write, but not all academics are passionate about writing. But Emma is. She learned it from her mother, weaver of words and ideas.

Coca-Cola, for another. She got that from her whole family. She remembers going to Michigan to visit her grandparents when she was little and how special she felt when Daddy would let her drink out of the big Coca-Cola glass at his old favorite restaurant. Of course, she won’t say any of that. But she remembers.

Star Wars, for a third. Everyone knows that about her. They’ve known it since the first semester of her master’s program, when she dressed up like Princess Leia for Halloween with no shame. She learned that one from Elenore, who did the same in her first year of law school.

What else should she even list? She opens her phone, thinking maybe one of her silly Pinterest boards will give her an idea. Something interesting but not too personal. But she doesn’t get as far as Pinterest.

She has a text from Paul, and it’s a video.

With her heart thrumming in her ears, she hits the play button. Why is her hand shaking?

Because there’s Paul, at his hotel in Orlando where he’s giving a paper on Batman Forever, wearing a stupid (read: adorable) tropical shirt, a stupid (read: sweet) hat like a dad on vacation, and bobbing his head in time with the radio behind him.

You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up …

Emma giggles.

More Harry Nilsson.

She reads the little blurb under Paul’s video and giggles even more.

What do you think? the bubble reads. Dorky enough?

She laughs as she types, probably a little too eager, but she doesn’t care.

Definitely, she writes back. Maybe maximum dork.

She sighs. Yes. He could be her fourth passion. Paul Westerberg Donnelly, thirty-three years old, fair reddish hair, named after the frontman of The Replacements, also going into his third year of the Ph.D. program in Emma’s department. They’re office mates. Initially, Emma was worried to share a space with him because he was a little older (and a guy). But the first time she saw him laugh, it was all over. His eyes damn near glittered, and she realized they were blue, a little like hers. He didn’t lean back like most people. He leaned to the side, like he was trying to dodge the joke. From then on, she knew they would get along. From then on, she knew she could love him forever if he would let her.

They’re not dating. They’ve never kissed, held hands, or admitted anything. But Emma knows there’s something. A vibe, as her students might call it. She’s not sure if she should say anything, or if she should wait for him. All she knows is that she doesn’t want to be embarrassed. All she knows is that when she looks at him, it feels like love.

She puts a playlist on shuffle. Really, she shouldn’t even be surprised.

Can’t live … if livin’ is without you …

Yes. Paul Donnelly is Emma O’Connor’s fourth passion. But she writes down music instead.

[shangrila11]

Having him as a duelling partner // Yuto, Yugo (YGO! Arc-V) and Yudias Velgear (YGO! Go Rush!!) & reader

(Inspired by Cross Duels which unfortunately has ended its services)

Yuto

You were intrigued by the XYZ duelist when you first duelled him. He might seem stoic but from the way he dueled, you could tell that he was kind and merciful. So wanting to get to know him, you asked him to be your tag partner after the duel. To your surprise and delight, he agreed to it. Apparently, he was curious about you as well.

Whenever you doubt yourself whatsoever, Yuto was always there to encourage you with a soft smile. He was also protective. Even though tve Interdimensional War was over, it still had an effect on him. He couldn't help making sure that you were alright physically and emotionally. You would assure him that you were alright, even though you didn't know what was the cause of his worry at first. You did your best to support him, both during and outside duels as well.

If the two of you won a duel, Yuto would warmly congratulate on a job well down. Grinning, you would give him a fist bump, saying that he did well too. On the other hand, if you lost, Yuto would comfort you, telling you that you did your best and that the two of you would do better next time. You would nod, smiling a little.

"You know, I used to enjoy duelling, playing with Shun and others back at Heartland Academy but after the Academia attacked, I was forced to view dueling as a means of survival instead. It was you and Yuya who helped me find the fun in dueling again. For that, thank you."

"It's nothing. That's what partners and friends are for."

Yugo

Yugo was the one to offer you to tag team. He had a lot of fun duelling against. Besides, he needed a partner. You readily agreed, sharing his sentiments.

Yugo would cheer you on when it's your turn during duels (and outside of duels). Seeing his grin would give you the confidence you need. You would cheer for him as well when it was his turn.

As Yugo tended to be hotheaded, you had to calm him down if opponents or anyone else offended him (by saying his name wrong, etc.). Your soothing words would do the trick and Yugo would mutter that he was letting the person off easily because of his partner, making you chuckle.

The two of you would often engage in friendly bickering. But the two of you would try to not let the little arguments get in the way of duels... most of the time.

If the two of you won, you would high-five each other, smiling brightly. Yugo would remark that the two of you made a really good team (or something along those lines) to which you agreed happily. However, if you lost, Yugo would feel bummed at first. He would then check on you to make sure you were alright and cheer you up by taking you on a ride on his D-Wheel, treating you, saying encouraging words, etc.

"Hey, just wanna say thanks for being my partner. I have a lot of fun dueling alongside you. You never fail to amaze me with your dueling skills and to help me improve as a duelist. I couldn't ask for anyone more fitting to be my partner."

"Thanks! You're pretty awesome yourself. Here's to a long partnership!"

Yudias

The serious yet dorky alien amazed you with his potential and passion for Rush Duels. And so you eagerly invited him to be your tag partner. He agreed without hesitation, seeing a kindred spirit in you. Moreover, it was nice to have another human friend.

Being an alien, he could come off as... eccentric but you got used to it, even finding it charming. He was also curious about Earth culture (aside from Rush Duels) and would you about it. You, too, would ask about the culture of his people.

Because of your kindness and patience in teaching Yudias, the 8.8 million Velgearians aboard the Valvelgear liked you, acknowledging you as one of them. You, too, were fond of them, giving them gifts, talking with them and such.

As you were the more experienced between the two, you would give tips to Yudias and coached him (Fortunately, your training sessions weren't as vigorous as a certain actress's...). The Velgearian took your advice and training sessions seriously and was grateful for help.

The two of you would support each other during and outside duels. If the two of you won, you would give each other a thumbs up, grinning. If you lost, the two of you would of course feel disappointed but motivated to improve.

"Thank you for teaming up with me and for teaching me about Rush Duels, my dear friend and comrade. You and our friends have helped me understand Rush Duels better. It's been fun as well."

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!"

"My pleasure, Yudias! I enjoy having you as my partner as well! Let's continue to work hard!"

"UTS!"

[braverytattoos]

Omg Love, you’re too sweet! Thank you for making me feel included and not gatekeeping. I’m always soooo nervous to join a new fandom, especially knowing how passionate this one is! And yea sorry I tend to be too much always but ya know I’m working on it.. kinda? But yea Larry just feels wildly important to me for whatever reason? Like a month ago I had no clue who/what it was and now suddenly I’m trying to figure out how to fix all of society so they can just be. But I also just want to shake them and tell them to stop hiding and playing games and just do what they want and be together and fuck what everyone else thinks (unless of course this is what they want but it doesn’t feel like it is).

Also, can I just ask, do you/did you have a favorite out of the boys? I feel like in every fandom you have like you’re one favorite even though you love the group but like with these guys?? HOW??? Every time I think I could maybe choose I see a new video clip or hear a song or read a tweet or something and just like welp nope. Like oBviOuSlY Louis is amazing and so funny and like sharp witted and sarcastic which is my kind of humor and his solo music is incredible. But then you have Harry who is an icon and pushes the boundaries and makes me feel like free and confident in who I am and his music is just better! But then also Niall who is just the kindest sweetest purest little marshmallow to exist but is also funny in that kinda dorky silly way but then his music is like my obsession and he’s grown up and got all seductive. And of course Zayn I feel has just grown so much and seems so happy and healthy and his music is killing it and he really just said fuck what anyone says I’m going to do this for me and be better for me and just took back control of his life. And I can’t forget Liam who I feel like held them together so much and did his best to protect them all when he could but also stood by them and fought back against the industry. And he just came into his own and is still so playful and funny. All of them stayed so grounded and seem like genuinely good people and all of their solo careers and music is so good. I honestly cannot choose who’s vocals I like better. Is it just me? Is everyone else broken up by their favorite of the guys? Idk sooo sooooo sorry again for the long ramble love. Totally feel free to ignore this lol 😂🫣

hmmm so i 100% understand where you're coming from but i personally think there is a lot we dont really understand still. like in the past we put some pieces together but now since they're all solo i find it a bit harder to understand the reasoning, i mean its widely known that harry's team is trash, and although louis was finally able to get out of sysco and stuff i feel like theres still an element of not being truly themselves for the benefit of money and fame, which is what anyone high up in the music industry cares about anyways. so it's hard, but all we can do is show our support, right? ahhhhhhh omg those descriptions of the boys are so accurate and how i feel exactly. so i'm an ot5 stan through and through, i will always love them all, but louis holds a very special place in my heart due to personal things hes gone through and me being able to relate to some of those things. most of my mutuals do have a fav between harry and louis but a lot are also ot5 so i appreciate that. and do not be sorry to ramble at all! if you ever feel comfortable to come off anon please feel welcome too, you dont need to hide here 💕

[casanovascomments]

Notes on ! casanova hatter (colloquially known as nova)

he/him and uh . bi or pan im not sure yet (i have really vague ideas for a love interest for him but the only one who actually has partner stuff is sirius)

right okay so lore drop for worldbuilding, technically sirius is older than him but they don't view age like that (born same year = same age because goop monster years are Fucked aka they're lie 20 years to 1 human year so a few months is barely a difference to them)

so they're basically like "twins" in the sense of like. there is no perceived age difference between the two, even if it seems like a dynamic difference

he's very rambunctious and excited, generally likable and friendly where his brother is more reserved or stoic

sometimes he gets a little too silly (i kind of see him as somewhat as a prankster, but not really the mean pranks, more like the silly goofy ones)

I think in a social situation he has a lot of natural charisma and can draw people to him very easily! He has good dynamics with people but he's also a bit of a heartbreaker (looks at the untapped yandere side of him. not yet sweetums you get there later)

I don't think he's a people pleaser but people view him as someone who fits well in a lot of different settings. think that one guy in highschool theater that half the cast has a crush on because he has basic human decency lowkey

i think he likes to sing (also lore with worldbuilding but not crucial for this) and he's generally a bit artsy/creative

not a great future planner he just kinda goes with the flow, and sticks by his brother's side a lot (because it's mutually beneficial + they're bros (literally))

I think lowkey he has a bit of a temper though . like he has a lot of patience with certain people and knows how to hold himself back but sometimes he just ... (explosion sounds)

where sirius is cold indifference or stern reprimanding he's kinda ... more passionate anger and annoyance

he's a charming little guy with silly little brain stuff what can i say

idk i think that's most of it maybe i can get into design choices

trench coat and turtleneck bc he's cold (actually there is lore for this; their house thermostat is always set low bc sirius + sovi use fire magic so they're naturally warmer than he is on a regular basis)

and he thinks it makes him look like one of those cool romance book guys (it ... does not he kinda looks dorky with it. but in an endearing way)

idk if you can see  but in the 2nd sketch he has a bit of a ring on his top right tentacle

that's a lore thing for the species (signifies connection to other goop monsters, his represents his family / rela status (single ring for no romantic connection, and the ring matches with his brother and mom to show they're related) + social status (gold = high, and a hatter staple))

oh yea his weird goop thing is abnormal

the like two tone?

goop monsters sometimes dye their tentacles (the tips) for aesthetic purposes so the fact that his is natural makes him attractive (think like uh. how some people put on fake freckles whereas some people just have freckles)

but you can tell it's natural bc his face is Also like that

it doesn't mean anything about his goop, it's only a cosmetic thing at worst

i'm also not sure if i'm gonna make it connected to whatever magic I end up settling on for him (kinda thinking about nature magic ... like letting him grow flowers ... but I'm not sure idk. One of my side characters has it and I think it would be a cool mentor and mentee relationship but I also don't . know if i want him to have nature magic idk im very on the fence about it)

but i am pretty sure he isn't gonna have fire magic like his mom and brother

that's a lore thing (his species has a few options and they basically get to hone in on one and maybe a bit of another for their magic type)

He has some of pinkmare's (his father) traits, so he's like a pinkmare jr lol

Also a yan but he acts differently, depends

Is [Casanova] as “crazy” [as his father] or less so?

It's hard to say! I think he doesn't really know, honestly. it depends on the specific iteration of him you see (because if he's raised by pinkmare, I can see some more of his influence, but in worlds like the one where sovi gets separated from the castle + her husband, his tendencies develop differently)

overall, though, i'd say he's probably more normal seeming, at least on the surface

i think he's more of a hopeless romantic "we're meant to be so it'll work out" type rather than pinkmare's like "i will actually force the universe to make us together" if that makes sense

[herunswithscissors]

Don't study test questions to memorize them. Study them to understand why you got it wrong so you wouldn't get a different question on that subject wrong.

Look, sooner or later, it will occur to you that studying the test questions can enable you to score better on exams. And you spend hours studying test questions instead of the material. Now, there's some benefit to that because rote memorization of a phrase or fact will help you to learn something and maybe even retain a shred or two of actual science. But here's the thing:

Where's the fun in that?

Studying test questions is fucking boring and it benefits you so little, unless you really put in the hours and days. You could instead, hear me out: enjoy studying a lot more if you do it a bit longer and more regularly.

Do you like your class? OH, mY gOOdnEsS! It is BoRiNg yoU SAy?

Well suck it up buttercup. you came here to learn, didn't you? So learn from the poor schmuck. They spent their life studying this shit just so they could tell you about it and most of us sure as hell are not doing it for the paycheck alone. We might be miserable bastards for whatever reason, but we still love this shit. And we think you should too. Some men (and all the others) just want to watch the world learn.

You are surrounded by lovably dorky Bill Nye's (see my aside down below) who are true experts, not "just" a passionate and effective high school science teacher whom I respect and admire very much. (He could probably beat my ass in general science facts. I wish I could recall such good ones all the time. I stumble to think of one like you just asked me to tell you my favorite movie and suddenly I can't remember a single movie I like. And everyone loves him and he is just so well-spoken and composed, professional while being a bit dorky and hokey, but doing a really good job of helping the world learn high school science.)

Bill Nye knows a lot of facts and helps you put some of them together. At a high school level. This is admirable, but you are not in high school now are you?

We know the secrets of the universe and can help you understand how everything works together.

You want good grades. But you came here to learn, right? Or did you come here for the piece of paper at the end and figured you would just learn everything that's really important for your job on the job. Most people do that. It's normal.

But I would help you understand how it all works together and how each little thing and the whole system of inter-playing systems of chemistries and physics scales up to cells and how cells become critters and when the critters interact with each other and the environment that's an ecosystem and how ecosystems work and how our cells and genetics work.

I would show you the beauty of creation if you would let me.

So sure, study the test questions a bit. It'll bump up your grade a good half a letter grade if you put in an hour or two on the questions. Because I guarantee, unless you are putting in the hours, you aren't getting A's that way.

It seems the easier way to get a good grade, because it is faster and feels like cheating, but it is a grind.

So study the material instead and learn from me. Learn from the dork who can't figure out how to teach because he only learned how to teach by copying his boring-ass college and high school experience. Have a little sympathy for the Devil. They're doing their best.

Learn from the miserable and the poor communicators by asking them questions and directing the conversation a bit to help you understand the point. Give helpful comments. We are still learning here.

Academia is so insular and fucked up. Have empathy for the miserable. We are so over worked and over stressed and under paid with impossible demands on our time. And then we have lives to live as well.

This isn't high school. You are being taught by geniuses, not wizards. Geniuses can tell you the info, but they aren't real good at helping you understand it. Or at making the process enjoyable. Or using good educational methods grounded in the latest educational theory and 14 hour days.

Yes, learn in class as much as you can. But then study on your own. Make your notes make sense to you and make it jive with the textbook.

If you study your notes every week, you will get a better grade than just studying the questions most of the time. And you will have fucking learned the secrets of the universe.

Now, here's my suggestion: study the questions enough to give yourself a little bump. But then study the material so you can really benefit from the class and be prepped for the inevitable addition of a of some new questions this time around.

If you are going into some field where grades matter a whole lot, you should be grinding. (otherwise you should be slacking on grades and focusing on learning. nobody really gives a shit if you graduated from Fresno Christian University with honors or got an A in Microbiology.) If you here to get to there where grades matter and you are not grinding, you are not acting very serious. You need to put in the work now so you can work even harder later. (You are going to need the training. Med school will fuck you up.) So, yes, memorize the test questions to guarantee a bunch of right answers to buttress your score, but also study the material for the new questions and the whole secrets of the universe thing.

Plus, don't you want to know why you are doing what you are doing and how it all works together and make intelligent professional decisions?

And university is not job training. You are more than a worker. You are more than a slave with the freedom to choose which master to beg a shitty job with a shitty paycheck from. And really, you don't have much of a choice in the end as to who you will sell your body and mind to and how little they will pay you.

You are a whole human being and you need a holistic education and university should be part of that.

University isn't just job training, You should also be enriching your life with useless knowledge.

And you should be investing in your future by insulating yourself from frauds and propaganda by learning how shit really works and what the world is really like. And you should be expanding your world and your mind. And you should learn how to think and how to research for your own interests.

And you should be making as many friends and connections as you can. These diverse people will be you network and a lifeline to reality among the propaganda and otherwise homogeneous social media echo chambers we will inevitably end up in.

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An Aside About Bill Nye and Creationism:

And that guy was able to make Ken Ham look silly as hell and I love him for it, but wished he had been more compassionate in doing so. He wasn't going to convince Ken Ham. He was there to convince the audience and educate the public with high school science which was easily sufficient to refute Literalist Creationism if you listened with an open mind.

But he should have also been there for the Christians. They are so mislead. And they worship Ken Ham. Making Ken Ham look silly on national tv for a debate he must have have studied the shit out of whatever science he knew or pseudoscience he could conjure up in order to win should have showed them what a fraud he was.

Instead they felt personally attacked because of the mocking. And they empathized with Ham and loved his version of the debate.

He should have been sympathetic to the viewers and directed his answers to them with love and empathy, even sympathy. And let the science do the talking.

Maybe a few personal jabs about his fortune and media/homeschool empire in the White American Evangelical Industrual Complex making him millions personally. Along with his family involved in the business. And probably a whole lot of tax fraud if I've pegged this guy right. He's just a greedy, amoral son of a bitch.

But plead to the tv. Speak softly to the tv. Speak clearly and effectively the best, clearest, most grounded and convincing arguments you have. Break out tiktaalic. Then break out all the others. You will blow their mind.

Then tell them about cellular respiration and ATP. And how every cell uses the same process. Show them how photosynthesis came from cellular respiration's Electron Transport Chain. Show them the pictures of the molecules and the minute differences and how those are related to their evolutionary history and relationships. Then tell them about how dating works. Very clearly like they are children.

They are so sadly ignorant and so heavily propagandized you won't convince very many.

But you will plant seeds of knowledge.

Seeds of knowledge and the fruit of knowledge, when it takes root, is doubt. And doubt doubt in Genesis?! Wow. Genesis is foundational to their faith in Atonement Theology and Literalism. It is foundational to their membership in Evangelicalism. You need to chip away at that base with roots and doubts.

But they are so propagandized into being drama queens about every little persecution that they need kid gloves and complete respect. And act like you admire their ability to hold to this foolishness in the face of everything, because that is very impressive. Such an act of faith. They should be tossing Everest around if Jesus was being literal.

But it's that dogged and childlike faith in that terrible theology is killing them. And they are kinda killing us with their obsession with conservatism. And conservatism is heavily paired up with Creationism to the point where conservatives have taught Creationists to ground hateful, irresponsible, mean, behavior in Genesis and Literalism. So they will empathize with the GOP. And then they got taught to ground their faith in Conservative Talking Points and Policy Positions in Genesis and Literalist quotes of cherry picked Bible quotes torturing their beloved Word of God even worse than Jesus who they like to imply is inside the Bible in your hand somehow because he also bears the moniker "Word of God." Who is named after who do you think? That's why they love that bit of poetry in John about in the beginning was the Word because they say in the beginning refers the the very beginning of Genesis when they believe the entire universe or at least the Earth or at least life on Earth began. Because if Eden is not literally true, we are not all under judgement from birth and needing God's forgiveness via human sacrifice. Man they can systematic theology the shit out of John 1.

But without their faith in a literalist Bible interpretation and a whole new hermaneutic that will have to be so much wider and more creative, they might also consider rejecting atonement theology and starting over with reading the Prophets. The prophets fixed the Jews. (with a lot of suffering to help them listen and empathize and band together and cling to their faith as their world shattered over and over again with oppressions and murders of all kinds from attitudes that persist today.).

Losing Genesis and literalism is the one thing other than a rejection of the Christian faith that can possibly free the Christians (tm).

And for a lot of very hardcore fundamentalists, Genesis is the key to Literalism because Literalism is proven true by Genesis 1.

Genesis 1 proves Genesis 2 must be read Literalist and Eden, (along with all the sin stories) is literally true and therefore we need a savior from sin to die after being framed up by the rich, religious elite fundamentalists, and a bunch of mislead ignorant and admirably passionate fundamentalists and then nailed up on Rome's cross for being a nuisance to Pilate's day.

And of course as we all know God intended us to read the rest of the Word of God. Literalist as well. You know, all the Pentateuch of course, but those laws are kinda take it or leave it as is useful. And the histories are just as accurate as our modern text books (this is ironically true in a twisted way). The Psalms and Prophets are regarded as obvious poetry and unreliable. because you can't use Literalist on them. (unless you can find a quote that can be made to fit a Literalist interpretation and then it is the Word of God.)

And some of us believe very, very hard. And have very, very fragile egos paired up with persecution complexes. So you are going to have to plant those seeds of knowledge with a smile and gentleness and a very simple, straightforward delivery that refutes Creationist pseudoscience talking points they use most in support of Genesis 1.

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You were a shy individual. You always had been. Growing up, you mostly kept to yourself in your nerdy fantasy world. It was what brought you joy and security. People were mean, and you didn’t associate yourself with so many people. You only had a few good friends, and that was enough for you. A boyfriend had never been in your life. It wasn’t something you sought after, and you also didn’t think boys liked you in that way.

How your relationship with someone the complete opposite of you started was in pure luck. One of your friends had begged you to pick her up at some party because she was too drunk to drive. She didn’t answer her phone when you had arrived, so you had no other choice than to walk inside.

You were dreading it because she was at some clubhouse that belonged to an MC. An MC wasn’t something you associate yourself with, so you were scared to go inside. But your friend wasn’t answering her phone, and you weren’t one of those people to flop out on someone.

Gathering the little courage you had left, you entered the noisy and crowded room. It didn’t seem like anyone noticed you, which was nice. You scanned the room but found no sign of her.

You walked over to what seemed to be the bar. A man decorated with a few tattoos on his arms sat alone nursing a beer.

“U-um… excuse me��� uh I’m looking for my friend Alex. She said she would be her.”

The man had a bemused look on his face as he looked you up and down. “Yea… she went to the backroom with a friend of mine. She will be out soon.”

“O-oh… ok… thank you.” You were about to walk out to wait in the car for her, but the man introduced himself.

“I’m Angel,” he offered you his hand to shake.

“Y/N,” you took it with caution but smiled at him regardless.

“Nice to meet you. You can wait here with me if you want.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You sat at the barstool next to Angel. He seemed like an ok man, but you still kept your guard up.

“Yo prospect! A beer for the beautiful lady.”

Beautiful? You never saw yourself as a beauty but just more like a little less than the average girl. Your skin was heating up at him calling you that.

A chubby-looking man served it to you in an instant, he was a little clumsy, but it made you calm down in a way.

“So…”

You grew to like this Angel dude. He seemed like a nice man. He made you feel comfortable right away. He asked you questions about yourself, your interest, and whatnot, and you loved how easy it was to open up to him.

He didn’t seem to mind when you share a bit of your dorky side with him. He loved it. He wanted to know more, so when the time came when your friend Alex emerged from wherever she had been, and it was time to go, he asked if you would be down to go eating lunch with him tomorrow.

You usually didn’t do stuff like this. You had a bad experience with men and didn’t trust them that much, but it was just something about him that made you say yes.

And it was the best decision you had ever made.

The lunch with Angel had gone so well and smoothly, and it only got better from there.

He was the best thing that ever happened to you. You felt so loved and protected with him.

He would indulge in your interests. Watching the newest Marvel movies with you or playing a new game you had been excited about for a long time. Your favorite pastime together would be to binge-watch shows. You introduced him to new ones he didn’t even know existed. Angel loved when you talked nerdy to him. How excited and open you became when you talked about your passion.

He always complimented you on your wardrobe. You dressed differently than the women he usually hangs around with, but Angel loved it. He always told you how cute and innocent you looked and would brag about you to his boys on what a beautiful girlfriend he had.

“Look how cute and beautiful my girl is.”

You also knew how to kick it up a notch when needed. Dressing a little bit sexier and revealing when you wanted. It wasn’t for anyone else but Angel, and he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you when you did. His touches would be all over you in an attempt to go home a little early to have some fun in bed.

“Let’s go home before I take you right here right now in front of my brothers.”

Speaking of fun in bed, Angel was the first man to make you feel seen and comfortable in the bedroom. You hadn’t had that much sexual experience, but with what you had, it was all a horrible time. None of the guys you had been with ever care about your pleasure. So it came as a surprise to you when all Angel wanted to do was give you his.

He spent his time worshipping your body with kisses, licks, and bites, already making you come twice without even having to fuck you before he came to the most important part.

His length lined itself up with your desperate entrance, coating himself with your wetness from your dripping folds.

“Do you trust me?” His eyes looking soft into yours to look for any hesitation in them. He found none.

“With my life Angel.” Your hand tangled in his hair to bring his lips to yours for a brief second.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“I know you won’t. I’m just nervous.”

“Whenever you want to stop, tell me, and we’ll stop right away, ok?”

“Yes.”

He pushed himself into your warm and tight walls. He needed a minute to calm himself down as not to fuck you completely raw right away.

He kept his pace slow, to begin with, but gradually sped up at the request from you.

Your fingernails clawed at his back from the pleasure he brought you. You were in cloud nine, and you had never experienced something as intoxicating as the feeling of him fucking your tight and wet walls. His thumb coming down to give attention to your desperate clit, making you whimper out at the sensation, your eyes fluttering.

“Hey hey hey, look at me,” he grabbed your chin so that you could focus on him as his hips slammed into you repeatedly.

“Look at me as I make you come for the first time with my dick.”

“Y-yes… please, it fe-feels so good.”

It didn’t take long for the both of you to climb to the end. His expert body was making you both come undone in a matter of minutes.

“Let go for me.”

Your walls convulsed around him as he coated you with his warm seed.

A few tears ran down your cheeks at finally experiencing what sex is all about, feeling good and satisfied.

“Thank you, Angel.”

What came as the most surprise in the relationship was how good you could hold your own when needed. Angel thought that you were just a shy and innocent girl, but when you needed to be strong for yourself or others, you had no problem in doing so.

The first time it happened was when you and he were waiting together for a coffee, and the man in front of you started to get extremely rude to the barista, almost yelling and screaming at her for doing his order wrong. You didn’t hesitate to call him out for being a dickhead and told him that he better get the fuck out.

You weren’t sure if he scrambled away because of you or the big bad biker that you called your boyfriend, but either way, Angel was in shock when he saw what you had done, and it made him love and respect you so much more.

Yes, you were shy and dorky, but when it came time for you to be that strong, badass bitch you didn’t think about it for a second.

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Ju Haknyeon - Teach Me [Requested]

Request: Reader is experienced/bad girl and Haknyeon is innocent and wants to learn about sex. They meet at bible study.

virgin! Haknyeon x mean girl! reader

Warnings: corruption kink, losing virginity, underage sex, unprotected sex, mild humiliation, slight dubcon

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Haknyeon is willing to learn, and who would make a better teacher than his crush, you?

You blink blearily, barely registering the pastor's teachings, and subtly stifle a yawn. You look around the room to find some sort of distraction and a certain boy catches your eye. Haknyeon is furiously scribbling in his notes, listening intently to the pastor. You scoff slightly at how earnest he looks, catching his attention. He glances over to you, meeting your eye and flushes pink as he shoots you a shy smile, before going back to scribble in his notebook. How cute.

Finally, the pastor dismisses your class, and you're the first one out the door. A patter of footsteps sounds behind you and Haknyeon appears, slightly out of breath. "Hey!" he beams, still rather pink in his cheeks. You nod curtly at him and continue walking. "Mind if I walk you home?" he chirps, still ever so cheerful despite your disinterest. You give a non-committal shrug, and he takes that as a yes, falling into step with you, babbling about everything, from what happened during class, to what he's going to have for lunch. You're barely listening, but you're watching him. Everyone at Sunday school (and your high school friends) knew he had a massive crush on you since middle school, but he was never very subtle about it to begin with.

High cheekbones, golden skin, sparkly clear eyes and full pink lips. He wasn't really your type, far too naive and innocent, but you suppose he was rather cute. Your eyes travel downwards, and nearly bulge out of their sockets. The dorky boy you knew as a pre-teen was barely recognizable. Instead, he'd grown much taller, shoulders broad and fuck, thick thighs and perky ass flaunted in his tight blue jeans. His white button-up was clinging to his broad frame, his strong biceps peeking through the translucent sleeves. You feel your heart skip a beat as you take it all in, wondering when exactly he changed and why you hadn't noticed it sooner.

"We're here! I hope you have a great day, I'll see you tomorrow at school?" Haknyeon grins, and you snap out of your shameless staring. You finally decide to humor him, and give him one of your most dazzling smiles. You brush your hand against his arm, and Haknyeon shivers, breath hitching as your fingertips graze against his skin, blushing an even deeper red. You thank him for walking you home, and shut the front door with a final wink, leaving Haknyeon speechless on your doorstep. You spend the rest of the afternoon thinking about how attractive he suddenly seems to you, hand slipping under your waistband, fingering yourself as your imagination went wild, picturing yourself underneath him and more. You hadn't gotten laid in a while, and now you've decided on your target; the cutie from Sunday School.

The next day at school you decide to mess with him a little. You linger at his desk to make small talk, his usual chatty and confident demeanor suddenly faltering now that you're giving him your full attention, keeping eye contact throughout the whole conversation. You continue this through the week, getting bolder each time. You'd plop into the seat next to him at lunch, you'd lean just a little too close to him when you talk, you'd walk home together, hands accidentally brushing against each other's. You enjoyed the way he gets all nervous and riled up just for you, sparking a new interest in the boy. All the boys you've been with before have been the popular jock type, typically dominant in bed. Haknyeon seemed like a nice change, the goofy but good-natured kid that everyone liked; meek, submissive and eager to please, just for you. You can't wait to play with him.

Friday afternoon finally rolls around and your grand plan is about to fall into place. Your friends shake their head wearily when you told them what you were going to do, but they're used to it by now. You catch him after school, which was easy considering he was waiting patiently for you, like a little puppy outside your classroom. You hook your arm around his and head home together like you have all week, and yet another round of pink dusts his cheeks when you touch him. You're almost home when you exclaim "Ah! I forgot to ask if I could borrow your notes for bible study! I wasn't paying attention at all last week, and I don't wanna get in trouble the next lesson," pouting cutely.

Haknyeon lights up, enthusiastically offering to let you copy his notes. "You can have mine! But they're at home, do you wanna come over?" He gushes, pausing when he realizes what he said. "O-or I could, uhh, send you the pictures of my notes tonight?" He stammers, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. You beam at him, like he's your hero, clutching his arm. "I'd love to come over, Haki! Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver," you croon, secretly enjoying the way Haknyeon turns crimson at the new nickname and skinship. You detour to his house and he leads you up to his bedroom, the empty house rather quiet except for the idle chat from the two of you.

He stands awkwardly as you enter his room, movie posters lining the walls and his books neatly arranged. "Would you like a soda? Cookies maybe? Make yourself at home, sit wherever you like! I'll go get my notebook," he rambles. You plop onto the edge of his bed, making yourself comfortable, patting the space next to you. "No need for that, Haki, thank you," you smile sweetly at him. He nods and starts looking around for his bible study notes, finally picking up the cute orange spiral notebook he always carries to bible study classes. He turns around, triumphantly holding the book, and promptly drops it when he sees what you're doing.

"W-what are you doing?" He whispers, his voice failing him as he gawks at you unbuttoning your blouse, exposing your lacy black bra. "Nothing, sweetie, why don't you come over here. Leave the book," you smile at him, beckoning him over with a crooked finger. Haknyeon walks over to you in a trance, his eyes never leaving your chest. He sits next to you as you take your blouse off and chuck it on the floor, pushing your chest out for him to take a good long look. You're gorgeous and you know it, and Haknyeon definitely thinks so. He gulps audibly and seems to snap out of it for a second. "Are you warm? I-i'll go turn on the AC!" he tries to get up but you pull him back down and into a fiery kiss.

He lets out a surprised squeak that quickly turns into a moan, eyss fluttering shut as you move your lips passionately against his, tongue licking into his parted lips. His hands are balled into clammy fists, not knowing where to put them. Blood is thundering through his veins; he can't believe his first kiss is with someone he'd been in love with for so long. His eyes remain shut as you pull away, wiping the spit from your lips, appreciating the dreamy look on his face. If he gets this much pleasure from a mere kiss, then you can't wait to see what happens later.

You caress his thighs with your hand, and he opens his eyes. Your fingertips dance across the muscles in his leg, hovering dangerously close to the tent in his pants. Haknyeon gasps, understanding what you're about to do, clutching your hand before it could wander any further. "N-no, we shouldn't be doing this..." he trails off in a terrified whisper. You turn cold immediately, feigning disappointment, and Haknyeon feels stabs of guilt when he shouldn't. "You don't like me anymore, Haki?" you pout, trying your best to sound hurt. His eyes turn round as saucers and he holds your hands close to his heart, his heartbeat thrumming beneath your touch. "No no! I still really like you, it's just... we're not supposed to do this until we get married right?" The sincerity in his voice and actions almost makes you give up the act and leave the boy alone. Almost.

You carress his cheek and give him your best puppy eyes. "But we're going to get married one day, so it shouldn't matter anyway, right?" you bat your eyelashes at him, watching his eyes light up at the mention of marriage. You almost scoff at his naivety but you have to keep up the act. His sweet innocence is making you wetter by the minute and you'll be damned if you screw up the opportunity to play with your new toy. "Please, Haki? I really like you..." your trembling lips and puppy eyes have him crumbling, his resolve and devotion to his Lord ebbing away in the face of temptation that is you, the girl of his dreams.

Haknyeon gulps and after a painstakingly long pause, he nods slowly. "Okay... but, do you know how?" Puzzled, you tilt your head. "How..?"

"I've never done this before," he mumbles, avoiding your eyes. You giggle and press a kiss to his cheek. "Silly boy, I'll teach you everything you want to know." He gasps when you dig the heel of your palm into his bulge. "Aah, it feels weird. Good, but weird." he whispers, shutting his eyes. "Never touched yourself before, baby?"

"N-no..."

"Really? Never jerked off thinking about me at night?" you tease, now slowly rubbing his growing bulge through his pants, causing him to tremble. He shakes his head shyly, soft moans falling from his lips. You unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring free and your mouth waters at the sight. Thick, veiny, decently long and twitching with precum. "Fuck, baby look at you. Such a pretty cock. Am I the first girl to see it?" you trail a finger up his shaft and he bucks his hips, already too sensitive. He nods furiously and you giggle, finally grasping the base of his cock. "What an honor."

You slowly drag your fist up and down his shaft, and he lets out a lewd moan, throwing his head back. You kiss his neck and decide to grab his hand, making him close it into a fist around his length. You wrap your hand around his and guide it up and down just as you've been doing. "Open your eyes and watch, Haki. This is how you jack off, yknow, when I'm not there to help you," you smirk, twisting your wrist every so often. His bottom lip quivers as he jerks himself, slowly gaining confidence to take over and stroke himself faster, moaning loudly as you switch to playing with his balls instead, carressing and massaging them.

Haknyeon cums unexpectedly, some of it spilling onto his shirt, all over his hands and some on yours too. You dip your fingers in his cum and suck on them, making sure he's watching the way your tongue laps eagerly at the sticky fluid. He's panting so harshly he might pass out, so you hold him close, his face resting on the plushness of your breasts as you stroke his hair. A few moments pass and his heart rate steadies, and he plants a grateful kiss on your lips, before shyly rubbing his neck, an awkward question on his tongue. You sense it, and you convince him to ask. "So how do girls... masturbate then?" He mumbles. You laugh sofrly at his question, spreading your legs wide so he can see how wet your panties have gotten.

You take your panties and skirt off and start playing with yourself, middle finger toying with your clit before dipping into your folds. "I always pretend it's your cock inside me instead of my fingers, Haki, but I have to make do with what I've got." you drawl. You can't miss the way Haknyeon's eyes follow the movements of your fingers, rubbing yourself desperately pinching and flicking your swollen clit, moaning shamelessly just to rile him up. Indeed, he's hard again, cock standing proud against his soft tummy. "I'm really close baby, but I don't wanna cum without you," you whine. He licks his lips, his voice hoarse with excitement. "What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me."

He wastes no time scrambling over to you, pressing his tip into your folds. You gasp, nails scratching at his arms at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck, fuck, wait baby you c-can't stick it all in at once- aaAHH!" you squirm as you feel every inch of his thick cock stretching you out, thrashing beneath him in a mix of pleasure and pain. Haknyeon hovers above you panting, gripping your hips as he slowly bottoms out, your walls clenching deliciously around him. You can feel your skin start to bruise with how hard he's pressing into your flesh, but you like it. "Mmmhh, you're so big, baby, stretching out my cunt like that. Gonna fuck me good? I'll teach you how, baby, don't worry," you smirk once you've adjusted to his size. He starts thrusting shallowly, and even that is toe-curling pleasure, the drag of his cock against your walls like ecstasy. He picks up speed with your encouragement, neither of you going to last long. He fucks you harder and faster, the wet sound of his balls slapping against your ass like music to your ears.

"F-fuck you're already so good at this, a natural, huh, baby? You learn s-so quickly, fucking me so good like the little - ah - fucktoy you are. How does my p-pussy feel after dreaming about it for so long?" your words stilted by the force of his thrusts. He sobs, actually grateful that he gets to have a taste of your pussy after loving you from afar for so long. "So good, you feel amazing, ahhh, thank you my love," he mewls as he pummels into you. "Make me cum first, Haki," you command. He nods shakily, biting his lip with the effort of staving off his orgasm that it's starting to bleed. You cum all over his cock screaming, almost forcing it out with how hard your pussy tightens. He whines, pulling out and roughly jerking himself off, shooting spurts of cum on your tummy, emptying his balls with a loud groan.

He collapses onto you, exhausted but grateful. Your head is spinning from (surprisingly) the best orgasm you've ever had, and your legs feel like jelly. At least you're looking forward to the pretty finger-shaped marks on your legs and hips to remind you of the fun you had today. Haknyeon is almost falling asleep on top of you so you push him away before he suffocates you. He grins dreamily at you, his eyes glassed over and looking thoroughly fucked out, euphoric that he lost his precious virginity to his first love. He looks so sweet and grateful that you almost feel bad for saying everything you had said to get him tl fuck you. Again, almost. You press another soft kiss to his lips and watch as his eyes flutter shut, a dopey smile on his lips as he falls asleep. You quickly clean up and get dressed, snatching up his orange notebook and sneaking out before his family got home, wincing at the soreness in your lower region.

Sunday comes around and you return Haknyeon his bible study notes with a wink, and he smiles brightly at you, completely forgiving you for leaving him to wake up alone, sweaty and covered in cum two days ago. He walks you home again after class, and again the next day after school, and the next day and the next. As much as you don't see a real future with Haknyeon, you decide to roll with it and keep him happy, as long as it promised you earth-shattering orgasms in the form of after school 'study sessions' or bathroom quickies during lunch.

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Haknyeon knows. He knows you never truly liked him the way he loves you. He knows you're just using him for a good time, but he thinks, no, he hopes, that if he lets you do whatever you want with him, that maybe, just maybe, you'll start to like him too.

A/N: I think I got too carried away with this one too, sorry 😅 poor bb Haki ❤

[cable-knit-sweater]

Good morning, sweet man!

because you've been a real champ answering all these asks about what you love about yourself so beautifully, rightfully and wonderfully bubbie <3 (i'm so proud of you *sheds sweet tears of friendship*) imma switch it up like i always do and so When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about both Chris and Sebastian

scream loud, my love <3

Okay I told you this in your DMs but I saw this ask and I laughed and said out loud “oh my god I hate you” 😭 Because how do I pick 5 things I like about THEM? There are so many things and I feel like I’ll sound superficial or not do them justice at all, but for you my darling bubba? I shall do my best 💖😘

And I’m gonna do it under the cut bc it’s become a damn essay

Note: I’m now realizing you meant separately but I did them together because they just go together in everything in my mind 😂

1. Their kindness. To everyone, but fans in particular. It’s more obvious with Seb because he’s always interacted a little more, but godd does that man make me want to weep with how he treats everyone around him? He’s the most precious baby. And with Chris, it’s just obvious from his whole vibe, the way he always talks people up, the way he just radiates love, the way he so clearly expresses how much it all means to him. They’re so open minded and they rarely seem judgmental and I love them for that. 🥰🥰🥰

2. Their commitment & dedication & love for/ to their craft. Some actors do it for the money, for the fame, for idk what. But with both of them you just KNOW they do it because they love movies, they love the craft, they freaking CARE about their characters and put in the effort to translate what’s on the page to screen with so much emotion and dedication. It’s made my heart burst to hear them talk about this all too many times. 💛😭

3. Their passion & love - for a lot of things. Obviously they have space in common. I love love love that about them, the fact that they can become so incredibly dorky and excited talking about it, that they clearly invest time into learning about it more and more, and that they share those things with us. And for Chris, also playing piano or tap dancing or his interest in politics or his love for dogs. Whenever he talks about something (or someone - Dodger) he loves, this man just lights up and and it makes me feel so freaking warm and happy and I’m so happy that he, even if he’s such a private person, still shares those loves & interests with us so freely. And with Sebastian, it’s books & quotes and photography and his love for New York and the love he shows his friends. He’s honestly amazing and so passionate about so many things it makes me all soft and makes me sob. 💛💛💛

4. Their dorky nature. They have no problem being a little silly, act like little kids, do something a little stupid or make fun of themselves. They don’t take themselves too seriously (and they’re so freaking modest), but I love to see Seb do his ridiculous little dances or hear Chris rant about his favorite Disney movies or just see the dumb expressions they pull or listen to the stupid jokes they make bc they’ve not progressed beyond the age of 12 (in Chris’s words), and I love that so damn much.

5. Well I tried to not be superficial but I cannot possibly ignore the fact that they are not just beautiful on the inside, but freaking GORGEOUS on the outside too. I’d say I don’t know where to start, but it’s all in the eyes really 😭😭 I LOVE both Chris’s eyes and Seb’s eyes. So bright and so pretty and I just want to drown in them and I very often do. And I cry about them a lot because it’s just too freaking much for one person to deal with. And then then just, Sebastian’s freaking jawline and that cute little chin and his lanky but strong body and those handsss. And Chris’s arms and that ridiculous chest and that tiny little waist and those handsss. And the HAIR!! We’ve been living in fluffy hair heaven and I don’t ever want it to end. Yeah fuck they’re way to fucking gorgeous and I kinda hate them. 😤😤

6. Okay you said 5 but I cannot, I repeat, CAN NOT possibly leave out their laughs. Their LAUGHS give me so much freaking joy??? I can hear their laughs looking at a photo, and they’re both so freaking infectious, but smiles on these two faces are also so so incredibly beautiful? The eye crinkles & the nose scrunch Seb tends to do, god I’m weak for it. And Chris’s full belly laugh with the boob grab is just the best freaking thing in the world and I want to just see and hear it in person just one time so I can collapse and die happy. 🥺🥺💖💖

Okay I feel like I’ve left so many things out. Like their sheer talent. But I could write ESSAYS on the things I love about them, and I’m so disappointed with myself that I probably left out lots of things I really freaking love about them. Because I love them so much I don’t even know how to deal with it any more, and I think those thoughts are just crowding my brain so much I can’t eloquently express the best things about these boys, but believe me, there are so many things I know I want to add to this like right after I’ve posted this. But thank you for this impossible ask you lovely unhinged madwomen, my sweetest bubba, I love you a whole lot Oula 💕💖💖

[masterjedilenawrites]

My guy, can I just say that I LOVE your writing? Its absolutely amazing and wholesome! speaking of wholesome, could I maybe request the clones with an s/o who wants a child? Or maybe the clones as fathers?

Wow thank you, I'm flailing on the floor from these compliments! Glad to provide some wholesome content for the fandom in these trying times... #bringcrosshairhome

I just did a Clones with pregnant S/O request, so here's Clones as fathers...

Cody is a dutiful father. He takes the job seriously right from the start, seamlessly readjusting his life to include his child as if they'd always been there. He'll take any opportunity to teach his child all the important things, from hands-on tasks like fixing a speeder or shooting a blaster, to more abstract concepts like being polite to strangers and apologizing when in the wrong. When he has to choose work over home, he makes up for it with extra attention when he returns.

Rex is a super-dad. His kids look up to him their entire lives, believing he really is a superhero. Think Jack Pearson from This is Us. He'll dress up for tea parties, and listen to the same stories over and over, and chauffeur them and their friends around town, and help with homework, and lend them money for when they go on their first date.... He's tired all the time, but he never lets it show. He and his S/O are partners in this endeavor; their teamwork is admirable and enviable.

Wolffe is a private dad. He keeps his family life separate, that way he can be the tough leader he needs to be in battle, and then let all of that go when he returns home. He's a secret softie and only his S/O and child ever see that side of him. They have him wrapped around their finger; he knows this, and loves it. There isn't a single thing he wouldn't do for either of them. They are his world. He gets sentimental about a lot of things and doesn't like how fast his baby grows up.

Fox is a doting father. He'd spoil the shit out of his kids. Sneaking candy when their mom says no, buying the toy they secretly eyed in the store, letting them stay up late and watch him clean his armor. He gets in trouble with his S/O a lot, but he can't help it. He wants to give his kids the entire galaxy. He can discipline them when necessary, and because he only does so sparingly, his kids take it seriously and never act that way again. He thinks they are just perfect.

Fives is a proud dad. Everything his children do is amazing. He keeps every last drawing or craft they make for him. He recounts every milestone of their lives to his brothers. He cries over them a lot. He is just in awe of how they grow up, all their strength and potential and innocence, he just eats it up. He definitely wears T-Shirts that have puns of the word dad in it, so anyone who sees him knows who he is. It's the most important part of his life, far more than being a soldier.

Echo is a nurturing father. He is very concerned with the health and happiness of his child. He's more nervous when they're young, wondering if they're behind in their development or whether their runny nose is a sign of something more serious. He's more comfortable when they get older, letting them do more on their own. He's big on communication and uses little codewords. Like, Cover-fire means he needs them to just do as they're told. DMZ means they're free to speak their mind, no judgement. Retreat means they need to rethink their bad attitude and apologize.

Jesse is a hip dad. He doesn't try to be, he just is. He never really let go of that part of himself after becoming a father, listening to certain kinds of music or having a fun night out. He doesn't set a lot of rules; in fact, he openly allows certain things that other parents might balk at. He figures it's better for them to experience these things in the safety of their home, rather than doing it behind his back and getting hurt. His kids like their cool dad, they're never embarrassed.

Kix is an affectionate father. His favorite thing in the whole galaxy is coming home to his children tackling him with hugs and kisses. He might coddle in the early years, letting them sleep in his bed or carrying them around everywhere. But as they grow, he's more encouraging of their independence, so long as they still let him hug them whenever he wants. He's also obsessed with health; totally the dad who never lets them eat any sugar or watch TV if the sun's still shining.

Tup is a timid dad. He second-guesses himself a lot, wondering if he made the right decisions or said the right things to his child. He does his best to learn and catch on to the best way to go about things, but it seems as soon as he's finally comfortable, his child has grown up or moved on to the next phase and he has to start over. He is best during the quiet moments of his child's life: reading stories before bed, giggling during bathtime, comforting a broken heart...

Dogma is a responsible father. He prioritizes rules over all else, but puts a lot of thought and care into crafting them. And he's created a lot of rules for himself, too. Things like always wishing them good-night, even when he's away on missions. Or never expressing his frustration in front of them. He creates plenty of opportunities for them to earn privileges or other rewards. He disciplines firmly but fairly. He splits the child-rearing duties with his S/O evenly, as well.

Hardcase is a dorky dad. He's not as hardcore at home as he is on the battlefield, but he still has a lot of energy and releases it through corny jokes, silly antics, and other displays of tomfoolery. Think Phil Dunphy from Modern Family. He wants to be his children's best friend. He tries to keep up with all the trends and slang, which just makes his kids cringe in embarrassment. He's not the best with discipline, but he does get more serious if one of them is hurt or struggling.

Hunter is an interactive father. He will never be considered distant, oh no. He engages with his kid on every level, being a constant and dependable presence in their life. He talks to them as a baby even when they don't understand. He lets them tag along as a toddler, indulging in their curiosity. He checks in with them when they're older, having honest conversations about whatever is on their mind.

Wrecker is a playful dad. Life is an adventure and he's excited to take his children along on the ride. He'd have a lot of kids, filling his home with sounds of laughter and fighting and joy and tears. He'd encourage them to develop a hobby and would attend every competition, performance, etc. without fail. Even with so many to keep track of, he manages to make each one feel special, they all have an important place in the family and never get left out, not on his watch.

Crosshair is a protective father. He knows he's not the best with emotions, so he makes up for it by always having his child's back. Looking out for them. Keeping them safe. He'd teach them how to fight from an early age, going to shooting ranges or on hunts. It'll be their "thing," a way for them to quietly connect through the years. And heaven help the poor soul who ever hurts his little one. He will not hold back in defending their honor and squeezing out an apology.

Tech is a chill dad. He isn't bothered by much, so he keeps his cool through even the roughest stages of his child's development. This ends up creating a sense of stability for his family, they can always count on Dad to keep things steady and real. He won't pry into his child's life; if they want help, they'll need to come to him. But once they do, he is passionate about teaching them everything he knows. He will support them in all of their studies, hobbies, and interests.

[peterspideyy]

rain

summary- just you and newt doing sweet things in the rain.

warnings- fluff, minho and thomas being confused at newt’s actions, and me being a simp for newt but let’s be real that’s nothing new there :)

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“newt, no.”

“newt, yes.”

you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, who had his hands intertwined with yours. a wide smile was plastered on his face, as he tried to drag you from underneath the shelter into the open field of the glade. on any normal day you would of loved to spend time in the wide space. but, not when it’s raining down. heavily.

“i don’t want to get wet!” you complained.

he nodded, walking further into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist. minho and thomas were in the kitchen too, cringing at the sight in front of them.

“get a room!” minho shouted over the heavy platter of raindrops falling onto the roof.

you turned to face the duo, “we were here first, shank.”

“i can’t believe you want to go out there! look at it!” thomas added, shivering and gesturing to the rain pouring down.

shrugging, you turned to face your boyfriend, who suddenly became suspiciously quiet. he met your eyes, and you noticed a slight mischievous glimmer in them. you knew he was thinking about something.

“newt, what’s-“

you barely got to finish your words before a yelp left your mouth, as newt picked you up from your waist, carrying you bridal style towards the door. your eyes went wide, as realisation hit you on what newt was about to do.

“newt, don’t you dare go-“

“it’ll be fine!”

and before you could bark back another comment, he walked outside into the rain. you closed your eyes, immediately feeling your hair and clothes becoming drenched with water and wincing as you were overcome with a sudden feeling of cold. only the soft touch of your newt’s arm around your waist, kept you slightly warm. slightly. not a lot.

opening your eyes carefully, you excepted the fact you were now dripping with water, and realised you and newt were in the middle of the glade. he placed you down gently, a wide smile on his face, as he kept his arms protectively around your waist.

looking up through your lashes, that were starting to stick together from the rain, you realised how adorable newt was in this moment. not that he wasn’t in any moment. but the way his once blonde hair, which was already soaked, started to curl at the ends. and how strands of hair fell in-front of his glowing face, covering his honey orbs. and his little button nose, which had water droplets dripping off from the end. as well as his iconic white hoodie, that was sticking to his body, causing you to just see the outline to his defined muscles. in that moment he looked stunning.

but, that smile. god. that dorky cute, contagious smile. you haven’t seen newt with a smile this wide in ages. he seems carefree. like he’s allowing happiness to course through his body. all the stress and worry’s of being a second in command or if we’ll ever get out of this weird place, washing away from his mind.

it was a beautiful sight.

“not that bad after all then, ‘ey?” he chuckled, voice croaking.

you shook your head, laughing slightly. “yeah, i suppose so. but, i won’t be happy if i get a cold.”

newt hummed, still giggling, before using his arms still around your hips to pull you closer to his body, which had a warmth radiating off it. you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulder, as your head buried itself in his chest, smiling at how warm you suddenly felt.

“feeling better, darling?” newt asked, his accent becoming thicker, and your arms tightened slightly around his neck, to stop yourself from falling at the angelic sound. newt noticed this little action, and smiled to himself.

“much,” you leaned back, “thank you.”

he nodded, placing a quick peck on your lips, before you both went to the position you were in before- cuddling standing up.

“are they mental?” thomas shouted. “they’re literally mental! aren’t they?”

minho shrugged, “it’s called love, greenie.”

thomas sighed, “i’ve been here for weeks so stop calling me gree-“

“oi!” fry cut him off, who was in a building opposite the two runners.

“let newt and y/n be in love, without your bickering interrupting them, greenie!”

thomas barked back another sarcastic remark, but newt chuckling above you, moved your attention back to him.

“i still can’t believe we’re living with a bunch of slintheads.” newt commented, having heard the commotion.

“speaking of slintheads, why are we here? in the pouring rain?” you leaned back, with a questioning look.

“what, am i not allowed to do normal couple things with the love of my life?” newt teased, sticking his tongue out.

“i didn’t say that.” you replied.

newt chuckled, before stopping.

“i-i don’t know. i just had a sudden urge to go out into the rain with you. i-i know it sounds so bloody corny, doesn’t it?”

“no,” you shook your head, grinning, “it’s cute. you’re cute.”

newt brought his hands up from your waist to your cheeks, looking deeply into your eyes. you’ve been with newt for months now, and yet he still has the power. the capability to make you feel butterflies in your stomach. to make your knees buckle. to make your heart rate increase so much that your palms start to sweat. you’re completely and utterly madly in love with him. and he is too. you breath hitched, as he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, eyes tracing your features, before leaning down and whispering in a hoarse voice...

“kiss me.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing his hoodie collar and yanking his head down to meet yours, as soon as thunder erupted from up above. but, you didn’t care. too lost in the feeling of his plump, heavenly lips on yours. you lost all track of time, not even realising your hands were being lifted, to be placed on newt’s cheeks, before you felt him softly hum and kiss you deeper.

the kiss was passionate. yet not rushed. you had all the time in the world. you had all the time in the world to pour every ounce of emotion into the movement of your lips. every thought that crossed your mind about the british boy, who was now putty in your arms. every memory. every time you felt happiness. sadness. love. you hoped newt could feel how much you truly care for him. and the way he mumbled ‘i love you’ over and over again, between shallow breaths, made you realise that he does know.

as much as you didn’t want. as much as your body screamed at you to not pull away. the lack of air was starting to affect your lungs, so you pulled back, breaking the kiss instantly as you both took a deep inhale of air. your eyes were closed, as you tried to gather all the oxygen you lost, back into your body. you could hear newt’s soft pants, and you opened your eyes to see his brows furrowed. you took this moment to admire him again. and you wanted to pinch yourself in that second. you couldn’t believe the most cutest and kindest boy was yours to love.

you were one lucky shank.

his eyes fluttered open, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks as your eyes were already locked on his.

“that was...” you started, not really knowing what to say.

“breathtaking?” he finished, still breathing heavily.

“you could say that.” you chuckled.

newt leaned his forehead against yours, placing a quick peck on your nose, causing it to crinkle.

“you make me so happy, y/n, i-i...”

your heart panged as you heard his voice waver, and you placed a finger on his lips, already knowing what he’s trying to say to you.

“you make me so happy too.”

and as the rain poured down, some what heavier than before, newt leaned down to place his lips against yours again, and you knew you would be by newt’s side. forever.

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a/n- i finished the crank palace the other day, and i just needed to write a fluffy imagine. this was going to turn into an angst one, but newt deserves the world <3 thank you for reading!

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newt taglist-

@parkersbliss @liberty-barnes @lilacsnid @dreaming-lia @holland-styles @japjib21 @diesssel @anapocalypseinmymind @potentialhappiness @voliawind @eternal-maniac @sweetiesangster @marilovescevans @the-salty-asian

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Reid My Lips - Spencer Reid x fem! Reader

A/N - on the twelth and FINAL day of shipmas fortheloveofcriminalminds gave to me…Spencer x Reader Fluff! Hope you guys enjoyed them, I had a lot of fun writing these! Find my Shipmas masterlist here. Find my full masterlist here.

My taglists are open for Spencer x Reader and all works so let me know if you want to be added. Requests are also open.

Requested: Yes l No l Kind of ?

Idea came from @andiebeaword as I was struggling to come up with something that wasn't either angsty or smutty! - "What about one where they're dating, but haven't kissed yet, and every time reader tries, for some bizarre reason, Spencer keeps dodging them. reader thinks he's trying a subtle way to say he doesn't want to kiss when in reality, he just doesn't want reader to think he's a bad kisser" - Set circa s15, some spoilers for the last 2 episodes.

CW: none that I can think of! Just lusting after Spencer's lips. Some talks of Spencer's insecurites and lack of experience.

Plot: In which all the reader wants in the world is to feel Spencer's lips on hers.

WC: 2.4K

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Spencer Reid’s lips were the kind they would have written poetry about.

They were plump, sinfully so, the first time you’d met him several years ago when you joined the team it was the first thing you’d noticed about him. How it didn’t seem fair for him have had lips such as these bestowed upon him. He had the most kissable lips you’d ever seen in your life.

If you were a writer and not a profiler, you may well have tried to write a poem about them. But alas, a wordsmith you were not. So you had to make do with just staring at them every available opportunity you got.

When he’d finally plucked up the courage to ask you on a date after six years of working together you were thrilled to say the least. Finally, after all that time imaging what those lips would feel like, you might actually get to see for yourself.

For your first date Spencer took for you dinner at a fancy restaurant. Despite the fact you had known each other so long, the date was awkward.

Usually, you never struggled to find things to talk to Spencer about. Most of the time while the rest of the team were sleeping on the jet the two of you stayed up chatting aimlessly between you.

But somehow when the word date was used, it made everything uncomfortable between the two of you.

The night started as a long, drawn out silence but thankfully you both eased into it and by the time your main courses came you were able to chat a little more freely.

You’d had dinner together countless times over the years. But that was just as friends. Not as two people who were clearly attracted to one another even though deep down that’s what you’d always been.

Spencer walked you home after dinner. It was a mild night and you didn’t live too far from the restaurant so you thought the walk would be nice.

The first few blocks you fell back into that uncomfortable silence but thankfully you found your voices again.

Despite everything, you’d had a great time and you’d hoped Spencer had too.

As you stood awkwardly on the sidewalk outside your apartment you were desperate for him to kiss you. He wasn’t quite so shy and dorky as he had been when you first met so you’d thought he might make the first move.

He did not.

“Goodnight Y/N. I’ll see you Monday.” He offered you one of his shy waves.

No, this would not do. You’d been dreaming about those lips too long. It was time to do something about it.

You moved in close, your eyes closing as you neared his lips.

But what met your lips wasn’t his own. You felt prickly skin and your eyes shot open to see her had turned his head and your lips had landed on his stubble grazed face.

“Uhm…” you stepped back feeling incredibly uncomfortable. “Goodnight then I guess.”

You chalked it up to shyness. You guessed thirty plus years of insecurities couldn’t be washed away in a three month prison stint.

***

The next time an opportunity presented itself to steal a kiss from Spencer was a few weeks later.

You were out of town on a case and he’d invited you to his room to watch Doctor Who. You’d thought or maybe hoped it was just an excuse to get you alone in his room. You were surprised to say the least when he actually wanted to watch Doctor Who.

You sat side by side on his bed watching the small hotel TV. You dared to shuffle your hand closer until your fingers brushed and eventually you’d taken the plunge and entwined your fingers.

He didn’t seem to mind, he just gave your hand a firm squeeze as he held it.

About half way through the episode you decided to go for the kiss. You were desperate to feel those lips on yours and you hoped whatever awkwardness he felt on your date had since washed away.

You turned to face him, momentarily breathless at how beautiful he was.

“Spence,” you whispered prompting him to turn and face you.

He had a dopey half smile on those lips as he looked at you. You moved quickly, closing the space ready to feel those lips.

But once again you were met with his stubbly cheek.

You tried to tell yourself he was shy. That’s all it was. It’s not that he didn’t want to kiss you. It couldn’t be, right?

***

You’d started to think maybe Spencer had changed his mind about the two of you dating. It had been several weeks since your first date and although you’d been busy with back to back cases there had been time if he’d really wanted to take you out again.

It was nearly a month after your first date he finally asked you on a second. You’d jumped at the opportunity.

Spencer took you to the Smithsonian, you’d walked around hand in hand with Spencer telling you all kinds of facts and statistics the institution didn’t share.

You hung off his every word, mesmerised by the way his lips moved as he talked and wanting to feel them on yours with a white hot passion.

He took you for coffee after and you fell into comfortable conversation. But you couldn’t keep your eyes off those goddamn lips of his.

As you stepped out of the coffee shop hand in hand you made a quick move to place a chaste kiss on his lips as he was in the middle of telling you a story about his mom. You thought if you were fast enough he wouldn’t even see it coming and you could just get this awkward air out of the way.

You leant in fast, and as your lips were about to collide Spencer side stepped, turning to face the window of the coffee shop.

You stumbled, correcting yourself before you fell face first on the sidewalk.

“I didn’t know they had donuts! Now I want a donut.” He chuckled and suddenly he was heading back inside.

“Goddamnit Spencer.” You groaned under your breath.

By now you were starting to think he just didn’t like you. Why else would he keep dodging your attempts at kissing him?

You felt downtrodden. You felt insecure. Why on Earth had he asked you out if he didn’t want to kiss you?

***

Six dates in and all you’d done still was hold hands. You really didn’t get him. He kept asking you out but never seemed interested in doing anything other than hand holding.

You liked Spencer, a lot, but you were not willing to be in a relationship where there was no kind of intimacy.

But that was all pushed to the back of your mind when you and JJ found Spencer passed out in his apartment.

He’d been involved in an explosion thanks to the psychopath Everett Lynch. He was late for work the following day which was really unlike Spencer so you and JJ went to check on him. That’s when you’d found him.

While the rest of the team worked on finding Lynch, you stayed vigil at his bedside.

When he’d finally woken up tears streamed down your face and you’d be up like a shot.

“Oh my god Spence,” you sobbed. “I thought I was going to lose you.” You leant in to kiss his chapped lips.

He rolled his head to the side on the pillow, once again your lips meeting stubbly skin.

“I’m really thirsty.” He croaked, seemingly ignoring your actions.

You swallowed your pride with a sigh.

“I’ll get you some water Spence.” And with your tail between your legs you left the room in search of hydration.

***

After that you’d decided no more. You were fed up feeling a fool every time you tried to make a move on him only to be shot down.

So you decided you wouldn’t bother anymore.

Since he left hospital the two of you still hung out but it was less frequent as usual and the word date was never used again.

One night, it came to a head.

You were in Spencer’s apartment watching some foreign film which you were struggling to comprehend despite the subtitles.

Your mind was whirring, lost down a rabbit hole of thoughts of you and Spencer. You were so preoccupied in your own head you didn’t even notice when Spencer scooted closer to you or put his arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N?” He whispered your name, snapping you out of the abyss.

“Hmm?” You turned to face him.

His tongue glided over his bottom lip and his eyes were trained on your lips.

The next few seconds happened in slow motion. Spencer started edging closer to you, his eyes fluttering closed and his lips pursed.

And you turned your head to face the TV, allowing his lips to hit your cheek the way yours had to him so many times.

He made a strange noise that sounded halfway between a sigh and a groan. You tried to pretend you were focused on the TV. You felt his eyes on the side of your face and you tried to ignore it.

After a few minutes Spencer paused the film, the room falling silent. You swallowed a lump in your throat and slowly turned to face him.

“Why’d you stop the film?” you hoped your voice didn’t sound as shaky as you thought it did.

“I think we need to talk.” Spencer chewed his lip. “I think I need to explain why I’ve been so...weird.”

“Spencer, trust me when I say you being weird is not an unusual thing.” you tried to lighten the mood.

“Weirder than usual then.” he was fidgeting in his seat, wringing his hands together in his lap.

“I hadn’t noticed.” you lied.

“Yes you have.” he told you.

“Look Spence,” you sighed. “If you don’t want to kiss me I get it. But why would you ask me out if that’s not what you wanted?” the words spilled out of your mouth.

He nodded his understanding at your words, running one hand through his messy locks.

“I do want to kiss you Y/N.” his cheeks stained red with embarrassment. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you, since the first time I met you. Jeez, kissing is just the tip of the iceberg of things I want to do with you.” his blush deepened.

Your chest tightened at his words, a twinge passing between your legs.

“You uhm...you have a funny way of showing it.” your voice was breathy. You didn’t mean it to be.

“I know.” he nodded, gnawing his bottom lip. “I freaked myself out. I got in my head and I panicked and I didn’t know how to deal with that. So I dealt with it really, really badly and I’m sorry.”

“What were you freaking out about Spence?”

He sighed heavily, the blush still straining his cheeks.

“It took me six years to finally work up the courage to ask you out.” he laughed shyly. “But when I finally did, I was terrified I wouldn’t be good enough.”

Your face dropped, sadness in your eyes.

“Spencer,” you reached for him and took hold of his hand. It was sweating and shaking.

He shook his head sadly, telling you not to try and convince him otherwise.

“Y/N, I am not...not so great with women in case you’d never picked up on that.” he chuckled again, but again it was a shy sound. “I don’t ha-have...so much ex-experience.” he swallowed hard. “There have only been...a few...women. Not enough to make me an...ex-expert in any sense.” he swallowed again. “I just wanted to be...good...for you.”

“Oh Spencer,” you felt tears in your eyes. You had no idea he’d been going through this mental turmoil. “Spencer I don’t care. I’ve wanted you for six years. Trust me, there is no way in hell you will not be good enough. I am crazy about you Spence, and all I want in the whole right now is to kiss you. I have waited too long to know what those lips would-”

He cut you off when his lips suddenly crashed against yours.

You let out a small whimper as those plump lips of his finally kissed you. They felt better than your wildest imagination.

The whimper allowed Spencer to slide his tongue in your mouth. He held your face in his large hands, exploring your mouth with fervor.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

It was without a doubt the single most magical experience of your life. Nothing could have prepared you for how good his kiss would be.

It sent goosebumps flaring across your skin, making your chest tighten with lust.

It made you wet between your legs.

Maybe you should take a writing class because these lips, this kiss, definitely deserved poems written about them.

Your whole body felt as though it were on fire, every nerve ending in your body tingling with desire.

When the kiss ended you both gasped for air, trying to satiate your now empty lungs.

Spencer’s cheeks stained red again as he waited for your reaction shyly.

“I hope that was o-ok.” He stuttered a little.

You couldn’t help the large smile that broke out across your face.

“Spencer Reid, that was more than ok. It was perfect.”

His blush deepened and he looked away from you briefly before finding your eyes once more.

“Good.” He swallowed. “Because there’s a lot more I want to do with you Y/N.”

His words made you shudder.

“Now?” You swallowed, feeling oddly nervous.

“Right now.” He nodded before taking your face in his hands and kissing you again.

He was going to show exactly what his lips could do. And those poems practically wrote themselves between the sheets.

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The Touch Of A Shay Sister

Gif credit @cookiesordeath & @lorybest-aka-frizzza.

In the second gif I see Shay dancing like that at the readers reception.

Requested by @writerwithasoul. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the request.

Happy Reading Dollies.

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Teasing Antonio was no problem. He would melt in your hand if you kissed or touched him in a sexual way. But for the last few days he's been off. Trying to avoid you and your touch. Something was up and you needed to know what.

"Oh babycakes"? You purred strutting over to Antonio's desk. He was concentrating on a file in his hand. His eyes never leaving the print.

"Antonio Dawson, you better look at me when I'm talking to you". You came up behind him. Your hands on his shoulders, massaging his tight muscles slightly whimpering in his ear. "God daddy, you're so wound up. Let me help you relax". Your hands started to travel down his chest. Feeling the ripples from his pecks and ribs. His body tenses up from your touch.

"Y/N"! Antonio scorned quite loudly as the others looked at him, oddly. You couldn't help but giggle.

"Stop. We are at work, you need to behave. I'm serious". Antonio jerked up out of his chair and  fixed his shirt aggressively.

"Well, someone didn't get the memo". You sucked on your bottom lip as yours and Antonio's eyes went down to the tent growing in his pants. He quickly covered it with his hands. A blush crept along his cheeks.

Licking your lips walking over to him. "This is what you get for teasing me and not holding up your end". The whisper in Antonio's ear sent chills down his spine. He wanted you so freaking bad but he made a promise to someone.

"Y/N Shay, you need to go do your work. Now". Antonio gulped as you faced him. His eyes fluttered down and saw your breast was inches away from his chest.

"Okay. If you say so, Mr. Dawson". You turned on your heels, your

hair hitting Antonio in the face. Your shampoo filling Antonio's nostrils, making him kick himself for turning you away.

The last couple hours were hell for Antonio. When he looked up, he didnt see you glancing at him or sticking your tongue out at him. Nothing. You were totally cold to him and he felt horrible because he couldnt tell you the truth.

When work was over Antonio rushed to his car, not saying anything to you. He put the car in drive and headed to the firehouse. That's what he couldn't tell you.

"Shay, I think I may have made her mad". Antonio was telling your sister Leslie about what happened at work.

"She'll be fine. She can withstand from sex for awhile". Shay laughed.

"Are you kidding? She is punishing me. Today she wore this sexy tight skirt with a white blouse and a black bra. To torture me. I couldnt do anything about it. I am so wound up when I'm around her.  I'm going to explode". Antonio paced the cement, chewing his bottom lip. His pants still just as tight with the tent in his pants, if not tighter.

"Oh gag. You want to marry my sister, right"?

"Yes. I love her more than anything". Antonio sat down at the picnic table in front of Shay.

"Then I think you two can stay away from sex so I can see that you're in this relationship for her and not her body. Y/N, is a beautiful woman and she needs to be loved for herself not her looks".

"I know. But I'm not like those other guys. I love her for her dorky, sassy and intelligent personality. We have fun together. The kids like her. We have the same friends and she practically lives with me. Why can I not marry her already? I have the ring"?

"You have a ring"? Shay asked shocked, Antonio and you only been dating for a year and a half. So it came as a surprise.

"It was my mothers. I've had it in my pocket since our sixth month anniversary. That's how long I've been wanting to marry her". Antonio reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a little diamond ring with a wedding band.

"Cute. So you're really serious about this"? Shay eyed him.

"Yes. More than I've ever been. Laura, she's didnt like the job so that's what didnt work in our relationship. But Y/N, she knows the job and what comes with it. She has my back and I have hers. Always. She gets me and I get her".

"Alright, Dawson. You can marry my sister but if you step one foot out of line. I'll turn the hose on you and then wrap it around your neck. Got it"?

"Got it.  I'm going to go marry my girl". Antonio gushed with a grin  jumping up from the table. "Thanks, Shay. You wont regret it". He yelled over his shoulder before getting into his car.

"I better not". Shay smiled as Antonio disappeared down the road. She was happy for the both of them and she wanted you to be happy. Antonio was a good guy and he had a great family. Lucky to have you.

Antonio pulled into his drive way and your car was parted in his spot as usual. He chuckled and got out, running to the door. His heart was beating rapidly from excitement. He opened the door and his smile dropped. You were sitting on the couch crying.

"What's wrong? What happened"? Antonio quickly dashed over to the couch. You kicked him away when he tried to get close.

"You dont find me attractive anymore". You wailed, tears falling down your cheek and onto Antonio's shirt you were wearing.

"Baby, that's not true at all. I love you and I think you're the most beautiful woman ever". Antonio took your left hand in his.

"Then why dont you want to sleep with me? I wore a sexy outfit today and nothing happened. The old you would have taken me in the locker room without a blink of an eye". You sniffled.

"Y/N, you may think this is stupid but it's for a good reason". Antonio started.

"What"?

"Shay, said that I had to abstain from sex with you". Antonio nervously chuckled.

"She what? You actually listened to her"? You growled, taking the closest pillow near you and hitting Antonio over the head with it repeatedly.

"Babe, babe. Stop. It's for a good reason". Antonio held up his hands, covering his face.

"It better be. I am so horny. I could kill you". You giggled settling back into your spot. Antonio laughed.

"I asked Shay two weeks ago if I could marry you but she wouldn't say yes.  Unless I resisted you. She wanted to make sure I was in the relationship for you and not your body". Antonio explained. Your jaw dropped to the floor.

"You- you want to marry me"?

"Yes". Antonio pulled out the ring and slid it on your finger. "Y/N Shay, will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world"?

"Yes, oh yes, Antonio". You squealed, jumping into Antonio's lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing his lips deeply in love.

"Aaaaaah. I love it, baby. Thank you. I cant wait to be your wife". You say between kisses.

"It was my mothers. I should've given it to you long ago but now seemed to be the right time. I love you".

"I love you too. So much". You kissed him even more.  All the passion and fury was coming undone.

"Let's go make up for lost time". You moaned into the kiss. 

"You read my mind". Antonio picked you up and started to carry you down the hall but you'd stopped him.

"Wait, you said she told you two weeks ago about not having sex. But you've only been acting weird for the last couple days". You tilted your head at him. You've been having sex.

"What can I say. I couldn't resist such a sexy, beautiful, intelligent woman sleeping next to me. The last few days have been hell not touching you. That wont happen again". Antonio playfully growled, nipping at your neck. You giggled as he carried you to the bedroom.

You got what you had wanted for so long.  Antonio Dawson to be your husband and for him to put his hands back on you.

[light679]

Leon’s bedroom

So, I’ve done an analysis of Leon’s outfits, so now it’s time to hyper-fixate over his room. Especially with some of the more negative posts and thoughts going around, let's put the foolishness behind us and focus on some positive things about our lovely champ.

There is red everywhere. Different shades and colors, but red is a clear theme. Boy has a favorite color, it’s red. He looks good in red, end of story. Jk. I think it’s fitting for this to be his favorite color, between his passionate personality and his ace Pokemon being a fire type, it makes sense.

Books. Books everywhere. The books and magazines don’t appear to be champion-related. They all seem to be nonfiction and a lot of them are unpacked, meaning Leon brings or sends home books constantly. Which also probably goes to show that Leon has every intention of reading and going home more, but ends up being too busy with his responsibilities to actually ever get to read the things he buys and sends home. Leon is clearly smart, and has read some challenging books.

The workout equipment. Even though he almost never goes home, he still has it there, and it’s one of the few things in his room that isn’t neatly put away, suggesting he uses it when he goes home. Otherwise, it's a good possibility someone would have packed it up. Also, the fact that when you look at the workout equipment it says that it looks like a Pokemon could use it too has me stuck with a mental image of Leon trying to pump up Charizard with cheers as Charizard attempts to benchpress.

Which brings me to the dumbells that can be seen on his desk. The pens on his desk make it seem like this is where he reads and maybe writes some things. Yet on the other side of his desk, there’s some little dumbells. Leon clearly has a lot of energy, but maybe even suggests that Leon constantly has to be moving/fidding with something, even if he is reading. Which feeds into the adhd/anxiety theory. Or in general, just him having a lot of energy that he constantly feels the need to expend.

In his room, there is only one picture of himself throwing a Pokeball- NO champion materials here. All of the Champion regalia is in his living room/clearly put out in places the rest of his family is. (I have a lot of thoughts on the Leon-shrine in the living room, but that's not the purpose of this post). Leon doesn't keep this stuff on display in his own room. Which adds support to the fact that Leon is clearly more than just the Undefeated Champion. I believe that Leon puts on the "Undefeated Champion" act when he's around people, especially Hop, who looks up to him constantly, but lets that act down and lets people see more of the 'real Leon' underneath it all. The one who's clearly a huge sweet and dorky nerd who just likes to better himself constantly, whether it be mentally or physically.

THE CAPS He hasn’t really been home much since he became Champion. There are SO many caps. he’s clearly been collecting snapbacks for awhile. Which makes it even more sweet that he continues to keep his snapback with him during his new phase of life as Battle Tower owner and Chairman. no matter how he changes as a person, it kinda signifies he’s still holding true to himself and the things he loves- which when it comes down to it, is battling/Pokemon and snapbacks. 

There are a few duplicate caps, which suggests he either has some caps he really likes enough to get multiples of, OR (most-likely), there are some very small differences that Leon hyper-fixates on/notices that most people wouldn’t.

-’N’s’ cap on top of the bookshelf. I've seen a few fan theories about the cap that sits on the top of the bookshelf which looks like N's. I think it'd be interesting for the two of them to meet. Both have an overall goal of making Pokemon the best they can be. N had his goals of liberating them from trainers and Leon has the goals of making trainers and Pokemon have the best battles by constantly working on themselves and their bonds with their Pokemon. A meeting of these two would be incredibly interesting I feel, especially pre-events of Black/White.

There are some caps on plaques in various spots around his room. I definitely have to wonder why these caps are on plaques specifically, or what they mean. (If anyone has insight into this, pleaaase tell me, I'm fascinated).

His room is also really tidy. While his grandma also talks about keeping his room tidy for him, Hop’s room is also a complete mess. Also, a few of the dumbells and workout equipment pieces are still out and some are on the floor, so if she was doing 100% of the legwork on cleaning, those materials would probably be put away. So Leon, to some extent, is most likely at least pretty tidy. Either that, or he visits often enough that the dumbells don't really need to be put away.

-Can we talk about the Charmander he leaves for you? In HIS ROOM? Why you expecting me to come in your room Leon? 👀 Jk. I do think it’s a very sweet and symbolic way for him to give you the Charmander. He got his start with his own Charmander in Postwick and now he’s passing that legacy onto you, the new Champion. Just as I’m sure former champions have passed something on to him in some way or another. Just another way to show his support for you even after yourand his big battle are over.