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[tiredofthehumanlife]

Exquisite dancing and a loving married couple

Part one

Barbie dolls: husband! president!Coriolanus Snow x gn! Reader

Word: 5.3k

Summary: your joints are shit and you Coryo go to a gala and you guys are freaking cute

Warning: mentions of cream be mature it's like icy hot cream ok the brand is made up don't go looking for this magical blue flower joint cream, you like ceramics, you know that sound that goes okokokokokok and lalalala yeah that's y'all, you yap and coryo listens, you think you're a hassle and Coriolanus is like 😡hey shut up 💗, ypu have chronic pain/disability its mostly vague but your joints hurt, coriolanus is a lil ooc bc I wrote this before I finished the book and movie, his job is a lil vague but it's insinuated he's president, also speaking of president if you're American please go vote every vote counts plz, a man tries to flirt with you I didn't want it to be like traumatic but he is gross so he's like comically creepy, you're a smidgen oblivious but consider it in the autistic way not the "oh I'm a ditsy innocent Virgin reader I wear Velcro shoes and lace panties always what's body hair" way, old lady bothers yall, you kinda ignore what's going on and let coriolanus handle all the social interactions, mentions of sex and mildly nsfw, its kissy and light touching, you don't drink alcohol or at least not at this specific gala, yea that's it

With the warm dinner in your shared bed still feesh on his mind, Coriolanus decided he wanted to get closer to you. If you would grant him the friend title, he'd accept it. If he could choose, you'd both use kisses as greetings and know everything about each other.

Truly he worried more about how much pain you went through in your day-to-day life. Coriolanus decided there were going to be changes in how people treated you. Mavvy was going to be your right-hand-maid, ready to jump into action if you ever needed it. If he even caught a whiff of someone making an off-handed comment about you, he planned to leave his precious gem cuff links in your hands and start swinging. On the topic of him, he decided he was going to spend every minute of his free time worshiping you if it meant you'd be more comfortable. 

One evening after work he stopped by a local cornerstone with racks upon racks of simple medical supplies. Coriolanus followed the clerk around as he spit possibly thousands of words all about the best ways to help with joint pain.

Coriolanus came home with bags so stocked full of supplies he stumbled through the sunroom door, almost dropping them all. After you swallowed your shock, you two started experimenting with all the new supplies. Some of them helped, some of them didn't, but your favorite was the cream that had a blue flower on the bottle. 

For one Coriolanus was adamant on not letting you do it yourself. He just had to rub it in for you. After the third time, you didn't mind it at all. You liked him massaging your joints. You felt like it was the only way they felt any better. The cream helped definitely, his hands were just a bonus. 

Just like that, your relationship started to shift. After the bath situation, you had more good days than bad in your body. Some days you would rest more than you truly wanted but for the most part, you were doing pretty good.

 Though sometimes you mentioned the pain to Coriolanus even if it wasn’t all that bad just so he’d rub your joints and muscles. He got so used to it, that he started to do it absentmindedly. Coriolanus rubbed the muscles in your hand as you two were settling into bed. He rubbed the back of your calves when he massaged the cream into your knees. He rubbed your shoulders every time he pulled your coat on or off.

His dresser became more and more cluttered with your creations as time went by. You laid in bed longer in the mornings so you could compliment him on his clothes before he left.

 Coriolanus sometimes even changed outside of his closet. Every time he looked up, you’d be watching him. It made his chest puff out. It gave him so much confidence he thought about always undressing and redressing in front of you. You talked almost constantly around him, he loved every word of it. You didn’t stop talking and ask him about himself, you just talked. He listened and when the conversation floated back to him, you listened to every bit. 

Soon enough you became friends that happened to be married. You both secretly thought there were some simmering romantic feelings that grew with every touch and laugh. You didn’t sleep on other sides of the bed now, you actually scooted into the center to hold onto one another. You always used the ruse of hurting arms that just needed to be wrapped around someone. Coriolanus saw through you like glass but played along. He held you just as tight as you held him. He thought if he could choose where he got to die it would be right there in your arms. 

Months flew by with you just inching closer and closer. You both became comfortable with each other. Dinners were one of your favorite times of the day. You got to talk with Coriolanus and laugh over good food. Halfway through your rant about the difference between Earthenware and Porcelain, Coriolanus touched the back of your hand to silently ask you to pause for a second. You paused your sentence, looking away from the food you had been pushing around. Coriolanus wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin before setting it back in his lap. 

“This weekend there is a gala I need to go to for work,” Coriolanus said, hoping you caught on to where he was heading. You smiled and set your fork down. 

“Okay, I hope you have fun. I can handle the house on my own for one night, no problem.” Your tone was so bright he felt like you might be more excited to stay home. Coriolanus shook his head. He gripped onto your hand, making sure his seriousness was received. 

“I’d like you to go with me.” He clarified, watching your expression closely. You stared at him like you didn’t understand why and looked at your plate instead. “You’re not being forced to go. I just want you to be there. I know I would have a much better time if you were there. I think you would enjoy yourself.” Coriolanus waited for you to look back to him. You peeled your eyes away from your plate. Your other hand came to rest on top of his, making a sandwich with your hands. 

“Are you sure you want me to go? I might just end up being a hassle. If it’s a work thing I want you to be able to meander about. I’d just weigh you down.” You said, staring into his eyes so sincerely it hurt. He shook his head at you, upset you could even think those words about yourself. 

“You’re not a hassle. I want you to come with me. I want to spend the night with you. Also, I’m forced to go, so taking you with me would make the night enjoyable.” Coriolanus’ hand was warming from yours. He wanted to flip his hand over and hold onto your other one but he was trapped. You finally nodded. 

“I’ll go.” You whispered. Coriolanus let you continue your speech on clay types, returning to his food. 

The rest of the week flew by and before you knew it, you were getting ready with Mavvy next to you. You took a bath and there she was, clipping her nails while sitting on the bathroom sink. Mavvy helped you dress, smiling at you when she finished. You hated to have favorites when it came to people but you liked Mavvy much more than any of the maids or butlers. Mavvy walked with you as you made it downstairs. Mavvy lead you to the Library. Coriolanus heard your footsteps and stood from the chair he was sitting in. He paused when he looked you up and down. He smiled and nodded at you, holding his arm out for you. Coriolanus muttered compliments as you walked into the venue. 

It was stunning, the decorations made you want to inspect them and dissect them to find out what they were made of. You held onto Coriolanus’ arm and tuned out his words. He pulled you towards a wall but you didn’t watch where you were going, staring at what looked like fake dragonflies and butterflies dance around in the air.

There was soft music playing from the wall across from the entrance. There was an orchestra whispering out tunes towards the chattering crowd. It wasn’t packed but there were definitely plenty of people. Against the wall Coriolanus was dragging you towards was food and drinks, plenty of glittering small foods and dishes.

Around the floor were round tables that could sit eight at maximum. Towards the orchestra was an empty space of floor that had a few people casually dancing on. You decided you and Coriolanus would be dancing at some point tonight. On the opposing wall from the food, was another row of long tables, though you couldn’t make out what was on those. Coriolanus’ fingers brushed against your cheek, dragging your chin back towards him. You understood and focused on where you were heading instead of the room. 

Coriolanus walked towards a group of maybe six people. They all greeted him warmly. He introduced you, you gave them a short smile and nod. He listed off their names and you committed none of them to memory but pretended you did.

Coriolanus wandered around the room, greeting plenty of people and talking plenty of business with them. You got bored quickly, slipping away from his side with a kiss on his cheek. You headed straight for the table with beverages, at least you’d have something to hold onto. You wandered around the table, holding your hand up to cover the card that had the name of the food on it, guessing and revealing the answer to yourself. You had gotten 7 right out of the 10 you tried but it was more entertaining than listening to Coriolanus yammer about business. 

A man came and stood next to you, picking up a Meat Stick Thingamabobber, as you had named them. You moved on to the next item, guessing Brie and learning it was actually some other fancy cheese you didn’t know how to pronounce. The man moved with you, scooting over one. You moved over two, staring down at the Rosemary Crackers you had no interest in eating. The man finally greeted you, still following after you and scooting down the table. 

“Vinal. Richardson.” He stuck his hand out towards you, a crystal plate stacked with Meat Stick Thingamabobbers in the other. You could not want to shake someone’s hand less. You still shook it though, giving him a quick smile. You gave him your first name, looking back at the stupid Rosemary Crackers. 

“Do you work here? I’ve never seen you in the Office?” He asked. When he said here you assumed he meant do you work in Coriolanus’ office. You shook your head. 

“Oh no, I’m a plus one. I very much could not work in the Office.” You chuckled, thinking of the way you felt incomplete without looking or making art at some point during the day. Like just today you walked into your sunroom, realized how much work it would be to paint, and left. How could you live without that joy in your life? Vinal chuckled like he was inside on the joke. Which he was not. You glanced over his shoulder, trying to spot Coriolanus without looking like you were looking. 

“Guess not. You’re too pretty to sit in the office all day.” Vinal said. You moved towards the end of the table, picking up a drink. You already tried one and they were quite enjoyable. They had a fruity taste to them and even though they weren’t alcoholic they made you less nervous. You had a reason to be quiet while you were sipping. 

“Well I don’t know, I know at least one very pretty person who works in an office.” You countered, thinking of Coriolanus getting dressed in the morning. He didn’t know it but the sun always peaked out from the curtains and caught in his hair while he buttoned his shirt. He might think you liked to watch him dress for more lewd reasons. Though maybe he wasn’t completely wrong, you liked watching his gears turn. Watching him get ready for the day always felt so domestic you might even think your wedding was sparked by love. You knew he thought of all the words you told him in the morning so you planned them out as he pulled his outfit together piece by piece. As you looked up from your drink, the smile on Vinal’s face set you on edge. 

“Aren’t you a little tease? Well, where do you work then?” You furrowed your eyebrows at Vinal. What did that have to do with being a tease? You weren’t sure how you should answer his question. You didn’t really work. 

“I make art. Mostly I stay at home.” You gave Vinal a half-shrug. He oooed. 

“You make art? What kind? My mother is actually a painter. I’m sure she’d love you.” You took a sip from your glass, glancing around the room like you were lulling his question over. You still hadn’t caught Coriolanus. Damn your husband for wearing neutral colors. Why could he not where bright neon orange, at least you’d find him when you needed him. 

“I do all sorts of things.” You finally answered. Vinal nodded. 

“I’m sure you do. Where’s your friend? You’re a plus one right, I wanna meet your friends.” Vinal asked, glancing around the room with you. You shrugged. 

“I’m not sure actually.” You whispered into your drink. Vinal reached out for your face, turning your head to face his again. 

“Or we could just get out of here…go somewhere quiet?” Your skin crawled and you realized just how extremely happy you were married off to Coriolanus instead of some freak like Vinal. You sucked in a harsh breath, that he probably considered a good sign. You looked away from him, begging for Coriolanus to appear.

He must’ve heard your thoughts because he took a step back from the group he was talking to, smiling and taking a step forward again to join the conversation again. You shoved your drink into Vinal’s hands and stepped away from him. You moved as quickly as you could from him, hoping he didn’t follow. You glanced over your shoulder, glad to see he stayed in his spot. You swerved around the people moving about the tables.

 You felt your anxieties slightly ease when Coriolanus was close enough you could hear his voice. You dipped into Coriolanus’ group, joining him at his side. You pressed your hand into the small of his back.

Coriolanus kept his eyes on the coworker he was speaking to, nodding with whatever they were saying. He still showed you he recognized your existence, pulling his arm around you and tucking you into his side.

You glanced over at Vinal to find him still standing at the table with your plate in his hands and staring at you upset. You reached up to tuck a stray hair behind Coriolauns’ ear. You pressed your knuckle against his cheek for a second longer than you normally would. You were silently telling him you needed his attention. Coriolanus’ brows pinched but he still stared at the person talking. When his coworker finished talking and a new coworker started he turned to face you. 

“Do you know a Vinal Richardson?” You whispered. Coriolanus gave you a confused look. 

“Yes, he’s a vile little worm, why?” He answered, keeping his tone low. You held onto Coriolanus’ back tighter. 

“I think he just tried to get me to go sleep with him. And meet his mother. I think I accidentally flirted with him, but I really didn’t mean to it just came out wrong. I was talking about something else but he must’ve taken it to mean I was talking about him. Now he’s all upset because I ditched him and every time I look over my shoulder he’s staring-“ Coriolanus tugged you forward into a hug, using it to comfort you and look over your shoulder. There he was, Vile Vinal. Pouting away and glaring at Coriolanus. Coriolanus pulled you back and knocked his nose with yours. He gently kissed the corner of your mouth and rubbed your back. 

“Don’t worry about him. How is your body feeling?” Coriolanus asked. You pressed your nose against Coriolanus’ collar, breathing in the scent you started to associate with your home. 

“I need to rest soon. I feel hot.” You whispered into his clothes. Coriolanus pressed a kiss to your forehead. He gave his coworkers a goodbye and a promise of later returning. He gently pulled you away from your hug and held onto your elbow.

He moved you towards a nearby table and pulled out a chair for you. You slumped into it, fanning your face with your hands. Coriolanus picked up a piece of very thick paper that held the details of the reason and funding for the gala. Special thanks and all that. He fanned you with it. It helped greatly, the soft breeze cooling the burning under your skin. His hand slipped over your shoulder, rubbing the tension from it as he fanned you. You hummed and leaned your cheek against his forearm. You heard the chair next to you drag across the floor. You didn’t worry about it, focusing on Coriolanus fanning you. The voice you assumed from an older woman asked Coriolanus if you were alright. 

“Just fine, Ma’am. A little hot, that's all.” Coriolanus answered, you could hear his smile. His hand traveled up your shoulder and neck. He gently tilted your head back against his abdomen, fanning your neck and chest. The old woman started rattling off about how much she loved watching newlywed couples interact, it reminded her of her last husband. You peeked an eye open at that, tilting your head to the side, much to Coriolanus’ disapproval, making eye contact with the old lady. 

“Are we still considered newlyweds if it’s been months?” You asked. Coriolanus kept fanning you. His other hand resting on your cheek and rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. The old woman raised an eyebrow. 

“I suppose not, keeping the love young then. You two still have the Glow.” You quirked an eyebrow, confusion lacing your face. Coriolanus trailed his fingers up to your brow line, massaging away the wrinkle. You closed your eyes, not caring again, and leaned your head back against him. 

“You just have the look of young and new love. Must be the honeymooning, that always keeps the stress and anxiety of marriage sedated.” The old woman muttered. You furrowed your brows again, turning your head away from the woman in disgust. Coriolanus rested his hand on the side of your neck, reminding you he was still right there with you. Like you could forget that amazing makeshift fan of his, oh is that a cooler brush of air than last time? 

“Trust me, Ma’am. The love of ours is something much more pure. Honeymooning can only get you so far. Care and trust is what takes you to the finish line.” Coriolanus defended. Was it even really defending? You supposed so, this old woman just said you two only worked because you fucked. Which was falsities at best. You reached up and held onto Coriolanus’ wrist. He kept the fan going with his other hand. He twisted his hand in a strange way to release your grip and intertwine your finger instead. The woman smacked her lips. 

“Well, I suppose that’s true. You don’t hear that often from young birds like you two. All the yougins think about honeymoons.” She said. You sat up straighter, feeling like you could handle another hour or two before you needed to go. Coriolanus ignores the woman, putting his focus on you again. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked, slowing his fanning. You clenched your teeth. You could lie and say you were fine but that’s exactly how you ended up stuck in the bathtub. 

“I could probably power through another hour or two.” You answered. Coriolanus dropped the paper onto the table. 

“That’s not what I asked, How are you feeling?” Coriolanus repeated. You felt too tired to be scolded. 

“Tired and my legs hurt. I know you have more to do though so I can wait here and we can stay for longer.” You said, trying to cover up how badly you just wanted to go home and go to sleep. Coriolanus clicked his tongue. The old woman nodded in understanding. 

“Ready to skip town and get back that honeymoon bed?” She asked. She must’ve felt like a genius detective coming up with that one. 

“Chronic pain.” You answered, tired of her blabbering in your ear.

 “No,” Coriolanus said in sync with your words. He sent a look over toward the old woman, if you didn’t know him you’d think it was just a confused look. You did know him and you knew he was beyond annoyed with her. 

“I think I’m actually feeling exhausted, all that classical music tuckered me out. What do you think, Darling?” Coriolanus asked. You stood from your chair, leaning into Coriolanus. 

“I think, we ought to get you home. You must be running a fever, sweetheart.” You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead and yanked it back. You shook it out sucking in a breath. ”Oh you’re burning up, we must take you home immediately.” Coriolanus smiled at you joining in on the ruse, sticking his arm out for you to hold onto. 

Your driver made quick work of getting you two home. In the car, you leaned against Coriolanus and felt your heart soar when he wrapped both his arms around you.

In no time Coriolanus was pulling you through the bedroom door. Mavvy followed both of you inside, trying to help you out of your clothes. She had placed your shoes back on the rack, moving back to you. By the time Mavvy had finally started the process of getting your first piece of clothing off, Coriolanus was taking over her responsibilities. He was already half undressed, his pajama pants on and his matching shirt waiting on the edge of the bed. Mavvy seemed hesitant letting him take the reins. When you smiled at her and rubbed her hand soothingly, she left the room. 

Coriolanus was much slower than Mavvy. Mavvy was destination-focused. She was just trying to get you into your pajamas as fast as possible. She wanted you in bed and her shift over as quickly as possible. You tried to tell her she could go to bed already and you could undress yourself, you were an adult after all. Yet she waved your hands off and continued. 

Coriolanus was path-based, moving his hands terribly slowly. He took plenty of time just pulling your clothes down to the floor. His fingertips dragged across your skin, making you shiver. He rested his hands on your hips as he moved behind you to work the rest of your clothes off of you.

You waited for his hands to move, but they were frozen on your hips. They ran up your back, making you stand straighter, before dipping over your shoulders. He ran them down your arms and stopped at your hands. He fiddled with your fingers, running his fingers against your fingertips. He moved his hands around to the back of yours. He felt the way your knuckles flexed with your finger twitched, felt the underside of your wrists, and felt the wish of your hands always being on him get caught behind his teeth. You tilted your head to the side, trying to meet his eyes. Coriolanus turned his body slightly so you could see him staring into your soul eyes. 

“I think I like this better when you do it than Mavvy.” You whispered. You wanted to mention the differences in pacing, how his fingers made your skin burn, how much you wanted him to just spend the next hour running his hands over your body. Coriolanus’ face stayed neutral. It scared you slightly, maybe you spoke out of turn. Maybe you should’ve stayed silent entirely. His eyebrows twitched up and the smallest, tiniest, most minuscule grin pulled at his lips. 

“Why thank you, I like this more too.” He thought of all that was running through his mind. Romance was something you two hadn't even tried to approach, it was all about reaching friendship so you could withstand each other.

Npow the electrics that ran through your fingers when you touched his skin, the way your eyes pulled him closer, and just the way you two moved with each other physically and mentally, he could feel something stirring. It was so easy for you to catch what he was thinking without even a word, you both could communicate with nothing but a touch, and oh man the way your compliments sent waves across his body.

He could hear the storm approaching. The relationship was about to take a massive hit and change for better or for worse. Whether he liked it or not, the friendship you two had just built was about to come raining down on the both of you. Coriolanus hoped it would be used to blossom a gorgeous flower that would allow him to kiss you with a thousand unspoken words. There was always the chance that it could start a flood and you two would be whisked away from each other and end up on opposite sides of the bed again. 

As you stared at him, he was certain you could read minds because you spoke again. You nudged him towards the storm and he was almost entirely certain you knew what you were doing. 

“You know, I wanted to dance with you tonight. Too much happened before we could do that though.” You said, facing the front again. Coriolanus would’ve stayed silent but a crack of metaphorical thunder pushed the words out of his mouth before he could stop them. 

“I planned on asking you for a dance before we left as well. Great minds, I suppose.” Coriolanus ran his hands down your arms again, intertwining your fingers. You leaned back against him and pulled his arms to cross over your body. 

“Wish we brought our dancing shoes home, then.” You muttered. You tilted your head at a strange angle to catch a glimpse of him, hoping he caught on to what you were hinting at. Coriolanus smiled and dipped his nose to your temple. No, he caught it. He tightened his arms around you. 

“Think you could manage just one dance?” He whispered, pressing his lips to your cheekbone. You nodded. You turned around in his hold, pressing your chest to his. You slipped your arms around his waist, knocking your nose with his for a second. 

“As long as it’s slow and gentle. Think you can handle that, Mr. Snow?” You said, a smile still pulling at your lips. Coriolanus pulled one of your hands from his back, intertwining your fingers. He held up your hand, slippingll into the dancing position. He rested his other hand on your back, just as yours was on his. He started to slowly sway with you, tipping you around the carpeted floor of your shared bedroom. He leaned towards your ear. 

“Coryo. Please, darling.” Coriolanus whispered. 

”How many more times are you going to change your name?” You joked, enjoying the swaying pace he started. Coriolanus shook his head. He gave you a light shrug and continued your dancing. You were terribly happy he had already made it halfway into his pajama set. His fancy shoes definitely would’ve hurt if there was a misstep. It was just the two of you, half-naked, socked feet moving in sync, and absolutely no music. Probably would’ve been better if he started some tunes but you didn’t seem to care at all, grinning up at him. 

You tried to imagine how this dance would’ve been if you actually did dance at the gala. Coriolanus would’ve been uptight. He moved differently with his coworkers than he did with you. His back was straighter, his smile was tighter, and every word was calculated. You imagined how he would’ve danced with you in the way he was taught to as a child. Not like he was now. 

You liked this much more. It was just a simple way that rocked you back and forth. Coriolanus was relaxed, pressing his skin against yours. He was humming in your ear like he could hear music you couldn’t. His hand was gentle rubbing your back, keeping you close to him. You enjoyed this much more than the dance that could’ve been at the gala.

 Coriolanus’ hand slipped down from the small of your back to the top hem of your underwear. You cocked your head to the side, asking him what he thinks he’s doing with your look. Coriolanus peeled his eyes away from the space over your shoulder he was staring at to meet your eyes. As you two slowed your moves in your swaying circle with connected eyes, his fingertips under the band of your underwear. It wasn’t traveling just dipping in to test you, your feelings, to test it all.

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow at you, asking you what you thought about his move. Your hand on his back shifted to his chest, trailing up to his neck. He tilted his chin up as you ran your fingers over the side of his throat. He pressed his fingertips into your skin, begging you for more. 

You held onto the back of his head. You pulled his face closer to yours, knocking your noses together. Coriolanus slowed your sway, pulling you into a standpoint. He brought your intertwined hands to his shoulder, dropping your palm onto it. His now free hand found your cheek. He glanced between your eyes and lips. A question was laced in his flickering gaze, were you ready to step into the rain with him?

A small grin reached your lips. That was all the answer he needed, leaning closer to you. He was taking his sweet time inching his lips closer and closer to yours. All of his tailing fingertips the past few weeks made you impatient. You lurched forward and pressed your lips against his. 

After getting married, all you could think about was how intimidating your husband was. How were you supposed to grow closer to him if you couldn’t even look him in the eye? He just set you on edge so you tried to avoid interacting with him. You wrote to him instead of speaking because it was easier. All you could think about in those first months was staying away from Coriolanus. 

Now all you could think about was how to get closer. He moved his lips against yours in perfect harmony with your movements. Coriolanus left a buzzing against your skin. Even with his mouth on yours and hands pressing into your flesh you couldn’t think of anything but more more more more and more. You pulled back enough to suck in a breath, your lungs straining under your ribs. Coriolanus dipped his mouth down, kissing under your chin. You breathed hard, your skin pressing into Coriolanus’.

You pulled his mouth away from your neck by the back of his head. You pressed your lips against him before he could complain. Coriolanus must’ve felt the same way you did about him needing to be closer because his hands started to dig into your back again. Coriolanus’ fingers rested on the edge of your underwear and slipped further inside, pressing his palm against your ass. He tugged you closer to him, pressing your body fully against his. He hummed into your lips like he was finally happy with your proximity. 

As much as you wanted to kiss him until you both decayed into swaying skeletons, your lungs needed substance and your knees were hurting again. You slowly pulled back. Coriolanus was clearly not agreeing with this move, chasing after your lips by pressing his lips back to yours in brief kisses and trying to draw you back in. You tapped his shoulder, telling him to pull away. He pulled back, finally giving you time to breathe. 

That night he rubbed the cream into the joints of your legs and kissed you again before slipping into the covers. You two had never slept so close in that bed. Your legs were tangled. He was holding onto you like you were his lifeline. You were actually incredibly glad you married Coriolanus. Coriolanus added a new flower on top of your dresser in the morning. He couldn’t be more thankful for the very not real and incredibly metaphorical thunderstorm that pushed the two of you together. 

[aettuddae]

i swear i'll update today, like, there's no way i keep postponing it, okay? 😭

but coming back to the one shots series, i've been thinking,

what if it was divided into two? one being a canon story line, where big things that happen can't be changed (let's say oc kisses karina and there's no coming back from it, she already did it), but this would be interactive, you decide what oc will do (thru asks and polls, since we're a democracy), and there would still be silly random scenarios, it would still be one shots and something very casual.

the other version being like alternative universes, varieties of the main plot where you could, indeed, ask me for anything you want me to write and it wouldn't affect the main plot

OR, we stick to only one of these ideas. either one shots of one same character living different experiences that don't affect to a bigger plot, since there's no bigger plot, or an interactive story.

just leaving this here so you vote and tell me what you think about it meanwhile i finish BM update !! plz share your thoughts 🤍

[oddogoblino]

Plz reblog if you vote

[mcyt-builds-contest]

Unfortunately, the largest faction of prisonfucker voter fraud experts must reluctantly concede defeat early😔our soldiers are weary and we simply don't have the same stakes.

As the main (and at times only) person up all damn night building up a reserve for the end...it simply wasn't enough. Y'all put up a damn good fight, Ghost Vaulters, and I was sure we had it until about an hour and a half before the end. Enjoy your lore, ARG answer, and whatever else you won by beating us.

THAT SAID.

Dear poll runner, for any future polls (please do more types, we love these dearly in dreblr), can we set a hard rule of no cc bribes of this nature? It...really feels weird, I'm not gonna lie. I won't begrudge Dominion fans their hard-won spoils ofc, but this is supposed to be for fans. Multiple cc's upping the stakes by promising things that fans might not get otherwise...it feels less like a fun, silly poll and more like something that people have a reason to get upset over on /both/ sides.

Fans offering an incentive is one thing. Art and ficlet bribes are a time-honored tradition, after all!

But the cc's getting involved is very different. I just have visions of this becoming a trend and it turning into a very ugly situation of fandoms at each others' throats because they lost out on content for not winning a tumblr poll.

I'm not saying cc's should be barred from interacting at all. Just not give this level of incentive. Reach and "vote plz" I don't have much of a problem with. But this doesn't feel lighthearted, it feels like if we had won we'd have robbed the Dominion fans of something special to them.

And that kills the fun, silly energy that I and many others love so dearly.

I love voter fraud

[azurdlywisterious]

Tell me your fave vaults

Okay, I somehow narrowed it down to a top five (honorable mentions are basically every single other vault) (except Vault 81) ( i wish the experiment actually happened and the overseer didnt shut it down i wanted the psychological horror :/ )

Vault 77- This is the crate of puppets vault, featuring the crate of puppets guy. This Vault wasn't a part of any game, rather it is from a comic that was promo material for fallout 3. and like, penny arcade understood the assignment on demonstrating how fucked up vault-tec is in thirty six panels. Like my one critique is that it's so short, but with the direction they went with the plot and the topics they tackled and it being 2008, it was probably for the best. Anyways the whole comic is free on the Internet Archive and its a nice snappy read (almost to its detriment like straight up plz someone get ari aster on the phone he'd make a fantastic adaptation of one man and a crate of puppets legit)

Vault 112- ooh hoo hoo unlike most vaults that I just remember from reading the wiki blurbs back in high school, this one was fully brought to my attention in a game of magic where i exiled a ridiculous amount of my library to get a winning card and also my missing dad (shout out to adventure costs!!!) and in that game i vowed to find it. I didnt know that it was a part of the main plot of fo3 yet but that didn't take long to find out. This is the creepy simulation one that i see as almost a proof of concept for the evil within vibes-wise (i fucking love the evil within series but thats besides the point). Legit terrified me in a way that should not have been possible (maybe im the one with unchecked issues that people being saccharinely nice to me sets off alarm bells in my head but it could also be that i had to get into a vr pod first) (who knows?) Anyways I proceeded to ignore like half of it and I'm looking forward to the next time i play and actually interacting with it a bit more (also one of my twelve fallout ocs is from this vault i made it work given this vault's canon ending)

Vault 11- Oughhhhhhh epistolary enviromental just altogether wonderful storytelling. the posters. The Posters! The ones that read "I Hate Nate" but the deeper down you go the more you find that have been graffitied to read "I Hate Kate" perfect wonderful amazing. Not to mention granting us with "Don't Vote Glover He Has A Family" which idk I love that out of context but I do. In context it's downright horrifying and the absurdity of it actually adds to the horror. Love love love Vault 11.

Vault 108- Gary. Gary Gary? Gary! Okay in all seriousness the story of this one is bonkers and also I'm a sucker for cloning (I had a cloning phase in third grade). Like, they found a guy that was going to die in a few months to be overseer so that there would be a power vacuum. Okay, normal social experiment for vault-tec. This eventually leads to them cloning a guy named Gary and then all the Gary clones killing the rest of the dwellers so now the only people in the vault are Gary clones. For the life of me I do not remember the chain of events that led to it and no i will not look it up it's funnier this way.

Vault 88- Look this one is boring to most people. Its a mix reviewed Fallout 4 DLC but dammit, I like getting to design my own Vault. As someone who got into Fallout because of the Vaults it was incredibly appealing to get to be the villain for once. And then I saw that my victim was this sweet guy named Clem (and also I was playing a goody two shoes but thats besides the point). Like I can tell they wanted to write Clem to be annoying so that you felt less bad basically torturing him but I found him so sweet and earnest I just couldnt. I fucking love Clem I would die for Clem hes like if a golden retriever was a person that I wanted to make sure kept his agency and autonomy. Plus it was really fun getting to piss the overseer off with some actually decent written dialogue. Like bonus points for that. And I still havent finished building the vault! amazing. absolutely wacky but also amazing.

[sir-arlieosaurus-lung-struggler]

hi ppl. Welcome to my lil corner of the internet i guess.

About me

I go by Show & Scar (& that is subject to change), I'm considering other names like Cookie, Dino (Deeno), and names that make me sound like an old white man

I use he/it + neos pronouns

Minor

Links

☆ @shketchark is my side blog for art & general creative stuff

☆ @Arlieosaurus-the-2nd is mainly a "reblog/random shit" alt account (I linked it cause it wouldn't do it itself)

☆ @namehelp is my side blog for names & giving ppl names through asks :] (long hiatuses are prevalent, depression is a bitch, ill always answer asks though, it will take a while, im sorry for this ;>)

☆ Heres my pronouns.page and my pronouns.cc with a dump of my flags & pronouns & stuff (the 2nd 1 is most extensive). Heres a post w/ my lables (linked) that is occasionally updated

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Favorite posts (links embedded in text)

☆ MMIP Zine

☆ Essay on being Native & Aro

☆ Art of my favorite Indigiqueer fictional son :>(Marshall for short lol)

☆ proximiplatonic/intaplatonic coining post

☆ STOO/Kiwi coining post

☆ april fools boop-o-meter

☆ aro ford hc & aro ford + bi mable hc

☆ village accent

☆ floating orb/void wish

☆ DONT BE GUILY OVER TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF (message to me)

☆ finding $30 after complaining I didn't have money for book of bill

☆ 2020 protest art

☆ election day

☆ election day vent

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DNI/ppl i want to block me (plz :] )

Block me if you are: homophobic, transphobic, aphobic, a queer exclusionist, racist, ablist, a proshipper, radqueer, or a terf.

Block me if you voted for trump

NSFW blogs

Adult ran accounts are mostly fine but as long as its not NSFW, but I still examine caution around accounts run by adults

If you don't like me, just block 🤷 I couldn't care less

I'm online to be happy & for good experiences so I block liberally

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Fyi

☆ you may notice editing/rewording on this section. This is cause i have extreme anxiety & fear confrontation- or just fear of interaction honestly. Therefor i fear making strong statments, even about myself & things im passionate about, & feel the need to explain everything (hence this whole paragraph. I'm making baby steps on this). I'm online for positive experiences, whilst I do that i attempt to educate myself, but things are multifaceted & require research & talking to people & motivation/depression dosnt often allow me that energy. I'm ultimately here to turn my brain off & escape. I have alot going on & my brain only takes so much. Editing this was just for my own mental security as someone with life long untreated anxiety & dosnt show change in my stances.

☆ I stand with Ukraine 🇺🇦 & Palestine 🇵🇸. I honestly dont support any state or gov, I support people, not an entity. I don't think the innocent should be killed on either/any side, I don't support killing innocent people in general. I don't post about them alot but thats my opinion & I'll stand by it. Ik having some flags in my bio doesn't do shit, this is just an fyi cause I don't really post about it & don't want ppl misconstuding me. I just use tumblr as an escape & dont feel educated enough to speak on the matter more than this & the occasional reblog. That and I don't want saying some shit wrong about such an important issue to bite me in the ass.

How you can help Palestine while being a child/minor

[mari-lair]

First of all, thank you, thank you very much for drawing Aoi as the guardian of the clock

I had written an anon asking what it would look like (ignore that anon plz I wrote it at night and it's embarrassing, sorry).

And I'm very excited about the dimensional jumper Teru fic with all the ways Teru could interact and I'm very excited.

But I do feel kind of sad because aka's fic isn't winning in the poll,Don't get me wrong phantom thieves are going to have interesting interactions like the fact that first of all the ones from ladrob au have that Teru and Akane dynamic that I love and I don't know how to describe it, in addition to the fact of the context of that universe, But I met you through aka rl fic so nostalgia hits hard since I was a person who waited for the chapters, I still liked the fact that although you didn't finish the fic you left ideas of how it was going to end which I loved and I thank you infinitely.

So I'm sad that you only chose the one with the most votes and not the two with the most votes, but I know it's tiring to write and your fics are very good no matter what you write, you're going to finish me off, I'm leaning toward the hxh fandom xD.

So have a good day, here in Chile it's 10 in the morning, and I'm already waiting for the fic.

post data: I am using a translator, sorry if something is not understood.

It was my pleasure, I love clock keeper Aoi. Will draw her more in the future for sure!

Aka may have been my first really fleshed-out fic on Tumblr, so it's been a while! I don't think I'll ever get back to his AU now that it lost the poll (unless is a one-shot/or a slightly tweeked version of it. Maybe...) :( but it warms my heart that the au stuck with ya, and the ideas I shared for the possible future of the fic were appreciated <3

the dimension hop fic is mostly a blank doc as of now, I only really started writing after the polls were over, so it will take some time to finish, stay strong! But it makes me hyped that you're so excited for it! I'll share a snippet as soon as I finish a full scene from it! Hopefully you'll enjoy the eventual brand-new aus on it too.

I am not sure if you enjoy my hxh content more, or if you are starting to like hxh because of me, (it just be like that with translators no worries) but I am glad you like all aus :D

[lunajay33]

What’s Next??

I’m trying to write more avatar stories so plz interact luvz and what ever one you vote for comment what you’d want the story with them to be about💙

[letsa-go-wee-hee-hee]

don't ask why i made this [poll]

[writers-ex]

the mall show was amazing!!! 100% live vocals and lots of funny fan interactions aND!!! ships!!! mygosh bc their management has a "prom" event coming up and the girls made promposals and i witnessed 2 promposals that day!!! bc there's a voting thing for best promposal w/in the attendees heheheh i have a fancam i couldn't scream bc i was at the second floor where casuals were lmao im gonna post clips on the ppop blog and maybe post the whole stuff in youtube when i get the damn time 😭😭😭

and also attended blackpink concert the following day as always philippines loudest crowd AND singing/ rapping/ dancing crowd as well! like 70% singing and 30% screaming in one song for everyone so the pinks had 100k backup singers, rappers, and dancers lmao idk if i can send fancam bc i was so loud again HAHAH like !!! i rapped all the rap parts and suddenly i could sing in korean lmao like jennie didn't mind all the phones up in the air bc she could tell the crowd was multitasking w fancams, partying, and jamming along they couldn't stop smiling, getting goosebumps, and signaling how they couldn't hear anything lmao (also gay bc they were like the crowd's so loud they got excited too and their hearts were beating so fast so rosé made lisa feel her chest bc heartbeat and lisa got shy lmao bc her hand was trapped against rosies chest and jisoo imitated rosé w jennie and the way jennie was looking at jisoo's chest- 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i screamed fr oh my god those are my bp mainships 😭😭😭😭😭)

my feet hurt bc i jumped the whole concert 😭😭😭 and had to walk to the car from the venue it was so faaar bc traffic like we walked across the beidge over the express way and the venue was so big as well w so many goddamn stairs and like one elevator tf like if you search "philippine arena" our seat was at the top like in the plate thingy already 😭😭😭😭 but it was fun but it was tiring and then we played badminton today and i ate so much and im so sleepy but didhsjsksj cONGRATULATIONS ON THE SPAAAAM

sorry this is such a long ask i hope you get allowed to attend the concert 🥹🥹🥹🥹 u deserve it !! i attended bp con w mommy, cousin, sister so it was fun sksksk maybe you'd be allowed to go if you had someone w you?? back at the sb19 and itzy concert i was w my younger sister so i was allowed to gooo tell us how that goes if you'll be allowed and the experience and stuff!!! i'd love to hear your concert stories like lets exchange stories u know !! i don't go out of the house a lot so these are fun times hehe

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you are a whole vibe im so happy you got to have lots of fun AND the promposals I wanted to do one for my best friend but she didnt want me to do anything and I wasn’t able to go to prom TwT so im living vicariously through you and those girls, im just waiting for one of my groups to come to the state near I live and I’m running over immediately to the site to buy some-

I hope you’re having a chill one and I LOVED the songs you told me about for that one ask, I’ll love more recommendations plz

[tum-bakery]

ALSO it's september which means this blog is getting a year older again! It's... been 4 years woah... (September 4th is technically the date of the first ever post but the first art I've got was out on the 5th- soooo)

I think I'm gonna do a celebration of some kind!

I'm definitely gonna do a drawing the day of anyways but

*for an art competition I was thinking of having other kind folks draw or write something simple with one of my ocs, and I'll pick out a winner or two to get a simple sketch comm. The time frame would probably be within the next 2 weeks.

If you vote sent a seggestion via asked plz send one I'd love to hear your ideas!

[chaniiverse]

Moments to save from chapter 1:

“I seriously don’t think this is a good idea.” The voice of your father interrupted the vote, in his seat on the high council it seemed his voice was always overheard. “My daughter is on that list and I don’t want to lose her because you’re too selfish to check if up there is safe yourself! You’re risking the next generation!”

It’s so sweet how the father tries to protect his daughter despite knowing he cannot do anything but to let her go :(

“Kevin!” You smiled, running to give him a hug not realising your surroundings just yet. Leaves stuck in your hair that he began to pick out. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”

Love me some Kevin bestie and I am all here for it. Need some support if I have to survive mean Juyo yk?

“We’re not gonna die. But if your privileged asses think so, I would happily dump you both back down there.” The voice of a boy chimed in behind you, causing you to whip your head around to source the owner of such venomous words.

Okay ik he’s being rude here but like…it’s Juyeon and I like this attitude he is giving. Always read this down for you bad Juyeon who is all sweet so a slight change in his personality and character is new and I like it hehe

"As beautiful as this landscape is, your parents sent us up here to die, my problem? Or do you mean my many problems with your royal status down in that bunker. Your parents executed my father for disagreeing with that monstrosity of a system down there, so whilst we're up here don't do you dare cross me. I'll rip that chip on your arm clean off and let them believe your dead." He drew the knife to your arm pointing at the bright green chip blinking brightly, which you hadn't yet used.

Well nothing else to say but the fact that he is hot..

"Who's next?!" He yelled, subjects lineing up to have their monitoring device removed. "It's freedom time angel." He turned to you with an evil look in his eyes, the pet name not doing anything to help your opinion of him.

Plz tell me he calls me angel again 🥺😭. I am a sucker for these type of nicknames especially if it’s cocky Juyeon..

“Not like the ones in the books though. It was born into radioactivity. That’s why it looks like that.” The voice of that boy called Hyunjae buts in again, taking a seat beside you and Kevin. “It’s beautiful don’t you think?”

Not a big reason to save this but I just loved this small interaction :) it was cute and wholesome. The way hyunjae just naturally joined their conversation 😭

GENESIS ༉‧₊˚.

chapter one / series navi / next..

༉‧₊˚. > description: the bunker project genesis is being discussed, it seems as if the plan to send the delinquent youth to the surface is their only chance to guarantee whether it’s truly survivable up there.. that’s if.. it is successful..

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༉‧₊˚. > warnings: profanity, some violence and upsetting topics.

Deep somewhere underground, a large bunker system laid beneath the earth with a population of around 3000 which was only expanding. 177 years ago the world was destroyed by nuclear warfare, the earth was made a toxic wasteland, a radioactive hell. The only survivors being those who’d made it to the bunker system before the bombs were detonated. Amongst them, mainly aristocrats, politicians, essentially those with enough money to pay themselves into a space of survival.

Food, Medical supplies and Oxygen were all running low as they were bound to at some point. Rationing had only worked for around a decade, the bunker was dying and as the elected higher council met, they devised a plan that would risk the lives of both their children and the next generation. Your father Daniel Stacey, elected to the council for his outstanding work in engineering nervously chewed at his fingernails over the metal table in the meeting room.

“Are you sure this would work?” The chancellor intently listened to his second in command, chewing at his lip. “I mean it’s our own children we’re risking.”

“Confident sir, it gives them a second chance instead of being trapped in their cells awaiting execution.” The second commander commented, reviewing the list of names across the page. “It’s the only chance we have of knowing whether it’s safe to live up there.”

“Shall we vote?” Another voice chirped up, as the rest nodded in response. The hands raised in favour of the experiment was an overwhelming majority.

“I seriously don’t think this is a good idea.” The voice of your father interrupted the vote, in his seat on the high council it seemed his voice was always overheard. “My daughter is on that list and I don’t want to lose her because you’re too selfish to check if up there is safe yourself! You’re risking the next generation!”

“Mr. Stacey sir, you’re not in the position to overthrow the decisions made by your fellow council members. Besides, the next generation in this society are the ones who don’t go around causing mayhem.” Another board member spoke up, causing your father to sit back down in his seat biting his tongue.

“You’re sending them to their deaths.” He mumbled under his breath, his arms folded not making eye contact with anyone over the table.

“We’re giving them the chance of a new beginning. I’m the chancellor of this system and what I say goes. Don’t question my authority, Daniel.” The chancellor aggressively stood up from his chair, glaring at your father with his warning eyes. “Council dismissed.”

It had been just over 100 days since you’d been imprisoned for causing a catastrophic blackout in the bunkers, you’d counted the days by scratching a pebble into the metal walls of your chamber each day. You’d never expected for the officers of the bunker to snatch you out on day 107, two of them escorting you into the hallway.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You struggled against them as they restrained you, roughly forcing you against the concrete floor.

All of a sudden there was nothing, the darkness falling heavy over your eyes. You’d been shot with a tranquilliser and were currently being dragged across the hallway with a few other inmates.

The next thing your conscious enough to hear was the sound of someone fiddling with something in a metal container, perhaps a scalpel, tweezers?

“She’s waking up.” An unknown voice utters, the sound muffled through your blocked ears, as your head swayed against the back of the medical room chair.

“Insert the patch quickly.” The familiar voice of your father was distant in the blur of lights above you, you then felt a painful stab to right side of your arm. Tinnitus ringing in both your ears, your head spinning and aching in the sound of chaos.

“I’m sorry y/n. I tried everything I could.” You felt a kiss on your forehead, it almost sounded as if your father was crying, the sniffling evident between his words.

“Stacey times up, she needs to go up.” The sound of the chancellor confused you, you were about to sit up before suddenly you’d been knocked out again.

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A blinding brightness caused you to immediately squint your eyes as you sprung to sit up, an unfamiliar breeze blowing towards you like an air conditioner in the bunkers but it was so much stronger. You smelt something unfamiliar, a smell only recognisable from the underground farms. Dirt?

You managed to open your eyes fully, a pile of sleeping bodies around you, some beginning to gain consciousness.

“Y/N!!” A cheery voice so dear to you echoed through your readjusting hearing, you turned in the direction it came from. Faintly recognising the boy from his signature sage green denim jacket and light wash denim jeans.

“Kevin!” You smiled, running to give him a hug not realising your surroundings just yet. Leaves stuck in your hair that he began to pick out. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”

“Is this earth?” You asked, shocked looking around at the forest, the sky overcast yet still beautiful. Flowers bloomed around you, the air so fresh as you span around and basked in the beauty of it all.

“Yeah it is.” He smiled standing next to you, as you overlooked the flowers growing from one of the many bushes dotted around the dumping space.

You found yourself looking around at the others, there were only young people here, no mature adults, just juveniles. You looked at Kevin confused, not understanding what was going on.

“They’ve sent the juveniles up here to see if it’s safe to live on the surface.” Kevin sighed, his eyes following yours as you looked at the others who were beginning to wake up. “Your dad didn’t agree, however mine did. So I decided I wouldn’t let you go alone, so I stole some medical supplies from the infirmary.”

“You did what?! Kevin, why? We could die up here! It’s radioactive!” You began to stress, all of the beauty of the world collapsing around you at once.

“We’re not gonna die. But if your privileged asses think so, I would happily dump you both back down there.” The voice of a boy chimed in behind you, causing you to whip your head around to source the owner of such venomous words.

A boy with messily gelled black hair, fair complexion with a smude of dirt on his cheek below his intimidating cat-like eyes glared at you as if he was trying to turn both you and Kevin to stone. He sat on top of a large pile of rocks, sharpening a stick with his pocket knife.

"What's your problem?" You laughed, watching as he paused his actions looking up at you before jumping down from the rocks and firmly landing on two feet.

"As beautiful as this landscape is, your parents sent us up here to die, my problem? Or do you mean my many problems with your royal status down in that bunker. Your parents executed my father for disagreeing with that monstrosity of a system down there, so whilst we're up here don't do you dare cross me. I'll rip that chip on your arm clean off and let them believe your dead." He drew the knife to your arm pointing at the bright green chip blinking brightly, which you hadn't yet used.

"Right everybody get up, I'm gonna need axes by nightfall!" He walked over to the group of subjects that were dumped beside a large oak tree by the sealed entrance to the bunker system.

"What do you need an axe for?" You approached him again, Kevin following closely behind like a lost penguin.

"Making sure no one follows us. The last thing those bastards on the higher council deserve is to get out after using us as their lab rats." He smirked, the shock settling in as you followed his eye line towards the large oak tree above the bunker.

"You can't trap them down there, what if we need help?!" Kevin butted in watching the group become minions, cheering for the boys words as if he'd already established himself as group leader.

"Help? Just because you’re the chancellor’s son? As if they'd risk their lives to help us, they need to see if we die first. In fact what a good idea, if they think we're dead they'll never come up! I'll go first!" The boy cheered sarcastically, as you watcched him slice the device off his arm falling to the floor as he crushed it beneath his boot.

"No! You can't do this what if your parent-" Realising he'd mentioned his lack of family, you sighed retracting your sentence. He shook his head with a chuckle of belief, cracking a sly smile as he once again turned to the group.

"Who's next?!" He yelled, subjects lineing up to have their monitoring device removed. "It's freedom time angel." He turned to you with an evil look in his eyes, the pet name not doing anything to help your opinion of him.

"Thanks Juyeon man." One of them smiled, running of excitedly to fine scrap metal from the bunker to make an axe.

His name was Juyeon, you'd heard that before but where? Who was his father? How did you know that name?

"Guys, we can't remove those devices! What if something bad happens!" You yelled trying to reason with Juyeon's new followers, watching as they hesitated for a moment - looking at their devices fearfully.

"Have we seen anything dangerous yet? If this place is so unsurvivable wouldn't we be dead already? Pipe down y/n." He laughed, watching as the group roared in agreement, the line only getting longer making judgemental eye contact with you as their devices were cut off.

"How do you even know my name?" You looked at him confused, him turning back his back to you to ignore the question shaking his head.

"Who doesn't? Angel of the system, a privelged girl who found one thing she couldn't get away with." Another voice chirped into the conversation, standing beside you and Kevin was a boy with light brown hair arranged into curtains wearing a beige jacket and green cargos. "It's Hyunjae by the way."

"You're introducing yourself to me after straight up insulting me?" You scoffed, snapping your neck to look at him with a disgusted look. He smiled, his eyes shining like crescent moons.

“I was just telling you to truth, not trying to offend ya.” He shrugged, walking towards Juyeon handing him a bit of rope he’d found. “I quite like freedom, you should try it out.”

You shook your head, turning to Kevin and agreeing to have a quiet moment away from the group. You sat on a ledge in the forest, a long slope down into lower terrain. You threw a rock downwards towards the line watching it bounce over the dirt.

“I didn’t think earth was this pretty. I mean look at the trees, it’s everything the books told us.” Kevin smiled, admiring a collection of fallen leaves he’d collected in the palm of his hands.

“I keep forgetting I haven’t seen you in so long.” You chuckled nudging him in the shoulder bittersweetly.

“Then maybe it’s a good thing we’re up here. We’re free right?” He sighed, breathing in the air and laying backwards on the dirt, his eyes widening as he spots something. “Y/n what is that?”

You follow his finger, as he points up to a bird with glowing neon pink wings, singing an off tune melody from its beak.

“It’s a bird. I think?” You looked up confused at the creature perched on the branch.

“Not like the ones in the books though. It was born into radioactivity. That’s why it looks like that.” The voice of that boy called Hyunjae buts in again, taking a seat beside you and Kevin. “It’s beautiful don’t you think?”

“Yeah actually.” You smile as it flies away, the melody getting further away as you embrace the nature around you.

“I think some of us are splitting off going to find water, if you wanna come with me?” He asked, looking at you with a curious gaze and a smile. The breeze gently trembling in his hair.

“That’s not an invitation for me is it?” Kevin asked, stating the obvious pointing towards his chest with a deep sigh.

“I’m not going without you so it has to be.” You commented, turning back towards Hyunjae who shrugged nonchalantly.

“He can come too if he wants.” He replied getting to his feet, and dusting the dirt off his hands.

As the three of you passed the dumping space again, you caught eyes with that Juyeon boy again, the same dirty intimidating glare piercing through you like daggers. His jaw was clenched, as you and Kevin passed he seemed to start sharpening that stick of his more furiously. Seriously what had you done to hurt him? You couldn't understand his aggression.

i may start a tag list !! please comment if you’d like to join it! <3

[gubler-me-up]

Oh Brother

Request(s): akhekfjakdjss okay this is weirdly specific but i had a dream about it, reader is a self defense teacher and owns a studio and also one of the guy team members little sister and Reid and reader have been fucking for like 3 months (include smut plz) and run into each other at the office and just stare at eachother for a couple of seconds while her brother is saying a bunch of really protective things about how she’s off limits plz plz

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Second highest voted for (and prayed for fic) in the 12 days of Ficmas poll! Love the concept, so I’m glad it made it onto the list! Hope you enjoy it and happy reading!

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Swearing, clitoral overstimulation, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, finger sucking, male ejaculation on female, female orgasm

Word count: 3.5k

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You were rudely awakened by someone shaking you. You groaned as you knew who it was and why they were waking you up. You reluctantly  opened your eyes to see Spencer with a halo of bright, yellow rays surrounding him. Anyone would have thought the sight of seeing such a beautiful man with a halo of sun around him would be out of a dream. However, you knew it meant you had to get up for work.

“Come on, tough girl. Time to get up,” he said.

“Ugh, waking up is so annoying,” you groaned.

He chuckled. “Well, waking up early kinda happens when you own your own self-defense studio.”

You rolled your eyes as he walked away from you and when you were certain he wasn’t looking, you closed your eyes again. You imagined if you hadn’t had sex with him last night after you two went on a date of many you two had been going on for the past three months that you wouldn’t even have woken up to his annoying shaking. You wouldn’t change a thing though.

You were glad Derek brought Spencer along that one fateful Saturday morning self-defense class he was guest-starring alongside you for. He even made Spencer participate through the whole class. He was so out of breath by the end, he barely had the breath to thank you and how nice it was meeting you. You gave him your card and told him once he regained his strength to speak, he could contact you to let you know about his experience. You know, for customer service reasons.

You never thought he would call because rarely did people call back with verbal feedback. They usually did the online survey. When you saw an unfamiliar number pop up on your office phone, you had a feeling within yourself that you were going to hear someone familiar.

“Hello, Y/N Morgan speaking, owner and instructor of Angel’s Self Defense Studio. How may I help you?” You asked.

“Y/N? Hi, it’s Spencer Reid. I work with Derek and he brought me into your class on Saturday,” Spencer said.

You were surprised he called. You weren’t expecting him to and didn’t want him to feel obligated to. However, something about the way he spoke was intriguing to you. Derek always brought him up during family get-togethers. It was hard not to find him even more intriguing actually hearing him speak. Bonus that he wasn’t wheezing this time.

“Oh, hi. I’m glad to hear that you’ve caught your breath again,” you joked.

He chuckled. “Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t even get to properly thank you for your lesson. I think you might have worked everyone harder than Derek did.”

“Derek’s too much of a cupcake to work anyone overboard. I, however, have no mercy. Hope it wasn’t all bad,” you said.

“No, no, not at all. It was great. You were great,” he said.

You went silent. He thought you were great? You had barely even interacted with him on Saturday but it seemed as if you had made an impact on him.

You were about to reply to him until you heard him clear his voice. You could hear the slight mumbling of him trying to form a sentence after the long pause you didn’t intend on making so long. You had just zoned out on his words.

“Sorry if I said that weird. I mean I really enjoyed your class and you’re a great instructor. Sometimes whenever Derek’s explaining something, it isn’t always clear, but when you do it, it’s awesome and I-”

“Thanks a ton, sweet talker. Derek never told me you had such a way with words,” you said.

“Oh? He still talks about me to your family?” He asked.

“Of course. How could he resist telling us about someone so interesting?” You asked.

You could basically hear him blushing from the other end of the line. He cleared his throat again before he spoke. You smirked as you waited to hear his response.

“Um, well, if you find me interesting, I hope this means you’re okay if we grab something to eat one day. I just feel bad for maybe coming off rude and sweaty after the lesson was over. You like eating right?” He rambled.

You chuckled. “Aren’t you a genius? Shouldn’t you know without food, I couldn’t function long enough to do my job?”

“You’re right, that was a stupid question. What I really meant to ask was do you have a preference for what you want to eat?” He asked.

“Surprise me,” you said.

“What if you don’t like what I choose?” He asked.

“Then I’ll fight you,” you joked.

He chuckled. “I should have guessed that too.”

You shot your eyes open once you felt the weight of clothes hitting your body. You groaned as you looked over at Spencer who had a smirk on his face. You then sat up and took the blanket off of you along with the clothes he threw at you. You sat at the edge of the bed and watched him as he buttoned the last few buttons on his dress shirt.

You picked up your sports bra from off the bed and tossed it full strength at him. It hit him on his chest before falling to the floor. He looked at you with his hand on his chest.

“Ouch,” he said.

You softly giggled. “Two can play the “toss the clothes game.” One of these days I’m going to tell Derek how rough you are with me and then you’ll know what a true “ouch” feels like.”

He chuckled. “I think it’s quite the opposite. I think you’ve been rough with me more than you like to admit.”

“Not last night though. For someone who could barely steady their breath after their first class at my studio, it’s a surprise how good your stamina actually is,” you said.

He smirked as he made his way up to you. You could see in his eyes he was up to no good but you couldn’t help wanting to get up to no good as well. As he stopped in front of you, you stared up at him with the biggest smile on your face.

He leaned in and embraced you with a feverish kiss on your lips before trailing them across your cheek, then to your ear. You watched as he pulled down your tank top to expose your breasts. He stuck his fingers in your mouth and you seductively sucked on them as you moaned around them.

He kissed you repeatedly on your neck as he used his wet fingers to stimulate you with some nipple play. You moaned as he flicked and pinched your nipple to get you riled up. You could already feel yourself getting wet and he hadn’t even gotten into his groove again.

“Guess we’re both going to be late today,” he whispered in your ear.

He then moved his lips away from your neck and moved in for the nipple overstimulation kill. He placed his mouth on your right breast. Your moans grew louder as he sucked on it with no mercy as his other hand stayed busy on your left breast, fondling your nipple.

“I’d be late for work any day for you,” you moaned.

You guessed he liked your answer since you felt him suck more vigorously on your breast. His left hand moved away from your breast and you immediately knew where it was travelling to. You didn’t even bother to wait for him to do it for you.

Your hands raced to your shorts and rushed to pull them down along with your underwear. You didn’t want to be super late considering you had to open the studio, so it was best to save the usual 20 minutes of foreplay for another time. Besides, you desperately wanted to feel his dick inside of you again regardless of just having him blow your back out multiple times last night.

He chuckled as he took his mouth off of your breast. He looked at you deep in your eyes as he helped you take off your shorts and underwear and tossed them somewhere on the floor. The way he looked at you made you know he wanted to make you scream his name all over again.

“Are you ready?” He asked as he kissed your neck.

“Am I ever not ready for you?” You asked.

You could feel his soft chuckles run down your neck as the sweet sound of him undoing his pants buckle chimed in your ear. He then looked at you, slightly leaning in enough to just brush against your lips with his. He propped your legs up and you rested your calves on his shoulders.

“You tell me,” he whispered.

Then you felt him ease himself into you which left you with your mouth gaped open. You couldn’t remember a time before Spencer that you ever felt so filled. He made it dangerously hard to resist screaming his name every time you two had sex.

“Fuck,” you moaned.

He increased his pace with the sound of your moans. He didn’t lean away from your face either. He gripped onto your thigh and kept his eyes on the prize: to make you scream. He leaned in and gave you a sloppy, lust-filled kiss before leaning away to look at you with a smirk.

“Touch yourself for me,” he said.

You didn’t hesitate to do what he asked. You placed your hand on your clit and started to circle it as you didn’t break eye contact with him. He loved every second of you looking at him as if he was your whole world.

“Like this, babe?” You moaned.

He quickly looked down and a wide smile appeared on his face as he looked back up at you. He nodded, impressed by the way you were fondling yourself. You bit your bottom lip at how proud he looked at you. You were starting to believe you had some sort of praise kink when it came to him.

“Just like that,” he said.

You stopped fondling your clit to make him taste how good you tasted in his mouth. You placed your fingers up to his mouth and he gladly opened it for you to stick your wet fingers in. He sucked off all your juices, groaning in pleasure around your fingers as he did.

As soon as you took out your fingers, he leaned in and kissed you with fire in his mouth. He thrusted in you to match the same heat he had going on in his mouth. You could barely keep your balance with how much of a strong tingle he was sending down your spine from going so deep into you.

“Fuck, Spencer. I need you,” you shrieked.

“Need me where?” He asked.

“All over me,” you shrieked.

He kissed you one last time before pulling out of you and gently pushing you down onto the bed. You closed your eyes as you went back to touching yourself with one hand on your breast and the other rubbing your clit as you waited.

“Rub your clit faster,” he demanded.

Usually, you didn’t do well with so many instructions from a man in bed. He was the only exception. You’d be submissive at the drop of a dime for him. So, you sped up. You knew exactly what he was trying to do by asking you to rub your clit faster. He knew you so well that he knew you could cum with clitoral stimulation overload.

“Fuck, fuck,” you gasped.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he moaned.

From the sound of his voice, you could tell he was jerking himself off to you stimulating your clit. He was such an observer. You never knew you could be turned on so much by that until you met him.

You arched your back as you felt your orgasm run through your body. You let out a long, lustful moan that did him in. You felt his warm cum land all over your torso as he let out a satisfied moan.

You opened up your eyes and smiled at him before looking down at the mess he made on you. He grabbed your face and gently brought you close to him for a kiss. As he leaned away from you, he looked down at your torso and then back up at you with a goofy smile on.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…you know…”

“Cum that much? It’s okay. Better on me than in me. I think we should ease Derek into the idea of us dating before we pop up with niece or nephew for him,” you joked.

“I think he’d actually kill me,” he said.

“Oh, babe, don’t even worry about that. I’d never let him beat up my beautiful baby daddy,” you giggled.

He kissed you again. “I’ll take your word.”

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You paced back and forth, waiting for Derek to be done with work. You two had planned on going back to Chicago for the weekend. You waited extremely impatiently downstairs of the Quantico Headquarters waiting for him to come down, so you two could catch your flight on time.

You were excited to go home and see your mom and sisters, but you had to admit you’d miss seeing Spencer for the weekend. Two weeks had passed since you’d seen him last because of your conflicting schedules and being busybodies due to work. You texted him yesterday to let him know you’d be gone for the weekend with Derek. He didn’t respond which made you a bit worried. Was he actually not all that interested in you after all? Or was he just that bad at using technology as Derek had informed you many times before?

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and nearly ripped your jeans trying to get it. You were so eager to see any acknowledgment from Spencer, it was borderline crazy. However, it was a text from Derek telling you he was going to be downstairs in five minutes. You didn’t know if you were more frustrated because Spencer still hadn’t texted you back or Derek was taking an extra five minutes to meet you even though you’ve been waiting for 20.

“Y/N.”

You turned around to look at the elevator to see Spencer walking out. You crossed your arms and gave him a lethal stare. It was hard glaring at him when he was looking at you with such remorse in his eyes. You loosened up your arms, letting them flop to your side to show him you were open to talking.

“Funny running into you. Now you can’t avoid messaging me back,” you said.

“I wasn’t avoiding messaging you back. I just wanted to say I’ll miss you but I wanted to do it in person. That’s why I distracted Morgan for an extra few minutes, so I could see you before you leave for the weekend,” he explained.

“If that wasn’t so genuinely romantic, I would call it a lie. How did you postpone Derek’s arrival?” You asked.

“I told him he was missing a case file when we were counting, but I actually hid it in his desk drawer. He never cleans it, so he has some digging to do,” he explained.

“Well, since we don’t have long before he comes down, I just want to say I’ll miss you too. It’s going to be weird not having you come by the studio and pick me up to go on a date,” you said.

“You’re only gone for the weekend, not forever,” he said.

“I know. I guess I’m just used to being around you. You’re kinda addicting,” you said.

He smirked. “I promise to take you on a date of a lifetime when you get back.”

“And come back to my self-defense studio for a follow-up lesson?” You asked.

He shrugged. “Just maybe. Depends on how much I miss you.”

You giggled as you gently shoved his shoulder. He chuckled as he gently grabbed your hand that had lingered on his chest a second too long. The way he held your hand told you he already missed you before you even got on the plane.

“Don’t kid yourself. You’ll miss me the entire weekend,” you said.

“Y/N.”

You immediately retracted your hand away from Spencer’s when you heard Derek call out your name. You and Spencer both looked toward the elevator to see him walking up to you two. You took a deep breath to keep your cool, so it wouldn’t be obvious you were just smiling brightly not too long ago.

He darted his eyes from you to Spencer and again. You wondered if he would notice how pink Spencer’s cheeks were and think if he was blushing because of someone. Specifically, you. You knew he couldn’t help being a profiler sometimes.

“Pretty boy, trying to get a free lesson out of my little sis?” He asked.

“Free lesson? What do you mean by free lesson? What free lesson?” Spencer asked.

Derek raised a mildly suspicious eyebrow. You softly sighed to yourself. Could Spencer be any more nervous? Derek looked at you as he pointed his thumb towards Spencer.

“He usually has the best memory. Did you forget we went to Y/N’s self-defense studio? I know you weren’t tossed around that hard,” he joked as he nudged him.

“Oh yes, of course. How could I forget Y/N is a self-defense expert?” Spencer nervously replied.

“You know that one move she did? With the elbow jab? I taught her that. I told her if any man steps to you the wrong way, jab him in his rib,” Derek explained.

You could see Spencer’s eyes widen in terror. He darted his eyes toward you and you quickly looked over at him before looking back at Derek. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“You’re such a liar. I learned that on my own,” you said.

Derek viciously shook his head as he went to stand next to you. He wrapped his arm around you to bring you in closer to him. You sighed as you knew he was going to spew some big brother bullshit of teaching his little sister everything you know now.

“I’ve told every one of her boyfriends that they better treat her right or boom, they get the elbow,” he said as he popped out his elbow.

You and Spencer exchanged eye contact. He had started the rant of a big brother who had suspicions about the man standing in front of them. From the looks you gave each other, you two were wondering what he knew.

“Derek, is this speech necessary right now? We have a flight to catch and I’m sure Spencer’s ready to start his weekend,” you said.

“I’m just saying, if pretty boy wanted to become your lover boy, he has the cruel reality to face of you being off-limits,” he said.

You and Spencer once again looked at each other knowing all too well what the other felt, smelt, and tasted like. Derek then fist-bumped Spencer’s chest as he flashed him a grin. Spencer looked at him with fearful yet curious eyes, trying to understand what his whole speech was leading to.

“Don’t worry though, Reid. You’ll find your person one day. Just not my sister or any of my sisters. You’d have to get a jab in your rib if you end up with one of them,” he said.

“Ugh, Derek, I know you love Spencer and everything, but do you really have to keep him for yourself?” You joked.

“I do love my pretty boy, but I think he’d be better off with a pretty girl instead of me,” he said.

You looked at Derek with a questionable look. “Saying I’m not pretty enough for him?”

Spencer widened his eyes as he waited for Derek to reply. Derek looked at you, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes and took his arm off around you.

“Y/N, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m telling mom on you. Let’s go, we’re going to be late,” you said with just enough fake irritation in your voice to make him sweat.

Derek sighed as he held out his fist to Spencer. Spencer reached out and grabbed his fist in response. You smiled at how adorably dorky he could be and how you would miss that the entire weekend.

“See you next week, pretty boy,” he said.

“See you,” Spencer said.

As Derek turned around, you blew Spencer a quick kiss. He smiled as he mouthed ‘I’ll miss you’ to you. You whispered it back to him before you waved.

“See you around, Spencer,” you said.

“See you, Y/N,” he said.

You swiftly turned around to walk away with Derek. Once you two reached outside, you couldn’t help notice him holding back a mischievous smirk. He didn’t leave you waiting long to figure out why he was stifling it.

“I’m telling mom you have a boyfriend,” he teased.

“What boyfriend? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

“Mhm, sure. Just let pretty boy know my jab is serious,” he said.

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