#queue make me feel like a natural woman

[reiderwriter]

♡ Girls Just Wanna Have Fun ♡

Week 5 of my Playlist Series ♡

Summary: Spencer isn't used to clubs, but when duty calls, he's made to feel a little bit more welcome by a girl who seems to know him better than a stranger should.

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI!! Hotchner!Reader (Reader is Hotch's sister), semi-public sex (x2 oops), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, dry humping, hand job, cum play, dirty talk, degradation and name calling (slut only), use of daddy/sir even though this is like solidly season 1 Spencer lmao, corruption kink, loss of virginity (surprisingly the readers)

A/N: Every single intrusive thought I've ever had about s1 Reid tied up in a nice little bow masquerading as a song fic. It is finished, and now I feel flushed. Please expect only fluff from me until my next intrusive thought (maybe half an hour, probably no longer).

Masterlist || Spotify Playlist

Flashing lights and the scent of dried up alcohol stains weren't usually signs of Spencer Reid's presence. He'd managed to get through college - two degrees and three PhDs - without stepping foot into a nightclub. But now that he'd joined the BAU, it seemed to be an unavoidable occurrence. 

“The unsub hunts at this nightclub, I get that, I do. But why am I the one going in? He's targeting women,” he panicked as his older team member helped adjust his clothes to conceal the weapon he carried. 

“Because, pretty boy, it's student night, and you're the only one here who can pass for a 21 year old. I guess late puberty has some benefits.” Derek smacked his arm playfully, leaving the younger man wincing slightly. 

“But I'm not a woman.” 

“Yes, but you'll be able to walk around and note any suspicious behaviour, and then we can tail suspects you flag,” Hotch explained to him again. 

“Just act natural, kid, it's not like it's your first time in a club.” 

“It is.” His warnings fell on deaf ears though, as they pushed him out of the van and into the crowd of students queueing to enter. 

It didn't take you long to notice him after you arrived at the club.

The sweater vest was enough to make him stand apart slightly, as much as he was trying his best to blend in. A slight tingle of familiarity raced up your spine as his eyes awkwardly met yours, his scan of the room stopping short as he flushed and turned his eyes down. 

Pushing slightly to the crowd, you leaned over the counter next to him and tried to get the bartenders attention. It was loud and busy, but catching attention and keeping it was a skill you'd mastered early, a skill that you were thankful for as you realised the man's eyes were guiltily flicking between your ass and the crowd once again. 

“Are you going to stare, or are you going to introduce yourself,” you giggled, sliding closer to his perch at the bar, as he panicked, standing straighter. 

“I wasn't, um… your dress, there's a rip at the edge of your skirt, I was trying to figure out if it was part of the design because I know some clothes these days have damage built into the design, or if it was in need of some emergency… sewing.” His hands gesticulating awkwardly throughout his explanation, as if anxious to show you the jumble in his brain was entirely pure and innocent, even as the flush on his face said otherwise. 

“And your name is?” 

“I-.... Spencer. My name is Spencer.” 

You stood a little straighter hearing the name, that familiarity warming you more. Spencer. Spencer. Spencer. You turned the name over in your head but took another step closer as the crowd shifted in a wave, feeling the heat coming off his body. 

“Well, Spencer,” your tongue made the decision to act for your brain, the words coming out before you could stop them. “What conclusion did you draw? Do you think the rip was intentional or not?” 

Gently, you grabbed his hand and led it to the fabric. The skirt wasn't scandalously short, but short enough to suit the dark heated atmosphere of the club at least, but as his fingers grazed the back of your thighs, still hesitant in his actions, you found yourself wishing it were just that bit higher, so his hands would have to reach further up. 

With a gaze over your shoulder at the crowd, Spencer found himself at an impass. He'd already noted a few people of interest, loiterers, men getting a bit rough and aggressive in the club, people on the outskirts (like him, he supposed) that could possibly be their unsub. 

He'd been given the all clear to disengage and leave the club as effortlessly as he could  bit something in your initial gaze had pinned him to place at the bar, and refused still to let him see reason. 

“I think it's a design feature. To draw attention to…” he swallowed hard, but you weren't sure if he was just being delicate about his words or if he was reacting to the hand that was now on him, dragging nails up from his abdomen to his chest. 

“Good observation, Spencer.” 

“Your name. You didn't tell me what your name was.” He said, grabbing your hand to stop its progress and breathing deeply as if to clear his head. 

“Y/N. We should dance.” Without giving him time to react, you abandoned your drink on the counter and pulled his arm around your waist, dragging him out to the crush of people in the middle of the dance floor. 

His protests were lost in the pulse of the music, as you kept your back to him and began grinding and swaying against him. His hands tightened on your hips as he gently started moving with you, and you threw your head back to catch his eye again. 

Spencer didn't know what he'd gotten himself into. He knew that very little actually dancing actually went on at a club, that this was just a more polite socially acceptable form of foreplay, but he didn't know that it would have such an effect on him. 

A mess of sweaty, intoxicated people spilling drinks and other fluids, and he thought he'd stay there forever if it kept your hips torturing his cock like that. 

When you glanced up at him, he was a man lost to his senses, lust clouding his eyes, mouth slightly open in a pant, you reached up to his neck and pulled his lips down to meet yours. 

You were surprised when it was his to guess to reach out first, his hand that trailed under your shirt without tours guiding it. You'd picked up a fairly innocent man at the bar and turned him into a pervert in the space of one dance. It felt like the club was watching you, how his hands grazed the skin under your breasts and caused the shiver up your spine, how your back arched to press deeper against his election. 

You may have tempted him into taking this risk, but he was the one gleefully nosediving into his fall from grace. 

“Spencer,” you whispered as he came up for air, lips resting at your ear. “I think we should get some fresh air.” 

Something in that seemed logical. It was colder outside. Maybe it would cool off whatever had lit him up like a pyre on the dance floor. Maybe the fresh air would clear his head. Or maybe just the open space would help him detangle his hands from you, would lead his thoughts away from burying himself deep in you. 

He would gladly take you outside, bid you farewell, and return to his job and his life. It was a solid exit for his first cover - who was going to question the young lovers leaving together. 

You had a feeling that the idea of outside would have Spencer pulling away from you, but you hadn't had your fill of fun just yet. 

So just as you led him onto the dancefloor, you kept a hand over his, around your waist, and you guided him out of the club, down the street a few paces, and into a darkened alleyway. 

“Y/N, we shouldn't be-” he tried to stutter out as you pulled him in for another kiss. His brain was trying to protest, but his hands were already back on your ass, pulling you up and closer to him. 

“What was that?” You said between kisses, his mouth launching an assault against each inch of your skin. 

He gasped for breath and pulled back, realising that he'd lifted and pinned you to the cold brick wall of the alley in his haste to feel you pressed against him. 

“Y/N… I don't want to take advantage of you, I'm not-” 

“I'm taking advantage of you, Spencer,” you said, nipping at his neck slowly raking your hands into his shoulders. “Am I allowed to do that? Can I take all of you, Spencer?” 

His eyes rolled back in his head as he let put a groan of pleasure, your lips sucking at the tender flesh of his nape. 

“I-I'm not a student, and-” 

“I know, but you are such a pretty boy that I decided I wanted to have some fun with you.” 

His resolve broke in half as you uttered your compliments, and his lips met yours in a moan as his hands pushed your skirt up around your waist. 

His finger trailed between your hips and his, using the wall to balance you as he pushed aside your panties and began slowly stroking your sex. 

Your hips pitched forward to press more of his slender fingers against you,  desperate to feel him stretch your cunt open first with one, then two, then however many he decided was good enough for you. 

Leaving one hand on his shoulder, you let one trail down his pants, stepping one foot down to allow you access to his zipper. 

He pauses Again for a second as you manage to get his pants open, your hand pulling his cock free from the constraint of his clothing. Spitting on your hand, you wrap around it firmly and slowly pump up and down, looking him directly in the eye as you watch the pleasure pour over him. 

His forehead rests against yours as he melts into your touch, so desperate, needing to cum so badly that he's willing to let it happen in this dark dirty alley. 

“Spencer, I want to have a lot of fun with you. Will you let me?” 

“Yes, fuck Y/N.” He nods, his hips rocking into your hand with each slow stroke you give him. 

“Spencer,” you say, rocking your hips forward and pushing your panties further to the side once again. “Spencer, please fuck me. Take my virginity, Spencer, please.” 

His mind whirled at the sentence, the pleas dropping from your lips. Virginity. You were a virgin. 

You'd had him cock stiff after three minutes of conversation  had pulled him into an alleyway and lost him in a fog of pleasure, and you were still innocent. Untouched. 

You wanted to have your fun with him. You'd chosen him. 

He couldn't articulate the lust that coated his tongue, so he simply pushed it into your mouth  grabbed his cock from your hands, lined himself up with your drippy cunt and pushed in with a single thrust. 

You gasped and let out a moan, not quite fully pleasurable. Your hands again found his shouldend, his back, but your nails were sharper this time, digging in further, almost piercing skin. 

“Fuck, Spencer, yes,” you said, breathing shakily as you slowly started moving around his cock. 

“Did it hurt?” 

“It doesn't hurt anymore. Now, please Spencer, fuck me and don't hold back. It's more fun that way.” 

He pulled your hips closer, moaning as you tightened around him. Pressing one hand against the wall and keeping another hand gripped so hard around your hip you knew it'd bruise, he began moving. 

He began slow, trying not to lose himself in the feel of your unused, tight hole. But with each small moan, each scratch against his back, he lost a little bit more of that control he was begging for. 

With his hands engaged, his brows furrowed I'm frustration that he couldn't stroke your bundle of nerves, he couldn't force you to cum on his cock as quickly as he wanted to. 

“Y/N, look at me.” You opened your eyes at the words, unaware that they'd closed tight as you emptied all other senses to just feel him. 

“Touch yourself. Right there, that's it,” he watched your fingers rub delicately against your skin, spoke little words of encouragement, and told you to increase your speed and pleasure. 

“That's it. That's it, now it's time for you to cum, Y/N. Cum on my cock, rub your little clit for me and cum around my big cock, Y/N.” 

“Shit… shit, shit, shit, Spencer, oh my god.” Your hands shook, and your hips twitched, and with a cry, you reached that high you'd been craving since you met his eyes earlier. 

He pulled out of you, slowly pulling you off the wall, as he held you up, letting your legs regain their strength. His cock was still hard, still coated in your arousal as he took care of you. 

You caught your breath fast, regained tour strength quicker as you noticed he didn't plan on getting himself off anymore. He let you have your fun with him and was happy to end it all there. 

You weren't. 

“Spencer,” you sang again, wrapping a hand once again around his erection as he tried to straighten out your now slightly more ripped skirt. “Spencer, it's more fun of we both cum. I want you to make a mess of my hand, can you do that for me?” 

You stroked his cock with a firmer grip than before, your arousal lubricating each stroke, his pre-cum mingling with it to aid you further. You suddenly wondered what he would taste like, but knew your legs would be too weak to do everything your heart desired today. 

There was always tomorrow. 

He leaned his weight back on the wall behind you, forcing you back as well as you pumped him quickly so desperate to hear him moan your name as he spilt his seed. 

“Y/N,” he moaned, and you were triumphant. His hips jerked once, then twice, then a third time, and he stilled, heaving breaths as he buried his head in your shoulder. 

He swallowed and regained his breath, and as he pulled away, you pulled your fingers to your lips and lapped up the final drops of cum that he left there. 

Most of it had his the wall, dripped to the floor, but you enjoyed these few drops and smiled brightly at him, pulling a handkerchief that you knew would be in his pocket out and cleaning the two of you up. 

He flushed again as he came back to his senses, especially as you attempted to put his clothed to rights, stepping back to replace his softening cock in his pants.

“Well,” you said after setting yourself to rights, “Thank you for the fun night, Spencer. See you tomorrow.” 

You skipped off quickly before he had a second to even process your words. 

The next day at the local precinct was a blur for Spencer as he tried to drag himself from the drug induced haze of meeting you. He'd stroked himself to completion two more times in bed after he returned to his motel room, reliving the sound of you begging him to take you, the words ‘pretty boy’ on your lips as you spread your legs. 

It'd taken his entire brain, or what was left of it, to not jump out of his skin every time Morgan had teased him with the words that morning.

“Now how did you like your first club experience, pretty boy? Did any college cuties throw themselves at you?” 

He spat up his coffee, choosing that moment to choke, and begging god for this to just be the end of Spencer Reid entirely. 

Because there was no way Morgan would actually believe that that was exactly what had happened. 

“Morgan, Gideon wants you in the interrogation room, and- wow, Spencer, you should change your shirt. What are you, 5? You can't drink coffee properly?” Elle said, chuckling slightly.

“I choked,” he frowned, but it fell on deaf ears as his teammates walked away quickly to get back to their jobs. 

He wished he could recover so quickly, even now the image of you having your fun with him the night before playing like a movie in his head. 

Looking down, he realised Elle was right, and he really did need to change his shirt. Hotch always had a few spare on hand, even for cases out of the office. He grabbed some tissues, dabbing against the mess of coffee on his shirt, suddenly thankful for lukewarm police precinct coffee, and started making his way towards Hotch. 

“Hey, Hotch-” he made it three steps before your voice cried out. 

“Ronnie!!” You shouted, throwing your hands around your elder brother as he caught you in a hug. 

“Y/N, we're at a police station. If you're going to come see me, you have to at least call me Aaron.” 

“And not take the chance to embarrass you in front of your peers and coworkers? Not a chance, Ronnie. Not a chance.” He chuckled fondly, brushing away his complaints quickly as he turned to introduce you to JJ first, then Elle and then the frozen statue that had replaced Spencer. 

“And, Y/N, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. Spencer, this is my sister, Y/N. She's a student at the university.” 

You held out your hand with a triumphant grin as Spencer stared in wide-eyed horror at the apparition in front of him. 

“Hello, Spencer. It's very nice to finally meet you. My brother has told me a lot about you, and I'm very excited to pick your brains.” 

The air seemed to explode around Spencer as each breath became deliriously hot, filling his lungs with fire. It was moments before he realised that he wasn't actually breathing at all, and the air was actually quite normal. 

Your hand remained out, ready to greet him, and to the surprise of his coworkers, he took it in his for a short shake. 

“Y/N. Hotch's sister, Y/N. Nice to meet you, Y/N Hotchner, Hotch's sister.” 

He could practically hear the audible sound of Elle and JJ smacking a hand against their faces in horror at his stupidly obvious reaction to the woman in front of him. If he wasn't careful, he'd be spouting confessions of desire soon, and knowing that Aaron Hotchner carried two guns on his person even now did nothing to calm his thoughts. 

“Okay, well, Y/N, I'm busy with some interrogations now, but I can drive you back to your apartment in half an hour if you're okay to wait with JJ?” 

“Are you busy, Spencer?” You asked instead, keeping her eyes locked on the man who still weakly shook her hand, unaware of when the right time to stop would be. 

“I was serious when I said I wanted to pick your brain, my brother said you had a PhD in Engineering and I'm struggling through a class right now that I need some guidance in if you can spare five minutes?” 

Spencer stared between Hotch and you, looking for the right answer to please present itself before he imploded right there. 

“Yes. PhD, I have a PhD. Three actually, but whose counting? Me. I just counted them. One of them is in mathematics, actually, so I guess I'm always counting.” He finally dropped your hand, and you gave him a wider smile that dropped his heart to his stomach. “I am free, unless you needed me for something else, Hotch?” 

His gaze was pleading, though he wasn't sure if he was begging for his life, five more minutes alone with you or the power to extricate himself from this situation entirely, but Hotch nodded his acceptance quickly and let you lead Spencer off to the small, empty visitors room at the opposite side of the precinct. 

You shut the door behind you when you walked in, leaning over to close the blinds as well before you turned back to Spencer. 

“Your shirt is wet. You should probably take it off,” you giggled as you trailed a hand up his arm once again. 

His hand grabbed yours before you could do any more damage to his tender nerves than you'd already managed that morning. 

“You knew the entire time? Who I was?” 

“I walked over because you seemed familiar, but I only figured it out when you said your name. My brother does talk about you a lot.”

“Hotch is going to kill me,” he said, slumping down into the chair behind him. “Y/N, your brother was outside the club. He could've seen us leave.” 

You climbed into his lap, and his eyes finally met yours again, his tongue stopping its hopeless tirade as you relaxed into his chest. 

“I have two older brothers, Spencer. Do you know how often they've been able to tell me what to do?” Your hands started down his shirt, making quick work of the buttons as he stared up, enthralled. 

“Not once have they been able to stop me from doing something I wanted.” 

He scoffed quickly, unable to help himself. Your hands gripped either side of his face and lifted his head to meet your gaze again. 

“And right now, Spencer, I really want you.” A roll of your hips was enough to have him hissing and grabbing your hips. You started steadily rocking into him, eyes still locked with his. 

“Y/N, please let's be sensible.” 

“I don't want to be sensible, I want to have fun. I want to suck your dick right here, and let you cum in my mouth. I want to scream your name and let everyone know who is giving me pleasure. Can't I do that, Spencer?” 

“No,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as you dry humped him, trying to get yourself off on his lap, his.cock rising with each of your quiet moans. 

“Spencer, please. I want your big, hard cock back inside me. Please, please, please. I'll be a good girl, I promise.” 

His eyes shot open in incredulity as he watched you use his body as you saw fit. 

“Good girls don't lose their virginities in alleyways, Y/N. Good girls don't throw themselves at their brothers' coworkers. Good girls listen when they're told no, and don't try to suck cock in public, like little sluts.” He spat each word at you, bit you enjoyed each insult he hurled your way, enjoyed the way his body recoiled as he finally called you a slut. 

He seemed slightly shocked by his anger himself, but you didn't seem to care. It took you only seconds after to push your lips against his again and have your hands on his cock once again, pulling him out of his pants as his hands explored you just as eagerly. 

“Yeah, Spencer, your little slut. I'm such a little slut for you, please fuck me.” 

He buried a hand in your hair, tipping your head back so his tongue could probe deeper, his other hand already under your shirt and teasing one nipple. You lifted your hips and sunk down onto his cock, neither of you stopping to think again about your actions as you began to rode him. 

“30 minutes, Y/N, by now we have 24 minutes and 17 seconds. Can you manage that, Y/N?” 

“Yes, sir.” You said, feeling his dick twitch as you rode him. “Oh did you like that? You liked me calling you, sir?” His hips pressed up again, his body answering more honestly than his tongue. 

“What else can I call you? Spencer… sir….daddy?” 

He broke away from his place buried in your neck to push the two of you down to the floor, the new angle had you gasping as a hand covered your mouth stifling any screams you could make before you made them. 

“Be quiet and cum on my cock, Y/N,” he whispered and picked up his pace, one hand gagging you while the other pulled painfully at your nipple, pinching it between two hands and using it to lift your entire chest so your body was arched toward him, letting him go deeper. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you whispered again, against his fingers, tempted to wrap your lips around one and suck it into your mouth. 

“Fuck, just call me Spencer, Y/N.” 

But you couldn't respond, suddenly overcome with the numbness of you orgasm washing over you as you bit back a choked cry. 

“That's it, good job, Y/N. You listen so well, good job.” He rubbed soothing circles into your chest as his hips slowed, working you through your orgasm as he withdrew once again. 

This time though, he didn't try to pull away and leave himself hard, but sat himself up, and lifted you once again too, putting slight pressure at the back of your head until you were on your knees and letting your head fall down, down, down as your lips wrapped around his wet cock. 

You took him in your mouth, and tasted the bitter, salty flavor of your illicit activities, lapping every last bit of your joint pleasure up as he pushed your hair up and down his cock. 

It didn't take long for his hips to press up into your mouth slightly harder than before, his hands holding you steady as he came down your throat. He held your head there for a minute two, as you tried your best to breathe and stay there, taking as much of his cum down your throat as you could. He pulled your head off him and you swallowed the rest, smiling brightly at him as you did so. 

“Thank you for the fun, Spencer,” You said again, grabbing your phone and checking the time. 

Standing up, you pulled your clothes back in place, pulling your skirt down and your panties up, smoothing out the tangles in your hair. 

“Let me go get you that spare shirt, Doctor Reid,” you said, opening the door. “I'm very grateful for your help with my class load, sir.” 

His head fell back into his hands as you closed the door, leaving him to wonder just what the hell he'd got himself in for. 

[simpforboys]

may i request a lo’ak x reader where she’s the golden girl in the omatikayan clan? like there’s talk of her beauty and talent in the hunt? i would love lo’ak just pining for reader and being so in love with her, i can imagine her just being so kind and caring to lo’ak who only heard of insults and complaints before but now that reader is there, he feels so seen and loved and its just FLUFFY LO’AK FIC ACK

STOP BC I LITERALLY LOVE THIS

she looks just like a dream

lo’ak sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: lo’ak finds comfort in you, the shining star.

warnings: mentions of jake being stern with lo’ak (our poor baby >:( ), minor name calling, you love lo’ak a lot, fluff fluff fluff

peyral is the woman who neytiri said was the best hunter in the first movie btw just for those who don’t know!!

the sun just seemed to shine on you, following you around anywhere you went.

you brightened anyone’s day up just by being near them, your elegance and kindness allowing them to instantly cheer up.

the omatikayas began to refer to you as, “y/n the shining star.”

daughter of peyral, being a naturally born hunter was bound to happen.

you were trained from a young age and eventually perfected the art of hunting. you knew how to hunt, loved to dance with your people during festivities, and sang wonderfully with the elders.

you were practically perfect in everyone’s eyes.

especially lo’ak’s.

the poor boy had been so helplessly drawn to you, being trapped in whatever trance you seemed to put him in.

he would have never expected you to fall for him.

you smiled widely as you called out a war cry, your people yelping behind you as your ikrans soared through the sky.

jake sully, the olo’eyktan, had been fond of your skills and wanted to you guide a group through the sky people attacks.

your ikran landed on the high camp as others followed. you jumped off the girl, petting her head as you unattached your queue.

“sìltsan (well done).” you praised.

the village came over to congratulate you on the successful attack, smiling brightly as your eyes wandered for lo’ak.

lo’ak was already looking at you, his ears down as his father began to scold him. but he wasn’t listening, because you just seemed so golden.

you looked just like a dream, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

neteyam nudged him with his shoulder, causing lo’ak to break out of his daze.

when you finally caught him, he was getting scolded by his father.

“irayo (thank you).” you nodded to your people, but all you wanted to do was rest with your mate.

you scurried out of the crowd, going over to where lo’ak stood with his head hung low.

“jake,” you bowed your head at the olo’eyktan.

“y/n.” he bowed his head back, a sign of respect.

“with your permission, may i help your son heal?” you grabbed lo’ak’s arm and held it gently, your three fingers running up and down his skin gently.

jake sighed, still disappointed in his son. but neytiri gave him a look, and jake nodded at you.

you pulled lo’ak away, a smile on his face now that he finally got to see you.

“what had happened?” you asked. the both of you began to walk into your secret area, a place within the forest.

“i wanted to help carry out the weapons with everyone else. of course, the sky people had come from above which caused neteyam to almost get blown up.” lo’ak frowned at his words.

you looked at the boy, cupping his face to make him stare at you.

“what did your father say?”

“called me a disappointment, yet again. how i put everyone in danger.”

“it is not your fault.” you comforted the boy.

he pulled you into his body, holding you tightly as his chest rose and fell against your own.

“i am proud of you, lo’ak.” you whispered in his ear, scratching his braided scalp as he purred against you.

“i don’t deserve you.” he said softly.

“you are insulting me by thinking that. you deserve me just as much as i deserve you.”

“i just don’t know why you would pick a skxawng (idiot) like me out of all the boys in the clan. i just mess everything up.”

the boy now pulled away from you, looking down at his feet as you looked at him with doe eyes. his tail hung down by his legs, a sign of sadness.

“ma lo’ak,” you grabbed his chin softly and guided him back to your face.

“oel ngati kameie (i see you). i have always seen you,” you placed your hand on his, holding it up so he could see as you interlocked it. his four fingers fit perfectly between your three.

“i did not know how much you could adore someone until i met you. you make me completely, and i hope i make you feel completed.”

lo’ak’s ears shifted up as he stared at you, eyes sparkling under the eclipse.

his heart was pounding in his chest, butterflies in his stomach with a blush to his blue cheeks.

he loved you so much.

“i love you, y/n.” he blurted out.

it was the first time you had said the special words.

you grinned widely, tail up in excitement.

“i love you, ma lo’ak.”

you grabbed the boy and pulled him into a kiss, his smile making your heart flutter as he pulled you closer to him.

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tags: @mayhemories

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[namjooning-to-the-moon]

BTS Headcanon - Buying you period products

Author's note: I don't know why this is in my head so much, maybe nature be trying to tell me something...

Warnings: Slightly suggestive.

How I think the members would go about getting you period products:

Jin

Head empty, thoughts have left the chat.

Does not know what the fuck he is doing but he loves you so will try his best.

Will get overwhelmed by the numerous choices.

Feels like he’s being judged in the aisle, not because he’s a guy but because he feels people can sense he’s a dumbass with zero clue.

Will thank every celestial deity that he was born a male so he doesn’t have to deal with this himself.

“Why do pads need wings? Where are they going?”

“Why are tampons so small? I know she can fit more than that up there…”

Deadass thinks tampon size is about how much dick you can take. 

Wishes he had paid more attention to what products you used because he’s so lost.

Will try better to learn about period products because he just wants to take care of you, and not knowing what he’s supposed to do makes him feel like he’s failing and that’s not the worldwide handsome™️ brand.

Accepts defeat and calls you to ask what you need.

You have to guide him through it all.

You will probably have to do this more than once ngl.

Yoongi

Cool with it, doesn’t give a fuck.

If people want to judge him for buying them then that’s honestly their problem.

Knows what products you use because he’s seen them in the bathroom cabinet.

If you use pads and tampons, will buy both just to make sure.

If they don’t have your brand he will text you to ask what you would want instead.

Will not risk fucking up, no way.

He sees how much you go through and just wants you to be comfortable so wants to get it right.

You also low-key scare him with your mood swings so he doesn’t want to encourage them.

He just doesn’t want the hassle fucking up will cause.

He understands your moods are just hormones and pain though.

Will also buy you pain relief at the store because he doesn’t want you to be in any pain.

Seeing you in pain makes his heart hurt.

Wishes he could go through this instead so you don’t have to.

Texts you to ask if you want anything else. If you say no, he will still buy you your favourite chocolate anyway.

He ain't falling for that one chief.

Gets your favourite takeout on the way home.

He’s just such a soft boy for you.

Hoseok

Has a sister, has learned all about the different products.

Doesn’t hesitate when you ask.

Also on team knows what products you use.

Will also buy you both if you use both because he knows not all periods are the same.

If the store doesn’t have your brand, has enough knowledge to easily find the closest replacement.

Also on team gives no fucks if people look at him.

Also buys you chocolate and anything else that he knows you like. 

Low-key has learnt your cravings so just buys anything he knows you get cravings for.

Is fast about it, doesn’t want you to wait any longer than necessary.

Hates that you have to go through this but likes that you trust him enough to take care of you.

Buys you the biggest bunch of your favourite flowers on the way home.

Puts them in the bedroom, so you while your curled up in pain you can look at them and be reminded that he loves you.

Namjoon

You don’t need to ask.

Why? Because he’s probably already bought them before you need to ask.

Also on team has a sister so has seen it all.

He’s very observant so has learned your queues for when that time of the month is coming. 

He’s got it all, products, chocolate, pain relief. The hot water bottle is on standby.

Man is prepared.

He even understands different kinds of flow.

He has 148 IQ for a reason.

Men, please learn from Namjoon.

On the off chance you don’t have any products though...

Would not bat an eyelid, will do it, no questions asked.

The leader of team gives no fucks if people look at him.

It's nature and he is providing for his woman during her time of the month.

Will do anything to make this time of the month as easy as possible for you.

Doesn’t give a fuck if its raining, will ride his bike to the store and get you what you need.

Even if it’s 3am, he will do it, ok.

Jimin

Nervous af.

He doesn’t want to fuck up.

Asks you to write down what you want so he definitely gets it right.

Feels extremely flustered in the store because he feels people looking at him. 

Will have a low-key panic attack if they don’t have your brand.

Will just get something he thinks is the closest and roll with it because he’s desperate to leave.

Even though he’s not exactly having the time of his life, will do it a hundred times over because you are his ✨princess✨

If he had to get another brand which isn’t your usual, he would buy you so much chocolate to make up for it. 

Hopes the chocolate will be enough to cover him if he has fucked up.

Lives for the praise you give him when he comes home.

Makes a note of your products for next time because he will forget. 

Not because he doesn’t care but just because it's new to him and he’s still learning. 

Just wants to be the perfect boyfriend.

Taehyung

Will swim in lava if you asked him to, so this is honestly no big deal to him.

Know’s literally nothing though.

He knows what tampons are so I hope you use them.

Is confident till he gets to the store.

Quickly learns that buying tampons is not just buying tampons.

Stands there with that wide eyed vacant expression for at least five minutes.

“What does flow mean?... and why is it super?”

Just decides on whichever one has the nicest box tbh.

Who says a period can’t be ✨aesthetic✨

If it’s wrong he will deal with the consequences like a man.

And by that I mean, taking his ass back to the store to buy the right thing.

Will remember what you use for future use.

He doesn’t want to do two trips every time.

And also wants you to be able to count on him during your time of the month.

He just loves you so much, ok.

Jungkook

Jungshook™️

Will do it though because he loves you and seeing you in pain and unable to go the store yourself makes his heart hurt to the point he may actually cry.

Also on team knows literally nothing except that tampons exist.

Feels embarrassed in the store but soon gets over it when he remembers he’s doing it for you.

He’s a soft boy ok.

Tries to use his brain to work out what you need.

Needless to say, this is not a golden maknae moment.

Deadass texts you “Jagi, what pussy size do you use?”

It will take you at least five minutes to recover from laughing before you can even text him back.

You have to tell him that’s not how it works.

Wants the ground to swallow him.

Knows he will never live it down.

Buys you so much chocolate in the hope you forget and also because he knows you crave it.

Gets takeout, anything you want, even if it’s not on the way home.

Will beg you not to tell the hyungs about the pussy size incident.

[laufire]

although I've enjoyed stories that went down that route before, I can't see jason & talia's relationship in the comic as surrogate mother and son. I don't think the reading came completely out of the blue (I still have this edit of the pietà cover in lost days #2 as my background pic lol. that's some culturally ingrained imagery! although given the issue it precedes, I wonder if it was more of a hint to antichrist!jason lmfao), and can see how lost days #1 would inspire it (although the same events in batman annual #25 end with talia kissing jason after the pit... and I read that first because lost days wasn't out yet when I was catching up in my jason reading, way back when. lost days erases this moment and I do prefer it that version though. that moment, at that time, made no sense).

but after that first issue that's not what I see in the run. jason's certainly not in the market for a parental figure, and he wouldn't have responded well to talia, had she approached him as one (and at this point, talia was very much about finding the right approach to manage jason... because jason had attempted to kill bruce -the comic attributes this to temporary psychopathy but winnick and I differ on this one-. and this didn't happen only because jason decided not to go through his plan at the last moment. ymmv at to why). this reading comes from a mix of things in fanon, but one of them is literally "well she's bruce's love interest and he's bruce's kid sooooo", and I just don't vibe with that, basically.

reading talia's first appearances and realising she's meant to be close to dick's age also compounded my own interpretation of talia's dynamics, sometimes for the worse sometimes for the better, but it's a canon detail that just feels so fitting for the talia comics I've read that now I'd struggle to see her differently, when beforehand I really hadn't thought about her age. this way, they're not exactly peers (dick seems around 4-6 years older than jason in new earth, ymmv), and I usually land on talia being a couple years older than dick. but this colours how I interpret their dynamic, too. how I think they'd see it, in particular.

since I'm talking about the nature of their relationship I do have to mention That Scene. very contentious and I do get why (I do not care for any m/f/m triangle dc has ever tried to pull with the bats, especially bruce vs. dick-slash-jason). but fandom either sees this as "talia, a much older woman, statutory raped jason, a teenager" (jason in the last issue of lost days and in utrh looks very much in his twenties), OR "I've decided talia is jason's mother figure, and I'm -with good reason!- tired of how often she's villianised, so I just Don't See It" [insert mariah carey's i can't read suddenly.gif], as thought there's no other possible interpretation.

and the way I see it is. it's not a Good Thing to happen, nor is it written with that intention! the characters are NOT in a good place and they're NOT making wise, healthy choices lol. and it's something that sidetracks what could've become a really interesting, closer friendship & alliance (I want them to be friends and allies sooooo badly lol. I think they'd work so well!! there's reblogs in my queue about it!!). but I don't see it as something to completely handwave if I'm writing new earth canon; just something to tackle head on, if I ever write about them after this period beyond having it as a secondary dynamic (which I plan to do, but that's another story).

ironically, these ramblings came to me because I'm developing their dynamic in a WIP for a different canon (the young justice cartoon. for reference, the ages there are: Talia, 1984; Jason, 1999; Damian, 2018), and rn if you asked me if they have a surrogate mother-son relationship in it my answer would be a solid... maaaaaaaybe? LOL. if they end up like that, it'll be with MASSIVE ammounts of spousification, though. which is how I see any parental relationship involving jason going, outside of 80s!bruce & jason, to be honest.

[honey-decadence]

Who Would've Known?_____________________________________

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so this plot literally came to me in a dream last night although this really doesn't take place in any specific AU, it can be canon compliant if you squint, like some OP movie if you will Plot: they’re all essentially at a theme park and reader is a clueless goof who tries to play match maker and fails GN Reader x Robin CW: none, SFW, mentions of Luffy and the Strawhat fleet Word Count: 1,157

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The cool night air hit your sweaty face, and you embraced it; after a long day of walking, indulging in overpriced food, and hanging out with your closest friends, the breeze was much needed and appreciated. On top of everything you've done so far, there was just one more obstacle that stood in your way, one wrench that was thrown into your plans that really offset everything.

Robin, Jinbei, and you had been separated from the rest of the crew at some point, for about a few hours now. Normally, this wouldn't bother you if only it weren't for the fact that you were playing matchmaker; you probably wouldn't have been scrambling, scheming of ways to quickly rejoin the main group.

Earlier in the day, as the fleet met up at the park's entrance, Robin had mentioned finding someone in the extended group attractive. Luffy had invited others outside the usual circle of friends, so naturally, the big group started to disperse into smaller ones as the hours flew by. However, you did your best to try to have Robin and the person she found attractive ride as many attractions as they could together, all while not trying to make it obvious what you were doing.

What most likely happened was that Luffy and the few other adrenaline junkies in the group got impatient and ran off towards their next rush, leaving the group that was still on the ride behind and thus separating everyone, including the person who you tried to wingman for. The rest of the day was spent attempting to search for the group, but to no avail.

So now it was just you three waiting for the queue to move on, to hop onto one of the last few rides for the night before meeting up with the rest at the designated time and place. You sort of accepted that, at this point in time, there was probably no chance of you all regrouping before the end of the night and instead, chose to enjoy the rest of the night with Robin and Jinbei.

"What's wrong Y/N? You look pensive." Jinbei's voice grounded you back to the present moment, meeting both his and Robin's concerned eyes. You flashed a small smile.

"Oh I'm fine, I was just thinking about something."

"Like what?" the fishman responded.

"Ah… Nothing important." You immediately changed the subject, putting Robin in the spotlight to bring her into the conversation.

"So Robin!" your voice chirped. The woman almost had a twinkle in her eye as you got her attention. Was she waiting for a chance to jump in? "You scared of this roller coaster?"

The line began to progress slowly but steadily. She took this time to gather her thoughts as it seemed like she wanted to say something more, and as the line stopped once more, she spoke.

"No, I have you here. And Jinbei too." She quickly added. You and Jinbei exchanged quick glances at each other before he broke the silence.

"I thought you'd want to be with that one person? I forgot their name…" His face inquisitive as he thought out loud. He had only meant to bring up the topic as a way to tease Robin and nothing more. But of course, Robin being Robin, took the question literally.

"Ah. You mean them? I mean, they're good-looking, but I have no feelings for them." She inhaled and exhaled sharply before stating her next phrase. "Besides… there's someone else I'm interested in."

Jinbei, taking the initiative, dared to ask the next question that was on both of your guys minds.

"And who would that be?"

Robin then looked over at you, smiling in way that was hard to describe, her grin being a combination of genuine and mischievous, a mix of playfulness and honesty. She wet her lips as she uttered:

"It's exactly who you think it is".

That's when it suddenly dawned on you that the person she was referring to was you. In retrospect, you realized that today, she was always closest to you among the 20 or so people in the group. Robin was always the one to be seated next to you if she wasn't sitting with the person you assumed she was interested in, always grabbing your arm or holding onto your shoulder during the more intense rides. Robin was the one who complimented you whenever you picked out a silly hat in the gift shop. She was the one who bought you dinner, for god's sake. 

Your heart began to beat harder at this revelation. How did you miss all of that?

And yet despite all this, despite having a soft spot for Robin, you decided to try to pair her off with someone else anyways, maybe as a way to cope with what she had mentioned earlier in the day, you thought to yourself. Perhaps you wanted control over that alleged heart break?

Jinbei started roaring with laughter when he saw your face. The whole ordeal unraveled itself before his eyes, finding your flustered self and Robin's boldness to be very amusing.

At last, the three of you were next to board the rollercoaster, waiting anxiously for those before you to get out of their seats. Robin looked back at you and nonchalantly motioned for you to come sit next to her, as if you hadn't just listened to Robin admit having feelings for you, albeit in a very roundabout manner. You felt like the anxiety from the roller coaster meant so little to you now, knowing how she felt towards you. The excitement from that confession overrode the queasy feeling in your stomach. You felt the security bar click into place.

"Have a good time everyone!" the conductor's voice rang into the microphone. The ride then started to advance forward, making a small turn before its ascent up the tracks. You knew a big drop was coming.

"Y/N!" Robin shouted. You turned to face her, but now you couldn't help but feel shy all of a sudden, letting out a tiny sound as she suddenly linked her arm with yours. Had it not been for the veil of the night, she would have seen how embarrassed (and cute) you looked. Knowing Robin, she was probably grinning from ear to ear.

To calm yourself down, you basked in your surroundings, taking in the night and the theme park’s lights before you. Taking in deep breaths of the chilly summer air and letting that still your nerves. It was such a small, fleeting moment but your mind had Robin’s words on loop, replaying over and over again.

You heard the people in front of you start a countdown as the cart reached its peak, waiting for that drop to come. When they reached 1, you felt the weight of the carts shift, accelerating within seconds, feeling your stomach flip as Robin squeezed her arm around yours even more tightly.

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i had this song by Kali Uchis on repeat during the making of this

i still have no clue why reader in my dream was trying to pair off their crush with another person while also still having feelings for them kdskdks i know, it was very ENTP of me to try to add some type of reasoning to it in the fic and the worst part is, Robin's dream equivalent's line was so s m o o t h , that i forgot what exactly she had said when i woke up 💀 i did my best to recreate that line the only actual One Piece person who did appear was at the end of my dream was Doflamingo and he literally bought the park, kicked everyone out, and brought the Don Quixote family to have the whole place to themselves LMAO

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hey I saw you were doing matchups and I've never done one so I was curious :) plus you seem nice

This is mainly for bg3 but I'm super into Hazbin as well if you feel like doing both 🫶

Gender- woman

Pronouns- she/her

Sexuality- pansexual

Appearance

Basically the best I could get without just putting a picture of myself. Keep my hair short, I love dyeing it, I've had it tons of colors but pink is my favorite. (having it up in two buns is my favorite style) I'm 5'2, curvy, my eyes are kinda downturned and brown. I have a freckle (mole? Kinda? Beauty mark?) above my lips on the left.

Mbti- INTJ

Personality- So I'm autistic, have trouble with certain social queues and expressing emotions. It actually caused a lot of problems growing up but I've gotten better about it now. I'm still really blunt at times and have been told my resting face looks really sad/upset 😅. I'm an optimistic realist, and generally difficult to upset. I cry when I get mad because I never learned to express being angry in a healthy way. I try to be sweet with people I'm familiar with, like making jokes and complimenting people, but I can be pretty mean/cold to people I don't like. I'm a writer, and an auditory learner, so I've always been told I'm an amazing listener. Which I do love listening to people, but I hate interrupting so I usually go entire conversations without saying much even if I have something to say- because I won't interject and by the time I get a word in the subject has changed. I'm a fast learner academically and like to think I'm open minded. Arguments annoy me, but I'm not above admitting I'm wrong. I am very passionate about the things I like, as well as morality based subjects. I also go somewhat nonverbal when I get overstimulated which happens mostly when I'm around a lot of people.

Likes:

-Storms are my favorite weather

-Rabbits are my favorite animals, I grew up with a bunch of them they're super misunderstood from what I know and make amazing pets

-Word association games for some reason? Also puzzles. They're just fun

Dislikes:

-Meat. I have trouble eating certain foods and most meat is in that. I'm not vegetarian but anything with bones or skin or chewy bits I just can't do 🥲

-Yelling. It just makes me upset even if it's not directed at me.

-When people don't think animals have feelings or make jokes about killing pets cause they think it's funny :(

Fun fact: I have photic sneeze reflex which means when my pupils dilate really fast due to a light change (usually going from inside to outside) it makes me sneeze!

Race: I'm a human obviously but I think I'd be a half elf (maybe a drow half elf even, just cause I don't prefer sunshine) in faerun just cause my ears are kinda pointy. I have connected earlobes so it makes them look somewhat more elfy.

Class: Probably an abjuration or conjuration wizard. Sorcerer would be cool but they're charisma based and I'm not very charismatic

Alignment: Lawful good? Or maybe just chaotic good I'm not sure, cause the law isn't always right funnily enough

Thanks, even if you don't get to this. I started posting on Tumblr recently and I know how difficult it is to get to a bunch of asks so no worries if you can't get to it.

You are so sweet, I am sorry it took so long to get to your request, but it is finally time to get your match out!

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

BG3

Halsin

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Halsin is one with nature, so he enjoys all animals and people no matter what.

He finds your reserved nature interesting. As you are the leader of your misfits, your timidity doesn't quite match your fearless leadership of lives.

He realizes how sweet you are once he joins you in the hunt for the ones behind the illithids.

He struggled to determine if you were sad or if your face was just reading sad.

Halsin is just as awkward himself. Though he has lived for hundreds of years, it is hard to keep up with all the changes that come with that.

When he started developing feelings for you, he was very timid about expressing them. Though love is natural and part of nature, he didn't want to frighten you.

When he found you crying one day because a villager upset you, he was as wild as a bear at that moment.

He stayed back to comfort you but gave a piece of his mind to spare you the argument when you were elsewhere.

Halsin tries hard to help keep the peace among the others, especially after seeing you get overwhelmed by a fight that broke out between La'zel and Shadowheart.

When he confesses to you, he rambles. Because you don't say anything, he thinks you now hate him, so he rambles more. Once he lets you get a say-in and you confess back, he's the happiest ever.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had been tending to the animals near the camp. Though you were soon to leave this area and venture further through Faerun, you wanted to make sure the little friends you made would be okay. You heard giant footsteps approaching behind you as you doled out nuts, berries, and some dried meats for the creatures. Turning gently so as not to frighten away the creatures, you find Halsin also helping tend to the animals.

His love and care for the world around him was so sweet to you. He was a fantastic man who flawlessly met your and the group's needs. Sometimes, you wondered about letting him lead as the new group's leader. Halsin had already turned that notion down since you were more than capable in his eyes.

Once the creatures were tended, Halsin walked up to you. He gently placed some fallen hair back in its intended spot before gently cupping your face. He was always so warm and protective, which helped put you at ease through this whole ordeal with the mind flayers. Nuzzling into his hand and smiling up at him, Halsin gently placed a kiss on your forehead. You two embraced this soft moment before the next battle took place.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You had just finished a battle; only Gale came out scathed because he didn't listen to a call out from you or Shadowheart.)

Halsin: My Gale, how did you get so beat up?

Shadowheart: Maybe because he's a lunatic who doesn't listen to instructions.

Gale: Hold on, I don't know how this is my fault when you could have simply healed me on the field.

Shadowheart: Why would I heal you when you blatantly didn't listen?

Halsin: Everyone, you don't need to worry about fighting. It's okay. I will tend to the wounds.

Y/N: I also called out to him to move from the spot where he got shot.

Halsin: Never mind, Gale, figure it out on your own.

HAZBIN HOTEL

Charlie Morningstar

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Charlie is the embodiment of chaotic goodness. She just wants to help everyone and make the world a better place.

She loves animals, people, and really everything. If she could express her happiness and love any better, she would.

She was taken aback by how reserved you were when you came to the hotel. Usually, people in hell were brazen.

As she got to know you, she enjoyed the wisdom you offered.

She did everything to put a smile on your face, mostly because she enjoyed your happiness and because she couldn't tell when you were sad or just thinking.

She goes full momma demon mode when someone upsets you, with no hesitation the claws are barred.

She tries really hard to be a listener for you instead of you listening to her. Though Charlie tends to ramble, especially about her ideas, she always wants to hear your input.

When there is violence or issues in the hotel, she makes sure you are first safe and far away. Once things have calmed down, she will come and get you.

She didn't really confess to you. One day, you two were friends, and the next, she was talking to you about being in a relationship.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

Charlie had been diligently working at her desk on her next big plan to rehabilitate sinners. While she was working away, you had taken refuge on her bed, writing in your journal. You enjoyed the monotony of your growing relationship, where even if you two weren't actively doing the same thing, you still chose each other. As you got to the climax of your story, a frustrated groan was heard next to you.

Turning your attention to the princess, you noticed she had scrapped another idea of hers. Sitting up, you slowly made your way over to her to see what seemed to be causing the hiccup in her mental process. Charlie was full of amazing ideas; just some were far harder to attain than others, and you both knew that. So sometimes, just offering your own insights helped her reimagine an idea she was having.

Taking your spot next to her, you noticed that instead of working on sinners like you thought, she was working on your next birthday. You laughed gently at her, causing her to snap to her senses and look over at you. Knowing she had been caught, she gave up and let you look at what she had been working on. You smiled and gently took Charleis's hand in yours, "You know I would be happy with just spending the day lounging around with you, right?" This was enough to spread a giant smile across the princess of Hell's face.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(The new hotel had been built, and Charlie was eager to welcome new sinners. However, no one showed up the first day, making her sad.)

Y/N: Charlie, it's okay. I am sure there will be some tomorrow or the next day.

Charlie: But how will we beat heaven if no one gets rehabilitated.

Y/N: We can't force people to stay; we need them to come on their own.

Charlie: but I made cupcakes.

Y/N: How about I eat one with you?

Charlie: ( sniffles ) Okay.

[mariana-oconnor]

Charles Augustus Milverton pt 2

We return to The Worst.

“You would not call me a marrying man, Watson?” “No, indeed!” “You’ll be interested to hear that I am engaged.” “My dear fellow! I congrat—” “To Milverton’s housemaid.”

Holmes.

Holmes... did you...

Did you fucking seduce some poor woman just to get information?

“But the girl, Holmes?”

Thank you, Watson!

“You can’t help it, my dear Watson. You must play your cards as best you can when such a stake is on the table. However, I rejoice to say that I have a hated rival who will certainly cut me out the instant that my back is turned."

There's that, I supposed. But I am disappoint.

I did not remember this part of the story.

I seemed to see every possible result of such an action—the detection, the capture, the honoured career ending in irreparable failure and disgrace, my friend himself lying at the mercy of the odious Milverton.

You're acting like this is the first burglary he's committed, Watson. This isn't even the hundredth burglary he's committed.

Though I do appreciate this glimpse into Watson's anxiety.

“Yes,” I said; “it is morally justifiable so long as our object is to take no articles save those which are used for an illegal purpose.”

Watson ponders the nature of ethics and morality and contemplates the justness of the justice system.

A case of two wrongs making a right?

"Between ourselves, Watson, it’s a sporting duel between this fellow Milverton and me. He had, as you saw, the best of the first exchanges; but my self-respect and my reputation are concerned to fight it to a finish.”

Holmes: I can take him. Let me at him. I can take him!

Watson: Only if I come, too!

Holmes: NO! You might get arrested.

Watson: I feel like there are some double standards here.

"You know, Watson, I don’t mind confessing to you that I have always had an idea that I would have made a highly efficient criminal."

We know, Holmes. You talk about it all the time. One of your favourite things to say is 'if I were a criminal, I would be very good at it.' In the last story you told a police officer all about how you sort of wanted to be a burglar... and in fact are a burglar because you keep burgling places.

This is not a secret! It is the opposite of a secret! You would tell someone that you kind of want to be a criminal if you just happened to be standing behind them in a queue!

I'm surprised you don't introduce yourself as 'Sherlock Holmes, private detective, which is a good thing because I've always been convinced I would make an excellent criminal.'

Literally no one is surprised that you have a state-of-the-art burglary kit lying around.

And no one is surprised that Watson will make the masks.

"On the other hand, like all these stout, little men who do themselves well, he is a plethoric sleeper. Agatha—that’s my FIANCEE—says it is a joke in the servants’ hall that it’s impossible to wake the master."

I see no reason for this capitalisation other than Holmes shouting the word like he wants the world to know.

This is so weird.

The place was locked, but Holmes removed a circle of glass and turned the key from the inside.

He's not even picking the lock, he's literally cutting holes in the windows.

He seized my hand in the darkness and led me swiftly past banks of shrubs which brushed against our faces. Holmes had remarkable powers, carefully cultivated, of seeing in the dark. Still holding my hand in one of his he opened a door, and I was vaguely conscious that we had entered a large room in which a cigar had been smoked not long before.

Hand-holding and B&E, the perfect date!

We were in Milverton’s study, and a PORTIERE at the farther side showed the entrance to his bedroom.

Ooooh, it was capitalised because fiance is a french word... okay then. Sure. We'll go with that.

My first feeling of fear had passed away, and I thrilled now with a keener zest than I had ever enjoyed when we were the defenders of the law instead of its defiers. The high object of our mission, the consciousness that it was unselfish and chivalrous, the villainous character of our opponent, all added to the sporting interest of the adventure. Far from feeling guilty, I rejoiced and exulted in our dangers.

Watson:

With a glow of admiration I watched Holmes unrolling his case of instruments and choosing his tool with the calm, scientific accuracy of a surgeon who performs a delicate operation.

Too late.

I understood the joy which it gave him to be confronted with this green and gold monster, the dragon which held in its maw the reputations of many fair ladies.

Wow. This imagery is intense. Holmes playing on Watson's chivalric instincts really went deep, huh? A dragon with ladies' reputations in its maw. Watson's out there fancying himself a modern-day St George, I guess.

Then the footsteps continued backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, within a few yards of us. Finally, there was a creak from a chair, and the footsteps ceased. Then a key clicked in a lock and I heard the rustle of papers.

Dun dun duuuuuuuuun

Cliffhanger time.

Now, I do think I remember what happens next. But still. Who has come into the room? Will Holmes and Watson be discovered and their career change into crime be cut off before it can truly flourish? Will Watson ever get over this simultaneous hit to both his competency kink and his chivalry kink? We may never know.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

What is your sexual preference? Well what I want to ask you honestly is if you have ever been intimate with a woman before, the way you write about female intimacy is so beautiful and I was curious. Your words always make me feel numb (in a good way)

🫀✨There is absolutely no way I would have the awareness, sensitivity, emotionality, or psychosomatic writing skills to express various forms of intimacy, whether about food, nature, human connection, or the subtle intricacies of the female body if not for my depth of intimacy and partnership with women and other female-bodied people over the last 23 years, but that was just my personal path and divine decree. I don’t know what you mean by “numb in a good way” but I’m grateful. Scanning my inbox queue and picked your sweet question as my final word on tumblr for a moment. You feel young and if so, I wish that when I was younger, I had a blog like this that I could learn about life and love from in some small or larger way.

My readers are mostly heterosexual and that is something I find so beautiful and I deeply honor. We should be deliberate in how we choose a lover (or lovers) and receive/trust/respect/honor our sexuality, beyond all conditioning, but being with other women is never something I want to have romanticized. Not every woman needs to be with other women to go deeper into themselves or the divine feminine, and what's also true, is that sexuality is beautiful, however it is expressed. There is great beauty and wisdom in our range and uniqueness. —India 🙏🏿❤️🌹

[hyenahunt]

Saga: Rivals - 8

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Seiya, Hokuto, Jin

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & Peace (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Seiya: I’m so sorry, Hocchan. But I know you wouldn’t be able to stomach having “Cause of Death: Dad” in your death certificate. You’d stop at nothing to come back to life, wouldn’t you?

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Location: Soundproof Lesson Room

Seiya: He’s right. There is no reason for anybody to criticize him, as long as his enjoyment remains well within the confines of law.

Not that I claim to have any experience — but I feel like defending Jin-kun, anyway.

Siding with people will make you much more likable, rather than criticizing them.

Hokuto: Ugya!? Don’t come out of nowhere! You nearly made my heart stop!

Seiya: I’m so sorry, Hocchan. But I know you wouldn’t be able to stomach having “Cause of Death: Dad” in your death certificate. You’d stop at nothing to come back to life, wouldn’t you?

Jin: …Seiya-san. What’s the occasion? You came really early.

Seiya: Oh, I was doing a little exploring, since this place holds so many memories for me. I couldn’t walk around yesterday, on my first day, as I had other jobs scheduled.

Plus, I heard from my mother-in-law that “Hokuto had already gone out earlier this morning”… so I thought I could see him for a chat.

I predicted he would be practicing, being the studious boy he is, and I’ve been proven right.

Yes, yes. Having a light workout in the morning will make the rest of your day pleasant. It’s very advisable.

Hokuto: …Get out; I have nothing to say to you.

Seiya: Ahaha, I don’t believe that’s the correct way to speak to your parents. I don’t mind, but if this was my wife here, she would have cried saying, “Hocchan’s turned delinquent!”

Hokuto: Coming from that woman, I bet they’re just fake tears.

Seiya: I wonder? Turning lies and acts into the “real thing” is what makes a professional actress.

At any rate, as much as I love to ramble on about my lovable wife, it isn’t the focus of our current discussion, so I shall queue it for another time…

May I have a bit of your time now, you two?

Hokuto: I refuse. Get out and never show your face again.

Seiya: See? This is how cruelly he treats me, Jin-kun. Even though I love him so much.

Hokuto: You’re beyond shameless… Then prove your words with actions. “I love you” has no weight coming from you.

Seiya: Yes. My analysis does suggest I also bear the fault of your dislike of me, but I wish you would be more cooperative.

Because we can better save energy that way… or perhaps you hate me because I say such things?

Hokuto: ………

Seiya: Oh, you’re dripping with sweat, Hocchan… I’ll wipe it off for you. There, there ♪

Hokuto: Don’t touch me.

Seiya: How sad. Why do you resist so much? I used to change your diapers for you, Hocchan. Well, naturally I would have, being your father and all.

Hokuto: That was part of your duty as a parent. Stop bringing it up like I owe you for it.

Seiya: Yes. I have not fulfilled my obligations as your father too well, so I won’t demand any filial piety from you.

But I would be dejected to see you catching a cold after neglecting to wipe your sweat.

So please let me do this much, at least. My wife would keep you all to herself whenever she’s around, so I’ve always been disappointed I couldn’t get many of these moments with you.

Hokuto: Who cares. Also, tell Mother not to drape all over me in public the way you do. It’s embarrassing.

Seiya: Ahh, you still hold such human emotions. My wife and I have lost any feelings of shame over such actions long ago, through training.

Jin: Sorry to interrupt, Seiya-san… but do you need something from us? Or was this just an excuse, and you just wanted to show off your sweet quality time with your son all along?

Hokuto: I’m not having any quality time. He’s abusing me. This is power harassment.

Seiya: You know some quite difficult terms, don’t you? But well, Jin-kun, I can see where you’re coming from.

We'll be late for homeroom if we don’t hurry, and we teachers have morning assembly in the faculty office —

So I’ll be brief. A special DreamFest will be held in Yumenosaki Academy, starting from evening today until tomorrow night.

Ah, we have the approval of the executives, so you won’t be able to cancel it. I’m sorry.

Hokuto: A special DreamFest…?

Seiya: Yes. I studied this DreamFest thing yesterday — it’s a rather interesting toy.

I believe it can be applied to the actual idol industry with a little more polish.

Hokuto: …That’s like you’re saying the idol activities in Yumenosaki aren’t real.

Seiya: Oh no, I am not calling it “fake” or “for play”.

But it’s something like a trial, one that comes extremely close to actual experience. It functions well as a simulation of the idol industry.

No — experience is our working capital, so this must have been a mechanism somebody laid out to amass it.

Even with surgeons, how many people they’ve cut up has more significance than how many medical journals or books they’ve perused—correct?

Jin: Don’t look at me. I’ve given up on ever being a real doctor, so I can’t confirm nor deny it.

Seiya: Sports doctors and veterinarians are also real doctors, you know.

Speaking of which, you weren’t on good terms with your parents either, were you Jin-kun? There was even a period where they basically disowned you.

Jin: …Well, from the perspective of a highbrow doctor, idol work must’ve looked just like play.

Things got a little complicated and strained ‘cause I felt responsible over not being able to succeed my parents too.

We’re getting along nicely now, though.

Seems like they were genuinely worried for me back when I had those scandals. When I showed up at their home after retirement, they hugged me tight, telling me that “they’re always on your side!”, so…

Seiya: Ahaha. Because their delinquent son finally saw the light?

Jin: Nah, I wasn’t young enough to draw such a sardonic conclusion.

I was touched like a regular guy at how great it was to have a family. Cried some too. …Oh boy, it’s kinda embarrassing confessing all this in front of my student.

Anyway, we’ve gotten off track. It always turns out like this when I talk with you, Seiya-san.

Seiya: I’m sorry. Apparently, I’m not very good at holding conversations. One-way communication is acceptable enough as an idol speaking over a camera… I’m not used to conversing.

Returning to the main subject; I apologize for the sudden news, but this is just how things are… Rain-bows will be participating in the special DreamFest with us.

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[brynnterpretations]

hi! I saw you were doing ship requests for The Boys and just couldn’t help myself.

I am a mid-twenties bisexual woman. I have a degree in psychology and worked in therapy (specifically for PTSD in veterans and medical staff/first responder types) for a few years before transitioning to a marine mammal rehab and research non-profit. I have an avid love for reading, pop culture, and specifically movies. I am a huge fan of both well told stories and well made art, and I enjoy watching all sorts of movies to see both. Especially shitty action movies tbh. I also love to have a drink with friends and play games, as I am wildly competitive. Other likes include Dad Rock, dogs, and nature. Plus I love to bake.

Personality wise I would say I’m mildly stubborn, overtly loyal, and tend to be the extroverted glue that brings different friends together. I tend to be optimistic, despite having gone through Some Serious Shit™️ in my life. In fact, I would say the aforementioned shit has made me a kinder, empathetic person, but given I have lost a lot of people, I hold the people I have close, even when my gut tells me to push people away. I strive to be a good friend. I’m a hard worker, and as I consistently say to my friends, I can’t half-ass anything. If I’m gonna do something, im gonna do it all the way, which leans into the fact that I have a pretty dramatic flare.

This all feels wildly self indulgent and it’s so weird to describe yourself in a few paragraphs right? But I really appreciate you!!! Thank ya 💕💗

You sound like such an amazing person and, not to be dramatic, but the world is so lucky to have you. Thank you so much for the ship request and keep being awesome!

I ship you with...

Hughie Campbell ♡

Boyfriend

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You and Hughie meet in a small local record store in Washington Park. Even in the age of iPhones and streaming, Hughie is a huge CD guy, and always makes sure to stop by vinyl and music stores to stock up on some of his favorites (and stare wistfully at the guitars, but that's another story).

When he spots you over by the section of your favorite band, Hughie is thrilled; he, too, is a huge dad rock connoisseur, and it's not often he finds someone as cute as you in the CD store. Usually it's just very strange old guys who give me mean looks. So, as Hughie does, he walks over to you and very, very awkwardly starts a conversation with you ("oh, you like [band name]? That's a great pick!" queue nervous laugh).

Surprisingly, his nervousness works on you, and you two end up exchanging numbers at the end of your exchange. Hughie's a painfully earnest guy and has not mastered the art of subtlety, so it doesn't really start with any smoothness. Instead, expect a lot of cat GIFs, smiley emoticons, and general millennialness (but make it cute, and make it Hughie).

After texting you and learning about the work you do, Hughie is smitten, and invites you out on a date to volunteer at an animal shelter, because who doesn't love puppies and conversation?

Would routinely invite you to more and more dates, and as he gets to know you even more and learns small bits and pieces of your past, he falls for you hard. We all know Hughie’s been through a lot, so he greatly admires people who have, too, yet don’t let it stop them from moving forward and making a positive impact on the world.

Isn't really someone who feels the need to move slow, but is very anxious, so would ask to be formally girlfriend-boyfriend by coming to your apartment or house with flowers and a lot of tripping over his words, because oh shit, what if you say no, he'd fine with still being friends but that would be super awkward—

However... the guy won you over, and when you say yes, expect the sweetest hug.

Hughie will always send you good morning and night texts, as well as random things throughout the day that makes him think of you, like a daschund puppy he saw on the street or a t-shirt with your favorite band's logo imprinted on it.

Expect a ton of cute dates, and expect them often. He's not a very sporadic person and values your time (he knows damn well you're busy), so he'll always schedule with you in advance.

And, while he loves his cute, casual dates, also loves to treat you — you deserve it — and tries to do a big one once a month. He's definitely a roses-and-candles sort of guy, and he won't let you forget it.

Hughie and you have a similar taste in movies, so he loves marathoning with you. You two always dominate any trivia nights at the bar close to you, and have become an infamous pair there.

He always sends you songs throughout the day, especially ones that remind him of you ("Rosanna" by Toto, "You're My Home" by Billy Joel, "Head Over Heels" by Tears for Fears", etc.) and you two have a joint Spotify playlist!

Loves being the little spoon with you, and loves cuddling in general. He's not a huge PDA person — he's pretty shy, and would kiss you or hold you in front of others at most — but once you two are alone together, will be all over you (in a cute way).

Hughie is endlessly in awe of you, from your work ethic to your personality, and when he senses you're having a tough day, is not shy about reminding you of it.

Also, he's definitely the type of guy to adopt a dog with his significant other, so once that anniversary comes (and it will)... expect a puppy.

Hughie would try to hide his work with The Boys from you, and when push comes to shove, would try to dissuade you from getting involved. However, he knows you're smart, capable, and doesn't want you to think that he's hiding anything from you, so he would (albeitly reluctantly) introduce you to the boys while still trying to keep them at a healthy distance from you for your own safety.

The Boys ☻

Friends

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Annie is your number one fan, and your best friend in the group, due to your personality and work ethic. It's extremely hard to come by someone like you in "The Boys" universe — someone who does so much good for the world, and in spite of how the world treats them, does their best to keep giving back to it positively — and would make a point to become friends with you ASAP.

She tends to rewatch the same movies, listen to the same songs, etc. — she's a creature of habit — so she loves asking for song recommendations and going out to movies with you. She also is a big Facetime person, and would call you every other night to catch up, whether she's taking off her makeup or coming off of a crappy patrol.

Additionally, once she starts the Starlight Foundation, she would immediately try recruiting you to work hands-on due to your experience.

M.M. adores you as well. While mostly a fan of oldschool hip hop and rap, he can get down to some dad rock (the guy could probably recite Led Zep's entire discography on the spot if you asked him), and whenever you wear any band tees, you get a nod of approval from him. He's a pretty busy, but would always take time to talk to you whenever you stop by.

Frenchie and Kimiko love you — they both think you're an absolute badass. Interactions with them would be pretty limited due to Hughie not wanting you to be put in any unnecessary danger, but they always hang out with you when you stop by, and Kimiko definitely invites you over to movie nights.

Those movie nights are very fun, and cute, by the way. She makes popcorn and sets up the hideout to be as comfy as possible. The girl loves ya.

Butcher has a lot of unresolved romantic feelings for you which he pushes down because A) our boy is not a homewrecker, and B) it's always hard for him to grapple with those sorts of close, intimate emotions. He likes you for the same reasons Annie does, and your caring, hardworking nature are the best qualities he's felt he can find in a person.

But, because of this... Butcher avoids you, to the point it seems borderline rude. The guy usually will at least throw one snarky remark at any newcomers, but he won't really give anything to you but a nod of acknowledgment.

To end things on a positive note, though: you and Hughie are the happiest, sweetest couple there is in NYC, and you've got some very, very good friends on your side.

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Jesse Kivel

Photo by David Katz

Jesse Kivel has been making indie rock music since the aughts, first in the hyper-literate band Princeton with his twin brother Matt and later in synth-dance-y Kisses. Now living in Maine and newly a dad, he recorded his best material yet in the second solo album, Life and Death at Party Rock. In her review at Dusted last month, Jennifer Kelly wrote, “Kivel has suddenly scratched below the surface, finding an unexpected, melancholy beauty in loosely collated daydreams. Life and Death at Party Rock haunts rather than pleases.” Here’s what Kivel has in his listening queue.

Bobby McFerrin — By The Sea

My friend Michael passed me this video years ago and I was just blown away by the talent, skill and concentration displayed in this performance. A lot of times we focus on the recorded version of a song, but in this case, Bobby makes a simple song transform into a technical feat of emotion and beauty.

Oasis — Live by The Sea (full concert)

Oasis was the band that changed everything for me. My brother and I would pretend to be Noel and Liam, snarling and playing Noel’s simple yet powerful solo's. We also snagged all of their live concert videos, including this one. Nothing beats Liam’s swagger in this moment and the energy and excitement this group could bring.

Alessi Brothers — Seabird (live)

This song was on a compilation or mixtape I received a while back. Gorgeous vibes and perfect to play in the early evenings. Also, keeping up with the brother/identical twin theme that has defined my life and creative output.

Linda McCartney — Seaside Woman

One of my wife Zinzi’s favorite songs, this tune has incredibly energy and feel. The lyrics are a touch problematic, and I truly can't be sure that Paul didn't write this one. He is basically singing through the entire thing, and it sounds like his vibe. Regardless, it is a lovely tune and I really like Linda’s solo record.

Beck — Guess I'm Doing Fine: Sea Change

Easily my favorite Beck record. It speaks to some of the natural textures and feelings I was trying to put on my new LP. This record reminds me of visiting a college in Atlanta. I slept over on campus and this record helped me sleep in a strange/unknown environment.

Don Gibson — Sea of Heartbreak

An iconic and classic tune, covered by everyone from Jonny Cash to Van Morrison. Gorgeous and simple, like many of those late 50’s/early 60’s tunes of yesteryear.

Phil Phillips & The Twilights — Sea of Love

I am 38 so most of my friends and peers know the Cat Power version of this. I have love for that cover as it exposed me to the original. I love the crisp and focused way the original is recorded. Eerie and slightly haunting, it is a beautiful tune.

Jesse Kivel — Overgrown Ocean

I would be nothing if not a shameless self-promoter :) This song is about visualizing myself crashing down into Penobscot Bay on a Cape Air Cessna. I wrote the lyrics to this song on my first flight with Cape Air which was incredibly foggy and overwhelming. As we cut through the clouds, an overwhelming calm reached me, and the lyrics are a meditation on death and finding peace with it.

Dennis Wilson — Pacific Ocean Blues

Growing up in Southern California, all I can say is I can relate to Dennis and the blues that often can accompany living in the region. The relentless sun and lack of seasons can really do someone in. Dennis, to his credit, correctly points out over and over in this song that the Pacific Ocean is blue. I appreciate his clear-eyed perception here.

Wilco + Billy Bragg — The Secret of The Sea

Wilco and Billy Bragg both have loomed large in my early musical education. Separately with their early records and then this Woody Guthrie collaboration. My brother and I went to Tulsa to visit Guthrie's museum a few years ago. While the Dylan one was put together more tastefully, I just remember relating to Guthrie as all his notebooks had endless amounts of mundane lists. This captured my heart as this is essentially all I do with my notebooks as well.

[chaos-of-the-endless]

This is gonna be completely self Indulgent so I'm sorry from the start.

Ian Wright x male stripper reader: as a birthday gift for Ian Ben takes them to a club and pay for Ian to have a dance queue Ian meeting reader and just being completely flustered while R is doing his thing.

This was prompted by me listening to gimme more by Britney spears you can thank my great music taste

Haha nothing wrong with self indulgent! This one totally got my attention so - I hope you like

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Ian's birthday attire was mostly leather. Tight, tight leather, with a black corset under the slightly cut off jacket. Ben thought this was a great idea, knowing how much Ian loved the more out-there kind of entertainment, a simple gathering around candles and a birthday cake seemed to be doing them an injustice.

This particular club was - let's just say an equal opportunities stripping experience, men and woman and both and neither where on those podiums dancing up a storm, and Ian couldn't quite believe their eyes for a moment when they realised that this birthday treat had been totally well thought out.

"Woooooow." They smirked, deep red lips and darkly painted eyes made them feel rockstar enough to be there as they strutted over to the boy that immediately caught their eye, looking back at the gang and making the rock sign with their hand and sticking out their tongue with a smile.

Nodding along with the music for a while, letting their body move a little with the music too, because that was just in their nature, you leaned down, dangling yourself with one hand from the pole, as you let the other hand brush through their hair just barely, which made Ian beam a smile "So I can't touch you, but you can touch me? Hardly fair." they called out over the music with a chuckle.

"I think I'll bend that rule for you, gorgeous." You bite your bottom lip in that sexy boyband-from-the-90s kinda way and jump down from the podium and roll your hips close to Ian's before placing both your hands on their shoulders and pushing them towards a sofa until the back of their knees hit it and they sit unexpectedly.

"What's your name?" Ian asked, and you laughed softly "You don't need to know my name.. To enjoy some good music and a dance." You reply as you look over at the DJ and gesture for them to put the on your song for the night.

"I guess that really depends on what you call good music." Ian laughed as a Britney Spears song started, and they where being pinned to their chair as you strip off the mesh shirt you were barely wearing as it was. Straddling their lap and rolling your hips again, this time it was right against their body, and despite their bold outfit and government tech expert rockstar realness, they blushed, and let out a nervous little giggle.

Moving a carefully placed knee between their legs and grinding down against their thigh as you lean in enough to smell their incredible perfume, you purr into their ear as they dare to rest their hands on your thighs as they body roll to the music.

Letting their head fall to the back of the chair, Ian let out a laugh, how their body was reacting was making them shift in their seat a little under those dance moves.

"Going home alone tonight, birthday baby?" You whisper into their ear.

"That's the plan."

"Plans change."

"Do I have to pay a fee for those plans changing?" They asked with a chuckle "I mean... That's... Totally fine if you do that... Sex work is absolutely legit work.. I just... I was asking on a more personal level...but I don't want to.. - Ah, No, wait... I.." They ended up glancing down and laughing as they shook their head, and you slip your fingers under their chin to guide them to look back up at you.

"No charge for someone that does so much good for the world, how does that sound?" You whispered to them "It does mean you have to wait until my shift is over, though... You'll have to sit and watch as I dance for all the other girls and boys and everyone inbetween. I hope that doesn't bother you..." Ian shook their head at your words. "The opposite, actually. I like watching."

"We are going to get on ~famously." You wink as you climb off and lean in, leaving the barest of kisses to those dark red lips, making sure not to ruin them. "By the way? You're sexy when you trip over your words."

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#5

i too go into a dissociative state where i imagine violently murdering cdream for what he did to ctommy

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#4

so many dsmp characters have girlswag but like in different ways. c!tommy has horse girl and christian girl swag, c!quackity has final girl swag, and c!bbh has victorian woman diagnosed with hysteria swag

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#3

supporting me isnt directed at maria because he says “i’ll be losing you before long” which wouldn’t make sense since yknow. shadow already lost maria. but do you know who it DOES make sense with?? someone who is associated with goodness/light, someone who shadow needs help from at the time of the song playing, someone who shadow WILL be losing soon?

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i need you all to know that when stone said “take me with you doctor!” and got scooped up by robotnik’s chaos magic shit with a big smile on his face despite literally being dangled upside down i literally whispered under my breath “of course you would like that you little freak” 😭

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My #1 post of 2022

I really loved how Knuckles changing sides was built up throughout the movie. It didn’t come out of left field at all. Him berading Robotnik for wanting to ditch Agent Stone, the moment between him and Sonic on the mountain about their backstories, the comment about how Sonic chose to save Tails instead of grabbing the compass... the movie repeatedly gives us these moments that show that Knuckles isn’t really a bad guy and actually has a strong sense of morality when it comes to things like trust and honor and all that, which makes it feel extremely natural when he saves Sonic and joins his side even if you didn’t know it was coming.

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[lesfleursfortes-a]

@oftroubledsouls: continued from here

‘‘Can’t say I’m surprised about this. It was only a matter of time before you admitted it. Now what?’‘

"See this?  This is exactly why I didn’t tell you.  You’re hot as fuck, but then you open your mouth and all I want to do is hit you.”

[trendywaifus]

Hello there! Can I get a Ei, Yae, and Lisa make out session? >////<

— when it comes to ei, she gets ahead of herself without even realizing it. she’s not the one to initiate make out sessions intentionally she just enjoys the feeling of her lips against yours. her kisses are passionate and firm which leaves you breathless in her arms.

— I mean, she’s somewhat inexperienced but she’s a natural. despite being the sweet woman she is, you mustn’t forget that she is the most powerful incarnation of lightning itself.

ei’s amethyst eyes finds your own as you enter the plane of euthymia. her solemn expression softens and so the dreary skies above as well; they turn into a cool shade of blue. “ dearest, greetings.“ she saunters over to you with a tender smile on her lips. you reciprocate her gesture and envelope yourself in her arms. “ it’s nice to see you again ei.” she runs a hand down your back in a soothing manner, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “ it’s nice to see you as well, are you going to stay here a little while longer this time? “ ei asks, not bothering to hide the hopeful tone in her voice.

“ of course ei. why wouldn’t i? “ she merely chuckles which sounded like music to your ears. “ well, your previous visit felt shorter than what it was. so naturally, i was disappointed and couldn’t help but wait patiently for your return since then.“ ei cradles your face in her hands delicately. you were sure that she can feel the heat off your now reddened cheeks against her skin. “ i’m here now. “ you muttered as she leans in, “ indeed you are my dearest. “ her lips meets with yours passionately. you sighed into the kiss, feeling almost exhilarated at the spark of electro coursing through your bones.

she pulls away abruptly, only to kiss you again but this time, deeper. her thumb runs along your jaw and your knees weakens from her touch. you were just a mortal indulging yourself to a powerful archon. as much as it felt surreal, how could you not feel weak in the knees? she does the same process for several moments until she leaves you completely breathless with her barely unaffected. she looks at you apologetically once she realizes your flustered state, “ ah, I’m sorry, it seems like i’ve gotten carried away this time as well. I shall give you a moment to catch your breath. “

— true to her cunning nature, makeout sessions with yae often consists of you chasing after her lips while she giggles and laughs at your desperate attempts to get a taste of her. it’s frustrating but she never disappoints you in the end when she finally kisses you fully on the lips.

— careful, yae’s a nibbler and a biter but don’t fret, she’s surprisingly gentle. though, when the fox envoy allows herself to give into her fox nature, she becomes a bit aggressive and touchy.

“ now sweet thing, “ she drags her lips along your neck, peppering it with kisses in her path. well manicured nail draws teasingly close to your inner thigh. “ how can your guuji be of your service? “ yae moves away from your neck to pleasantly watch that bewitched expression become present on your visage. she smirks roguishly when you begin to close the distance between the two of you wordlessly. with one finger to your lips, she gracefully stops you. oh no, she won’t let you have your way unless she has her little fun.

“ goodness, that certainly is one way to respond but unfortunately, that’s not what i want from you. this time, how about you provide me more of a verbal queue dear, hm? “ excellent. the way your (e/c) eyes are pleading for her brought a sense of mischief within her alone. on the contrary, it’s only fair to properly tell her what you desire so it can be granted. “ k-kiss me, guuji. “ and she does so without any remarks; her lips molding perfectly with yours. her fingers gently curl themselves around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze.

the soft vibration of your grunt under her fingertips almost made her chuckle with delight. much to your disappointment, your lover breaks off the kiss. however, it was quickly short lived when her lips met with yours once more, but this time deliberately sloppy. her canine gently prodded at your bottom lip, careful to not draw blood. she then kisses you one last time before retracting away and whispers over your lips, “ that scent of yours is rather enticing. i wonder, would i give you a scare if i said that i could just eat you up in any moment? “

— when she sees the chance, she’ll seize the opportunity to initiate a session with you. may it be in the library, with the two of you tucked somewhere in a secluded spot of it or where she has you cornered with your back pressed against one of the bookshelves; it could be a chance in someone turning the corner to see you two in the act but isn’t that just the thrill of it? to her at least.

— though, sometimes she doesn’t take make out sessions with you seriously. as expected from her laidback and playful nature, lisa will giggle in between kisses. she can’t really help herself since you’re so cute.

“ hey there, my love. I was wondering when my wonderful lover was coming to visit me. “ she secures you in her arms with a loving smile; her cat-like jade eyes observing the now bashful expression on your face. “ shy now are we? you came all this way to my library only for you to act like this? aren’t you just the cutest thing. “ with one arm around her waist, you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “ well, i haven’t seen you all day so i can admit that i am a little nervous. “ lisa kisses the corner of your lips. “ that’s no good. you mustn’t be nervous now, as long as i get to see you, I’m just a happy woman. “

you hummed, smiling softly as she places repetitive yet playful kisses on your lips. her gloved palm resting on the back of your neck, she finally kisses you. the taste of tea left on her lips made you sigh with content. lisa giggles as you relaxed into her kiss like pudding. how could she ever be lucky to have such a cutie like yourself? lisa’s lips slowly dances with yours as she takes the lead. as always, you were put into a trance from her affections.

despite her eyes shut, she can’t help but imagine how bright red you are right now, you’ll probably resemble that of a ripe tomato. a giggle erupts from her chest once more before it turns into full-out laughter and by then, she’s already pulling away to avoid laughing at your face. and she was right! when she takes a peek from under her lashes, you just stood there cutely puzzled and flustered with a large blush tainting your cheeks and ears. “ i-i’m s-sorry d-darling! y-you just look like jean on a hot summer d-day! “

yeah you’re just going to go cry now.

[phantomenby]

Did you see that?

"Where the reader gets shifted to their world and search for the boys, they get all excited and run up to them being a mega simp The boys are shocked by it and next day they go to find the reader and gets them to hang out with them. After spending so much time with them every night their friendship turns into them being all romantic."

Not sure who gave me this prompt, but so sorry for taking so long <3

"So I was thinking we could go on the carousel, and then the-" you paused, looking around you, realising your friends had vanished. "Guys?"

Looking around you could make no sight of them, your height allowing you to peek over the growing crowds when slightly on your tippy toes.

"Shit"

It had been your idea to go to Santa Cruz on your trip down the west coast, wanting to see all of the shooting locations of one of your favourite moves and to enjoy the boardwalk. Your two closest friends had come with you, though they seemed a little less pleased to be in a town known for its serial killers more than anything else.

Maybe if you stayed in one spot they could come and find you.

Walking over to the edge of the pier you hopped up to sit on the railings, feeling the cold metal press into your thighs as you held onto a lamppost beside where you were sat.

Honestly, it wasn't that surprising that they had vanished, the two of them were alot more interested in the retro stalls the town had to offer than the kiddie rides you had been gushing about on the way down. Apparently a carousel being over a hundred years old and an iconic filming location meant little in comparison to a vintage skirt, or old vinyl to add to their collection.

Though as you sat there, legs swinging to thump against the metal to the beat of the jazz rock combo playing from down the boardwalk, you realised they might have just ditched you.

Shame, you were the one with the car keys after all.

Sighing you reached into your pocket, pulling out your old samsung and turning it on. 20:17. You still had a few hours left before you would head back, but you might as well call them just to be sure.

In that moment your phone buzzed, and crackled, the screen going white then dark.

"What the fuck-"

It turned back on, beaming blinding white light at you, and you turned it away as a woman in neon pants scowled at you in irritation. Looking down at the device you inspect it, expecting to find some sort of damage to the screen, but you found nothing. It was still just as battered as ever but the screen was working fine, the buttons clicking on the side.

Only, when you looked at the top, you had no signal.

Groaning you shoved it back into your pocket, hopping down to the wooden ground and kicking it in irritation.

"Just me, myself and I," looking around you sought out something to do, figuring you might as well do what you intended to and heading towards the shiny golden carousel guiding you closer like a jewel in the night.

-

The queue was unsurprisingly long, full of children and teens dressed like punks, with the occasional double denim delinquent. Honestly, everyone you had seen so far looked quite odd.

Very, eighties-ish.

Maybe the town was still stuck in the past. It wasn't uncommon in the states, heck, some people still exist like they're in the medieval era. At least here most of them looked queer and kind in nature, not unlike the outdated towns that chased out anyone that wasn't a godfearing christian.

You sought out one of the stallions, choosing a pale blue one with a fiery red and orange mane that looked like it had been done up recently.

Climbing on you noticed all the others around you were quickly taken up by one of the cliquey groups, a rather ruggish bunch who wore mostly leather and stank of cheap beer and the beach. Some even had the signature skunk hair you remembered from the movie.

Maybe a cosplay event...

Now you understood some of your friends reluctance to be here, it really was quite a strange town.

The ride began, slow vintage tinkery music sounding from above you that crackled at it moved faster. You giggled softly, trying to contain your childish behaviour as you turned your head to look out into the crowds around you, figuring now would be a good time to get a good look for your missing compadres.

A cold hand brushed over your own, rough calloused fingers pressing to yours before sliding away. Brought out of your focus you looked back, catching a glimpse of a colourful patched jacket and mischevious green eyes meeting yours before they were pulled away from you, distracted by something else.

Your eyes focused, and frozed. Your mind trying to figure out what it was seeing.

Four familiar, tall figures, stood around the chariot a few paces in front of you.

"Holy shit..." dark eyes flitted to you, only for a second.

It was them. It was them.

The lost boys. Alex Winter, Kiefer Sutherland, Billy Wirth, and Brooke Mccarter.

They must have been the greatest replicas of the boys you had ever seen, even in all of the conventions online, their faces never matched so well.

Maybe you could get a picture with them.

Watching on you observed as the opening scene was recreated, how they fought with their well known rivals, how the security guard held back "David" with his baton and thus confirming his death.

"Christ.." you hadnt' realised how aggressive it had all been in the movie, imagining the director had toned it down and made it more chaotic. It felt a little too real.

Finally the four boys slunk off the side of the ride, and it returned its spinning motion. As you went past them you held their gazes, watching as the one dressed as Paul sent you a sly wink, while David's cosplayer send something much darker your way.

Shuddering you turned away, and for the next hour you fought not to think on them anymore.

-

Another hour passed. You had ridden the carousel twice, the ferris wheel thrice and the big dipper once before you decided you hated how it made your head spin.

Now you were stumbling around, enjoying how it was alot more bearable once most of the families had cleared out for the night.

There was still no sign of your friends.

You sighed for what must have been the millionth time that night, looking around and hoping, praying, you could get one glimpse of their dumb, brightly coloured hair.

Nothing.

Not a spec nor a crumb of their presence.

Your eyes did catch sight of something of interest. Those four boys. Now perched at the start of the pier in front of a large lodge styled building, crowing at eachother like children as they rattled their bikes.

Committed to the cause I guess. It wasn't often that a cosplayer met the look to that extent, though they could just be bikers generally, those kinds of cultish cliques did manage to survive out of the 80s.

Maybe you coul-

No.

But maybe...

Surely they wouldn't mind, they must have been used to getting asked for pictures by now.

"Oh fuck it," you began walking over, trying to move as gracefully and nonchalant as possible. Hopefully you didn't look too dumb. The two dressed as Marko and Paul hooted as your approached, wide grins spreading over their faces as you neared.

Your face must have been beet red, you could feel the intense heat reaching your cheeks.

"Whats up sugar?" 'Paul' leant forward, torso bending over the front of his bike, smiling teasingly.

"Yeah babe, see something you like," 'Marko' was stood beside him, stepping towards you.

Gathering your courage you spoke, too nervous to drag the interaction out too long, "well um, I was wondering," a hand reached forward, wrapping around your arm and pulling you closer, "I-I".

"Awe cat got your tongue?" you shook the brunette away, stepping back.

"I was wondering if I could take a picture with you, I'm a huge fan of your work," finally it was out and they were looking at you rather funny, your face was growing hotter, now realising how dumb of an idea it was, "if not that's fine I just figured-"

"Sure babe, why not," it was 'David' who had spoke, standing to walk closer to you, it wasn't until you pulled out a chunk of - something - that he paused, "the hell is that-"

There was a flash and the four vampires were stunned.

By the time they had come back to themselves you had already said a quick 'thank you' before disappearing into the crowd.

"Did you see that?" Pauls voice echoed all of their thoughts, what the hell was that and who the hell are you.

-

You were ecstatic, positively buzzing as you moved through the crowds, looking over the picture and completely dismissing how bright their eyes looked.

It was perfect, you thought you'd have to go to a real event for the movie to get a pic like this.

Now just to find your friends-

Looking up from your phone you were met with a very different sight, the crowds still packed by no longer in such old clothing. Rather everyone was dressed like they were at a summer festival, with pastel crop tops and thick-soled shoes.

"The hell-" when you turned to look back at where the boys had been you were met with an empty space, a large mark on the boardwalk designating the space for disabled patrons.

Maybe you were finally going mad.

"There you are!"

You were pulled out of your thoughts by your friend's hands on your shoulders, turning you to look at them.

"What the hell dude, you were gone for hours," they looked worried, which was odd to you considering they were the ones who ditched you, "nevermind, let's go I'm more than ready to pass out for the night."

You let them drag you along, hands held tight in theirs as you retreated to the car, only one thought left on your mind.

What an odd night.