#time to stop using chrome for good

[snekknack]

Student: I swear I didn't use AI to write my paper! If you go to the source...

Teacher: You quoted the article as saying, 'the supreme court ruled in favor of Corpotech' when the article really says 'the supreme court adjourned before a decision could be made about the case against Corpotech.'

A student not using chrome: You're both wrong, the article says the supreme court ruled against Corpotech and expects them to pay out millions of dollars to those affected, and instead paid google billions to scrub the ruling from search queries.

This will not be a mess at all uh

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 working on love - business party!

────୨ৎ────

content: fluff, kinda silce of life, company party, mutual pining, alcohol mentioned, bestie Jimin is a wingman for em, smoking together, some cutesy kissing, Jk speaking in satoori mentioned

note from cherry: I´m tired of writing smut so here´s this request without smut.. sorry cloud anonie! ily!!!!,,,,this might get a pt2 if you guys want!!

────୨ৎ────

This is the best night you´ve had for a while. A tight, rather modest cream dress, hours spend on that flowy blowout and natural, brown toned make up all sum up the immediate glow radiating from your figure- glowing, for what seems to be the first time after ending that draining relationship.

Wooyoung was a good guy in the beginning. A gentleman inside the crowd modern day Elvis's, someone who did all the smooth talking, picking you up with a boquet and your favorite food, someone who would have bought you the moon if you asked him too.

Similar to how prominent and illuminated tonights moon hangs up so high in the sky, his love dim, not necessarily bright or precisely large- nonetheless, still it felt as thought he was the single source of hope in a darkness you grew comfortable in,

Wooyoungs love never felt raw- like love. apart from there being small muffled butterflies inside your stomach, there was nothing that exceeded any and all expectations you had set, nothing that breached the occasional warmth in your heart when he had once again bought the same boquet.

You had simply swallowed that down, accepting that the hunger you've been yearning for must be yet another illusion that TV has instilled in the minds of vulnerable women, longing for betterment within their limits of fulfilment

Soon enough, even that small light suffocated in your tight hold, you find out that asking for him to stay respectful and loyal seemed to have been too much. He couldn´t keep his promises and when he stopped being present, it only took so much to figure out why.

"Another glass?" he raises his eyebrow, leaning the grey colored, suited body of his against the counter,

you throw back half the glass of champagne, the third one this past hour. Arguably, too much in too little time for a coorprate work party held for networking,

"yes Jimin, i swear I´ll stop after this one" the city lights twinkle from below- from this 12th floor panorama window, even the biggest cars and buildings look small, people become anonymous figures, they loose their character,

become insignificant.

"you´re lying through your teeth" the blonde coworker says, Jimin could read you like a book; from coworkers to friends and quickly, there was nothing too personal to share with him.

His bright smile could never make you get too mad at him when he reported back all of his drunken mistakes and hook ups,

Alcohol brings out the best in people,

and the worst out of the good people

your head turns back to him, leaving the city to continue behind you,

"I know, i just need to breathe a bit"

"with workplace booze? come on"

his chuckle lights up the mood a little bit, "okay, just don´t embarrass us" he says, patting your back as if to reassure his statement

you promise him not to, moving a strand to the side of your face as he gives you a half smile, wandering off to what you presume to be the buffet.

While staring at your chrome nails tapping away at the small glass, the loud chattering from around you fades out briefly, almost as if everyone had completely gone silent,

thats when you spot him; another star emerges,

another radiant glow, you could see him clearer than any other person around, not because he´s tall- broad shoulders and parted, short hair peeking out from the people around- no, he shone like no other

Blurred out the countless voices and handsome faces that thralled around him, almost as if his presence screamed of his arrival, announcing himself as a starlight without even catching a tone of his voice- a glimmer of how he would pronounce your name,

No knowledge of his own unique one, in a strange way, he tugs at something wihin you- a spot you had only discovered now, as if you had met him in a past life or, rather as if you were supposed to see him

Jungkook´s breath gets choked up within his throat,

almost as if the collegues around all parted to make way for you- to reveal your purity, your radiance to him, his eyes land on you like fate,

it must have been fate, seeing you smile slightly with that glass in your hand, before turning your head back to the panorama window,

he watches your bouncy hair move in slow motion, the glitter on your dress sparkles under the warm, dim light of the confrence room,

The curves of your face resonate with him like a painting you see in a museum, only that you had known that painting before- you'd seen it, this being the first you could feel it, feel its vibrant colors meet your eyes in a fight of admiration and anxiety

"wow" his best mate whispers, hitting him in the side with his elbow,

suddenly, everything returns to normal, humans clouding the line of sight to what he must have deemed an angel, he almost sighs in disappointment, still, your glow reflects on the ceiling, disappearing as you also get lost within the crowd yourself, hiding behind the facade of a regular office worker

"what?" he speaks, turning his attention back on his friend who has an impressed smile clutching the contoures of his face,

"what? dude, you were literally standing here with your jaw on the floor"

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "at least i had my eyes on her face you asshole"

Taehyung makes a face that resembles the expression "fair enough", looking between the huddle of people to try and spot you once more,

To no avail, in fact, he wouldn't have been able to, given you had slipped off right away, fetching for another glass of champagne and your emotional support blonde

Despite the chatter that swallows any small sound not relate to business, you can hear your heels clicking around frantically, thinking for any reason to get out of the room with him, any excuse you could deem plausible, until you end up on something that is undeniably so ordinary, it might even be true

In dire need of a whim of fresh air- a cooling breeze on your skin and definitely, in much more predictable nature, in dire need of a cigarette, you attempt to find him, ask him for a quick smoke break before resuming to the party

When you do find Jimin,it seems somebody familiar also did

Somebody who shouldn't feel magnetic, forcefully pulling you into their space,

Jimin's eye smile upon seeing you catches the two men around him off guard, whipping their heads to your direction swiftly,

his eyes land on yours, you can barely make out jimin's arm extending to wave in slow motion, as your eyes become chained to his,

His gaze becomes devoted to you, with every mindless step you take forward, it feeds he look in his eyes, strengthens the chain you've tangled yourself in with

"hey, where have you been y/n?" he asks, smacking your shoulder in an very unprofessional attempt to make your guy's relationship clear,

Jimin wasn't stupid, even he could feel how tense it had gotten,

"Y/n? Thats a pretty name"

You weren't supposed to know how he pronounces your name, he was destined to stay a fantasy,

"Thank you..?"

"Jungkook"

"you're the one with the nice name, Jungkook"

effortlessly, the syllables of his name roll of your tongue,

It send shivers to his body, jimin's eyes are burning a whole through the side of your face and you know it- you know he's aware how much this wasn't planned-

You weren't supposed to feel attraction like this, not to the intensity that ever movie you had seen creeped back up in a matter of seconds, instantly resuming that hopeful flame to burn once more, igniting not only fear- but need

Your eyes avert to the man in the black suit next to him,

"And your name?"

Jungkook's eyes still haven't left yours, awaiting their turn patiently, a lump in his throat grabbing at all rationality, begging for a chance to speak his mind- tell you that you're an angel- one he must have, must hold

For some strange reason,

Even though jungkook swore love was for the books, not for people like him

And even though a couple minutes of anyone's presence is far too little to utter the word love in the first place, he also knew it was inescapable the second you had granted him a smile

"Taehyung" he answers, sliding his hands into his pockets

"You're from wonder group right?" Jimin asks, returning the conversation back to the nuisance that your lame 9-5 is,

The two guys hum, Jungkook reponds first,

"Yeah. Came here because we were invited by the manager of your media department"

"Well, actually not we specifically were invited, everyone was" Taehyung chimes in,

"Media department? Thats.."

"Me. Wow, what a coincidence"

you freeze after your last statement - thinking foolishly, that meeting him maybe was supposed to happen - maybe when your fingers tiredly typed away at the keyboard when sending your invitation, you had to have laced it with a spell

It confirms what he had thought upon seeing your glow in the crowd of dull faces and grey tints,

Fate, you must be his fate

Jimin taps away at the wine glass in his hand, one you haven't caught notice of since your eyes had been occupied by someone who stood closer than a stranger should feel comfortable with,

In a desperate attempt to do something- anything about this encounter, you shoot jimin a look, a look that says help me, rescue me

"Do you smoke?" he asks, earning a nod from your mysterious soulmate and a very serious "nah" from his friend,

breathless, you manage to let out a small hum

"Let's go for one, tae are you good with waiting here a bit man?" Jungkook suggests, breaching out to ways he never knew he even possessed, ways to get you closer- to get to know a unreasonably familiar stranger no reason

other than having every single reason,

Taehyung nods, quickly, the three of you go outside the big glass door, finding a small spot behind the building to avoid any other, personal space invading collegue that might roam around for small talk

It didn't make sense, not even in the slightest when Jimin disappeared after saying he would go get the lighter he had forgotten, especially not when you had just lit your cigarette with one, perfectly working lighter

Jungkook caught on, laughing slightly at your friends attempt to leave you to a collective solitude, the fresh, 11 pm gust of wind feels like a gentle kiss to the face, almost like what you imagine him to feel like

You shouldn't be imagining that at all,

His head turns away from yours when he takes a drag, pushing the thick nicotine cloud out into the pure night,

You do the same, letting the bitter taste overtake your cherry flavored lip balm,

"Didn't know pretty girls smoke" he says, his deep voice thickly laced with a satoori you haven't remarked until this very sentence,

smiling at his sincerity, you take another drag, "didn't know busan men are this bold"

he doesn't feel like a stranger, far more comfortable than one- far less intimidating

"How did you know?" the small smirk on his lips forms into a gentle, bunny like smile once seeing that dead panned look on your face, merging with a hidden chuckle that manages to dominate your features in the end,

"Your satoori" you answer, watching as his plump lips wrap around the cigarette, he blows the smoke out, "hmm" he says, "do you like it?"

"A lot" truthfully, your answer tumbles out, scanning his response with a longing look on your face, the lit drug burns away between your fingers, forgotten, discarded by a much stronger one that's about 5'10 with an eyebrow piercing

"Glad to hear that, sweetheart " it slips past his lips, naturally yet simultaneously intentional- just like the way he makes sure to lay on his accent nicely

His cigarette bud drops to the floor, he puts it out, then turning to be stood in front of you, smiling softly with a newfound gentleness to his seductive appeal,

"You're beautiful, i mean that. I saw you earlier and i honestly couldn't stop thinking about you. I was going crazy looking for you"

he laughs slightly at the last bit, shyly toying with the metal ring at the corner of his bottom lip, the adrenaline of your sheer beauty and captivating allure overcoming and reluctance he would usually feel held back by, nothing could stop him from talking to the angel he had become keen on,

Your blush deepness, eyes flickering down to his lips, "thank you, i couldn't get my mind off of you either. Didn't know you were looking for me"

his slender fingers reach forward, moving a flowing strand behind your ear with ease before carefully caressing the side of your cheek with his knuckle, tender- soft, as if he had known not to apply pressure to your fragile heart and mind,

"Of course i was. Call me crazy but i swear you were glowing" both of you grin stupidly, you relish in the feeling of his plam flattening against your cheek, embracing it with care- he waited, waited for you to stop him, for you to tell him he's a crazy creep that needs to learn the meaning of a boundary

But you never do, instead, you silently thank him for his honesty, telling yourself he must be your soulmate,

That the television must have been right about love,

your shaky, cold hands lace with his deeply colored hair, fingers dancing between the locs as his breath hitches, getting closer on your face,

your eyes connect briefly, then your lips do too, longer- intertwined with a bond you knew exist from the very first second,

a bond that was so simple it couldn't be explained, so simple, it only took one look to determine it's existance

The nicotine on his lips melts with your cherry lip balm and own, bitter taste, pressing along the soft pillows of your love drunken lips, he thought about love for a moment,

Jungkook now knew that the books were always written about people like him

[baddywronglegs]

One of the problems with open source software is it's very often got deep-baked-in features that one developer one time thought were really useful to their specific and idiosyncratic use case of that software, written in a way that no other developer can understand to disentangle, debug or make good for anyone else.

A lot of these developers worked on Firefox. In my time since stopping using Chrome, I've become less and less sure they ever truly worked together.

[niabang]

Nights Like This

Pairings: Chan × fem reader

Summary: Your boyfriend says he's stressed from work, so you help him relieve it.

Warnings: Smut included MINORS DNI. Fluff, aftercare, established relationship, sub chan?, dom reader?, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), use of pet names like "honey," "baby," etc. Creampie, reader is a bit mean and Chan is a big man baby.

MORE UNDER THE CUT!

You were waiting for your boyfriend to get back home from work and counting down the hours till he did because you were worried about him.

You were worried because you texted him earlier in the day to ask how work was going and what he wanted to eat when he got back home.

He replied to you, saying he was stressed, couldn't wait to come back home, and that he didn't know what he wanted to eat just yet.

You told him to give you a call when he figured it out and wished him luck with work.

He called you a few hours later to tell you not to worry about him because he ended up getting dinner with the boys and was already on his way home.

You had dinner on your own and went upstairs to take a shower. Just as you were coming back down to do the dishes, you heard a key turn in the lock. Your baby was back.

"Hi honey." You said to him as he came in.

"Hi baby." He said and gave you a long tight hug plus a peck on your forehead.

You would never get tired of the way he smelt. That musky scent of his sweat mixed with perfume was so intoxicating that it clouded your brain in the best way possible.

"You good?" You asked him as he took off his hands from your waist.

"Yeah, I am, just a little tired, that's all." He said and started making his way upstairs.

"I'm gonna go take a shower then go to bed wanna join me?" He asked from the top of the stairs.

"I thought you said you were tired? And no, I just took one."

"Boo, you're so boring." He replied.

"Stop being a child Chan, go take your your shower." You said.

"Okay, mom." He scoffed.

You weren't looking at him, but you just knew he rolled his eyes before going into your shared bedroom to take his shower. He was such a child sometimes.

You made some hot chocolate for both of you and took it upstairs to your room.

On getting there, you met him putting on a black tank top, and he threw his black chrome hearts hoodie over it. The weather was pretty cold.

"Here you go." You said, handing him a mug, and the two of you retired to the bed.

"What made you so stressed at work today anyway?" You asked.

"I don't know how, but I lost a track, and it happened to be one I didn't backup, so we have to start recording all over again." You don't know why, but you laughed a bit after he said that.

"Are you laughing? What's so funny y/n?" He asked cocking an eyebrow.

"I don't know bro why didn't you back the file up?" You asked, still laughing.

"It's not funny, y/n." He said, looking angry.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." You said and got on him, so you were straddling him.

"Aww, you look so tired, my baby. You need to sleep." You said while pushing his hair away from his forehead so you could leave a peck on it.

Just as you were about to get off your boyfriend so he could get some rest, he used his hands to hold your hips in place.

"Y/n, don't go." He said when you turned to look at him.

"Don't tell me you want another forehead kiss, Chris." You said trying to act cool like a volcano didn't erupt in your stomach, and your kit kat wasn't dripping.

"I like it when you get mad and call me Chris." He said with that cheeky smile you fell for every single time. You just couldn't help it.

"You're so annoying, just go to be -" You couldn't even finish your sentence before he cut you off with a kiss.

"Mhm." You couldn't help but moan. His lips were so soft and warm, and his tongue moved against yours so perfectly every thought in your head vanished.

He started moving your hips back and forth on his crotch and you almost reached the road of no return, but you came back to your senses.

"Wait, chan, we can't be doing this. You're stressed, and you need to rest before you go back to work tomorrow." You said.

"Help me relieve my stress y/n you're the one who can." He said, maintaining eye contact with his beady eyes that you hated so much. Fuck him he knew how to get you and he used his tricks every single time he had the chance to.

"Okay, you got me, but I'll do all the work. Don't move a muscle, okay?" He nodded his head in agreement and you went back to kissing him.

When you felt he was hard enough, and you were wet enough you got off him to take your shorts off, and he took his pants off to reveal his cock and his tip was already glistening with precum.

You were so tempted to take him in your mouth, but you wanted this to be as fast as possible, so you scratched that thought.

You climbed back on top of him and then used your hand to position his cock at your entrance.

"Ah fuck y/n." Chan moaned as he slipped inside you and you gasped as you felt him fill you up.

You held on to the headboard of your bed for more support and started moving up and down slowly to gain a set rhythm.

Once you set the pace for your self you started going faster. You were cock drunk with the way he was stretching you out and hitting your sweet spot every time you came down. You were seeing stars.

"Fuck y/n I'm not going to last if you keep on doing this." Chan said and held your hips to slow you down.

"Good because the idea isn't for you to last." You said and took his hands off you.

You bent down to give him a kiss while rotating your hips and grinding on his cock.

"It feels so good chan. Oh my God." Your legs almost gave up on you right there and then, but you remembered that if you couldn't go on chan would take control and that would defeat the whole point of you doing this so you held on to the headboard for support and went back to the previous pace you set for yourself.

After a while Chan's groans started getting louder, and he started bucking up in to you so you knew he was about to cum.

"Fuck y/n." He groaned as he held your hips down and coated your walls white."

"Mhmm." You moaned as you rode him off his high, and went back down to kiss him before you got off to lie on the bed.

You both let out a sigh once your back hit the bed and chan pulled you in to plant a kiss on your lips.

He had that cheeky smile that you hated on his face again because he knew he won. You wished you could slap it off him.

"You love me so much." He said, teasing you.

"No, I don't, go to bed." You said and turned away from him.

"Come here." He said while laughing and pulled you close to him.

"What?" You asked after turning back to face him.

"I love you." He said while placing his head on your chest and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I know." You replied, not wanting to give into him a second time.

"Say it back." He said.

"No." You shot back at him.

Your boyfriend just loved being a little shit and annoying the fuck out of you, so he did the best thing he could think of which was tickling you because he knew you hated it.

"Okay, okay, chan, stop, I love you too." You said through tears from laughing too much.

"Goodnight, y/n." He said.

"Goodnight, Chan." You replied and ran your hands through his hair till you both fell asleep.

[hai7ani]

Haitani Rindou, Me and My Girlfriend Tokyo Revengers' Ending Special

Your birthday is cold. The wind is big and your jacket is not doing its job good enough. Orangey leaves fall from the trees and they land on your heads. Sweet potatoes have never tasted so sweet before, but he thinks your smile is sweeter.

Tokyo has been getting pretty cold these days, but Rindou is always warm.

"It's soooo cold." You hide your face into his much thicker jacket and mewl like a sweet little kitten seeking for warmth. He reels your body in closer to wrap his arms around your figure, tight. "Told'cha to wear the other jacket." He sways you both around lightly. Your paper bag from Chrome Hearts is heavy and he grabs it off your fingers.

"But I wanted to wear this one for today. You got it for me." You sneak a peek from his chest to look at his face. He rolls his eyes in faux annoyance as you smile cheekily.

Draken is not happy with what he's seeing.

"What the hell? Did this guy just skip the gang meeting to date? That's some lame shit." He clicks his tongue, irritated. A thick vein bulges from his forehead and he starts stomping towards you both, who're standing under a tree all cuddled up together and so, so cozy 一 it's such an eye-sore.

Emma stops him before he can get any closer. "Oh, leave them alone, would you? Let them date in peace. Haitani Ran attended the meeting anyway!" She scolds, hands on her hips. Senju drags along Hinata with sparkly eyes and a wide-open mouth. "Ehhh? She's so pretty! They look so good together."

"Hah? Ya tellin' me four eyes' got a girlfriend?!" Hakkai's strikingly blue eyes almost falls out of his sockets as he witness the scene before him: you're stepping on your tippy toes to place a smooch on Rindou's cheek sweetly, and he's actually smiling like a damn fool. Sanzu only snarls 一 a common reaction for a guy who's just broken up with his girlfriend, while Hanma is busy smirking as he lights up a cigarette. "He's got some balls showing up here all lovey-dovey." ...He'd just broken up with his girlfriend, too.

Mitsuya snickers, "they've been together for a very long time already, I'm surprised you lot just found out about this," while Souya and Nahoya seem normal about it. "Do you guys not follow his SoundCloud? He makes a lot of songs for her. He shared his link with us willingly, too."

Chifuyu pitches in. "Last week they visited the pet shop to get some cat supplies, and he pretended not to know me with his nose up high, but he made me give him a staff discount while she was busy playing with Peke J. Evil person, I say." Baji smacks the back of his head, "that's just you, dude. He said hi to me and Kazutora." The said man raises his hand as a confirmation.

Inui's face does not change. "Draken wasn't around so he doesn't know, but they both came by D&D the other day to make me check on his car. We don't fix cars, bruh, but he still left with his engine problem solved. No idea how, 'cause I didn't do shit. Goofy guy."

Kokonoi sighs. "It's been ages since they've been doing this, guys. Has no one ever realised the freaking hickeys on his neck? He's fuckin' cocky 'bout 'em too."

But as always, Draken is quick to get pissed off even with reason. He scoffs, "So what? We meet up just once a week to talk about the gang. Is it so hard to show up for just two hours every Sunday?"

...Mikey is always faster. He's already looming over you both (in his head he is) while the others are still busy busting their heads over you two.

"You." His voice is flat and his eyes are squinted, very annoyed. He looks like a grumpy child pissed that he didn't get a souvenir from his classmate. It doesn't help that he is much shorter than your boyfriend as well.

"What the hell are you doing here? If you wanna skip a meeting at least don't show up at our venue to show off. Are you asking for a beating?"

You poke your head out from his jacket just enough to take a quick look at Mikey who is standing behind you both, arms crossed while tapping his feet on the ground. Rindou turns his head and eyes the growing crowd who're slowly circling around you both.

Shion and Izana shrug simultaneously with their hands in the air when Rindou glares at them. 'We didn't say shit,' but his best friend mouths to him anyway, 'dumbass'. And for once, Kakucho is laughing.

From the corner of his eyes he can see Ran slowly approach you both, left behind by the crowd while sucking on a popsicle at this weather like the maniac he is. He quickly stands properly to fix on your clothing gently without letting you go from the confines of his jacket 一 to keep you warm like the loving boyfriend he is or to keep your face hidden like the petty boyfriend he is, you're not too sure.

He faces the crowd with you hiding behind his back, eyes wide as you listen.

"It's my girl's birthday today." He simply mutters, loud enough for the crowd to hear. No attitude, no eye roll 一 just five words, plain and simple.

"Huh?" The steam rising off of Mikey's head vanishes like a fire being put off by water, and Draken's expression significantly drops. He immediately coughs into his fist and bows a little when he sees you looking at him, pretty eyes folded into thin crescents as you pat on your boyfriend's back a little, whispering into his ear to ease up.

"What? I can't take you out to shop on your birthday now?" He says it to you with the expression of a sad little mistreated puppy and you try your best to shut him up while laughing. "Yes, yes you can. Now quiet, be nice to them." You say between giggles.

"Sorry. Happy birthday." Mikey immediately apologises, dazed. You snicker against Rindou's back and try your hardest to nod as a courtesy with your face half-hidden.

He still has something to say, though 一 like the big boy who doesn't like being misunderstood that he is 一 despite your best efforts on making him play nice and not be rude to his friends.

"I didn't come all the way here to show off, baka. We're waiting for this guy to celebrate together." He explains, one finger pointing to his nonchalant brother, as you both meet with Ran under the lamppost.

"And, dating isn't lame. Still being single is." His gaze switches to Emma who is playing with the buttons of her cardigan silently behind Draken, with a teasing smirk on his face.

"Asshole-"

"Bye. Don't follow us." He mocks the way Draken's mouth moves with a grin and you hit his arm while lightly bowing to the others as a goodbye.

"She looks so familiar." Takemichi whispers as he watch the three of you take off, and Hinata hums for him to continue. "I feel like I've seen her before."

Mikey looks at him with a soft smile on his face, as he takes a glance back at the rest who are still discussing about you two. They're all loud and boisterous, but they're having fun, and they're alive.

And suddenly the wires connect in his head.

Yeah, that's right. In the timeline before this, the timeline before that, and in all the timelines he's met with the Haitani Brothers, he's seen you too. You and Rindou side by side, and you're always together with Ran. You and him were never together before this because of your disapproval on their dangerous gang activities, but you are together now, in this timeline, where Ran and Rindou aren't just juvie kids and they're no longer cold-blooded murderers.

Mikey knows that too.

"Finally a happy timeline, right, Takemicchi?"

i'm extremely late to this but happy 2 years since tr ended and also not much tags cus idk what this is honestly. just read for fun LOL :p

[taiyaakii]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Im sorry baby ! . . . ( 西村力 )

— pairing: 西村力 x reader — contains: Fighting, mean ki, angst — now playing: 一子青葉

Sitting on your boyfriend's bedroom floor holding back tears wasn't entirely how you wanted to spend your Friday night.

This fight was stupid, you both knew it and yet it still happened. Granted of course couples fight, it's just what happens. But never has Riki yelled at you like that, over something that wasn't even your fault.

"Riki please, I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong."

"I get that, but I've already told you it doesn't matter. Why do you always have to be so damn clingy all the time." Anger laced his voice

"It does matter Niki. It matters when it's hurting you."

"Don't call me that damnit." Using his nickname struck a chord with him. He hated it when you used his nickname. It felt more intimate when you called him Riki or Ki. No one else did, everyone else called him Niki so using his real name and not his stage name felt so good, refreshing almost.

He left the room without saying any more, slamming the door harder than he wanted to.

And now you were left alone on his bedroom floor in his chrome hearts hoodie.

You knew he wasn't in the right headspace, he was tired and stressed. You knew that but you couldn't do anything about it until he talked to you, until he said asked you to help. Riki's never been super open about his feelings but you'd always get him to open up eventually. He's never held them back this much before.

Eventually, you decided to check on him. You wanted to follow him originally but thought he needed space so you left him alone.

You opened the door slowly, peeking your head out first. He was sitting on the couch with his legs up and his head in his hands, pressing up against his eyes, his brows were furrowed, almost as if he was crying. TV was so loud, he hadn't noticed the door opening so you continued. Slowly closing the door behind you, walking up to the corner where the hallway and living space meet.

"Ki?" Hoping the use of the sweet nickname would keep him from getting angry again.

He didn't answer but instead just looked up at you, eyes wet, cheeks pink, lips red and puffy. You were right, he was crying.

Crying wasn't something Riki did, the only times you saw him cry was when he was missing his family, or overly stressed, and you were the same. Tears just never came easy for you, it's something you've been ridiculed for. Being called "Cold" or "Emotionless" was something you became used to, but seeing Riki cry made tears well up in your eyes. You choked them back and went to sit next to him.

He didn't spare you a glance, still spacing off.

You felt so bad. A sinking feeling forms in your stomach. You contemplated just leaving but realistically that wouldn't help anything. Instead, you sat there, contemplating what you would say.

"I'm sorry Ki"

"Stop." He still sounded angry, your stomach churning as you frown slightly.

A short silence, then he follows up with "You have nothing to be sorry for." He felt so guilty. He knew it wasn't your fault he feels like shit, it wasn't your fault he was stressed and overworked but he still took it out on you.

"I made you upset though, I didn't mean to I swear" You sounded so defeated, almost like a child after getting scolded. His heart broke into a million pieces hearing you blame yourself for his outburst. "No no this isn't your fault. I promise it's not you" He finally looked at you. His usual blank gaze transformed into what looked like a puppy dog. His eyes were still wet and brows furrowed with worry and guilt.

You looked back at him with tears welling, he didn't understand how he could treat you, the love of his life, the way he did.

After the dreadful silence, you decided you'd just leave. You didn't want to but the pain of seeing him like this was too much, especially when you couldn't help him.

Riki grabbed your arm, with pleading eyes screaming for you not to go, whether he said it or not. "Where are you going?"

"I was gonna give you space."

He sits on the couch properly and hugs your waist. "Please don't go" His voice was wobbly and quiet "Ki..."

"Please, baby. I love you so much and I promise I'll show it properly." You start to run your hands through his hair, massaging the nape of his neck.

"And I'll make it up to you too. It wasn't" He choked on his words "It wasn't right for me to take my stress out on you. You're perfect and you're the only thing that makes me feel right. Please don't leave."

You've never seen him so needy, so clingy. He always clung to you but this is different. He sounded desperate for you. Like he'd die if you walked away "I'm not gonna leave Ki."

He gripped onto your waist tighter "But, I'm your girlfriend Ki. If you're hurting you can tell me... I know work is busy. I know they're overworking you but next just talk to me. Please baby, I love you, and seeing you like this sucks." You move one of your hands to his bicep and start rubbing circles with your thumb, his muscles were sore from dance practice.

"I care about you, and I don't want to fight with you. Especially over this."

"I know, I'll tell you next time. Okay? I'll tell you everything that's going on. I promise" He lifted the sweatshirt you were wearing a little, wearing nothing under, he kissed the side of your stomach.

"Thank you, baby."

He mumbles a small, sleepy "Of course..." while he's still kissing the side of your stomach.

"Let's go to sleep, baby." You say while slightly pushing his head away from your stomach "Mmm okay" He picks you up, burying his head in your neck as he walks to his room.

He lays you down on the bed, laying on top of you, cuddling into you like a little baby. He would never admit it but he loved it when you baby-ied him. Sure in front of the other members, he'd hate it but when you guys are alone and he gets to just be lovey and cheesy, it means so much to him.

"I love you, Ki, so much" When he didn't respond you lifted his hair up to see him just to realize he had already fallen asleep.

Whenever he cries he usually falls asleep in your arms within minutes so this was nothing new.

You kissed his head, while still playing with his hair. You fall asleep in his arms, and at the end of the night, you care for Riki so much and only want the best for him. Fights are going to happen. It's inevitable, but luckily for you, Riki always knew how to make things better, how to make you feel better, he loves you so much, and he'd do anything for you.

-

The next day after school you walk into the house after Riki walks you home just to see a huge container of Smiski blind boxes and flowers on the counter, with a note saying "I love you, baby :)"

You could never stay mad at him

@ featki

Note: This was kinda rushed and not proofread... sorryyyy !! Been thinking ab this for awhile so wanted to write it. ALSO Niki kissing your stomach is NOT meant to be taken in a suggestive way at all. It's cute so don't take it weirdly.

[commodorez]

Why Firefox?

Firefox isn't trying to take away my ad blocking software, forcing me to wade through advertisements to traverse the web. I rarely have to stop and put up with ads in my day to day browsing experience. Google has made it very clear that they don't want you to have that power.

I'm very used to a specific UI in my browser, and I'm able to tweak Firefox to my needs. I don't use tabs when I'm at home, and being able to eliminate the tab bar can totally be done with Firefox (I won't elaborate on that here). However, there are many other things I can add to Firefox to improve my experience!

You know how sometimes you want to download an image on a webpage, but you can't right click on it, or it's hidden behind another element? I've got a Firefox tool for that called Right-click boroscope.

Don't want scripts to load in on a page, and cause havoc? Firefox has me covered again with NoScript.

I want to immediately reverse image search something I find regurgitated here on tumblr, in search of the original? There's a TinEye extension for Firefox to do that and save time.

For using tumblr more efficiently, there's XKit Rewritten. In Firefox.

Sick of Youtube's shitty search suggestions, and shorts being pushed? There's a Youtube Search Fixer add-on for Firefox for that.

I've also got the Wayback Machine integrated into Firefox.

The thing is, whatever reasons I enumerate to use Firefox, there are another hundred good reasons that other folks can add to this list no problem.

In some ways, it sucks that I should have to make so many modifications to my web browser to make it suitable for taking control within the modern webscape, but it also says alot that I have the freedom to make those modifications to my browser should I so choose. At work I'm forced to use chrome, and even though I'm only browsing ad-free internal corporate pages to get my job done, I still can't stand that experience.

We should be free to control our web browsing experiences. If a company finds a mantra like "don't be evil" too restrictive, maybe I don't want to help perpetuate their advertising machine (and don't think for a second that chrome isn't part of said machine). The web is supposed to be this free and open place, and it sure as hell isn't helped by browser monoculture. I really don't like the idea of supporting a monopolistic browsing experience that is the sea of chrome clones. Everything else seems to have turned into another chrome.

Fuck that noise.

So I will continue to use Firefox.

[thesilverlady]

"always blaming religion"

bro if you don't see the flaws of the faith of the seven and how the maesters abused the trust and the faith people and lords had over the Gods to run their institute that's a you problem.

Jaehaerys & Alysanne were perfectly fine people before Jaehaerys was crowned and had to have a maester by his side who ended up becoming his bestie.

Alysanne too indulged and embraced the faith. The reason for both was the dark history that existed between the faith and their dead uncle, Maegor. By embracing the faith and attempting to be more friendly they thought they wouldn't have the problems their past ancestors did.

It worked for the most part, but at the same time because of them they ended up having an extreme amount of power and influence to the rulers and for the next generations to come.

I'm not saying the solution would have been to ignore them, because that would have triggered another chain of events. But to think the faith didn't have a huge amount of influence on both of them (especially Jaehaerys) is at best naive.

no faith encourages bad parenting in fiction or irl. But based on how people or in this case, characters use that faith to influence their decision making. it has an effect.

it's easy to mark Jaehaerys as misogynistic and move on. He wasn't born like this in the world and in the early years he didn't even show signs. So why when his daughters came around his tone changed? I'll tell you, because the faith had gotten so deep rooted into his head that he was judging his daughter based on lenses the faith of the seven had.

"all their daughters are of no use to them. to the point of not allowing them even a dragon"

jeez I wonder who discouraged the idea of their daughters having a dragon thus making them powerful and independent 🤔

Edit: I just realized you drew this artwork So I feel the need to apologize for throwing discourse under it. idk why I didn't notice it sooner that you were the creator but I originally assumed you were some random person who jumped into this.

Anyways, I now also read the caption because, yes I didn't read it before 💀 And I really should have because your stance is quite clear. I 100% still stand by what I said but I wouldn't have reblogged this with my thoughts had I paid attention, so apologize for that

The daughter who followed her parents' teachings to the letter of being considered a goddess and marrying her brother, but was punished by her parents for it. Logic when? You deserve much more, my little girl

[ni-kisno1fan14007]

Please don't stop

pairings: idolbf!Riki x gf!reader

warnings: borderline smut (really suggestive), a lot of kissing, skinship, making out, fingering

now playing: Aphrodite by RINI

Stripped down to your panties, with Riki's hands all over your body was not what you were expecting when he came to your apartment covered in sweat, after an extremely strenuous dance practice with his bandmates. His eyes that held nothing but love for you, now burned with lust, dark brown pupils blown as he smothered you with his lips the moment he laid his eyes on you. His large veiny hands pulling at your thin camisole before he yanked it off, lifting you up with your thighs wrapped around his waist. "Riki.. R-".. his lips crash against yours, unable to fight off your strong boyfriend you give in to the feeling.. the feeling of his large hands digging to the curve of your hips, with his lips pressed against your jaw and neck, sharp teeth nibbling on your skin.

You weren't used to this, unfamiliar to the feeling of a man's hands on your body, on your intimate areas, mind growing hazy at the feeling of his lips leaving hickeys on your exposed neck and shoulders. His rough hands grabbing cupping on your breasts, squeezing hard as your nails dug into his forearms. "You are mine.. you hear me?'.. his voice deep and possessive as he speaks for the first time since you saw him today. You nod weakly.. "yes love.. 'm all yours", pulling on his shirt in a silent plea to take it off. He pulls off his black chrome hearts Tee, showing his toned body, fuck he looked so good, a thin sheen of sweat on his body, veins rippling on his arms and neck, with his skin sun kissed and glowing. His torso muscular and defined with veins leading to his crotch, that was hard and bulging out of his pants, the sight had wetness pooling at your panties, sticky and warm, seeping into his sheets. You needed this man and you need him now.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him.. fingers trailing down to pull up your panties, wedging it between your folds making you gasp as it rubs against your clit, you squirm under him soft moans escaping your lips. "R.. Riki.. s.. stop.. i.. it's my first time-".. "Then I'll make you feel real good baby... real.. real good". His fingers push your panties inside, the cotton rubbing against your inner walls, the sensation painfully pleasurable as arousal leaks out of your pulsating hole. He pulls out your panties, sliding them down your legs, revealing your core tiny, tight and dripping all for his taking. He spread open your lower lips, revealing his way to feel heaven.

[asha-mage]

Johnny: "Ever think back, about why we did it?" Rogue: "Did what?" Johnny: "Why we took on the corps- strapped in leather, chrome and iron." Rogue: "Dunno Johnny. We where young. Hot blood in our veins, shit judgement in our heads. Like all pups." Johnny: "We fought for beauty. Not knowing what was good or true. It was only the beautiful that meant a damn thing to us."

I've been thinking about this exchange non stop for days now. It comes right in the middle of Johnny, Rouge, and Weylan's final raid on Arasaka Tower, and in a moment of rare self reflection for Johnny right before the end. Rogue assumes he's just being nostalgic of course, and tells him to focus on the task at hand, but the truth is that in this moment Johnny is riding the 'last job' high and seems to realize what exactly it is he's fighting for. Not his survival, not his ideals, not to punish Arasaka for what they did to Alt or him- but for beauty. For life. For V's life.

Because Johnny does view V's life as fundamentally beautiful, as worth fighting for. It's why he rages at Alt when he learns the truth, why he desperately tries to reason with V at their lowest, and why, in one final act of rocker boy defiance, he marches to the edge of the Blackwall, rather then take V's final chance away. Johnny fundamentally views six months of V getting to keep living, keep fighting, keep being stubbornly insistently themselves, as more beautiful then a second chance for himself. The final raid on Arasaka Tower, destroying Mikoshi- it's his swan song, his final blaze of glory- his farewell to a world he left behind a long time ago, and that left him behind.

In this moment, Johnny sounds and feels fundamentally free in a way he hasn't all game. Because he realizes he's once again fighting for what that is beautiful, and that is what gives him the determination to kill Smasher and finally bring Arasaka down. That he's doing it for V.

[autolenaphilia]

The main reason to use Firefox and Linux and other free and open source software is that otherwise the big tech monopolies will fuck you as the customer over in search of profits. They will seek to control how you use their products and sell your data. When a company dominates the market, things can only get worse for ordinary people.

Like take Google Chrome for example, which together with its chromium reskins dominate the web browser market. Google makes a lot of money from ads, and consequently the company hates adblockers. They already are planning to move to manifest V3, which will nerf adblockers significantly. The manifest V3 compatible chrome version of Ublock Orgin is a "Lite" version for a reason. Ublock's Github page has an entire page explaining why the addon works best in Firefox.

And Google as we speak are trying to block adblockers from working on Youtube, If you want to continue blocking Youtube ads, and since Youtube ads make the site unuseable you ought to want that, it makes the most sense to not use a browser controlled by Google.

And there is no reason to think things won't get worse. There is for example nothing stopping Google from kicking adblockers off their add-on stores completely. They do regard it as basically piracy if the youtube pop-ups tell us anything, so updating the Chrome extensions terms of service to ban adblocking is a natural step. And so many people seem to think Chrome is the only browser that exists, so they are not going to switch to alternatives, or if they do, they will switch to another chrominum-based browser.

And again, they are fucking chromium itself for adblockers with Manifest V3, so only Firefox remains as a viable alternative. It's the only alternative to letting Google control the internet.

And Microsoft is the same thing. I posted before about their plans to move Windows increasingly into the cloud. This already exists for corporate customers, as Windows 365. And a version for ordinary users is probably not far off. It might not be the only version of Windows for awhile, the lack of solid internet access for a good part of the Earth's population will prevent it. But you'll probably see cheap very low-spec chromebookesque laptops running Windows for sale soon, that gets around Windows 11's obscene system requirements by their Windows being a cloud-based version.

And more and more of Windows will require Internet access or validation for DRM reasons if nothing else. Subscription fees instead of a one-time license are also likely. It will just be Windows moving in the direction Microsoft Office has already gone.

There is nothing preventing this, because again on the desktop/laptop market Windows is effectively a monopoly, or a duopoly with Apple. So there is no competition preventing Microsoft from exercising control over Windows users in the vein of Apple.

For example, Microsoft making Windows a walled garden by only permitting programs to be installed from the Microsoft Store probably isn't far off. This already exists for Win10 and 11, it's called S-mode. There seem to be more and more laptops being sold with Windows S-mode as the default.

Now it's not the only option, and you can turn it off with some tinkering, but there is really nothing stopping Microsoft from making it the only way of using Windows. And customers will probably accept it, because again the main competition is Apple where the walled garden has been the default for decades.

Customers have already accepted all sorts of bad things from Microsoft, because again Windows is a near-monopoly, and Apple and Google are even worse. That’s why there has been no major negative reaction to how Windows has increasingly spies on its users.

Another thing is how the system requirements for Windows seem to grow almost exponentially with each edition, making still perfectly useable computers unable to run the new edition. And Windows 11 is the worst yet. Like it's hard to get the numbers of how many computers running Win10 can't upgrade to Win11, but it's probably the majority of them, at least 55% or maybe even 75%. This has the effect of Windows users abandoning still perfectly useable hardware and buying new computers, creating more e-waste.

For Windows users, the alternative Windows gives them is to buy a new computer or get another operating system, and inertia pushes them towards buying another computer to keep using Windows. This is good for Windows and the hardware manufacturers selling computers with Windows 11 pre-installed, they get to profit off people buying Windows 11 keys and new computers, while the end-users have to pay, as does the environment. It’s planned obsolescence.

And it doesn’t have to be like that. Linux distros prove that you can have a modern operating system that has far lower hardware requirements. Even the most resource taxing Linux distros, like for example Ubuntu running the Gnome desktop, have far more modest system requirements than modern Windows. And you can always install lightweight Linux Distros that often have very low system requirements. One I have used is Antix. The ballooning Windows system requirements comes across as pure bloat on Microsoft’s part.

Now neither Linux or Firefox are perfect. Free and open source software don’t have a lot of the polish that comes with the proprietary products of major corporations. And being in competition with technology monopolies does have its drawbacks. The lacking website compatibility with Firefox and game compatibility with Linux are two obvious examples.

Yet Firefox and Linux have the capacity to grow, to become better. Being open source helps. Even if Firefox falls, developers can create a fork of it. If a Linux distro is not to your taste, there is usually another one. Whereas Windows and Chrome will only get worse as they will continue to abuse their monopolistic powers over the tech market.

[1arkspur-aconitum]

WHAT ELYSIUM HAVE YOU KNOWN? (s.r.)

SOULS OF POETS DEAD AND GONE, WHAT ELYSIUM HAVE YOU KNOWN?

[PART THREE OF THREE]

IN WHICH: Spencer discovers just how fun her previous profession can be, and cannot wait to get her back to the hotel...

PAIRING: Season3!SpencerReid/Fem!BAU!OC

CATEGORY: Smut (18+, NSFW)

CONTENT: Swearing, established secret relationship, lap dance, Spencer being an awkward fucking nerd, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected penetrative sex (wear a condom kids), fact-fucking, desperate, less experienced Spencer

WORD COUNT: 10k...(my god, that's a lot of words)

PUBLISHED: 16/10/2024

‘Alright.’ I say as I lock the door behind us, pulling the small blind across the window to ensure our privacy. No one is going to be walking in on us anytime soon. ‘Here we are.’

The room is dimly lit by a single, flickering red bulb, casting the entire space in a deep, sultry glow. A raised platform dominates the right side of the room, a glistening chrome pole standing to attention in the centre, and an entire wall of mirrors reflecting the stage behind it. Aimed at the platform is a well worn two-person leather sofa, the material cracked around the seams.

The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and perfume. It’s a far cry from the sterile halls of Quantico, but there’s a strange sense of familiarity that washes over me as I take it all in. I’ve been here so many times that I’m suddenly twenty one again. 

I turn to look at Spencer, tucking the key on top of the door jamb. He’s standing awkwardly where I left him, his eyes darting around the room as he takes in every little detail with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. I can almost hear the gears turning in his mind as he processes this unfamiliar environment.

His glasses magnify his wide eyes, only making him look even more like a rabbit caught in truck headlights, unsure of what to do or where to go. He’s so out of his element, it’s adorable.

It also breaks my heart a little.

‘Come on.’ I murmur, taking his hand and guiding him towards the sofa. Spencer follows willingly, his fingers tightening around mine as if he never wants to let go. I push Spencer to sit on the sofa, settling myself down next to him. ‘You need to calm down, sweetheart.’

‘I…I don’t know what to do…’ He says, voice barely above a whisper. The room is quiet, expectant. It hangs as heavy as cigarette smoke. When he looks at me, I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. Spencer nearly always knows what to do. It comforts him. Yet here, he is so out of his depth that he’s at a loss. It must be terrifying. Spencer looks down. 

‘That’s alright. You’re okay. You don’t have to do anything.’ I take a sip of my drink, the pinkish liquid catching the dim light, and watch him watch the floor. ‘It’s me, Spencer. I get that everything’s kinda scary, but I’m not, am I?’

He mumbles something, shuffling his feet on the carpet.

‘Spencer?’

‘Sometimes you can be scary…’ He says, a little bit louder this time, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips. I laugh, rolling my eyes at him. He’s not exactly wrong.

‘Okay, so I’m kind of scary, but I’m still me. You trust me?’

‘Of course.’ He says it so quickly that it’s all I can do not to smother him with kisses immediately. Spencer doubletakes when he sees me watching, catching something in my gaze that I didn’t know was there. He smiles privately–adorably. ‘I trust you. I’m just…this is all new to me.’

‘Well, it’s not new to me.’ I remind him, taking another sip of my drink. The alcohol burns. Spencer does the same, eyebrows tensing for a second as whatever is in his glass scours down his throat. I lean towards him, resting my free hand on his elbow. ‘Part of this job is profiling. It’s…learning how to make people comfortable. If you want to stop at any point, just say. I want this to be good for you, Spence.’

‘I know, I know.’ He forces himself to take a deep breath, clearly trying to force away any unwanted anxiety. When his eyes meet mine, there’s a determination I didn’t see there before. ‘And it will be good, because it’s you.’

I smile, my heart melting at his words, and reach out to pull him towards me. We kiss, and it’s tender, gentle, if a little bit sticky from our drinks. Another layer of tension leaves him as he hums into the kiss. Before he can get too carried away, I pull back, smoothing a hand casually down his chest. It’s an intentional move, one I’ve done so many times, and it works. He relaxes a little more. 

‘I’m going to put some music on, would you like another drink?’ I ask, gesturing to the small mini-fridge tucked away in the darkest corner. 

‘I…yes, please.’ Spencer decides.

I press a kiss to his cheek before sauntering over to the mini fridge. When I bend over to grab him a beer, I make sure he has an excellent view of my arse. Spencer’s bottom lip is between his teeth when I turn around. Hook, line, and sinker.

With a wicked grin, I open the drink and pass it to him, but I don’t take the seat next to him again. Instead, I quickly set up the sound system (thank God they haven’t updated it) and soon enough the slow, rhythmic sounds of my playlist fill the room. The music is heady, ethereal, and I feel as if we should be listening to them through a screen of smoke.

‘You need to relax, sweetheart.’ I pad back over to him. He’s sitting ramrod straight on the sofa, gripping the neck of the bottle as if it might sprout legs and run away from him. 

I sit next to him and gently push his shoulders back onto the sofa. Once he’s settled, I curve myself around him, draping my arm across the back so that my fingers can softly, idly, thread through his hair. The skirt of my dress slips back even further when I cross my legs. My free hand starts to trace light circles on his thigh. 

‘I’m trying.’ He sighs, turning pitiful eyes on me. 

I debate for a second, settling in closer to him, running a tantalising finger up and down his leg. His body stiffens for a second before relaxing into the touch. 

‘Tell me a fact I don’t know about space.’

‘What?’

‘You heard me.’

‘You want a space fact…now?’

‘You always feel more comfortable when you’re telling me facts, so indulge me.’

‘I…Space is a very broad topic…’

‘Alright, tell me a fact about Jupiter—it is my favourite planet, after all.’

‘You have a favourite planet?’

‘Don’t you?’ 

‘I…no…?’ Spencer gives me an incredulous look, his glasses only making it doubly attractive, but I am unrelenting. He sighs, leaning his head back against the sofa, and pursing his lips. ‘Uh…alright, alright–did you know Jupiter’s third largest moon, Io, is the most volcanically active body in the solar system?’

I didn’t know that. ‘Really? How so?’

‘It has over 400 active volcanoes on its surface.’ Spencer explains, voice gaining in enthusiasm. ‘It’s part of the reason why it’s coloured the way it is, all of the sulphur and gases the volcanoes eject ends up coating the surface, giving it that distinctive yellowish-red colour. The volcanoes also produce a large gas cloud around the moon itself, meaning that it’s highly radioactive–it gives off about 3,600 rem of radiation a day, and the average lethal dose is only 400-500…I think that’s pretty cool.’

‘I think it’s cool too, Spence.’ I half-smile, still casually running my fingers through his impossibly soft hair. My plan worked. Obviously. Spencer has lost a lot of the tension from his shoulders, even leaning his head further into my hand like a cat who’s being scratched in just the right spot. ‘Alright…so, do any other moons of Jupiter have volcanoes?’

‘No, actually, not that we know. Jupiter has a ridiculous amount of moons–95 officially recognised moons, though the smallest of which only has a diameter of 1.2 miles.’

‘Oh, really, that small, huh?’ I murmur, leaning in a little closer, watching his hands dance in the space before us. I’m proud of myself for getting him to open up. Spencer always wants to share his knowledge. It lights him up, makes him seem the most at ease. I wonder if he even remembers where he is right now. 

I’m close enough to him that I can feel the warmth radiating from his body, the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. Spencer’s eyes flicker up to mine and I can’t see any trace of that nervous energy he had in them before. Taking a risk, I let the hand in his hair slowly drift down to his jaw, my callused fingertips softened by his warm skin. I trace a small heart into his cheek. His eyes flutter shut briefly. 

‘I never get bored around you.’ I say, voice raw with emotion. He looks at me with a softness that threatens to make my stomach twist, mouth slightly parted. My thumb stills. I can see the flecks of amber in his eyes, the soft shade of his lashes. ‘I’m always learning. You’re so smart.’

‘I just…I just know a lot of things.’ His eyes drop to my mouth, before flickering away. ‘It’s what I do.’

‘And you do it so well.’ 

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of his drink. Spencer groans against me, a hand falling to my knee and pulling. He wants me in his lap as he kisses me, lips parting eagerly before his tongue swoops in. I don’t let him pull me where he wants me. Not yet.

Instead, I lean back a little, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. For a moment we simply sit there, wrapped in each other, the music swirling around us. The world aside begins to fade away. 

But I have a job to do. 

I break the kiss gently. Spencer grumbles and tries to recapture my lips, but I insist. He looks at me with a question in his eyes, and I answer with a glimmer of mischief in my own. 

‘I think it’s time I earn my keep, don’t you?’ I purr, my voice low and seductive. Flirtatiously, I carefully straighten his tie. Push his glasses up his nose. 

Spencer’s eyes widen as if he’s just seen me strip naked in the middle of the bullpen, as if he’s only just remembered that we’re sitting on a sofa in the private room of a strip club. The fear quickly dissipates into excitement, though, and it bolsters my courage. Spencer’s Adam’s apple bobs as he glances over to where the pole beckons me. 

‘I…yes.’ He manages to say, his voice barely a whisper underneath the trance-like music. 

I finish my drink in a single swallow and slowly untangle myself from my lover. 

It’s game time, and adrenaline thrums through me, as intoxicating as any kind of drug. My previous nerves have been numbed a little by the gin, but I’m still overly careful as I pick my way up the small steps to the stage. I really don’t want to fall. Spencer’s eyes are heavy on my spine, the direct focus burning a brand into my flesh. It’s a familiar feeling but one that I haven’t experienced in a long time, and it ignites a fire within me.

I reach the centre of the stage and am no longer Dr. Juniper Bishop. I am Cassandra–the girl who works here nearly every night to pay her rent at her little cheap apartment, the girl who knows how to use her body to get what she wants and has no shame about it, the girl who uses music and seduction to forget. The girl who can dance. 

And dance I shall.

The pole itself is cold beneath my hands, but familiarly so. I circle it a few times, getting a feel for the music, for the atmosphere. I know how to do this. I am good at this. Music washes away all my residual anxiety. When I look at him, Spencer is watching intently, a mask of desire. That bodes well.  I take a deep breath and let the rhythm take control. 

I start slowly. Teasingly. It’s always better to make them wait, to build up that tension. I’ve learnt that it makes the release that much more exciting. The music guides my movements, the heels accentuating my legs, reminding me to use every asset to my advantage. I dance languidly around the pole, starting with easier, calmer movements. Nothing too intense yet.

My body sways to the beat, hips rocking in time with the ethereal sound. As I shift, pulling myself briefly off of the ground to swing around the pole, I let a hand drift down my body. I can feel the heat of Spencer’s gaze lingering on my curves, tracing the path of my hand as it travels further and further down. He shifts in his seat, eyes wide, lips parted. Absolutely captivated.

I let myself get lost in the adrenaline-fuelled scenario, in the hypnotic rhythm. My movements become more fluid, more sensual. I grow more confident. I carefully, impossibly slowly, begin to remove the dress. I incorporate it into the dance, using it as a prop, letting it slide teasingly over my skin before finally letting it fall in a puddle around my feet. 

The fabric pools on the stage, revealing the lingerie I picked out specifically for him. The dark green lace and intricate beadwork catch the light, shimmering enticingly. When I hear Spencer’s breath hitch in his throat, I know I’ve chosen correctly. Now that the dress is off, I can be a little bolder. 

I arch my back, showcasing my curves, before starting to get more adventurous with my movements. I climb the pole easily, heels clacking together, before I begin a series of moves I’ve always adored. A twist here, fast at certain points, before slowing it right down. A turn there, carefully curated to draw attention to my arse, a flick of hair off of my shoulder. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had this kind of power over someone, this kind of control. 

It’s exhilarating.

When I look back at Spencer, I nearly lose my grip. 

He’s sprawled out across the back of the sofa, tie loose and a few buttons of his shirt undone. One of those gorgeous hands of his is holding his jaw shut, the other slung across his stomach like a restraint. His expressive eyes are narrowed behind his glasses. I recognise the look immediately. It’s the look he gets when he’s dedicating everything he is seeing to memory, making a conscious effort to pick up every tiny detail. 

Spencer is drinking it all in. Hungry. Intense. Committing it all so he can rewatch it whenever he pleases. The thought of him lying in his bed, replaying every second of this, turns me on. God, I can’t wait until we get back to the hotel…

At the end of the next song, I relinquish my grip on the pole and start to make my way towards him. I move gracefully, swaying my hips seductively, as I keep my eyes locked with his. I hope he knows this is all for him, and only for him. Spencer’s expression doesn’t change, but the closer I get, the more I can see that his pupils are so dilated. He’s enthralled. Time for the next part.

Now that I am close enough, I start to give him a lap dance. I might be good at the pole, but this is where I really excelled. It’s all about the teasing. Slow, leisurely movements. My hand drifts across his chest, down his thighs, wherever I can touch, but barely more than a light brush. Spencer simply sits there and watches, knuckles turning white.

‘You can touch me, Spence.’ I reassure him as I settle down into his lap, still shifting in time to the music, giving him an eye full of my cleavage. 

Spencer’s hands jump to my bare hips, gripping so tightly that I think he’s going to leave bruises. His head is rocked back against the sofa, pupils wide as he watches me dance on him. The way he bites his bottom lip only serves to make me more confident. I rock against him, using my hands to guide him to the plush curve of my arse.

Spencer lets out a shuddering breath as his hands eagerly roam across my bare skin, kneading so hard it almost hurts. I love it. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me, can’t stop his hands from tugging at the hem of my lingerie, nails scraping the back of my thighs. I chuckle, curving myself carefully off of him so that I can pad around the back of the sofa, hands trailing across his chest. 

‘God–’ He says as I lean over him from behind, cheek pressed against his, hands sliding down the front of his shirt to splay across his upper thighs. I can tell how desperately he wants me back in his lap, but I make him wait a little. I ghost a kiss to the shell of his ear. Spencer turns his chin towards me, trying to kiss me properly, but I dance out of the way. 

Spencer’s eyes don’t leave me for a second as I come back around to his front, this time simply sitting on one of his thighs. His hands drop to my waist, a breathless sound falling from his mouth as I slowly, torturously, lean backwards, running my own hand down the swell of my chest, towards the apex of my thighs. His nails bite into my skin.

‘You’re–you’re stunning.’ Spencer breathes as I sit up, leaning towards him so my back curves. One of his hands lifts from my waist to tangle in the loose strands of my hair. He pulls me towards him, pressing a feverish kiss to my throat. The hint of stubble scratches my skin.

‘Thank you,’ I breathe, grinding on his thigh just a little as his tongue darts out to lick where he just kissed. I’m impossibly smug with myself. One of my hands slides into his hair, tilting his head up towards me. ‘Kiss me?’

I don’t have to ask again. His mouth is desperate against mine, breathy sounds of pleasure slipping between us as he tries to hold all of me in both of his hands. I open up to him, showing him how much I want him to claim me. He shudders.  I continue to move slightly to the music, but it’s hard to focus when it’s so clear how much all of my dancing has had an effect on the normally calm, composed Dr. Reid. 

I let myself get lost in the moment for a few beats. It feels divine to know how much he wants me, to know how much he desires me. I tug on his hair, moaning despite myself, pressing myself closer and rolling my hips. God, it would be so easy to lose control now, to not wait until we get back to the hotel, but I can’t.

Reluctantly I pull away, pressing a thumb to his mouth to stop him chasing after me.

‘Believe me,’ I breathe as I push myself off of his leg, still swaying in time to the music. I step between his spread legs and lower myself down. ‘I would love to continue doing that, but we can’t.’

‘What?’ Spencer chokes out as my hands slide down the inside of his thigh. He’s smart, he can work it out. That is, unless desire has completely clouded his brain. ‘What do you mean?’

‘We’re in a strip club, Spencer, there are rules.’ I remind him, voice low and sultry. I rise again, turning around to perch myself on his other leg, nails scraping the back of his neck. ‘You can look,’ I draw his eyes to my chest with a casual brush of my hands. ‘You can touch,’ I bring one of his hands from my hip to one of my thighs, and he hums in pleasure. ‘But you can’t fuck. Not here, at least.’

‘But–’ Spencer huffs, unashamedly scouring every part of me. It surprises me to hear a protest coming from him–Spencer isn’t usually adventurous, preferring to let me take the reins, so the notion of him considering fucking me here, in a strip-club blows my mind. In a good way, though. Heat pools between my thighs.

‘Think of the germs, sweetheart.’ I tease, toying with the silk of his tie again. Spencer glowers at me. He hates being reminded of any kind of bacteria–it’s one of the few things that can make him squirm. Spencer opens his mouth to retort, but I cut him off with a gentle kiss. ‘Don’t worry, I can do this part at home.’

‘Wha–really?’ He asks, voice barely audible above the music, his hands trailing over me as if it’s the first time he’s touching me. 

‘Of course,’ I say in a soft purr, kissing his cheek. I shift again, climbing off of his lap and turning around so my back is to him. I press myself against his crotch, spreading my legs and leaning forward so he can follow the curve of my spine. ‘Any time you like…’

‘I–I don’t–’ Spencer groans, big hands sliding across my back, pushing me even further forward. It’s a dominance I rarely get to see, and it thrills me. ‘I don’t know what to say–’

‘You don’t have to say anything,’ I reassure him, rising up to lean back against his chest, encouraging his hands to slip up over my breasts and towards my neck. I hear his breath stick in his throat. ‘Just enjoy the show.’

Spencer’s fingers tremble against my skin, the heat radiating from his body enveloping me as I lean back into him. I can feel his heart racing, matching the pulse of the music, and it drives me to move even more enticingly. I shimmy my hips, rolling them against the hardness pressing against my backside, teasing him with every deliberate motion. 

He gasps, a sound that reverberates through the quiet tension of the room, and I can’t help but smile at how easily I’ve managed to draw this effect from him. It’s intoxicating. The thrill of knowing I have him completely under my control, yet so vulnerable in this moment, sends a rush of excitement through me.

‘God–you’re–you’re–’ His voice is strained as I slide from his lap to the floor, giving him a little preview of some of the positions he might see me in later. When I turn to look up at him through my lashes, his mouth is wide open, tongue stuck to his bottom lip as he pants. ‘How does–’ 

I grin as Spencer’s question trails off into a slight whimper, rising off of the floor and settling back between his legs. I explore his body as much as he’s exploring mine, teasing him with my movements. I lean forward, swaying my hips, and then I pull back again, maintaining the delicious tension that hangs between us.

‘I didn’t expect you to be so speechless, Spencer.’ I tease, relishing the way his hands slide up and down my back possessively. He shoots me a slightly aghast glare. The desire in his eyes hasn’t dimmed, not even a little–if anything, it’s only intensified. 

‘How could I not be?’ He eventually manages, voice rough and deeper than I’ve yet to hear it. The bass of it all sends a thrill down my spine, his fingers trailing swiftly afterwards. He pulls me down hard into his lap, and I can feel the growing evidence of his arousal through his slacks. A shiver of anticipation tugs at my stomach. ‘I mean…just look at you. You’re…you’re half-naked, essentially throwing yourself at me, and yet you tell me I can’t have you the way I want you? Of course I can’t speak.’

I laugh, leaning in to whisper in his ear. ‘Patience, Dr. Reid, patience.’ 

The way his hands tighten on my hips, encouraging me to move against the hardness in his trousers, speaks volumes. Impatience radiates from him, his barely restrained desire, and it only fuels my own excitement. This is a very dangerous game we’re playing. I just happen to be the one holding all the right cards for once. 

I don’t know how much longer I can be patient, though…the night is still young, and there’s so much more to explore. As I lean back into him once again, I can’t help but feel that this is exactly where I belong—lost in each other, with nothing but desire, passion, and the sweet sounds of NFWMB by Hozier filling the air.

It’s strangely perfect. I don’t think I can wait much longer.

Spencer cannot wait to get me out of Elysium. 

Once our hour is up and the light changes from sultry red to a near-blinding white, he’s up out of the leather seat like a shot, practically manhandling me towards the door. I only make him wait long enough for me to slip back into my dress, laughing the entire time as he hurries me. It’s like he can barely hold on any longer, wanting nothing more than to get me back to the hotel. I can barely contain my glee. 

Tia throws her head back and laughs when she sees us come out of the private area. She’s perched on the arm of a chair, a patron spread out like a throne for her to sit on, but her attention is briefly taken by the way Spencer has his hands on my hips, his chest pressed to my back, shoving me towards the door. I give her a knowing look as I pass her the key. She shakes her head at us before dismissing us with a wave of her hand. 

I let Spencer practically drag me through the club, a wide smile on my face. His grip on my hips is firm and possessive, causing that strange tug of desire to yank at the pit of my stomach. He is no longer the calculating, reserved Dr. Reid but rather a man driven by primal instincts, and I’m loving every single second of it. 

As we navigate the dimly lit space, Spencer having slung my duffle over his shoulder when we passed Jas, I can feel the eyes of other patrons on us. A man smoking in a booth looks curious, the badge of his business slightly crooked as a dancer pours him another drink. A younger guy with very out of date spiked hair looks envious, and a pair of guys leaning against the bar look downright predatory, but Spencer either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care. He’s too focused on getting me someplace private.

We reach the exit and Spencer practically shoves me out of the door, only muttering a cursory apology when I stumble over our intertwined feet. It’s only then that I realise I’m still in the heels and the tiny slip dress, but I know that Spencer will not stop for me to change. I’ll have to give the heels back tomorrow. 

The cool night air washes over us, a welcome relief to the club's sweltering heat. Spencer doesn’t let go of me, though, his hands resolutely on my waist as he guides me towards the train station. It’s only a ten minute journey back to the hotel. Ten minutes too long.

As usual, the train is crowded. Spencer lets me get on first,  ever the gentleman, and follows swiftly behind. A young man with dreads whistles appreciatively as I pass but I cut him a cold, harsh glare. I am not a piece of meat. Spencer, thankfully, doesn’t do anything. I don’t even know if he registered it. Spencer finds us a small spot at the back of the packed compartment, tucking me carefully in front of him.

His hands slide around to the soft swell at the front of my stomach and he pulls me back against his hips. I’m surprised to find that he’s still semi-hard. Spencer’s hands roam over my stomach, down the front of my thighs, which is an even bigger surprise. If Spencer hates germs, then he hates PDA even more, and yet here he is. Practically groping me on the subway. I can feel his heart racing against my back.

‘You were incredible,’ he murmurs, voice low and husky, breath racing down my ear. ‘I’ve never…I never imagined it would be like that…’

I smile, pressing my hips back into his and shifting slightly. When I speak, my words are barely louder than the noise of the train. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it.’

‘Enjoyed it?’ Spencer repeats, voice laced with disbelief. ‘I didn’t just enjoy it, June, I…I’ve never experienced anything like that before. I think ‘enjoyed’ is a bit of an understatement.’

I laugh, leaning back against him. The train jerks as it rounds a corner, driving Spencer a little bit further into my arse. He groans, arms so tight around me I fear he thinks I might slip away. I arch my back very subtly, providing him a bit more friction. There’s something fun about having such an intimate moment in such a crowded space. No one seems to notice.

‘Well, I’m more than happy to do that for you again, Spence.’ I let my head fall back against his collar, speaking softly into his ear. His words have sent me into a tailspin of satisfaction. I’ve always known that Spencer is a deeply emotional guy, but seeing it like this, his desire focused on me like a sunray through a magnifying glass, is an entirely different drug. I fear I might get addicted. 

He groans against the back of my ear, pressing a slightly sloppy kiss to the bare skin there. ‘God, thank you.’

He says the words like a prayer, a mantra, murmuring them again and again as his hands slide along my body as if we’re not in the middle of a train carriage. I can’t stop smiling. 

When we finally arrive back at the hotel, Spencer ushers me through the lobby and into the lift, sparing a quick glance towards the bar to see if any of our teammates are there. If they are, he doesn’t say anything. 

As the lift doors close, we are sealed in a very small, very private space, the tension between us palpable. The beating of my heart and the soft hum of the lift are the only sounds as we rise through the floors of the hotel. Spencer stands close behind me, arms still wrapped around my stomach, long, sinewy fingers playing with the hem of my skirt. When I meet his gaze in the mirror, I’m surprised (and thrilled) at how much darkened lust I find there.

The doors slide open and Spencer pushes our joined bodies out into the hall, aiming us towards his room. It’s the furthest from the rest of the teams, the only one it is next to my own, so hopefully nobody will hear what I know is about to happen. Anticipation floods through me, making the tips of my fingers tingle. 

‘Spencer–’ I laugh as he presses me against the door, fumbling with his keycard. He doesn’t reply with words, instead pushes me even tighter against the wood. ‘Spence!’

‘Shhh.’ He says roughly, finally managing to get the keycard into the slot. The door buzzes and I manage to get the handle, the two of us spilling into the darkened room.

Spencer kicks the door shut behind us and grabs me. 

He turns me around and captures my lips with his, a kiss so ferocious I almost forget my own name. The force behind it sends us stumbling backwards, his arms groping at any piece of me he can find. It’s electric, the culmination of hours of teasing, of sexual-frustration, stoking that flame in my stomach. I want it to become an inferno.

His hands find their way under the hem of my dress, fingers brushing against my thighs, sending shivers down my spine. His nails scrape the soft flesh he finds there. I gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, tasting the remnants of our earlier drinks. The kiss becomes more urgent, more demanding, as if he’s trying to memorise every detail, every sensation.

‘Spencer–’ I say between kisses, pushing his shoulders back as he curves himself over me. This is so unlike him that I have to look at him properly to make sure he’s in the right state of mind. His hair is tousled, pupils blown, lips parted as he stares at me hungrily. It’s still my Spencer, that’s for certain, but he’s so driven by desire that he’s nearly unrecognisable. 

‘What?’ He says, using his leverage on my hips to yank me tighter into his body. We stumble a little, my hands knotted in the front of his shirt.

‘Nothing–I just, I didn’t realise this would get you going so much.’ I laugh, brushing hair off his face.

‘That’s the whole point, isn’t it?’ Spencer says darkly, brown eyes boring into mine. ‘To get people aroused?’

‘I mean, that’s part of it,’ I muse, carefully undoing his tie as we talk. I drop it somewhere onto the floor. ‘But it’s also about the connection, the–the anticipation. Most people who end up at a strip club are lonely or horny, and we’re there to…lighten the load. Remind people how to feel alive.’

‘Do you miss it?’ Spencer asks without even a pause, fingers bundling the hem of my dress up until the black satin is fisted in his hands.

‘Working there?’ I scoff incredulously, shaking my hair out of my face to give him a bemused look. ‘No, not at all.’

‘I meant–I meant the feeling alive part.’ Spencer dips his head down to brush his lips to the hollow of my throat. My body shivers, and I take an automatic step backwards. Spencer follows. 

‘I get that with the BAU, too.’ I remind him, enjoying being a little bit more teasing. Every time he tries to kiss my neck, I edge away a step. Spencer grumbles in the back of his throat and follows. My spine hits the edge of the ensuite bathroom. ‘In fact, I think it’s even more rewarding.’

Spencer lets out a little groan of frustration, the sound low and ragged, before he grabs me by the back of the neck and forces his lips against mine. It’s sudden and rough, the kiss feverish and nearly all-consuming.

His hands are everywhere. In my hair, tugging on the soft strands at the back of my neck to pull my face up further into his. Against my hips, sliding down to knead at the flesh of my butt, yanking me tighter against him. They’re pulling at my skirt, the straps of my underwear, cupping my breasts. It's as if he’s trying to learn every part of my body with his hands, memorising every feeling. I stumble against him.

My back hits something cold and hard, and I gasp in surprise. We’ve somehow made it into the bathroom, but Spencer doesn’t seem to care. He mumbles something against my throat. His hair is smooth, soft beneath my fingers, my head rocked back as he makes short work of my neck. I hiss as he nips at the skin there.

‘Fuck, Spence.’ I manage to say as he presses me against the counter, hips pinning me in place as his hands continue to explore every single inch of me. I like him like this. Desperate. Possessive. Fuelled by passion. On such a logical man, it’s thrilling to see him so…debased, almost.

‘Gods, you’re gorgeous.’ Spencer moans against my throat. In one fell movement, he grips the backs of my thighs and picks me up, pushing me onto the counter with a strength I haven’t seen from him before. The marble is cold under my legs, skirt pushed up around my hips. ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about it—whilst you were dancing. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I would do to you when we got back…’

As he speaks, he trails sloppy kisses along my collar, his hands reaching down to push my legs apart. Arousal pools in the pit of my stomach. When he reaches the lace of my bra, he looks up at me with wide, desire-laden eyes. Permission. He’s asking for permission. 

‘Please—’ I half-moan, hands knotted in his hair. 

Spencer drops to his knees instantly, my hands going with him, as he ghosts a kiss to the inside of my knees. He’s really going to do it. Right here, in the middle of a motel bathroom. Spencer’s hum vibrates through me as he peppers teasing, slow kisses up the insides of my bare thighs. A finger slips under the thin strap of my thong. Eases it carefully to the side—he doesn’t even bother taking it off. 

‘You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,’ Spencer says softly, eyes scouring over my body, warm breath racing up the apex of my thighs. I stare down at him in awe. He looks like Eros right now. The dim light casts deep shadows underneath his cheekbones, lips parted and slightly swollen, eyes swimming with a thousand emotions I cannot begin to comprehend. It’s all I can do not to worship him right there. ‘I even thought about it on the train…’

‘What—?’ I gasp, but Spencer doesn’t reply. He smirks, licks his lips, and delves in. 

The first touch of his mouth against me sets me on fire. He is exploratory, delicate, tongue teasing as he starts to eat. My hands tighten in his hair, head falling back against the glass as moans start to slip from my parted mouth. Spencer’s hands dig into my thighs, forcing them wider when I involuntarily tighten them, carefully licking a stripe between my folds. I can barely keep my eyes open. Pressure and pleasure begin to build in my stomach, the feeling of him devouring me almost too much to bear. 

Spencer pauses for a second and does probably one of the hottest things I’ve seen him do. With his mouth latched onto that bundle of sensitive nerves, tongue rolling against it, he reaches up and takes his glasses off. It’s one smooth movement, as if the frames were getting in his way. I shudder another moan, pulling on his hair, desperate for more, more, more. 

Spencer chuckles against me and it nearly sends me over the edge. He gives me what I want—after swiping the broad pad of his tongue up the centre, he focuses on my entrance. The moan I release is positively sinful. 

He is unrelenting. Every lick, every graze of his teeth, every reverberating murmur, is expressly designed for my pleasure. He’s learnt impossibly quickly how to get me to the very edge of my arousal. Spencer’s eyes are closed as he buries his face between my thighs, fingers leaving bruises. He looks so good that I can’t tear my eyes away. 

Soon enough, sooner than I thought possible, I’m balancing on the cliff of climax, hands pulling mindlessly at his hair, hips bucking slightly. I crave friction. Spencer growls and uses an arm to hold my hips down. Ironic how he is clearly unimpressed with my impatience when he was the one who practically dragged me from the club. 

‘Spence—’ I gasp out, bottom lip trapped between my teeth so hard I almost taste copper. He swirls his tongue expertly with a soft moan of his own. He’s clearly lost in the taste of me, in the feeling of having me mercilessly under his control. ‘I’m gonna—I’m so close—’

This he hears. 

With another rumbling murmur, Spencer doubles his efforts. The arm clamping my hips down to the counter tightens, the other hand dropping from my knee to lightly trace intoxicating patterns to the bare skin of my thigh. His mouth moves frantically, sucking every drop, every shiver of pleasure. It’s only when his tongue flicks against that bundle of nerves once more that I finally crash over the edge. 

I’m moaning his name as I hold him against me, trying desperately to move my hips as my body tenses. Ecstasy makes my limbs shiver, the only sound the filthy noise of his mouth and the rapid thumpthumpthump of my pulse in my ears. He sees me through my shattering orgasm, his own encouraging moans mingling with mine.

It is over too soon. 

‘Holy shit.’ I breathe, staring down at him as he rocks back onto his haunches, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. ‘That was…holy shit…’

‘I hope you’re trying to say good things,’ he teases, putting his glasses back on so he can see me. Spencer has a smug little smile on his face that only serves to make me love him even more. My hands push my own hair back shakingly as I gaze down at him. ‘I’m sorry, darling, I just—I couldn’t help myself.’

‘Oh, don’t apologise,’ I say breathlessly. Spencer stands up and I follow suit, fingers drifting to the buttons of his shirt. With easy, practised movements, I begin to unbutton it. ‘That was…unexpected, but don’t think for a second that it wasn’t appreciated.’

‘I wanted to do that to you in the club,’ Spencer confesses, hands gripping my hips possessively. He stares down at me with desire-darkened eyes. This is a surprise. Spencer Reid cleans his desk every single day, and won’t shake people’s hands, but imagined eating me out on a strip-club sofa. My skin starts to heat again. ‘And on the train…hell, I even thought about it in the elevator.’

‘My, my, Dr. Reid, who knew you had such a filthy mind.’ I say, thumbs brushing the lithe planes of his stomach. Grabbing his now-open shirt with my hands, I start to lead us out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Spencer follows me willingly like an apostle. 

‘Only when it comes to you.’ He says frankly, flicking hair away from his face. The fresh light of the main room brightens his features, turning his brown hair into a halo of golden strands. A bemused smile turns up his still-damp lips. ‘Besides, how could I not? You’ve been teasing me for hours.’

‘You did ask me to,’ I remind him with a laugh, turning my chin up for a kiss. We’ve stopped next to the bed, with his back to it. Right where I want him. ‘You can’t blame me for that.’

‘I’m pretty sure I can.’ Spencer says cheekily, smoothing a hand under my upturned chin. His bemused smile widens at my slightly petulant frown. ‘It’s not like it was Derek shaking his ass at me.’

‘Now that’s an image I’m never gonna get out of my head.’ My face crumples in disgust. ‘Thanks, babe, thank you so much.’

‘You’re welcome.’ His grin is infectious, his cold fingers curling carefully around the base of my jaw, holding my face up to him. It’s a surprisingly dominant move for Spencer. 

He leans down and presses a sweet, lingering kiss to my lips. I use my grip on his shirt to support myself as I taste the remains of my orgasm on his tongue. Spencer groans deep in the back of his throat, fingers tightening on the column of my neck, holding me in place. His body is warm and moulds around mine as I press myself against his chest, one of my hands splayed across the pit of his stomach. His tongue swipes against mine but it’s then that I push him backwards. 

Spencer’s knees hit the edge of the bed and he sits down with a huff of surprised air. I sidle between his knees, perching myself down on his thigh as I press my lips to his cheek, his throat. Spencer’s arms automatically ring around me as he hums in pleasure. 

‘Let’s get this off,’ I speak against his slightly-salty skin, peeling the shirt from his shoulders. Spencer helps me shed him of his shirt and I see the muscles of his back shift as he does so. Spencer isn’t ripped but there’s a lean, quiet power to his physique. I give him an appraising look. ‘Much better.’

‘I can’t say the same for this,’ Spencer pouts slightly and plucks at the little silk slip I’m wearing. He then looks lower. ‘Aren’t those shoes really heavy?’

‘You have no idea.’ I laugh, crossing my legs so that the stripper heels slick in the dim light. His hungry eyes scour down my bare skin. ‘Why, do you want me to see if I can find you a pair in your size so you can try ‘em on?’

‘I don’t know, I don’t think they make them in size eleven.’ Spencer muses, giving me a teasing squeeze on my hip, his other hand brushing hair from my face. 

‘Hey, isn’t that the whole plot of Kinky Boots?’ I remind him, pressing a kiss to the space behind his ear. Spencer chokes on nothing. ‘Don’t worry, Spence, I won’t make you. I think you’d break both of your ankles.’

‘How do you even walk in them?’ Spencer laughs, hands trailing over my body as I slip off of his lap to kneel between his spread legs, pressing gentle, anticipatory kisses to his body. There’s no music but I start to sway a little. His eyes narrow slightly as my kisses start to trail lower and lower. 

‘At the start,’ I slip my fingers into the waistband of his trousers for barely a second before sliding them out and down his thighs, still swinging my hips to nonexistent music. ‘I couldn’t. Tia had to give me several lessons before I could dance in them properly. After a while it became easier.’

I watch him from under my lashes, trailing teasing fingers across the inside of his slacks. Spencer stiffens. His breath starts to come in shallow pants, betraying his anticipation. My smirk reappears—it’s time for me to repay the favour. The lack of music bothers me, but I don’t want to break the trance to turn some on. I turn my attention to the button on his trousers. 

‘And—and now you can dance in them.’ Spencer says after too long a pause, as if just remembering how conversations work. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again. ‘Did you know that there’s an annual average of 14,058 injuries caused by wearing high heels?’

‘Seriously?’ I ask, raising an eyebrow. ‘That many?’

‘Mmhmm,’ Spencer’s voice is strained as I manage to undo the button of his trousers and start to shimmy them down his legs. He lifts his hips for me so I can get them off properly. They pool around his ankles and I have to spend some time undoing his shoes before I can shuck all of them away. ‘Those—the ones you’re wearing are probably, what? Seven? Eight inches?’

‘Yeah, probably.’ I say, very much distracted as I spot the evidence of his arousal pushing painfully at the fabric of his boxers. 

‘Any—anything greater than 3.5 inches can have a significant impact on the, on the body…’ Spencer manages to say as I reach forward and run a nail carefully up the growing length. He hisses, releasing a shuddering breath. When I look up at him, his starved eyes are trained right on me.  

‘A significant impact, you say?’ I prompt him to keep going, pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee, then his thigh, sneaking higher and higher. My fingers toy with the hem of his boxers. 

‘Yeah—uh, wearing heels for too long can, can lead to musculoskeletal issues in the, in the future…’ Spencer’s voice is husky and strained as I finally pull his boxers down, tossing them aside with the rest of his clothes. He looks painfully hard, precum already weeping out of his tip. His words trail off expectantly. 

I do not give him what he wants. 

Instead, I sit back on my haunches and carefully slip the dress from my body, leaving me in just the specifically chosen lingerie for Spencer. He shudders again, eyes desperately flickering between my mouth and his erection. I know what he’s after. Spencer isn’t exactly subtle. I raise an eyebrow—I want him to keep talking. 

‘God—’ Spencer groans when he realises. I wait patiently, nails scraping down his thighs. ‘Heels can, can place a greater strain on muscles and tendons—Jesus—’

I run my tongue from the base to the tip, swirling it around the spongy head. It tastes like salt and at the first brush of my tongue, Spencer’s whole body clenches. I start slowly, teasingly, kitten licks to the head before languid, slow strokes from the base up. His hand falls into my hair, knotting there. I pull back and wait. 

‘Oh—fine—’ Spencer glowers playfully down at me. He licks his lips and continues. ‘Heels reduce the movement of the medial gastrocnemius—one of the muscles in your ankle—, reduces the—the length of your step—oh my—’

To reward him for continuing, I encircle my lips around his head, starting to suck gently. The hand in my hair tightens. Spencer’s words are punctuated by soft breathy whimpers as I start to bob my head, starting off slowly before building to a pace I think he enjoys. I hollow my cheeks as his head falls back in pleasure. When his words trail off, I slow down—if he wants me to keep going, then he needs to keep talking. 

He moans my name in annoyance but I’m unrelenting. 

‘Heels can–can have a negative impact on the rest of your body, too…’ To his credit, those words are relatively well strung together, so I speed up again. He gently encourages me on, using his hand in my hair to set the pace he wants. It’s fast. He’s shuddering underneath me. ‘They can, can affect your lower back, your shoulders–even your neck–’

I lock eyes with him and he stops mid-sentence. The groan he lets out rumbles through the room.

‘Easy, Spencer,’ I laugh, voice husky as I pull away from him–I don’t abandon him completely, though, using one of my hands to slowly pump his length. ‘The team are practically nextdoor–’

‘I don’t care.’ Spencer says, and I can see that he means it.  Even he seems a little surprised at the genuineness of his words. The wetness between my thighs grows at this. The idea that Spencer doesn’t give a shit about our teammates, the people we have worked so hard to keep our relationship (both romantic and sexual) from, turns me on more than I would care to confess. 

I think this over for a second before shrugging and returning back to what I was doing. He’s warm and hard in my mouth, and I take as much of him as possible before steeling myself. I take a deep breath and open up the back of my throat. Spencer groans again, louder this time, as he slips further and further into my mouth. He holds me there as he ruts up into me, hips rolling on instinct. 

He’s nearly insatiable. All I can do is dig my hands into his calves and relax, letting him use me in the way that he so desperately wants to. It’s the least I can do.

Then, Spencer roughly pushes me off of him. I’m surprised and fall backwards onto the floor, yelping as the carpet burns across the backs of my thighs, but I don’t have time to complain. Spencer follows me to the ground with a starved hunger I haven’t seen on him before. 

His callused hands are coarse on my bare skin as he flips me over with surprising ease, a small huff of air slipping through his mouth as he does so. The carpet threatens to burn my knees when Spencer yanks my hips upward, and I barely catch myself before my face smacks into the ground. He’s panting now. In fact, he doesn’t even bother to remove my thong.

I get no warning before Spencer pushes himself inside of me in one, harsh movement. 

He bottoms out fully, taking me from behind in a near-feral way, and he does not give me time to adjust. It’s rough, hard, fast, as if all the hours of teasing have finally forced him over the brink. He uses the leverage he has on my hips to pull them back into his, our bodies meeting in a violent crash of passion. I can feel every inch of him, every delicious stretch, and it’s all I can do to remain upright.  

Spencer’s voice is a jagged mess as he groans, his arm looping under my hips to hold me up against him as he slams into me. He sets a brutal, relentless pace, finally being given permission to chase that high he’s been striving for since we first arrived at Elysium. I’m barely anything more than a blissed-out moan, fingers searching for any kind of purchase on the carpet. There is none.

‘God–’ Spencer says, and his lips press to the column of my spine. His thrusts slow slightly–they’re no longer ferocious, becoming smoother, as if he’s just remembered that he can take his time with this. I’m not going anywhere. His chest meets my back as he falls over me, a hand appearing in my field of view to support him. My fingers search for him and he intertwines our hands. ‘God, you’re beautiful.’

I let out a breathy laugh. It’s the best I can do. I’m unable to form any kind of coherent sentence at this point, too focused on the divine way Spencer slips in and out of me. Spencer’s words send a thrill through me, though, a warmth that rides along with the fire of arousal. It’s not just about sex with Spencer–it never really has been. It’s connection, intimacy. It makes me feel alive. 

He continues to thrust into me, his rhythm slower, more deliberate. Each movement makes my body sing with pleasure and I gasp soft moans that intermingle with his. His hands worship my body–tracing the curve of my hips, the pattern of the lace on my bra, the dip of my waist, as if each part of me is a prayer he’s trying to memorise. And by God I want him to learn it all. 

Too soon. I approach the cliff of pleasure too soon, spurred on by my earlier orgasm. 

‘Spencer,’ I moan, my voice barely a whisper. ‘I’m–I’m so close–’

He growls in response, his hips stuttering for a second before renewing their thrusts. He angles himself slightly differently and the tip of his dick brushes that small circle of nerves inside of me. The moan I want to make gets jarred in the back of my throat, coming out as nothing more than a strangled gasp. I never want him to stop but that precipice is looming with each rut of Spencer’s hips. 

‘Come for me, darling.’ Spencer groans, his thrusts becoming ragged. ‘Come with me.’

That’s it. That’s all I need. 

We both shatter. 

The world explodes into a blur of colours, ecstasy gripping my limbs for the second time that night. My eyes close on instinct as I focus on riding out every damn wave of pleasure I can get. Spencer encourages us through our combined highs with a few extra rolls of his hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my arse so hard it would hurt if it wasn’t for all the oxytocin coursing through us. 

He collapses on top of me, panting mouth near my ear as we both shudder, coming down from that inexorable bliss. His weight is warm and welcome on top of me, causing me to slip until my stomach is flat against the carpet. His hair tickles my bare skin but I don’t care. I relax underneath him, feeling our breathing sync up. 

‘That was…’ Spencer mumbles, rolling off to lie beside me, brushing hair out of my face. Evidence of our activities seeps out to coat the inside of my thighs. His body is flushed, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his glasses slightly askew. ‘That was incredible.’

‘You weren’t so bad yourself, Dr. Reid.’ I smile, tracing a finger under his jaw. Spencer rolls his eyes, tracing what feels like words against my hip, but the smug little smile on his face tells me all I need to know. ‘Maybe I need to give you lapdances more often…’

‘I would be a fool to say no to that,’ Spencer says, tugging me closer. It seems to be then that he realises where we are, and what we’re lying on. I see the pleasure quickly morph into one of almost-apologetic disgust. He lifts himself off the floor and onto his elbow, eyeing the hotel carpet sceptically before turning wide eyes to me. ‘I didn’t even think–I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you onto the floor–’

‘Spencer, Spencer,’ I chuckle, sitting up too and running a hand across his cheek. He looks slightly panicked, and I can tell he’s wondering how many germs there are nestled in each fibre. ‘I liked that you pushed me. It was hot.’

‘You–you thought it was hot?’ Spencer says incredulously, rising to his feet and offering me his hand. I take it, squeezing my thighs together to try and stop the weird dripping feeling. 

‘Oh, yeah. Really hot–how hot’s the sun?’ I ask, letting him pull me to standing. I stretch my arms above my head, relishing the stretch of the previously tensed muscles. Spencer gives me a weird look as he loops his arms around my hips, his chest pressed against mine. He humours me.

‘About 5,600 degrees Celsius.’ He says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

‘Then I reckon it was slightly hotter than that,’ I say, looping my arms around his neck to offer him my lips for a kiss. He obliges. It’s tender, gentle, almost as if he’s saying thank you. ‘So, maybe, 6,000 degrees Celsius?’

‘You’re an idiot.’ Spencer reminds me, pressing another kiss to my lips immediately after. 

‘Hey, I have a doctorate, thank you very much.’ I say, detaching myself from him and starting to back up towards the bathroom. Spencer, of course, rolls his eyes at me playfully. ‘We can’t all be Mr. Three PhD’s. Come on, I’m in desperate need of a shower.’

Spencer chuckles and spins me around in his arms, pressing his chest to my back and his chin to my shoulder. I can hear the smug smile on his voice as he says: ‘Don’t forget the fourth one on the way.’

‘Nerd.’ I tease, unable to stop the laughter from bubbling up through my throat. ‘Shower, now, please.’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ Spencer guides both of us into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind us. His lips descend to my shoulder again, and he mumbles against my skin. ‘You know, shouldn’t I be paying you right about now?’

‘Oh, sweetheart, you just did.’

After a quick, warm shower, we emerge sleepier and more content than I think we ever have been in a motel. Spencer wastes very little time in clambering into bed, even grumbling in annoyance as I take too long getting ready. The sheets are cool, his body warm, and within seconds of wrapping his arms around me, Spencer is asleep. Almost as if he were waiting. 

It takes me a little longer to drift off, though. I can’t stop thinking about it. Spencer was so…different, so passionate and unrestrained, so hungry. It’s a side of him I’ve never seen before. Even thinking about it in the darkness of his motel room, the soft sound of his regular breaths reminding me I should be asleep, the thought of it thrills me. I can still feel his hands shoving me to the floor, the roughness in the way he fucked me. It thrums through me to my core.

I know a lot of it was due to the circumstances. Elysium breeds passion, it’s kind of the point of it, and the anticipation of it all created a perfect maelstrom of desire. By the end of it all, Spencer couldn’t think of anything other than having me that way. I’ve seen it time and time again. Desire is a blinder, narrowing focus until all there is left is feeling. But I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to it.

Maybe Spencer is finally starting to feel comfortable with me. Maybe he’s always had this well of thirst in him, that depth of need, that he’s been too afraid to let out. Maybe he didn't know it existed. Or, perhaps he’s always been like this, and I’ve just been too blind to see it. My favourite theory, though, my selfish theory, is that I’m the one who’s brought it out in him. 

The thought makes me shuffle closer to him, gentle so as not to wake him up. As I fall asleep, wrapped up in him, with his lips pressed to the top of my spine, I let myself come to terms with the fact that the sweet Spencer Reid might not be as sweet as he once was. There’s an entire new side for me to explore, to unlock.

I just hope I can handle it.

THANK YOU FOR READING! MORE SPENCER REID FICS ON THE WAY.

[missmarveledsblog]

Not just a flower child huh? Part one ( logan howlett x reader)

Summary : the xmen are sent to rescue mutants in a lab , only find an unconscious young woman and couple of kids , when they bring her back to the mansion she is recognised by one of the residents . She awakes and finds out she and kids been saved wondering if it was all too good to be true ?

Warning: angsts , mentions of mutant children being abused , it's alot but there some fluff in there too , she has multiple "gifts " due to the lab . Google translated Russian so I apologise in advance if anyone has corrections feel free to leave them , grammatical errors too

It was in shambles , the outside looked desolate, void of any life and yet they knew it wasn't. The professor was never wrong with these Things . But looking at the place it looked abandoned ready to crumble To the ground into a pile of rubble and dust. Jean crouched with the rest of them she was seeking out the mutants that were held in the broken walls of the place . Shit it even had logan feeling certain Way when Charles called them to break Down the Mission . Four possibly five Kids held in a cage used like lab rats to try make their mutation Into so serum. It was always kids , parent sending them off into the world Because They were different or it scared them he never cared for the excuses , there was never an excuse to abandon or sell off your child because of something they were born with . It never sat right with him and it never would.

“ ten of the guards are heading down the basement fully loaded , we need to get in there now “ Jean Stood concerned Eyes watching every direction of the house til the sound hit , a hail of gun fire sounded off and yet not one bullet coming Near them only signal The true intent. “ we need to go she can't hold them off much longer” Jean called Running towards the house as the other followed

Logan had the door pulled out it was stronger than it appeared, and if it wasn't a race against time, they would be impressed at the faux exterior of the place . Inside was like high-end laboratory. It was also full of guards coming towards them Jean grey could easily hold them as storm Send them to the floor in a spasm before they went unconscious as logan and Scott were able to knock and sent them down to the ground with hard thud. The alarm rang out as they were Running down the hall and down the stairs into the basement , Scott was able to break the door easily with his beam sending a smirk at logan . The basement fit the exterior it was dingey and dirty , smell of mould and damp . It was not a place even a rat would stay in too Long . Right in the center was a large Cage thick metal Bars that connect From the floor to the ceiling that was not the part that surprised them . It was the thick almost tree Like vine Wall that was in the cage.

The guard turned only for Jean to raise their Own gun in the air and pull them down hitting them on head Sending them to the ground.

Scott stood forward hand at his visor ready to shoot when the redhead Stopped him , stood in front of him

“ there's kids in there, you could hurt Them “ she waved. Only as the others began To try think Of a way logan claws began cutting through the vines making Them weak enough to pull them away To see the kids all standing protectively in front Of another … Was it a woman .

“ we're here to help , we're going to take you somewhere safe” storm smiled softly holding her hand out letting the sparks flicker to show They were one of them.

“ помоги нашей сестре ( help our sister)” one finally Spoke moving So they could see the woman laid out of the ground they couldn't tell if she was breathing or not Til logan lifted Her up . She was almost lifeless But their Was a faint flicker of a pulse , a small thump of a heartbeat.

“ we need to go , get chrome Dome Ready to translate I don't think they can speak English” logan gruffed as the kids hesitantly Followed still Unsure who these strangers where but they had their sister and they had kind smiles.

The jet ride back they were able to get colossus To translate And explain to the kids they were safe but in the whole thing they didn't care all they cared for was Their sister if she would be ok , she kept them safe made sure no harm came from them.

“ she Said she made sure the bad men never got their chance To hurt them so they tried to get rid of them” even the big strong man that colossus was , they could hear that slight waver in his voice .

“Do we know who these kids are?” ororo Asked.

“ professor is working On it , he'll know more once they are here , how is the woman” .

“ barely hanging On , she dehydrated. Malnourished God only know how long she's been there ” logan said seeing how bad of shape She was in. He seen shit like this before captives During war times and shit she made them look healthy.

“ it gonna be hard to get them to Leave her” they watched as kids stood at her side once again in a protective stance.

They were right moment they got back to the mansion The kids didn't want to leave Her side as colossus came and explained It wasn't a prison they could visit her once she was checked over , once they were check Over. That still didn't work til they were brought With her. And one even went to attack when they saw Jean had a needle . It took hours for them to leave just to get cleaned up and check over .

“ their underweight but not by much ask them did they eat much” ororo asked.

“сестра следила за тем, чтобы у нас была еда и вода, и даже давала свои, если мы были голодны. ( sister Made sure we got food and water , even gave hers when we were Hungry)” one spoke up .

“ you can understand English ? Can you speak it” she asked looking at the girl who must of been no more than ten years old .

“ a little sister Teach me, so we can ask for help” she nodded .

“ do you know your names we can try find out about you guys” ororo Looked at them .

“ I'm Ana, this is lia , Henry and luka , sister is Y/N , safe here?” Ana asked softly.

“Y/n?” colossus asked looking like he'd seen a ghost before rushing out the room.

“ very safe no one will hurt you here” ororo crouch down only for Ana To flinch away.

“ we are lucky , the others were not , that made sister sad”.

“ what others ? Ana honey what others?” .

“ our other siblings they did Not make it, they took them when we sleep , sister Made them pay” Ana sniffled as ororo held Her hand.

He ran down the hall , his heart beating fast as it felt like it echoed through the walls. He nearly ran into multiple people on his way a quick sorry til he got to the medwing opening the door.

“ hey kids ok” logan asked only for piotr to ignore the man completely his eyes only looking at the bed seeing her , she was a lot different but time would do that in still in away she Looked like the same little girl he remembered .

“ hey you ok, you know her don't you ?” Logan stood coming to his side.

“ she is my little sister” he said holding her hand in his it almost looked tiny . Then again she was always tiny , she was reason his mutation happened he was saving her when a tractor almost hit her. He joined x men in hopes of settling in america bring her there then his parent told him she was in boarding school then it was she was missing then it was she was dead . He regretted that his whole life not taking her with him at first .now here she was going Through hell and back and she was alive.

It was weeks the kids became Comfortable Turned out their parent sold them to the lab they were kept in. Took hank a long time to secure them visa but he got them even for y/n who lay unconscious still. She was a mystery , they knew who she was , her age , height but as far as powers and everything else well the lab didn't go into detail on her or they couldn't . From the kids recollection she was defiant , never bending to their will they all wondered how she lasted so long or why they kept her so long . Piotr or Peter he let some call him , she was nine years old when his parent sent her away or sold her away it was too hard to even think of it , to think he left her to face all of this . Jean told him she was like him the way she put those kids before herself , how she almost killed herself to save them . A soft nod he headed off to check on the kids who knew little English and meant more to his sister than life itself he could at least make sure they were taken care of and not alone.

Bright was first thing that came to mind , it was bright before her eyes even open and when they did it stung and took a little longer to adjust . It was bright but it was clean , she wasn't tied down so it wasn't the lab … the lab … the kids . She stood uneasy at first maybe she was out longer than she thought. Looking around the room for some indication to where the hell she was , where were the kids closing her eyes and searching them in her mind she could let sigh in relief they were here . She walked to the door ready to break it down only for it to open itself her head tilting in confusing she grabbed the long doctors coat giving she had tank top and underwear on . She could sense someone approaching , the smell of whiskey and cigar filled her nose as she hid at the corner. The footstep coming to her as she lifted her palm slammed the man to the wall vines holding him in place.

“ woah at least buy me dinner first bub” he chuckled .

“ where are the kids” she glared .

“ the kids are safe , let logan go he won't hurt you , follow my voice” it called in her head making her turn and let the man drop to the ground .

“ kids safe?” she asked through her mind the walk breaking into a run. She didn't care that it was potentially a trap if it meant a sliver of hope those kids where safe. She felt the hardwood under her feet , the lab coat bellowing behind her not noticing the eyes that followed Her or the other kids around. She stood Outside a big oak door slowly opening It waiting for a trap.

“SISTER" Ana and the other ran knocking her to the ground Not that she cared . She kissed each of their heads looking at the faces that looked alot Better Before She passed out.

“ may I have a word with your sister , you can have the rest of day off to Reconnect and we can continue our lessons Tomorrow” that same voice she heard in her head now out loud and in the form of a bald man in a wheelchair. She looked to see the words on the board English Lessons , the books on the shelf and the kids outside Playing around.

“ иди я буду только на минутку ( go i'll only be a moment)” she nodded softly as the reluctantly left.

“ my Name is Charles xavier , it is good to see you up and well Y/N .

“ would Say the same but I've no Clue who you are Charles , where am I?” she walked around keeping her distance button the lab coat giving her lack of clothes .

“ my school For gift youngsters a safe Haven for people like us mutants , it's not the lab the only tests we do here are academical” he chuckled. “ my team found you and the children brought you to safety here , the kids Are very protective of you almost attack the team to keep you safe , you done Well to Take care of them” he said a sympathetic look in his eyes she could only nod at .

“ there is someone here who is eager to meet you we can talk More when You are ready truly we are only here To help” he smiled just as a Knock on the door made Her jump. ‘“ oh my dear you need not worry of money but maybe if you want you could help out with the greenhouse again if you want” Charles spoke up as she hesitantly walked to the door opening it .

Her eyes widened , her heart fell into her stomach as she looked into a face she never thought she would see again . He stood like a giant over her and yet he looked like a nervous little boy . Her hand shook as it came tracing the features of his face , he was a man now but then again she wasn't the little girl she once was either . A whurlwind of emotion that rumbled inside her she took her hand back only to close it and connect it to his face sending him down to the ground as the place went silent. She looked up to see that man again the smug one she tied up.

“ not the reunion you were expecting huh?’’ he helped him up .

“ no I was expecting this” piotr groaned rubbing his jaw.

“ ты придурок, ты бросил меня ( you're an idiot , you left me)” she yelled.

“ мне сказали, что ты в безопасности в школе(they told me your were safe at a school)” he reasoned.

“ они продали меня (they sold me)” she growled.

“ они сказали, что ты убежал и умер, я думал, ты умер, прости меня, пожалуйста ( they said you ran and you died , I thought you were dead forgive me please)” she hated how his voice broke and truly it wasn't his fault , he was young himself so she nodded and pulled him into a hug holding Him Tightly.

“ I think they made up” logan chuckled ruffling Henry's Hair .

“ sister they feed us here everyday few times its nice food ” Ana Spoke up only for her to turn see the kids looking Up .

“ cookie too” Henry beamed

“ your English is a lot better” she smiled .

“ Mr professor teach us everyday” Luka said Excitedly.

" just picking up where you left off is all " xavier bowed his head

“ hey look at you, nice to see your awake , would you come with me for a second ” a red head woman called making her head tilt stand back .

“ its ok y/n this is jean grey she is one of the teachers and one of people that rescued You” piotr whispered .

“ your the voice that day” y/n clapped Her hands looking at the woman .

“ I Can show you to your room and get you some Clothes “ jean smiled Only for y/n to be aware of how she was dress or therefore Lack of clothes with a blush to her cheeks she nodded following after the woman . “ so your like me ?” Jean asked.

“ sort of I mean I was pumped full Of stuff I don't know what else I can do” she winced.

“ well we can help with that here , when your ready” .

“ this place doesn't Feel real” she laughed looking around .

“ well It home for along as you want it to be , your not a prisoner anymore” Jean Stopped holding her hand in hers . Y/n turned her face only to see that man watching her intently before looking away .

" isn't she an interesting one " logan muttered, watching her heading up the stairs.

part two

[traegorn]

Want to keep using Ad Blockers? Stop Using Chrome, Switch to Firefox.

So with the rollout of Manifest V3, Google Chrome is pretty much crippling all ad blockers on Chrome. Effectively, ad blockers can no longer update their lists without fully updating their plugins. It's pretty shitty.

And you may be asking yourself -- what can I do? The answer is simple:

Switch to Firefox. Now.

Now I've been a Firefox evangelist for a long time, I know, but it's a free, open source browser made by a nonprofit org. It's literally the most ethically developed any software could possibly be. It's on every major desktop platform, and it's just... good.

Why would you use a browser made by a corporation that literally removed "Don't be evil" from their mission instead of this? I know that, like, a long ass time ago Chrome was faster, but that's not remotely true anymore. Heck, on Mac Chrome eats way more RAM than Firefox. It's ridiculous.

That's not even mentioning the fact that the amount of Chromium engine browsers out there is kind of ruining the web. Mozilla has their own rendering engine built on open web standards, and diversity in rendering engines helps everyone.

So yeah. If you're using a computer, go get Firefox. They have an Android version too. (They sorta have an iOS app -- but that uses Webkit because of Apple's limitations on third party browser engines -- but it will let you access your sync'd Firefox passwords).

Make your life better.

[yardsards]

do you love streaming tv shows and movies on free (perhaps even shady) websites but hate how many of them are inaccessible to you due to lack of subtitles?

i have a solution!

get the browser extension "substital"

it's available for firefox and chrome for desktop, as well as firefox. it even works on the chromium mini-browser in hyperbeam if you like watching with friends (tho i haven't figured out if/how i can make it run srt files in hyperbeam or android)

to use it:

you first navigate to your streaming website of choice.

then click play and then pause on your video (this is necessary on some streaming sites to make the video visible to the extension, idk why)

then click the substital icon (it looks like an S in a square) in your browser extension list. then the name of your video should pop up.

then click the name of the video

you'll see a popup with two boxes: one that says "search subtitles" and one that says "upload your own subtitles file"

you're gonna wanna try the "search subtitles" box first. look up the name of the episode or movie you want to watch. if you find an option in your language, then just click it and you'll be good to go

if you can't find the right subtitles in their database (or the ones in their database suck/are broken) the unfortunately you're going to have to use the "upload your own subtitles file" option. (and to do that, you're gonna first need to go find and download an srt file of your desired show/movie and language from a 3rd party website. (my favorite subtitle souce is addic7ed.com, another common source is opensubtitles.com)). then you can either click and drag the srt file from your downloads folder, or click the "upload your own subtitles file" and find where you have the set downloaded at like that.

now that you have your subtitles on your video, you may find that you want to change the size or colour of the subtitles for easier viewing. or that the subtitles are a few seconds behind or ahead of the audio/video. to fix that, just click the little S icon that will appear on the bottom of the video alongside the play/pause and time bar and volume and whatnot, and the options will appear to fix that.

happy streaming everyone!

EDIT: apparently hyperbeam recently stopped allowing browser extensions :(((

EDIT EDIT: apparently on hyperbeam if you use the old chrome webstore it works but not the up to date one???

also apparently substital recently introduced a 5 subtitle daily limit (which applies to ones you get from their database but you can still upload your own as many times as you want) which is fucked up and annoying.

[raisin-writes]

Asking to paint their nails- Donquixote family:

sfw, no warnings, just for sillies :) read as platonic but can also be read as romantic (minus sugar- i dont care that shes 22- and dellinger, dont be a weirdo).

Doflamingo:

He prefers to call in a nail tech and have a little mani-pedi spa day with you instead.

It's nothing personal, he appreciates the thought, but if hes gonna get his nails done, he wants it to be professional.

Wants you to match with him more often than not and gets a little mad when you refuse to, but wont hold it against you for very long.

A classic french tip girlie but may mix it up with a nice pink or a light glitter overlay from time to time.

Trebol:

He'll allow it, but god does he make it an insufferable experience.

He loves messing with you by intentionally making his hand twitch/flinch/shake.

"Bweheheheh! oops, guess you gotta start over now!"

He'll finally stop when you threaten inform him that you only have so much nail polish remover left and he'll end up with messy, ugly, clumpy nails that you wont be able to fix.

He's fine with whatever you give him, just dont make it look stupid.

Diamante:

Absolutely!

He's tickled that you would want to spend time with him like that.

Requests things like flashy white or gold stars, sparkly reds, or a nice baby blue to match his eyes.

A little bit of a stickler about your technique, but he wont be too hard on you if you mess up.

It's just nail polish after all.

Surprisingly will want to paint yours in return to match his.

His technique is ironically not that great.

Pica:

...... Reluctantly agrees.

He's silent as he watches you work, but his gaze is very intimidating and scrutinous.

Kind of a mouth breather, dont comment on it or he'll get mad at you.

If you ask him very nicely, he'll let you experiment on his toe nails, painting them however you want.

He's satisfied with a simple matte dark purple, but his favorite is a metallic gold- not the regular nail polish, but the holographic powder, he likes the shiny chrome finish.

Vergo:

Some days he'll say yes, sometimes its just not a good time.

He's a busy guy, he doesnt have all the time in the world to sit down and let you fiddle with his nails.

Sometimes he just doesnt want his nails painted and thats that.

On the off chance he agrees, he prefers a simple solid black or a plain white.

Giolla:

Yes, but she's such a karen about it.

So passive-aggressive and indecisive.

Makes you never want to paint her nails again.

Likes loud, contrasting colors and sometimes fun stencil patterns.

She usually compliments your work after its over, but will sometimes make a back-handed comment if she isn't completely satisfied with the results.

Lao G:

Surprisingly agrees to it.

However, shaky hands make for many mistakes.

Dont bother putting a top coat on.

regardless of the outcome, he'll give you a thumbs up and a "GREAT WITH A CAPITAL G!"

Gladius:

Bully him into it a little and he'll cave.

He's used to this, having been the test subject for a younger Baby 5 when she first got into nails.

At least you seem to know what you're doing, comparatively.

Prefers plain black but can be swayed into dark colored marbling with gold flecks.

Machvise:

Another test subject for young Baby 5's nail journey, and Dellinger's.

He thinks it's funny to walk around with bright, obnoxious nails, but really could care less what you give him.

He actually kinda liked the time you gave him pizza slice nails.

Draws the line at press-on nails.

Sugar:

Allows it, but will very bluntly tell you you're doing it wrong.

The best compliment you will get from her is, "its not the worst."

She likes when you put cute stickers and stencils on a pretty pastel blue color.

Señor Pink:

Needs to be lead to believe it was his idea, otherwise the answer is no.

Watches intently, doesnt speak much.

Sucks his pacifier suddenly from time to time and the sound in the otherwise silent room makes you flinch.

He doesnt have any preferences, but appreciates when you make the color match his bonnet.

Might make you do his toe nails too so they match.

Viola:

Of course!

Her favorite is a dark mauve with white hand-painted flowers on the thumbs and/or ring fingers.

Dont worry if you cant paint the flowers correctly, she still appreciates it all the same.

She'll ask to paint yours in return.

Dellinger:

Slay 💅✨

You can use his nail polish.

Teases you if you mess up but genuinely starts to get annoyed if you make too many mistakes.

Likes cat-eye and holographic effects; don't worry, hes got the magnets and powders for it.

If he's feeling generous, he'll return the favor, but he might give you what he thinks would look good instead of what you want.

Buffalo:

Nuh-uh, no way.

......... Unless?

Easy to bribe into getting his nails painted.

Lets you paint them however you want, as long as you fullfill your end of the deal.

Baby 5:

Yes!!!

She loves getting her nails painted.

She'll even paint yours, however you want them!

She likes lace tips, but can easily be swayed if you think something else would look better on her.

(Please be kind to her; if you really must, meet her in the middle so she still gets what she wants.)

Bonus:

Bellamy:

Beg him over the course of a week and he'll eventually cave, but only his toe nails where nobody will see them.

Prefers plain black or navy blue colors.

Is very fidgety and uncomfortable the entire time.

(ironically, he doesnt like people touching his feet (he's ticklish))

Groans and complains, asking every 5 minutes if you're done yet.

Such a big baby.

Corazon:

Yes!!!

He's giddy at the thought, he would love for you to paint his nails.

Really, he just likes the quality time he gets to spend with you.

His favorite is a dark plum color with soft pink heart stencils.

He'll offer to paint yours in return, but knowing him, he'll just end up spilling a bottle or two.

Or three.