#i'll be in my bunk if y'all need me

[wildsaltair]

I want this picture tattooed on the inside of my eyelids

[lolathelooptyloop]

us against the world, just me & you !!

summary: college! and early 2000s! jackieshauna thoughts. no crash! au

warnings: not proofread at all like at all, at all, very light/implied nsfw, short

a/n: okay i've spent enough time posting random shit, time to fulfill my true calling of making wlw headcanons. i just finished s3 (rip mari ibarra rest in pit 😔) and seeing jackie in her pink and green early '000s housewife fit made me wanna write something where they go to college and live happily ever after. again this is very much not proofread (i literally wrote it in like 20-30 minutes) but enjoy regardless and hopefully i'll post a real fic soon.

so obviously in this universe shauna never slept with jeff or got pregnant, but i think she still had early acceptance into brown university

this obviously caused some ...tension... between her and jackie the summer before college

shauna tried really hard to hide it at first but eventually at a joint family dinner her mom brought it up while jackie was sitting right across the table from her

jackie stayed calm but crashed out after dinner when she and shauna were in private

she wasn't even mad about the acceptance she was just mad shauna kept it from her

"why would you lie to me about that?? you do know i would've been proud of you... right?"

and then shauna starts apologizing but also lowkey bringing up stuff that jackie does that made her feel like she had to keep it a secret because

y'all know my girl loves to not communicate her feelings until it's too much

and jackie starts to realize how they've both been hurting each other and how she really, really doesn't want shauna to leave her and go to brown, which causes some big 90s-romcom-esque moment where she's like "i just don't want to lose you!!"

and in my mind this is where they have their first kiss

some tears, a lot of miscommunication remedy-ing, and one sexuality crisis on jackie's part later, they're a kind of-sort of-official couple

shauna ends up not going to brown anyway because it's so far away from home and all her people

and i feel like this girl is defs a homebody like you saw her being so reluctant to go to that party

when jackie finds out she basically jumps for joy and shauna teases her about it ENDLESSLY

them moving into a dorm together!!

shauna calls van over to paint the walls (#handylesbiansforthewin) and they end up coming out to tai and van first

who obviously are so excited (they knew before jackie and shauna knew)

i think they still would go for a pink and green theme, but jackie would ask shauna more about how she wanted to design the dorm because jackie is trying to ask her opinion more often and shauna is trying to voice her needs instead of exploding with no warning

they end up getting bunk beds, shauna on the top and jackie on the bottom

jackie loves to hang a pretty sheet from the top bunk and hangs fairy lights all over the bedframe

shauna's bed is always made and jackie's bed is always messy (it just makes sense to me that shauna would be the neater one)

usually jackie ends up dragging shauna down to her bunk so that they can cuddle, though.

shauna who takes several classes a day and majors in literature and jackie who can't decide what she wants to do so she does a double major

she also is super active in things like environmental cleanups and art clubs and other random hobbylike events

i think jackie might think about joining a sorority, but decides not to because she thinks the hazing rituals are mean

plus, she wants to keep living with shauna

shauna who is always reading some massive old book or other for her classes and jackie who will randomly get bored and pounce on her, knocking the book from her hand and tickling her

"jax, i gotta finish paradise lost by tomorrow or i'm gonna fail this class!!" "aww, but i wanna make out with you! :("

it usually ends with the book forgotten on the floor while the girls fuck each other on the bed

i definitely feel like jackie is the type to be a d1 math HATER who stopped taking it as soon as she could in high school

and it comes back to bite her in the ass when she ends up having to take more math classes in college

at least shauna is there to help her with her homework

poor jax ends up getting super stressed out when she doesn't grasp the concept and picks at her skin/bounces her leg out of anxiety

my undiagnosed autistic queen

shauna puts a reassuring hand on her knee and kisses her until she calms down

jackieshauna who go to reunion parties with the other yellowjackets!!

a few of them probably also went to rutgers (laura lee and taivan), but they still want to see the other girls from time to time

they usually drink beer and play a friendly game of soccer while they catch up

jackie and shauna would probably also go to a lot of regular college parties, mostly ones that jackie was invited to

shauna will sometimes get really uncomfortable at these parties, she never liked big crowds or loud music

one time jackie found her crying in a bathroom after jackie left her to hang out with some friends

she felt so so bad and did most definitely reassure her by making out with her right there in the random frat boy's bathtub

now they only go to parties if both of them feel up to it

shauna loves to watch jackie do her hair and makeup for the parties and when i tell you that girl FREAKS OUT when jackie puts on a cute little mini dress

literally bi panic the absolute MAX (i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t-face)

jackie thinks it's super cute and gives her a teasing lil cheek kiss

speaking of kisses, these two become avid early 2000s rom-com watchers

they are SEATED when ten things i hate about you releases in 1999

jackie loves anything silly and lovey-dovey, but some of her favorites are pretty woman and amelie (she does try to learn french just because of the movie)

shauna enjoys them too, but she mostly just likes sitting on the couch with her arm around jackie's waist

jackie goes through a phase where she wants to straighten and dye her hair and shauna gets a nose piercing

they get matching tattoos!!!

jackie is really afraid of the needle but shauna convinces her it will be fine

they probably get something super corny like a moon and earth for "i love you to the moon and back"

jackie goes on to tell everyone that it didn't even hurt that bad (she totally cried)

they also get pets after a few years in college for sure

maybe in their junior or senior year, when they're both in their early 20s and financially stable enough to support animals

shauna gets an orange cat and jackie gets... you guessed it... a bunny

the cat was named "sherlock" by shauna after sherlock holmes (she loves mystery novels and no one can convince me otherwise)

the bunny is named "daisy princess shipman-taylor" by jackie

the two pets fight a lot at first but slowly grow to really love each other

the day the two end up cuddling up to sleep is considered a personal victory by the girls

"look babe it's us!!" -jackie

the two of them looove taking their pets out in those cheesy lil strollers to the mall and taking "family photos" together in crappy photo booths

the booths are really just an excuse to make out, but shauna still keeps all the photo strips tucked away safely in her nightstand.

well, that's all i've got for now! i hope you liked it, and if you did maybe drop a note to support a teenage author, if you please? it really does mean a lot. anyway, i'm so glad that this is the canon thing that happened in the show and no one died or got eaten, no one at all!! <333

[lasats-are-lovely]

kind of fucked up of you to make fun of how people relate to kallus.

... okay, I'll bite.

If this is about the tags I used on my last reblog (genuinely don't know wtf you would be talking about otherwise lol) then... okay? I'm not going to apologize for stating the fact that I don't find enjoyment in some of the fanon interpretations of Kallus that are popular here. I am allowed to disagree, and I am allowed to say that I disagree in any capacity on this website. If you are this mad because I stated that I disagreed with some interpretations in the tags of a post I reblogged, then... idk man, that's just weird? Weird and controlling?

I will say it again, with my chest this time (something you might want to try), that I definitely agree with the sentiment that a lot of Kallus's complex personality/traits/experiences are ignored or whittled down to very superficial labels in favor of amplifying what the audience here (which is a lot of younger afab people) finds relatable. And that's fine, as I said in my tags numerous times. Fandom is about exploring characters in a way that is enjoyable to you - y'all can do whatever tf you want with these guys.

I just personally don't find a lot of what is shared or said relatable. I don't enjoy the interpretation of Kallus as this uwu little baby (he's a 40 year old man who commited war crimes) who listens to TikTok artists and is a wittle gay virgin/total gay twink slut (don't personally think he's exclusively into men. Nor do I think Zeb is if the pinups in his bunk are anything to go off of. And he isn't a twink, he's 6'4, over the age of 25, has facial hair and is built like an ox, please stop misusing terms) who has a horrible guilt complex that Zeb needs to coddle him about as he cries about committing a genocide. It comes across to me as infantilizing, and doesn't make for interesting storytelling.

As a grown ass adult who is in a grown ass (healthy) adult relationship... I just see a lot of young people who haven't had the experiences in life that I've had. They relate to the media in ways that make sense to where they are in life right now -- but I have already been there. I have already done that... and I firmly believe that the character in question has also been there and done that, which is why I relate to him, and I just don't see that reflected much. That is literally all I was trying to say.

... and all that being said, I did see that one of the tags I used (the one using Sabrina Carpenter as an example) just so happened to relate to someone's specific posts. That was completely accidental, I literally pulled the example out of my ass at 1 am before going to bed with my fiance. It was not my intention to talk about anyone's specific posts, I was not aware that anyone had made a Sabrina Carpenter inspired Kalluzeb post. So if that person is you or someone you care about and you're defending them then yeah I can see why that would have upset you, but again I stated a half-assed opinion in the tags of a post I reblogged in the middle of the night... and I'm not going to give you an apology for that, especially because you decided to go about getting one like this. Step up and come back with a name attached to your words and maybe then we'll talk ✌️

[kimbapisnotsushi]

i was feeling shiratorizawa + semiten and kawashira hcs so y'all know the drill LET'S GO

goshiki has 100% forgotten that he sleeps in a bottom bunk bed and consequently has shot up awake at the sound of his alarm only to bang his head on the underside of the top bunk bed

or the ceiling if he has the top bunk it's the same either way

also for some random reason i really enjoy thinking about semi and peach green tea. idk he feels like such a peach green tea person

fun fact when i first got into hq i made a list in my notes app where i could keep track of what i thought EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER (organized by team) would order at a boba shop/cafe so i could reference it for fics. i just looked at it for the first time in years. i apparently put down strawberry black tea for semi which still remains a pretty good choice i think

you know what. semi can be a strawberry black tea AND a peach green tea person. he goes for peach green tea when he feels like straying from his usual strawberry black tea. there i fixed the problem we're back on track

tendou uses the excuse of going on boba runs for the team to get alone time with semi. he'll be like "haha i can't get ALL the drinks by myself!! eita come with me :3" and semi just sighs but is honestly secretly really pleased that tendou would choose him out of everyone to run errands with

the greatest love language of all: running errands together

i actually think that, all things considered, semi was probably a little bit insecure and a little bit shy when it came to performing

like yeah he doesn't mind BEING in the spotlight. but he had to work on thinking he was good enough for it at first if that makes sense??? and i think being benched for shirabu probably exacerbates that

he's not used to showing other people his songs and his music!!! he's not used to being vulnerable!! he's not used to believing that he's skilled!!! because obviously that didn't work out in volleyball!! what if semi isn't actually as good at music as he thought himself to be?

tendou of course is determined to make him throw all these thoughts out the window

furudate please give us the secret cultural festival arc where semi gets a chance to shine because of his musical talents . . .

actually since shiratorizawa is a bunch of rich kids i wonder if yamagata has a smartphone bc i just think that'd make him constantly losing it 100x funnier

yamagata: "can everyone shut the fuck up for like five minutes i lost my phone and need help listening for the vibrations"

honestly why do i feel like half the times yamagata has "lost" his phone was really just tendou messing with him

like he's in the foreground running around looking for it while tendou is in the background snapping selfies with it or whatever

reon, ushijima, and yamagata like to go jogging together early in the morning. semi tried it once and then promptly decided never again

i actually think soft quiet early mornings are reon's favorite time of day!! he gets some peace to himself and he gets to see the sunrise bleed into the sky and he gets that crisp sweet air of fresh dew in the dawn and it's so so comforting to him

god i don't know how he does it i could never be that much of a morning person

however this does also mean reon goes to bed at like nine pm at the latest which tendou is personally offended by

reon the early bird riser who probably does yoga or some shit before meeting ushijima and yamagata vs tendou the night owl who stays up til three reading manga in the dark

genuinely how is tendou functioning at practice he probably stays up til three like four out of seven days of the week

(sorry i know i'm dunking on tendou a lot i'll stop now)

kawanishi will never admit it but he is so incredibly fond of the height difference between him and shirabu

it allows shirabu to fit his head perfectly in the crook of kawanishi's neck during bus rides and such and it makes kawanishi's heart flutter every time

but also kawanishi is MISERABLE during spring because shirabu can't comfortably do that when kawanishi is prone to sneezing like every five minutes

shirabu, teacher's pet that he is, is really good friends with the school librarian

oh my god . . . kawashira blue sky complex au . . . i would actually cry . . .

okay anyways shirabu kenjirou is really good friends with the school librarian and that's how he finds out that the school librarian used to know ushijima's dad

wouldn't that be crazy tho????? i'm thinking it was either the same librarian that utsui had or it was a close friend of utsui's who became the school librarian after they graduated and stuff. i'm kind of leaning towards the second one bc i feel like that makes more sense

i just. can you imagine how alone ushijima had to feel. can you imagine how suffocating it had to be. like there's plenty of reason to assume that his mom's side (and perhaps the mom herself) ended up disliking utsui and i wouldn't be surprised if they tried to scrub him out of ushijima's life

new idea guys utsui comes back and gets with the shiratorizawa librarian

i'm KIDDING

(mostly)

honestly i just think this scenario would really show off how much shirabu and ushijima mean to each other because i think that gets underestimated a lot

they trust each other!!! they respect each other!!!! they understand each other!!! ushijima who knows that he is to be used for his pure raw strength and that that's all shirabu wants to do for him and shirabu who wants to bring out the best in ushijima and thinks of himself as someone who serves ushijima!!!!! shirabu and ushijima who both think they're being used by the other but they don't care because that works best for them!!!! it's their way of showing respect!!! by handing the reigns over!!!!

okay that's a really serious oversimplification of what i'm actually thinking but i got like five hours of sleep and i'm running on two mugs of some strong ass lotus green tea i trust you guys y'all get what i mean

like idk i think ushijima wouldn't really know what to do with shirabu when they first meet in their second and first years. quiet upperclassman who is occasionally a jerk but mostly does not mean to be and his equally quiet underclassman who IS a jerk and DOES mean to be. they'd be so fucking funny together. they back each other up in ways they don't even realize. they could leave entire crowds in tears on accident

actually . . . the poor third years back then who had to deal with this first year they thought was quiet and composed and unassuming and totally chill. but was, in fact, completely unchill

shirabu's gone to bat for every single member of the team at some point btw. soekawa ushijima reon yamagata semi tendou etc etc. none of them have ever witnessed it though word just gets passed around to them like shirabu is some honor-defending ninja who only works in the shadows

and then it really surprises shirabu when they come to bat for HIM

i mean i just. i think shirabu is really used to being independent. is used to doing things by himself. he's not used to other people sticking up for him or other people trying to guide him (which could be another reason why he clashes with semi). it's not that he thinks he's perfect but like. he's never had people who wanted to do that for him before!!

but now he's got goshiki who WANTS compliments from him and he's got kawanishi who loves him for whatever reason and he's got the upperclassmen who ruffle his hair and swing an arm around his shoulders and tell him ot text when he needs help and he's just like ???? like a system error.

give it up for shirabu kenjirou everyone i love him

[humiliatemeplesse]

Your company sent your department to one of those confidence and character building places for a week. It was remote, out in the woods in the mountains near a river. Everyone was assigned a bunckmate from other groups that were there. Y'all slept in tiny rooms with one bunk bed. The guy you were bunked with looked kinda mean but you thought well we won't be in here very much, we get up at 4am and go to bed at 8am. But your bunkmate had ideas. The very first night you were there and ready to go to bed he shut the door and jumped up on the top bunk. Then he said "I know you're a faggot, I hate fucking faggots. So if I gotta bunk with one you're gonna do what I tell you asswipe." He kicked off his boots. "Sniff 'em homo, put your ugly faggot face in my sweaty fucking socked feet and sniff 'em. Kiss 'em. Massage 'em. Or I'll fucking kick your teeth out ass sniffer." You were terrified of him, you actually started shaking. You one this guy could kill if he wanted to. So you started sniffing his socks. "That's it cock breath, you do what you're told and I won't snap your fucking neck. Look at you, sniffing a guy's dirty sweaty socks, not even arguing about doing such a humiliating thing. What a weak little fag. I was pissed that they sent to this fucking thing but maybe it'll be fun...for me." Over the week you worshipped his sweaty socked feet every night at bedtime and he also used your mouth as his spittoon, urinal and snot rag. He'd jerk off every night and then make you lick up his cum off of the floor. He verbally degraded you so much and so bad you actually cried every night. On the last night after you had serviced him and done every humiliating thing he told you to, you wrote down your name, address and phone number and gave it to him and asked him very politely in a begging tone that he come to your place whenever he wanted and treat you however he wanted to, you said a faggot like you needed to be treated like the subhuman he had been treating you like. "You pathetic, dirty, diseased, plague on this earth faggot, I can't fucking believe how low you pieces of shit will go." But, he took your address and put it in his pocket.

[chilipowder9]

I'M LOW ENERGY, SAD I CAN'T SEW YET, AND TERRIFIED OF MY DEPRESSION CAVE

I'm going to ignore EVERYTHING and be creative in a lazy way that still makes me feel good!!

I'm going to give a preset sim a makeover!

I respect real people's style choices...

...BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I HAVE TO RESPECT SIMS' STYLE CHOICES THIS IS HIDEOUS!!!!

Context: I have a sims world were my sim has a industrial diy shack that's a repurposed warehouse with a bunch of cheap or upcycled things, and I allow friends and other sims I make to be friends to move in, often just adding yet another bunk, or even a tree house

so let's start with the first sim who asked to join our little punk found family (even though I've been working on making my best friend in the sims, I would show y'all my current sim but she is literally me built into the sims - my name included - and I do not wish to show that around the internet, the little portrait in the corner is too much to me anyway but I'm too lazy to do anything about it

I'm not messing with her outfit one bit yet, I'm changing her first, I love what they tried to do, but they failed to do it, so I'm going to try and make Lilith Vatore still Lilith Vatore, but more to my liking... oh yeah, the eyebrows are gone

okay maybe I like them just a bit toned down

now remember guys: I don't want a model, just someone I don't mind seeing every in game night (vampire sim)

her lips don't need to go but they do need adjusting

basically just make them wider, she's already almost model in my opinion

while I understand some people may be in love with her hairstyle, I am not

this is a similar hairstyle that doesn't throw me off for the perfectly square bangs (seriously, if you have perfectly square bangs good job idk how y'all do it)

and literally with that her physical existence is done! Now I'm gonna mess with her makeup!!

I already can't remember what she had so I'm gonna wing it!

I'd say I did good since I never do makeup

now....the outfit...

got an upgrade!

I'm antsy to get this posted so I'll just update when I do Business

[unsc-offical]

Straight into hell

Chapter 2 part 3

Liam and the captain walked forward into the cafeteria

"my name's Reynolds. Cpt Reynolds. We started here with 29 people in this cafeteria. Most of them died during the securing of the surrounding halls hours ago. We payed for how fast we moved. You won't find a single person in this room to be very willing to strike up a conversation right now, so it's probably best to be quick. We have 2 civilian cooks in the kitchen you can see everyone else left in front of you. I'm going go back with Raymond and Amelia and take them back. Go make some friends. You'll need them."

Reynolds began walking away but then stopped before the door; "oh, once you've familialized yourself with the marines. Take Mable on a supply run to a nearby armoury. She needs to learn how to handle her weapon."

"who's Mable?" asked Liam

"the combat Engineer." Answered Reynolds.

"She looks like she's been in the core since I was born?" Liam confusedly stated

"nah, new recruit as of 12 hours ago. Anyway, Got to go." Reynolds said as he started jogging back to Raymond and Amelia.

Chapter 2 part 4

Liam approached the very shaky man first. Being back at their base seemed to do nothing to calm him.

"hey there. How are you, you seem understandably stressed, is there anything I can do to help?" Liam asked calmly, he had been around a lot of traumatized soldiers back when he was a medic piloting a medevac Pelican, and knew the guy probably needed someone to comfort him, so he sat down next to the marine to hear what he had to say.

The Marine broke into tears and Liam put an hand on his shoulder

"so many of them are gone" the marine said shakily through tears

"... we left Jess behind *sob* and he was my friend *sob* and now he's gone *sob* everyone I knew is gone *sob*"

The marine who was named Don cried into Liam's armor until Liam wrapped a blanket around him and got him to go to his bunk.

Liam went to go check on the medic and the very bandaged up marine.

"hey y'all. How are we feeling?" Liam asked

"besides the constant death close by and my very cut up body, pretty good. I try to be optimistic about our chances. And I've been injured worse many times before." Said the marine

"'names mark. You can call me mark, if you'd like. I'm the demolitions guy. And I accidentally demolished myself as well as a horde of the undead."

"nice to meet you. You should probably rest up soon after she finishes up here."

Liam looked over to the medic. "By the way, what's your nam-"

"I am Medical officer Orellios. Please leave my patient alone. He is good in my care."

"alright sorry I was just checking on our injured coworkers, I'll be on my way now."

Liam walked to the kitchen and two men stepped out. One looked like a stereotypical Italian New Yorker from the 2450's and the other looked like he had been serving on the ship for 50 years

"what can I get for ya?" The older one asked. "We got all the worst mre flavors. The red curry and pad Thai that is not at all red, spinach feta quiche that is not at all quiche shaped or feta tasting, we also have some taco pizza and breadsticks left but I'm saving those so we can have something good as our collective last meals. Hey Remy, do we got any pork ribs and cornbread left? I wouldn't feed the cornbread to a starving kitten let alone a mostly nurished guy with options but the pork ribs are better than the other options. That stuff may be supposed to be cornbread but I don't think it's anything like it. Anyway here's the pork ribs, fresh off the flame. Enjoy. Oh the name's rawb by the way. Been working as a cook here most of my life."

"rawb? What happened? You look like you've been through 8 tours in what, a week since I last saw you? It's Liam by the way." He said as he took off his helmet.

"good to see ya alive Liam. We'll talk more soon. Go eat up. I heard you're going on a supply run right after."

[expired-applejuice]

Part 5 of incorrect quotes

Bahorel: Guys, there's a monster under my bed and it's really ugly.

Grantaire, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Cosette: i made a Marshmallow Inspector Javert.

Cosette: see? his arms are crossed because he's mad at Marshmallow Valjean for escaping him.

Cosette: you like it?

Javert:

Javert: *choked up* it's fine.

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Courfeyrac: Once again, Courfeyrac and Combeferre save the day.

Enjolras: You didn't do anything It was all Combeferre.

Courfeyrac: We're a package deal. Everybody knows that.

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Grantaire: Hello, fellow idiots

Enjolras: Hello, Grantaire

Grantaire: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot

Enjolras: You underestimate me

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*Combeferre is cooking*

Grantaire: Any chance that's for me?

Combeferre: It's for Courfeyrac. I'm planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Enjolras: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment

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Enjolras: Feuilly isn't answering his phone

Bahorel: I'll call

Combeferre: Enjolras and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Feuilly: Hello?

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Javert: God, give me patience.

Valjean: I think you mean "give me strength".

Javert: No, You better hope God doesn't give me strength because if he did, you'd be dead.

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Joly: Hey, Bossuet? What does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Bossuet: i don't know, I love you, talk to you later.

Joly: Oh, okay, I'll just ask Musichetta. I love you too.

Bossuet:

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Jehan: You have to apologize.

Montparnasse: Fine, but this might make me a better and more likable person and that is not the man you fell in love with!

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Someone may have done this

*playing truth or dare*

Eponine: Okay, truth or dare?

Grantaire: Dare.

Eponine: Kiss the next person who arrives.

Grantaire: Gross, I'm not kissing any of you. None of you are my type.

*Enjolras walks in*

Grantaire:

Grantaire, using breath stray and putting on chapstick: Well, a dare's a dare.

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Courfeyrac: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Marius: Seize the day, seize the night, what's the last one?

Courfeyrac: Seize the dick.

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Grantaire: mean, sure, I have my bad days. But then I remember what a cute smile Apollo has.

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Combeferre: *seductively takes off glasses*

Combeferre: Wow...

Courfeyrac, blushing: Haha... what?

Combeferre: You're really fucking blurry.

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Bossuet: Hey, babe.

Joly: Hmm?

Bossuet: I need your help with a math problem.

Joly: Oh, sure! What do you need?

Bossuet: How do you simplify 2i<6u?

Joly: i<3u

Bossuet: Awww, i<3u too!

Joly:

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Enjolras, texting Bossuet: Send dudes

Bossuet: You mean-

Bossuet: You mean send nudes??!

Enjolras: No, we crashed the funeral and I'm bleeding. Send Grantaire

Grantaire: *already ran out the door*

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Combeferre: I know every song to ever exist, doesn't matter when it was made.

Enjolras: Oh, yeah?

Grantaire: Finish this; I don't cook, I don't clean-

Combeferre: but let me tell you how got this ring,

Combeferre, Grantaire, and Courfeyrac, who came out of no were: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME, DRIP DOWN THE SIDE OF ME-

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*undercover*

Eponine: You don't think can fight because I'm a girl.

Marius: 'Ponie I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. To be fair, don't think Bahorel could fight in that either.

Bahorel: No, but I'd make a bomb ass wife.

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Valjean: You're pouting.

Javert: I'm not pouting, I'm brooding.

Valjean: That's how pretty men pout.

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Valjean, picking up his phone: Javert? I'm kind of busy right now-

Javert: Do you think drinking thirty-six cans of Redbull consecutively would heighten my senses or would I just die?

Valjean:

Valjean: I'm on my way.

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Eponine: Bitches be like "I'm baby" but have childhood trauma and were neglected.

Eponine: Like what do you know about being baby? You were forced to grow up from an early age.

Eponine:

Everyone else:

Eponine: It's me. I'm bitches.

Gavroche, sighing: We know.

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Feuilly: Y'all ever get so tired you see spiders?

Grantaire: Me when I take seventeen Benadryl and start seeing the Hat Man.

Jehan: THE WHAT?

Grantaire: Oh, so this is suddenly not a safe space?

-

Courfeyrac: Relationships should be 50/50; Combeferre cooks dinner while I sit on the counter looking pretty.

-

Bahorel: Not everyone likes you, Montparnasse. You aren't Feuilly.

Montparnasse: Not everyone likes Feuilly??

Enjolras, coming out of no where: Who?

Montparnasse:

Bahorel, cracking his knuckles: we need names, Montparnasse.

-

Musichetta: Can you two cut me some slack? I'm sort of in love.

Joly: I'm sorry, but that's really not our problem.

Musichetta: I'm in love with you both.

Bossuet, blushing: Oh... that brings us into the loop a little.

-

Combeferre: I fell-

Courfeyrac: From heaven?

Combeferre: No, I literally fell-

Courfeyrac: In love with me the moment you saw me

Combeferre: MY ARM IS BROKEN, COURFEYRAC

Courfeyrac: Ok, but am I pretty? Be honest.

-

*Combeferre and Grantaire in a casino*

Combeferre: Grantaire, we're about to get kicked out-

Grantaire: Shush!

Combeferre: We gotta-

Grantaire: Shut up!

Combeferre: R-

Grantaire: Shh! Shush, shush, shush! Do you hear that?

Combeferre: Wha- are you drunk?

Grantaire: Yes, but listen!

Combeferre:

Grantaire:

Grantaire: It's the sound of me not giving a fuck.

-

Javert: We all have our demons.

Javert, pointing at Les Amis: These ones are mine.

-

Valjean, helping Marius stand after being wounded: You need to be careful, you're loosing a lot of blood-

Marius, loopy: I'm not "loosing" it, I know exactly where it is!

*Marius points to the puddle of his blood on the floor.*

Valjean: Oh, dear Lord, I should just leave you.

-

Enjolras, making his third cup of coffee: Why are my hands so shaky?

Combeferre, on his fifth: Your skeleton is ready to hatch.

-

Montparnasse, to Feuilly: What's the first thing you notice when someone approaches you?

Bahorel, holding Feuilly's hand: The audacity.

-

Combeferre: Did you know-

Bahorel: That somethings are better left unsaid?

Combeferre: Nice try.

-

Eponine: Do you have any idea how dangerous I'd be if I had zero self doubt?

-

Jehan: If I were a drink, I'd be cherry vanilla coke. If you were a drink, what would you be?

Grantaire: Bleach.

Bahorel: Blood

Montparnasse: arsenic

Feuilly: Alright, calm down edgelords.

-

Grantaire: Dad didn't raise a quitter!

Joly: I thought your dad left?

Grantaire: Which is why I'm quitting.

-

Grantaire to Combeferre: Do you think I'm ugly?

Combeferre: It's not about looks, R. What's valuable is on the inside.

Grantaire, touched: Aww...

Combeferre: For example, someone's heart.

Grantaire: You're a good friend, Combeferre -

Combeferre: It can be priced at over one million US dollars, you know.

Grantaire:

-

Grantaire: Ok, here's my wishlist.

Musichetta: This is surprisingly reasonable.

Joly: We could probably get all this by Christmas.

Enjolras: Oh, so no one's gonna ask why I'm on the list?

Grantaire: That's more of a hope.

Enjolras: I still don't get why I'm on the list?

Bossuet, to Grantaire: Are you sure you don't want someone else?

Grantaire: Nope, I want him.

Enjolras: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY I'M OM THE LIST?!

-

*playing Would You Rather?*

Eponine: Ok, R. Would you rather die or-

Grantaire: Die.

Cosette: She hasn't even-

Grantaire: Die.

Marius: Grantaire, we talked about this...

-

Enjolras: I was born for politics.

Enjolras: have great hair and I'm great at lying.

-

Bahorel: I've thought about taking swim classes for adults, but honestly that's sadder than just drowning.

-

Combeferre, to Grantaire: I need 45 minutes away from you, and then we can be best friends again.

-

Montparnasse: *raises eyebrows *

Jehan: Put those back down

[shadowycoffeeperfection]

Comfort

Characters: crosshair and hunter

Warnings: heavy angst,brief mentions of torture, other then that none

Summary: just two brothers who need each other's comfort after rescuing crosshair from the empire.

Notes: I wrote this mostly from Hunter's point of view. This is my first time posting a fanfic. I hope y'all will like it and enjoy!

The Marauder was jolted by the hail of blaster fire, as it broke free of the atmosphere, into space where it was finally able to make the jump to hyperspace.

Hunter let out a sigh of relief as the ship made the jump. He patted Echo, who was flying the ship, on the shoulder before going to check on the rest of his squad.

Tech was laying in his bunk with his eyes closed, his spare googles in his hand. But Hunter could tell he was not asleep by his uneven breathing. Omega was curled up by his side with her head on his shoulder and her arm wrapped tightly around Tech. "How you holding up Tech?"

"I am fine, I just require rest is all." Tech responded without opening his eyes. Hunter could feel the emotional storm brewing in him. After being with the Empire for weeks before they could locate him, Hunter knew that he would need more then just rest but he knew this wasn't the time to pry into Tech's emotions. Instead he moved his focus to Omega and felt his heart swell with love and pride. Omega had been in the hands of the Empire just as long as Tech but she was in better shape then Tech; seeing as the Empire focused their torture techniques on Tech instead of Omega.

Hunter knew the time with the Empire was still hard on her though, and he couldn't be more proud of how strong she was. He was so relieved to have her back, he would have moved galaxies aside to find her. Omega was like his daughter and he would never let anything happen to her again.

Hunter reached down and scooped Omega up in his arms, hugging her tightly to him. She sighed contently and snuggled into his embrace. "Let's get you to bed, young lady." Hunter said softly moving towards the space Wrecker had made for her but Tech's voice stopped him.

"Omega may stay here, with me, for a little while. If that is okay with her."

Hunter turned back to Tech to find him with his eyes now opened and looking at him. Only then did Hunter see the redness of his eyes and the tears in them. Hunter felt shock course through him as he realized Tech had been trying to hold back his tears. He hadn't seen Tech cry since they'd been cadets. He could sense that Tech didn't want to be alone and as if Omega could also sense it, she quietly said she didn't want to be alone either, and would stay with him to rest.

Hunter gently laid Omega back on the bunk and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He squeezed Tech's shoulder. "I'll be here when you wake up brother." Hunter's words were meant as more then just reassurance but also a offer to talk. Tech took a shuddering breath and nodded without comment. Hunter had never seen Tech seem so fragile and it broke his heart but he knew both Tech and Omega needed rest so he retreated back to the cockpit to find Wrecker snoring in the co pilot's seat. Echo was still in the pilots seat and scrolling through his data pad.

Hunter shook his head. He really had no idea how Wrecker could be asleep after just having the fight of their lives with the Empire to rescue Omega, Crosshair and Tech. He smiled slightly amused though and happy his vod was okay. Echo turned to him. "How are Tech and Omega?"

"They are resting. But I've not seen Tech this upset in a long time. They are all gonna need some time." Hunter sat down in the chair behind Wrecker and closed his eyes, letting himself reveal in the fact that not only had he gotten Omega and Crosshair back, but Tech was indeed alive and okay. And he was also back with them. Hunter had thought his heart stopped when he had first seen Tech very much alive but he couldn't be any more happier or greatful.

Echo's voice brought Hunter back from his thoughts. "Do you think Crosshair will want to stay with us?" The question brought a frown to his face. Hunter knew Crosshair was going to be the challenge. As soon as they had boarded the Marauder, Crosshair had retreated into the cargo bay and had not returned. Hunter knew he needed a few minutes to himself before he went down and checked on him. Which is why Hunter had decided to check on the rest of the squad first.

"He is gonna need more time then Omega and Tech. But yes, in the end we are a family and we stick together no matter what. And he's gonna need his family here for him ." Hunter said firmly.

Echo nodded. "We will be there."

Hunter decided he had gave Crosshair long enough and made his way to the cargo bay. He could feel the emotions rolling off of Crosshair. Anger, guilt, sadness, despair, and a overwhelming sense of relief from being freed.

Hunter found Crosshair sitting between some creates, his back against the wall with his legs pulled to his chest, arms wrapped around them with his head down. Hunter could hear his racing heart and his ragged breath.

Crosshair didn't look up as Hunter approached him, kneeling in front of him. As the swirl of emotions rushed through Crosshair, the one he decided to hold onto was anger; he felt weak and vulnerable and that was one thing he absolutely hated. "Go away." He sneered.

Hunter sighed, but didn't move. "I'm not going anywhere Cross." Hunter said softly. He knew Crosshair still felt betrayed by him. Hunter had felt guilty ever since leaving him on Kamino and then again on the landing platform. Hunter had wished everyday since then, that he had done more to get Crosshair to go with them.

"Don't act like you care, Hunter." Came the crude response. He still didn't look at Hunter or move. Hunter was knew that Crosshair didn't want him to see him vulnerable but Hunter also knew he needed to push him, just a bit, to get him to open up and let everything out. Crosshair was a closed off person and preferred to keep everyone at arms length. He rarely opened up to his brothers but when he did, it was always to one of them, never anyone outside the squad. So Hunter knew that whatever Crosshair had went though; he had gone through it alone. Holding everything in.

"Crosshair, look at me." Hunter commanded in his strict Sargent voice.

"Leave me alone! I am not one of you anymore." The sorrow in Crosshair's voice along with his words was enough for Hunter to feel like his heart had just been sliced into.

Hunter moved slowly and carefully into the small space next to Crosshair. With his back to the wall, his legs stretched out, Crosshair was to his left and the stack of creates were to his right. He placed his hands in his lap and settled in to wait. Hunter was determined to not leave until Crosshair and him were on good terms and that he knew Crosshair was going to be okay. Hunter also promised himself that he would never leave Crosshair behind ever again no matter what.

Crosshair's breath hitched as Hunter moved closer. And Hunter could sense him fighting for control of himself.

"Listen, I know I did you wrong. When I first left you on Kamnio, it was because you were trying to kill us. Then we didn't come back because it was too dangerous. That wasn't fair to you. We let you down...I let you down."

Hunter paused, waiting to see if Crosshair would respond, in which he did not. Hunter knew he was waiting on him to continue so Hunter pushed passed the lump in his throat, took a deep breath and continued.

"When you brought us back to Kamnio and I stunned you, I was bringing you with us. I was going to make sure you had your inhibitor chip removed. Then I was going to give you a chance like you gave us. But things went wrong, you woke up and you chose the Empire over us again. I should have pushed harder for you to come with us-no i should have...I should have begged you to come with us."

Hunter's voice broke at the last sentence and he gulped. Blinking back the burning behind his eyes, he looked over to Crosshair. Who slowly lifted his head but didn't turn to look at him or speak.

"But your wrong Cross, you are one of us. Always have been, even after everything."

"32 rotations...."

"What?"

"32 rotations, I spent on that platform, wishing you would come back for me. Wishing I'd gone with you." Crosshair whispered and Hunter felt his heart stop as the thought of 32 rotations-longer then a month- ran through his mind. Hunter felt broken, knowing his brother had spent a whole month on that platform before the Empire showed up for him.

"I'm so sorry Crosshair." Hunter responded horsely. Crosshair scoffed. "I don't want your pity."

"I don't pity you, I feel responsible." Hunter responded with the truth because he did indeed feel responsible and guilty.

Crosshair finally looked at Hunter, eyes red from crying, tear tracks still visible on his thin face. He had his lips pressed together in a line with a slight scowl. Hunter could see the emotional turmoil in his intense gaze and hear his uneven, heavy breathing as his heartbeat raced. "It wasn't your fault Hunter. You just did what you needed to. You did what you could to protect the other's." Crosshair said quietly in a much calmer voice.

Hunter realized that Crosshair had just needed him to admit he was wrong and apologize for not coming back for him for Crosshair to forgive him. Hunter felt relief wash over him but he wasn't sure if he'd ever really truly forgive himself for leaving Crosshair behind.

"My chip stopped working right after I got burned on Bracca. I wanted to come back but half the time my chip was still working...controlling me, and I couldn't leave."

"You could have called us Cross. We would have came for you if we had known."

"I couldn't...I'm a monster, Hunter. I've done terrible things. Things I didn't want to do but couldn't stop myself....because good soilders follow orders." Crosshair whispered, looking utterly broken. Hunter felt his chest tighten with sorrow for his younger brother.

"The Empire played you, they made you do those things. It was the Empire not you." Hunter reassured. Placing a hand on Crosshair's shoulder.

"I don't belong here...I'm not a good person-not like you...or the others."

"You do belong here Crosshair, you always have and you always will. We are your family. We want you." Hunter stated firmly.

It was with this that Crosshair finally broke down and started to sob loudly and uncontrollably. Hunter reached forward and pulled Crosshair close as his brother crumbled to piece in his arms. Crosshair laid his head on Hunter's shoulder, as his tears soaked Hunter's shirt.

Crosshair leaned into his brothers touch, he hadn't been held in so long by anybody. He had been so lonely for so long. He'd never admit to Hunter or anyone else but he secretly loved the wrestling with Wrecker or the rare occasions he would get a pat on the back from Hunter, Tech, or Echo. Feeling the loving touch of his brother made him sob all the harder. Making him wish for the millionth time, that this would have never happened to him. That he would have never left his brothers in the first place.

Hunter sat there with his arms wrapped tightly around Crosshair for a long time. Hunter didn't speak. Just being there for his brother and letting him get it all out. Eventually, the sobbing started to quiet away and when Crosshair's breathing was almost back to normal, he pulled away, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He settled next to Hunter with his back against the wall. Looking away from his brother.

Hunter knew it was alot for Crosshair to let anyone see him so vulnerable. He knew his little brother didn't like to show any weakness so he wanted to remind him that it was okay to open up every once in a while. "It's okay to be human Cross, I will always be here for you. I won't ever leave behind again....whenever you need to talk, I will be here. And I won't tell anybody. I promise you."

Crosshair hummed, processing the words. After a few minutes of quiet, he finally turned back to Hunter. "Thank you, for bringing me home." He said so quietly, that Hunter wouldn't have heard him if he didn't have enhanced hearing. Hunter felt happiness rush through him, and smiled softly at Crosshair. He knew, then, that Crosshair would eventually be okay. Yes it would take time, but he would be okay. And he was home with them. Once again, they were all together again.

"Welcome home, brother."

[mannick]

The interview

Minors DNI!! Warnings: Marijuana use, cursing, toy play, slight talk of masturbation. 18+ slight smut? I'm sorry for any spelling errors!

"You ready hot stuff?" Josh asked me as we all piled off the tour bus and onto the street.

I shook my head immediately."I'm so sad that you're the one I feel that's the most sane to trust with the remote." I replied with a pout clutching the pink remote close to my chest. I heard Sam snort causing me to look at him.

"You trusted Joshua more than Danny? You're truly insane." He says while nudging my arm with his elbow as we continued to walk.

My eyes met Danny's, of course he was laughing but not because of Sam said, but because he knew why I didn't trust him with that type of power. He was sweet but I've seen what happens when Daniel gets sexual power, he was definitely not the one I'd give the remote to. My whole body shivered as I pushed those thoughts out of my head.

"Daniel, honey, I'm sitting between you and Jake. I just know if I sit by Josh I will snatch the remote. Sam also will not help at all."

Sam's head snapped to me and he immediately grinned. "I will help! I'll help you become undone in front of that interviewer so you lose the bet. I want my kiss." Sam made a kissy face towards me before letting out his infamous stoner chuckle.

I am in deep shit

The night before

"How about we make a bet? I wear vibrating underwear in the interview. If I make noises and quit then you all get a kiss from me. But if you guys win, you all have to kiss Danny and Danny has to kiss you guys.. I wanna see some tongue!" I suggested confident with my stoned decision. The marijuana definitely influencing my thinking at this point.

Danny smirked before speaking "You barely keep quiet with your fingers, it's almost like you want to kiss us all." He kept eye contact as he spoke, him obviously getting a kick out of how I immediately became red.

My face completely flushed from embarrassment, he must've heard me in my bunk often. "Shut up Danny, you don't know what you're talking about." I retorted with red cheeks.

Jake shook his head smiling, "We've all heard you Y/N, you get um.. you get really-" Sam immediately interjected "Really wet, so if we don't hear your stifled moans we still hear- you?"

By this time my face was in my hands and josh tried not to laugh at my embarrassment "Cmon Y/N don't be embarrassed, I'm sure you've heard one of us jerk off before."

I nodded and looked at him slightly biting my bottom lip "I always hear you guys.. that's why I'm always so wet when I uhh... ya know... I'm thinking about you guys doing- that..." My head went down as I started picking at my fresh acrylics.

Daniel cleared his throat and laid his head back on the couch. "Good to know." He stated while turning his head my way to look at me again.They all looked at each other I guess making a decision to agree to the deal I had struck up.

"Okay, we agree to your deal. But- if you want me to tongue down Danny, I get full control of the remote." Josh says looking into my eyes with a goofy smile, his eyes low and red. He was truly high, we all were.

Smiling up at him I looked at the other boys who waited on your response. "Fine Joshua."

Sam smirked "Also if you hear us, it would be nice of you to ask if we need help-"

Jake threw a pillow at Sam's head causing us all to laugh. "Shut up dude!"

-end of flashback-

Immediately as we walked I handed Joshua the remote which he put in his pocket. I stuck myself myself between Jake and Danny, I grabbed both of their hands squeezing them.

Jacob leaned down whispering "Y/n, relax. We can stop the bet right now if you'd like."

I shook my head and nervously grinned "Y'all are truly hell bent over a kiss from me huh?"

Jake only smirked and looked away as a response still holding my hand.

Sam popped out of nowhere nodding childishly "I am! Can't t speak for the rest of them."

My lips curled into a smile as I stood on my tippy toes kissing the corner of Sam's mouth gently. "Mwah! Something to hold you over until you POSSIBLY get another one."

Sam's cheeks went red and he got quiet as the other boys whooped and snickered at him. I kissed his cheek and pushed him playfully causing him to stumble and laugh a bit.

Jake wraps his arm around my waist as we walk into the building. Josh turns around with a small smirk before speaking "It starts now, last chance to puss out."

I shake my head and sit on the couch between Danny and Jake "I'm not backing down Joshua."

Josh bit his lip sitting in a chair and sliding his hand in his pocket. We had a few minutes before the interviewer came so it was just a bunch of set people making sure everything was set up right for the cameras. Suddenly I felt a vibration starting very slowly in my underwear, I took my bottom lip between my teeth and gripped jakes thigh while leaning my head onto Danny's shoulder. I felt Danny chuckle and look to Josh who was smirking from across the room.

"oh fuuuuck" I moaned into Danny's shoulder. My hips began to move in small circles as a bit down on my bottom lip to keep myself from getting loud.

"Look at how pretty she is." Jake mumbled to the guys as he roughly grabbed the back of my neck making me show my face to them all.

Sam bit his bottom lip "Y/n you're so fucking pretty."

"So pretty mama." Josh mumbled as he turned the vibrator to the second highest speed.

That caused my back to arch and me to audibly suck in a breath. Their words swirling in my head making me wetter than I could even fathom. My slick had created a pool in my underwear. In that moment I completely understood what the boys meant with the whole "We still hear– you" comment. My nipples were noticeably hard and my sweater rubbed against them as my body bucked, making my eyes water from the sensation.

Danny took notice of my hardened nipples and pretended to get something off of my shirt pinching one of my them gently.

I let a out stifled needy moan, my eyes closing briefly before a slight slap was given to my cheek, turning me on even more.

Danny smirked and leaned down to my ear whispering "Eyes need to stay open-yeah?" I breathed out and nodded biting my lip trying to keep myself together as they stared at me intensely, I was truly becoming undone.

-15 minutes into the interview-

Josh turned the vibrator off once the interviewer entered the room, which was a fucking relief. However, the boys kept giving me sly smirks and kissy faces throughout the whole interview. They think they have the upper hand– they do but that's so not the point!

"So Y/n, what do you do? Like what's your job description?" She asks with a playful smile turning to me waiting for a response.

I laughed and scratched my head  "It's more like what don't I do. I sell merch, I plan EVERYTHING, I help put most shows and things together. I run the GretaVanFleet accounts on ALL platforms because Samuel is a menace. " I laugh and shoot a wink to Sam who chuckles and nods.

"I would agree, I am a menace. My media presence is just too raw for our fans I guess." He shrugs and makes direct eye contact with interviewer as he laughs.

The interviewer laughs and tries to avoid eye contact with Sam. Her cheeks flushed red and I let out a little huff in response while rolling my eyes. "He isn't even that fucking funny." I mumbled under my breath causing Danny and Jake both to chuckle.

Jake leaned down whispering "Jealousy is so hot on you princess." My cheeks immediately begin to burn as the a burn in my stomach started to come back.

He then looks over at Josh who was sitting up pushing his hand into his pocket. I didn't really think too much of it because I was too focused on the fact that Sam was still flirting with the interviewer, looking over to gauge my reaction here and there. That was until I felt a vibration on the highest level causing me to gasp and close my eyes while putting my head down on my knees.

The interviewer looked concerned and turned to face me."Hey Y/n are you okay?"

Jake wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me to sit upright again, pulling me into his side allowing me to put my face in the crook of his neck with a whimper, while rubbing circles on my side with a smile "She's fine, she just has really terrible cramps."

I hum in response softly all while nodding agreeing to what Jake says. The interviewer gave me a sympathetic look before saying "Girl I know exactly how you feel! Sorry you're going through that."

I nodded a gave a small smile back. I then turned to look at josh who was wearing his signature smirk, I locked eyes with him as a bit down on my bottom lip while feeling the bullet violently vibrate against my sensitive bud. My hand went up to the back of Jake's neck and i tugged on his hair as a squeezed my eyes shut feeling a knot form in my stomach. His jaw clenched and he cleared his throat letting me know it turned him on when I pulled his hair.

"Mmfh- fuck." I let slip out - I  immediately started apologizing to the interviewer who was completely understanding.

Sam was obviously amused as he leaned back in his chair watching me try to keep my moans contained. The interviewer remained completely clueless as to what was actually going on, the low buzzing of the vibrator only loud enough for me and the boys I shared the couch with to hear. My breaths were obviously uneven and sharp, I ground down into the vibration feeling sparks all over my body as I was close. So fucking close.

The boys continued the interview as if nothing was going on. Danny whispers something to Jake behind me and he nods and smiles.

" I admire how much of a good girl you're being for us right now." A husky voice belonging to Daniel whispered into my neck making me shudder, my climax almost reaching.

I was so wet, the wettest I've ever been my panties were completely ruined and my pants were going to be soaked through  as well. Danny's still hand that rested on my lower back began to fall lower, his hand slipping into the waistband of my pants. He was subtle at first just gripping my ass a bit causing me to push back into his hand. As my climax was right there and right as I started to cum josh shut the vibrator off completely making my eyes shoot open and me to glare him down.

He, however, found that funny and he laughed at my reaction. Sam followed snickering a bit. Jake didn't move at all, he just smirked and turned to look at me. Josh then started to speak

"Is the pain too much? Do you want to go back to the bus and quit the interview?" He cocked his brow at me waiting for an answer.

I bit my lip and surprised them by nodding. "I guess my cramps win, it was nice to meet you and I hope to see you again soon." I say directly to the interviewer then I look at the boys who look pleased. "I'll see you boys on the bus."

I stood up and smirked as I walked out of the room- well more like wobbled out of the room. I was a bit uncomfortable as my underwear were very slippery. But, I had a plan now. Those boys were the ones in deep shit now.

Let me know if I should do a second part! This also my first fanfic/ imagine so talk to me! Let me know if it’s good or not!

[iguana-braces]

Y'all, I've been thinking about this fic all day and I finally ironed out a bit that was giving me so much trouble so--

Finally, here's a snippet of Chapter 3 of Tales from the Danger Zone!!!!

It felt like he had just fallen asleep when some kind of horn blared through the room. Just as Pete lurched awake, the room was flooded with blinding fluorescent light and he had to fight back the youthful urge to pull the covers over his head. 

"On your feet, cadets!" barked a voice from the doorway. Still partially blinded, Pete felt his way to the floor from the top bunk and stood at the end of the bed next to Nick, who looked like he was still asleep standing up. The clock at the end of the room read 0300 hours. 

Jesus, it's still the middle of the night. 

Strangely enough, slouching against a pillar in the middle of the room with a clipboard and a stern expression was– "Chuck? I thought you were one of us." 

The former veterinarian merely shrugged. "Never said I was." 

"You didn't say much of anything coherent last night."

Another man was at the other end of the room, also carrying a clipboard, who Pete vaguely recognized as having also been at the bar with them mere hours ago. Once all the men were on their feet, he scribbled something on his clipboard before he began speaking. "Good morning, gentlemen. My name is Ranger Williams, callsign Sundown. And this is my co-pilot, Ranger Piper, callsign Chipper." 

"Oh, great," Nick muttered beside him. "They have callsigns." 

So Kazansky and Kerner weren't the only Jaeger pilots in California. How many more were there? And how’d they get to be there? 

"For the next eight weeks, we will be your squadron leaders, your mentors, your brothers, your confidants. But anything we say is law. We say jump, you say how high.” Sundown circled the room, sizing up each of the cadets like a seasoned drill sergeant. Despite his resentment towards the ranger for being woken up so suddenly, Pete liked him already. “Hope you enjoyed your last taste of freedom last night, because you won't be leaving this base for a while. If you make it past the first training cut, you get a whole week off. Besides that, you get one free weekend per month. When that weekend occurs is up to you, but you have to get permission in advance."

"What about extenuating circumstances?" Nick asked, raising his hand. 

"Like what?" Sundown replied, backtracking to stand in front of the querying cadet. 

"Well, my wife's having our baby in a few months. I won't know when exactly until it, you know, starts happening. I’d like to be there if I can." 

Sundown glanced towards his copilot, who merely shrugged his response. Continuing his promenade around the room, Ranger Williams decided, "Exceptions can be made, but you better have solid evidence of those extenuating circumstances. I don't want to hear that all of a sudden, twelve of you have wives giving birth at the same exact time."

"Of course. I'll bring back the umbilical cord, sir." 

Pete, and a few others, couldn't stop a few snorts and chuckles from escaping. 

"Yeah, alright, jokers. Take it away, Chip." 

Ranger Piper straightened up, but remained rooted where he was as he addressed the room. "A kaiju attack can happen at any time, as evidenced in Cabo and Manila. These creatures do not adhere to business hours. As a Jaeger pilot, you need to be ready for action at a moment's notice. There will be more drills like this in the future and you will be graded on just how quickly you can become functional. Seeing as you’ve all managed to stay awake for the past few minutes, you’ve passed your first drill. Congratulations."

Clapping his hands together loudly, startling half the room, Sundown concluded, "That's all we have, folks. Y'all sleep tight now."

Lord knows when the actual chapter will be posted cuz I'm about to move and then I'm going to back to school 🙃, but I need all 3 members of the audience for this to know that I'm still here!!!!! Still thinking about this AU!!! Constantly!!!!

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[scary-senpai]

Salty ask - 14, 19

Hello, Wonderful Anon! Thank you so much for dropping me a note <3 I always get ridiculously happy when I have something in my ask box. Perhaps you've figured out the theme by now, which is "if I hate something, it's probably a Me thing."

Salty Asks Done Nicely

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

90% of the OPM subreddit needs to quietly sit in time out until they learn to play nicely with other kids. Although I don't think that counts as an unpopular opinion.

As an avid consumer of meta and fan-made content, I think that having disparate interpretations of characters/scenes/events is usually a Two Cakes problem.

[[redacted/Blorbo]] is Ace/Aro? Love it. I'll be in my bunk.

[[redacted/Blorbo]] is a Sex God? 100%. Fabulous. I am curled up with my tablet and covered in cracker crumbs as we speak.

Do I sometimes catch myself giving the side-eye when someone portrays a character differently than I normally imagine? Yes--I am human and my opinions are strong. But at the same time, I try to remember that this person is giving their time/effort/energy/love to create something--almost certainly for free--and then has the courage/gumption to release their baby out into the aether for others to enjoy (because formatting for ao3/tumblr/etc is its own other beast!)... seriously, I'm figuratively kissing y'all on the mouth right now, and/or handing you a proverbial soup bowl with a side of undying admiration. I think it's fantastic that I have different types of content to choose from, in addition to canon, and that I have diverse options depending on my mood. Or, who knows! You might even change my mind :) To be honest, I did not understand Mumarou at first, and while it's not my OTP it is one of the ships in my armada. :) I'm grateful for any content that features my faves.

That being said... on Reddit in particular, I noticed some (actually a lot) of readers reacting in a strongly negative way to the relationship between Saitama and Genos, or just outright being mean to Garou or hating on Genos... I don't really understand that. I mean, I do, but... I've largely curated my fandom experience to avoid those people. Life's too short, you know? I'm really grateful to the Tumblr community for being such a chill and supportive place.

19. What's the thing you hate most about your fandom?

Writing for a small fandom is really hard.

I have yet to fully uncouple my desire to create with my desire for attention (it's an ongoing struggle). And because I mostly write genfics (no romance), that makes it really, really hard. And when I do write something that features a romantic relationship, I do so for an OTP that runs counter to the two most popular fandom ships, that makes it really, really, really hard.

Sure, I write meta stuff too, but I haven't been blogging very long, and I don't have much of a following so I don't get much engagement/asks/etc. I'm always a little surprised when people want my opinion on things.

I put a lot of work into everything I write, particularly my fics, so it's hard not to get down about the near-radio-silence sometimes. I accidentally wrote 100 words of Batarou for Wanpanmas 2020 and it was easily the most popular thing I'd ever done... until I briefly stepped into the Jujutsu Kaisen fandom with a Gojo x Reader sickfic. But that was better, because I did it on purpose--specifically, I did it for a friend who (like me) laments the lack of SFW/smut-free x reader stuff. Same writing style, similar character (white-haired & insufferable pretty boy), but very, very different experience. I do have some JJK fics drafted and occasionally I fantasize about switching over because maybe I wouldn't feel so left out. Then I take a deep breath, check my feelings, and close out my Sukuna x Reader drafts. (don't worry, I'm not planning to switch fandoms any time soon. I have enough OPM stuff to keep me busy for years... and if i hesitate to share my fannish work with IRL friends now, imagine having to explain "canon-typical cannibalism" to people.) There's a saying song from the musical [title of show] and it goes like this: "I'd rather be nine people's favorite thing than 100 people's ninth favorite thing" and that's sort of my mantra when it comes to creating these days. I wouldn't be as confident in my work if I hadn't had this little fandom detour on my writing journey--it's pretty much necessitated that I dig deep into my motivations and confirm, "yes, I'm doing this because I love it," and "yes, I am 100% at peace with this finished product even though nobody's actively patting me on the shoulder right now," and actually I do have quite a few people that regularly interact with/entertain my ideas (I've jokingly used the term "emotional support mutual" but I feel weird assigning titles without consent... but if you have to ask, you probably are <3).

I may not have hundreds of followers--I'm, at best, midway through the double digits slightly over 100 but I'm grateful for everyone who's ever commented on/hearted/reblogged anything I have written, even if it’s a silly one-liner. Quantitatively, I don't get much interaction but qualitatively my heart is overflowing when I consider some of the exchanges I have had... Like it really tickled me that enough people actually wanted to play OPM bingo which started out as a silly joke, or joined in my Toaster Prayer Circle… any time the ship name I made gets used, my soul leaves my body (that’s only happened three times, but when your soul escapes your physical form, it’s a real bear to make it go back in…) little things like that seriously means a lot to my ADHD/Autistic Chaos Brain, which has always struggled to connect with people.

[the-writers-bookshelf]

It's Friday and thankfully I remembered before bed.

My wip is unconventional in that the "plot" is just character development. That's all I care about with books and it was all I wanted to write. Brief TW for those who decide to read: this wip deals with a lot of mental health issues, bigotry, and talks about sex and asexuality (there's a more graphic *warning that applies which I will tag before said character's paragraph). While I won't be going into detail I feel y'all deserve to be warned.

The story features three main characters:

Alvere Duval, an autistic gay ace man of colour who was stuck with crappy parents until he hit 19, at which point he ran away with his best friend to bunk with his boyfriend. Alvere's main arch (to put it very simply) is about him learning to love and accept himself despite all the horrific shit his parents and peers said about him. He deals with self-hatred, internalized ableism, homophobia, and acephobia, pretty nasty C-PTSD and anxiety, I could go on but we'd be here all day (this poor man). His secondary arch revolves around his desire to build a shelter for LGBTA+ youths who are homeless or stuck with crappy parents like he was. My favorite thing about writing for him is the confrontation scene he has with his mother near the end of the book. In many ways he was close to her and loved her to death, but his best friend and boyfriend could see how casually dismissive she was towards his ability to form his own opinions and knew she was complacent in the horrible way his father treated him. Part of him knows that too, but he's terrified of losing the idealized version of her he has in his head bc it's one of the only good memories from his childhood. Yes I cry every time I think about it and love projecting onto my own characters why do you ask?

Next up is Jack Felicity, a mute non-binary aroace indigenous person, and Alvere's best friend. Their main arch is about them processing the damage theirs and Alvere's early friendship did to them, as it was extremely co-dependent and drained them of any and all personality they once had. Add ADHD and depression to that mix, and about half way through the book they realize they literally have no idea who they are outside of "Alvere's Friend" and have to rebuild themself with the support of their mom, their new friends, and Alvere himself now that they've started working through their dependency issues. Their secondary arch revolves around them learning that sometimes second chances are worth the risk of betrayal, and that losing a friend is hard but it's not the end of the world, and it doesn't mean they failed. My favorite scene I've written with them is when they reconcile with their mom who, while not nearly as bad as Al's, still made some mistakes in the past. I love it bc she acknowledges that she was wrong and apologizes to Jack for being insensitive in regards to their depression. If only more parents did that.

Lastly we have Carlo, a bi gnc trans man, and Alvere's boyfriend. (*TW for mentioned substance abuse, underage sex work & grooming. "Easy to digest" I said. "For fun" I said. I'll italicize the sentences so you can skip em). Carlo's main arch revolves around him learning to respect people with different boundaries. He was exploited and groomed into sex work at the age of 16 and though he's since escaped his abusers, he never got to process his trauma authentically before he and Al got together. Whereas Carlo's a touchy guy and doesn't really have a concept of personal space (since he wasn't allowed to if he wanted to have enough money to eat), he doesn't really get Al's touch aversion or Jack's trust issues and ends up making an ass of himself on multiple occasions. He always does his best to make up for it though, since he knows damn well how awful it feels to have one's boundaries invaded like that, and knows that just because he doesn't understand them doesn't mean they aren't valid. His secondary arch is about his reliance on substances (cigarettes and alcohol) to numb the pain of his past. With the help of his loved ones and a slap in the face courtesy of his own inebriated behavior, he starts taking steps to recover. My favorite thing about writing for him is how he reacts to Al's asexuality. Despite being hypersexual in the beginning (bc trauma) and still enjoying it as the book goes on, he's very supportive of Al and makes several points of letting him know he never has to give him anything he's not ready for, which culminates in one long chapter of Al getting the mushy gushy date he deserves bc fuck acephobes.

This project started off as individual vignettes to get me back into writing and evolved into a slice of life story about these three growing up and falling in love (platonically and romantically) with each other. There's a lot more to it that I didn't cover bc I don't wanna give everything away, but I have like no one to talk to about this and my first draft is almost done and I'm excited so. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings.

Hi lovely! Your WIP is AMAZING and I love it!! I decided to copy/paste it into a post (and tagged you in it!) so I could put the more sensitive topics under a cut. But PLEASE don't feel like I'm sensoring you because that is not my intention at all! It's just a precaution ♥

Your work is REALLY important! Especially when it comes to asexuality! I'm on the ace spectrum myself and there is absolutely a HUGE need for writing like yours in this world, spreading awareness and making it NORMAL! Thank you so much for your wonderful writing! :)

[spencers-dria]

Do You Trust Me?

Someone To Stay Ch. 6

Spencer x fem reader

Y/N POV:

*whack*

You smack your alarm as it goes off for the third time this morning. You look at the clock: 7:15AM. Was it later than you get to sleep in for work? Sure. Did you want to get up this early on your day off? Nope. Between JJ being the planner and Penelope's excitement for the weekend, they had convinced the the group that it would be best to get an early start. It was a several hour drive the to the lake, and they wanted to make the most of our time there.

You roll out of bed and look in the mirror. Sweats and a spaghetti strap tank...this will have to do. You leave your hair in the messy bun that you slept in. Half asleep, you fumble around for some socks and slip on some sandals. A horrific choice you know, but we're going for comfort here, not fashion. It'll be fine. You're not trying to impress anyone, and you'll fix yourself up once you get to the lake. You fully intend to nap part of the way there. You don't even bother to grab breakfast. Instead, you grab your bags you packed the night before and head downstairs. Spencer is probably waiting on you already.

You see him pulling the car up, right on time, as you make your way down the stairs. You slide into the passenger side, setting your bag down in the back seat. Reaching into a road trip bag in your lap, you pull out a blanket and pillow and curl up in your seat.

"Good morning sleepyhead" he chuckles. "Not a morning person, huh?"

You grin. "What gave it away?"

He hands you a paper bag and a coffee cup.

"Don't worry, it's green tea and honey" he reassures you, sensing your hesitation.

"I also got you a bagel."

"I don't know who's been giving you trade secrets but food is really the number one way to win me over." You glance over to see a slight smirk on his face. "How are you so awake? You had time to get ready, grab food, drive to my apartment, and you still seem more awake than I do."

"I'm kind of used to not getting much sleep." He shrugs this off as if it's nothing. You sense he doesn't intend on explaining any further, so you decide not to push him.

"I brought some snacks too. You're welcome to anything you'd like." You pull out a some goldfish, fruit gummies, and Capri suns.

He responds with a laugh.

"Ok you have the appetite of a ten year old."

You feel embarrassed for a moment until you see the smile he's giving you.

"It's cute though."

You find yourself blushing, not used to compliments. "Yeah I guess sometimes I just like to let loose, let my inner child out. Not everything has to be so serious all the time, ya know? What we do, both of us...it's stressful stuff. Sometimes eating whatever the heck I feel like helps with that. If that means chocolate milk and cocoa crispies cereal for dinner then so be it!"

Spencer gives you another smile before holding his hand out. "Alright, you won me over. I'll take a Capri sun."

You can't help but laugh as you watch him try to insert the straw with one hand and drive with the other. After awhile you decide to help him out.

"Here, let me see that." You fix the straw and hand him back the drink. "Goober" you laugh as you rolls your eyes at him.

"So what all are you planning on doing at the lake this weekend?" He asks.

"The question is...what am I NOT going to do?"

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes and laughs. "No fair. You're athletic, coordinated. You can actually do all the fun stuff."

You turn to face him with an incredulous look on your face, jaw dropped. "You're kidding me right? Me? Athletic? That's funny!" You laugh shaking your head. "Nahh I'd say we're on a level playing field. I'm not coordinated at all! I just like go have fun, try adventurous things. Like kayaking, I'm just mediocre but I still love doing it. The only sport I ever did was swimming."

"Ha! You were a swimmer, we're going to a lake, and you think we're on a level playing field?"

"Ok fair enough" you concede. "Will you at least try something new this weekend? Please?" You bat your big brown eyes at him, a technique that rarely failed you.

He feigns a look of annoyance, before a smile finally starts teasing at the corner of his lips. "Alright, alright." He throws his hands up in surrender. "But only if you help me with whatever it is we do. A swimmer and a nurse, you're practically our lifeguard for the weekend. Don't let me drown, ok?" He teases.

"Well since you asked so nicely." You give him a playful punch in the arm as you both laugh.

After a brief moment of silence you hear Spencer speak up. "Did you know that Michael Phelps is the most decorated Olympian of all time, winning 28 medals in total, 23 of those being gold medals? He swam in his first Olympic Games at only 15 years old, and won his first gold medal at 19. And you...already knew this didn't you?" He stops when he sees your eyebrows raised, giving him a slight smirk.

"Yeah Spencer" you smile, shaking your head at him. "I don't mind though. I like hearing all the cool stuff you know."

You spend awhile listening to Spencer talk about everything from Olympic swimming facts to CPR statistics and the origin of the different swimming strokes. A lot of it you don't know already, and you enjoy learning all of this stuff from him. After awhile, you unintentionally drift off to sleep.

He looks over and smiles, he doesn't mind. This happens to him quite often, and the fact that you encouraged him to share his knowledge gives him comfort. He reaches over and pulls the blanket over your shoulders. Hoping to drown out the sound of the highway, he puts on some classical music at a low volume.

You wake up a couple hours later as you hear the loud sound of gravel under the tires.

"Morning sunshine" he grins at you.

"Oh I'm sorry! I wasn't going to make you drive the whole way."

"It's ok, you got your rest. Better you be rested up and have fun today than stay awake just to drive."

"Thanks Spencer." You smile to yourself. He really was very sweet. Good friends are hard to come by, especially ones you can trust that will stick around. You secretly hope that Spencer doesn't plan on dropping you as a friend anytime soon.

You climb out of the car and take a look around. You've arrived at a modest log cabin, sitting right on the edge of the lake. It's surrounded by y'all trees, so thick that you can't see any buildings anywhere else, if there are any. You stand there for a moment taking it all. You lean your head back and close your eyes, enjoying the sounds and smells of nature. It felt like home. You grab your bag out of the backseat and make your way along a dirt path toward the cabin. You stick yourself hand out by your side, brushing the leaves on the trees as you walk by.

"You really are in your element here, huh?" you hear Spencer call out from behind you.

"Oh you have no idea. Just wait till I get in the water" you shout back over your shoulder.

The two of you make your way into what appears to be the common living room. The cabin appears to be completely wooden everywhere, floors, ceilings, walls, beams. There's rustic decor and lots of plaid, but it's done tastefully. It feels so cozy, and you love it.

"Y/N! You made it! We're in here!" You see Penelope's head pop out of a doorway. You enter a room to find two sets of bunk beds. Penelope and Alex have taken bottom bunks. JJ has her stuff placed on the top bunk above Alex. You set your suitcase in an empty corner and throw your pillow on the bed above Penelope. You feel her sneak up and pull you into a tight hug. "Hey bunk buddy! This weekend is going to be so fun!"

"I'm surprised Penny, the outdoors don't seem like your type of weekend."

"Oh don't worry honey! I brought a float with coasters and a tray for the lake! I'll be sipping on wine and tanning all weekend."

"Just make sure to wear sunscreen okay." You give her a nudge and a smile.

"Okay Nurse Y/L/N." She rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Don't worry! I brought enough sunscreen for everyone."

"Haha, of course you did Aunt JJ."

You look over to see her unpacking her suitcase and organizing her things in the drawers and closets. You decide to do the same, that way it will be easier to find all your things later. After you've all finished unpacking, Alex says she's going to take a quick nap. After getting ready in your swim wear and coverups, you, Penelope, and JJ wander over to the guys room to see what they're up to.

You peek in to see Spencer reading on the bunk above Hotch, who appears to be on a FaceTime call with his son, Jack. Rossi isn't in the room. He's probably already started organizing things in the kitchen. Derek looks like he's ready for the lake, already in swim trunks and rubbing on sun tan lotion.

"You need any help with that, hot rod?" Penelope jests.

"You know it mama."

At this response, Penelope runs quickly across to room and helps Derek to finish rubbing in the suntan lotion on his back. She looks to be enjoying it a little too much.

You and JJ stay leaning in the doorway, laughing.

You finally speak up. "I don't know about y'all, but I've been stuck in a car all day! So if you need me, I'll be out at the lake!"

"I'm right behind, ya." JJ turns to follow you.

At this, Spencer finally pops up from behind his book. "Oh umm, we're going outside now? What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet Spencer, come with us and we'll figure it out."

You wait on him while he changes into some swim trunks and a t shirt. He stands in the doorway a bit awkwardly, hesitant to leave the cabin.

"Come on!" You grab his hand pulling him out onto the porch and down toward the lake, following behind JJ, Penelope, and Derek.

When you get to the waters edge, you see the group has already spotted a rope swing. Derek appears to be climbing into a position to jump from. JJ stops him, to test the integrity of the rope first.

Penelope watches as Derek effortlessly climbs up the rocks. "My monkey man" she smirks.

Once JJ seems satisfied that the rope won't break, Derek swings out over the water, doing a back flip before making a splash in the water that sprays everyone watching from the shore. A chorus of groans rings out, half from annoyance at the show off, half from not wanting to get splashed.

You remove your shoes and your coverup as you prepare to get in the water. You can tell Spencer is making a conscious effort to avert his gaze. You blush, suddenly remembering the girls' previous comments about how good you looked in the slick back two piece.

You quickly make your way up the rocks and grab onto the rope as it swings back towards you. Spencer gives you a concerned look.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You could get hurt!" He shouts up at you.

Instead of answering you give him a quick smirk. You back up and get a running start for momentum, holding onto the rope as you swing out over the water. You let the momentum push you out as far as it will take you, as you angle your arms and body to dive deep into the water, just like you used to off the starting block in swimming. As you feel your body dive down into the water, you angle back up and do a quick, few dolphin kicks, propelling yourself much further from the shore. When you finally surface, you're about 20 or so meters from the shore. You see the group staring at where you dove into the water, confused and concerned.

"Over here guys!" You shout at the group to get their attention. They look up to see you much further away than they expected.

"Hey, you weren't kidding!" Spencer laughed.

"We might have to have ourselves a little competition little miss mermaid!" You laugh at Derek's new nickname for you.

You do a few strokes to bring you back to shore as you climb out of the water. You slick your hair back out of your eyes as you wring your hair out.

"Alright Spencer! Your turn!"

You giggle as you grab his hand and drag him towards the rocks.

"Umm yeah this is definitely not a good idea. You clearly know what you're doing, but I will definitely hurt myself. Did you know that drownings are the third leading cause of unintentional deaths?"

"Stop being such a party pooper! Loosen up a bit. Now climb." You cross your arms giving him a look that lets him know you mean business.

"If you fall, your knight in shining armor, Y/N will catch you!" Derek shouts from his spot where he's swimming in the lake. JJ and Penelope are watching from a float shaped like a giant unicorn. Typical Penny.

"Shut up, Derek!" Spencer shouts back at him.

You can tell that he's actually nervous, and not just unwilling to participate, so you decide to climb up after him.

"How about we go together?" You smile at him.

"Can we do that?" He asks, clearly not believing you.

"Yeah! See how there's a plank of wood on the bottom here? There's room for both of us to stand. And then we just hold onto the rope. We'll back up to get some momentum, then right when we get to the edge, we'll hop on the rope ok. But make sure to let go before it swings back towards the rocks."

The look he's giving you says he still doesn't think this will work.

You take his hand in yours, giving it a quick squeeze. "Do you trust me?"

You see the anxiety wash away as he's overcome by comfort. "Yeah, I do actually" he smiles, squeezing your hand back.

"On three okay? One...two...three!"

Before you know it, the two of you are landing in the water. You both come up for air as he starts a splash fight with you. You're both giggling and splashing like little kids, but having the time of your life. You feel water peg you in the back of the head. You turn around to see Hotch and Rossi armed with oversized water guns, peeking out from behind the trees on the shore.

"Hey that's not fair! We're unarmed!" You shout at the two men.

"Come join our team!" Rossi yells back. You and Spencer look at each other confused. You look up to see Alex carrying four water guns out to the water toward Derek, JJ, and Penny.

You and Spencer turn to each other, each with a huge grin. "Oh it's on!" You say.

"It's so on!" he replies before you both make your way onto shore as quickly as possible. Hotch and Rossi hand you each a weapon and the war commences.

After a long fight, the team in the lake finally surrenders. Your team is the clear winner.

"Winner's get dinner first!" Rossi shouts before the four of you make a mad dash for the cabin. You grab your towel, guessing that Alex had laid it out for you, as you see the other ladies' towels laid out as well well. Rossi had the dinner on warmers, so it's all ready for you. As the four of you take your plates full of food to the dining table outside, you pass your opponents. A series of snickers and goofy faces ensues as your team teases them endlessly.

You felt so comfortable around all of them. For people with such serious jobs, they sure do know how to let loose and have fun.

A/N:

I hope everyone is still enjoying it! I know it's a slow burn but it's so cute right 🥰I plan on picking up right where we left off! Please reblog or comment if you liked this chapter! I love hearing feedback!

[bat-xing]

I used to cop a lot

But never copped no drop

Hold mics like pony tails, tight, and bob a lot

Stop and stick around

Come through and dig the sound

Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around

Bound to go three-plat

Came to destroy rap

It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped

Femstat cats get kidnapped

Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did that

Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility

Broken household name usually said in hostility

Um what is MF? You silly

I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli'

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double

Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo

Watch your own back

Came in and go out alone, black

Stay in the zone turn H2O to Cognac

On Doomsday!

Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went

That's what my tomb will say

Right above my government, Dumille

Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section

If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then

Cell number 17, up under the top bunk

I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk

Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped

God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape

Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children

One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building

While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer

I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer

A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime

Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime

Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need toothpaste

Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent

And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness

Real mens mind their own business

That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch

How come I hold the microphone double-clutch

C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox found

On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown

On Doomsday!

Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went

That's what my tomb will say

Right above my government, Dumile

Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

Doomsday

Every since the womb 'til I'm back to the essence

Read it off the tomb

Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say?

Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say"

Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk

I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk

Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang

Nicknames off nipple and tip of nipples metal fang

Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang

Known amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutangs

Only gin and Tang

Guzzled out a rusty tin can

Me and this mic is like yin and yang

Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth

It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth

I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth

Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth

But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce

So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife

Strong enough to please a wife

Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life

Cut the crap far as rap

Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing

What the devil? He's on another level

It's a word! No, a name! MF the super villain!

Imagine your favorite characters protecting you II

“If you so much as lay a finger on (Y/N)… I will rip your lungs out.”

"Touch her once more and she’ll be the last thing you ever touch”

“I’d think twice If I were you..."

"If you want her, you will have to come through me"

"(Y/N) get the hell out of here...It’s about to get bloody real quick"

“Back off if you know what’s good for you"

“If I ever catch you doing that shit again, you’re going to wish we had killed you just now. And I promise my brother and I will enjoy every second of it"

“Stay behind me (Y/N)"

“I’m not leaving you alone. Not now, not ever"