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Yuu Needs a Hug 2

SUMMARY: What their comforting hugs are like when you're feeling sad or under the weather? And how would they behave if you started crying in their arms?

CHARACTERS: Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho*) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia)

*Platonic

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Bullet Points; In a Relationship

WORD COUNT: An average of 370 words per character.

COMMENTS: When I feel a little sad and down, I often imagine these things to help me fall asleep. I thought you might like them too. 😘

(I don't know why I keep increasing the number of words as I go through the dorms.)

Yuu Needs a Hug 1 (Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle)

CONTEXT: This is what they would do if they were already in a relationship with you. Except for Ortho, he's more like a cute little brother.

Of course Kalim already hugs you on a daily basis. And in public or private it is completely indifferent to him. His hugs range from casual (as if simply standing next to you wasn't an option) to loving and affectionate.

And it's more towards the latter that he tends to go for when you ask him for a hug. His arms completely wrapped around you, his cheek touching yours. His reassuring smile asking you what you need. "You can ask me for anything! You know that, right? Oh! I know! How about a carpet ride? Do you think that might help?"

Let's face it, he's not the type to cuddling with you while the two of you are lying on a couch resting (Jamil would love that, less work for him) No. He's the type to cuddling with you, yes, but lying on a flying carpet who knows how many meters from the ground. Or maybe lying in the Oasis if you show him that you're afraid of being that high without safety measures.

He will hug you like he never wants to let you go again. He will offer you fruits and other things to snack on, talk to you, etc.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, part of him will panic, but the big brother part of him will stop him from showing it so as not to worry you even more. He will hug you tighter and kiss your forehead and cheeks. “Don't worry, you can cry as much as you need. Everything will be fine in the end, you'll see.”

When your crying calms down or stops, he will take his magic pen and, with his water powers, make a rainbow appear over you. A way for him to try to make you smile again.

Jamil ONLY hugs you in private. He hates being the center of attention and/or showing his feelings in public, especially affection. BUT when he hugs you when the two of you are alone and he can finally rest, his hugs are charmingly peaceful.

He loves to lay with you, wrapping his arms restfully around you. He's always stressed, but with you, he can rest, and his cuddles show that.

He likes both having him lay on top of you with his head on your chest, letting you play with his hair, and having you lay on top of him and him being able to caress your head. He's also not at all shy about giving you kisses, quite the opposite, he likes to be himself with you, even if it means being naturally seductive.

But when you are sad, he will restrict himself to being sensitive and reassuring. He will probably prepare your favorite food or dessert to make you feel better. And, while hugging you, kiss your forehead.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will panic a little (as you are used to seeing when Kalim does something that puts himself at risk) You're the one who's going to have to calm him down first before he can calm you down. “*Sigh* Please don't do this to me.” he'll say with a subtle pout, which might make you smile a little too. He will hug you tighter, something that is extremely rare for him, and let you cry all you need.

When your crying calms down or stops, he'll use his magic pen to bring tissues to you, so he doesn't have to move away from you. And as you wipe your tears, he will pat your head and say: "Whatever is worrying you, I'm sure it will pass." in a reassuring, loving voice that only you know.

Vil just doesn't hug you in public because he's a public figure and he prefers not to be the target of gossip, much less involve you in it. He doesn't hide that you're in a relationship, but you know, the less people see about the two of you, the less headaches you'll have. If it weren't for this, he would have no problem showing his affection for you. So he just demonstrates it in private.

However, he is more of a kisser than a hugger. It's more characteristic of him to kiss your cheek, or hold your chin to kiss your lips, than to hug you. Which ends up making these comfort hugs even more special and exclusive.

He'll start hugging you standing up, but if you really want to sit down then he'll let you sit on his lap. This will probably wrinkle his clothes, but he knows his priorities, and you are at the top of his list right now.

Just like him, his hugs are delicate and elegant, but firm enough to convey the feeling of protection and care. One of the arms is always around your waist, while the other is always on the top of your back or on your head, to be close to your face. That way he can caress your cheeks. And he will always plant a kiss on your forehead here and there.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you’ll probably have the reflex to move away so as not to stain his clothes, and apologize. But at that moment you will feel his hand, stopping you from moving away. “Don't be silly.” he will tell you “And honestly, it hurts me a little that you think I value my clothes, which can simply be washed, more than you.” And he will encourage you to cry on his shoulder, remaining calm and understanding.

When your crying calms down or stops, he'll get all the tissues he needs and start explaining all the steps of a facial cleansing routine for when you cry. If you ask him how he knows so much about it he will answer you with a smile: "My sweet potato, don't tell me you think I never cry."

In public, Epel likes to hug you as a way of showing off your relationship. But cute, comforting hugs? These are only for when you are alone.

This is one of those moments when you bring out his prideful side. You wanting him to be the person who comforts you when you're sad is a way of showing that you see strength and reliability in him, right? And it makes him proud of himself and happy that you can feel safe with him.

He will be extremely sweet and cute with you. He knows that this is what makes other people, especially you, more calm and comfortable.

He doesn't like hugging you standing up, especially if you're taller than him, even if it's just 1cm. But, the same, or worse, happens if he lets you sit on his lap, so it's most likely that he'll sit next to you. OR if you can and want, he prefers to lie with you with your head on his chest. If you're shorter than him, scratch everything, he'll hug you in any way.

After a while, he will probably get distracted by something else that doesn't stop the two of you from holding each other, like reading a book or studying a little.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he'll panic a little, to the point of asking you what's going on in his dialect that you barely understand. What he needs to know most is if you're crying because of him. He'll be very relieved to know it wasn't him, and will hug you tighter.

When your crying calms down or stops, he will ask you how you are feeling and suggest that you two do something he used to do with his grandmother or his parents when he was also sad and needed to feel better.

Few things are as indifferent to Rook as showing his love for you in public as he does in private (with just a few reservations). So he will hug you whenever you ask, regardless of where you are, so be careful when and where you ask.

Despite everything, it's rare for him to kiss or hug you. It's not that he doesn't like it, quite the contrary, he likes doing these two things so exclusive and special that he ends up keeping them as a "reward" for the two of you.

But this case is an exception to his love game. After all, one of the players is injured.

His comforting hugs are full of love and care, yet gentle despite so much emotional intensity. He will gladly hug you however you wish, standing, sitting on his lap, lying under the shade of a tree or anything else, even if unusual, he will do it with pleasure.

And of course he will use his charming and flattering vocabulary to try to help with your emotional recovery.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you will feel the surprise in his body, and he will hold your face with both hands to gently move you away from his chest and look at your face. If you try to hide your face he will say: “Oh non, trickster! Such a display of feelings is beautiful. Such a neglected and hidden beauty. Please allow me to appreciate it for a moment.” he will caress your cheeks with his thumbs “I promise this will only make me love you more and better.” and he will kiss your cheeks, also tasting the saltiness of your tears.*

He is extremely patient and will do nothing but hug and cuddle you until your crying stops completely and/or you are the one who breaks the hug when you feel better.

It's OBVIOUS that Idia doesn't hug you in public. He can barely SHOW UP in public. All your hugs, kisses, flirting, etc. are TOP SECRET!

He loves it when you sit on his lap while he is at the computer, especially when he is playing. You can sit however you want, but what he loves most is when you have your back to the computer, your chest against his, your legs behind the chair and your head lying on his shoulder. Or your chin on his shoulder while you play on your phone. The naturalness and relaxation with which he has you close to him like this is quite reassuring.

1000% chance he created a new chair with a design that both of you are comfortable in that position.

There's a good chance he'll simply respond "Same..." if you mention that you're sad or depressed. If you laugh, he might say "Hey, weren't we supposed to be sad together? Traitor! You literally just did the IRL version of sending a crying emoji while you were actually laughing behind the screen. Like, who does that? What is socially accepted is for you to pretend you are happy when you are sad.” And if this makes you laugh even harder: “Stop laughing! It's contagious! Hee hee hee.”

If you happen to be so depressed to the point where you suddenly start crying on his shoulder, he will PaNiC! He’ll immediately let go of the mouse and keyboard and hug you! “WHAT?! WHAT DID I DO?!” You'll have to calm him down first before he can "try" to calm you down.

He will completely understand, even if you don't even know why you're crying. But he won't know how to console you and he'll admit it. He will simply hug you, not tighter but more affectionately. And bury his face in your shoulder too, and whisper a muffled: "...Same...".

You'll probably laugh at the same time as you'll be frustrated with him. “It's true!” he’ll say “Why do you always laugh when I share my sadness with you?!” he says knowing it's not true “What do you mean the WAY I say it? ... Weirdo~” he says smiling.

Unfortunately Ortho cannot hug you. At least not how he would like. The flame in his chest can burn you, and the heat exhaust ports too.

The first time he saw you sad and in need of a hug, he was also sad for being unable to hug you and then he had an idea: "Let's ask my brother to make huggable gear!"

“What do you want me to do? A teddy bear gear or something?” Idia will say, but then he will realize that if he does it HE will also be able to hug Ortho. “I’m on it!”

If Idia starts working on it, but for some reason he runs out of motivation because he thinks it's boring or a useless gear, Ortho will choose one of the following 2 options: A) convince him to do it because he reeeeeally wants to hug you and his big brother. Or B) He will say that if Idia doesn't do it, whenever you are sad Ortho will force him to be the one to hug you.

"I wouldn't mind that much..." Idia whispers. "What?" Ortho asks. "NOTHING, Nothing... I’ll make the gear."

After Gear is ready, whenever you feel sad and need a hug, Ortho will be very happy. "YAY!!! HUG GEAR TIME!!!" and will take you to Ignihyde to change gear.

Your comfort hugs will end up being three-way hugs because Idia also wants to hug his little brother. And maybe after a while he'll start hugging you too?

Ortho will also suggest you play with him to cheer you up. That and he also loves playing with you. And suggest other ways to cheer someone up, which he found on the internet.

Malleus has no problem hugging you in public. He just doesn't do it because everyone who cares about him (especially Sebek) says that, in his position, it's better to keep these romantic gestures private. A way to prevent annoying gossip.

He doesn't initiate hugs, but he absolutely loves it when you ask him for them (And they are always the best solution for when he has his "tantrums") Your wish is his command. He's just sorry that he can't hug you with the same strength that he loves you. But with each passing day it seems that he gets better and better at measuring his strength for you.

He loves to hug you in anyway. Even if he has to use his magic to levitate you if you are both standing, due to the great difference in heights. But comfort hugs are special, and whenever you ask for them, he immediately stops whatever he might be doing and sits on a couch so you can sit on his lap and lay your head on his chest or shoulder.

Whatever you ask he will do. “What do you need to feel better? Would you like me to create a fireworks show? Make flowers grow and drawing your image in a garden? Order my attendants to create a show to entertain us, and a banquet? ... What? You just want my company?” he will laugh with joy, not only because you ask little of him, but because you simply want him.

All his attention will be on you. He will talk to you, suggest that you have tea together, and kiss your forehead and cheek from time to time.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will look at you on maximum alert! “What is wrong, my love? Did I make a mistake? Am I hurting you in some way?” He will loosen the hug out of fear that he might be hugging you too tightly without realizing it.

After you reassuring him by telling that it's not his fault that you're crying and that he's doing everything right, his questions will change to: “In that case... is it someone else's fault you're crying?” You will hear thunderstorms forming outside. “You can tell me the name. I will make sure they never disturb you again.” You will have to calm him down again and explain that it is no one's fault.

Only then will he relax a little, hug you again with care and affection and let you cry on his shoulder, while stroking your head. And he will tell you that IF one day someone hurts you, no matter how small the damage may be, you can tell him, okay?

"Or you can simply mention how close you are to Malleus Draconia and they will run away screaming for forgiveness and mercy." Lilia will say another time.

Malleus won't let go of you until he's completely and absolutely sure that you're okay again. Or not, the truth is that he likes having you like this in his arms. (Just five more minutes~)

Silver is not the type to initiate hugs because he's to oblivious for that. But he always hugs you when you ask, regardless of the reason. You may not even have a reason, you want a hug so it's a hug he delivers.

And he's also not the type to change his behavior towards you depending on whether you're in public or not. He gives you all the hugs you want anyway.

Normally what happens is that you'll ask him for a hug, he'll say "Sure, but is there a reason?" and if you answer that there is none in particular, he will simply smile (that rare smile that only those closest to him know exists) and accept your answer, opening his arms so you can hug him.

If you say you want a hug because you're feeling sad, he'll continue with his natural poker face, but anyone who knows him will know that he's worried, but calm so as not to worry you.

He will hug you any way you want. If you want the two of you to sit down so you can sit on his lap, he will do it. He might even pick you up to do it, and if you ask him why he's taking you to a bench or couch like that, he'll say something like, "Oh, I thought you wanted to sit down because you were feeling tired. Sorry." If you say it's no problem, he'll smile and continue carrying you in his arms until you both sit down.

He'll just hug you like he normally does. Despite his strong arms, he hugs you with care and affection. Having you like this in his arms puts him at ease, to the point of... zzz... where he fell asleep, with his arms without letting go of you.

But if you start crying on his shoulder, he'll sense it! He will wake up faster than any alarm could wake him up. And when he sees you crying, he will immediately ask what happened, and apologize for sleeping when you needed him.

Even if your answer is that you don't know, that will be enough for him. He will hug you again in a surprisingly sweet and delicate way, and somehow, he won't go back to sleep until you feel better. He is now on guard!

In the same way that he only hugs you when you ask, he only lets go of you when you tell him to let you go. If you tell him he "can" stop hugging you, he won't do it until you are absolutely sure that that is what you want.

If Sebek is dating you it's because he adores you as much as he adores Malleus and Lilia. In a different way of course, but if he got to the point of becoming your boyfriend it's because he went through the phase of seeing you as an "inferior human" and somehow you turned a switch in his head that made him start to adore you.

There are times when he still treats you the way he did before, but when you need him, like when you're sad and need a hug, he becomes your servant (practically).

He will treat you like royalty in much the same way he treats Malleus. The difference is that he sees you as someone "weaker" who is incapable of changing the fact that you need his protection and so he ends up being more caring.

He doesn't initiate hugs even if he wants to. First he will flatter you until you want a hug from him, even if it is just to thank you for your compliments. Basically, he only hugs you after you give him your consent.

Just as he has no shame in showing the respect and adoration he has for Malleus and Lilia, he also has no problem showing affection for you in public if you so desire. But there are still certain things he prefers to do when it's just the two of you, like these comforting hugs. He also lets you sit on his lap if you want, but it will take him a long time to get used to it.

Since he has always dedicated himself to his training as a soldier and guard, he is not very good at hugging. You will always feel that he is a little tense due to his lack of experience and you will have to be the one to relax him if you want better hugs.

Even if you suggest that he read a book while you're hugging on the couch, he'll decline it. If you're so sad that you, don't want, but need a hug, it's because you need him, and if you need him, he'll automatically enter his guard mode, which means all his attention will be on you.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, what was once the closest thing to a relaxed hug becomes tense again, and he will panic in his own way, controlling himself so as not to accidentally raise his voice. “What happened?! Is there something wrong?! Did I do something wrong!?” You'll have to calm him before he can calm you... or at least try.

If you say that you don't know why you're crying or don't have a specific reason, he'll sigh in frustration and say: “You can't just start crying out of nowhere! I mean... you can, but... I wasn't trained for this. I don't know what to do.” You explain to him that you don't need anything special, just him, but this may take longer than a simple explanation.

He will guard you in his arms until you are both absolutely sure that you are feeling better.

Of course Lilia already hugs you in public on a daily basis, out of nowhere, and often he is the one initiating the hugs, knowing of course that you also want to receive them.

And of course he knows very well how to give comforting hugs. After all, he’s a loving single father.

Many times you don't even need to ask, he will simply look at your face or posture and offer it. “Aw~ You are not using your usual smile. Are you feeling well?” and even if you barely answer he will understand “No? Does my little thorny flower need a hug~?”

But if you're the one asking for the hug, his eyes will widen in surprise and then he'll break into a huge smile. “Awwww~ But of course I'll give you all the hugs you want! Khe he he. You really can surpass me in cuteness sometimes. How could I say no to you~?”

Even though he likes to give you hugs in public, he knows that these types of hugs are better in private, so you feel more comfortable too.

He gives one of the best if not the best hugs. They are firmly affectionate. At the same time that you feel his arms comfortably wrapping around you with a light loving grip, you also feel that they are strong enough to protect you from anything.

He's more of a hugger than a kisser. At most, he can give you light kisses on the cheek from time to time.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he won't panic at all. He will simply and calmly look at you, tilt your head up by placing his fingers on your chin and ask: “Aw~ What's wrong, my thorny flower?” as he wipes away one of your tears with his thumb. “Is this moment too cute to handle? Khe he.”

Regardless of your answer, he will say with a reassuring smile: “It's okay. You can cry on my shoulder all you need. As long as I can glimpse your wonderful smile again.”

After you feel better, he will suggest cooking one of your favorite dishes or desserts to make you feel better. SAVE YOURSELF!

*Don't look at me like that. We all know Rook is weird. I'm just trying to be true to the character.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

it not fun be high support needs.

you can have lots fun as high support needs person. you can find lots joy in your high support needs experience.

we have value n worth simply by existing.

but. be high support needs not sunshine n rainbow by any means. be high support needs hard, n difficult, n a struggle, n painful, n exhausting. lot of times really hate be high support needs, even though there joy in it too, n am not going sugar coat it or make it sound palatable or pretty or easy digest.

it not fun rely on other people for the most basic thing ever. there nothing wrong with need any amount of help, but needing so much help for every single little thing extremely suffocating n limiting.

even if have carer who respect your decision n autonomy (it a basic right yet somehow be luxury many of us not have), simple fact of need help every time you need bathroom, or get dressed, or hungry, or need new scoop of food, or spill things or make mess, or want go out, or want something anything, you inherently need wait on others, you exist in other people space n time n energy n mood instead of your own, you extension of someone else. “spontaneous” not exist for you.

it not fun see everyone move on. it not fun see everyone your age, your peers, even people with same diagnosis as you but with more ability n lower needs than you, all of them move on with their life. n you’re. just here.

it not fun see someone way younger than you be able do all these things you not able do n reach milestones you still not reach.

it not fun be high support needs as young adult, the age where you suppose explore! grow! learn be adult! become independent! have job, support yourself! live on own, live with roommate (who you not depend on for your life n basic needs!)! n you have. none. of. that.

n even if some of us lucky enough have some of those. it so easily taken away.

it not fun be stuck forever. it not fun be stuck in bad situations n not be able leave on your own n depend on other people help to leave.

high support needs people disproportionally more abused n more easily abused. it not fun be stuck in abusive situation, be stuck with abusive people (sometimes those abusive people be your carers whom you literally depend on for your life n survival), n not be able escape on your own n need help to do that - but guess what abusive situation n abusers do? ironically, they isolate you. you alone. no one to help you. you need permission to leave, because people who abuse you control major aspect of your life.

if you have ability to plan your escape, which not all high support needs people do, you need worry abt everything average victim of abuse need worry about, n then so much more.

escape simply not be possible for so, so many of us.

this post a LOT tamer than how actually want say.

[selfindulgenceisthekey]

i would love to see the readers relationship with the other members of the crew before her running away to see some platonic yan strawhats in action and to establish the readers personality/charater traits

oooo I love this ask! this ended up both longer and shorter than anticipated, and I fear it doesn't quite hit what I was going for, but I hope you enjoy this <3

The warmth of her hands holding yours made you all too aware that you couldn’t recall the last time someone had done something like this for you. She was meticulous, tongue poking out ever so slightly as she focused, each brush stroke done with percision. 

“And done,” She sat back, a proud smile on her face, as you brought your hand up to inspect your nails.

Four of the five nails on each of your hands had been painted a dark blue, coated in something that made them shine in the sunlight. Your pinky nails, however, were painted a fiery orange. 

“Now don’t move your hands around too much,” She instructed, shifting so she could begin painting her own nails, “I don’t want you messing up all my hard work.”

You gingerly laid your hands down, palms flat against your thighs. “They look cute.”

She snorted, eyes never straying from her hands, “Of course they do, I’m an expert, I’ll have you know. Even managed to paint Zoro’s nails one night when he was asleep.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the image of Nami sneaking her way near a sleeping Zoro, quietly and slowly painting each of his nails while he snored. “What color did you choose?”

“Every color I had,” She paused her movements, looking up at you with a smug look, “His hands look like he dipped them in a rainbow for a week.”

“He just let you get away with it?” 

She waved your question off almost lazily, “He acts like he’s some tough macho-guy, but he’s a real big softy for the crew. He started to yell at me, but then Chopper saw them and got excited, and then Luffy and then Usopp, and he just accepted his fate.”

She was far quicker doing her own nails than she had been with yours, already on her second hand as she told you the story.

“You could start a side job,” You suggested, half-joking, “Imagine how many people would pay to have their nails done by Cat Burglar Nami?”

“Ooh,” There were stars in her eyes as she considered the thought, “I could charge people a shit ton.”

A startled laugh escaped you, and you tried to smother it while also doing your best not to smudge your nails. “You’d be painting nails while running away from the marines!”

“I could do their nails too,” She shrugged, “Though they’d be fined a lot more than your average person.”

It was comfortable sitting on the deck with her. The sun was warm on your skin, the breeze was cool, the taste of salt lingered not uncomfortably. You could hear the rest of the crew in different areas, Zoro was at a distance, arms crossed as he napped in a sunny spot, Chopper curled up in his lap.

Sanji was up in the galley, the scent of lunch wafting through the air. God how you wished you could get used to this. This type of life is one you had only dreamed of, and you’d store moments like these to dream of later.

“Ta-da!” 

Nami held her hands up, nails facing you. Four of her five nails were painted that same fiery orange, while her pinkies were the same shade of blue on your nails. Careful not to smudge either of your nails, she wrapped one of her pinkies around your own.

“See, we’re matching now,” She grinned, and you couldn’t help but echo the look back, “So whenever we go out people know we’re together.”

“Here, try this,” A spoon was directly in front of your face, barely an inch away from your lips.

It smelled amazing, and you didn’t even have to question before you wrapped your lips around the utensil. Somehow, it tasted even better than it smelled. 

“It’s amazing, as always, though.”

Sanji grinned, eye nearly sparkling as he all but twirled around in his kitchen, “Thank you, mon cœur. I’m always grateful for your input!”

You laughed, his theatrical actions never failed to entertain you, and you slightly suspect he dialed them up to make you laugh.

“Not much input needed, your food always tastes amazing.”

“Keep feeding into his ego and his head’ll get bigger than it already is.” The shift on Sanji’s face was immediate, and despite your inner turmoil regarding your feelings for the crew’s first mate, you couldn’t help but laugh as Sanji turned towards the swordsman.

“Shut it, mosshead! What are you even doing in here anyways? Thought you were out there, photosynthesizing with your grass brothers.”

Zoro’s face scrunched up, both of them doing great at riling each other up within a matter of seconds. You stayed seated on the bar stool you’d been on, watching as the two got in each others face.

“None of your business, curly brows.”

“It is my business, it’s my kitchen!”

The pot on the stove top began bubbling as the two bickered, and your attention turned to the stew. Do you turn the stove off? Was it supposed to be bubbling? 

“Uh, Sanji—”

“You don’t get final say in who comes in and out of here, waiter.”

“I do get final say, green haired idiot!”

“Sanji,” You scooted off the stool, moving over to the stove, feeling mildly panicked as you twisted the knob lowering the heat, “Sanji!”

He turned, the anger melting off so quickly it was hard to imagine it had been there, “Yes, my dear?”

“Dinner’s bubbling.”

“Dinner’s bub— Oh!” He rushed over, his momentary feud with Zoro forgotten as he gently stood next to you, grabbing the spoon he had been using, a calm sort of franticness in his movements.

“So sorry you saw us fighting in front of you,” He gently nudged you back towards the stool you had been seated on.

You just shrugged— it wasn’t the first time those two had gone at it in front of you. Their bickering and fighting at first scared you, two men that strong fighting? It seemed like it spelled disaster. But the bickerings never escalated past that, and you soon found yourself feeling amused watching them.

Zoro made a tsk’ing sound, arms crossed as he watched Sanji save the stew with little to no struggle. He shifted, his movements silent and the only reason you were aware was because you had been watching him. He was inching towards the cabinet where Sanji had shown you they keep different types of alcohol there. Without turning, Sanji spoke towards Zoro, voice cold, “You can wait for dinner to have your drink, marimo.”

“Damn lovecook,” Zoro huffed, eye narrowing at Sanji despite the blonde not facing him.

You look at Zoro a small smile, and he just huffed back in response before disappearing from the room. No matter how many days you spent with the crew being near him still set you on edge. There was something about the way he looked at you that told you he didn’t trust you, and the silent looks were more terrifying than him threatening you.

“Here, taste it now,” Another spoonful of stew was in front of you, and the ebbing worry that had been growing disappeared.

Chopper always kept their sick bay in top shape. The scent of cleaning supplies never felt too overbearing, and it was always a nice temperature inside. You wondered how long it normally took him to clean whenever he dug through things as frantic as he was doing now.

“Chopper,” You tried calming his frantic movements down, “It’s just a scratch— I’m fine.”

“But I need to clean the wound to see how bad it really is,” He was standing on his tiptoes reaching into a cabinet, flinging bottles around as he searched for whatever it was he was in need of, “Then disinfect it so you don’t get it infected! Then I have to dress it, if you don’t need stitches!”

You doubted you needed stitches, it stung sure, but you’d had plenty of wounds that needed stitches before. This one just needed some gauze and time and it may not even scar. You didn’t tell the little doctor that, he didn’t need a reason to grill you about your medical past.

“I doubt it needs stiches,” You mused, watching as he appeared triumphant upon finding whatever it was he had been searching for.

Hopping off the table he’d been standing on, he made his way to you, scooting the stool to be able to be closer to your arm. You held in a wince as he began cleaning the wound, clearly desperate to be careful with his actions. Hovering in the door was Sanji, a worried look on his face. What surprised you was Luffy behind him, peering around Sanji to look into the sick bay.

“I’m fine, you guys,” The genuine concern in their eyes was touching, a warm feeling growing in your chest as you smiled at them, “Just a scratch.”

“I was worried your whole arm was gonna fall off,” Luffy spoke, leaning forward against Sanji, who, despite the annoyed look on his face, accepted the weight against him.

You couldn’t help but snort, wincing slightly as Chopper applied antibacterial spray, “My entire arm was not at risk of falling off, Luffy.”

“You don’t know that,” He sounded so serious, his eyes wide, “Luckily, we have the best doctor on our ship, even if it had fallen of, he’d have fixed it!”

As if on cue, Chopper wiggled where he stood, bowing his head enough that the brim of his hat covered his eyes, though you could still see his smile, “That doesn’t make me happy at all!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, watching as he wrapped your forearm was gauze, his touch light and gentle. By the time he finished wrapping your wound, the pressure mixed with the spray helped the pain all but disappear. 

You held your arm up, showing the two worry warts, “See? All fixed. Not at risk of falling off at all.”

Sanji looked relieved, stepping inside, grabbing your arm gently and turning it every which way, as if studying Chopper’s work. Luckily, the little reindeer didn’t look offended by the excess studying. Luffy still stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, just watching you and Sanji. Chopper was scurrying around, tidying up the mess he’d created.

“I should kick Usopp into next week, no, next year for hurting you.”

Rolling your eyes, you pried your arm from his grip gently, patting your palm against his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat under your hand, “You will not be kicking him into next week or next year, it was an accident.”

“Still, he—”

“Still nothing,” You cut him off, sliding your hand up to cup his cheek for a moment, your heart twinging as he leaned further into your hand, “He didn’t mean to, I’m okay, it’s all good. You all are just so used to roughhousing with each other, you forget what it’s like to have someone delicate like me on board.”

Your tone was teasing, patting his cheek for good measure before removing your hand, moving to offer your help to Chopper. As you shifted, moving around the sick bay with direction from the little doctor you were unaware of the brief, stormy look that crossed Sanji’s face.

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[justluxy]

Neighbor - (2/2)

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Douma x Bottom Male Reader

Where Douma finally fucks his neighbor, you!

Warning: Smut, use of daddy, spanking, breeding

"Neighbor~"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

One of the things he had always wanted was to fuck his neighbor

Now what seemed to be an unattainable dream was becoming a reality, how much he had wanted that moment, every time he saw him pass by moving his hips in front of him shamelessly, how much he had had to hold back from going after him to squeeze that fat ass in his hands, that innocent look how many times he had wanted to break, small body that screamed for his cock, but now it was his and he would make sure not to let it go

Pinned against the wall, you moaned desperately, feeling his long, thick, and hard from your dreams bursting abruptly inside of you. You tried in vain to hold on, feeling your hands slip with each thrust that rammed into your abused hole. The man of your fantasies was now fucking you shamelessly

The white liquid slid down your legs, your aching body, your teary eyes, the thread of saliva running down the corner of your lips and face with a satisfied expression was a sign that you were enjoying it

That dildo you bought was nothing compared to a real cock

-AwH~! DOUMA~!

A symphony that filled the rainbow-eyed man's ears, a tune he would be willing to listen to all his life

He pulled out out of you, getting a frustrated sigh from you

-Don't get desperate, honey, we'll go somewhere more comfortable~ - he hum

He took you in his arms, carrying you to what he supposed was the student's room. You moved your hips hoping to feel that cock returned inside you, but you only got small touches that drove you to crazy. You whimpered in frustration

The blonde entered the room heading to the bed, he positioned you in the bed, took your legs, placing them on his shoulders, kneading the thighs between his hands, those plump thighs so soft to the touch against his skin, he left a path of kisses down the calf that caused you tickles, he continued his journey until he reached the thighs, he bit one of them, sinking his fangs into them, feeling the metallic taste of the blood that he tasted, listening to the small moan of his companion, he moved away, proudly observing the mark of his teeth, he planted a small kiss on the damaged area to leave another bite on the next one, he left hickeys that would let him know that you belonged to him, he continued until he reached your average-sized cock that caused him tenderness, releasing a small hum, he licked the pink tip, listening to the soft moan that prompted him to continue, he put it in his mouth, swallowing it with his tongue, your legscontracted, leaving his face imprisoned between the soft thighs, how many times had he wanted to be between your thighs, he continued with his work until he feels the salty liquid invading his taste buds

-Spread your legs for daddy honey~

Shamelessly, you separated your legs, holding them in your hands, giving him the view of your hole that was leaking his cum

-So obedient, you deserve a reward~

He took his hard cock and positioned the tip and entered slowly, further despairing his lover. He started with slow movements, gradually increasing his speed. He took you by the waist and lifted your body. Your gazes crossed and approached each other, joining your lips. Your soft lips moved inexperiencedly, not knowing what to do. You felt a strong thrust, releasing a moan and the blonde took advantage of the moment to let your tongues come together, seeking dominance. Your hips began to move, giving small bounces on the blond's cock.

You broke away from the kiss, your arms wrapping around your companion's neck

-Ah~ daddy~

Douma guided your hips, moving them as he pleased, increasing the pace of you uncoordinated movements. Admiring face and expression, he noticed a dildo behind you and let out a playful giggle, spanking your ass

-Oh~ honey you've surely been waiting for this moment~

You felt discovered, well at some point he had to know, he surely knew it for a long time with how obvious you were, embarrassed you hid your face in the blonde's neck hoping to get rid of the embarrassing moment, you felt another spank on your ass that made you let out a moan

-Get on all fours like the little slut you are

His playful tone turned serious, scaring you a little, you obeyed his order and got on all fours, restings your elbows on a pillow, curving your back so that your ass looked more voluminous than it already was

-AH~!

You moaned, the thick cock attacked you mercilessly, brushed your prostate again and again, the thrusts made the bed creak as the crash against the wall could be heard, the thrusts were almost at an inhuman rhythm, you held himself against the pillow biting it, your hair was taken lifting your face

-Don't hide your moans, I want the neighbors to hear you begging for me~

-ngh~ p-please~ Douma~... more~

Your strands were released, your trembling body did its best to stay elevated as you whimpered, you felt the knot in your stomach waiting to cum, the blonde's hand took your cock jerking it off, his thrusts became faster looking for his climax.

-ah~

You moaned in satisfaction, your cum staining the wrinkled sheets, feeling your insides filled again with the warm liquid. You let yourself fall, feeling his cum slide down your legs. Your eyes began to close from exhaustion, hoping to finally be able to sleep, but the hands on your hips interrupted your thoughts

-Who said this would end here, honey?~

[fandomfucker]

Hey I’m not sure if your requests are open? but if not please ignore me 🥺 I was wondering if you could write about sleek back undercut hair black suit Rhea with Fem Reader. All of TJD go to a party and Fem Reader catches Rhea attention in her little black number and it’s like instant sexual tension. Fem reader is shy cuz she’s never been with a woman so Rhea takes the lead and they have a hot make out session in the corner of the club or private booth or something.. then they have a 1 night stand at the hotel or something like that. 😍

Thanks!!

P.S I love your stories so much. 😭💘

A/N: I haven't written smut in a while so if its bad I apologize, it took me literally forever😭Also enjoy the Naomi cameo, I've been binge-watching total divas lately lol

WARNINGS: SMUT!!! (dom!rhea, oral/fingering, hickies, breasts, make-outs)

Word Count: 3,139

Reader's POV

After-parties were always more fun than the actual event. Case in point, when you meet the hottest woman you've ever seen and she's into you.

The actual event I'd been invited to was a WWE party one of my friends, a WWE superstar, had asked me to as a plus-one.

I linked arms with Naomi as we squeezed through the doorway, making our way into the crowded bar.

We giggled to each other as we ducked together, having to walk in tiny steps so as not to ride our short dresses up any further than they already were.

I stumbled slightly in my heels over the wood flooring, and Naomi had to catch me, now cackling at me all the while, "Girl, be careful before your whole cookie falls out."

The two of us shuffled our way to the bar, carefully avoiding damp and sticky portions of the bartop as we rested our arms atop it, waiting for the bartender.

I took a look around, scoping out the surroundings. It was mostly WWE superstars, with a few plus ones and even fewer average customers.

My heart seemed to skip a beat as my gaze landed on a goddess of a woman sitting at a booth in the back corner. She wore a stunningly flattering black suit and her short black hair was slicked back. Her makeup was a bit extravagant but it seemed to suit her perfectly.

Her eyes scanned the room as well, pausing on where her other three Judgment Day members danced together a few feet away from their booth. She took slow sips of her brandy, the condensation from the glass slipping down her wrist and dropping down where I wish I could watch.

Naomi's voice pulled me from my thoughts, my cheeks flushing as I turned back around and gave my order to the bartender. As soon as he walked away Naomi turned to me.

"Y/n, what was that?"

"What was what?" I feigned innocence, staring at the counter and playing with a straw to avoid her judging stare.

She grabbed my hands, stopping my fidgeting. "You know what. I know she's hot, but she's also not a good idea. You know how she is, especially with the rest of Judgment Day."

I nodded thoughtfully. Of course, I knew, but I wasn't actually going to do anything.

"I know, I'm going to stay away. However, while staying away, I can still look." I sent Naomi a joking look that sent us both into a fit of giggles.

Music pumped throughout the bar, a rainbow of colors flashing over the dancefloor, casting a myriad of colors over our faces.

A stolen glance towards the back of the bar had me sucking in my breath at the way the now perfectly purple light highlighted Rhea's sharp cheekbones.

Looking away before she could catch me, I turned back towards Naomi, who was dancing away in front of me. "Come on, girl."

She moved towards me and we danced together, close as can be.

Eventually, I peeled myself away from her to go grab another drink. "I'll be right back!"

Hopping up to the bar, I rested against the counter after waving the bartender down, waiting for my next drink.

The feeling of hands clamping down on either side of my waist and another body being pressed up behind me had my breath stopping and my heart quickening.

"Hi, sweetheart." A sultry Australian accent spoke into my ear, caressing it with her lips.

Rhea tugged on her earlobe with her teeth, sending waves of heat throughout my body.

"Rhea," I spoke, clearing my throat as my flaming cheeks betrayed me.

Just then, the bartender made his way back over, setting my drink down in front of me. "Did you want to add this to your tab?"

Before I could even open my mouth, Rhea responded for me. "You can just put it on mine."

He nodded and walked away, leaving the two of us alone.

Still holding my hips, Rhea gripped them harder and turned me around to face her.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared into her bright baby-blue eyes. She smirked at me, knowing the influence she had on me and the effects she was causing.

She slid her right hand up my body from my waist to my jawline, caressing my cheek with her thumb. She lined in, close enough for me to feel her breath against my lips.

"Do you really think I didn't see you watching me earlier?"

My blood ran cold as I shot my gaze back up to her eyes from her lips.

"It's okay sweetness, I like it when you watch me." She grinned as her hips pushed into me, pinning me against the bartop.

If she didn't stop I was going to have a heart attack.

She dropped her hand from my face and reached behind me to grab my drink.

Maintaining eye contact with me, she took a small sip of my drink, letting a drop fall down her lip.

"Let's go sit," She handed me my drink, which I numbly took from her, as she took my other hand in hers and guided me back to her booth.

I looked around the bar on the way back there for Naomi but she was nowhere to be found. I breathed a small sigh of relief at her absence. She couldn't make me feel bad about being with Rhea if she wasn't here to see me with Rhea.

Rhea sat down on the edge of the booth, pulling me forward to stand between her knees. She grabbed my other hand and tugged me towards her but I was too nervous to get too close voluntarily.

She quirked an eyebrow at me as she gently tugged me towards her again. "Come sit."

I tried to pull my hands away but she wouldn't loosen her grip. I licked my lips in nervousness, avoiding her eyes. "I, um. I've never done anything like this with a woman before." My cheeks burned with embarrassment and self-doubt.

"Don't worry, sweetness. I'll walk you through it, yeah?" She brought her right hand back up to my face, cupping my jaw as she stroked my cheek with her thumb.

I nodded eagerly. I wanted to do whatever she wanted me to, I was just really nervous and kind of out of my element.

She grinned up at me and spread her knees apart even further, tugging me down to sit on her thigh with my legs in between hers.

Sitting on her plush thigh, I could feel the slightly scratchy material of her pants on my upper thighs with the way my already short dress rode up on me when I sat.

Distracted, she managed to slip my drink out of my hand and put it on the table next to us between a few other empty glasses.

The hand previously holding mine moved to wrap around my waist, stroking the top of my thigh, while her other hand stayed caressing my face.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to steady myself, clutching the hem of my dress awkwardly with the other.

Locking eyes with her, she pulled me close, her lips locking with mine. Heat spread throughout my body as my body instinctually moved closer, leaving as little space between us as possible.

Deciding to listen to my instincts, I let go of my dress and bring it to her face. I tucked her hair behind her ear, not wanting anything in my way of her lips.

Her lips grinned against mine when she felt my touch on her hair. She removed her arm from around my waist, laying it at the top of my opposite leg making slow strokes up the length of my thigh, barely stopping once she reached the hem of my dress.

Her thumb began snaking its way under my dress, the rest of her hand following suit causing me to gasp and pull away.

The grin on her face at my reactions was like an addiction, I wanted nothing more than for her to continue grinning at me like that forever. And I'd do anything she asked of me to make that happen.

"Let's take this elsewhere, yeah?" She slapped my ass, making me jump at the unexpected touch. I stood up, self-conscious of the amount of liquid currently between my legs with the sheer amount of people around us.

Rhea gently pushed my thigh, moving me out of her way as she stood up. "I'm gonna go close our tabs, I'll be right back, okay? Don't go anywhere." She leaned in, leaning her hands on my hips, and bit at my lip before leaving me alone and speechless at the back of this nightclub.

My eyes wandered around the bar as I waited for Rhea to come back, seeing Naomi frantically looking around. I could tell she was searching for me and I began to shove my way through the crowd to her.

Luckily she wasn't too far away and saw me coming, pulling me into a crushing hug as soon as I was within arm's length.

As soon as we pulled away from each other, she was slapping my arm in frustration. "What the hell, y/n? You said you'd be right back and then I never saw you again!"

She held my forearms, presumably so I wouldn't run away again but I had no idea what to tell her. I knew Rhea was a bad idea, but she just felt so good.

"I-" Before I could even begin forming some kind of excuse I was cut off by the same voice from before.

"She was with me."

I turned around to see Rhea hovering over my shoulder with an impatient and irritated smirk plastered on her face.

"Can I talk to Y/n for a second? Alone?" Naomi asked Rhea, pulling me away from her without actually receiving a response.

She pulled me into a secluded corner, shielded from wandering eyes, including Rheas. "What are you doing? I thought we talked about this?"

Avoiding her disappointed gaze I shrugged, looking anywhere but at her. "I know, but..she came up to me first. And just one night can't hurt right?"

At that, she softened a bit. She knew my dating history wasn't great and I knew she just wanted the best for me.

"Look, you're an adult, and I trust you to make your own decisions. Just be careful okay? I love you too much to see you in pain over someone else."

I finally met her eyes, seeing the concern that I had heard in her voice and already knew was there. "I will I swear. It's just..." I contemplated my words. "She makes me feel fuzzy." I gushed like a teenager.

She pulled me in for a tight hug. "That's great Y/n. Just be safe and stay with her, don't try and leave the hotel by yourself and I'll see you tomorrow."

I hugged her back just as tight, giving her a small 'thank you' before pulling away and making my way back towards Rhea.

She straightened up from where she leaned against a pillar when she saw me, taking a couple of steps towards me to close the distance. "You ready, sweetheart?"

My breath was instantly stolen away from me again and I wound up just staring at her dumbly until she laughed and grabbed my hand, just pulling me out of the club.

The chilly night air had goosebumps pickling my flesh as we made our way to where she had parked her car.

Situating myself into the passenger seat I made myself comfortable, turning up the heat and turning on the seat warmers. I refrained from changing the music, knowing Rhea might've had a fit if I did.

She drove with one hand on the wheel, clutching the top of my thigh possessively with the other. Her jaw was clenched as we drove in a tense silence.

Parking towards the back of the hotel, we got out of the rental and made our way to the side door. Rhea swiped her key and held the door open for me, ushering me inside and to the elevator.

As soon as I was inside the elevator and turned back around to face Rhea, I was being pushed up against the back wall.

Her hands held my hips against the wall as her thigh slid in between mine. Her lips slid to my jawline, whispering kisses across my skin.

The elevator ride was short, only a minute or so. But a full minute of Rhea laying kiss after kiss, biting, and then immediately kissing the pain away all over my neck and jaw had my knees weak and panties soaked.

When the elevator came to a stop, seconds before the door opened, Rhea finally pulled away from me, pulling a frustrated moan out of my throat all the while.

She gave me a shit-eating grin and just grabbed my hand again, dragging me past the bewildered-looking couple waiting to get on the elevator.

Stopping down the hall at her hotel door, she refused to acknowledge me until we were inside the room with the door closed behind us. 

She grabbed my wrist and, once again, dragged me further into the room, tossing me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing.

I stared up at her from where she watched me. Specifically, the spot where my dress had ridden up on my thigh exposing most of my tiny black underwear.

Not removing her eyes from between my legs, she licked her lips, seemingly knocking herself out of it to reach behind her and grab the desk chair, rolling it to the edge of the bed and taking a seat.

"Take off your panties." She demanded, leaning back in the chair and folding her hands together as she trailed her gaze up my body, landing on the beauty marks she'd left.

Not wanting to accidentally upset her, I silently slipped off my heels, chucking them to the side of the bed haphazardly but slowed down when I got to my underwear.

I slipped my thumbs under the waistband, slowly bringing them down. Lifting my hips to get them over and then pulling them all the way off. I dropped them at the foot of the bed, figuring if she had wanted me to do something with them specifically she would've told me.

"Now take the dress off." She commanded me.

I immediately set to, reaching behind me to undo the zipper. Except I then remembered that I had help getting the dress on in the first place because I couldn't reach it.

Looking up at Rhea, I saw her hard-set eyes, my cheeks beginning to flush with embarrassment knowing I would need her help.

"Can you help me?" I ducked my head and got up on my knees, turning around for her to reach the zipper.

She let out a small laugh before reaching forward and pulling it down, pushing the shoulder straps off my shoulders.

Her fingers ghosted over my skin as she pushed my dress down my arms, sliding the fabric over my hips, bunching it up at my waist. I had never been more thankful to not be wearing a bra or nipple covers than now when Rhea reached around and started toying with both of my nipples.

Rolling them in between her fingers and occasionally grasping my whole breast with her hand, kneading it however she liked.

She stopped me from turning around by laying a hand at the base of my back and going back to running her hands up and down my body.

I felt her lips on the top of my back, right in the middle of my shoulder blades making me shiver.

I could feel her growing smile against me as she took her time laying kiss after kiss all over my back. Every square inch was kissed or licked, as she just did as she pleased to me, pulling small whimpers and moans from me.

When she finally pulled away, my back arched involuntarily as the cold air hit the lingering saliva sending goosebumps across my whole body.

"Turn around, love." Rhea's sultry voice instructed me.

Twisting my body around, I maneuvered around on my knees to face Rhea, standing on the floor but leaning towards me, with her hands on the mattress right in front of me to support herself.

She looked me up and down, seemingly contemplating what she wanted me to do. Grabbing the dress where it lay on my waist, she began to tug it down, indicating she wanted it off.

I laid back on the bed again to remove it, my eyes never leaving Rhea's face, while hers never left the dress.

As soon as the dress was on the floor, Rhea was on the bed hovering over me. She laid her hands on either side of my head, effectively caging me in.

My breath stilled as I looked up at her menacing grin. She slowly backed up, her feet landing on the floor with a carpeted thud. She kept going 'til she was kneeling on the floor, and I could feel her breathe on my inner knees.

"You're a little far away, aren't you darling?" Without any real warning, she grabbed the backs of my calves and pulled me forward so that my legs dangled off the bed but my pussy was mere inches away from her.

Gripping the bedsheets with anxiety, I looked down at her. Her gaze softened a bit when she noticed just how unconfident and nervous I was.

"Is this okay?" She rubbed circles on my leg as she questioned me, furrowing her brows when I just nodded in response.

She shook her head at me, "I need words, sweetness."

My cheeks flared again, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes, Mami."

"Good girl," She smirked. "Your safeword's riptide."

Before I could even blink she had thrown herself forward, laying her lips on my clit, eliciting a moan from me immediately.

Her tongue came out and swirled around my clit, her piercing just cold enough to enhance the shocking sensations I was feeling.

She kept her tongue on my clit as she inserted one of her fingers into me. I writhed against her, grinding against her face for a chance of any kind of extra friction. 

Another finger was inserted and she began to speed up her pace, thrusting into me with her fingers as her tongue massaged my clit.

My legs began to tremble with each thrust, harder and harder. Faster and faster.

"Mami! I'm gonna come!"

She seemed to give me the go-ahead when she kept going, upping the severity of each thrust.

With a loud cry of her name on my lips, I came hard.

She kept fingering me, helping me ride out my high while she pulled her mouth away. Once I had stopped trembling so much she removed her fingers and went back in with her mouth, lapping up all my cum with her tongue.

I panted heavily, my thighs clenched tight around her head as she happily went to town cleaning me up.

Once she was satisfied, she looked up at me. "I know this is your first time with a woman but, we usually go for a while." She grinned wickedly at me, "You think you're up for it?"

[blackdollette]

"got your bible, got your gun." || part two.

꒰ ៹ . "𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄. "

peppers. - lana del rey

୨୧˖-ׁ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬��𝐬: it was your little way of trying to butter him up...

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: new ! bau ! female ! reader x jealous ! spencer

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 917

꒰ ៹ . ୨୧˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: spencer being slightly perverted

ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ ៹ . 🍒 previous chapters: 𝐈

you swiftly travelled across the office holding a stack of hot cups in your hands.

the small mountain of coffee began to disappear as you distributed each drink to the designated person. it was surprising how much you could learn about a person just from the way they took their coffee. 

hotch liked his black, mirroring his stoic, almost bitter disposition. garcia took hers with an abundance of cream and sugar, the pale, sweet liquid going against what the average adult would choose to consume on a typical monday morning. morgan matched garcia, but chose use more coffee than milk to give his drink a darker hue. jj took hers white with no sugar, prentiss took hers black with four teaspoons of it. and spencer, the obvious outlier…

“earl gray tea, dr. reid?” your voice chirped him out of his studious haze, him leaning back slightly in his chair to find the owner of the voice. he narrowed his eyes slightly, removing his glasses and hooking them onto his collar. he hummed with traces of disdain, trying to pick out something, anything to point out. he waited a beat before plucking the cup out of the grip, taking a slow sip and swallowing the hot liquid in one swift movement. his fixed eye contact suggested that he was unpleased, but the almost unnoticable flicker in his gaze screamed otherwise.

“thank you.” he accentuated his consonants in an extra crisp manner, setting the cup down with great care. you nodded, navigating your way over to your desk (which just so happened to be directly across from him.)

“anytime. have there been any new cases yet?” you took this little interaction the strike up conversation with the only person who hadn’t fallen head over heels for you yet.

spencer shook his head, disloging a few strands of hair from his artfully scruffy hairstyle. “not yet. we’re still working on the case of three women in their mid-20s who were brutally raped before being decapitated.” spencer grimaced as the words left his mouth, but didn’t let you catch a glimpse of it. truth was, he tried to make it sound a lot more gruesome than it actually was just to scare you. he wanted to get some sort of imperfect reaction out of you. 

you raised an eyebrow, humming as you shuffled through a few papers on your desk. “sounds thrilling.” your tone was flat, almost sarcastic. 

he took another quick swig of his drink, stealing little glances at your desk. you had had it set up after 10 minutes of being moved in. neat binders containing whatever you believed needed to be concealed, an assortment of pens, organized in rainbow order, and a few makeup items which looked practically untouched. spencer knew that colleagues weren’t supposed to profile eachother, but he could practically see “control freak” written on your forehead. that was the only explanation as to how you knew what drink he took in the morning.

“how’d you know, anyway?” he mumbled, covering half his face with a few pictures of the butchered women on the case files.

your head shot up. “how’d i know what?” you leaned forward slightly, making him subconsciously back away the same amount in response.

“that i drink tea, not coffee?” he didn’t mean to sound mildly irritated, but he had never been good at properly masking his true feelings. you shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “a girl never reveals her secrets.” he snorted out a small laugh. figures. he’d already found that out when he saw the binders. 

you pursed your lips, curiosity bubbling in your gut. “hey, can i see those? the photos of the victims. i think i may know how to help.” spencer’s brow furrowed. he hesitantly extended his arm to hand you the pictures, but stopped halfway. “what would you be able to do that i can’t? i assure you that i am fu-” you grabbed the papers from him, springing out of your seat and rushing out of the room. between your “take-charge” attitude and that little skirt that rode up your thighs with your quick steps, he found that he was seething once again.

“damn… she’s smoking hot, isn’t she?”

spencer jumped, morgan’s taunting catching him by surprise again. and at the worst possible time too, just as he was staring at the view from behind.

“knock it off, morgan… how do we even know for sure if she’s legal or not? the kid probably can’t drink!” he could feel his cheeks burning red.

“i could say the same about you, kid.” morgan swatted the glasses off of spencer’s collar, laughing as the boy bent down to pick it up. now he was angry, jealous, and had that unmistakable sizzle growing in his stomach. morgan patted him on the back, dropping his voice down.

“just… take it easy, kid. a girl like that usually only comes around once in a life time. but it looks like she’s here to stay. go get her, tiger.”

spencer grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “i’m not gonna ‘get the girl’. i don’t even want her, man.” 

morgan shot him a half grin, slapping him on the shoulder before sauntering off, leaving spencer as a sputtering mess. there went any chance of him starting to warm up to you. this interaction had thrown him off more than ever, leaving him with no desire to fight the urge to keep you as far away as possible. but morgan had been wrong about one thing:

‘smoking hot’ was a gross understatement.

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still thinking about this

tw ; talks about gun violence, racism and homophobia

I love everything our community has done and all the work that has gone into analysis, but you dont need a 300-something slide goodledoc to prove there's something going on here.

They talk about wills sexuality in the first episode, going so far as to use what is now a slur to describe him.

"oh but, lizbet, it was the 80s, it wasn't a slur then" I'm aware, but every film/show/book/play that is written in a different time period than the one it is set still has to be relevant to the audience it was made for. A lot of people think stranger things is set in the 80s to call back to classic thrillers like IT and ET, which it is...at its very basic, fundamental sketches. If that was all it is, the GA and younger watchers especially would not care for it as much as they do.

Anyone who ever read 'An Inspector Calls' in school should know what I mean. In 'An Inspector Calls', he author writes about the ignorance of an upper class 1912 family living in capitalist England through the context available to a 1947 audience. The audience knows the family faces two upcoming world wars, the titanic sinking and the great depression, this knowledge is used to highlight the ignorance of the family by believing England, and they too, are free from mistake or flaw. This dramatic irony screams out at you as you are watching/reading it. the typical audience doesn't scrutinise every detail, despite if those details are intentional.

"what makes stranger things relevant?" I hear you ask. "what context do we have that enhances the storytelling?"

Rising Russian-American tensions - Russians weren't actually shown as a threat in the show until season 3. Before then, it was pure paranoia from the US government in the show that fuelled their research and experiments, as the show is set during the cold war, it is relevant for the time period. The show reflects real life tensions as they've spiralled out of control due to the Russo-Ukrainian war through the actual introduction of Russian villains. (I think its common knowledge that the USSR were not actually opening interdimensional portals underneath 80s malls.)

The opening scene of season 4 showing the massacre of the lab children, children we'd seen innocently playing in the rainbow room. 010 we see taking a 'lesson' with Dr Brenner, the interaction is calm and the two joke. Moments later, every single one of those children is murdered. we hear sirens, screaming, and gunshots. The US in 2022 saw 51 school shootings. Gun laws in the US are a topic that a lot of people still do not want to address, but through stranger things, the writers force forward the reality of modern America in a way impossible to ignore. The reality that the leading cause of death in American children and teens is gun violence. The reality that an estimated 4.6 million american children live in a home where a gun is kept loaded and unlocked. The reality that, on average, 23 children are shot in the United States every single day. It's also the idea that it was the forced conformity of Henry Creel that pushed him towards this warped perception of humanity, allowing him to justify his actions. Reflecting the cases in which the shooter was a bullied student. Forced conformity being a core theme of the show, because it is relevant.

Constant reminders of a racial divide and aggression towards black characters, a theme that has persisted throughout the seasons much like it has persisted in real life.

Growing LGBT acceptance

That's all I can come up with at the moment, I'm really eager to hear other peoples ideas on this, but moving on.

Each of these themes can be traced back to the very first episode.

and then we have

If you think this is far fetched, consider how you'd write the first episode of a multi-seasonal period piece to introduce ideas and themes relevant to your audiences.

Consider how the recent legalisation of same-sex marriage in the US would impact your choices.

For the purpose of portraying Will as a reserved kid for which it is unusual for him to not have come home, it would have had the same effect for Joyce to stop at the fact he is made fun of at school for his clothes and such.

this line adds a layer to her concern, that Will was targeted and hate-crimed, she is trying to get the police involved. What does Jim do?

He expresses judgement.

There is no reason to include this other than to lay the groundwork for a theme that will come back later in the show.

A theme that did come back and slapped us all in the face.

A theme that didn't go away like a lot of people wanted it to/assumed it would.

Assumed it would go away because so many shows nowadays drop a label or a flag pin on a character and leave it at that. It's frankly humiliating how people stoop so low to kiss the feet of writers who reduce them down to a few stripes. (most prominent example to me is Sasha Waybright's pitiful bi sticker in the last 3 minutes of the final episode that got people screaming in excitement.)

If this were the Russian-American tensions theme, it would be unusual to drop it before the shows concluding season, its core to Elevens storyline and the interactions of the main cast with ignorant government officials.

People have grown accustomed to the representation of queer characters with labels, that representation is the co-existance of hetero and homo characters without ever needing to address the differences. But we are different, its the beauty of being different that is ignored. I feel quite a lot of representation nowadays fails to reflect the core of LGBT experiences - love.

It is the love that makes us who we are, not the labels.

This is what makes Stranger things worthy of recognition, the queer characters are introduced through their love for others, not a single label is needed, they actually make a point of not labelling a single sexuality, which a lot of people mistook for them "dancing around the topic".

You think, for even a moment - with a style of queer storytelling such as that, that Wills love is going to be used to fuel the heteronormative relationship?

Stranger things - the show about being different, about love conquering hate - wouldn't go so far as to let Mike return that love?

yeah, right.

(i would like to add that these themes are serious issues i'm grateful the writers address. this post isn't meant to prove byler endgame, but the impact a requited love between them would bring to audiences and why that is important, much like the other themes.

the only way to have the full impact is for this theme to persist another season and play a crucial role to the shows conclusion, hence why Mike and Will are likely centre stage, even if they dont "get together", their bond is crucial to the plot, whatever happens with them and rovickie will be unforgettable.)

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south park green hat hcs forgot his name

- middle name is Abraham (a fic writer i used to read a lot did this and it stuck with me) (also he feels letter A coded idk how to explain it)

- hazel eyes just like meeee

- when he was super tiny toddler he was friends with another kid before stan but the kid moved away so his parents had to make him get more friends

- first met stan when they were about 2 and was annoyed by him at first but started to like him in preschool and that was when the bromance started

- rainbow baby + born a couple weeks early which is probably the main cause of his rather weak immune system

- learned to read at an early age + was obsessed with letters and numbers as a toddler (also like me)

- suffers from OCD causing him to obsess over both small and big things that he cannot do much about + gets really bad anxiety sometimes despite trying to act tough

- i feel like kyle having OCD explains a lot of his behaviors and fears throughout the show i.e. not wanting to be seen as a stereotype, germaphobia, wanting to do "the right thing" all the time stuff like that

- feels bad about how he used to be super mean to ike and has been nicer to try and make up for it (hooray for growth as a person)

- picks at his fingers as a compulsion

- nobody knows why he hates bananas.

- mostly average body type + somewhat tall but has quite a bit of pudge around the middle which he feels very insecure about

- has an outie (freak)

- one of the cleanest of the kids physically but his hat is pretty gross (he wears it practically 24/7)

- his parents thought there was something wrong with him for years because he had talked about mr hankey for a very long time but nobody believed him until the episode

- his hat can make him fly but does he know that

- sometimes says words in a very slight jersey accent caught from his mom. always gets annoyed when he notices it

- good at basket ball

- sometimes paranoid about forgetting/leaving things behind and tries his best not to lose stuff

- he and cartman have broken each others chromebooks multiple times much to the dismay of their parents

- used to not like kenny that much for some nonexistent reason but warmed up to him after getting to know him better + feels very sorry about his situation

- i dont necessarily ship style but i do think they have some sort of tiny weird thing going on that never fully turns romantic

thats what i could think of

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the Regular ☕️

the biggest blizzard had hit Seattle, and the city didn't want to risk anyone going outside. as a result, you, dina, and her invited party, ellie, had an amazing time in the small apartment you call home, playing as many board games as the cupboard possessed and getting high. however, your patience began to run thin when the blizzard moved into the weekday. on monday, using some of ellie's unused drawing paper, you and dina played a mean game of charades in an attempt to amuse yourselves. on tuesday the coffee complaints began, you texted Maria, the owner of your favorite coffee shop down the street to miraculously stop the blizzard so she could open up shop, you even claimed you’d be the first in line for a cup. she laughed at your message and sent you a picture of her and her husband in front of a landmark in London. you thumbs down the photo and sent an assortment of unhappy faces and all she could send back were laughing emojis. you felt like the tin man all rusty and squeaky and in dire need of a cup of joe from your favorite coffee shop down the block.

Wednesday rolled around and the need for coffee and blizzard was no better. in the early morning, the final strike of the blizzard had hit a major power line causing the electricity for the whole block to be out for hours. dina and ellie tried to make you come play a game of cards with them but you refused and huddled yourself in your bed swiping through your photos of all the pictures of coffee you’ve taken before falling asleep. hearing the faint thuds of fresh snow piling up outside the window woke you up, checking your phone it read 8:30am and you sighed walking into the living area still groggy from sleep. the couple are cuddled on the couch snoring away walking to the kitchen you naturally switch on the lights, and they work, your eyes shot so wide you swear they would have fallen out. with this new profound knowledge there is only one place you instantly think of, the one place you longed to be at. Maria's Coffee Shop. 

slipping on layers of clothing and finally a puffer, you tiptoed past the couple to the door making sure not to wake them. you were so excited for the shop to possibly not be open because maria wasn’t even in the country and she always opens her shop herself. but you gave it a little hope and you were right. walking up the semi packed stand-alone you hear the radio playing sweet songs of winter and a cute barista making drinks. you knew everyone on the rotation, and she was not one of them. she was big, not the average barista looking type. she greeted you with a hello and went back to making the waiting customer's order. looked like it was just her working today which was fair due to the previous blizzard and not that many people being out in the town. you looked at the pastries that sat pretty in the display case pondering which ones to take back to the apartment. abby sent off the last customer with their drinks with a smile and wiped her hands off before coming to take your order. "welcome to maria's, can i get a name for the order?" her glasses were thin framed and sat snug on her face. coming out of your trance you begin to give her a name. "uh--" "wait. are you maria's regular?" you blush and freeze at the recognition, not expecting for her to already know you. you take a deep breath and come back to reality as you are literally in line and have other people waiting. “so you are *****?” “h-how do you know that..?” she chuckles and rubs her neck a little, clearing her throat “maria left a note and your uhm picture in the employee office” “oh..” you nod and look around a little embarrassed but proud that maria knows you so much to leave a damn note AND picture in the employee room..right? right… “so.. I have your drink base ready, did you want anything else?” “oh, yes, can I get 2 rainbow cake slices and a cof-“ “-fee cake” she says, smiling, writing it down on the note pad giving you your total. “your items will be out in a bit, thank you *****” you so badly want to call Dina and scream into the phone about how the cute barista knows your damn name and order through and through but you take a deep breath and find a chair to sit on, to ground yourself. you watch as she makes your drink, counting every freckle on her face and big arms, analyzing her outfit, the brown apron combined with the rolled up white dress shirt, and black slacks, and those thin framed glasses she pushes up every now and then…god…was it your ovulation week or what? so deep in thought you didn’t see her waving at you to pick up your order. getting up quickly to counter, you grabbed the brown paper bag with pastries and your perfectly looking iced coffee staring right at you. “that’s…what you usually order right? you loo-“ “this….this is perfect. thank you so much..? “abigail- uh abby” she said as she tapped her name tag. “thank you abby, i hope to see you soon..” “no problem, have a nice rest of your day, miss”

you click your heels before turning, walking out with all the goodies you managed to overspend on. feeling giddy about the interaction with the cute barista abby, turning the cup around to find the drink hole you see the cup lined with a phone number "xxx-xxxx-xxx, call me :)"

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Please may I have a Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood scenario of when you (Maes Hughes sister *same age as Roy and she is Roy's wife and everything and she is currently pregnant with his son and she is a skilled sniper and yeah..she is the wife of a flame alchemist*) were insistent on Roy taking a break when the poor man was on the verge of collapse. You received a call from your worried brother when you were at the hospital having your pregnancy bump checked and you saw for yourself when Edward told you that Roy wasn't feeling all sunshine and rainbows..it was obvious that your poor husband had taken ill and you were absolutely stern when you told him to go home and sleep in a tone that meant "do it or else"..Roy was insistent when he said he was fine but he was not fine and it was clear to everyone else too..when they all told him to listen to his wife (you)..the Elric brothers had to help him home considering that you wouldn't be able to help him not in your condition. You called Roy a numpty for going to work despite he was ill today once he was in bed..

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the scenario!

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Character: Roy Mustang x afab! pregnant! Hughes! Reader (the reader is referred to as Roy's wife but gender neutral pronouns are used otherwise)

Word Count: 1.0k (1,097 words)

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When Colonel Roy Mustang is overworking himself to the point of collapse, his coworkers have no choice but to call you, his wife, in for backup.

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“Uh huh. Yeah. No, I know what he’s like. Yep. I’ll be there soon, don’t let him out of your sight. Bye.”

With every word you spoke into the phone the nurse standing near you grew paler and backed away. You could only guess at the expression on your face.

That damned husband of yours.

“I’m sorry. I’ve got to go. Is that all we need to do for today or do I need to book another appointment?”

The nurse recovered from her stunned state and shook her head. “Everything’s okay. Both you and the baby are doing well. We’ll see you again next month for your next check up.”

You gathered your belongings and stood up from your chair. “Thank you. I’ll see you then.”

As you left the building all you could think about was the conversation you had just had over the phone.

It had been your brother, Maes. And of course, knowing your brother, you expected him to be calling just to rant about his lovely Elicia.

So when you had answered the phone, it had come as a surprise.

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“Hey sis! How’d the appointment go? All good?”

You smiled tiredly. Your brother was always so energetic. “Yes, Maes, all good. But I’m still in the appointment so unless it’s urgent, I’ll have to go.”

“Well actually…” he paused, “it is a bit urgent.”

You frowned. That was a more serious tone than you’d heard your brother use in quite a while. Maybe this wasn’t your average “my beautiful Elicia counted to ten today, she’s so smart” call.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Roy. He’s overworking himself again.”

You sighed. “That’s my husband. I’m guessing he’s not listening to anyone there?”

“You know him. Figured it was best if you came here to drag him home yourself.”

Another sigh on your part. “I’ll be there in a bit. Keep an eye on him and don’t let him out of your sight.”

“Right on. See you soon sis.”

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As you strode through the halls of the base, you felt a presence fall into step beside you.

“Hello ma’am. Are you Mustang’s wife?”

You turned to look at the figure next to you. It was Edward Elric. Looking behind you, you saw his younger brother Alphonse. It was surprising how quietly he was able to move despite the large metal suit of armour.

You mostly knew the boy through Roy since, whether your husband wanted to admit it or not, he had basically adopted the Elric brothers following the incident that had taken place at their home a few years ago. Roy had been sparse on details but you’d heard rumours of human transmutation. You didn’t pry any further after that.

You’d see the Elrics around the base a few times and had certainly heard Ed and Roy yelling at each other on occasion. But beyond a few quick greetings in the halls, you hadn’t really had a lot to do with them.

“Yes, that’s me. And you’re the Fullmetal Alchemist aren’t you? To what do I owe the pleasure? Everything alright?”

The boy seemed to be fighting with himself, unsure of what to say. “It’s Mustang. He’s overworking himself and normally, I wouldn’t give a-” he paused and cleared his throat, “I mean, normally I wouldn’t be worried but he’s going to make himself sick if he doesn’t have a break.”

You sighed. “That’s my husband. My brother - you know him, Maes Hughes - called me earlier. I’m here to take him home to rest.” You frowned, “Is he that bad?”

“He’s certainly not feeling sunshine and rainbows at the moment. I think if he keeps working much longer he’s going to get sick.”

Of course he would work himself to the point of collapse when you weren’t around.

“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind.”

For the first time, Edward grinned. “This, I’ve got to see.”

You had both reached the door to your husband’s office. You didn’t bother with the courtesy of knocking. Instead, you swung the door open, shifting your face into a firm look of fury and subtle disappointment.

“Roy.”

The man looked up from his desk, scrambling to make himself look presentable. But nothing count hide the dark circles under his eyes and the invisible weight on his shoulders.

“Hey sis! How are you and the little one doing?”

You turned to your brother, your face morphing into a smile. “Doing well.”

You looked around at the others in the room. Havoc, Hawkeye, Fuery, Falman, Breda. All people you knew well. All people who were completely loyal to your husband. All people he was ignoring at present.

“The baby’s as strong as ever. But I hear it’s father…” you turned your gaze back to Roy, “isn’t the same.”

Roy shook his head despite the resounding responses to the positive from around the room. “I’m fine dear. Really. No need to worry.”

“Oh don’t give me that. I can see it from a mile away. You, mister, need to go home and rest. Maes told me you’re overworking yourself. Even Edward told me he’s concerned about your wellbeing.”

Spluttering from behind you. “Now hang on, I never said-”

“Brother, don’t deny it. You were worried.”

You walked over to Roy’s desk. “We’re going home.”

“I’m fine hones-”

“Sir. With all due respect. Listen to your wife. Go home and rest. We can handle things here.” You gazed gratefully at Hawkeye who smiled back.

Roy opened his mouth as if to protest again but you interrupted before he had the chance. “Roy. Don’t be a numpty. Let’s go.”

He closed his mouth and exhaled through his nose. “Alright. You win. Let’s go.”

He raised himself from his chair and swayed dramatically. Edward and Alphonse rushed over. “Come on Colonel. We’ll help.” From the teasing glint in Edward’s eyes, you guessed his offer of help was in part due to genuine concern but mostly due to the fact that he could use the situation to tease your husband in the future.

As the Elrics helped Roy out the door, you waved a farewell to the others. “Thank you for looking after him until I got here. He’ll be back once he’s feeling better.”

Assorted farewells followed you out the door.

“When we get home, you’re going to bed and resting, alright?” Your tone brooked no argument and, despite everything, Roy smiled teasingly.

“Yes ma’am. You got it.”

His smile grew softer and a warm look filled his gaze.

“You’re going to be a great parent.”

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talents, skills, and cutie marks

Thrift Twinkle: Makes clothing and various other stuff. Thrift keeps a small notebook for all his ideas and notes on inventory and current trends, what's selling and what isn't, etc. Rainbow, his pet phoenix, helps deliver items for him using a fire-teleport spell similar to the one Spike has in the show. Rainbow is friendly, fairly flamboyant, and a little on the small side. Deliveries made by phoenix-mail are limited to one item at a time, and there are constraints on the size and weight of packages. So Thrift doesn't use this method for transporting inventory so much as delivering letters and items that might come in handy. Unlike Spike's firebreath mail, Rainbow usually teleports herself to retrieve and return with items, though she is capable of receiving items; if the pony on the other end has one of her feathers, it can be used to burn up the package, which will then be sent back to her.

Radiant Ember: As you would expect, very proficient with various forms of unicorn magic, particularly telekinesis, teleportation, and spells used for organization, teaching, and similar things. One unique spell she knows ignites fire, which can be used for light sources and conjuring messages. Said flame messages can be placed wherever is needed, including hovering along after something or someone. She mostly uses this for emphasizing things while teaching, pointing something out, or leaving messages/alerts for others. However, sometimes it can be used for less... professional endeavors. Also, her telekinesis strength and precision is probably the highest out of the unicorns in the cast. She's capable of moving the most items without losing accuracy or dropping anything. Also, it's not really an ability, but as a crystal pony, she does have full on sparkle mode, though it's usually not on display.

Saber Frost: Saber is one of the strongest in the cast, and is certainly the best fighter. Most of his spells relate to combat, restraining, or defense. These include: Containing bubble spells used to contain items or ponies as well as create complete barriers around areas; a specialized shield spell similar to a riot shield which can be used to push or pull ponies as well as block attacks; ice crystal generation which can be used to freeze or slow opponents; a multipurpose chain spell for restraining ponies and sealing off areas among other things. Saber is also highly proficient in combat telekinesis, and weapon summoning, including his moon halberd. Though he's got plenty of force in his buck already, the steel horseshoes he often wears add a lot more damage to any target of a kick. It's usually doors and stuff... usually. Another reason he wears those is tor prevent ay accidental fires, as if he fails to control his emotions nirik fire may start to spark. This can make it a little more easy to spot when he's upset than he'd like, even if he rarely 'lapses' into that form, and as a hybrid, it's a little different for him. He also sort of has a bit of a mix between the appearance of unicorn and kirin magic.

Clover Shores: He doesn't have too many skills outwardly to make him stand out so far, so I didn't include him with the other members of the core four haha. He's got telekinesis but it's fairly average, and he can't teleport or do many spells. However, he does have a knack for getting out of tricky situations without much logical explanation, and sometimes it seems like he appears unexpectedly.

cutie mark stories below the cut:

Thrift: Ya mean when I got mine? Sure! It was all thanks ta Rainbow and Gizmo, really. You know back when da's business was really struggling? I kept thinkin' and tryin' to help him out... Gizmo was havin' the same problems, so we were like that most days, tryin' to find a way to make things okay again. One day, I started thinking about how much Rainbow seems ta make ponies smile, and that gave me an idea. I nabbed my notebook and started ta sketch, and before I knew it, I had a logo, and a name.

The ideas just kept flowin' and flowin' and I started making, and rearrangin' the shop... Later, all that stuff would sell like hotcakes. It was the first time anythin' I'd had a hoof in did so well. But tha' first day, when I was sketchin' and totally wrapped up it all, I didn't even notice what had happened until I went home to show Pops. We had a big party after that. I was kinda a late bloomer, so it was a big relief when Gizmo and I finally got ours, honestly.

Ember: So we're talking about cutie marks, hm? Well, mine isn't all that exciting. It was back before I became a professor, actually. I was hoping to become a tutor for the school I was attending, and presenting an essay was required as part of the interviews... I was so certain I wouldn't get the job, because one of the staff interviewing was this fool of a professor who I'd already pissed off the prior semester. He was arrogant, and even though he made the most idiotic mistakes teaching history I'd ever seen, he never seemed to care. Anytime somepony would point it out, this ass would just double down. I was sure he'd shoot down my interview no matter what I did, so when the questions about "why you want the job" and "what do you bring to the table" came up, I gave up on telling those old coots what they wanted to hear. Instead I just wrote the the truth.

You should have seen the look on their stuck-up faces. It still gives me a laugh to this day. But instead of being shown the door, like I expected, the very professor I thought would be my biggest detractor told the others to wait. Apparently, I'd managed to 'open his eyes' and he thought anypony who managed to teach 'a stubborn old mule' like him something new was worthy of teaching there.

Well, the mark came to me on the spot. Which really sealed the deal, as you can probably imagine. But that pretty much sums up why I even bother teaching at all. I've met some of the stubbornest fools imaginable over the years. But anypony, even the most hopeless, can be taught if they have the right teacher. Of course, that's only if they actually choose to. I have no interest in useless ponies who refuse to learn and grow.

Saber: I'm actually not entirely sure I remember what it was that caused mine. Perhaps the memories are just blending together, but it must have been the choices I've made while part of the guard. It took a long time to develop the skills and mindset I have today. I don't know if there was a particular incident so much as a collective amount from various cases and events... One day, I woke up, and there it was. A symbol of my resolve.

Clover: Oh... Cutie marks. Right. Mine? Well... It.. It's one of those familial types, you know? Where they all look a bit similar? I always thought it symbolized connections... Oh, well, the clovers and the ladybug are more specific to me, I guess? I like to think of it as representing chance connections, and the friends I've made... and for change and growth, I hope. Someday, I'll be braver than I am now.

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You can probably tell by the oneshot once you read, but this is canon divergent. It’s not really an AU, more of a prompt. I hope it isn’t sloppy or rushed.

V sat on the wooden floor and gently rubbed her hand on Cyn’s back to try to comfort her. She suddenly started looking upset a while ago and none of her friends couldn’t quite figure out why.“Can you please tell us what’s wrong?” V asked. Cyn wiped a few stray tears from her screen and glanced up at her.“I want. N.” She replied.

V raised an eyebrow in confusion and J and Tessa glanced at each other. They all collectively knew a lot of the worker drones in the mansion, and they’ve never heard of someone named N. Then again, he might be new.“I. Miss. N. I. Want. To play. With. Him.” Cyn continued as more tears began forming. V was quick to wipe the tears away and wrapped an arm around her.”Don’t cry, sweetie. How about J and Tessa look for your friend?” She asked.

“Sniffle. Yes. Please. N is. Scared. Of. Humans, but. I. Told. Him. Tessa is. Nice.” Cyn replied. J was already walking over to the door and opened it for Tessa, who soon nodded and followed her.”Thank you, J.” She said. Before leaving, Tessa turned around and smiled at Cyn.”Don’t worry, we’ll find him!” She said confidently. J nodded in agreement and closed the door.

V smiled softly.”See? You’ll be able to play with N soon.” She said. A small smile began to appear on Cyn’s face.

“Smile. Thank. You.” She said. V wrapped her arms around her in a hug and felt Cyn lean on her for support while she hugged back.”Of course, Cyn. Now how about I go get you some tea? Would you like that?” She asked. Cyn nodded.”Small. Nod.” V stood up and affectionately patted her on the shoulder.

“Alright. I’ll be right back.” She said. She couldn’t carry Cyn the whole way since she’d need both hands for it, so V would have to be quicker than usual. She walked towards the door and grabbed the handle. She briefly turned around and smiled at Cyn.”Be careful while I’m gone, sweetie.” She said before opening the door and leaving.

A few minutes after she left, Cyn felt more digital tears forming on her screen. She really missed N. She knew N usually slept during the day, but it’s been storming all day and he sometimes naps at night to talk with her during the day, so surely she would see him soon. Cyn just wanted him to read to her or play with her like he did in the cellar or the restricted section of the library.”Sniffle. Sniffle.” She said, wiping the tears away.

“Hey, little buddy. I’m here.” A voice said.

Cyn turned around and realized that the vent near the floor was open. A drone was in the process of crawling out of it. He wore a coat that had faux fur around the collar and a hat, both of which were black, and had five semispheres on his head like a headband. They were glowing the same yellow color as his eyes and the liquid held in the canister attached to his tail, which he used to put the vent cover back. Standing at his full height, he was a bit taller than the average worker drone.

“N! N! Grabby hands!” Cyn said, reaching up for him and doing the grabbing gesture with her hands. Her head tilted to the side and she had to stop to use one of her hands to push her head back. The odd drone obliged to her obvious request and silently walked over to her, avoiding the toys on the floor. Once he was close enough, he picked her up and held her so she could easily wrap her arms around him.“Hug. I missed. You, N.” She said. Her head began to tilt again, but N moved one of his arms so he could catch and hold her.“I missed you too, Cyn.” He said.

After a minute or so of the both of them simply enjoying the hug, Cyn spoke up.“Can. We. Play, N?” She asked. N sat down and put her down in front of him.“Of course.” He replied.

V opened the door to Tessa’s bedroom and nearly dropped the rainbow sippy cup of warm (but not too hot) tea at the sight of a stranger sitting in front of Cyn. He was staring back at V, and it kind of felt as if he was expecting her. Cyn was laying on her belly and fiddling with something. It looked like a yellow ribbon and a canister with a hooked stinger attached to it. The stranger smiled and waved at her.”Hello.” He greeted. Cyn looked up from what she was doing and over to the doorway.

Upon seeing V, Cyn’s smile grew a bit, but she didn’t get up.”V! Come. Meet N. He is. My. Friend.” She said. V shook her head to get rid of the surprised feeling and entered the room, closing the door behind her. She walked over to Cyn to see what she was doing and sat down next to her on the opposite side of her.

The canister on the floor wasn’t just attached to a stinger, but also a long, thin string or wire, and Cyn was tying a yellow bow right at the base where the string attached to the canister. Following the string with her gaze, V realized pretty quickly that it was actually N’s tail when she saw it trail behind him. Speaking of N, he held out a hand for her to shake.”You probably already know, but I’m N! You’re V, right?” He asked.

“Yep, that’s me.” V replied. She accepted the hand shake and smiled. Before either of them could say much else, Cyn pushed herself up into a sitting position and poked N’s shoulder to get his attention.“It’s. Done.” She said, pointing at her finished work. N slowly lifted his tail and looked at the bow, which was tied in the same way as the black one in her own hair. His expression softened seeing the accessory.”It’s very pretty! Thank you, little buddy.” He said.

Cyn opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped before anything left her mouth when she began to topple. Whenever Cyn regressed, her balance skill was basically that of a human toddler learning to walk. N immediately reached his arms out to catch her incase she fell forward onto her face, but she just fell backwards on her behind and against V’s arm. She didn’t seem to care about it and smiled.”Smile. Giggle. Giggle.” She said. N calmed down from his brief panic knowing that she was alright.

V felt a small smile on her face. She may not know this drone having just met him, but it was nice that he cared about Cyn.”Oh! I almost forgot.” V piped up. She showed her little friend the rainbow sippy cup.“Here, it’s your favorite blend.” She said. Cyn used both hands to take it and hold it carefully, still smiling like she’s been the whole time.”Thank. You, V.” She said. She brought it up to her mouth.”Light sip.” She said before taking, as she said, a light sip.

After she had her sip, N spoke up.“Well, now that one of your other friends are here, should I leave?” He asked as he stood up. Cyn’s eyes widened hearing that suggestion and she put the sippy cup down.“Wait. No. Please stay. I. Want. You. To. Meet Tessa. And. J.” Cyn said. She glanced up at him with one of the most heartbreaking looks V has ever seen. Just looking at her, V wanted to hug and protect her from anything and everything.“Don’t give me that look.” N said, sounding like he’s also been defeated by her pleading expression already.

“Please?” Cyn asked. N looked like he was about to try to argue, but he didn’t. Instead, he sighed and sat back down.”Oh, alright. I’ll meet your other friends.” He caved in.

“Hooray!” Cyn cheered. V couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the silly little interaction that just played out. She didn’t notice, but N’s expression changed to a pretty surprised one and his tail wagged ever so slightly until she stopped.“What should we play now?” V asked.

When Tessa and J came back, N became on edge for a while, but that quickly went away after introductions. He didn’t want Tessa touching him, though. Other than that, he was pretty friendly. He continued reading the children’s book for Cyn, who was laying on her belly and had both hands on his leg to push herself up and look at the pictures. V was also listening, and pretty soon, J and Tessa were also sitting by them to listen.

After he was done, he stood up to get another book.“Yawn.” Cyn said, opening her mouth wide and stretching her arms and legs. N put the book back on the nightstand he found it on and looked back at his little friend. Tessa said what they all thought it that moment.“I think it’s nap time.” She said. She stood up and scooped her arms beneath Cyn to pick her up.“No. I. Am. Not tired.” Cyn argued. Tessa brought her to a big bean bag chair sitting in the corner of her room and smiled.

“Will you sleep if I play the music box?” N asked. Cyn blinked and thought about it for an only a second before nodding while everyone else in the room glanced at each other confused.“Sheepish. Nod.” She replied. N walked over to Cyn as she was set down on the bean bag chair and opened his mouth wide, revealing the sharp fangs he apparently had. Oddly enough, all that came out of his mouth was the sound of a music box beginning to play. His screen changed and said “RISES THE MOON — MUSIC BOX VERS,” which was a pretty good title for a lullaby.

J brought over a pillow and blanket for her little friend. She carefully lifted her head and placed the pillow underneath, then set her head back down. N moved a bit so J could lay the blanket over Cyn and even pulled the corner a bit so it would cover her arms, just incase they got cold. Cyn nuzzled the snake plushie on the bean bag chair and mumbled the word “nuzzle” before closing her eyes and listening to the music N was somehow playing. J, V, and Tessa quickly decided to also listen to the gentle tune.

The little drone fell asleep halfway through the song, but N finished it nonetheless. His screen went back to normal and smiled at Cyn.”Sweet dreams, little buddy.” He whispered. He glanced over at the others and walked past them towards the vent, surprisingly not making a sound.“It was nice meeting you, but I should probably leave.” He whispered.

N walked over to the vent near the floor and crouched down to take it off, but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He hadn’t expected it, so he flinched away and turned around to see V looking a bit apologetic.”Oh, sorry! Are you sure you don’t want to stay a bit longer? We’d like to get to know you.” She asked quietly. N thought about it for a minute before nodding.”Sure. I don’t see the harm in it.” He whispered back.

V smiled and Tessa made tiny, quiet claps of excitement that sounded like barely audible taps. J only smiled a little bit. She didn’t exactly trust this stranger a lot, but after spending some time looking for him to cheer Cyn up and watching him help them take care of her, she was sure that he’s certainly worth giving a chance.

[babybulbasaur920]

Twst Boys playing Pocket Love

this might be shitty, its late and i did this in one sitting, but combined my two favorite phone game apps. Ill probably redo this when im not about to hit the floor, enjoy what you will of it

TWST boys playing Pocket Love (and my favorite ships) part one

trigger warning for internalized homophobia in Ace´s part

Heartslabyul (Cater made them all get it)

Riddle: has a nice organized house. Spends very little time playing it because he doesn't collect all the clothes and furniture. Sad that Jess only gives you a cat or dog, my boy wants a hedgehog 🙁. His house is, as you can imagine, very red, and fancy. He will take the free gifts and refuses to spend real life money. He only has 2 floors cuz he thinks it's ridiculous to go any bigger. He has the typical stuff downstairs and the second floor is all outdoors stuff. One room is just a fancy table surrounded by roses and other flowers. Only interacts with his character's partner (Floyd) when it's required for a mission or date because the dialogue is so sweet, and the teapot tyrant refuses to be a blushing mess, even alone. Also has a library, with couches and the wallpaper from the international women's day pocket surprise, he got lucky enough to get it as a free-bie. Cleans the trash in the neighborhood religiously, spans the whole around his house. Wishes there was some way to penalize whoever is tossing that trash to begin with, Trey tells him the coins he gets for each piece of trash, was fined from the litterers and that seems to pacify him 

Ace: Chaotic as hell, are we surprised? In the beginning he picked out a gray cat and named it Grim to annoy real Grim. Has Deuce as his character's partner but refuses to admit to any feelings beyond friendly ones. It's nearly sad how much he fights against the idea of him and Deuce (repressed gay, we have a repressed gay here), and claims it's just because Deuce is the best friend he's got, who else could live in his super awesome house? (note, it's not awesome, it's a mess). He can barely keep a room in order, cuz he has so much random stuff. Has a penchant for getting the same date items every single time so he has multiples of shit that he just puts up. Like the dragon dumpling date- he refuses to call them dates, they are hangouts dammit!-, he gets the same dragon head so now he has 7. He has them all hung up in a row in Deuce's room, cuz of course they separate rooms, so they stare at him when he sleeps. 

Deuce: It's blue time baby! He enjoys the game as a relaxer and decorates it pretty simple, or tries to but he gets so many things it gets a bit cluttered, no matter how many times he uses the moving truck. Once again, is in it with Ace, and gives Ace a separate room, because he thinks having his sprite and the Ace sprite sleep together would be disrespectful when Ace is so blatant about it. Loves outdoorsy space like Riddle and has at least one room as a park, complete with a duck pond. Another one who has a cat named Grim purely to be a dick. Has a room devoted to vehicles, and even has a road patterned floor, is bi and proud so he doesn't mind that the road and the cars are all rainbow-y since they come from the pride parade date. 

Trey: You know the two most done up rooms in his house are the kitchen and the bathroom. Sad he can't actually bake but the pancake minigame satisfies that urge for him. Collects the clothes he likes but lets Cater do the dressing up stuff for him. Tries to keep it simple and fun. For the bit he googles ¨ normal things to have in a house¨, cuz he's normal. Totally normal, run of the mill, average. Totally. Has some rooms that are ¨weird¨, like what appears to be the waiting room for a dentist office, and one that seems to be a cellar, with the wine glass chair and buckets of berries. Actually, the 2nd one isnt that weird

Cater: Do I have to say it? Aesthetic king! Always dresses him and Trey up so fly,  is sure to change outfits everyday. Spends $20 a month on this thing because he has to have all the fresh new furniture from the pocket surprises. Both loves and hates how affectionate the characters are, he feels that he can't really have that and Trey only sees him as a friend. Someone just love this boy, he needs it. His favorite date is the cat cafe one cuz its cool and trendy but also fairly romantic, and coffee shops carry not-sweet food, like bagels, so he can actually enjoy eating there

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 29/03/2024

Luna, mi Amor

Season 8 No Album Release (Read More) K.K. Moody (Cherry Mix) - Animal Crossing: New Horizons

Ripped by Astor, BrahaMan Visuals by Café con leche, Elsix64

You've probably noticed if you've been reading day-by-day just how comparatively high the frequency of Season 8 rips has been already, at slightly more than one covered per week on average. That's of course because Season 8 has far more catching up to do in terms of coverage here on the blog - perhaps to be expected, given that it has only been running for about a month wheras the blog itself is now pushing past 10 months of activity. But to be clear - I'm not going to have my intentions of covering Season 8 rips at a higher rate cloud my judgement on what rips end up on here. I'll write when there's something to write about, as there was with Satin PantE's, Willievan Afton Polkka, and indeed today's rip - Luna, mi Amor.

Readers who keep up what I do on this blog besides these posts may have already been made aware of this rip's existence by this reblog of its key artwork, with Animal Crossing villager Cherry holding a bouquet of maroon pansies. It's entirely reasonable that the reference is lost on you, as it was for me - yet the presence of such visuals in the rip, paired with the beauty of the rip's audio, invigorated me to dig deeper. What I found was yet one more reminder of one of the things I've hammered home on this blog as one of SiIvaGunner's most defining aspects, not only recently with Poké Village but at pretty regular intervals in posts like As Miku Collides. What I found was one of the most beautiful displays of the SiIvaGunner channel's ability to be a melting pot of all different walks of life, and in this case, even extending to different parts of the world.

Much like the joke of the rip itself, initially the people who created it stood as a big question-mark for me. Its not that any of them are inexperienced rippers and/or artists - far from it - but their activity has largely been on SiIvaGunner fan channels as covered in V​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​a​-​V​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​r. This includes Vvvvvavvvvvvr itself and TimmyTurnersGrandDad, but more notably - channels you may not have heard of, like SiIvaLatin and GiIvaLatinSunner. As you can perhaps tell by their names, these are channels defined not solely by their independent nature, but specifically by the culture and memes prevalent in Latin America. And sure, we've had some funny Brazil-related postings on SiIva, but its predominantly stuff like Os Barões da Pisadinha - a meme that despite its origins has received somewhat mainstream attention outside of the Latin American regions, making rips like Rainbow Baroad understandable and funny even to outsiders like myself. Barões are great, don't get me wrong, but Luna, mi Amor feels like a far more personal, genuine, and heartfelt act of culture exchange. A way to give us SiIvaGunner viewers, who are out of the loop with the beauty of regions like South America, a peek into just what we're missing.

The joke of the rip, and by proxy the reference the artwork is hinting at, is to Mexico/Chilean musician and overall acclaimed artist Mon Laferte, and the single Amor Completo from her 2015 album Mon Laferte, Vol. 1. Luna, mi Amor is a melodyswap to this song - specifically having it be sung with the in-game vocalizations of the character featured in the artwork herself, Cherry - and the rip was so well done, that I felt a need to go listen to the original song. It's enchantingly beautiful and uplifting, yet at once a little bittersweet - the feelings of love, passion and true romance are completely understandable even past the language barrier. In that sense, I suppose Luna, mi Amor takes things yet one step further, beyond even what a rip like Moves Like K.K. did with Animal Crossing music as a source, in replacing those vocals to the explicitly unintelligible vocalizations of the Animal Crossing cast. The emotions in the rip can no longer be conveyed through vocalized words with meaning - no matter where in the world you live, Luna, mi Amor's beauty has to shine through in its music alone.

And, if it wasn't immensely evident by this point, I do believe it succeeds at that effort in spades. The gentle, nostalgic strumming of K.K. Slider's guitar works to excellent effect, but there's something just so endearing about hearing the sounds Animal Crossing vocals - which many of us likely associate with peppier songs like Bubblegum K.K. - attached to a piece with such passionate meaning ascribed to it. It's a fantastic rip on every front, but most importantly, it stands out in such a meaningful way. Amidst all the great stuff we've gotten in Season 8 thus far, be it bangers, reoccurring jokes, fun events or nostalgic reminiscing, I wouldn't necessarily say that Luna, mi Amor is my favorite - but it is perhaps the rip I've spent the longest thinking about, and by proxy the one that'll likely stay with me until the end of the year and beyond. The invitation to listen in to this small little nugget of culture from the other side of the world was one I was not expecting, but one I'm now very grateful to have received.

[teamloyalty]

look how football players who are for some reasons not classified as "GENDER CONFORMED" based on some toxic masculinity standards are being treated...jules koundé dares to wear boots with heels or experiment a bit with his outfits and sense of style in a somewhat more fluid way and the french call him julia. pavard gets outed by a paparazzi who said he's gay (true or not, we don't know) and because he perhaps looks slightly more elegant/soft than average he's made fun of or called the f word. those rumours of mbappe dating a trans woman as an excuse to drag him or call him freak.

if I were a queer footballer I would never ever come out. never ever.

i'm with totally with you, anon. truly i see no reason why a queer footballer should risk any semblance of peace for the rest of their lives to come out lolz it really is that dire. and its all SO wrapped up in sex like

not sure i'm going to say this well but - what makes an athlete a successful representation of the ideal man is his ability to perform hegemonic masculinity in all facets of his life; because these men are high performing athletes (the peak expression of masculinity) they're also expected to perform masculinity at an elite level in all other respects as well. these toxic norms of masculinity emphasize domination, over most other men and over ALL women (and anything perceived as feminine).

and the minute an athlete transgress the boundary into anything NOT distinctly male, they're called gay -- or at the very least treated as though they are gay. queerness indicates an inherent wrongness about the male body, something sinister in the way gay men use their male bodies for acts outside the realm of acceptability for real men.

and this is a problem because by definition elite male athletes model for the rest of society the most successful, most masculine, perfected use of the male body.

look at the way that people responded to just the SUGGESTION that declan rice would love his [white, blonde, VERY beautiful] girlfriend because she's midsized. (they'll call her fat and she's not. she's midsized at most.) she does not conform to the highest possible beauty standards so ppl think that he could do better, find some prettier, skinnier woman to fuck (because that's all he could possibly want in a partner: the hottest woman to fuck, and to demonstrate to the world that he's fucking her). i've seen people wonder if he's not attracted to women at all. why else would a famous young athlete want a fat, ugly girlfriend? (she is neither of these things). he MUST be gay.

THIS IS A STRAIGHT RELATIONSHIP.

idk man its just sooooo darksided. maybe out players wouldn't receive direct in-person harassment from fans at games, but anyone who knows anything about how homophobia actually operates in society at large and isn't a fucking idiot knows that homophobia isn't solely damaging in the form of physical in person violence. football fans online can't even handle someone wearing fucking rainbow shoe laces. FUCKING SHOE LACES.

and that's not to mention the myriad of ways that implicit bias would impact out players, negatively affecting their ability to make connections in the game, acquire brand deals, move to the right clubs, etc etc.

well-meaning people in the football world will say that for forward progress, a few brave footballers just need to come out and normalize queerness in the sport. they're too entrenched in that world to recognize that its very foundations are rooted in homophobia.

[livingfictionsystem]

8/10, no spoilers.

Gillian Flynn is a masterclass in narrative writing. This book stays with you and I really could barely put it down over the... two and a half days I had it? As a description says, a reporter investigates two murders in her small Missouri town shortly after her stay in a psych ward, so it's definitely not going to be sunshine and rainbows. In fact, it's haunting in not only how twisted the main character's childhood and school life was, but also how Believable it is. Particularly the ease in how everyone speaks of the sick rites of passage, how casually it's presented and how it leaves the reader both recoiling and reaching for the next page.

That being said, the reason it's four stars instead of five---the shock of the story did start to veer on irresponsible. You're being taken on a walk into the deepest, jarring parts of the woods and if you think you're going to have anyone to hold your hand for the journey back, you're wholly mistaken. Flynn just leaves you there and says, 'Well, you're alive, aren't you?' The main character was raised in a toxic environment and you don't expect her to be a saint, but particularly towards the end, a lot of the devices used to move the plot along are viscerally uncomfortable, and I mean that both as a compliment and a complaint. It's still in the realm of realistic, but it goes overboard. It's one thing for a POV to describe an over-sexual minor, it's another thing to be locked in the POV of someone who seems jealous of a 13-year old's sex appeal and is describing it Gratuitously. Not one character is particularly likeable; you're essentially in a desert of corruption. Your shreds of reprieve come from fleeting scenes of an ambiguous relationship between Camille and her boss over the phone and while it's appreciated, I wish the friendship had been more fleshed out. If you're looking for a feminist novel about redemption or even some old-fashioned hurt/comfort, look elsewhere.

I do highly recommend reading this book, particularly if true crime is your thing, but please, please, PLEASE make sure you're in a fair headspace before you do. If you're recovering from self-harm, take extra caution. The major triggers are self-harm, CSA, psychological abuse, sui, substance abuse, child abuse, child murder, illness, grief and bullying, but there's even some animal abuse in there. Just go at it like it's going to hit one of your triggers, because it likely will. It was written in the early 2000's---not saying every great work needs a TW list or education to be great, because this didn't, but it is merciless.

And not to spoil anything, but if you're tired of the average crime thriller where it's just a sick man murdering women, this definitely is not where this is going.