#I miss the bubblegum suits

[princelancey]

Happy 2 year anniversary to the best day I've had watching formula 1

[warpolomewdarkmatter]

cumbersome and heavy body

[mrs-weasley-reid]

Bubblegum Bait

Aaron Hotchner x undercoveragent!reader

Summary: Interpol, France HQ, asks the BAU team for assistance to retrieve their missing agent from a sex trafficking case that coincidentally landed on the BAU's radar. Turns out, as Hotch took the initiative to go undercover, you were already planning your escape.

Warning: use of Y/N and L/N (not a lot), curse words, violence, sexual advances and innuendos (and more, tell me if you spot them)

A/N: this is my first Aaron Hotchner post, have mercy lol.

Derek whistled, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Old money, hot daddy."

Emily bursted out laughing, throwing her head back against her seat. David gave his best—he really didn't—to fight the chuckle threatening to rattle out of him, settling for a tight-lipped smirk.

"I was going to say that!" Penelope argued, turning to Hotch with a huge grin on her face. "Them ladies are 'bout to get an extremely Hotch meal."

Aaron depressingly placed a hand over his forehead, weighing all his options, regretting all his decisions. His ears glowed bright pink.

It wasn't like he had never worn a suit before, but this suit wasn't particularly the same as the ones he wore everyday. This one smelled strong and sexual, radiating opulence and grandeur.

His hair was out of control, as if he was a rabid man. The cologne that laced on the sides of his neck were reminiscent of asshole and arrogance. It would've been fine if he was still in college, but he was four decades in his life time for pete's sake.

He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder, turning to find the culprit of his demise. "You don't have to do this, Agent Hotchner." The woman with salt and pepper hair gave him an apologetic look.

"We're still working on identifying the victim. It's like she never lived here." Penelope stated as she pressed a button on the remote control.

"That's because she didn't." They all turned to find a woman in her sixties, accompanied by a lot younger man. She stepped inside the conference room, "Jeanne Renaud, chief of the Lyon Interpol Headquarters."

Aaron stood up, reaching a hand out. "Aaron Hotchner." He gave her a curt nod. "I didn't get any notice about your arrival. We're unfornately about to work on a case."

A tight-lipped smile ran along her lips, motioning for the man behind her. The man began to distribute folders around the table. "The victim is Liliane Zairsev. She's from Paris and a suspected victim of sex trafficking. A month ago, we found out that this organization is moving here in America. One of us was tasked to work undercover. We haven't heard from agent in a week. Three days later, we hear news about dead women who had the same victimology as the ones in the file, Liam handed out." She breathed deeply, crossing her arms close to her chest.

"Thirty-two victims?" David raised an eyebrows. If three was a horrifying sign in their line of job, he couldn't imagine the terror of the number he just mentioned.

"We need our agent back, Agent Hotchner. We need your help." Jeanne pleaded, worry flickering in her eyes.

Aaron's eyebrows softened, "Hotch is fine." He said kindly, despite the sternness of his voice. He cleared his throat, turning to his team. "I go inside, find her, and then get us out when I give the order." He recapped, laying out the plan in brief detail.

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"The night starts with auctions. There are two types of categories, dine in or take out. We're not sure which one she's in. We don't even know if she really is there. No matter what, once you find her, fight for her worth." Liam explained, checking the wires that hung like vines around Aaron's body.

Aaron kept silent, running every possible outcomes in his head. He wasn't knew to auction events, but how would he show eagerness rather than desperation? How was he going to save you without everyone figuring out that he was a federal agent and possibly risk both of your lives?

Liam straightened himself, signaling Aaron that he was done. "Dine in or take out, as long as you choose an exclusive package deal, they will grant you a private room. That's where they would possibly prepare her for—" He paused, clenching his jaw. As your close friend, he wasn't comfortable talking about you in such disrepectful ways. But Liam knew how vital every single information he gave Aaron. "—your pleasure... She will likely be sedated, but she fights like a lion. Just calm her down and get her out of that hell hole."

It didn't take a whole team of profilers to know that Jeanne and Liam didn't merely take this mission as part of their job. It was personal. It was family. You were their family, and they wanted you back.

"I'll get her back." Aaron promised, earning a nod from the younger man. He plugged the earbud that Liam handed him.

Everyone waited for Aaron in front of the building. Some of them, Penelope and Derek, have yet to fade their teasing smiles.

But JJ was the one who had an encouraging smile, "You look good. Take her back home to her family." She fixed his tie, tapping his chest with a load of silent 'good luck.'

David threw a set of keys in his direction, "Don't hurt her. She's the only wife that stayed for more than ten years."

Aaron let out a small chuckle, eyeing a 1984 black Cadillac Eldorado biarritz convertible. "I'll bring her back by midnight." He got on the driver's seat, feeling the texture of the wheel. If only David had the kindness to whip his vintage cars out every case, Aaron would've loosen up the lines on his forehead.

"Always remember, we're inside your head." Emily pointed at her ear, creepily grinning at him

"We'll be following you too, of course. We're going to surround the place, so don't hesitate to call us in." Derek added, chuckling at Emily's words.

Aaron nodded, taking a deep breath. He started the engine and made his way to you.

— ✦ — ✦ ✦ — ✦ ✦ ✦

"Struggling will only make it hurt more." The man with sculpted arms growled, glowering at your smaller body compared to him.

Cuffs bit the skin around your wrists and ankles. Cold hovered all over your exposed skin. With the little amount of coverage on your body, naked was the closest you could describe yourself.

The man held you by the neck, treating you like an animal for exhibition. He was getting off your winces, how a small whimper would shiver out of your lips when he dragged you too fast. He thought he could do them to you because you were sedated.

If he only knew how much you wanted to smash his face on the wall. But you had to keep an act.

Besides that was all he could do. Watch. Because you were for other people to ogle at. For disgusting, coward men who couldn't make their wives cum, much less you even if you tried.

You were a new addition to their attraction. Tonight was your first night. And you planned for it to be the last.

A woman, who was trying her best to avoid eye contact with you, walked the opposite way of where you were headed. She carried a tray, where a small letter knife sat seductively.

Half of her face was lined by a scar, dragging diagonally across her left temple down to her right cheek. Although the scar was visible, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes were. They were of bright grey-blue.

Without missing your chance, you purposely bumped on her, falling on your feet. "Sorry," You weakly smirked, swiping the knife in a blink of an eye.

"You fucking bitch! Look where you're going, you ugly shit!" The man shouted at the woman, kicking the tray in the middle of her picking it up.

You drilled in your head how many times you would apologize to her when you managed to escape the place and watch it crumble down during your arrest.

"It was my fault," You defended timidly. Despite the mental promise and keeping an act of being sedated, you couldn't just stand there and let her take all the blame.

The man glared at you and swung his arm. You prepared for the harsh impact, but another guy called out his name.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Are you fucking stupid?!" The other man yelled, he had blonde hair and awful beard.

You took that chance to slip the knife on your back, strapped under your bra's band, hiding it beneath the cascade of your hair. You bit your bottom lip, your movement causing a slight sting to shoot down your spine. At least you were certain that the knife was sharp.

The blonde man yanked you to his side protectively, as if what he was about to do was going to be a god-like behavior. "She's a new attraction. No one would pay if she's damaged. A bruise would lose us thousands of dollars, you stupid fuck." He lectured the other, nudging you to move.

— ✦ — ✦ ✦ — ✦ ✦ ✦

Aaron immediately felt dirty just by standing amongst the men that impatiently waited for some tits to jiggle or ass to bounce across the one-way mirror.

Each of them either holding wads of cash or a glass of their chosen drinks. Most of them were wealthy nobodies, but Aaron recognized a few politicians from distant cities.

He lifted the glass of old-fashioned close to his lips. Aaron has been catering the drink for a good two hours now, sipping little drops to keep himself sober and alert.

So far he hasn't seen you. There just might be hope that you were simply in hiding, but safe regardless. He has seen fifteen women being shown off like antiques, the men screaming for their high prices. If he could only buy all of them to safety, he would. But Aaron was there for you and you only.

"Gentlemen! Here's our special and last beauty of the night! She's new! Fresh! And untouched! She is available for dine in to the highest bidder!"

Aaron's grip on his glass tightened.

Jeanne slid a picture of you towards Aaron. "Her name's Y/N L/N. She's a brave one." Her breath hitched, fighting the urge to cry in front of profilers.

Your hair was tied up away from your face, revealing all your beautiful facial features. You were no doubt a gorgeous woman.

But besides your attractive face, Aaron's eyes were drawn to the gold necklace that sat on your chest. It was a gladiolus flower. A hidden smile spread over his lips.

It symbolizes strength and power. He immediately knew you were someone who always put up a fight.

Your hair almost hid the beauty of your face, but Aaron recognized the necklace around your neck even from afar. It was you.

"$20,000!"

"$50,000!"

"50! Anyone want to top that? What? I heard $80,000!"

"100,000 dollars!"

Aaron stared at your dagger glaring eyes. He let a smirk twitched his lips.

You knew.

You knew where you were. You knew men were fighting for you. You knew. Which meant, you weren't sedated at all.

"Smart girl," He mumbled to himself before announcing, "Five billion."

The crowd went quiet. And if Aaron was being honest, he would've paid more, because you were worth more.

Sadly, the bureau had a budget. He had to limit himself at 500 thousand and could move to 1 million if needed, but he'd explain his actions in the privacy of his office later on.

In that moment, he only needed to rescue you.

The announcer grinned maniacally, hitting the gavel against the sounding block. "One night dine in with this beauty, sold!"

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You weren't sure what type of man was unlucky enough to buy your time tonight. You bet he wouldn't expect a violent woman like you.

Contrary to your display earlier, you were now clothed with more fabric. Satin to be specific.

They made you change onto a black lace set. The bra pushed up every tits you could offer. A cheeky underwear that made your ass rounder. A garter around your waist that hooked on your black stockings that hugged your thighs deliciously.

You moved the letter knife on your right thigh. An easy access under the short black satin nightgown. You were prepared for battle.

The door swung open, came in the blonde man that seemed to keep his eyes on you. "Sit on the chair." He demanded.

You internally protested, but obliged. He placed back your handcuffs, but kept your ankles free. In his mind, there was no other way for you to escape but the door.

"This guy paid a lot for your time. Don't mess up. Or I'm going to make you regret it." He threatened before leaving the room.

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The payment process was crucial. Money was an immediate factor, Aaron mentally apologized to David for using his card, and for memorizing his bank account's information.

They led him down a hall filled with private rooms. Pornographic noise's echoed as they passed each door. Most from men. And if a voice of a woman managed to vibrate across the walls, they were of plea to be let go.

Aaron swore his ears were bleeding with disgust.

"This will be your room, Sir. Enjoy." The man excitedly said. He leaned a little, placing a hand on the side of his mouth to hide the words he was about to say, "I say you get the best out of this one. Everyone's dying to get a taste."

He managed to hold his fists back, urging a smug smirk to roll over his lips. "Then, I suggest you don't disturb us." Aaron stated before watching the man nod and walk away.

Aaron held the knob with hesitation. He wasn't sure of what he was going to be met with. He took a deep breath and twisted the knob, pushing the door open.

There you were, sat on a chair, patiently waiting for him.

The image was to be treasured, but Aaron had to remind himself that he wasn't the men that frequented that place.

A spark flickered in your eyes. Your lips slowly curved onto a smirk. "Hey, old man." You started in a teasing tone. "You can't just stand there and keep the door open."

Aaron's eyebrows knitted, but closed the door nonetheless after checking that the coast was clear from listening ears. "I'm Aaron Hotchner—" You cut him off.

"Strip." You casually ordered, taking him by surprise. "What are you? A cop? Fed? It's fine. It doesn't matter. Now, Aaron, strip. They're watching." Your head motioned towards the direction of the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

He took off his jacket, then began to undo his tie. "Fed. How did you know? We were thorough on my disguise." Aaron couldn't believe how amused he was. Thank god his microphone was off after Penelope begged him to turn it off due to the moans and asked to turn it back on when he found you.

You rolled your eyes, "A fine looking man like you doesn't look the type to wear a wrinkly shirt. You're obviously wired." Your voice echoed a matter-of-fact tone. "You took your first step with your left foot when you got inside the room, but it's clear to me that your dominant is your right. You have a gun on your foot. Which I think is pretty impractical. Come closer, you're here to fuck me, remember?" Your brows were raised, impatient for him to move.

Aaron would be lying if he said you words weren't affecting him. "You have a good eye." He stood before you, glowering down your face.

"Or you're just a bad undercover." You smirked, "What are you waiting for? Kiss me."

A silent huff escaped your lips when he froze. You stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. "You're very quick to have cold feet, Agent Hotchner." The way his name rolled off your tongue was distracting.

"Hold my waist—" You swiftly grabbed his hands and placed them on your sides. "—once you have a character to play, you embody it. Because it'll get us both killed if you don't." You kissed little of his exposed chest and looked up at him with a hairpin stuck between your lips. "Now, kiss me." You repeated in a muffled sound.

Aaron finally caught up with your plans. He leaned down and owned your lips, kissing the pin from you. With one hand, he took the pin and reattached your lips together as he began to unlock your cuffs.

You pulled him closer, tugging his belt loops. You led the two of you on the corner of the room, under the vision of the camera. And just as your back made contact with the wall, you felt your hands free.

You pulled away with a gasp of relief, "Thank god, I thought I had to fuck your brains out before you could even understand." You heaved, rotating your wrist to let the blood circulate once again.

Aaron looked away, "Sorry. I was a bit taken aback." He couldn't help but notice your closeness.

"Mhm, must be that old-fashioned you've been sipping like coffee."

His gaze shifted back to you. The taste might've been lingering on his lips, but the action he took? How did you know he was taking his time with his drink? Aaron would think that you're a profiler if he didn't know any better.

"You owe me a bubblegum," You exclaimed, pulling him back from his trance. "I prefer a proper old fashioned. Whoever made your drink was pitiful."

Aaron raised a brow, "I'll pay you a box of bubblegum just for that statement." His eyes were drawn to your purple wrists. "Did they hurt you?" He asked, fanning his breath on your skin.

"They wouldn't even if they wanted to. My beauty has never failed to save my ass." You chuckled, getting a whiff of his scent. Your nose crinkled, "Who made you wear that nasty cologne?"

He chuckled at your expression, "Jeanne."

Your face softened, nodding. "Makes sense. She has bad taste in men."

Aaron was having too much fun, when a voice echoed in his head.

"Hotch, are you there? If you don't answer, we're going to barge in."

He pressed the microphone, "We're fine."

"We?" Derek questioned from the other line.

"I'm with Y/N. We're about to make our way out." Aaron conversed, still flushed against you, caging you in his build.

"Y/N? Earlier she was just a her and now you're on first name basis?" Emily teased, which Aaron rolled his eyes on.

Your brows knitted, confused by his expressions. While he busied himself chatting with whoever was speaking in his ear, you began climbing on him like he was a ladder.

You fished your knife and cut the wire of the camera. Aaron's height was a huge help for you to reach such a high place.

He helped you get down, gently holding your waist to guide you. "Don't tell me you were already planning to escape?" Aaron was filled with amusement.

"I was going to kill you if you weren't a fed." You shrugged, walking out of his body cage. You picked up his jacket, "Mind if I borrow this?"

"It doesn't suit me anyways," Aaron kidded, earning a soft smile from your still plumped lips.

"Oh, really?" Derek taunted in his ear.

You glanced back at Aaron, "Tell your friends we're on our way out. They should meet us halfway. The guys outside are not skilled in combat, but they have guns. We'd be dead before they can even shout 'hallelujah' if they don't move now." You slipped your arms inside the sleeves of the jacket.

The jacket could almost swallow your whole body. You rolled the sleeves up a little. Aaron couldn't take his eyes off you. He loved the way his clothes looked way better on you.

"Did you get that?" Aaron spoke to his ear, nodding when he got a confirmation. He glanced at you with a stern look, and you two would never admit the small tug on his lips. "Let's get you out of here."

You scoffed, "Your help is just a bonus. I'm saving myself out of this hell hole."

With silent agreement, you opened the door, immediately greeted by two men who were about to check on your state.

"Hey—" You didn't give one of them the chance to finish shouting when you kicked his adam's apple straight into the center of his throat.

Aaron's eyes widened. Did the France Interpol really need the BAU's help? You definitely didn't look like you did.

You took the two men all by yourself, stepping on someone's back as you placed a hand on your hip. You stared at Aaron with disbelief. "You just gonna stand there?"

Before he could even respond, Aaron saw a man about to attack you from behind. He pulled you by the waist with one hand and punched the man with the other.

"You okay?" Aaron twisted his neck to your direction, hand still on your waist.

A wide grin swiped over your lips, adrenaline pumping through your veins. And your body moved like it was dancing on an upbeat music.

The two of you fought your way out of that hallway alone. It made every second of waiting to escape worth it.

By the time the team met you, you and Aaron have beaten up about half of the men in the place, minus those who were merely guests.

— ✦ — ✦ ✦ — ✦ ✦ ✦

Jeanne attacked you with a tight embrace, cutting your air supply. "I'm so glad you're safe! Oh, mon dieu!"

Next came Liam, punching your arm. He offered a welcoming smile. "I told you to always keep your tracker with you." He scolded lightly.

"I did!" You reasoned, a playful smile over your face. "I swallowed it, but I didn't expect to shit it out and flush it down the toilet." If you were lying it would've been way easier, but you weren't.

The BAU team introduced themselves one by one. You flashed them the same sweet smile you had on your picture.

"Behavioral analysis unit..." You nodded in thought. "Sounds legit." You added with a smile.

Their eyes couldn't help but notice how Aaron's jacket still sat around your shoulders. They weren't so slick as they thought, "It's collateral." You lifted your shoulders.

They looked at you with narrowed eyes. A chuckle coming out of your lips, you motioned your head in Aaron's direction where he was talking to Jeanne and a short-haired, dirty blonde woman.

"He owes me," You announced playfully.

Spencer was the first to furrow his brows closer than it already was. Why would their boss owe you? Aaron literally saved your ass.

"I can hear you judging me, Dr. Reid." You said without moving your gaze onto his. "Is that a side effect for being a genius?"

Emily's mouth flung open, "How'd you know he's a genius? He looks like one, right? Right?" She was friendlier than you had concluded.

You smiled, glancing at Spencer. "I've been an undercover for sixteen years. Reading someone became my second nature. I suspect it's the same for all of you, since you can't stop knitting your brows as if you're reading a difficult textbook."

"Sixteen? How old are you?" Derek had a great estimation of your age, everyone did.

"She's thirty-three. So old right?" Liam wrapped an arm around you, grinning.

"You started when you were seventeen?" Spencer curiously asked. An underlying question in his mind. How?

You pursed your lips, a small pop echoing between all of you. "You know those movies where the main character was raised to be an assassin?" They nodded simultaneously, like children eager for their mother's story. "My life was kind of like that. And when I was rescued, I didn't know how to do anything else." You explained carefully.

The others joined you, making short eye contact with Aaron. Jeanne stood next to you. "And we're sad that she's retiring." She announced lightly.

JJ looked at you in awe, you were only a few years older than her. It was inspiring to hear your story. "What are you gonna do after you retire?"

"Find a job that's less undercover work, but still occupies most of my days. Old habits die hard." In short, you didn't have a plan. All you knew was that after the case, you didn't want to work as undercover anymore.

"Come work with us!" Penelope blurted, earning everyone's attention. She glanced at Aaron, "We have an opening. Right, Hotch?" A sly smile decorated her cheery face.

Aaron raised his eyebrows, then met your gaze. He does still owe you a box of bubblegum, if he remembers clearly. And seeing your gorgeous face and watching you take down unsub more often didn't sound like such a horrible idea.

He bit the threatening smirk on his lips. "Yeah, I think we do."

[bloodsbane]

Adventure Time Watch List

With Fionna and Cake currently airing, a lot of people have gotten interested in possibly watching Adventure Time lately - either for the very first time or returning to the show after having dropped it at some point. I've already started helping a friend watch through the show with me and have talked to other friends who expressed interest in doing the same.

For the above reasons I thought it would be fun and helpful to create a watch list, and then I thought it might be of use to others! It's a list I'd describe as lightly curated, but keeping things extremely easy for anyone to choose how they, personally, would prefer watching the show by leaving all info/options available.

Personally, I think Adventure Time is a show worth watching in its totality! At least once, anyway. But I acknowledge it's intimidating to get into a show with 10 seasons and over 200 episodes, plus some people are mostly interested in specific characters or plots, or have watched through most of the show before and want a faster way to catch up on 'key info' without running through the first five seasons with a fine-tooth comb.

So, the document! It includes:

A key for how I marked every single episode (based on their necessity for understanding the overall plot, which eps introduce and expand on recurring concepts/characters, which are arguably "totally skippable", etc.)

Highlights marking all F&C episodes and each of the mini-series arcs.

Colored hearts which mark major character appearances (Ice King, Princess Bubblegum, Marceline) and significant episodes that center on/continue the arcs of Finn and Jake respectively.

>>> You can view it here! <<<

(if any of my choices on this doc are ones you disagree with, that's fine! but please don't try to argue with me or complain to me about anything if you think something is marked wrong or missing. this was mainly done for personal/friends use. feel free to take this list and use it as a base to make one of your own!)

The idea is that you can use the list to curate your own experience in watching through the show. If you want to watch everything, you can! But maybe you only want to refresh yourself on the main plot, or maybe you only want to watch all of Marceline's episodes, etc etc.

I would like to emphasize one more time this was very casually made. Hopefully, if nothing else, it works for anyone who's interested in AT but doesn't know where to start beyond just watching the show from the beginning.

I also wanted to put out a list like this because I've heard of the existence of watch lists that will recommend skipping a majority of episodes outright, including entire seasons, which ??? sounds absolutely insane to me! Even the earliest seasons of AT contain episodes absolutely crucial to the overall plot!!

(This probably comes from the idea that the earliest seasons of AT are "worth skipping" because they're "not as good" as later seasons, or that early AT is only okay but "gets better" around the middle. I heartily disagree with this; some of my favorite episodes are within the first three seasons. I will of course acknowledge that some of the earliest episodes probably won't suit some folks' tastes even if what comes a little later on definitely will; hence, this list.)

Anyway, I hope this helps anyone interested in watching! If you do give Adventure Time a try, I hope you have a great time with it! It's a fun show and I think watching the whole thing is definitely worth it~

[redrobin-detective]

the things we lost to the ice

It didn't quite sink in until Gunter put on the crown and became an Ice... something that it was all over. He was back as himself, with his body and brain and awkward personality, permanently. It didn't feel like last time, like each breath was bringing him closer to his last. Simon was also somehow back in his old favorite suit, with its worn elbows and his glasses clean and unbroken. He even couldn't feel the crown whispering in the back of his mind anymore. It was as GOLB had taken him back to just moments before he'd worn the crown for the first time, intending to tease Betty.

Oh Betty.

"Hey so uh, who are you?" Simon looked up from the rock Marcy had set him on to see Flame Princess staring at him curiously. Right she was... literally made of fire. He knew that, Simon blinked. Wait he did actually, his brain retained lots of facts about Ooo and it's people. It was his or, well, Ice King's personal experiences that felt fuzzy. "Because you came out of the GOLB thing together with Finn but I've never seen you before. Marceline seemed to know you though." She tilted her head and frowned, "Finn told me he was the last human, was that another lie?"

"Get away from him!" He heard Marcy screech as she rocketed over from where she'd been talking to Bubblegum and some other candy people. Her arm wrapped protectively around him, her sharp nails digging into his clothes and her batlike face pressed against his own. Her skin was cold like death. He hated how he tensed with instinctual fear at having a predator so close. This was his Marcy, his precious little girl. She was different than he remembered but she loved him, she wouldn't hurt him. He clenched his fists so they didn't shake.

"Hey Marcy! Don't worry, F.P. is cool!" Finn shouted, galloping over with a big grin on his face. "Oh man, so much just happened but Simon are you back-back, like for realsies? That is so math!" Finn hug tackled him and Marcy.

"Still waiting on an explanation," Flame Princess grumbled.

"So she actually got you free, how joyous," Magic Man -no, Normal Man- said with a small smile but his eyes were sharp. "I suppose the power of GOLB is the only thing strong enough to undo elemental wish magic. Congratulations, Ice King, welcome back to reality."

"Wait Ice King?" Flame Princess gaped and Simon realized that -with the major world ending threat neutralized - they were now the center of attention. It's only just occurring to him that his window to divorce himself completely from Ice King and pretend he was someone else was about to close forever. Just like the chance to hold Betty in his arms again.

"Yea!" Finn explained, wrenching around to address Flame Princess and gagging Simon by putting him in a headlock. "It's a long story -seriously long, he's like over a thousand years old or something- but Simon put on the crown only he didn't know it was hecka cursed. It possessed him and piloted his body like a meat puppet, turning him into Ice King and made him act all Banaynay."

"It took him a while for him to become Ice King though," Marcy said, shifting Simon slightly out of Finn's grip so she was hugging him from behind with her chin propped on his head. "He rescued me when I little before I was bit by the Vampire King. Simon took care of me after the world ended, he even showed me the basics of playing guitar." She nuzzled him and gave him a gentle squeeze, "I missed you so much, you have no idea."

"I missed you too, Sweet Girl," he murmured back. He'd been here the whole time but at the same time, been very far away. There's hazy memories of this older Marceline, her songs echoing somewhere in his head. Mostly he remembers her frowning over whatever crazy thing Ice King had been doing at the time.

"Whoa, you taught Marcy! I had no idea you were so musical," Finn shouted before looking thoughtful. "Well I guess IK used to play on his drums or his keyboard a lot now that I think about it." He smiled, a goofy teenage smile despite the missing teeth and scars from numerous adventures. "I guess you weren't totally gone."

"It doesn't justify the constant harassment and kidnapping of innocent Princesses," Bubblegum said primly.

"Bonnibel," Marcy growled.

"But I'm willing to forgive past grievances so long as it doesn't happen again. You are, after all, practically a new man." Bubblegum noted. "I presume it was born out of subconscious desire to find Betty again, the crown fixating on that desperation for love. Of course, Betty is gone now so it's all rather a moot point, isn't it?"

"Bonnie, seriously, now is not the time," Marcy warned. The fresh reminder of Betty's sacrifice, the permanence of it hit him again. Insanity had overwhelmed his depression and loneliness and loss of identity, redirected it. Now nothing could distract him from that sucking chest wound of loss threatening to consume him.

"Uhhh hey Simon!" Finn interrupted with a manic smile. "Can't wait to learn all about human stuff from you! I bet you can even teach the Islanders a thing or two, pretty sure they've forgotten what it's like to be human. But you know all sorts of humany stuff I bet. It's gonna be awesome learning where I come from." Good lord, was someone going to love and support this beautiful child or was it up to him again?

Finn reached out with his remaining hand and grabbed one of Simon's own, lacing them together. Simon jolted and looked at their conjoined hands before spreading their palms and fingers together. His pinky finger only met empty air.

"Oh my god Finn, have you only ever had four fingers?" He balked. Ice King's memories weren't that reliable, he couldn't actually recall.

"Don't you mean glob and uh yeah, that's the normal amount I think," Finn shrugged, squinting at Simon's pinky. "What do you need that extra one for anyhow? Does it have special powers or something?"

"Yeah, I always thought that was weird," Jake said from somewhere behind Finn. "Marcy has an extra one too, figured it was just how things were before the Mushroom War."

"It was actually a nuclear holocaust that wiped out pretty much all life on earth and mutated the rest beyond recognition but sure," Simon said with a hysterical edge in his voice as the weight of his situation pressed down on him.

He was a thousand years removed from the world he knew, a world that now only existed as ruins or twisted, funhouse mirror replicas. Simon was totally alone, the only person who remembered the way things were before. Marcy was here but she'd made the journey through time naturally, she'd adapted and likely forgotten. He no longer had magic and, without it, he wouldn't be allowed into Wizard City. The Ice Kingdom was now Gunter's and the humans of the future have changed in ways he could hardly recognize.

Sometimes the past is a different country, sometimes it's a black hole taking everything down with it.

"Hey dude, you've probably gotta use the bathroom like super bad," Jake said as he broke through the crowd. He gently manhandled Simon away from the well meaning arms of people who were both dear loved ones and strangers all at once. "You haven't whizzed as yourself in like a million years, we better find a place to get your man biz done."

"Wait but-" Marcy said reaching out but Bubblegum grabbed her hand and pulled her away. The rest of the onlookers slowly backed off, going back to the post fight cleanup. As Jake led him away, he made brief eye contact with Normal Man who'd once been a magical god and was now just a man. Simon would probably have out and out collapsed if Jake wasn't steadying him.

"Look, we're just gonna walk away and when we round this corner where no one can see, I'll leave you alone to do whatever you need to do." Jake soothed. "I can hold off Marcy and Finn for maybe 10 minutes, 12 tops. You focus on your breathing and if you gotta hurl, just do it, holding it in jacks you all up." He lowered Simon to the ground once they were out of sight. Simon immediately went into the fetal position.

"You're good at this," Simon noted even as the stress and panic and misery washed over him. He pushed his glasses up into his hair and buried his face in his knees. Jake rubbed his shoulders, it felt good, grounding.

"I've talked Finn through a lot of these episodes before, the kid's been through a lot. You have that in common. You and Finn might have some different physical traits but you're both human. You just had a lot of junk thrown at you so you don't need to figure it all out now. That's what the rest of your life is for. I'll keep the worry squad off your back as long as I can. Take it easy, Simon but, either way, you gotta take it."

Jake went back to the crowd leaving only his wisdom. He was right, no matter how miserable or overjoyed he was over the circumstances, this is the way the dice fell. He had no choice but to take it, to use Betty's sacrifice on his behalf to do whatever he wanted with his remaining time. And he was mortal now, time affected him once more so he had to learn quick.

He had no idea what he would do or even who this new Simon Petrikov, PhD student and aspiring antiquarian was. Just being able to think coherently and regulate his words and actions was a strange miracle he hadn't fully digested yet. Things would be okay, he would be happy once more but, for now, he thought it was okay to sit here in the dirt and cry for everything he'd lost to the ice.

[rubydubydoo122]

Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.

Jason was surrounded by green. Green that felt thick like jello, yet lucid like air. Green that bit at his skin like frostbite, yet burned like explosions on his back. 

Explosions. Bomb. Joker. Mom. Dad. 

Jason bolted up, gasping for air. That was the Lazarus Pit, wasn’t it? But what about the explosions? Why the Joker?

As if thinking the name summoned the demon, Jason could hear the laughs echo around the room. He threw the blankets off and checked the time. 

6:13 am. 

Weird time for a house filled with vigilantes. Even if he went to the library to get a book, Bruce would probably be asleep. Or by the time he woke up, he would have to get ready for work. 

“If you need me for anything, it doesn't matter if I’m busy, come get me. I want to help you. You don’t need to figure things out on your own anymore.”

But his Bruce said that. Not this raisined version of him. Not that he was thinking of asking this fake version of Bruce for help. He was a big boob. 

Though, if he got ready on the slower side, he could probably find Alfred. 

Jason soon realized that he probably hasn’t been in this room in a long time, because all of the clothes in his closet were the same. 

Wait. Something was missing though. 

His runaway bag was gone. Why did he run away? The journal said coming about going to Ethiopia to find Sheila Haywood, but Jason would’ve assumed he’d go with Bruce. Not on his own. 

Jason will figure it out once he sees the case report. There’s no need to draw conclusions when the facts are within reach. 

He decided against changing just yet, because his clothes were really dusty, and he’d rather not be sneezing all day. 

So he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Jason and Dick shared a bathroom. It’s like, one of those bathrooms that connect to two different rooms. And if Jason remembers correctly, Damian probably shares the bathroom with them too. There were two toothbrushes in the cup in the center of the vanity, but considering that Jason probably hasn’t used his room in years, he took a new toothbrush from the cabinet under the sink. 

Hey! Dick no longer uses bubblegum toothpaste. Is it possible to be proud of someone for that?

“I got eight hours of sleep, why am I hallucinating Jason?”

And Jason did what any reasonable human would do, and punched the person, because he did not sound like Dick, or Bruce, or Alfred, or any of the people he met last night. 

“Ow! Ok! Fine! Not a hallucination.” the dude who looked to have permanent eyebags like a racoon rubbed his arm.

Jason suddenly realized he had a fifth sibling he hadn’t met yet, and punching them was probably the worst first impression “I’m sorry! Sorry. I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t thinking-“ 

And Jason and him just stood in the bathroom staring at each other. This racoon dude also looked really familiar. 

“Who revoked puberty from you?”

“A lady with a magic stick.” 

The dude just nodded. And then a smirk formed on his face, “How spooked is everyone?”

“Bruce won’t even look at me.” 

Maybe Jason should get the dude's name, but also, if this dude thinks that Jason already knows everything, then maybe he can get some information. 

“You’re gonna use this to guilt trip him, aren’t you?”

Jason thought about it, he didn’t really want to guilt trip Bruce, but, information . “Obviously. I’m just trying to figure out the best way to go about it. Have any suggestions?”

The dude grabbed his toothbrush from the cup, “You could get your Robin suit out of the mem-“

The door opened behind Jason, “It is too early to be listening to your irritating voice. I thought you would be at your apartment.”

Nonono, Damian would maybe ruin Jason’s plan to gather information, “Hush, child, the adults are speaking.” Jason turned back to the mystery sibling, “you were saying.”

“Don’t tell him anything about the past five years. Todd does not remember. He Probably doesn’t even remember your name.”

“Damian’s lying. Of course I remember.”

Damian crossed his arms“Then what’s his name?” 

Jason squinted at the man hoping the faint trickle of familiarity would turn into recognition. And then it hit him like a car iron. “Tim Drake. Camera kid.”

Tim stopped brushing his teeth for a moment and tilted his head to the side, “I never told you about that.” Tim spat into the sink, “if you had to go out on patrol with the rest of us, would you be Robin again?”

“Drake what—“

“The adults are speaking.”

Jason spit into the sink, “I wouldn’t wear the emo Robin getup Damian has going on right now, but if my old uniform is somewhere in storage, I’d put it back on.”

Tim seemed to smirk at the Emo Robin comment, though he flicked Jason’s forehead,  “If you had your adult brain in there, that would not have been your answer.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be Robin anymore? Robin is magic.” 

A look of pity crossed Tim’s face, though it didn’t feel patronizing. It honestly felt like it was masking another emotion from showing on his face. “You just, kinda out grew Robin.” Then he winced, “Trust me, a ripped 6 foot tall Robin is not a pretty sight.”

Jason suddenly had a mental image of a man in a Walmart Robin suit that was ripping at the seams burned in his head, “Why would you give me that mental image? I need to bleach my brain. ”

Tim just shrugged, “payback.” He turned around to leave and visibly shuddered, “In a shake, garter snake.” he waved his fingers over his shoulder.

“See you soon, fat racoon.” Jason grinned, because he very much feels like as an older brother, he would teach his younger brothers corny goodbyes. Though maybe he didn’t. Who knows

Tim had been out of the bathroom, but peeked his head back in and grabbed a comb from the counter, “Gotta run, skeleton .”

“ Drake ! You can’t say that!”

Tim walked away again, “What I say is fine, spiky porcupine!”

There was definitely a growl that came from Damian, but Jason couldn’t say he wasn’t laughing.

Alfred was cutting up some fruit by the time he made his way down to the kitchen. 

“Ah, young Master Jason. I didn’t expect you to be up this early, considering how much adventure you had last night.” Though Jason didn’t see the way Alfred’s knife faltered momentarily. 

Jason shrugged, “And more adventure awaits. I gotta figure out what happened in the past five years. Need any help?”

A wave of nostalgia hit Alfred. Not many other people in the house could be trusted to cook without burning the house down, and even though maybe Cassandra or Damian could be, cooking with Jason felt special in a way that would hurt if he tried to teach another one of his grandchildren. “Would you mind preparing the pancake batter?”

And Jason gave Alfred that smile that was brighter than the sun, before they fell into their rhythm, working side by side. 

As usual, Duke and Damian were the first downstairs in their Gotham Academy uniforms. Alfred placed a bowl of fruit in front of Duke and a cup of chai in front of Damian. “How come Todd is allowed in the kitchen?”

Jason frowned, “Wait, am I not usually allowed in the kitchen anymore? Or is it because I’m not in the manor often anymore?”

“What makes you think that, Master Jason?”

“My room looks pretty much the same. There’s nothing to show that I’ve grown up in it.” he stopped mixing the batter, “Did Sheila Haywood get custody of me? Is that why I stopped being Robin?” Why must Bruce raise all his children to be detectives?

There was a clatter that came from right outside the kitchen, followed by a, “I didn’t tell him anything, Bruce, I swear.”

And then there was a mischievous smile that formed on Jason’s face, “Yeah, he didn’t. He didn’t even tell me why I was dunked in the Lazarus Pit.”

Bruce came into the kitchen and leveled Jason with a look, “If Dick didn’t tell you either of those things, how do you know them? Did you remember something?”

Jason went back to mixing, “You’re forgetting you’re not the only detective in the house, old man.”

Dick snagged a chocolate chip from the container Jason had gotten out, “He found an old notebook and eavesdropped on me and Damian’s conversation.”

“Though Todd does remember some things. He remembered my mother and I. And I suppose Drake.”

Then Tim came in making a beeline for the coffee maker, “I don’t think I count, gremlin, I was the boy next door.”

“No, you were the camera kid. Bruce, I was right . How many times did I tell you there was a kid following us? How many times did you say, hrf.” Jason put down the bowl to emphasize his point.

Bruce sighed, but there was a slight smile on his face, “Fine, Jason, you were right—“

“Exactly. Now, since I proved to be more observant than you, you have to give me something?” Jason was obviously trying for the teasing tone that Dick usually uses, but it came out less certain. Like Jason didn’t know where he stood with Bruce. Which was fair considering last night. 

Bruce picked up on it too, and reached a hand across the counter, “Jason, I’m sorry for acting really distant last night, I just– it’s a lot different seeing you like this again. Though, that doesn’t change the fact that I would give you the world if you asked for it. You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Bruce looked around the room, and then glanced at the floor, “That goes for all of you.”

And all the boys just stood there, gaping at Bruce. 

Though Jason was frowning and looking down. He shook his head, “But not… older me, right?”

“Doesn’t matter if you’re old and wrinkly, or too little to walk, I would give any version of you the world.” he had a hand on his heart, “but I- I can’t kill for–”

“No!” Jason had taken a couple steps back and had his hands up like he’d been caught, “I would never want you to kill someone. I would never want anyone to kill someone. Not for me.”

Bruce stood there frozen for a second. Everyone was frozen. Because the youngest three were suddenly given the knowledge that their older brother, the one who always seemed to be out for blood, was a pacifist. And the three people in the room who knew Jason, were hit with the fact that death and all the hardships Jason had to go through had changed him so much.

Though Bruce nodded, “Ok. ok, Jason.” Bruce cleared his throat, “What did you need?”

“I’m just… really confused. And no one’s telling me anything, and I-I know something bad happened, I just don’t know what and I don’t want to draw any wrong conclusions, so can I ask? What happened?”

The grief looked like it was about to tear Bruce apart. How are you supposed to tell your son that he went through hell and back. That he’s lost almost everything he’d gained in the three short years he had lived with them. How are you supposed to tell your son that he died ?

“A lot. A lot happened in the past couple years, Jason. Zatanna is coming over tomorrow to hopefully get you back to your normal age and all your memories back. Going over what happened during that time would just be…”

“Like digging up old graves?” Jason supplied. He must have noticed everyone flinch, “Sorry, that was probably a bad choice of words. Can’t I be given one piece of knowledge? I’m just trying to figure out how everything fits together, and the one piece I can’t seem to let go of is…Sheila Haywood? Did I really get a mom back? Are we close? Can… Can I see her?” 

And the hopeful look in Jason’s eyes was an exact mirror of the look he had in his eyes days before he disappeared. “No, Jason.”

The hope in his eyes flattered, because maybe just couldn’t see her. Right now. “To which one?”

Bruce didn’t say anything,

“Oh. I lost another mami .” And even though Jason was looking at the ground, it wasn’t hard to tell there were tears pooled up in his eyes, “How?”

Bruce clenched his jaw and looked to Alfred. He would not be able to make it through any more of this conversation.

Alfred wiped his hands on a towel and brought out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears that had fallen from Jason’s face, “Your mother, she was being held hostage. And you tried very hard, you tried so hard to save her, but in the end… there just wasn’t enough time.” 

“But, I-I could’ve been faster– I could’ve–”

Bruce rounded the counter and kneeled so he was eye level with Jason, “It wasn’t your fault.”

Jason bit his lip to keep it from wobbling, before burying his head into Bruce’s shoulder, and Bruce immediately wrapped his arms around Jason.

“It was the Joker , wasn’t it?” Jason mumbled into Bruce’s shirt.

Bruce held onto Jason much tighter.

[thunderstomm]

As someone who love collectible blind box figures and Monster High, i have always been very captivated by G2's Monster High Minis. I love a lot of the concepts they came up with, and honestly, some of them were wasted being just minis, and should have gotten dolls. Then again- I would not trust G2 to make these waves look good.

I would, however, want to see these ideas in the style of G1 dolls! I wanted to take a moment to share some of the minis i found cute, and how I think they could be made into an adorable doll.

I only have plans for this one post at the moment but I MAY do a part two if this one goes well!

(This Image Is Just Here As an Example of What The Minis Look Like)

Mermaid Catty Noir

If Great Scarrier Reef was a little better- I think they could have made the idea of mermaid dolls work. This Catty mini is super cute, and i love the shade of yellow they chose for her tail. I think that she could make a cute doll, if they made her swim top with similar ruffles to her core doll's shirt, but in silver, and perhaps having the hair fall in loose curls- something a Catty doll has never really had. This Catty would be in the style of a G1 Doll.

Candy Ghouls Lagoona Blue

Sweet Screams was a very small but beloved line, and I think that some of the themes for the Candy Ghouls minis could be adapted wonderfully to suit this theme- and my favorite idea would have to be this bubblegum Lagoona Blue. The bright blue hair with yellow streaks, paired with a ruffly yellow and pink polka-dot dress would be such a fun doll concept, and i'd love to see a Neptuna quite literally made as a bubble. I also think she could sport an adorable pair of heels with circular pumps. This Lagoona would be in the style of a G1 Doll.

Glow In The Dark Venus McFlytrap

This Venus mini is absolutely adorable, and the skeleton pattern reminds me a lot of early 2000s scene, which I think could be a fun vibe for Venus. They could keep her skeleton tee, but add some fishnet gloves, and a big green-and-pink mesh skirt, held up by a chunky belt, and some big platform shoes. Of course, she'd still glow in the dark too. This Venus would be in the style of a G1 Doll.

Fruit Frankie Stein

It's a crime that not many doll lines don't do fruit-themed lines, and I that Monster High could do an awesome job at this concept. This Frankie would be so cute with a Kiwi-themed headband, and brown and green streaks in her hair. I would give her a kiwi-themed jacket and green shirt, and change her skirt to be brown, as well as giving her some tights and jewelry. This Frankie would be in the style of a G1 Doll.

All Of The Space Monsters

I adore space themed lines, and this was a big missed opportunity! I would have loved to see all of the characters included in holographic, spacesuit inspired fashion. I think that large boots, fun skirts, clear plastic accessories and cute visors could have made this wave. And honestly- I think G3 could do an even better job at it than G1! All of the characters in the wave are in G3 and it would be such a cool line to see them make! This line could be in the style of G1 or G3 Dolls.

[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

Hey love you’re writing. could I get a smutty Penelope Garcia from criminal minds please ??

the lack of penelope fics is criminal honestly

masterlist

lunch date

18+ : smut; office sex, fingering, lots of kissing, pet names, hints at dom!penelope

It smelled like bubblegum and peach perfume when you stepped through the doorway of her office, shutting the door behind you with a click. 

“Hi, sugar.” She grinned, not even having to turn around to know it was you. “What can I do for you this fine afternoon?”

“I thought we could have lunch together.” You handed her the food which she took from you gratefully, gazing up at you with a fond smile tugging at her brightly painted lips. 

“Come, sit.” She spoke, tapping the chair beside her but you had other ideas. “Oh! I mean, I meant on the chair but my lap is good too.” She giggled, instantly wrapping her arms around your waist as you situated yourself with your legs either side of hers and your arms looping over her shoulders.

“So maybe I had a couple other ideas, Pen.” You shrugged coyly. 

“Mm, and what may they be?”

“Well, I’ve been so bored at my desk all day. I missed you last night and all I could focus on was that you haven’t touched me for so long.” You pouted at the way she laughed.

“It’s been two days, honey. I don’t think that’s so long.”

“It feels it–” you pressed a kiss to her jaw between your words, “feels like forever since you made me feel good - since you fucked me.” Your last words were spoken in a whisper with your lips grazing the shell of her ear, you felt her shiver at the warmth of your breath and her hold on you tighten. 

“As much as I would love to continue, we’re at work remember? Like, FBI building, people in suits with important work and guns and murdered people-”

“They’re all busy with lunch.” The way you kissed along the column of her throat made her head lean back and any more thoughts of protest fade away. Penelope had always secretly wanted to do something risky at work.

Her hand pulled your face to hers by the back of your head, slotting her lips with yours instantly with the stickiness of her lip gloss and the remnants of the flavour of the caramel latte she’d not long finished drinking. She admired the way the colour had smeared onto your lips when you pulled away breathlessly.

“We won’t have much time before someone comes looking for help with somethin-”

“Oh baby, you know better than to underestimate me.” She winked with that smugness you find so attractive.

With your one hand tangled in her hair and the other on her cheek you pushed your lips to hers again, allowing her tongue to push into yours and her hand to untuck the shirt from your trousers eagerly. She always longed for you that much more when she knew how riled up you were and by the involuntary movements of your hips it must be a lot. 

You’d never come to her this desperately during work hours, with that pleading look in your eyes, so ready for her to take you and she was already planning the evening you were going to have at her apartment later on. 

She pulled open the button of your trousers, pushing her hand beneath the waistband of your underwear as the kiss just grew more heated with desperate smacks of lips and tongues swirling together. She caught the moan at the back of your throat when her fingers slid through your wet slit, discovering the result of your distracted daydreams at your desk. 

“You weren’t kidding, huh?“ She teased you, huffing a laugh at the frown you looked at her with before rewarding you with digits pushing into your pussy with a perfect curl nudging at your sweet spot; she knew your body like the back of her hand, just the way to make your eyes scrunch closed the way that they did. 

Your hands roamed her body, slipping beneath her shirt over the soft skin of her curves, aimlessly holding onto her whilst your lips sucked at her pulse point and her thumb rubbed at your clit blissfully. Her fingers pumped into you in time with the way your hips bucked, desperately trying to chase your orgasm by fucking yourself onto her hand. She found it sweet how pathetic you seemed. 

She hissed at the feeling of your teeth digging into her neck, a reaction to the sublime feelings brought on by her hand, you licked the skin soothingly, instead claiming her lips again with sloppy kisses and stuttered breaths. 

“I want you to cum for me, honey. Show me how good I make you feel, yeah?”

You could only nod at her words, resting your forehead against hers as the coil in your belly tightened and tightened until you fell over the edge with a moan you could’ve muffled better. You pussy clenched around her fingers, soaking them down to her knuckles and your nails dug into the pale skin of her waist, bound to leave marks behind to accompany the hefty one you’d created on her neck. 

She rode you through your high with languid thrusts of her fingers until your body relaxed and your breathing was more even. Your attempt to kiss her again was unsuccessful when she sucked her wet digits into her mouth with a hum at your taste, she only laughed at your pout, pulling you into her softly once she was done. 

You could taste your own cum on her tongue and it made you realise that you weren’t totally satisfied, the next few hours are going to be torturous. You pulled away at the sound of nearing voices, looking towards the door with wide eyes. 

“Someone’s coming.” You rushed out, stumbling slightly at the rate you jumped up from her lap, fumbling with the button of your trousers while Penelope fixed her shirt and hair into place.

“Lips.” She spoke with a point at your face. You were still wiping at your skin, standing a suspiciously large distance away from her, when the door pushed open to let Emily and Derek walk in.

“There you are, we were wondering where you’d gotten to.” Derek smiled when he saw you but Emily just looked at you unreadably, eyeing the guilty looks on your faces and the uneaten food. 

“We were just eating lunch in here today.” Penelope returned with a shrug.

“Sure.” Emily nodded suspiciously, there was something going on and she was determined to get you to spill at some point. 

“Babygirl, we need your expertise.”

“That’s my cue. See you later, Pen.” You waved, hurrying out before Emily could say anything. You groaned to yourself when you received a text message halfway down the hallway. ‘Are you and Garcia fucking??’

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Sweet Holy Honey pt. 4

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Nanami Kento x POC!Reader

Synopsis: To keep up with bills you take up a part time job as a stripper/waitress at a gentlemans club in downtown Kyoto under the stage name "Honey". Most days you have to deal with your perverted boss, slobby and drunk old dudes, bachelors, ceos, and college assholes, but every now and then the special customer comes in. He wears a neat beige suit, blue button up shirt, and an unforgettable cougar print tie.

Warnings: SMUT, angst, emotional and physical abuse, cussing, drug use, slight yandere behavior but Nanami isn’t dangerous or violent towards Y/N just obsessed

A/N: This is a normal AU where Nanami and the rest of the JJK characters just have regular jobs/lives

A/N: Just a little note, when you see Y/N and other girls names being italicised it means it's not their real name, it's their stripper name

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

A/N: just a reminder, yandere and obsessive type situations should not be idealized in real life. in the next few chapters we will learn how Nanami knows Y/N so well, it involves events of stalking before meeting her at the bunny room. this story is purely for the sake of entertainment but you should NEVER tolerate something like this in the real world. protect yourself and recognize when a person is becoming too much or possibly dangerous.

What did he say?

You swear your hearing was damaged in some way, perhaps from the prolonged exposure to obnoxious club music, but your hearing was perfectly fine. The man you’d only gotten to know in passing glances, who’s name you haven’t even learned…asked you to leave with him.

Nanami: “I make money…a lot of it. I swear can give you everything you want in life, I promise I won’t— SWAT!

And just like that as quickly as they fell down, your walls built themselves back up and closed you off. You smacked Nanamis hand away as he was reaching to wipe the tear stains from your puffy cheeks, the lines in your forehead scrunched as you tried to fight back another mental breakdown.

Honey: “I said I have to go!” You whimpered, “I’ll never— I don’t want— just— uggh!” You’re palms smacked against the sides of your head, maybe doing so would rearrange the jumble of words into an order that made sense…but nothing made sense to you or Nanami. He watched in confusion, what was so hard about this? The life you currently lived was less than satisfactory if you went with him he could give everything you always wanted. What was holding you back?

Honey: “D-Don’t ever come back here, p-please. I won’t dance for you and I’ll make sure the other girls don’t either! No matter how much you pay, so stop wasting your e-efforts! Just leave me alone you fucking weirdo!” You wailed with both anger and confusion before taking off in a direction that didn’t even lead towards your apartment, only doing so to leave Nanamis sight as soon as possible. And once again he was alone. It seemed to be a reoccurring situation for him

The month went by as usual

Lowlifes and annoying frat boys popping in and out, the occasional suburban husbands spending they’re money they shouldn’t be spending it at, last Friday Bubblegum swore up and down that Chris Evans was one of her late night clients but no one can trust a damn thing that girl says. Overall it was the typical customers you’d usually see lurking around at 1 am. Everything was the same

Except there was no sign of Nanami

Of course you didn’t miss him though. Having him gone was just one less stress on your endless checklist, you were glad he finally took the hint and stopped giving you attention. Stopped making you feel a strange since if excitement every Wednesday night and a small feeling of anticipation every other weekday. A feeling like you mattered to someone in this world even if it was just a little bit…

No. You hated that man. At least that’s what you repeated to yourself in the club mirror every other hour whenever he popped into your head. Unfortunately you’ve never been the best at lying

Kota: “HONEY! Hurry up in here you have a special request!” He said barging through the bathroom door

Y/N: “FUCKING KNOCK KOTA WHAT IF I WAS FUCKING NAKED?!” you screamed at the scrawny man

Kota: “Yeah as if people like you care about being seen naked. ROOM 6 NOW!” He dragged you by your upper arm through the open lobby without even giving you a chance to adjust the top part of your bodysuit. Kota pushed you through the velvet curtain as you cradled your bare chest in your arms. Immediately you turned around and assured the customer you’d be ready in just a second, you cursed and fumbled to get your back zipper up before he spoke

Nanami: “Do you need some help?” A familiar silky voice filled your senses and made you still, “Your zipper is stuck in your hair, here let me—

Y/N: “I can fix it myself dude!” You ripped out the strands of hair that were logged in the zipper and tried to close up the rest of your latex ensemble only for it to get stuck again. You frantically tugged and pulled in the zipper until a pair of soft hands replaced yours on suit

Nanami: “Forcing it won’t help, just let me do it before you rip more hair out of your head”, He fiddled with the suit in a far more patient and gentle manner than you were.

Y/N: “You suck at listening, I told you I wasn’t gonna dance for you anymore. Why are you even here?”

Nanami: “Like you said I’m a bad listener and because…I meant what I said to you, I think you should leave this place. It’s filthy and vulgar, it’s no place for any woman to make a living at. Especially you” he managed to zip up your suit but you still remained turned away from him as he spoke, “…Im obsessed with you Honey we can both see that, but by that I don’t mean I want you to belong to me, I want you to belong with me.”

He ached to touch you, to hold you but he held himself back. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten you anymore than you already were

Nanami turned you around, blush painted on both cheeks of your face when he looked at you.

Nanami: “My offer still stands”, he reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small piece of folded paper, “This is my address, Come by tonight if you can. If you don’t, I’ll understand and I promise you won’t hear from me ever again.” He whispered, still keeping a safe distance to assure you weren’t pressured or intimidated

He folded the piece of paper into your hand, put back on his beige jacket, and left without another word

You let out a large exhale you didn’t know you were holding back

Y/N: “………..the fuck was that—

Midnight: “Knock Knock! Sorry to interrupt but do you have a lighter by any ch— you good girl? You look like you just shit yourself, what happened?”

Midnight: “Please tell me you’re not really going in there,” you both sat in the parking lot of the Hosu Loft Apartment Complex, “You picked a terrible place to get killed, a man with this much money is gonna have some A+ lawyers. He’ll probably get off with just community service”.

Y/N: “Would you shut up! I’m already nervous Yui!”

You got out after saying your goodbyes to Yui, but not before turning on your location and placing an AirTag inside your purse for extra safety. You headed towards the the front entrance, if the outside wasn’t already an indication of how upscale this place was then the lobby sure was. The eccentric water feature and diamond chandelier had to be worth more than everything you’ve purchased in your entire lifetime. You wondered to yourself how on earth anyone can make such money to live in a place like this, what kind of job does this man have?

Surgeon?

Yakuza weapons dealer?!!

Your intrusive thoughts panicked you and almost made you want to retreat but unknowingly you were already at his apartment door, you would have knocked but it appeared that the door was already unlocked so you let yourself in. It was dark inside, the moonlight peeping in through the window gave you enough vision for you to make you’re way through to the bathroom. You had been holding it in since work, you absolutely hate peeeing at their bathrooms, so you took advantage of the opportunity.

You scoffed in shock, even the bathroom was tastefully decorated. Linen hand towels and an Osaka landscape painting above the toilet. You were done admiring though,

If he isn’t awake then I might as well call Yui and go back home

You thought to yourself. You quickly finished up and wiped down the water spots you left on the sink from when you washed your hands but halted when you heard the hallway light turn on and a figure step in front of the doorway. It did cross your mind that you might be in the wrong apartment and that made your heart race with fear

Nanami: “I don’t see shoes at the doorway, manners are appreciated here”. He stated

You opened the door and stood face to face with a Nanami that looked like he had just woken up. He was shirtless with a pair of black sweatpants and hair like a birds nest. Just like always you gave an attitude to cover up how flustered you were, but it didn’t hide your beet red cheeks

Y/N: “Bite me dude. I’m still getting used to Japanese customs”, you countered, trying to remove your tightly laced converse.

Nanami: “It got so late I didn’t think you’d come by, c’mon I’ll warm you up the food I made”.

Within the next hour Nanami warmed you up a large helping of bulgogi and fried rice and a glass of lychee juice to wash it down. You spoke no words as he sat across from you, not that there weren’t any to say but because it been so long since you’ve had a meal that good, you barely took your head up away from the plate

He loved watching you indulge yourself, the way you swayed back in forth doing a little happy dance with each bite, how you let out small moans after swallowing, and how the lychee juice dribbled a little bit down your chin.

It made his cock twitch in his sweatpants

Nanami: “Full?”, you shook your head yes allowing him to take the plate to the kitchen sink

Y/N: “Thank you…” you said wiping the embarrassing amount of food off the side of your face

Nanami: “Kento…Nanami. I figure you being here means we’re on better terms now, we might as well start learning each other’s names.”

Y/N: “……..Y/N L/N, I don’t like to be called Honey outside work. It makes me feel gross” You mumbled

Nanami: “I hated saying it anyways…Y/N is a beautiful name” he replied

He made you blush of course but you were so tired of the middles school icebreaker type small talk

Y/N: “What do you want from me Nanami?”

He returned this time to a seat right beside yours

Nanami: “I’m a salaryman Y/N”, god he loved the way those letters rolled off his tongue, “I spend my days making money for those who already have it, and taking it from those who can’t afford to lose it. It’s a constant cycle of taking and quite honestly if I were to die or go missing no one would bat an eye, my company would just find another body to fill the gap. Perhaps that’s why it pays so well…”

Y/N: “Are-are you bragging right now?”

Nanami: “Not at all, you see because of what I do, because of how I live my life I have become someone with a of broken ‘a reason for living’. But there are times in my life where I feel like I gain that idea back, whether it’s through simple moments like finding the perfect bread shop, or daydreaming of Malaysia, or finding a good person. An actual good person… someone that’s always smiling even when they have no reason to.” he vented as if something like this had been weighing in his chest, waiting for the right person to release it to. Somewhere in the mist of his emotional venture you noticed a tear begin to prick from the inner corner of his eyes, unbeknownst to you it wasn’t because of sadness but because of his inability to say what he felt.

You moved in front of him on your knees, just as you did that one night at the bunny room but this time the intention behind it wasn’t lustful or sex driven, it was sentimental and moving. It felt right to grab his hand, you caressed his palm and moved it to your cheek. He swear he felt him self melt against your touch

Nanami: “Can you teach me to be a good person Y/N?” He begged

Y/N: “I’m far from good Nanami, I couldn’t teach you how to be one if I wanted to.”

Nanami: “Then we’ll learn together…”

He guided you back to his bedroom where you sunk into the softest mattress you’ve ever felt in your life, falling asleep felt effortless but you craved his warmth, more than you ever thought you would. Nanami hesitated when you motioned him over to lay beside you, scared that he might intimidate you in some way or scare you off. He couldn’t watch you run away from him, not again

Nanami: “I…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I think it would be best if I slept on the couch”.

Y/N: “Nanami I know what I’m doing, please just hold me”, you insisted, the dreariness in your voice made your tone soft and irresistible, Nanami practically jumped to your side but still managed to maintain most of his composure

For the first time in a long time you were allowing goodness into your life. You deserved to feel content, to feel safe in someone else’s grasp, and when Nanami cradled your body into his chest you felt just that. It wasn’t like some cliché movie where they blab on about how his heartbeat matched to the rhythm of your own, no, Nanamis had its own unique tune. And slowly felt yourself drifting to sleep to his natural lullaby

Your body intertwined so well with his. He watched as you drifted to sleep, it was so cute how your eyelids fluttered as you dreamt. Nanami felt like he could admire you all night

But Nanami was hot.

White hot

Your shea butter smell. You’re soft skin. You thick thigh that wrapped across his waist. Your groin that pushed up against his hip as you jolted in your sleep. It was pushing him to the edge. He could feel his cock harden to an unbearable amount, he’d pushed the feeling down all night but he couldn’t fight it anymore. Making sure not to wake you he slowly released himself from your grasp, only growing more restless as he looked over your beautiful figure.

He felt like he was going to keel over when he finally made it to the bathroom and freed his aching cock from his sweatpants, it already was drenched in precum. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the tile wall and began to stroke.

There you were kneeled before him again, only this time your eyes were just as rabid as his as you took every inch of him in that pretty little month. You’d be eager to please him wouldn’t you? You’d beg for his cum like a good little slut?

Nanami: “Nggh fuck Y/N…AaaaAggh”, he whispered, he stroked faster and faster. He wanted you. He wanted to ruin that cute little pussy and make you cry on his cock, screaming his name over how good it hurt when his tip kissed your cervix, until he filled you to the brim with his hot seed. You’d take it all wouldn’t you?

Fuck Kento, please more…please put it deeper! He imagined your delicate voice cracking and scratching as you begged for more of him

Nanami: “Fuck yes baby say my fucking name, fuck, fuck Y/N… I’m gonna cum.” He put in his final few pumps, this time basically fucking into his hand pretending it was your tight cunt. He groaned louder than he meant to and released all over his hand, some of it shooting onto the sink in front of him

He opened his eyes and sighed, falling back down to a reality you weren’t in. He was tired of cumming in his fist like a lonely college boy, he wanted your walls to paint his seed with. But he’d never push any idea of it on you until he thought you were ready. Nanami is not an easy person to be with; he has his faults and at times they’re too great to ignore. Would you even want him if you saw the person he could be? The aloof, pessimistic, money obsessed scumbag that he has to be everyday?

He grabbed a wash clothed and dampened it to clean up his mess before joining you back in bed. It felt like pure heaven when he felt you cling back onto his body and Nanami was able to fall asleep with you, something he’d desired for so long and was now finally coming into fruition. It was pure bliss…

Nanami: “I’m gonna fuck this up aren’t I?”, he whispered

[enmi-land]

omg thinking abt how attractive mila would be dancing with a girl partner LIKEEE HER BEING TALL AND HER PARTNER IS LIKEeee SHORT this would prolly shock the industry cuz of how tall she is

naurrrr bc yk how mila is usually like super feminine and girly? well the times that she isn’t, engenes will go CRAZY 🤭

like imagining her with a female dance partner in bite me, while wearing a suit… and her partner is like standing around around average height of 5’0 something, which means their height difference of like 20cm 🫣 seeing mila look so tall and towering over her female partner would star making ppl — especially short girlies — realise that omg yeah she may look average standing next to enha, but man she’s perfect height to be giving forehead kisses to a shorter s/o 🫣

and since they’re both females, mila wouldn’t feel at all uncomfortable making the choreography more touchy, so best believe when mila has to touch her partner’s waist, she will TOUCH her partners waist 😳😳 she doesn’t even mean anything by it since she’s just doing what she needs to do, and neither does she realise herself how attractive she is while doing it… but seeing her be more “dominant” (especially considering the fact she’s babie most of the time) would make her fans go insane for this side of her 🤭 like yknow that song that goes “i can be a better boyfriend than him”?? yeah well best believe engenes are gonna be editing all sorts of mila clips over it, like “i don’t want a man, i want HER” 😳

on another note, mila generally shows off a more “masculine” dancing style bc of the choreography that enha has and bc her intro to dance was basically hip hop and street— plus she has some rlly powerful moves… so her dancing in like a baggy fit with a cap that hides her face (think bada lee from swf2 in the no respect dance battle vibes) will never miss 😮‍💨

like yes, mila may be pretty pink princess bubblegum girlie 80% of the time… but that doesn’t mean she can’t be a baggy fit and manspread, will offer hoodies to female friends (bc she definitely does this and they lowkey feel like they’re wearing their bf’s clothes) girlie too 😆

[lizbethborden]

The idea that any male character should have "Bubblegum Bitch" on a playlist about him is laughable. There are maybe 3-4 men in popular media that could arguably suit that song and 1 of them is Lestat (any version) and another is like, I don't know, Emperor Nero. You are stretching your mind much too far to think your token man could possibly be Miss Sugar Pink Liquor Liquor Lips. You are imagining a level of gender non-conformity and emotional relatability in him that do not exist.

[mamafaithful]

Something I wrote this because Aqua back to the 80s is stuck in my head all flicking day and I’m tired. And if my random ass brain can imagine Steve in a scoops suit singing dark trauma to cheesy Euro-pop music you will also be subjected to it. All those colours. Barbie doll. Anyone. No. Whelp looks like it’s just me.

The rest of the gangs around somewhere. Didn’t know how to fit them into the bullet points though.

It’s 89, post Vecna, post government mountain of paperwork, Eddie’s pouting about not being able to continue with CC as his face is too recognisable and they don’t need anybody questioning the government’s hapdash attempt at a cover up. He’s spending his off time (which currently is in abundance) writing his trauma into songs (and if he so happens to write a certain dethroned king’s into little cheesy earwigs because it makes that certain person laugh, it means nothing)

It’s 90 and Eddie is having a mental block on writing when he hears something that gets the juices flowing. It’s summer, the party is at Steve’s and Eddie was going to get a drink from the kitchen where he’s halted just outside the kitchens doorway arch. Inside Steve is spinning a giggling Robin about as he sings cheesy made up ditties just to make her smile, which Eddie realises are his earwigs he made about Steve’s trauma. What surprises him more is god that boy can sing. Eddie disappears into Steve’s dad’s office and isn’t seen till dinner.

It’s 91 and Eddie presents steve with a finished lyric sheet and a cassette the CC boys and robin helped him make. A song about vecna and the witch hunt wrapped up in bubblegum pop. [think euro pop band Aqua -esk]. After a bit of confusion, he explains about hearing Steve sing so he wrote a song for Steve to sing with Robin as second. By Christmas they have a song painstakingly recorded, multiplied and sent out to record companies.

It’s 99 and [insert band name here] is popular. Their most popular songs are about a cookie cutter Ken doll who doesn’t fit in, a little birdy with no responding song, two siblings from a small American town with home grown conspiracies, a haunted mansion full of family ghosts, and a song written without their main writer about a curly haired boy, with a large smile and a bigger personality. Rumours of a curtain curly haired metalhead sneaking in backstage are rapidly growing.

As the bell tolls midnight bringing in the millennium a photo is captured and circulated of the metalhead with one of the lead singers of [band] and it certainly wasn’t Buckley who everyone was speculating the metalhead was visiting regularly.

It’s 92 and there is conspiracies galore about the missing [band] members who disappeared only months after the picture was leaked of Eddie Munson and Steve Buckley kissing on new years. What really happened was they all decided to settle down in Italy, run a small holiday vineyard and get some qualifications.

It’s 2016 and Steve Munson is mortified and happily fielding questions from his class as they’ve somehow managed to find old videos and images of his days in [band]. Talks about Robin getting married to an Englishwoman in 2013 when it became legal. About how his husband wrote most of their songs. And when asked about the subject matter he responds with “we had over-imaginations and a case of the whimsies”.

[invisibleraven]

AU PROMPTS: multiverse INTO THE REGGIEVERSE ANYONE????

Reggie always thought he had a pretty normal life; decent job as a photographer, a nice apartment close enough to the ocean so he could swim and surf, and a dog to greet him every evening.

It was one evening that he was walking Goldie that everything went wrong. Goldie broke her leash, and dove into a bush, after what Reggie thought was a squirrel. He chased after her, only when he went through the bush himself, he wasn't in LA anymore.

He wasn't sure he was on Earth anymore.

The world was weird and cartoonish, with living candy, a weird stretchy dog, and a young boy holding a sword. A young boy who spoke with Reggie's own voice.

"I'm Finn! And this is Jake, who are you?" the boy said, but Reggie noticed the kid was holding a honest to goodness sword so he knew not to mess with him.

"R-Reggie? I'm Reggie, hi. I'm looking for my dog... have you seen her?"

"I'm the only dog around, sorry bud," Jake... the dog said. "But maybe the princess can help?"

They take him to the princess-who is made of bubblegum by the way, and Reggie just has to roll with that-and she has some weird science do-hickey that tells him that Goldie is in some other universe, so Reggie agrees to get sent there.

Anything has to be better than this right?

Wrong.

He ends up in a world with space battles and giant mechs and... some guy in a weird space suit named Lance who also sounds like him. "Okay, this is getting weird."

"You're telling me!" Lance said. "Come on, we have to go."

Reggie gets pulled into some weird fight, he mostly cowers in the corner of the ship, and when he opens his eyes... he's not on the ship any more.

"God where am I now?"

"Berk?"

Reggie turns at the sound of his voice once more, and there's a kid, standing next to a honest to goodness dragon. Reggie rears back in fear, but the kid just pets the dragon's flank. "Don't worry, Thunder won't hurt you, they're friendly."

"They're a dragon!" Reggie exclaims.

"Well yeah, have you never seen a dragon before?" the kid cocks his head and looks at Reggie queerly.

"NO!"

The kid, who introduces himself as Tom, just shrugs, and offers to show Reggie around. On dragonback.

Which is actually pretty cool, albeit completely terrifying.

But he's still in another universe, still missing his dog, and honestly Reggie is kind of done with it. He enters a mystical cave that Tom finds for him, and wishes him well, flying off.

Reggie is confronted with a wall of reflective stones, fractured into many many pieces. And in the reflection of each one, he can see the worlds he's visited, all with some weird version of him, he guesses. And more he didn't visit-he doesn't even want to ask about the one where he's a surfing penguin.

But then he sees Goldie, sitting next to a beautiful girl on the park bench where they usually enjoy an ice cream (or well Reggie does and Goldie begs for some until Reggie caves and buys her a pup friendly one) and Reggie figures that must be home.

And even if it isn't, that's where he's headed.

He emerges from the bushes a little worse for wear, but it feels like he's back in LA, and rushes for Goldie. "Hey girl, no more running off like that okay?"

Goldie yips and licks his face, making him laugh. "Yeah, I missed you too."

He looks up at the girl sitting there, smiling despite herself and Reggie wishes he wasn't a state or he would totally ask her for her number. "Thanks so much for finding her, I'd be lost without her."

"No problem, she was a sweetie," the girl replies. "I'm Julie, by the way."

"Reggie," he says, shaking her hand, and holds it for another beat, but Julie doesn't seem to be in a rush for him to let go either. "Can I buy you a coffee or something as thanks?"

"That'd be lovely," she replies, slipping her arm into his. "Maybe then you can tell me about how you found yourself in that bush."

Reggie thinks about all the places he'd been that day and what he had seen in that cave. "I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."

[noforkingclue]

Just One Year Epilogue (Bones x reader)

So this is it, fic completed! I kinda wanted to leave things a bit opened ended between the reader leaving the Enterprising and coming back!

Thank you for everyone who stuck with this :)

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“How’s that working now?”

“Aye, all good!”

“Great!”

You crawled out from under the machinery and grinned up at Scotty. He held out his hand to you and you grabbed it gratefully. He pulled you to your feet and sighed at the grime on your hands. You just shrugged and said,

“What do you expect? When was the last time you got your hands this dirty?”

“Oi, I’ve been doing this longer than you have.”

“Any regrets?”

“About what?”

“This.”

He gestured around the engine room and you laughed. It had certainly been a leap of faith to start studying again but you hadn’t regretted it. Your mother had hated it and told you that you’d regret it but that was just her opinion. So far she had been wrong.

“I think blue suits me better,” you said, “maybe we could try and change the uniform?”

Scotty laughed and shook his head.

“I’m sure that’ll go down well. You’ve been doing a good job.”

“Thanks! It’s good to be back.”

You leant against a wall and folded your arms. You glanced up at the walkways above you. Down here you truly got the scale of how big the Enterprise truly was. It really was a marvel and now you were able to work on it you could truly appreciate it.

“I’m going to head off now,” you said, “going to rest before the night shift.”

“Of course,” Scotty smirked and gave you a knowing look, “but make sure you do actually get some rest this time. Don’t think I didn’t see you dropping off last week.”

You rolled your eyes but your face was hot. You overslept one time and now Scotty was never going to let you live it down. You made your way through familiar corridors as you headed towards your destination. It was strange, you had been gone nearly six years and yet you still remembered your way around. You couldn’t help but smile as you neared the med bay. Even though this was now your regular schedule you still couldn’t help but feel excited.

You quietly slipped into the med bay. You stuck to the outskirts as you avoided the bustle. This you certainly didn’t miss. Yes your current role the stressful but nothing like this. You made eye contact with Christine who smiled at you and nodded in greeting. You really must organise a time for a proper catch up when you schedules were both free. You walked into Bones’s office and collapsed into a chair. Bones looked up and his gaze softened.

“Busy?” you asked

“Always but when aren’t we?”

He reached across the table and took your hand. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles before giving it a squeeze. You linked your fingers together and sighed happily.

“It’s good to be back,” you said, “I still can’t believe I’m back here.”

“And are you happy here?” Bones asked

“Of course!”

“And…”

Bones cut himself off and looked away. You frowned and stood up, making your way around his desk. You sat down on the edge of the table and cupped his face.

“And?” you asked

“You happy with me?”

It was one of the rare moments that Bones was vulnerable with you. You were one of the few people who he was like this with. You smiled and pressed your forehead against his. You pressed a brief kiss against his lips and said,

“Definitely. Are you happy with me?”

“Of course I am, darlin’.”

[pinkandpurple360]

Music is super important for me to get into the headspace of characters when writing. I love the Sueco song choice and absolutely agree that the emo sound suits Blitzø. I'm always interested in people sharing their character core music to inspire my rewrite and I love your input on the spike collar. You know Viv used it as this alt aesthetic she thought was cool growing up and you went and turned it into solid characterization. I may just have to steal that lol.

Have at it ! I feel like it makes sense. They both have the “I’ll hurt others before they can hurt me” attitude. Also I 100% am the same I can’t visualise and develop a character mentally without associating them with a song or a musical genre.

Moreover, I feel like some marks are missed with the subculture references. They feel randomly labelled. Loona doesn’t scream “goth” to me, she’s far more adjacent to the loud, violent, unapologetic rebellious attitude of punk. Of course punk and goth are siblings, and then again, punk is just the louder angrier spikier cousin of goth. Loona is 100% punk.

Also Loonas supposed to be…goth but her favourite musician is….verosika? The bubblegum pink pop star? Does Viv not know that there’s a bit more to gothic subculture than just wearing black and being gloomy? I also don’t care for the inference that alternative girls just have father issues.

Also if Octavia is goth it’d make more sense if she listened to metal or evanescence type music. But she likes dubstep, loves bright pink, wears a beanie and has a massive side fringe. This kid is more emo than goth imo.

Back to my obsession with Fizzarolli….why is he performing in a jazzy nightclub?? 😭 Jazz?? Fizz???his favourite star was Mammon, he makes the metal signal 🤘 he performa Italian opera, which I théorise to be his family origin. And those few seconds of death metal in Look At This were really exciting.

Actually if anyone can tell me what type of singing he’s doing in Look at This and the start of 2 minutes notice I’d love to know. I cant quite put my finger on what the accordion and intense way of singing is…I just know it’s Italian.

[adventuretimetournament]

Current Tournament: Best Bubblegum Look

Welcome to Adventure Time Tournament, where tournaments are held for the show Adventure Time (2010-2018)!

The current tournament is for ranking Bubblegum's outfits throughout the series. This will include dream versions of Bubblegum, but not alternate versions of her such as her elemental form or Lollipop Girl. Outfits she wears when she is visibly younger than in the present day will also be excluded.

Current round: 5 (2 matches, 4 outfits)

Eliminated round 1: Princess Business, Get Well Soon, Barbecue, Jelly Beans, Lady Quietbottom, Sandworm, Citizen, Much-Needed Sleep, Disguise, Scuba Suit, Prisoner, Circle Hair, First Contact, Deejay, Surveillance, Tart Ceremony, Lizard Queen, Surprise Visit, Mad Scientist, Death Match, Ambassador, The Prize, Meditation, Tea Party, Dream Sword, Heat Suit, Senescence, Scientist, Princess Plant, Wizard Costume, Concert Organizer, Bringer of Darkness, Milk Suit, Fireproof, Chariot, Old Testament, Sleep Mask, Resurrection

Eliminated round 2: HAZMAT, Battle, Hyooman Defense, Wedding Officiator, Armor, Slumber Party, Hoodie, Flight Attendant, Construction Crew, Nightgown, The Classic, Warrior, Doctor, Homewrecker, Pilot, Private Investigator, Warm Sweater, Swimsuit, Biz Cas

Eliminated round 3: Deforestation, Teen Boy Heartthrob, Dream Girl, Safari, Farmgirl, Perfect Partner, Science Conference, Heart Eyes, Springtime

Eliminated round 4: Virtual Reality, Emergency Drill, Rock Shirt, The Exterminator, Varmint Hunter

Eliminated round 5: N/A

Q&A:

You missed an outfit!

It's very possible I did, and I apologize for that. If I missed any outfits throughout the series (not counting ones deliberately skipped over as listed above), please let me know and I can make a new poll or polls for the missing outfits to add them to the ranking.

Why did you name the outfits?

The outfits don't have official names, and I have to call them something for the sake of the poll. I thought "Outfit 1" "Outfit 2" etc would be boring, and naming them after the episode they appear in, or the song they appear with, would be problematic for my tagging system. If you’re curious about a specific name, shoot me a message.

Why are some of the images "official" and some aren't?

I did my best to get screenshots from each episode on my own. However, in some episodes, there aren't any good full-body shots of Bubblegum, so for those ones I went to the wiki and grabbed the image from there.

Past Winners

Best "Skippable" Episode

First place: Jake the Brick

Second place: Time Sandwich

Third place: Don't Look

Best "Required" Episode

First place: I Remember You

Second place: What Was Missing

Third place: Simon & Marcy

Best Fionna & Cake Episode

First place: Bad Little Boy

Second place: Fionna and Cake

Third place: Five Short Tables

Best Miniseries Episode

First place: Everything Stays

Second place: Min and Marty

Third place: Checkmate

Best Marceline Look

First place: Concert

Second place: Your Problem

Third place: Varsity Jacket

Best Guest-Animated Episode

First place: Ketchup

Second place: Food Chain

Third place: A Glitch Is a Glitch