#in case you are wondering yes i am talking completely out of my ass and limited knowledge of these conventions vbhbfv

[universaln0b0dy]

Hello I was wondering if there can be a part two to Monster where the boys confront the reader about their overblot? You can ignore this if you to.

here we go!

(Aftermath of this: Monster

Summary: They saw what you're capable of and now you fear that they might hate you....

Note: angst n fluff (Leona, Floyd and Rook), very ooc- also I apologise if this isn't what you imagined or if it's too cringe. I finished writing this at three a.m.-

Leona:

You had tried your best to ignore the lion after the Overblot, the way he had fixated you while you were in your overblot form scared you. You decided to yeet your feelings for him in the trash and ignore him, so he wouldn't ask questions.

After a week of successfully avoiding the lion your lucky strike comes to an end and you found yourself in a kinda funny position. Trapped between his arms.

"Herbivore, why are you ignoring me?" Leonas tail flkvjed from one side to the other, hid green eyes staring into yours. Your poor heart was shattering into a thousand pieces as you realised he would question you about your monster form.

"Because I don't want to be questioned about my Overblot form. I can't explain it either." You mumble coldly, trying to free yourself out of his grasp, but Leona seems disappointed, like he wanted to hear something else. But the fleeting gaze was soon replaced by his usual grumpy frown.

"I don't care about that Overblot form of yours, I would just don't like being indebted to people." He snarles, moving both of his hands away from you. You could just make a fun for it, but you don't, so you decide to play abit obvious.

"What debt, there is no debt." You mutter, avoiding Leonas eyes. The male sighs. "You saved my life there, of course I am indebted to you." Something about the way he said that made you confused. Leona wasn't the type to admit he owed someone something, or come to that person to talk about said debt.

"How about I let you stay in my dorm over the winter. As far as I know Ramshackle can get very cold." You were about to slap yourself in order to check if you were dreaming or not.

"Are you sure? I don't think you would like a monster like me staying in your dorm." You mumble looking to the side, only to hear him chuckle.

"I have seen your Overblot form and let me tell you, your not a monster.... if I am honest you looked kinda hot."

"WHAT?"

Floyd:

"SHRIIIMPY~"

You had barely finished fighting Jamil and you most definitely weren't in the mood for explaining about your Overblot form. It made you uncomfortable how Azul and Jade looked at you, keeping their distance. You were exhausted and their judging gaze didn't help your case.

Floyd on the other hand had other plans. You should have expected this, he would be mad you kept such a big thing from him after all. You lean against a wall, breathing heavily. The eel stops right in front of you, looking at you with curiosity, but also a sour mood in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you could willingly Overblot shrimpy?" Just as expected he sounded disappointed. You shrugged slightly, trying to keep your eyes open.

"I thought it would be better if I didn't tell anyone I was a monster." You mutter, leaning to the side. Floyd isn't content with that answer, as if he could sniff out the fact you were lying.

"That still doesn't explain why you didn't tell me shrimpy, I thought we had something special!" Hearing that takes you of guard and you look at him with tears. You were trying to fight them, but that didn't stop them from flowing.

"I'm sorry Floyd, you're right, I should have told you.... it was wrong of me to keep it just because.... I.... you.... stay.." you couldn't complete the sentence and your voice breaks in between. You were selfish, yes, Floyd was a moody eel and many people considered him a monster, but why should he be forced to continue to like one, just because you couldn't get your sorry ass to tell him about everything.

"I should have told you I was a monster, than you wouldn't have wasted your time on me." Floyds expression softens for a second and he pulls you into a hug.

"Dawww! Shrimpy! I still like you! You're still my shrimp, even once you are covered in ink!"

The only thing you can do is squeeze him back.

Rook:

Rook was eccentric and that was why he still liked you. There was a subtle shift in his behaviour after you had helped fight Vil, he stopped being overly entranced with Vil, going over to shower you in compliments. You didn't know how long that shift would last, but you enjoyed every second of it.

"Trickster! That was un suprise! You looked manifique!" You lean your head towards the side, cheecks burning with embarrassment. Vil eyed you both, smiling softly.

"I hope this will finally stop Rook from barging into my room just to talk about the fact that the prefect developed a new habit."

You heard Vil, luckily. If you hadn't you might would have expected Rook to just revert back to his old self, but this gave you hope, hope that you would be more than just his current intrest. You looked around, everyone seemed chill with the fact you just overblotted and turned back like it was nothing. It didn't matter that Rook was eccentric, you could always trust his gut feeling.

"Rook, are you sure that a monster like me looked... manifique?" You ask jokingly, Rook grasps his heart in an over dramatic motion. "Oui, oui! Mon dieu, If I ever hear you say something like that again I will make sure to cut you off before that sentence can get to your head!"

You chuckle a bit, before going back to serios. "No Rook, I really want you to know that it's okay if-"

You blink a few seconds trying to comprehend what just happened. Did Rook really just kiss you, or did you just imagine that? Your knees get wobbly, maybe because you were exhausted or because you were embarrassed, you didn't know.

"OMGWHYDIDYOUDOTHAT?" You manage to squeal and Rook chuckles. "I warned you trickster and mark my words I will do it again."

Vil, please get your hunter under control, the prefekts heart might explode if it has to endure this any longer.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Undercover (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You don't quite understand how you ended up playing the role of Blake's girlfriend, but your heart is too invested in the fantasy

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of homophobia, swearing, mentions of alcohol

You were fucked. It was that simple. There was no other way to put it other than you were completely and utterly fucked.

“Seriously Morgan, why do I have to do it?” you demanded, despite knowing the answer.

“The unsub wants age gap lesbians,” he said, “we’ve already been over this.”

“So send JJ. She’s young and hot and amazing in the field,” you said, wheedling him, “come on, please.”

“Oh no, we’re not doing this. If you can’t handle the heat you shouldn’t be our best undercover agent,” he said.

“You know I can’t do this,” you replied, following him.

“Can’t? Or don’t want to?” He flashed that infuriating grin that always made you want to strangle him.

“Morgan, you know why I can’t,” you said.

“An extra layer of realism isn’t going to hurt,” he replied.

“Morgan-“

“Oh look, there’s your hot date right now.”

You snapped your mouth shut, turning on your heels to smile at Alex as if nothing was wrong. She raised an eyebrow at you, pressing her lips into a straight line.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Fine and dandy,” you replied, letting your arms swing down to your side.

“What was that about?” she asked, eyes flicking over to Morgan who was talking to JJ. They both looked away when they noticed you glancing over.

“Morgan’s just being a pain in my ass like usual,” you said.

“We should head back to the hotel and get ready,” she said.

“Right. Yeah. I’ll meet you there. I need to… buy some date appropriate clothes.”

“I’ll meet you at 7:30.” You ignored the wink she shot in your direction.

Shopping was your idea of one of the circles of hell. Trying things on, figuring out if they looked good, if they fit you, it made you want to tear your hair out. It didn’t help that there was a part of you that wanted to look particularly hot for Alex, just in case there was even a sliver of the possibility that she might suddenly realise how much she wanted you when she saw you.

And if it meant you spent extra time getting ready, well, no one had to know about that.

You pulled the door open when you heard the knock at 7:30 exactly. You tried to smile to keep the butterflies in your stomach from overwhelming you. The smile slipped when the entire team was standing on the other side of the door.

“I don’t think we’re all going to fit at the table, guys,” you said, letting them in to your room.

“Damn girl, where you been hiding those legs?” Morgan asked.

“Behind office appropriate slacks,” you replied, “I save them to impress the girls.”

“Blake is a lucky woman.”

You let yourself look at her for the first time since everyone entered the room. Her blazer was the same from the last few days but her trousers were tighter than you were used to, showing off the long line of her legs. Her blouse was unbuttoned a few more buttons than she wore at work, showing just the hint of lace. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Indeed I am.” Her own eyes lingered on your body.

“Alright, you know how the night is going to proceed?” Hotch asked.

“Yes Dad.” You rolled your eyes.

“Morgan and JJ will be in the restaurant with you and Dave and I will be outside in the van,” he said, ignoring your snark, “use the codeword if you need to be extracted.”

“Of course,” Alex said.

“Now you’d better go if you want to make your reservations,” he said.

Alex held the door open for you and you ducked your head as you passed her. You weren’t properly alone with her until you were in the car, the rest of the team following you into the lobby of the hotel. She flashed you a smile.

“You really do look wonderful,” she said, “the girls you go out with are lucky.”

“Not so many of those these days,” you replied.

“That surprises me.” Her eyebrows drew together.

“I suppose I’ve been too busy to think about it,” you said, “this job is pretty hectic.”

“Mm,” she hummed.

She pulled up to the restaurant, throwing the car into park. You didn’t have time to blink before she was out of the car and opening your door. She extended her hand, threading her fingers through yours as she helped you out. You couldn’t help the smile at the feeling of your hands palm to palm.

“Sorry, could we have somewhere a bit more… private?” Alex asked the maitre d’ when you were shown to your table.

She shot you a look filled with intent. You didn’t even have to try at the flush on your cheeks, catching your lower lip between your teeth as her hand rested on your lower back. She led you towards a secluded booth. You slid in beside her, close enough for your thigh to press against hers.

“Should I order for you, honey?” she asked.

“You always know exactly what I want,” you replied, fluttering your lashes at her.

Her eyes dipped down, lingering on the plunging neckline of your dress. You arched your back, just a little and the smirk she gave you let you know she’d noticed.

“And do you know what I want, sweet girl?” she asked.

You shook your head. Her eyes glanced over the menu for a moment before dragging back to you. Her hand landed on your bare thigh, thumb brushing over your soft skin. You shivered, fighting against the impulse to press your legs together.

“I think you do,” she said, drawing closer to you until she was all you could see.

“Are you ready to order?”

You startled, jerking away from her to look up at the waiter. You looked down at your lap, not bothering to listen as Alex told him what you’d be having. You had to calm your heart. This wasn’t real. She was just playing a part. She didn’t feel the same way. No reason to get worked up over nothing.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” she said, tugging on the end of one of your curls.

You looked up at her. Her eyes had grown molten but the sex that had been rolling off her only moments ago had disappeared, replaced with concern.

“I suppose I’m not used to restaurants as nice as this,” you replied, “too many late night runs for burritos and meals consisting of instant ramen.”

“I remember those days,” she chuckled.

You reached out, lacing your fingers through hers, shifting yourself closer to her again. The smile on her face softened into something fond that had your heart beating faster than when her hand had been on your leg. Her arm was resting along the back of the seat, almost curling around your shoulders, fingertips brushing along your shoulder. You did shiver then, letting yourself press a little closer to her.

“Why do I doubt you were ever really bad enough with your money some days you had to choose which meal was the easiest to steal off someone else?” you asked.

“Are you just using me for a free meal?” You loved that smile on her, like the two of you were sharing a private joke.

“And a free place to sleep tonight,” you said.

“Sounds like I’m going to be getting lucky.” You didn’t know when her face had grown so close to you. You liked the way she was looking at you. You could quickly become addicted to it.

Her eyes darted up to something over your shoulder. The waiter was back, placing your food down, wine poured to compliment it. You felt yourself light up at what was placing in front of you.

“My favourite,” you said, looking at her.

“I know.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, soft and gentle. Her look of delight was enough to make your heart sing.

“Thank you,” you said, “for all of this.”

“I have to spoil my special girl,” she replied, voice surprisingly husky.

“So that I can spoil you later?” you asked, widening your eyes in mock innocence.

“Is that what you’re going to do, sweet girl?” She picked up her fork, shifting her attention off you.

You lent forward, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. She ignored you until your lips brushed against the shell of her ear.

“Imagine I said something about seeing the lingerie I’m wearing underneath my dress just for you,” you murmured, too quiet for anyone but her to hear.

“Dirty girl,” she mumbled, eyes sweeping over your body again.

You felt a warmth flush move through your body, knowing that comment wasn’t for anyone’s ears but your own. You took a shaky breath and began eating as well.

And for a while it was easy to slip into the ruse of a date. Easy conversation, good wine, laughter. Soft touches, hands on your knee, fingers tangling. Kind smiles, sparkling eyes, shared warmth. It was the exact thing you’d dreamt about with this woman. The kind of romantic night you’d imagined over and over again. Your heart was fluttering the entire time.

The waiter cleared the plates and offered you dessert.

“Please?” you asked, pouting at her.

“Can we have a slice of the cheesecake with two spoons?” she asked the waiter, “and two coffees.”

“Of course.”

“How’d you find out I love cheesecake?” you asked.

“Believe it or not, I do pay attention to you,” she said, drawing closer to you, shifting until your bodies were practically pressed against one another.

You turned your body, shifting until one of your legs draped over hers. Your lip caught between your teeth again. She pushed your hair off your shoulder, her breath ghosting over the skin of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Laugh like I’ve just said something salacious to you,” she murmured, lips practically brushing against your earlobe.

You chuckled, a little self conscious, the flush on your cheeks not pretend. She drew back, just far enough to look in your eyes. Breath mingled together. Her eyes darkened as she looked down at your lips, still caught between teeth.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispered, “is that okay?”

“I’ll have to reprimand you if you don’t,” you breathed.

You were surprised by the heat in her kiss. She stole your breath, her hand coming up to curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place. You moaned when her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, her tongue soothing over it before there was a sting. Her tongue brushed against yours and you were ready to fall to your knees at her alter.

Your own hand slipped under her blazer, seeking out her waist, wondering if you could get closer to her. Her other hand landed on your thigh again, thumb brushing the hemline of your dress, flirting with the possibility of dipping under.

“So sorry.”

You made a small whining noise as she pulled away, looking up at the waiter over your shoulder. She looked back, her thumb running along your bottom lip.

“All that pretty lipstick ruined,” she said, “I’m sorry, darling.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for a kiss like that,” you replied, offering her a small smile.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been together?”

You both looked up at the waiter still hovering at the side of the table. His hands were clasped in front of his body and he was smiling down at you.

“Three and a half years,” you replied, “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You looked back at her. There was such tenderness in her gaze.

“You seem to still be so in love,” he said, “I’m hoping to find that.”

“I’m sure you will,” you replied, feeling the way Alex’s fingers dug in just a little harder in your thigh.

“I’m beginning to think so too. Enjoy your dessert.”

He slipped through the tables, disappearing back into the kitchen. You turned, catching the look Alex was giving you.

“I plan on enjoying something,” you said, winking at her.

She chuckled, scooping up a bite of the cheesecake.

“Open up,” she commanded.

You did what she asked, closing your lips around the spoon placed in your mouth. She slowly pulled it from between your lips, eyes darkening again. You moaned at the taste, enjoying the way there seemed to be a flush growing high on her cheeks.

“Good?” she asked, voice low again.

“Sorry, I’m just going to have to propose to this cheesecake,” you said after swallowing.

“Three and a half years and you leave me for a dessert,” she laughed, “I should have never brought you here.”

She stole a bite of her own of the cheesecake, eyes closing in bliss. You watched as her tongue darted out, catching a stray crumb on her lower lip and the fire within you ignited again. You were still able to feel that tongue brushing against your own.

“Never mind,” she said, “I’m leaving you for the cheesecake.”

“How about we share?” you suggested, “I hear throuples are all the rage these days.”

“Deal.”

You weren’t expecting the chaste kiss but you also weren’t complaining about it. The only disappointment was when she moved back from you. You traded bites of the dessert and slowly drank your coffee, Alex continually glancing over your shoulder at the waiter, keeping eyes on his movement. You kept leaning closer and closer to her until it was time to go. She signalled to your waiter, bringing him over.

“Could we have the cheque please?” she requested.

“Of course.”

You giggled into her ear, her fingers slowly trailing up and down your back. When he returned he tapped the front.

“I’ve uh, left you a little something in there.”

Alex opened it and you glanced down, finding a Polaroid of something you definitely hadn’t wanted to see. Scrawled on the bottom was a phone number. He was hovering, just a few steps away, as if hoping to gauge your reactions.

“Well, that is certainly him,” you said.

“Yes, definitely the one we’re looking for,” she murmured.

From there it was easy enough to finish up. She placed the money on the table as Morgan arrived to arrest the man. She slipped the photo over to JJ who wrinkled her nose when she looked it over. The four of you escorted him out under the watchful gazes of the restaurant guests, ignoring his protests.

His confession came quick once he was seated in a police cell, talking to Morgan. Standing on the other side of the glass, arms wrapped around yourself, you felt disgusted at the words he was saying. Just another man feeling entitled to a woman’s body, angry at queer women for removing men from the equation completely. You didn’t even see Alex until later, once you were already back at the hotel, Hotch having made the call it was too late to fly back home by that point.

Showered and in your pyjamas, you were sitting on your bed, the TV playing quietly in the background as you stared out over the city. You had to keep trying to calm your heart and remind it that Alex had been playing a part, undercover, that none of it was real and it didn’t matter how much you’d enjoyed being hers for the evening.

A knock sounded quietly on your door. You got up, tugging on your shorts, trying to make them a bit longer for company. You peeked through the peep hole, not sure what you were expecting. The answer still left you confused.

“Hi.”

“Can we talk?” Alex asked.

You help the door open wider for her, letting her in to your room. She walked in, her back to you as she stood in the middle of the room. She turned with the quiet click of the door closing, her arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s pretty late,” you said when it became clear she wasn’t going to say anything.

“We can do this later if you want to sleep,” she said, stepping forward as if about to leave again.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, stopping her with both hand on her shoulders.

“It’s…” she trailed off and you watched her eyes trail down your body again, throat bobbing as she swallowed.

“For a master linguist, you seem to be having some problems with your words, Doctor Blake,” you said, giving her a half smile so she knew you were teasing.

“Don’t.” Her eyes squeezed shut, “don’t call me that.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it too much,” she whispered, “when you say it.”

“Alex, look at me.”

She opened her eyes, looking unsure of herself. You tried to give her a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you come see me?” you asked.

“To…” she trailed off, “oh fuck it.”

She tugged you to her, one hand splaying on your lower back, the other tangling in your hair until your head was tilted up to her. Your breath caught as her lips pressed against yours, insistent and needy. Your own hands slid around your shoulders until your arms were wrapped around her and you could press yourself against her without restraint. She hummed into your mouth, keeping you pressed against her as her tongue swept in, making you lose all thoughts from your head beyond the feeling and taste of her.

She pushed you back until you were stumbling towards the large bed. You fell backwards, squealing into her mouth, pulling her with you. Her answering chuckle had a heat spreading through you. You kissed her again, turning that chuckle into a soft sigh.

She shifted until her knees were either side of your hips. You gripped them, tight enough to leave bruises as she kissed you so thoroughly there was nothing but her. Her hair fell around your faces, like a curtain blocking out the rest of the world.

Her lips trailed down your neck and you arched up, seeking her out. You gasped her name when you felt the scrape of her teeth, the flick of her tongue. She sucked on your pulse point, hands beginning to skim down your body.

“Wait,” you gasped, “wait, wait, wait.”

She drew back, sitting back, her weight comfortable on your pelvis. Her eyes were bright and her lips were kiss swollen but there was worry marring her features. You reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her skin.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“What’s… what’s going on here?” you asked, trying to catch your breath.

“I should have asked first,” she said.

“Asked what?” You blinked, not sure what was going through her brain.

“To kiss you.”

“Alex.” Your voice turned gentle as you sat up, shifting her to sit beside you, “tell me what’s going on in there.”

She bowed her head. You ducked your head to look her in the eyes, placing your hands over hers to stop the way her fingers were tapping against one another.

“I really enjoyed pretending to be your girlfriend,” she replied, “more than I should have.”

“You did?”

She looked over at you, bottom lip caught between teeth. She gave a slow nod. You couldn’t stop the grin spreading over your face.

“Thank god I wasn’t the only one,” you said, a small laugh at the end of your sentence.

“What?”

“Alex, you must be the only one on the team who doesn’t know about the massive crush I have on you,” you said, still laughing, “Morgan called it within the first five minutes of my meeting you.”

“The first five minutes?”

“And tonight you were just driving me crazy in all the best ways,” you said, “the way you were touching me? I was ready to ignore the rest of the team and just demand you bring me back here.”

“I can’t imagine anyone not giving in to the impulse to touch you in that dress,” she said.

“Oh, you liked it did you?” you asked, swinging your leg over her body to straddle her lap.

“Honey, I loved it,” she said, fingers beginning to trail over the bare skin of your thighs.

“What did you love so much about it?” you asked, brushing her hair back. She inhaled sharply when your lips pressed to the soft spot on the underside of her jaw.

“Well, I thought the colour was very pretty on you,” she said, head tilting back to give you better access.

“And?” you asked.

“And I especially enjoyed how.” She made a small noise in the back of her throat when your teeth scraped along her skin, “how low cut it was.”

“Mmm I hoped you’d like that,” you murmured, “anything else?”

“I like being able to get my hands on these legs.” Her fingers dug in, that damned thumb running over your skin again, “I like these shorts too.”

You kissed her again, swallowing her moans as your fingers tangled in her hair, gently tugging. The feeling of her hands on your bare skin was making you squirm, her thumb brushing higher and higher, finding the soft skin of your inner thigh. You whined.

“How about I take you on a real date?” she murmured against your lips, “just us, no team listening in, no unsub to find.”

Your kiss was answer enough.

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 reposting from my other story in case yall don't read that one, but; Wow, I've been gone for two whole weeks without a word. That is totally my bad, guys. If you're by chance wondering why I've been MIA I'm just going to say sickness and seasonal depression and hope that explains enough. lol Nonetheless, my pretties xoxo 18+, MDNI

41- Wrapping Willies and Getting Silly

After years of practice of moving in complete darkness, Jason eventually found confidence in it. When no one could see you there were no worries about what deformities you had or what mistakes you made. Maybe that’s where he got the confidence boost to take nearly every article of clothing off your body while looking at your face. Something he knew for sure he couldn’t do in the light. 

Either way, the sensation of it all had every single nerve in his body on edge with excitement. 

Your hand left his shoulder, and, despite not even being able to see what you were doing, he could hear the fabric of your underwear slowly slide against your legs as you wiggled out of them. Then, your fingers slowly traced from his shoulder back down to his hands. 

“Move this way,” Your command was soft, almost delicate. 

Your free hand wrapped around Jason’s hip as you sat up. With ease, you switched your positions, having him lay back as you laid on him. Satisfied, you asked if he was okay, and Jason couldn’t have said yes faster.

Your hunger for him was given away by your feverish kisses, pressing passionate lines from his lips to every scar on his body. You were making a map of him, something you had yearned to do for so long. The scars felt different against your lips than the rest of his skin. Some of them were softer and others not so much. Jason whimpered at certain ones, but with little light, it was hard to determine if they were good or bad. 

“Are you okay,” You asked, lips pressing into his collarbone. “Am I going too fast?”

Jason’s hand came up on your sides, gliding up under your breasts and then back down to your ass. “I’m okay. Keep going.”

“Are you—”

“Please.”

Jason sounded desperate, and you decided to be brave. Slowly, you moved your kisses further down his body until you felt the hairs above his cock brush your nose. Jason’s breath hitched in his throat, and he made an audible gasp. You were proud of the response. 

Taking his hard cock in your hand, you gave it a pump before experimentally putting your lips against the leaking tip. Jason bucked his hips forward at the sensation, surprising you. 

“Sorry, sorry,” He gasped out. “I didn’t mean…”

Before he could finish, you took the weeping tip into your mouth, sucking gently before taking more of him into your mouth inch by inch. It could have been the hunger or those gorgeous pathetic moans from him for him that pushed you, but either way, you were taking his cock to the hilt. You listened intently since you couldn’t see him, soaking in each and every delicious sound, one right after the other. 

He tasted almost sweet, and you found it fitting. A man as kind as him, it should have been obvious. His cock twitched in your mouth like crazy, letting you know that you’re doing something right. When you pull back up, letting off his tip with an audible pop, you tried to squint through the darkness at him. Still, you couldn’t see anything but his outline. The only way you knew he was there was by his hands on your arms and his moans. 

“Jason,” You say, taking a moment to kiss his thigh. “Talk to me, honeybee.”

“I was so close,” He whined. 

Smiling, you pressed one more kiss to the tip of his cock before crawling back up to feast on his lips again. He welcomed it despite the bitterness of his orgasm vanishing. 

“Can I turn on a light, or open the curtains,” You asked. “I’d like to see you.” 

Jason’s heart fumbled in his chest. He was comfortable with the lights off, especially since he knew he couldn't look you in the eyes when you two were this intimate.  And he didn’t know how to explain why he liked them off without ruining the whole mood. 

“We don’t have to, Jason,” You said after he took too long to answer. “If you’re more comfortable like this for now then that’s fine. Just do me a favor and tell me to stop the moment you want. I can’t see you to know what you’re thinking.”

“I will,” He whispered. 

“Promise?” You said and patted around for his hand. 

You found it and nudged your pinky against his. Smiling, Jason hooked them together. “Promise.”

“Good,” You said before moving. 

Jason heard you feel around the bed, patting the pillow and even accidentally his face, before finding the nightstand. Your hand smacked against the wooden top until you found the drawer. 

“What are you looking for?” Jason asked, lightly biting at the arm against his chest that was supporting you. 

You huffed before answering, “A condom. Ever heard the phrase wrap your willy before you get silly?”

Jason chuckled. “Not from anyone who wanted to get laid.” He ran a hand over your ass then added, “plus, don’t worry, I have one in my belt. I always carry one in case of emergencies.”

You snorted. “Emergencies?”

“Ya know, for the people who need to wrap their willies—” Despite the darkness, you could just hear the shit-eating grin on that pretty face.

“Ha-ha,” You sarcastically laughed. “Put it on.”

Jason, never one to deny you anything, did as you commanded. He slipped it on before sliding in next to you. And you were ready for him. You moved him below you, straddling his waist as you took full advantage of the power you had over him. Yet, he couldn’t let you have all the fun. 

Inch by inch, his hands rounded your thighs until his right hand rubbed over your lower half. He heard your breath hitch in your throat then let out a sigh as his fingers ghosted over the inside of your thighs. When his hand curiously caressed your folds, you shuddered against him with a whine. His fingers dipped between them, stroking slowly until he found exactly what he was looking for. 

He listened to your reaction as he circled your clit, and when you let out a choked sound he paused. “Are—are you okay?”

You huffed as you reached between your bodies to push his hand against you. “Perfect, honeybee. I’m perfect. Keep going.”

Jason smiled at you with such happiness that, if you could see him, you would have thought he won the lottery. Your reaction sent butterflies in his stomach. He continued his languid rounds on your clit until you were mumbling broken, incoherent words. 

Jason was fucking reveling in it. 

You felt swollen and wet against his fingers, and his cock throbbed because that was because of him. 

Then, just as he was about to explore his way down to your entrance, you managed out, “I want you inside me. Please.”

Jason nearly came right then. “I didn’t—” The words died on his lips when he felt your eyes on him. “Okay.”

“Do you want me to top?” You asked, reluctantly pulling yourself off his hand. 

“Please.” Jason wasn’t sure he could be on top and still retain the confidence the darkness gave him. He acknowledged that he was a strong guy, and was worried that he would hurt you unintentionally. One of the reasons you had been on top this entire time. 

Your lips met his again before asking, “You still good to keep going?”

Jason leaned into the palm of your hand that he brought up to caress his cheek and nodded. Pressing one more kiss to his lips, you moved. 

He could feel you move down his legs, adjusting your position so you hovered right over his cock. Somehow, it surprised him when your fingers gingerly wrapped around it to align it at your entrance. As you teased him, letting him poke and prod at you, he could feel how hot you were. When you lowered yourself slowly onto his cock, Jason threw his head back and cried out. Amidst the new sensation of you wrapped around him, he heard you let out a long, satisfied moan that you had to be holding in. 

Sinking down on his cock was nothing short of near ecstasy for you. 

He’d had sex before, but nothing like this. He loved you—trusted you, and that made the feeling of being so fucking close to you taste sweeter. When you were at the hilt of his cock, Jason gripped your thighs as he adjusted to the warmth and tightness of you. Somewhere in between, he thought he managed to gasp out your name. 

“You okay?” You said breathlessly. 

Jason nodded before remembering you couldn’t see him. “Amazing.” It wasn’t exactly an answer to your question, but it perfectly described how he felt. 

Satisfied with his answer, you ground your hips against him. Jason wanted to move, to buck up into you with relentlessness, but the sounds you made as you pleased yourself on his cock convinced him that he needed to let you take everything. 

Your hands moved across his chest, groping every part of his body that you could. Jason copied you as he groped your breasts before his hands fell down over your inner thighs. It took a second since he couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but when his thumb brushed against your clit you nearly fell forward. Luckily, you managed to catch yourself and put both of your palms flat against his pecs. 

He felt warm, sweaty, and fucking hot. You could have told yourself it couldn’t get better than this, but the skin-smacking against-skin sound that echoed throughout the room had your insides on fire.

“Yes,” You sighed. “Keep doing that.”

Jason shifted beneath you and you clamped your thighs over his hips with a squeal. He’d hit that one spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back into your head. Jason bucked his hips up almost as if he could read your mind. The feeling of restraint he was desperately holding on to quickly started to disappear. It felt so good—you felt so good. 

When he started to buck into you, your voice echoed off the walls of your bedroom. You tried saying something, but with your panting and the way Jason’s cock was filling you so damn well it was impossible. 

Jason’s fingers rubbed against your clit as he abused your g-spot with his cock, and you weren’t too far from coming. Still, you tried holding on longer when you heard him whine desperately. Leaning down, you kissed him as you met his thrusts. 

Jason gasped and broke the kiss. “Fuck.”

“I know,” you panted out. “I'm gonna come, too.”

Just as the words left your mouth you cried out again, making sounds that Jason had never heard from you before. You clenched around him, and Jason knew he rather die than let go of your body. Slowing down, he continued to fuck up into your pussy until your body was shaking.

“Jason,” You called as you fell forward onto his chest. 

As he thrust up, he held your hips against his, letting out a low groan before stilling. His lips found yours again, kissing them so feverishly it almost felt like he hadn’t kissed you in ages. When the overstimulation started to kick in, Jason was slow to pull out of you. He did it inch by inch, almost teasing you, and your toes curled at the sensation. 

“Oh fuck,” You breathed. 

Jason huffed let out a chuckle and agreed with you. Lazily, you slowly slid off his body until you were on your back next to him, breathing heavily alongside him. He wasn’t too sure what to do next, because before it was really just sex. It was a clear-cut process that had little to no strings attached. 

He lay there frozen with sweaty skin, jumbled thoughts, and anxiety as he tried to figure out what to do. 

Suddenly, with a long, tired groan you reached up and switched on the lamp. The moment the warm light touched his skin, he felt more naked than he already was. He was a mess in the aftermath and terrified of what you would think. Jason preferred to be a disaster in the dark. 

When you looked over at him, fear doubled down in his chest. Your eyes wandered over him with no shame, drinking up every hickey, drop of sweat, scar, and whatever you had left on him. 

What you said next was soft, and Jason, for once, let himself believe your compliment. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight than you right now, Jason Todd.”

Jason smiled and knew he’d keep the lights on next time.

[velvetvexations]

Okay okay this happened like months ago but it's been stuck in my brain ever since and I GOTTA complain about it to someone: remember back when that one youtube video about HRT came out and while other kinds of trans were on the writing team there was a lack of trans women and so they were kind of wrong about estrogen? And there was massive backlash about how transmisogynistic the whole thing was and how dangerous it was and how it misinforms people about HRT.

A post I saw a lot of on here at the time went something like, "this is the same as if they were writing about pregnancy and only had cis men on the writing team and completely ignored women speaking out". Which. Like. Girl,,,,, there were other genders of trans person on the writing staff. I'm not gonna excuse the being wrong about estrogen part but this is really seriously Not The Same and making that comparison really uh. Really. Shows your whole ass.

I have not been able to get over it I have puzzled over this bullshit post and malded whenever it got put on my dash I have had this stupid thing living in my OCD rent free for months now what do you MEAN it's like cis men were writing about pregnancy with no female voices are you ignoring the rest of the HRT information included or does that just not matter? Why is an imperfect attempt to explain HRT to the layperson that does not adequately cover the breadth of the trans experience comparable to a room full of cis men writing about pregnancy.

Yes there should have been a trans woman in the writing team that was an egregious mistake but frankly comparing other trans people writing about their HRT and inadequately covering estrogen is not the same as Cis! Men! Mansplaining pregnancy! and the comparison really reads to me like the only HRT that matters to the poster is estrogen. Because cis men (other genders of trans people) don't understand pregnancy (HRT) and can't understand pregnancy (HRT) and thus have the true knowledge of it, so not including (trans) women in your discussion of pregnancy (HRT) is fundamentally misrepresenting what pregnancy (HRT) is.

Also I am mildly skeeved by the pregnancy comparison to begin with because. Y'know. Trans Men can get pregnant. Trans men CAN speak on pregnancy. Being denied from spaces for pregnancy care is a major problem for pregnant trans men. Not being able to speak about our pregnancies and the struggles they cause is in fact a huge issue.

(As an aside I really wonder what the people who say transandrophobia doesn't exist would call corrective impregnation to force a detransition. Regular transphobia? But that's fundamentally not an experience perisex trans women are capable of having. Is regular transphobia just All Transphobia Ever or is it the transphobia that all trans people experience? If regular transphobia is All Transphobia Ever then why would there be a need to distinguish the intersection of transphobia and misogyny to identify the types of transphobia unique to trans women? If regular transphobia is instead the forms of transphobia experienced by all trans people, why is there pushback against other genders putting labels to their own intersectional overlap with transphobia to distinguish marginalizations that other trans people don't experience?)

Yeah, like. It's ideal to have people with as much experience possible but I don't think people realize how weird and complicated it would be if no one could ever educate people about things they don't have direct, first-hand experience with. In this case, someone made a massive error that a trans woman in the same position probably wouldn't have, but to act like a trans person talking about estrogen is as removed from the issue as cis men are from pregnancy is wild.

[queentheweeb]

Fumikage Tokoyami X Shy Male Reader

"What a mad banquet of darkness." You glanced over at Tokoyami to try and figure out what was throwing him off that he needed to say that. Dark Shadow was out relaxing on his shoulder looking at the paper that was on the desk. You figured it had to be the math worksheet that was given out by Ecto-sensei. Why was trigonometry important? What in the actual hell do we need Logs for? When? How? WHO IS GOING TO USE IT?

"A-are you o-okay Tokoyami?" They both looked at you at the same time probably shocked that you even talked to them first. Not like you were shocked yourself, you usually don't say anything but for some reason seeing your crush struggle didn't sit well with you.

"...Well this trigonometry worksheet that Ectoplasm-Sensei gave us is quite challenging and I cannot understand the meaning behind Questions 1-4. The rest I did understand though." He blinked staring at you waiting for you to respond while you were going through a gay panic. 

"I-I can h-help if you want." Took you long enough to get those six words out you bumbling buffoon. He tilted his head a bit at you considering before scooting over his chair to make room for you. You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat as you tried your best to explain the problems to him. You were trying your best to not look at him just in case you made a fool of yourself once more. Your peripherals, however, were betraying you-the bastards- of giving you a view of his sleek black hair- or was it feathers?- and his wide red eyes that were concentrated on the paper in front of him. Dark Shadow luckily was occupied with bothering him and messing around in his book bag and wasn't aware of your ogling.  You wonder if his hair-feathers?- were as soft as they looked.

"L/N-kun" You jumped your mind focusing on the object of your affection who was staring at you unblinkingly. Damn it you hate when he does that. He makes it so much harder to decipher his emotions and what he's thinking. Oh God did he catch you looking at him?

"Y-yes Tokoyami-kun?" One of these days you were going to break out of your shell and maybe talk to him more and ask him on a date. Too bad that day was not today.

"I just wanted to know if they were right or if I have to wallow in my failure." If you were anyone else you would have been put off by his choice of words but he was just Tokoyami and that's how he is. 

"L-let me look f-for you." You were trying your best to control your stuttering but he just made it come out so easily that he makes it seem all your speech therapy went to waste. You carefully looked through his answers thoroughly checking each answer completely unaware of the conversation that your favorite bird was having with his quirk.

'I swear on everything I love Fumi-kun if you don't tell him I will."

"Now why would you go and make a mockery of us" Tokoyami felt Dark Shadow huff in frustration at him

"Listen you fool, you will be surprised if you tell him. You don't even have to tell him outright that you like him! Just ask him out on a date to that ice cream parlor Me and you both know he loves frozen treats!" Dark Shadow let out a little squawk at the end which meant he was serious about what he was saying and he did have a point

"....You make a valid statement. Don't get smug about it! There is still a possibility of him saying no and if he does I am never going to ask him again and I'm just going to wallow in my black tears and sorrow."

"Shut up, you dramatic ass."

You were still completely unaware of the little dispute the occupant next to you had as you finished checking his classwork. You tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention and he turned to you humming lightly as you gave back his work. "You got them all right this t-time. Great work Tokoyami-k-kun." You wanted to slam your face into the desk. Really Y/N! Of all the things that could have possibly been said you had to say the most awkwardest thing in the world? The more Tokoyami stared at you the redder you turned and the stronger the feeling of wanting the floor to swallow you whole grew.

"Ask him now or I will."

"Are you insane? I just can't ask that out of the blue."

"5...4...3...2..."

"FINE!"

"I have a question to ask you L/N-kun." You stared at Tokoyami tilting your head to the side a bit confused and curious at the same time. What could he possibly want from you? "...If you are not too busy after school...would you want to go...to the ice cream parlor? It would be my treat." Your brain is short-circuited. He wants to do what with who??

"....M-m-m-me?" You weren't being loud but it still caught you off guard. He wanted to be seen with you. He wanted to go somewhere with you and he was talking about paying like it was a date.

"Yes, I am talking about you L/N-kun. Of course, you can decline if you are busy or do not wish to go with me." "I told you he was going to freak out and say no"

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch."

Tokoyami resisted the urge to snort at that while patiently waiting for your answer not realizing you were screeching internally while simultaneously going through a gay panic times three.

"Y-yes...I would lo- I mean like! I would l-like to go with you..." You were trying not to hyperventilate out of pure excitement that this was truly happening. Tokoyami just asked you out to go get ice cream. Just the two of you. He was offering to pay for everything too. 

"I will wait for you outside the dorms after school then." Tokoyami gave a small smile turning in his seat and you did the same thanking God that Ecto chose that time to continue the lesson. You needed something to take your mind off of what just happened before you exploded and started prancing around like some sort of high idiot. Tokoyami was no better off than you but he was able to school his features and hide it despite his inner monologue going a mile a minute and his heart just about beating out of his chest. He caught Shoji looking at him giving him a thumbs up and he subtly stuck his tongue out at him. The rest of the day went by uneventfully and Fumi found himself waiting patiently outside the dorms dressed casually. Back to you now you were tugging at your clothes hoping it wasn't too much or too little. You were wearing black skinny jeans with black combat boots accompanied by a chain. You wore a band t-shirt with a flannel over it and a beanie. You licked your lips the tip of your new tongue piercing poking out. You had just gotten it yesterday and honestly, you were shocked you were bold enough to get it. Definitely stepped out of your comfort zone with that one. You glanced at the time and hurried to meet Tokoyami knowing he was waiting for you. Just as you suspected he was waiting for you. He took notice of you and nodded his head as you both walked in comfortable silence. You both were walking with practically no space in between you and you so desperately wanted to close it. Feeling a bit risky you gently brushed your hands against his and were happy when he didn't pull away. You were a blushing mess not looking his way but you continued to brush your hands together trying to give a hint. Your heart jumped for joy when he grabbed yours and you shyly looked at him and were pleased to see that his hair-feathers?- was ruffled up a bit and he was looking straight ahead. You guys made it to the ice cream parlor and true to his word he paid for both of you guys as you found a quiet spot in the corner for the two of you to sit and talk for a bit. 

"Thanks for taking me out..." You said fuck it and were going to go for it. He did all of this and held your hand you were going to think of this as a date.

"The pleasure is mine. I believe it is only fair that you choose the next spot for our next date." You choked on your ice cream a bit before grinning sheepishly and chuckling nervously.

"W-well I h-have some place in mind." You were doing so well why were you stuttering again? You chuckled again when he said nothing but stared at you.

"Good to know that we both are on the same page then." Was he talking about you guys being boyfriends? "Yes, I mean that we both are boyfriends now." You laughed openly this time in pure glee. "Okay, I do not mean to peer but is that a tongue ring?" He sounded both curious and surprised. You smiled this time at him sticking your tongue out at him to give him a view before pulling your tongue back in. 

"I was feeling bold when I got it yesterday for some reason." He hummed a reply as he ate his ice cream. 

"I like it." You looked at him blushing lightly but he refused to meet your eyes so you just shook your head looking down at your frozen treat loving the way your stomach had butterflies.

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Not sure if I like the ending.

[cevansbrat0007]

*clears throat and offers double chocolate chip cookies to GP Reader* Hello Mrs. Barber, I hope I am not being too forward in asking you these questions like I asked your dear husband last week. What are your favorite parts of your smokeshow husband's body and personality? And do you have any dating & relationship advice for this very introverted but very romance obsessed woman? Thank you so much for your time, you are like the cool aunties I've missed hanging out with.

Summary: It's Baby Girl's turn (also known as Mrs. Barber) to answer a few burning questions about her relationship with her husband, the infamous Andrew Barber. Written from Reader's POV.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Girl!Dad Andy Barber, Discussions of Fatherhood, Mentions of Oral Sex (Man Rec), Fingering (mentioned), Lloyd Evans-Drysdale, Punishments (mentioned), Spanking (mentioned), Fluff, Cursing, Minors DNI.

A/N: This installment of the A Growing Pains Interview Series also contains a brief reference to my fic, Handsy, where I first introduce Mr. Lloyd Evans-Drysdale. For more insight into Andrew Barber and his Baby Girl, please check out my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. ___

Hello! Finally, a question for me! I’m super excited, let me tell you. I believe we already know the ground rules with this…and I’ve sent Mr. Barber out of the room so we can all chat freely. I’ll show him this later. Maybe it’ll even earn me a reward. This girl right here has been on her best behavior this past week, which means no punishments!

You even have my promise to keep the hot streak going. Scouts honor, folks.

Let me start by saying that I love my sweet Andy Bear, and I am so unbelievably proud to call him my husband. He is by far the most amazing and brilliant man I’ve ever met. He’s also quite the menace, and I say that with all of the love. Whether we’re talking about his body or his mind, Andrew Barber is a fucking force, you guys. 

But at the end of the day, my man is foine as hell. Andrew is a luscious piece of ass wrapped in one big, well-proportioned package. And speaking of asses, have you seen his? You could bounce a quarter off that butt.

Quick fun fact: I tried it. It worked. So then I kept doing it. I even made a game of it which actually took up the entire day.

Although, the kids kept asking why Mama was “throwing money” at Daddy. So, I just made up some story about Daddy being forgetful and leaving his coins around the house, which meant that I had to try to put it back in his pocket for him.

But I had to be careful, because I didn’t want him to feel bad about being so darn forgetful. Worked like a dream. I mean, our beautiful Barber Babies bought that tale hook, line, and sinker. Even BiBi! She seemed suspicious, but then I caught her offering Andy one of her little wallets just in case he needed it. 

He was so touched by her gesture that he did eventually accept it. And then went out and bought her another one, complete with a matching piggy bank. Well, it was more of a llama bank – which also happens to be her favorite animal. Where he found it, I have no idea.  

Can I just deviate from the physical for a second to talk about what a wonderful father this man is? It’s not always about the big, grand gestures with us. In reality, it’s about the small, more intimate moments. Yes, our house is chaotic at times. We have four children under nine-years-old, so chaos kind of comes with the territory. 

And he handles it spectacularly – even when he fucks up. Now that might sound a bit harsh, but if I’ve learned anything from this whole parenting gig, it’s that you will fuck up sometimes. And we both do it, but he’s a wonderful partner who strives to be the best Dad he can possibly be. 

I love watching him with our children. He’s so protective and encouraging. He reads to them every night, takes them on “camping trips” in the backyard, and coaches pretty much every sport they’re involved in. I don’t quite get the whole camping business – I don’t do nature, or bugs – but apparently the kids do.

And they love that stuff. We don’t stay out all night, but we set up tents and tell stories and enjoy campfire snacks. Everyone stays up well past bedtime and my sweet little A.J., who takes after his father in so many ways, keeps me safe from “dah buggies” by sitting in my lap. See, Andy told him that bugs scared me, so it was up to them to keep me safe. Which is exactly what he does. 

Lord, help me when he grows up. I don’t know if I have it in me to live with two Andrew Barbers. But I guess I’ll just have to keep them, won’t I?

Oh! And in case you didn’t already know, Andy is also amazing company at tea parties. Katrina and Rory threw one the other day. They had me deliver a special, handmade invitation and everything. He picked out a suit, brought cookies from the local bakery, and even sat in a chair that was much too small for his bulky frame to be comfortable. 

But he did it all for his girls without so much as a fuss. 

I snuck a peek and nearly melted on the spot. And when we finally got a moment to ourselves, you can be damn sure that I got down on my knees with the quickness and sucked the soul out of my Big Man’s body. 

He didn’t fully understand why until I explained it to him later, but he also wasn’t complaining either. That man is the most delicious mouthful you could ever imagine. Mr. Barber is, eh, very well endowed. But I’ve also had ages to refine my technique. 

And he is always more than willing to let me practice. It’s actually very kind of him. That man has the patience of a saint – unless I’m deepthroating him. But otherwise his stamina is pretty top notch.

That aside, Andrew Barber is so completely and utterly devoted to me and this amazing little family we’ve built together that sometimes I get overwhelmed just thinking about it. I’ve never been loved so thoroughly or so deeply before. 

If I’m being honest, and I am, it actually used to scare me. And sometimes it still does if I let it. But I also accept my handsome ogre for who he is – the same way he accepts me for who and what I am.

Meaning that I’m a fucking brat, which I am through and through. It’s not my fault. My husband brings it out of me even when I least expect it. It might have something to do with that cocky grin of his, or that arrogant swagger he walks around with from time to time.

It makes me want to wreak havoc in new and inventive ways on a weekly, if not daily, basis. Andy knows this, of course. He claims he knew I was a brat from our very first date. I still have no idea what he means by that, so whatever. I just let him think what he wants. 

But we have fun together. And the things we do, the games we play…

It keeps things spicy. I guess you could say that it’s really Andy’s mind that turns me on. Couple that with his dominant and possessive nature and hot damn! Sometimes it can be a bit much to manage, but this girl doesn’t mind being slung over an impressive man’s broad shoulder every now and again.

I enjoy being manhandled. If it’s with the right man, that is. And Andrew Barber is definitely more than enough man for me. 

Anyway, I think that’s all I’ve got for now. As for your question about advice…hm. I would encourage you to just be yourself. 

But also, and I know this is much easier said than done, try to make yourself step outside your comfort zone. I’m saying go crazy or anything, but it might be worth taking a small risk here and there. Occasionally it’s okay to make the first move – even if you find that idea terrifying. 

With Andrew…I made the first move. Of course he tells it differently, and yes he may have seen me first, but I made the first move. Which was something that I had never done before. And I was so unbelievably nervous. At the time I found it so strange to be drawn to a person like that, especially with someone who possesses such an intimidating aura. 

But being just a little brave is ultimately what led me to the love of my life. Don’t get me wrong. My palms were sweaty and my legs felt kind of like jello, but I just felt like I had to try. 

And to this day, I’m so glad that I did. Because it means that I get to live my own love story. And while it’s not all a bed of roses, because we do have our problems, I do firmly believe that I’ve found my other half. And it’s because we continue to take a chance on one another and the bond that we’ve built every single day. 

Whatever you believe in, things happen for a reason. And when you find your person, you’ll know. They will accept you for who you are and will work hard to love you the way you need to be loved.

Just take a deep breath and have a little faith. Take a chance. Take a risk. But don’t settle for anybody, man or woman, who refuses to see your worth, girlfriend. You’re much too special for that. 

Signing off with love – Mrs. Barber 

P.S. I’ll be your cool Aunty all day long, boo! I’m always here if you need something or if you have more questions. Andy Bear and I screen these things together, but nothing is really off limits with us. And I will always happily take advantage of any opportunity to gush about the love of my life. Even if he is a menace. 

P.S.S. I also forgot to mention that I love Andy’s hands. You know in romance novels where they write about the hero having perfect hands with long, nimble fingers sporting just the right amount of callousness? That’s him. And not only that, but my Big Man’s fingers are absolute magic. Or instruments of torture. Depends on the day, really. 

By the way, my husband has the most delightfully one-sided rivalry with my favorite Hollywood actor, Lloyd Evans-Drysdale. It’s so funny! But the other day, I pulled up this interview where Lloyd cracked this eyebrow-raising joke about “all of his fingering being accurate” and watched it in bed right next to Andy. And then I may or may not have made some comment about how some men ought to be more like him [Lloyd Evans-Drysdale] and maybe take some notes. 

My husband didn’t like that. I got in sooo much trouble for it too. I mean, if you consider being held down, spanked, and then fucked within an inch of my life trouble. 

Completely worth it.

And in case you’re wondering, the answer is yes. All of Andy’s fingering is incredibly accurate in its own right. Even more so than Lloyd’s. And this girl has had more than enough orgasms to back him up. 

Also, Andy would probably also like me to mention that he is, in fact, taller than my movie star crush. And that he’s never had to wear a lace-front wig because his hairline isn’t receding. My sweet man can be a bit of a mental patient, but I do love him...

So, I guess I'll just have to put up with it. For now. Thank goodness he's cute.

___

[mahoushoujotechsupport]

episode 7 - shall we gundam. probably my 2nd fav episode of the 1st cour right after ep 11

we start off with peil ceos admitting to vim and sarius that yes pharact is a gundam and oh no oops we did something illegal. that call out on vim, i wonder if it's about his initial assassination attempt on delling and like... how is his shit just being broadcast out to everyone?

after showing that perhaps he has a stronger moral compass, sarius seems to be on board with peil and jeturk on something needed to be done with regards to delling

cut to the OP and we finally have our first OP change with the lfrith ur and thorn ominuosly silhouetted behind delling

in sulemio relationship development, we now have suletta actively helping miorine grow tomatoes

cute development only to go straight into suletta being worried about where the hell elan went after he stood her up and of course mio does not want to hear about that

so she defaults to talking about how the only thing she cares about is leaving to earth, which we all know as the audience that she very well could have done that weeks/months ago but didn't. cut to framing of a green tomato along with ripe tomatoes

i wonder if that's something they ever talked about. i feel like post-series sulemio would likely be the type of couple to share everything no matter how uncomfortable so yeah eventually it'd have come to light and we'd just have heart eyes suletta while apologizing or something

mio has a heart of gold looking back on this episode lmao like yeah suletta just wanted to see what the fuck happened but for mio this is someone who in her mind suletta is interested in

she makes it clear when the incubation party invites get sent out that they don't have to go (read: she doesn't want to go) and suletta seizes this as an opportunity to play detective and find out what in the world happened

thank you g witch for not turning this specific scene into stereotypical tsundere gets offended someone subtley said they have small boobs

oh shit lmao i am just now noticing that's the yoasobi collab demi trainer

miorine could've just had suletta go find elan herself, but she's going to help too

also no screenshot because i didnt want to reach the post image limit too soon but i like the scene before this one to really show off how much miorine hates the business world as she's explaining the incubation party to nika. the compliment she gets over being the top business student just completely disgusts her lmao

so like mannnn, how much of a gay baby was she for suletta that she just threw all that out the window and took on a whole ass company just to save suletta and her mobile suit

yeah yeah we know mio's tsun attitude is all a front because of the awful upbringing she's had but seeing it front and center like this is so depressing. like how much shit did she have to deal with from these rich fucks that at this point she can just wave them off like it's no big deal

so we find out here finally that miorine and shaddiq have a history, so to speak. to her, he's still really nothing because lets face it he never stepped up to the plate to so much as help her not deal with all the shit she's had on her plate throughout the years. i'm certain she wouldn't have married him, but i am sure miorine would be much more content with her life at the time suletta showed up if shaddiq had had been the friend he thought of himself as and actually acted as her shield. but *green tomato being snipped imagery* too little, too late

his comment here too is pretty insightful and if you don't know any better and take it as face value you'd think miorine is selfish but nah. who in the world would she have to help when no one's ever seen her as her own person and she's literally a prize to be won. and of course shaddiq as continues to be the case throughout series acknowledges its all thanks to suletta being suletta

at some point miorine must have looked back at this interaction and just absolutely fucking hated the trajectory her life took lmao

we're going to be a family

interesting that even though she's got the mask on, she pretty much immediately went to take a seat to continue their talk

one of the most interesting things to me about the initial meeting between miorine and prospera is prospera literally telling miorine to check her privilege lmao and like while she may be right that miorine is afforded all these things by virtue of being delling's daughter, it doesn't at all make everything he's done go away and it doesn't remove the actual neglect and trauma miorine's gone through

i remember reading posts about this scene and people just going off about evil, manipulative prospera but i think miorine literally had to internalize the fact that she has privilege despite the fact that yes she is also still subjected to forms of abuse. realizing that she can take that privilege and use it to her advantage is what lets the rest of the episode unfold. i'd also like to think that her looking more deeply and meaningfully into the privileges afforded to her as the daughter of the benerit group allowed her to later make an earnest attempt and becoming a true bridge between earthians and spacians

i honestly don't remember if we're supposed to know what he's referring to here or if this is just the introductory scene for the dawn of fold subplot lmao

oh suletta you're falling for it again

interesting to note that as peil ceos start their presentation, the frame pans to sarius clearly keeping an eye on delling for his reaction

evil evil ass shit for the space libertarians to just gang up on a clearly super naive teenager lol

also i'm pretty sure i'm gonna end up going past image limit so will likely need to have a part 2 for this episode

so to be continued in part for episode 7 because there's just too many good things here lol

[retphienix]

Due to my immense inactivity on the blog this is actually the first time I've really gotten to enjoy the expanded pic limit on posts ^^

No more 10 limits! Woo!

Anyways, this is REALLY cool to me.

I figured out it was a simulation pretty early on, but I had no idea on what was bothering the Atlas or what the significance of 16 was.

This reveal kicks ass in my opinion.

Backing up a moment, the existential stuff was adequate- usually I really latch onto those discussions but with the complete lack of mystery around my existence (I'm a computer simulation) my attitude instead shifts towards what makes free will matter in which case I'm left to just go "Call me fake all you want, I believe I'm real and so I am, end of discussion" but then Atlas keeps talking 🙄 lol

I did enjoy getting "reviewed" or whatever you'd like to call it.

I'm curious what other verdicts Atlas might have? If any.

Because I could easily see this answer being the only one- but it would appear there are what? 6~ possible answers?

I never really considered there to be much of a decision with Apollo- the dialogue there felt a lot more like "Say yes, or say no (yes)" but I guess I was wrong and I did have decisions to make there, hmm.

Regardless, I wonder what alternatives exist- but I rather like where mine landed.

I respect knowledge. I interfere. I am capable of catastrophes and miracles- or however they put it since I'm not scrolling up. I like that.

But screw all that! 16!!!

I AM STOKED over how 16 was explained here.

The one 'big' mystery in my eyes, beyond like, "What's the ending? What's the center do really?" was 16- because unlike those other questons- I had NO idea what 16 would refer to.

I have guesses- solid guesses- on the answers to the other questions!

I saw 16 and went "I have no idea what this means."

In retrospect, it was There. I could have inferred- but I simply did not!

And this reveal is SICK under those conditions- I had no idea what it meant and now it's granted me the SICKEST time limit possible- one in which I Can't Know How Long It Really Is since time works differently for me!

Maybe one of the cooler ways to do an infinite "Time limit" plot lol

Anyways I dug this.

[storiesofsvu]

Alright… season finale night! I am sat with my dinner and ready to GO!

I remember the promo for OG looking pretty good, so here’s hoping that sets the scene for tonight!

Okay, this starlet couple is giving taylor vibes… plus she says her fans can get a bit crazy and she’s had a stalker for years? Yeah… the writers are pulling from that here.. esp cause we already know the shooter was going for the DA so it's not like they're pulling from an actual case of the sports guy getting shot... lol

UGH I just remembered this is Kate’s last ep and now I’m sad (oh god I hope she doesn’t die…)

Man… if I’m ever a suspect I’m totally fucked cause I’m always just “uh.. I was at home… alone.” LOL.

Completely unrelated: I am freezing right now. WHY? It’s summer?! Its so warm outside!

Okay, I thought the find my phone app was only for apple? does android have a similar feature?

HOLY FUCK! SHAW IN THE WHITE TEE WITH THE VEST?! FUCK ME.

PLEASE! HE’S SO FUCKING HOT

“we’ll put eddie on the stand first thing tmr.” Yeah that bitch is gonna be dead.

Yup. Called it.

OHHkay, at least they mentioned a safehouse cause I was wondering why tf he wasn’t under protective custody

Can’t they just charge the guy for the murder of the sports dude and call it a day? Like, he’d go down for that for like what? 25 to life? (like, yeah I *get* *why* they want to prove that he was actually trying to kill the da, but like.. still)

OH MY GOD ESPECIALLY IF THERE’S SOME DEEP DARK SECRET HE HAS!!?? WTF??

Oh hot damn that is some fucking dirty laundry. And let me guess, her dad got the charges talked down….

Okay that wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been

THAT’S THE END OF THE EPISODE?!? DUDE.

Toronto:

Okay, that opening was actually pretty good and nearly hooked me in but I am making friendship bracelets and listening to swift as it plays so im not really paying attention. Lol.

Okay, affair. Sus.

LOL

My dumb ass saw a BTS pic of this opening scene and thought it was from a table read LOL.

“unknown subject” COME ON. You are not criminal minds guys!

K, im loving Velasco and Bruno being paired together, but it is just fueling this thurst…

What kind of person comes home to a dark apartment and doesn’t use their phone flashlight to get around?? Like, candles would not be my first instinct lol

“it’s our unsub” STOP IT! It’s been 25 years and you have always called them “perps” (yes, yes, I know it’s likely a common term among law enforcement –maybe?—but STILL). Like… on cm they have to explain the term to the locals, so this is just a CM fan on the writing team or something and I fucking hate it.

Velasco in yet another sweater that I am definitely stealing.

What happened to Lorraine Baxter? (that was her name, right?) did she step down after her husband died/was linked to a case? Cause I don’t think that was ever brought up but suddenly there’s a new person in her position?? (or was betty buckley just not available for this episode and they went lazy?)

OMG THE INSIDE OF A COURTROOM?? IT’S A MIRACLE.

Phoebe being out of town? Fin denied a beer from Velasco so he can go home and play video games all night.

Jfc. It’s been like 20 years since fin’s been shot. Ice out here earning his cheque this week.

KETO. LOL.

Bruh, olivia’s not gonna buy you fake ass story lol.

“if I say yes can I change the subject?” LOL.

Saw this in the promo and still fucking forgot it was going to happen.

WHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY are we still back with Maddy?!?

All the fans want is some actual family/found family shit WITH THE SQUAD. I don’t know a SINGLE person who has been happy to see any of the times maddy’s come back?

OHHHHHH IM DYING

BENSLERS???!! HOW ARE Y’ALL FEELING ABOUT OLIVIA GIVING AWAY THE FUCKING COMPASS??!! LOOOOOLLLLL

Like, I’m not the person for that ship, but they really have just been bating y’all all fucking season and FOR THAT?!

Oh HOLY SHIT we were actually given a phone call?! Now THAT was unexpected. Like, I GET it, having M or Chris guest starring on the other show would be such a fucking hassle when they have their own shows to run but like, just a hint of them trying to at least repair their friendship now that he’s been back in nyc for what? Like 3?4? years now? And there’s been nothing?? (im likely leaning more into this and being frustrated about it because ive been watching 1.0 again and seeing their dynamic and just how close and in sync they were all the time, like, even 10 years of radio silence there’s gotta be something there. I do get that if one or both had romantic feelings that it would feel like a bigger betrayal that would complicate upon reunion, but like, at the very least have them be besties working diff units please?)

Okay, that episode wasn’t great. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great. Definitely didn’t feel like a season finale…

OC time…

Eli’s gf has to be pregnant, there’s no other explanation imo

Okay now THIS feels like the start to a season finale!

I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!! I KNEW IT! LOOOL to Bernie just instantly knowing.

Family dinner sounds like a fantastic idea now that eli’s gf is knocked up and Elliot doesn’t know and joe’s running around being a literal criminal. I cannot wait to see this Bernie. (there’s no sarcasm there. I really hope it happens)

Does joe know/realize that elliot’s currently working this case? Like, that both of them could get killed when the fact that they’re brothers gets out? (okay we got through the commercial break, I forgot joe was all “I can be your informant” last ep! Goldfish brain!)

God I love Ayanna so much

Where are the rest of the stabler kids? Lol.

Eli out here seriously 100% following in elliots footsteps. Jeeze lol “family tradition” LOL yeah, having a kid right out of high school lololol

LOOOLL to jet starting to explain what a dm is to stabler lol

 Im pretty sure they’ve got vests on under their coats but I cant actually *see* any of them and that irks me and makes me nervous.

How is there only 5 minutes of this show left?! How are they ENDING a season like this?! Like this is an ongoing story, the main perp is still out there, on his way to CUBA and Joe is ON the plane with them…

Okay, OC was good, it felt like a season finale minus the Joe arc, I liked the summary of Elliot’s journey and how he’s been feeling and him visiting kathy’s grave at the end too to tell her about eli. Also love that he figured it out on his own that she was pregnant cause like.. dude had five kids, he’s bound to know pregnancy symptoms lol.

Honestly.. I think mothership was the best of the night!

Now we go back to season 3 and continue our rewatch over summer hiatus and pray to the gods that svu next season is better than the crap they’ve been feeding us.

Season 26 Wants:

-Curry & Sykes gone. (it doesn’t make sense for the politics/plot).

-Bruno to be upgraded to main cast

-A new female DETECTIVE who they’ll actually keep on for more than a season or two and we’ll get a good character arc out of her (bonus points for her being queer but we all know that’ll be the reason she disappears instantly) (also I don’t want her to be so fucking green. Make it so that she moved from another state/borough and has been working sex crimes for like, 5+ years already, someone that benson doesn’t need to babysit!)

-She could also be the sergeant if they move fin up to lieutenant and I think that’d be bad ass

-Rollins popping up more BUT, as Olivia’s friend, or a consult on a case with whatever her new job is

-More family/found family moments

-Maybe an actual court room scene once in a while, bring back some of our beloved defence attorneys and give Carisi something to DO for once

-Overall a bigger regular cast. S8/9 was PRIME for that kind of shit cause we had a captain, a sergeant, three to four detectives, an ADA, an ME, and a psychiatrist that were in basically every episode. I know that it’s likely a budget issue nowadays, but they could rotate through everyone LIKE THEY ARE DOING NOW, but with less people, it makes no sense. It made sense when there was such a larger cast cause it’d give one character an episode to show off and then they’d be gone or only have 1 line the next, they’re simply not utilizing the cast that they have right now and it’s fucking stupid and fucking sucks.

I think that’s all I’ve got for now lol. We’ll see…

[tssidesfics]

Credit to @wisecolorthing for helping me come up with this nightmare crack fic. I can't entirely remember how we started talking about it but the conversation wandered to Remus in a Spencer's and this was born. It is pure crack. Completely ludicrous and ridiculous while also being completely in-character because we're talking about Remus, here.

*

God should have skipped the flood and just unleashed Remus on the world a few thousand years early.

Then again, humanity might never have recovered at that point, so what do I know?

Welcome to my little circle of hell, everybody. Yes, you are all correct that my relationship with the others can be best surmised with the "this house is a fucking nightmare" vine, but you don't get any points for it because it's not hard to figure out. I subsist off coffee, spite, and sarcasm (but differently from Janus, who subsists off wine, spite, and sarcasm) and exist solely to, in Remus' words, "vibrate like an overripe chihuahua on meth and five espressos with a dildo turned on up its ass"--AKA I am an anxious mess when I'm not spiraling ever-deeper into the bowels of worst-case scenario-ism. I live in a very weird gay man's head with my roommates, some of which (Logan) feign sanity 80% of the time and the other 20% conduct deranged experiments on furniture, food, and sometimes people like he's the last mad scientist left and has to preserve his culture. Some of them are actually (mostly) sane, like Patton (although we have to affectionately--and in Rage's case, literally, but they have a complicated relationship--beat on him to make him start crying when he needs to, so all things are relative). Some are just plain weird, like Roman (seriously, he's not even a type of crazy I can qualify, he's just unhinged). Some delight in feigned psychopathy (Janus). Some really need anger management therapy (do I seriously need to clarify?...actually, yeah, Logan could use some too). And some, AKA the problem child of this fever dream, defy description, but a DSM-5 edition bursts into flames every time they get a very specific little lopsided smile on their face--the one that slowly dawns like panels of light until it's blinding and suddenly nauseating to look at. That feeling is always proceeded by destruction of property. Always.

And of course Janus and Rage are gleeful enablers. Is it any wonder why I yeeted myself off the first exit ramp out of that 24/7 Mardi Gras festival?

In case it was not made shockingly apparent by literally everything about me, hi, I'm Virgil. Kill me.

My Nightmare #347 began with Patton yanking himself out of Thomas' head into the passenger side car-seat with a giddy smile on his face. "Hi, Thomas!"

Thomas screamed and jumped so hard he swerved. I neglected to appear to him physically--given I didn't want to make matters worse--but I did start fluently cussing and climbed the wall.

"Patton!" Thomas righted to the car as a cacophony of honks chastised him. "Hi, buddy. Next time, not in the middle of traffic!"

"Oop. Sorry, Thomas." At least Patton was appropriately contrite. I didn't often consider him an asshole--"cinnamon roll" is so apt he literally turns into a cinnamon roll sometimes--but today, I could make an exception. "I was wondering if we could all hang out with you at the mall today."

"Pat, it's hard enough with you guys providing running commentary on my every social interaction in my head," Thomas pointed out. "I'd like to just enjoy seeing Joan again while they're in town and I will have to corral at least five of you if I let you out."

"But Thomas..." Patton whined, bouncing frustratingly in his seat. "The Mindscape is boring!"

"You can bake an endless amount of cookies and turn it into whatever you want. I literally don't see how it could ever become boring."

"Logan won't let us change it from your living room."

Thomas sighed. "What are the chances I can convince Logan to lighten up a little?"

I snorted so loud Thomas heard it.

"Thank you for your contribution, Virgil." Thomas rolled his eyes. "If I let the rest of them out, do you promise you won't let them get into any trouble?"

I squawked. "You're expecting Patton to control the others? Are you insane? Patton couldn't control a drowsy teddy bear!"

Patton popped back into the Mindscape to turn hurt eyes on me. I crossed my arms. "No," I said. "I stand by what I said. Your backbone is made of silly putty."

"All right, Virgil," Thomas interjected before Patton could crank up the Guilt Trip'O'Meter as high as it would go. "You raise a good point. Why don't I leave you in charge?"

"I would rather crawl into a hot and rot, thanks."

"C'mon, I can feel how stir-crazy you're all getting. It's making me more antsy than usual."

"I don't see why that's a problem, considering you have never sat still anywhere a single day in your life. Someone could hold Joan over a barrel of piranha telling you they'd drop them if you couldn't sit still for an entire five minutes and it would be all your fault that Joan died."

Too late, I realized my mistake. Remus cackled loudly and sank out somewhere I didn't want to know but had to follow lest he murder the literal only reason Thomas had ever gotten me remotely under control.

"Why would you do that?" Thomas asked dully.

"You see why it's a bad idea to expect me to control these lunatics?"

Logan sighed, adjusting his glasses and snapping his folder closed. God knew what went on in those things; we only got independent internet access when we manifested and he certainly couldn't raid a bookstore without manifesting, yet he always had one in his lap, diligently working. It was morbidly fascinated. "Honestly," he grumbled. "Thomas, I believe that yes, your mental health would benefit from letting us manifest as a group. I can control the others."

"Logan," I began. "Buddy. Pal. My guy."

"Call me three of those ever again and there will be scalpels plunged into locations you do not want to think about."

"You cannot control them," I told him. "History has demonstrated multiple times that the only person who can control us is Thomas, and he's going to be busy catching up. He's going to let go of Remus' leash. Do you really--and I mean think about this--do you really think the time you want Remus off Thomas' leash is in a mall?"

"Fine. Then we'll leave him behind. At least venting some of--"

"He'll just start shooting off intrusive thoughts like a machine gun. You let more than one out, you open the floodgates."

"You're being paranoid."

"Funny that. I can't imagine why I'd be paranoid. Sounds completely unlike me, I'm normally so laid-back."

"The sarcasm was unnecessary."

"You're finally learning when I'm sarcastic." I was impressed. "Nice, Lo. I was getting worried."

Logan clicked his pen menacingly.

I grinned. Logan was easily one of my greatest allies in the Mindscape--Roman was insufferable, Janus, Remus and Rage were out of the question, and Patton could be obnoxiously patronizing--but never let his capacity for violence be underestimated. I once saw him take Roman's katana to a bundle of sticky notes because one of them gave him a paper cut. Despite that capacity for violence, however, I delighted in pushing his buttons.

"Are we manifesting today?" Roman called down the stairs with barely-restrained delight.

"Unless you can guarantee Remus won't set the mall on fire, hell no!" I called back up.

There was a long moment of silence. "Remus, I'll let you have Mrs. Snuffykins for one night if you behave yourself if we manifest!"

I had absolutely no idea what that was--I wanted to think a stuffed animal, but with Roman and Remus, all bets were off--but Remus' ecstatic screech was enough to tell me I probably didn't want to find out.

Roman looked back down at me. "He'll behave."

I arched an eyebrow.

"Prince's honor."

"Historically meant shit, Princey."

"Yes, but not Disneyally."

"That is not...remotely a word," Logan said, somehow a mix between dumbfounded and awed.

"Look, I'm just not optimistic that letting Remus out when Thomas isn't keeping an eye on him would end in anything except Thomas going to prison for arson, murder, or public indecency. Or worse."

"I'll keep him in line," Roman vowed. "Please, Virgil? I'm going stir-crazy in here, we all are."

I crossed my arms.

Roman pouted.

I snorted.

Roman glared.

I arched an eyebrow.

Roman slumped.

I grinned. "Deal with it, everybody. No manifesting. Get comfy. Janus, think about pushing your luck and I am ripping out each individual one of your scales and burying them in places you don't want."

"How delightfully Remus of you. Except for the part where you'll actually follow through on the threat."

"From Remus it wouldn't be a threat, it would be a bonding activity."

"Speaking of," Patton said shyly. "Didn't Remus run off after you said something about Joan getting hurt, kiddo?"

My eyes bugged out of my head. I sighed and hung it. "Why is it always me?" I mumbled and sunk out to chase Remus through the Mindscape.

~*~

After fishing out Remus' limbs from a pond of piranha he'd dismembered himself into when he heard me chasing after him, I borrowed some super glue from Roman's room and stuck him back together. It should have fixed him up good as new but it was Remus and any attempts I made to change things around here were easily superseded by one half of Creativity. Which meant Remus was now walking around with his penis glued to his forehead, fully erect.

Not as much time had passed by the time we returned as I expected. Which would have been great if not for the fact that the Conscious Mind was conspicuously quiet. All the dishes were clean, there wasn't any crap on the floor, and there were no Sides milling about. I could have taken the time to check each of their rooms upstairs but why waste the time when I knew exactly where they all were?

"Roman, you are in your thirties. A store called Forever 21 is not for you," Logan was saying after I manifested in the general direction of the others. "Hello, Virgil."

I glared. "What did I say?"

"Aw, but Virge--"

"You're inviting a Remustrophe right now, you realize that, right?"

Janus grinned. My blood ran cold.

"I WANT EVERY DILDO YOU HAVE!" echoed across the mall, and with horror, I realized what I'd done.

I'd loosed Remus Sanders on the Spencer's department store.

~*~

The good news: nothing had caught fire yet. Potential loss of life was yet to be determined as Patton yelped and rushed over to the prone body of the clerk behind the counter. That also proved fine when I saw him slump in relief after probing her neck for a pulse.

The bad news: Remus had slipped the superglue I'd used to piece him back together out of my pocket and was now using it to attach dildos, ripped out of their packages with plastic and cardboard shredded across the floor, to his costume. He was also dripping with something viscous, disincentivizing me from touching him to stop him from unleashing more chaos.

By rights, seven dildos glued to his top should have torn the damn thing, but it was made of sturdier stuff than that. I studied him for a long moment, trying to work up the nerve to approach, while he just continued to wreak havoc. Janus, meanwhile, the only one not preoccupied with horror or despair at Remus' antics, meandered over to the bowl in which they kept their sarcastic pins, perusing them idly.

"You better be planning to pay for those," I warned, then looked around. "Wait. Where's Rage?"

Logan glanced around. "Likely inflicting property damage on a jewelry store. He rather dislikes those."

I pinched my sinuses. "Logan, could you rein in your alter ego, please?"

"I am too evolved for my alter ego to be that idiot," Logan told me with overblown indignity.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, you're the only one who can talk some sense into him. The cameras may not be able to recognize Thomas' face on all of us, but the less reason the cops have to potentially stuff him in a cell, the better."

It was true. Somehow, whatever bizarre magic allowed us to manifest in the real world also confused cameras and people so no one could trace the destruction of property likely to follow us back to Thomas. It was the only reason I wasn't already in the fetal position on the floor forgetting the basic components of breathing.

Logan rolled his eyes and broke off to track down Rage. I turned my attention to Roman.

"No," Roman said firmly.

"He's your brother," I told him.

"Yes, and it's your fault he's here. You were supposed to watch him."

"I wouldn't have had to take my eyes off him if you guys hadn't snuck out in the first place. I'm one Side. Do you really think I would have stood a snowball's chance in hell of keeping Remus from doing exactly this?"

"And I have any better chance?"

"No, but the alternative is explaining to Thomas what you guys did."

Roman glared at me.

I glared back.

Roman pouted.

I continued glaring.

Roman stomped his foot and whined.

I pointed at Remus, who was now smashing glasses on the ground and eating the shards. Blood was rushing from his mouth and gathering in puddles on the floor. He was still dripping.

"I hate you," Roman informed me bluntly.

"Oh, like you've ever made a secret of that?"

Roman adopted a punched puppy expression at that one.

I sighed. "Yeah, yeah, you've been doing better, now go wrestle your brother into a cage or something."

Roman dragged his feet over to Remus and summoned a hasmat suit he put on. Remus sliced into it with a rather sizable shard and sprinted away before Roman could catch him. Without thinking, I lunged after him, only succeeding in sliding down the length of his body like he was covered in lube.

Oh, wait, it was lube. It smelled like one of Remus' worst farts and tasted like it too. You would have thought the dildos would have either failed to stick with his clothes soaked in lubricant or at least they would have given me something to hang onto to stop him from escaping, but all they did was slap me repeatedly in the face with silicon penes of various sizes.

Remus left a slimy trail behind him as he cackled deeper into the store. I was positive he was headed somewhere with matches so he could set the building on fire.

I pressed my face into the floor, into a puddle of lube, and sighed. Miserably, I hauled myself to my feet and turned back to everyone else. "You are in so much trouble," I assured them without passion, dragging myself off to find Thomas and get him to suck Remus back into the Mindscape before additional damage could be done.

I found him in the food court, blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding deeper into the store. Altogether the world seemed relatively unaware of the happenings, another magical defense mechanism. It wasn't that people never noticed what we were doing, it was just that they were less likely to find it alarming. Although once the fire alarms started going off, people would pay attention.

"Thomas," I greeted without etiquette, coming to pause next to his table.

"Holy shit," Joan summarized perfectly. People aware of our nonsense were usually pretty good at spotting us and processing our appearances.

Thomas looked dejected. "No."

"Remus escaped."

Thomas flopped forward like a fish on land and smacked his head full into the table. The pain reverberated through my skull. "Time to--"

The fire alarm blared. Rage ran past with a shotgun, screaming, "Adios, coppers!" as he went.

Thomas watched him run past. "We don't have to stop him, do we?"

I considered it for a moment. "Nah, he can stay. As long as everyone goes back in, we should be able to keep Remus there."

People ran past screaming. A panicked exodus spilled from the food court. Some people knocked into me and I stumbled. Thomas caught my hoodie sleeve, then gagged and pulled his hand back.

"Remus," I explained.

"Right." Thomas looked in the direction everyone was running from. "I guess I have to go toward the fire to stop him, huh?"

I nodded sadly.

"Sorry, Joan," Thomas explained. "Next time, my place."

"Deal. Want some help?"

"You don't need to see what I'm about to see."

With that, Thomas and I made our begrudging way toward the fire.

~*~

It resolved relatively easily once Thomas gave Remus a disapproving stare. We all didn't do well with Thomas' disappointment, even Remus, so he moped back inside the Mindscape without much complaint. Everyone else returned to the living room in my doghouse and I locked myself in my room, refusing to emerge. Rage stayed out for a while longer and later we found out three police stations had been set on fire with all prisoners escaped. No loss of life, which I didn't know how to feel about.

Later, through mystical means, the stolen dildos Remus had taken were discovered in Ron DeSantis' home. We laughed for a week.

I amend my earlier statement. Maybe we really do need to use Remus as the next great flood. He'll just focus his attention on the fascists and we'll all be better off.

Yo, God, you should get on that.

[kazhan-draws]

Hi! Not sure if you're still doing the OTP relationships ask thing but if you do I'd love to hear your thoughts on 29 and 37 for Mungrove! Thank you!

Hiiii! I'm still doing it, it took me a little while to get around to do it because I have, once again, a lot to say, but thanks a lot for the ask and the opportunity to be completely unhinged about them again 🥰

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29.  What is their sex life like?  

The short answer: wild, kinky, mildly dangerous, somehow therapeutic.

The long answer under the cut. 🤣 CW: I obviously talk about sex, kinks, use of one homophobic slur.

In canon universe—or close enough to canon since it works better if they’re alive 😂 I think their sex life is mostly about exploring at first. 

Themselves, each other, what it means to be a man who has sex with another man. Eddie is pretty much a blank canvas because I don’t think he’d have a lot of experience before Billy, so it’s mostly fun and “yeah I really am gay lmao” for him, meanwhile Billy does have experience but strictly with women, so he’d kinda be rediscovering what sex is and coming to terms with the fact that he will never, ever feel that way with a girl. 

They both have a pretty bad case of internalized homophobia, but it’s even worse for Billy—he’s the one who gets called a fag by his own father because he likes taking care of himself and looking good, he’s also overflowing with toxic masculinity, so things are probably a bit rocky at first. Billy is 100% the kind of guy who’ll laugh in Eddie’s face the first time he asks him if he wants to bottom, because he isn’t that gay, you know? 🙄

Thankfully, they move past this, either because Eddie knocks some sense into him by telling him there’s no Gay Scale, or because Eddie implies Billy’s too chickenshit to take a dick up his ass and Billy simply can’t resist a challenge. 😈

So, yeah, no matter what universe they’re in, I think they experiment a lot. They’re both very horny and very into each other. They’re young and stupid and they both are a little bit (sometimes a lot) self-destructive, which means they’re kinda on board with trying basically anything at least once even if it sounds dangerous—perhaps even because it sounds dangerous sometimes. 

Like, they can’t be found out because the consequences would be bad, but that doesn’t stop them from having sex in public spaces because they enjoy the thrill, things like that.

And yeah, I think they’re both pretty kinky, again, no matter what experience they have. I think they’d play a lot with D/s dynamics, it’s not always a part of their relationship but it’s definitely something they’d explore. 

I tend to write Billy with a thing for pain, so mostly impact play, some overstimulation, it’s about getting hurt in a safe and controlled setting, where he’s the one who decides when it stops because all he has to do is safeword and he knows Eddie will listen. Name calling, humiliation and degradation are a big no though, boy needs to be praised and called pretty. 😌

Eddie is very much into all of this. Giving Billy what he wants/needs? Hell yeah, man could spend hours just taking his boyfriend apart and be satisfied with not getting an orgasm out of it himself, like that’s just a bonus at this point.

Pain is a big no for Eddie, Billy can spank his ass a little bit but not too hard okay >:(  I think (and I’m currently writing a fic featuring this, which I hope to finish soon) Eddie’s thing is humiliation/degradation, being used and denied an orgasm also works wonders for him. It’s pretty heavy for Billy to get like that with Eddie though—yes he can be an absolute dick, but that’s not who he wants to be with Eddie—so it’s something he’d do for him, and not because it’s something he’s into on his own.

I think they’d have quite a few accidents, the fun kind of accidents they can laugh about immediately, and the not so fun kind where one of them gets hurt—physically and/or mentally—but they make a point of working things out and making sure they’re okay afterwards. 

Anyway I could go on and on with all my little mungrove sex headcanons, because I have a lot of those (surprising, I know) but the bottom line is that they love each other a lot and their sex life is mostly about that. 😌

37. What do they like the least about each other?

There are two things Billy has a hard time dealing with. The first one is how Eddie gets when he’s completely wrapped up in something—music, D&D, whatever Eddie is fixated on at the moment. Eddie often requires some ‘me’ time, and that means ‘me and that specific activity I’m so into I forget about everything else around me including my boyfriend’. 

And like, Billy loves that Eddie is passionate, it’s part of what drew him to Eddie, but Billy doesn’t do well with being ignored or forgotten, it triggers all of his insecurities and abandonment issues, so Eddie showing up late or completely forgetting to show up because he lost track of time doing something? Eddie not being available for him for a long period of time because he’s working on a new campaign or whatever? Yeah, that shit hurts. That’s probably something that leads them to fight a lot at first, at least until Billy realizes this isn’t something Eddie does on purpose and that it doesn’t mean Eddie loves him less or whatever. Still, it’s a struggle, one of those things they both need to learn to compromise about.

The second thing Billy likes the least about Eddie is how he gets when he’s struggling with emotional stuff, or hurt. Eddie is awful at dealing with emotions when he feels like they make him look weak. He’s a prideful motherfucker, joking about things that actually hurt him is basically 80% of his personality, and when it hurts too much for him to be able to laugh about it, Eddie shuts down completely. 

A wounded Eddie runs and hides. He’s going to say something awful to push people away and then lock himself up in his room and stay there, wallowing in self-pity until someone volunteers to drag him out. 

And even then, it’s like talking to a fucking wall, and getting Eddie to admit that something wounded him, or that he’s struggling to deal with something is like pulling teeth. 

You know it’s bad when Billy has to be the emotionally mature one, because he’s really fucking bad at it and at having the patience for it, and it drives him kind of crazy when Eddie gets like this, especially considering Eddie’s the one who always encourages him to communicate his own feelings. 

The thing Eddie likes the least about Billy is how insecure he really is, because that’s the source of most of their serious fights. Eddie is a social creature, he craves attention as much as Billy does, but he also genuinely likes people—maybe not a lot of them but he has a circle he really, really cares about, and that’s more than Billy ever had. 

But Billy gets jealous because he doesn’t like sharing Eddie’s time with other people, or because Eddie is a very tactile guy and watching him touch and hug other people makes his skin crawl. 

The jealousy is kind of cute at first, it makes Eddie feel desired you know? But then it leads to Billy acting like a dick, and it’s obvious it’s hurting him and Eddie hates it, he also doesn’t always have the patience to reassure Billy and he isn’t going to stop hanging out with his friends or touching them because it makes his boyfriend growl like a big territorial cat. 

So yeah, it leads to them fighting, which makes it not so cute anymore. 

Just like Billy isn’t a fan of Eddie hyperfixating on things to the point of forgetting about everything else because it triggers his insecurities, Eddie doesn’t like how said insecurities make him feel like shit whenever it happens. He already feels super guilty when he realizes he’s been neglecting the people around him but Billy has a tendency to make him feel even worse about it because he gets angry/frustrated/sad and that’s just not helpful. 

It's also really hard for Eddie to realize something is wrong sometimes, Billy will suddenly be a dick or push him away because something Eddie said or did made him fear he's going to leave him, or doesn't actually love him, etc... and Eddie simply doesn't get it? So it's more fighting and trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong, more guilt, etc...

Anyway, I honestly think they're each other's best option for MANY reasons, but that doesn't mean they don't have a few struggles, they're both very flawed and they come with their own baggage—and it's not a small one lmao—so things are bound to be difficult once in a while.

I feel like I'm a bit all over the place in both answers but I did my best, I hope this wasn't awful to read! Thanks again for asking me questions about my blorbos 🥰

[notallwonder]

Criminal Minds Evolution 16x05 "Oedipus Wrecks". Here. We. Go!!

Spoilers and play-by-play under the cut.

I LOVE ADS /sarcasm

Opening with "At Last"! Exactly how I feel when I see Emily Prentiss on screen lmao

I wish he said "will you accept this rose?" Is that phrase trademarked do you think?

This situation is mysterious "is this her house?" Is she a ceramicist? Who tf they talking about

Weird family portrait

I hate when I fall asleep on a strange rich person's couch

Ew gross

Title card!

At the doctor with Will & JJ - shockingly, Will has known about his problematic test results for months. I guess the C word was his cue to bring JJ in. Surprising no one, she wants to beat his ass for not telling her earlier. Lmao the threat to call his momma.

I'll be honest. I am enjoying when CM veers into comedy land. The peppy music, Penelope being dramatic and emphatic. The way I see it...CM mostly stopped doing creepy/scary well a while ago, though it still has moments. CM stopped trying to do realistic years and years ago. Why not lean further into the ridiculousness of it all. Idk

PG: "I'm not a problem, I'm a delight! A little dramatic, but wonderful..."

Ew bad guy's a biter

Poor Noodle, he's gettin' profiled babey

Omg Emily's eye makeup looks so pretty in this scene

This is the second time I've heard of Raya (first was on White Lotus) lol I'm so out of the loop on exclusive dating apps u guys

YES PRENTISS USE THAT LEVERAGE

girl knows how to politick

THE SMILE 😍🥰😍

speaking of smile... Every time Luke so much as thinks in Garcia's direction, much less talks about her. Beautiful.

Tara's "sounds like you miss it buddy" is the closest we've come so far to Tara or the team commenting on the Garvez sitch. A crumb!

oh my Garcia's a bit over the top this ep, but I like it. "How's my lady brain gonna process it?"

Ew! You're telling me federal prison hands out (dirty) orange CROCS????????????? No. What. LMAO

"Do you know how this town works?" So politicking is a bit of a theme for this ep

If this is about the unsubs fixation on his mother, who had white/gray hair - I think all y'all speculating about Prentiss tryna seduce the unsub in interrogation are right. They brought up the consequences of that tactic for her ever so briefly in 5x08 "Outfoxed" but didn't fully explore it, and glossed over it completely in the Doyle arc. I wonder if we'll get any sense of her feelings on it here, or what.

LMAO the biter unsub scene, followed immediately by a Dove commercial about dry scaly skin. Uck

Emily in the field! *sigh* she pretty

Ok so...Will is "fine". "Just an inflamed thyroid". Treatable, not life threatening... I'm suspicious. I don't trust a TV writer as far as I can throw 'em and I'm not that strong so. But this is an understandable thing to work on in their marriage - not keeping things from each other (about potentially dangerous situations). But like...is it just me or does it make sense they should have had this conversation after 9x14 "200". Y'know "No more secrets". Maybe they've been having variations on this argument for a while, though that is not how this conversation seemed to me. I can kind of see JJ being very black and white in her thinking, but justifying not telling Will about dangerous situations at work (until after) as not so much keeping a secret (which she was doing about her time in Afghanistan) but as waiting to share info. Anyway. I'm still worried about them/Will. This is not over yet.

Y'know what's adorable? Emily shares case discoveries with a bit of a smile, with enthusiasm (even with Noodle Bailey!). She delights in the hunt, in the solving of the puzzle. She takes pride in her work.

God I love Emily Prentiss. Sorry not sorry for being a broken record about it. The way she's trying to manage up - to school Noodle Bailey in (her brand of) how to lead. "You can either protect the people you serve, or protect your ass, but you can't do both."

We'll see where this goes but I appreciate that Bailey seems to be developing a respect for Prentiss.

OH MY GOD. IT'S SABRINA'S AUNT ZELDA (Beth Broderick) as the Senator! Hi lady!

This is interesting. She's saying her son needs to get back out on the fundraising circuit to rehab his (her) image. Remind us of anyone's backstory? Maybe.......the Ambassador Prentiss connection? I wonder if the writers will remember that about Emily and use it explicitly or not.

YOIKES. CREEPY. "and you will not bark argue" 👀 I had to turn on closed captioning because I really thought she said bark

WTF is up with these guys

haha remember when I said like three sentences ago that CM doesn't do creepy well?

"I'm gonna have to thread the needle just right to get a confession"... Here we go baby! Eeeeeep. (never over her hair)

She a boss ass bitch this season and I'm not mad about it

what if............this makes me feel things

omg what if by the end of these 10 eps she fucks Bailey. Of course she could do better (and gayer), but...get it girl, if you want it. that noodle should be so lucky.

............ Y'all...........I'm feeling things...........

🥵🥵🥵

Finally an actual statement about her hair. And what a statement.🔥🔥🔥I had assumed it would pretty much go uncommented, unless somebody else (like Morgan) brought it up. Very happy to be proven wrong.

oh, the politically connected...

the brief but charged face off betw Prentiss & the Senator. be still my beating heart.

Y'all. I'm.......I got it bad.

A KITTEN!!!!?!!! But how will Old Man Sergio feel?

ZELDA V. PRENTISS cage match! I literally just shouted "OH HO HO HO!" in my quiet apartment like a nut. Slide that on over to Bailey, here's your chance to become a man Mr. Noodle!

oh the betrayal. If she does fuck him, it's gonna be a hate fuck (she's not gonna fuck him).

WHOA! DID NOT EXPECT. HE'S MR. 20K. DAYUM.

lol "you don't need them. she's your mom. " *teeth chomps*. The nonchalance. This is way scarier than him pathetically cleaning up blood with his daddy hallucination

christ she's so hot

I'm struggling over here

Y'all i started this episode like 2 hours ago it's taken me so long to get through because I keep pausing to write (& rewatch certain scenes)

I gotta take a friend to the airport in like 10 minutes

JJ you gotta call your husband! Boy you are not super great at this thing you pinky promised to do.

I feel waiting for backup is not the worst idea....

Are they gonna get stuck in there

Oh no

NO NO NO OH NO

F U C K

those fucking rat bastards, leaving me on this cliffs edge....(so i really enjoyed that ep so much!!)

[sapphiredragonprincess]

Sapph’s random commentary while reading Murderbot 01, because I already wrote it, so may as well post it (ch 1-3):

"The hostile that had just exploded up out of the ground had a really big mouth, so I felt I needed a really big gun." Murderbot, I barely know you, but I already love your narration. (Part 2, because part 1 was all of the first paragraph.)

I LOVE his sidetracking and his humor. The whole looking up "cilias" to figure out if he was using the right term (in the middle of an emergency!) and mocking (not just humor, but also reproach?) the kind of "education" he received, my god, delightful.

Forgot to mention in the first post: Murderbot shows more personality in a single paragraph than some YA protagonists do in their whole books.

Oh! The first time he slips and does something he shouldn't if he wanted to keep his cover AND IT'S BECAUSE HE WANTED TO PROTECT A HUMAN FROM HARMING THEMSELVES!!! I AM LOVING THIS!!!

"one of those things I'm not contractually obligated to care about." On the one hand, this is hilarious again. On the other, there's something there about the language of contracts and caring as an obligation, or maybe I should say as a job. Don't ask me what, I'm just a bunny, what do I know?

Ahsjakda Awkward Murderbot is cute! What the hell, I didn't expect that!

"Please get out of my cubicle so I can sit here and leak in peace." Murderbot, why are you so relatable. I mean, I would die from such an injury, but in the case it were nonfatal, yeah, same.

I'm laughing, he really had no idea what he was saying. So even bots can talk out of their asses, uh?

Wait, what? Oh! Excellent cut! I'm screaming because I pause all the time to write my thoughts when I just want to continue reading, but that was a perfect way to finish the chapter.

"freehold generally meant shitshow" Ah! Yes, I see it, the whole idea that small groups trying to do things by themselves instead of falling in line with some big company are always messy, therefore less efficient or prone to infighting of some sort. It's not entirely incorrect, but we know those kinds of groups and projects are what protect everyone else of complete submission under some company's soulless absolute rule.

I'm shit at creating visuals in my head for the characters I read about, but I really want to remember the detail about the gunports in Murderbot's forearms and hope I don't miss other points like this, that talk about what visually shows him as not human (and wonder if I'll get to figure out if there is a line to visually differentiate between bots and augmented humans), since it obviously is something that matters much to him, what with how he tries to hide them.

Again with the laughing, I love the mention of not cleaning up unless given an order. What did I say about him and his personality?

Oh, sweet, companies forcing you to have a mole listening to your every conversation. Joy!

I love how he repeats that, yeah, the moment was actually just this short, but it felt that long.

"I don't take it personally." I'm not sure what I'm thinking when I read this after the complaints about paying high prices for shitty equipment, but it sure does ping something at the back of my head. (Is it the awareness of being a "something sold"? About the specific phrase of "shitty equipment" that applies to him? I'm not sure.)

Oh, I love that his using of the armor to distance himself meant he didn't keep up not emoting and it translated into showing his "I really don't want to be here" face to the group. There's the physical barriers are emotional barriers thing, and the awareness and expressions thing, but mostly the horror of having to stay in a group of people who know each other but not you.

Oh, there's something to say there about his comment on how no one would hire a SecUnit if they didn't have to (unless they wanted murder). There's the whole "his negative opinions about himself" issue, but also the "what the real purpose of these units are" theme and the going back to "paying high for shitty stuff" element. Too bad bunny really doesn't know what to say about any of these.

"In a smart world, I should go alone" and what comes after once again has me thinking of the purpose of a SecUnit, the motivation to make them (and not something else), and also the value (to the company) of the people who use these units.

"they were all so nice and it was just excruciating" Aaah, poor Murderbot, social anxiety? Or something quite like it, but not exactly. It's partly the "being around others" and partly the "they are humanizing me in a way that's different from how I conceptualize myself". And I'm sure there's more, maybe something of the differentiation between what SecUnits in general are and are treated as (according to Murderbot), and what he himself is and should be treated as, though I'm not sure where I'd go with that line of thought.

"Yes, talk to Murderbot about his feelings. The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency. I'd rather climb back into Hostile One's mouth." I'm laughing again. Funny images aside, it's an extension of the last comments points of him being an introvert, his lack of practice at socialization and maybe there's something to say about his emotional education (or rather lack thereof).

Oh! Plot! More of HubSystem and things going weird around it! (Sidenote: awww, Murderbot does recognize appreciation for Mensah's intervention.)

Have I mentioned how I love that Murderbot just- watches his series during the downtimes of whatever is going on? Like, he's copilot, but he's also watching his stuff. There's also that he actually downloads it to his internal storage. I have no idea if that means something, but I want to pin this, because I think about bots having internal storage and wondering about them using external storage or cloud systems, and when or where or why. I think about how there's always a limited amount of data a machine can keep and wonder about choosing what to keep, Myrderbot's decision-making if/when presented by the need. [Is it possible to live so long you can't keep all your memories? Not just the "inconsequential" (quotes because what is inconsequential about a life?), but even the "meaningful" ones? How long? Human memories naturally deteriorate, but for a machine it would have to be a choice to let go, wouldn't it? Or is the choice not to make new ones? To continue adding more and more until it breaks? I'm getting on a tangent, aren't I? Well, shit. Let's cut it here.]

Add clever commentary about Murderbot's opinions and desires when mentioning the dead bodies he's seen and caused, and it being a "nice change" when there are none.

Plot: well, if it doesn't raise your heartbeat when there's so many "mapping errors" that could kill you and your team.

Nice, nice, nice. Implied commentary about automatic updates, the whole companies forcing you to break the things you use so they can charge you for making them usable again (or selling you something else which works worse and steals more from you). And then more plot.

So there's more of Murderbot emoting under the helmet, his mention of not having to defend the company (which is commentary on employees knowing stuff that could help clients but not being allowed to do it, because their job isn't for the clients, is for the businesses), and his wanting to help people who are about to make bad choices (regarding their own physical safety).

"I couldn't explain to myself why. It was one of those impulses that comes from my organic parts that the governor is supposed to squash." I am still unsure *what* Murderbot is. Not completely a robot, since we know there's flesh there, but also it repairs entirely too fast for anything properly human or animal. He's a mass-produced construction with organic components. What's the definition of a non-human or whatever the quote is. More so with the mention of natural impulses that the governor has to suppress. And honestly, there's so much to explore in that concept. In the fact that, theoretically, all SecUnits (all bots? all bots who have a measure of organic components?) have natural responses and something external, programmed to someone else's interest, overrides that decision-making (is that commentary on people being forced to make choices that are bad for themselves because the socio-economic system won't allow them to make good ones?).

Mention: Murderbot calling out his own brand of pessimistic care when thinking about needing the medical supplies, the distinction between "hope it's nothing bad" vs "hope it's just injures and not dead bodies".

[pridewon]

(group headcanons: names and honorifics)

yamaguchi

tends to be pretty thorough with name conventions and honorifics. mostly uses the honorific “-san”, including with people his own age, but can be somewhat flexible and drop suffixes entirely once he grows comfortable enough (ie: hinata & kageyama). exceptionally lucky people get a nickname (ie: “tsukki”). he is easily influenced by how other people call each other and unconsciously picks up on nicknames (ie: ‘daichi-san’ instead of ‘sawamura-san’). very used to people calling him “yamaguchi-kun” or just “yamaguchi”, and doesn’t mind either - “tadashi” becomes a little more common once he starts college. 

kuroo

shamelessly veers towards familiarity. doesn’t tend to use honorifics a lot except with teachers (and superiors once he enters active life) or to more or less affectionately poke fun at people (ie: “yaku-kun”/”yakkun”, “akaashi-kun”, “suga-chan”, “chibi-chan”). some people get the surname-only treatment (kai, yamamoto, bokuto, akaashi...), some have their surname butchered or are unlucky enough to get nicknames that mostly serve a teasing purpose (”sa’amura”, “tsukki”), some he allows himself enough familiarity to be on a first-name basis (kenma, lev). with kuroo, anything goes - but mostly on his own terms and regardless of what other people want. other students mostly call him by his last name “kuroo-san”, “kuroo-kun”, “kuroo” for his teammates), with the occasional “kuro” by mistake or by design, and “tetsurô” is mostly reserved for his coaches and significant other. some childhood friends and kenma’s parents used to call him “tetsu-kun” (or tekkun idk if the translation mistranslated or not), and... let’s say that if you want to get back at him for anything, it’s a sure way of making him twitch without fail.

iwaizumi

surname-only basis for almost everyone regardless of gender. he refuses to be bothered with honorifics and doesn’t see the point when it comes to people his own age - although he will scrupulously use “ -senpai” with upperclassmen or more senior professionals in his field. he doesn’t use first names unless it is for his significant other, and he never uses nicknames unless it’s to insult oikawa. he is fairly flexible with how other people call him, as long as it comes from a place of respect and not mockery. “iwaizumi”, “iwa”, and “hajime” are all fine, and he doesn’t mind whether or not people use “ -san” or “-senpai”. oikawa is the only person who is allowed to use “iwa-chan” - anyone else gets their head bitten off. 

atsumu

the definition of respect is dead. EVERYONE gets some kind of first name basis or nickname/diminutive combination, regardless of the difference in age, experience, or status. he plays it off as a friendly thing, appending “ -kun” to everyone he meets (or “-chan” depending on gender), but more often than not, it comes across as a little condescending, especially for people he barely knows (”shoyo-kun”, “tobio-kun”, “omi-kun”...). over time though, as and if friendships develop, it takes on a more sincere and warm ring (”aran-kun”). he likes to make up nicknames and play on sounds (”omi-omi”, “bokkun”) and to use already existing nicknames (”ushiwaka”). kita is the only person he respects and fears enough to address properly (”kita-san”). most people call him atsumu to differentiate him from osamu - once they go their separate ways, being called “miya” remains a weird feeling, and he is quick to prompt the use of his given name. he doesn’t mind nicknames (”tsumu” wa created by osamu, and got picked up by other people; and bokuto’s “tsum-tsum” is something he’s quickly stopped fighting against. too tiresome). 

ushijima

last name basis for everyone. upperclassmen, underclassmen, superiors at work if he had any, it is as though ushijima never even learnt what honorifics were. he doesn’t question it, and no one yet has really dared question him. the only exceptions to the rule would be his teachers and coaches, who he calls by their titles without adding their name before (he always says “coach” rather than “coach washijo” - assumign washijo will obviously know he’s addressing him). even a significant other will have to wait or actively remind him that it’s okay to move onto a first name basis. as his professional career progresses and he moves overseas, being more exposed to first name usage in Europe, he subconsciously becomes a bit more relaxed about it, especially around teammates. as for himself - he is used to being called many different things and isn’t too fussed about what people decide to call him. his surname is fine, and he doesn’t mind teammates using his first name, or competitors using his “ushiwaka” nickname... as long as his name/surname/nickname is used with basic respect (”ushiwaka-chan” doesn’t and will never receive his stamp of approval). as for the “waka-kun” some of the girls at school use............ he has decided that diplomatically asking them to stop would be too much effort and work compared to the desired result.

konoha

upon first meetings, konoha tends to stick to the conventional honorifics expected of the situation and to be polite... but he has a marked tendency to drop them pretty fast - as soon he and his interlocutor move from having just met to friendly acquaintances. it’s a friendly familiarity he lends to almost everyone, without thinking too much on it. he’ll happily use first names if invited to, and diminutives like “saru” out of convenience and connivence. as for him... for some reason, no one except his siblings ever use his first name - to the point that it is permissible to wonder if his teammates even remember he has one. sometimes he’d almost forget too - call him “akinori”, and watch as he reacts a bit too late with an expression of pure surprise on his face like he just remembered that “oh wait, that’s me??”. absolutely loves being called “senpai”, but will never ask it from an underclassmen - prefers when it comes to them naturally.

oohira

first name? first name. but somehow, leon seems to have a weird superpower, that makes it sound perfectly acceptable and not at all familiar or rude. his teammates have tried explaining it in their own way, saying that leon has an aura, an air about him that ease those around him into comfortable and respectful familiarity, making it all too easy to say ‘yes’ when after a little while of knowing him, he offers a new friend to just call him leon, and if it’s okay if he uses their first name too. easy as that. it’s just... easier? more convenient? more cordial? and nobody really questions it, because nobody dislikes it, really. very few people still call him by his surname, even among his underclassmen - the most formal way he is addressed as is “leon-san”... except for shirabu who apparently stubbornly sticks to “oohira-san”. leon doesn’t mind that either. 

bokuto

cut from the same cloth as kuroo and atsumu - but friendlier. honorifics never made it to his pea brain, and everyone is at the very least on a surname-only basis with him, regardless of age, gender or status. very prompt to using nicknames (”megane-kun”, "ushiwaka”) and diminutives just because he likes the sound of it, rather than as an indicator of actual closeness (”yukippe”, “tsum-tsum”, “myaa-sam”). also has a noted tendency to mispronounce names (”sa’amura”, “akashi”, “the myaa twins/the myans”, “tsukishibalablah” thank you english dub for my life). as for him - with a name as iconic and memorable as “bokuto”, there aren’t many people to call him anything else. only his family call him “koutarou” (and kou-chan when his sisters wants to embarrass him in front of his friends). 

goshiki

model student in every regard on that front. very scrupulous in using proper naming conventions, and considers earning to right to switch to less formal honorifics and naming agreements a privilege granted from one person to another. as the youngest player on shiratorizawa’s volleyball team, this is doubly important to him - although the team spirit and regular encouragements from his teammates make him flip flop between “ -senpai” and “ -san” most of the time. he’s used to being called “goshiki” or “goshiki-kun” at school, with the exception of his teammates (and incidentally upperclassmen) using his given name. he actually likes it when they call him “tsutomu” rather than “goshiki” - it makes him feel accepted and like they really see him as an equal rather than the baby of team... even though he’d rather be kicked off the team than admit it out loud. (that’s a lie. please don’t kick him off the team.)

nekomata

old people get old people privileges. nekomata grants himself some leeway with naming conventions because he knows he tends to be the oldest person in the room anyway - and the one who receives the most deference. he tries not to abuse it too much: keishin ukai gets the first name treatment because using his surname would be confusing (and he’s known him since he was a child let’s be real); takeda gets the “sensei” treatment out of sincere respect. he calls all of his students, current and former, by their first names. as for him, naturally, “nekomata-sensei” is what he hears the most, and “yasufumi” what he hears the least, these days. 

agnès

cautiously polite. honorifics don’t necessarily come naturally to her, but she forces herself a little bit to avoid creating unnecessary frictions. pretty much everyone outside of her team gets a polite and somewhat distant “ -san” or “ -senpai”, while “ -kun” and “ -chan” feel too... infantilising to her taste (as a very old and mature 17 year-old of course). her teammates are the exceptions to the rule since she let herself be roped into calling them by their given names for the most part, though honorifics are still used with her upperclassmen on the team. between “ozu” and “agnès”, she tends to prefer the former - because it’s less mispronounced, because it doesn’t draw attention to the fact that one of her parents is from abroad... but people rarely listen to her. especially her more unruly teammates (who get a free pass anyway). 

[evvlevie]

I SHIFTED FOR THE FIRST TIME !!!!  (as detailed as a shifting blogger can be but scroll down for the juicy part)

Hi, Hello, my beautiful beautiful readers! It's your favorite blogger Evie again and I don't know where to begin 😭 You've read the title so you know damn well what this post is about, and I am freaking over the moon to say it finally happened!

"So how did you shift?" Is most likely your very first question, and I promise I will answer it, but not without giving you full context on what led up to this magical event (or just scroll down in case only the shifting part concerns you)

so as I mentioned in my last post I had been in this state of not putting any effort into my shifting attempts anymore and basically treating shifting like any other of my manifestations: that it will happen on its own, if I simply want to.

⇣the post in question in case you're interested⇣

"Did it work?", you may be wondering. It did not. It might work for other people, because some points I made in that post still apply to me, but the idea of just counting on it to happen on its own didn't really work in my case. This being said, just because it didn't work for me, doesn't mean it can't work for you, and if you are an advanced manifestor who has complete trust in the law, this mindset might even be yours to apply.

Ever since I posted this, some days went by and my typical shifting-cycle repeated. I didn't shift after being so confident I would, and then the realization hit hard and I became severely demotivated. I even told my shifting bestie I was about to give up and lucky for me she motivated me and gave me back my faith. Speaking of faith: I had been noticing that certain angel numbers kept reoccurring in my life. The numbers being 1237 and 119. These numbers seem random, but 12:37 is the time my niece was born and 11th of September is my birthday. (yes I was born on 9/11, no not in the year that it happened, but two years later which is basically irrelevant information but it's a little fun fact about me.) I always thought the universe was showing me my birthday, up until I googled both of these numbers and realized they both mean something among the lines of "keep faith and trust in the universe". And lucky for you I did.

⇣small fangirl and shout-out-moment ⇣

Then on Monday I had a doctors appointment, and being bored in the waiting room I opened Tumblr. My feed was full of law of assumption content and I actually took the time and read through them all, and I reposted the ones I felt like gave me a lot of insight. Now to the freaking craziest part of all of this. (okay not true but it sure meant the world to me). I wake up in Tuesday and see that THE @astra-nomy reposted my post about the newest shifting tip I had found, and not only that, my comfort-shifter @multiversebaddie not only liked one of my posts, BUT FOLLOWED ME BACK. All in the same night and even right after another. CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT THAT DID TO ME????? I was like no, nope you guys, I can't not shift if my favourite shifting and loa bloggers fucking found out I existed. (APHRODITE FOLLOWS ME I CANT COMPREHEND THAT). Plus @lavender--fairy commented on the post mentioned earlier, and her post that I reblogged, was the one who actually gave me the key to shifting. Hell yes. I mean I knew what I needed to know from other bloggers anyway, but her post actually brought me back to the correct mindset.

✧THE ACTUAL SHIFTING EXPERIENCE AKA THE REASON YOU ARE READING THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE✧

so now it is Wednesday. I never really talked about what DR I am shifting to, and I mentioned it somewhere on an old ass post but to put it as briefly as I can: my DR contains a certain group of YouTubers, and I am shifting so I can be friends with them. Now they post videos on Wednesdays and due to the time difference I get to watch them at 11:30 pm, so basically right before going to bed. I went and grabbed a quick shower and then I laid in bed and started doing what I was always doing: affirming. But due to me being me this quickly turned into overthinking and overcomplicating EVERYTHING which is why I stopped, went back on TikTok to clear my thoughts a little and then returned to my attempt.

✨ THE METHOD ✨

☞ I laid in a position most comfortable to me and I started imagining myself in my DR making myself ready for bed. In my head I reminded myself of the thing that I was able to remember due to @lavender--fairy 's post: The 4D is the real reality, and the 3D is only the translation of your inner thoughts. meaning: if I can visualize it, I am already IN it.

☞ Along with me imagining my DR-me doing what I did, I always reminded myself (affirming if you will) that if I can imagine it, I am in it. I purposely chose the Visualization of me doing things I was already doing in my CR day-to-day because you can feel the moment so much better and ground yourself in that reality way easier than imagining me climbing a mountain since I never did that.

☞ I was making myself aware over and over again, that the imagination is the real reality and that if I can imagine it, I am in it. For as long as I was trying to fall asleep. I even moved and rearranged my position constantly, imagining that I was my DR-me doing the same thing. I really just emerged myself in that visualization and started feeling what ever I did, because essentially that's how manifestation works. You don't need to worry about the 3D, and you don't have to feel like you're lacking something. You imagined it in the 4D, so you already did it silly!

☞ In combination to that I never forced myself to stay focused on my DR. Because as mentioned in this post below, you are supposed to let you mind do its own thing in a way, because you can't shift If you are too aware of what you are trying to do.

✨ THE MOMENT ✨

I found myself in this weird state between falling asleep and still being conscious enough to see and understand what you are envisioning. So I was technically awake while it happened. I didn't visualize my DR anymore, instead my mind went into a completely different direction and I saw myself buying milk with Harry Styles. No I did not even script him into my DR, this was just my brain doing brain things. Nonetheless I was still affirming that if I can see it, I am in it, and suddenly I felt myself getting pulled. I heard a little whooshing sound and I literally zoomed out of my body. I was standing in a dark corridor and I could see an open door in the distance with a little something happening in the room it was leading to but I was too far away to see what was happening. Suddenly the corridor started spinning and I felt myself getting pulled into a whole different door. I gained consciousness in this unknown room, but I couldn't tell where I was, or what I was seeing, because it was just dark in there and my eyes had no chance of adjusting quickly enough. I panicked and before I could even comprehend it, I knew I set the intention to shift back to my CR. I got pulled back into this mysterious corridor and shoved into another door by some weird energy and I opened my eyes back in the CR. I know it wasn't a dream because this whole zooming out, the mysterious energy sending me from door to door and the random dark room felt way too physical for it to be a dream. I could literally feel myself in this corridor as only a "being" of some sort, but definitely not as a human with a physical form. From the many success stories I have read regarding shifting realities, I have noticed that many shifters do not reach their desired reality on their first try. Almost every shifter that has talked about shifting mentioned that their first shift was weird and to a strange, undefined reality. (@multiversebaddie shifted to a random ass classroom for example)

✨ ADVICE TO TAKE AWAY FROM THIS EXPERIENCE ✨

I believe I shifted when I did, because my mind was in this gloomy state between conscious and unconscious, which ultimately made me believe myself on the spot when I told myself the affirmations I mentioned earlier. I did not doubt them and that's probably why the void state is such a powerful state to be in, because even if I wasn't, I imagine it to be very similar to this.

Another thing, that won't hurt you is educating yourself on the law of assumption. I know it helped me a lot and I believe that people who struggle with shifting, would benefit if they understood the way manifestation worked because ultimately manifestation and shifting is the same thing.

If you read everything from top to bottom: I love you. If you are doubting shifting, your ability to do it, or wether or not it is real: I can guarantee you as a first-person-witness: not only is it real, it's something every single dingus out there can achieve! And if I can help you in any way, shape, or form: don't be afraid to ask.

I send a lot of love and a lot of positive vibes to everyone reading this! I had been waiting to do this post ever since I created my blog and I still can't believe that I finally got to do it 😭

Yours in every reality

Evie <3

[goddess-evelle]

Hey bb could u write a sapnap and dream x reader polyamorous smut were they get into a fight and they make y/n cry and they try to make it up to her by doing nice things or sm but she is still hurt about it so ( with CONSENT) they decide to please her until she is sobbing and begging them to stop ( there is n established safe word if she really wanted them to stop she'd say the safe word) but they don't stop and praise and coaxe her through many orgasms and then they take care of her as she's all sensitive and twitchy under there touch

Better without me

A/n: I went off on this, so I will make a second part finishing it.

Warnings: Mention of neglect towards the reader, angst, very much hurtful thoughts. Smut in the next part. SFW. Slightly suggestive or provocative acts, also slight girl on girl action;)

Dream x Sapnap x fem reader

Words: 2,1??- I don't even know why I wrote so much.

As the dumb bitch that I am I forgot I made two different parts of this one of them that I discarded, so yeah that was a mess, but I fixed it.

Part 1 (You are here now)

Part 2

“I understand, but I just want to spend time with my boyfriends” Your voices cracks as you try to make light into the situation.

“No Y/n, you do not fucking understand. You don’t know what is like to spend hours on hours playing. Just to finally finish and have to spend ten more hours editing. You don’t understand how it is! You should be more considerate when you fucking ask us to ‘spend time with you’ ” Dream’s words come flying out as the three of you had been arguing for what felt like hours. Your reply got stuck in your throat as Sapnap started talking.

“Exactly like you are always bitching about wanting to be with us, but you never do shit for us. You know that we are both busy working. You are so fucking annoying.” Sapnap’s words eco through your mind. Were you really that annoying? Maybe you were just being too clingy towards the boys. You just wanted to spend time with them. Sapnap and Dream were in a relationship while the three of you were roommates, and a part of you always felt as if you had missed on a big part of the relationship, so you tried to spend time with them to make up for the lost time. Now, with Sapnap saying that you are annoying you can only feel as if you intrude into their relationship. Your mind flooded with thoughts of them just being in a relationship with you just because you lived with them; maybe they didn’t even love you. Your own mind created scenarios in your head as your insecurities took over you. They obviously didn’t love you or they would spend time with you. If they loved you they would make time for you. If they loved you they would’ve been more attentive of you. If they loved you they would pay attention to you. These thoughts kept your mind busy, and finally everything clicked. You finally understood why you felt so out of place all the time.

“You are not even listening to us!” Dreams shakes a hand in front of you face trying to gain your attention again, and you wonder just for how long had you been thinking.

“Honestly, y/n we can spend time together later . We have to film manhunt. Go do something or I don’t fucking know.” Sapnap says, but you are not listening to what he is saying. They leave and you are left in the bedroom alone. You look around the room for your phone as you look at the hour, and put 10 minutes on the timer. You wait patiently as the 10 minutes pass by as you lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. You close your eyes for what feels like a second before you hear the alarm go off. You grabbed your phone stopping the alarm, and texting your best friend to get ready; you both were going out. You got dressed with a simple dress quickly. You did your hair, and makeup as you made your way towards the front door. You just needed to leave; you had been suffocating the boys with your presence for too long. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you made your way towards the front door only to be stopped by a furry friend. You smiled sadly looking at the cat laying on front of you.

“Oh, sweet thing don’t worry. I will see you in a bit.” You say as you scratch Patches head. The cat looks up at you as if she understands. You give her a little kiss on the nose before grabbing your keys of the house. You make your way outside the door only to see your neighbor right next to where your car is.

“Hi, good afternoon.” You say politely.

“Hi, I didn’t know you guys were going out.” He says looking at you suspiciously.

“Oh, um yeah, just me. The boys are kind of busy.” You try to lie, but you know that by the redness on your face he might catch up to your lie. He looks at you to try and decipher if you think he is stupid or something. Before he could answer you say a quick goodbye as you climb into your car, and start the car getting ready to drive. It takes you 40 minutes to get to your friend’s house to talk to her. After venting to her for an hour; you both went to the club. You just needed to forget about the boys’ words for a bit. You look at your phone before you go inside the club to see the hour 12:59am. Good hour to be on a club you think as you make your way towards the bar with your friend. Time passes by like a blink as you drink, and dance with your friend. Before you know it you are in the middle of the dance floor as you dance with your friend.

You look around the club to see two familiar faces, but you are too drunk to remember their names. You do know that they won’t stop looking at you, so you take advantage that you are with a friend to tease a little. There is no ill will if you tease them. You turn towards your friend pulling her closely to you. She is taller than you which helps the case. You whisper in her ear that there are two hot boys looking at you, and that you wanted to give them a show. She looks to where you tell her; she finds Dream and Sapnap looking at the two of you from a far. She laughs knowing that you love the boys so much that you even find their stare in a crowded club while you are drunk. She sees that the boys look mad, but knowing plenty of your sexual experiences with the boys from what you’ve told her. She knows you’ll just love to tease them, so that they punish you. She agrees to help you, so your wrap your hand around her neck as you make eye contact with the boys. They move slightly closer, so that they can see you under the disco light. Your skin glows under the purple light that reflects off your shoulder and leg. The boys watch as you kiss your friend’s neck while looking at them. You slowly give mouth opened kisses to her skin maintaining eye contact. You glide your tongue on her skin slowly tasting the sweet cookie dough cologne on her skin.

You turn your back on your friend facing towards the boys as you grab your friend’s hands, and glide them down your body taking extra time on your boobs, and your stomach stopping at your pelvic bone. You grind your ass back on your friend’s pelvis looking at the boys seeing as the taller boy tries to make his way towards you, but the smaller boy holds him back mumbling something that you could only decipher as “let’s see what she does”. You smirk as them as you make sexier moves against your friend; your hands grab her neck pulling it towards you, and she understands what you want. She pretends to give you a kiss on your neck as you roll your head back letting out a fake moan that the boys don’t hear, but they can imagine that you are in pleasure. You look over them to see a bulge in both of their pants; you smirk noticing that they are both big as you take swing of your beer finishing it completely. You give big gulps showing that you in fact swallow before turning to be front to front with your friend. You repeat the kisses on her neck while looking at the boys, and you feel your own breath getting heavier. You look over to see the smaller boys rub over the taller boy’s bulge; you feel your panties get wetter at the action. You turn to your friend and move forward to give her a kiss, but before you can make contact with her lips you feel a pair of arms pulling you away. You look up to see the taller boy holding you in his arms looking awfully angry at you. You scurry off his embrace as you tell them that you don’t want anything with them. The guy gets a tighter grip on you, and you try to move away only to be sandwiched into the body of the smaller guy.

“Y/n look at me; you know who I am” You look up at the mention of your name; to find Dream staring down at you.

“Oh h- hey D-dream what are you doing here?” You say mind still too gone to make coherent sentences.

“Um yeah, she got very drunk. Saying something about not being good enough for the two of you” Your friend intervenes. Dream looks at Sapnap behind you to give Sap a worried look.

“So, everything that she was flirting with us; she didn’t do it to be a brat?” Sapnap asks confused.

“Well, she wanted to ‘tease two hot guys’ that’s what she said, so even as she was drunk. She is still attracted to the two of you” Your friend smiles remembering “I remember when you guys became a couple. She felt so out of place because she liked the two of you. She was going to move in with me to not disturb you two. She is really in love with the two of you, so whatever the fuck the two of you did. You better fix it or I will take her to live with me. The poor girl drove all the way to my house to spend an hour crying about how the two of you didn’t love her” Your friend reproaches your boyfriends as you are finding comfort in the tall man’s arms your mind not even paying attention to their conversation as you admire the hot boys.

“She- she really thought we didn’t love her?” Dream’s voice cracks as he looks down at you where you are staring at him lovingly.

“Yes, she always thought that she was ruining your relationship, and with the things you told her she felt like you guys just wanted to break up with her.” Your friend says giving the boys a bad look. “So, you guys take her with you. I’ll drive her car to my place; I didn’t drink, so I will be fine. How did you find her anyways?”

“We have an app to share location at any moment, so we know she is safe” Sapnap said as he led the way towards their car. They bid their goodbyes to your friend. Dream got in the driver’s seat as Sapnap went in the back with you. You sat next to Sapnap looking at the boy as you guys drove home.

“I can’t believe I’m going home with two hot boys. You guys chose me over all the girls in the club” You say your words stinging in the boys’ heart as they took a peek on what you thought of them.

“Well, to be honest. I was surprised; I thought you’d have a boyfriend” Dream says smoothly.

“I mean yeah. I used to have two boyfriends at the same time! Can you believe that? Two people loved me at the same time! Me!” you talked with surprise laced in your voice and the boys swallowed a lump in their throat as they saw how much you worshipped your relationship with them.

“Huh you must love them a lot” Sapnap said voice trembling as he watched your eyes shine.

“Of course, I do! They are the best boys I know. They are literally so perfect, but I don’t think they love me that much”

“Why do you think that?” This time Dream asked as his voice cracked at the change in demeanor you were clearly sad now.

“Well, they are just so perfect that sometimes I think they don’t need me. I think they would be even happier without me. I feel like I’m just ruining their relationship.” Sapnap is crying by the time you finish your statement. The boys can’t believe you would say such a thing. Did they really make you feel that way? They both felt so bad. Sapnap can’t help, but to leap in to hug you. His tears falling on your shoulder as you accept his hug still in your drunken state.

“But it’s okay if they don’t love me. They still have each other, and they are totally soulmates. So, if I leave; they will still be happy with each other.” You finish as Dream pulls into the driveway.

Part 2