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divadepreshawn · 8 days ago

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

Aaron Hotchner × fem!reader

Summary: You spent a large part of your life taking care of people. Between a test to grade, a phone call to calm Spencer down, and the problems of everyday life, there was never any time left. And honestly? You never cared about investing in your own love life. Love (in the intimate sense, between two people) was something for other people. But it seems that destiny had other plans. Warnings: Reader is Spencer's older sister. Mention of parental abandonment, premature maturation. Second part here WC: 5 363 *ops*

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When you were a child, you liked to imagine that you were a great designer. You would create fancy dresses out of blankets, glue anything shiny to your neck – aluminum foil was your favorite. And when you didn’t have real makeup, you would use blackberries from the garden as lipstick. A contrast to Spencer who, at the same age, lived for any neutral-colored sweater and a good giant book, no matter the subject.

As you reached your teens, you explored your artistic side even more, staying up late at the clubs that your school offered – painting, reading, woodworking. Grabbing hold of any hobby that could explore your creativity.

But such trivial things ended when your father left. It wasn’t that your mother was bad, quite the opposite, she was extremely loving. It turns out that as the schizophrenia progressed, the episodes became more frequent and longer, causing her to lose her job. Spencer needed stability, something safe and constant to hold on to.

You could give him that – you needed to give him that. So you chose a profession that would give you the security of a good salary, so he wouldn’t have to worry, things were already hard enough. And that’s what you did for the next few years, studying and working countless hours, sacrificing what was most precious to you – your time and dreams.

You made sure he had clothes, food, a roof over his head and as many books as he wanted. Trying your best not to freak out with college and two jobs.

But in the end… you were missing.

You didn’t notice when he started coming home from school later.

You didn’t notice when he stopped telling you about the new theories he was reading, or when he started apologizing for rambling – as if your words were a nuisance.

When Spencer finally gathered the courage to tell you what was going on, his voice was so low that you thought he was just joking.

“I… didn’t tell you before because I thought it would be better to ignore it,” he mumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt. “But that didn’t work.”

You frowned, placing your dinner plate in front of you. “What are you trying to say, Spence?”

He looked at you, hesitant, before looking back down at his food. “They say I talk too much. That it’s annoying, that my books are stupid, my clothes are funny. And that’s why Dad left… because we’re all weird.” You felt your floor crumble.

For a second, you thought — wished — you’d heard him wrong. How could someone treat your most precious thing so carelessly? How could someone have the nerve to try to shame you for one of your brightest traits? Or worse, how could someone have the nerve to blame a stupid, cowardly adult on a child?

He interpreted your silence negatively, quickly correcting himself, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping these silly things on you, I’ll figure it out myself.” Your eyes softened, “No Spence, you don’t need to apologize for this, I’ll always have time for you dear”, you put your hand on his shoulder, giving him a caress, “I’ll figure this out.”

To say you were furious would be an understatement. You’d threatened teenagers, yelled at some parents and threatened to set the school on fire if the principal didn’t do something about it – things you weren’t proud of, but certainly didn’t regret.

The prejudice the neighborhood had towards your family was horrible – the stares, the whispers and the teasing. But you learned to use it to your advantage, after your little outburst no one dared to provoke Spencer again. You took care of him as if he were your own son – even though they were only seven years apart.

A few years later he left home and with your mother in a mental institution, you found yourself alone for the first time in years. It was strange at first, the silence was uncomfortable, the house felt colder – eerily lifeless. It took a few weeks to get used to the idea of living alone.

After a few months, you started to enjoy your life, the house seemed more cozy, and you now had the freedom to decorate it the way you wanted – which meant you could move the furniture around as much as you wanted and there would be no one to complain, saying that things had a “life of their own”.

You learned to love your profession and, over time, you discovered that sharing knowledge was your true purpose.

You replaced the old blanket with designer clothes, shiny things with some discreet jewelry and the blackberries in the garden with a makeup collection.

You had time to take care of yourself now.

Despite the age difference, you have a lot in common with your brother. A passion for books, languages and the human psyche are some of them. But there are two things that are the complete opposite.

Style and personality.

You followed a ritual every morning.

First, you would take a shower – hot enough to almost make you pass out. Then you would apply your favorite moisturizer, a perfect blend of lychee, berries and lily.

You would apply moisturizer and sunscreen to your face with your fingertips – making sure to use circular motions and lightly dragging your fingers upwards over the eye area, concealer only on the dark circles, a little liquid blush on the apples of your cheeks and compact powder to set the skin. Nothing too extravagant on your eyes, just a well-blended eyeshadow, thin eyeliner and mascara.

This was your therapy, your way of connecting with your child self.

And honestly? You loved it. It was by far one of the best moments of your day.

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when your phone vibrated on the vanity.

Spence: Hey, are you going to be at school today? Can I come over during my break? I'd like to borrow your Neuropsychology textbook, the one with the black cover and the blue brain, the one with the notes in the margins. I think it's on the second shelf of your bookshelf.

You rolled your eyes, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips. If it were anyone else remembering such a specific detail, it would probably be creepy. But this is Spencer we're talking about.

Checking your watch, it was still an hour before you'd be at school. Perfect.

You: Can I bring it to you, is it in the office yet? Spence: Really? Like, right now? You don't have to do that, I can stop by the school later. You: It's okay Spence, just make sure they let me in (preferably without pointing a gun at me). Spence: You know that's not how it works, right?

You, apparently, got all the good humor in the family.

You put your phone in your bag and head to the office to get the book – which, of course, was exactly where he said: second shelf.

Your heels echo on the cold marble as you walk to the reception desk, attracting the attention of the agents who pass by you – all of them looking as friendly as the grinch on Christmas Eve.

Before you can introduce yourself, the woman behind the counter looks up from her computer, smiling as she looks you over from head to toe.

“You have to be Miss Reid.”

You blink, surprised – and slightly scared. How could she know that? Telepathy? Is that some kind of mandatory course for anyone working at the FBI?

“How did you…?”

She smiles, holding out a badge in your direction. “Dr. Reid called earlier. He said: You’ll smell the perfume before she arrives, you’ll probably be the only one smiling.”

You take the badge with a half smile, and carefully pin it to the lapel of your overcoat, mumbling a “thank you.”

“Elevator on the left, sixth floor. You’ll see a sign: Behavioral Analysis Unit. Just go straight.”

You nodded, thanking her once more before walking away towards the elevator.

Honestly? The place is creepy. Some dark oak details on the wall, portraits of important people in expensive clothes hanging in a row. The white light makes the mood even worse.

As if the people who work here weren’t intimidating enough already.

If the Batcave had a bureaucratic version, it would definitely be here. Where are the interior designers?

You followed the path the woman at the reception indicated, spotting Spencer a little further ahead of the sign. He was leaning against a table near the entrance, looking like he’d just been punched by a hurricane and a cyclone (spoiler, he lost).

Wrinkled shirt, slightly disheveled at the shoulders, having been at odds with the iron for years. His tie was to the side and his curls were a mess.

You frown, pressing your lips into a straight line as you look Spencer up and down. “Let me ask you, did you get ready while running away from a shooting?”

Spencer turns toward the voice, his brain taking a moment to process what you said. He opens his mouth in disbelief. “What? No!”

“Really? Because it’s not what it looks like.” You move closer to him, fixing the collar of his shirt and straightening his tie.

“You always do that,” he sighed, pouting the same way he did when you showed up to tell him it was time for bed.

“Spence, you’re practically begging me to do this.” You correct him with a half smile, brushing the thread that insisted on falling into his eyes.

“Okay,” he murmured, waiting as you finished trying to straighten the fabric of his shirt.

You take a step back, watching approvingly. “Much better. Now no one will think you were raised by wolves.”

Spence snorted lightly, but the corners of his lips betrayed him in a half smile. “You know… I can do this myself now, right?”

“I know you can,” you agree, picking up the book and holding it out to him. “But apparently you’re not willing.”

You’re brothers, after all. No matter the age difference, the teasing never ends.

He takes the book, his eyes wandering over the title before returning to your face. “Are you going to be busy this weekend?” he asked, his tone hesitant, avoiding your eyes.

You tilted your head, studying his reaction. The way he holds the book and avoids your eyes is familiar – exactly how he used to be before he asked to sleep in your room after a nightmare.

“You don’t have to ask to sleep over for the weekend Spence. We can always binge-watch Doctor Who,” you finally say, reading between the lines of what he meant to ask.

He blinks a few times, genuinely surprised. “It’s bizarre and extremely creepy how you still know these things before I even tell you.”

“A mother knows her children,” you joke, poking him under the ribs before pulling him into a hug. “Eat something decent. Get at least six hours of sleep a day, and… fix your hair, it looks like you got a shock.”

He hugs you back, tucking his head between your hair and shoulder. “Yes ma’am,” his voice is muffled.

There’s a brief comfortable silence before he clears his throat. “Um… can you let me go now? Your perfume is intoxicating me.”

You laugh, pulling away from him, “Okay, I need to go or I’ll be late,” you point to the book in your hand, “take care of my son.”

“Yes ma’am.” He repeats in an ironic tone, just to tease you.

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Across the bullpen, Emily was the first to notice — actually, feel — your presence. Your scent spread silently, sweet and citrusy. Filling the usual smell of paper and reheated coffee.

Without taking her eyes off you, she fumbled around on the table, searching for anything she could throw on Morgan’s desk.

The sound of the pen hitting the keyboard was enough to take his focus off the report, and he looked up, irritated. “What the-”

Emily just pointed her chin discreetly in your direction. He frowned, following her gaze before freezing. “Okay… who’s that?”

“Who’s that?” JJ approached, looking away from the pile of reports she was carrying, looking for what they were both staring at.

Emily pointed discreetly to the entrance. “The woman in the structured coat, probably tailored. Expensive perfume. Heels. Impeccable makeup at eight in the morning.”

“It’s not just any shoe, it’s a Louboutin.” JJ looks more closely, before looking back at the two of them. “Do you know anyone who has a thousand dollars to spare for a shoe?”

They both shake their heads. Morgan turns to the two of them, slightly confused. “She doesn’t look lost… Who is she here to see? Rossi?”

JJ shook her head. “I don’t think so, he hasn’t even arrived yet. Besides, if this was a formal meeting Garcia and Hotch would be here too and– Wait, is Spencer going to her?”

The three of them leaned over the table, side by side, like children watching a very interesting episode.

“Did… Did she just grab his tie?” JJ asked, her eyes slightly wide.

“And he let her.” Emily nodded, astonished. “She touched his hair. His hair. And he didn’t flinch.”

Emily blinked slowly. “She must be a witch.”

“Maybe a girlfriend?” JJ suggested, still unable to take her eyes off the scene.

Morgan laughed, straightening up to lean back in his chair, incredulous. “Girlfriend? If prettyboy managed to do that I need to reevaluate everything I know about him and seduction techniques.”

In front of them, Spencer was waving goodbye to you with a smile. You grimaced and gestured at his shirt before turning and walking away – which he responded with an eye roll. Then he returned to the table as if nothing had happened. He sat down, opened his book and turned a page. Completely oblivious to the commotion.

“Pretty boy,” Morgan crossed his arms, his expression falsely serious – his eyes sparkling with amusement. “We need to talk.”

He frowned, looking up at him. “About what?”

“The James Bond meets Audrey Hepburn thing.”

“Who?”

Emily rested her face on her hand. “The woman who literally just hugged you.”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, averting his eyes back to the book. “Oh yeah. She just came to hand me a book.”

Morgan leaned forward with a wide smirk. “Tell me the name of this library, because I want to sign up. Maybe I can get a kiss.”

Spencer groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “First of all: ew. Second, shut up, she’s my sister.”

The room was silent for a moment. Morgan, Emily and JJ, frozen – almost comically like in a cartoon, exchanged a look before turning back to Spencer.

“Your what?” The three asked in unison.

“And you didn’t think it was necessary to tell us that this being… I don’t even have adjectives to describe it. Why didn’t you tell us that this was your sister?” Emily asked, incredulous.

Spencer cringed, already expecting this reaction. “I talk about her all the time,” he muttered, defending himself. “I don’t know why you’re surprised.”

“We thought she’d be more like you.” JJ muttered, glancing at the entrance where you had been standing for a few minutes. “Now I wonder how you didn’t become a fashion expert growing up with her. Because I’ve never seen anyone so flawless at eight in the morning.”

Spencer clicked his tongue with a shrug, returning his gaze to the book. “I have a different style and she respects that. But whenever she sees me she still says that self-esteem is a shield against institutionalized mediocrity.”

Morgan laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, Penelope will love her.”

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You hate renovations.

Construction, leaks in general. In fact, anything that involves noise and dust, even if it has the classic promise of “It’ll be worth it in the end”. They are inconvenient – the constant sound of hammering in the background, furniture being dragged from one side to the other. The smell of cement and fresh paint – your nose burns just thinking about it. And all this without mentioning the layer of dust it leaves on the furniture – even after it’s been cleaned. Your eyes itch, you sneeze as much as you breathe and the visual chaos leaves your head throbbing at the end of the day.

With each step inside the apartment, you can feel the fine grains of sand on the soles of your shoes. You love this place, you really do. This is where you spent the first years in the city with Spencer, after leaving Vegas; every corner of this apartment carries a memory.

You ignored the first signs of degradation. When the heater broke, you spent the entire winter wrapped in blankets, telling yourself that it was a time to test your resilience. Then you forgot about the cracked tiles in the bathroom and the strange noise of the shower. But when the plumbing in the wall burst, turning your apartment into an unlicensed water park, it became clear that living there was no longer a viable option, you needed to move.

The elevator door opened with a soft creak, Spencer stepping out first, balancing one of your boxes with clumsy care.

“I still think you should have stayed at my apartment for a few days to look around more calmly,” said, your voice quick but low, as walked down the slightly dusty hallway of the new building. “You know I hardly ever stop at home, there would be space, and… well, at least I would know you would be in a safe place.”

“Spence, I really appreciate your concern but I wouldn’t ruin my clothes by leaving them in suitcases or boxes,” you said, putting the box you were holding on the floor to grab the set of keys and unlock the door to your new apartment. “Besides, where would I leave my furniture?”

Spencer let out a grunt of agreement, as if he had forgotten that detail. “Not that this building is bad, of course. In fact… yeah, it’s a good building,” he said, as if trying to convince himself, his eyes wandering over the door hinges and the reinforced lock. “I asked Penelope for a list. Of the safest buildings in the area. I mean, nothing too invasive, just the basics: police incident rate, presence of a doorman, security cameras, distance from police stations.”

You laughed, placing the box on the counter. “Spencer, I’ll be fine.”

“I know you’ll be fine,” he agreed, mimicking your gesture, “but with my job you can never be too careful. This one was number five on the list, which is good… good enough. But the one on the corner with Laurel was number two, and it had those bulletproof glass doors, remember? Not that you need bulletproof glass… but, well, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.”

“Spencer.” You hummed in warning.

“Okay.”

“Thanks. But now help me find the coffee before I throw this box out the window or decide to jump.”

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All in all, it took a week to finish tidying up the apartment. And you certainly owe a – huge – apology to all your neighbors. You could almost feel them peering through the peephole, hoping that this would be the last piece of furniture, the last noise, the last night someone would wake up in shock to the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor.

By the seventh day, you were exhausted. Sitting on the living room floor, knees bent, surrounded by duct tape, trash bags with burst bubble wrap, and tools lying around. The apartment had finally started to feel like a home, and not like the set of a failed home improvement show.

You were leaving the house when your cell phone vibrated in your coat pocket. You grabbed it, sliding your fingers across the screen as you read the first few lines of what looked like an urgent email. Turning the corner, you didn't see the body in front of you until it was too late.

The impact was strong. Your heel slid across the floor, making you lose your balance. At the same moment, two arms reached out towards you, a pair of strong hands gripping your shoulders with precision, preventing you from falling.

"Are you okay?" His tone was low, slightly alarmed.

You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the shock. Your heart was still racing inside your chest – surprise and embarrassment competing to see which would push you over the edge first.

The man in front of you remains still, his hands still close together, suspicious that you won’t be able to keep your balance if he lets go of you completely. His serious face, etched in firm lines, adds an air of authority – or maybe it was just the absence of expression.

“Hmm… yes. Considering other realities that could be worse.” You murmur automatically, still a little bewildered.

“Worse…?” He repeats, confused, as he slowly pulls his hand back.

“I could have fallen, hit my head, broken my heel, torn my tights, hurt my back…”, you started to list.

Did you think about all of this now or do you have a list of tragedies saved in your mind? The question echoed in your mind, but he remained silent. Aaron watched with a frown, his dark eyes following every feature of your face, trying to remember if he had seen you in the building before. Coming to the conclusion that no, this was the first time he had met you, he would certainly remember if he had crossed paths with you before.

You notice his expression, staying quiet immediately, biting the inside of your cheek to try to prevent the blush on the top of your cheeks from intensifying. “And I digress. Great.” You sigh, before smiling. “Anyway, I’m sorry. And thank you for preventing a fall that would have been incredibly embarrassing.”

“You don’t need to thank me, it was my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he waved, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, giving a small smile as you walked back towards the exit. As soon as you entered the elevator, you leaned against the wall and discreetly pulled out your cell phone.

You: Spencer, as if the noise I made this week wasn’t enough, I just bumped into my neighbor in the hallway. And to top off Murphy’s Law, he’s also a DILF.

The answer came almost immediately. What most people don’t know is that Spencer Reid is a huge gossip.

Spence: What’s a DILF?

Oh dear, it’s better if you don’t know.

You: Well, that’s irrelevant. Anyway, I think I’m in love.

Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Appeared again. Gone.

You could almost see Spencer at his desk, frowning, the gears in his brain turning, mentally reviewing everything he had ever seen about love at first sight.

Spence: Is it smart to date someone on the same floor as you? What if it doesn't work out? What about mental health?

He was right about that.

You: Mental health is a thing of the past, Spence. Something cavemen looked for, now what brings a couple together is shared trauma. Spence: I really hope this is a metaphor. Please tell me it is a metaphor. You: No, this is me saying I need your help to find out who he is, because I'm going to marry him. Spence: You need (psychiatric) help.

Spence put his phone down on the table, trying to get back to work, but the nagging feeling was still there, in the back of his mind. He read and reread the message again, as if the meaning would magically appear on the screen.

“DILF,” he mumbled, trying to remember if he had ever heard or read that word before, “maybe a character name…” Emily walked past him, returning from the kitchen with a steaming cup of coffee.

“Emily,” he called, whispering, trying not to attract the attention of the people around him.

“What?” he whispered back, bringing the cup to his lips. Spencer leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“I’m having doubts about the semantics of a word, do you know what a… DILF is?”

Emily choked on her coffee, coughing slightly. “What?” she repeated, surprised.

“A DILF, do you know what it means?” he analyzed her reaction for a second, before continuing, “I don’t know what it means but it seemed important to understand the context.”

Her lips opened in a wry smile. “Oh Spencer, who is corrupting your beautiful brain?”

Spencer ignored the provocation, curiosity overcoming embarrassment – big mistake. “Is it some kind of acronym?”

“Yes,” she replied, smirking, “it stands for ‘Dad I’d Like to…’” She paused, waiting patiently for his brain to fill in the rest.

“Oh,” he blinked, remaining completely still. Despite the lack of words, his face was turning different shades of red. “I-I, um, thanks.”

Emily walked away shaking her head, an amused smile on her lips.

Spencer: I figured out what DILF stands for, and I have two things to say. First, Freud must be turning in his grave right now (and he would love to meet you). Second, you owe me a lobotomy.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud in the elevator when you read Spencer’s last message. Putting your phone in your pocket, you took a deep breath, trying to get your thoughts in order. You could still feel the touch of his hands on your shoulders, the way his dark eyes had examined you for a second longer than necessary, as if he wanted to make sure you were really okay.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, another realization dawned on you: the man lived right next door. He was there all the time. And you had spent a week making a hell of a lot of noise.

Great. Perfect first impression.

You continued on your way to college, but your mind was on your new apartment, mentally rehearsing what the next time you bumped into him would be like. Maybe a formal apology? A cake? An anonymous note slipped under the door?

Fate seemed particularly generous, because when you were returning home at the end of the day, a woman and a little boy were walking towards your neighbor’s door.

Instinctively, you slowed your pace, watching the interaction. The woman – who you assumed was a close relative, or probably the boy’s mother – glanced briefly in your direction, offering a polite smile.

You smiled back, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder, taking a deep breath before taking the last few steps that separated you from their door.

Oh, he’s married, God isn’t in all things.

“Hi, I live right across the street,” you pointed to the door, smiling at the little boy before turning your gaze back to the woman. “I think I owe you an apology.”

“Apology? Why?” she asked, her tone gentle, despite the clear confusion on her face.

“For the moving noises,” you smiled, a little embarrassed, “and also for almost knocking over what I assume was your husband in the hallway.”

She laughed, shaking her head as if that was the funniest thing she’d heard all day. “Oh, you mean Aaron? Oh my God! Husband? No, I’m just Jack’s aunt.” She bent down a little to adjust the backpack on the boy’s shoulders, casting a mischievous look over him. “And he’s single, by the way.”

Well, maybe he is.

You felt your cheeks burning at the insinuation, smiling as you turned your gaze back to the little boy. “Well, anyway, I thought I’d make up for it with a proper apology.” You crouched down a little to be closer to Jack’s height. “Do you like cookies? Cake?”

The boy’s smile widened now, his eyes lighting up. Before he could answer, the woman laughed softly. “Oh, he loves chocolate chip cookies.”

“Really?”

Jack nodded. “Chocolate chip cookies,” he said, whispering as if it were an important secret.

You placed your hand on your chest, leaning closer to whisper, as if this were a secret mission. “Understood, Mr. Jack. Chocolate chip cookies. I’ll make the best cookies, with double the chocolate.”

The woman smiled amiably, unlocking the door. “I’m sure he’ll love it. And don’t worry about the noise, moving is chaotic. Welcome to the building, by the way.”

“Thank you. See you soon, Jack. See you soon…”

“Jessica,” she added, with an amused smile. “See you around.”

–

Saturday morning started like any other in the Hotchner household: Jack – still in his pajamas, with his hair messy – dragged his feet to the kitchen, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Aaron was already preparing his son’s breakfast when he heard a soft noise coming from the door – a sound almost imperceptible.

He frowned curiously. Gesturing for Jack to wait in the kitchen, he walked to the front door and opened it slowly, alert.

On the floor, there was a glass jar filled with cookies that looked homemade, golden brown, with generous chunks of chocolate. Tied to the jar was a note tied with a simple bow, written in beautiful, slanted handwriting:

“Mission accomplished, Mr. Jack. Hope you like them. Note: If they’re good, I made them. If they’re bad, oh what an evil bakery, selling bad food.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, a laugh escaping before he could contain it. For a second, he stood in the doorway, scanning the silent hallway, hoping to find some clue. Who would leave food on the doorstep of someone they barely knew? He glanced at Jack, who now seemed fully awake, his eyes shining with satisfaction at the sight of the gift.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked in an amused voice, shaking the jar of cookies slightly.

Jack nodded excitedly. “When Aunt Jess came to pick me up yesterday, we ran into our neighbor from across the hall. She apologized for the noise and for almost knocking you over the other day.” Aaron raised an eyebrow, listening intently to the explanation. “She asked me what I liked, and I told her I liked chocolate chip cookies. So she said she’d give me some along with her apology.”

He inhaled slowly, carefully opening the jar, taking out a cookie, and taking in the smell and texture—and the bounty of melted chocolate chips. “Oh, so now we have a neighbor who makes secret deals with you?”

Jack laughed, shrugging. “Aunt Jess said she’s nice.”

Aaron stared at the jar for a few more seconds, his mind torn between the tempting smell of chocolate and the invisible weight of caution. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the gesture. It was the kind of gift his younger self would have accepted without a second thought. But after years of seeing the worst in people, it was hard to believe that someone would take the time to bake cookies just to apologize.

“Yeah…” he said finally, reaching for another cookie a little hesitantly. “She seems really nice too.”

He broke the cookie in half, offering it to Jack before taking a bite. As the smell had already given away, they were very good, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, just the right amount of sweet. You clearly knew what you were doing.

Jack finished the cookie, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his pajamas before reaching for another. “Can we get her a present too?”

“How about a card? You could draw something. I’m sure she’d like it.”

–

You were heading to the kitchen to make some coffee, still a little sleepy. You needed a generous amount of caffeine to grade your tests – if you received another email asking about your grade, Spencer would have to come and get you with his work friends. Something caught your eye on the floor, a small colorful envelope was resting under your door.

You bent down and carefully pulled out the card: A piece of cardboard folded in half, covered in colorful stars and a rosy-cheeked sun with a big smile in the center. When you opened it, the message written in the adorable handwriting of a child:

“Apology fully accepted. The cookies were very good, thank you! I just realized I forgot to ask, what’s your name? Your new friend, Jack.”

You stood there, still for a moment, smiling at the card as you felt your chest immediately warm. Maybe you could reframe your thoughts on construction work, because now, maybe deep down, you’re glad the pipe burst.

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I've been writing this since April *biting fist emoji*, and to be honest, I've changed the script so much that I don't even know how to continue. I'm only posting this because I know myself and I know I'm one step away from freaking out and deleting everything :) When this is over I'll probably write a sequel.

Anyway, I think this is my favorite (cover your ears, alien superstar).

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goorgeousz · 2 months ago

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emily mentions your underwear once and your brain short circuits

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pairing: emily prentiss x fem!reader

content/tw: alcohol, mentions of underwears, reader wears a g-string, spencer gets super flustered, emily and reader flirt around like derek and garcia

a/n: I’ve listened to “guess” over 15 times in a row yesterday and this scenario keept popping up in my mind. anyways, hope you enjoy it <3

part two here

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“Ugh. Why do men.” you groaned, placing your phone back down on the table after checking your new notification.

“What did he say now?” Garcia asked, leaning towards you.

“He asked me the color of my underwear.” you handed her the phone. Morgan and Reid, on each of her sides, leaned closer to see the text, in amusement and disgust, respectively.

“Reid, why do men seem to be so fascinated with women’s clothing?” Emily asked him.

“This is not… exactly my…field of expertise.” he started, blushing slightly, but excited as he always gets when someone encourages his ramblings. “But I do think it’s similar to the thought of people preferring privacy accounts over porn videos. It adds a level of intimacy and personal connection to the fantasy. He could just… masturbate thinking about you or looking for a picture. But when he asks you this, he’s bringing you into his imagination, making you actively participate in it. That’s my take, I think.” he shrugged.

“That’s… very smart.” you state, amazed. He smiles. “But I still think men are horrible. Terrible.”

“Don’t generalize.” Morgan pointed out, which earned him eye rolling from you, Emily and Penelope “Okay, okay!” he raised his hands in mock surrender “I’ll get another round of shots to apologize on our behalf.”

That earned him a kiss on the cheek from Garcia. She followed him toward the bar, leaving on the table only you, Spencer and Emily.

“I still don’t see the appeal. It doesn’t turn me on thinking about what kind of clothing he has on right now.”

“Well, women's undergarments are much more attractive than men’s.” Spender answers to you, blushing again furiously

“Let’s test that theory.” Emily suggests, turning her body completely towards you.

Mirroring her move, you turned on your seat to face her “What’s the color of your underwear?” you asked between giggles, trying (and failing) to make your voice sound low and sexy.

Emily, on the other hand, managed to bite back a laugh just fine, her amused smile turning into a smug smirk in a second. She leaned in, “I’m wearing a dark purple lace bra. It has a white bow between my… you know.” she winked.

Instantly you felt your mouth dry, the loud music from the bar faded away and it was only you and her. And her dark purple lace bra. You and her are used to jokingly flirting here and there, but, for some reason, it never actually felt real until that moment.

Your mind went blank, the only thing you could come up with was “Yeah?”

Her smirk grew, like she knew what it was doing to you “Mhmm. And it’s a set. My underwear is just like my bra: dark purple and lace, with the white little bow on the top. A g-string, just like yours.”

And that’s when you collapsed. Your eyes widened slightly, your face heating like she just slapped you.

Then, she switched it off. Her teasing posture was gone and she laughed loudly. Because you had no idea what just happened or what to do, you laughed with her, but clearly fakely. She turned towards Reid, whose eyes were about to pop out of his head, his face somehow redder than yours.

“I see the appeal.” she confessed to him, like she wanted him to add that to his database.

“Woah, what happened here? Why does Reid look like he just got a second-degree burn?” Morgan asked, setting the five glass shots on the table.

“They were flirting. Again. Guys, you know it breaks Reid.” Garcia chimed in, placing down a little plate with salt and lemon slices.

“Leave the foreplay to the bedroom, Misses.” he added, giving you a teasing wink.

“Oh, I wish. She likes boys.” Emily said, putting salt on her wrist before turning to you with a knowing smirk “But she knows I’d hit it.”

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uyuforu · 11 months ago

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Romance Numbers in Destiny of Matrix

Hi people! So I have been discovering Destiny of Matrix for some days and I LOVE this technique. And of course, anytime I discover some thing, I love to check with the people I know to see how accurate it is. Moreover, I feel like it hasn't been talked much on Tumblr? Like there are posts but not enough in my opinion. I wanted to try to give my interpretation as I have made some researches based on people I know. So this post is totally my own interpretation! Though, I hope this can give some insights, and some good tools too.

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What is Destiny Matrix?

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Destiny Matrix is an Esoteric tool that explores the 22 Arcana's of the Tarot to see a different approach of yourself and your life, as a Chart, similar to Astrology. It's a tool that also enable you to develop your full potential as an individual. Numbers and Chakras are used instead of signs, houses and degrees.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Calculate your Destiny Matrix Chart here.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Numbers on the Chart will go from 1 to 22, representing each Tarot's 22 Major Arcanas.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Colored Numbers are your main energies, they are also great tools to understand your true potential and why you came into this life, but also past life, desires, and your soul's purpose. Though this isn't the theme in this post.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Some more ressources on Tumblr here!

How do you use Destiny Matrix?

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ In this post, we will talk about the romance and love part of your life. And mostly numbers. On each sides of the chart, you'll see your different ages, representing different eras of your life. And above those different ages, you'll see a number, between 1 to 22.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ As you may have guessed it, those numbers will express the energy of what is happening in your life in those eras. It doesn't only mean one thing, it's a global energy. So this energy can be taken in romance, career, etc.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ It's more about energies and main events. It's a life forecast.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Now, each numbers above your different ages represent a Tarot Major Arcana, to know more, here is the Wikipedia page.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Of course, each Arcana have also their own energies and meanings, and the way I interpret cards have always been taking both positive and negative energies. In this tool, I think it's important to take both.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ I have so studied this technique with my personal knowledge and thought of doing an observation post about it, please read this before continuing:

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Please know this post is based on my personal researches. I practice Tarot too and I have some knowledge on the cards, but I am still new at Destiny of Matrix. My main goal in this post is to give more insights and my own point of view on the matter. I of course use relatives and individuals I knows to support all theories here. This is truly an observation post. Please take it lightly!

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Also please use your intuition, I bet you'll not have children at 5 years old, so even if you see a number that can indicate pregnancy, think twice that it might not happen when you are too young. Use your own discernment, and take it in an open-minded way! Those are possible indicators only!

Meeting your Future Spouse Numbers

1: The Magician

The first Major Arcana can be an indicator of meeting your Future spouse. This card is the very first card, which usually represents new beginnings, something new coming to your life. It also indicates lovestruck, beginning of a relationship, and building a story with someone. In this case, this can be taken as a something new starting, and def something major in your life.

5: The Hierophant

The Hierophant, also called The Pope, is the 5th card and is an indicator of meeting your FS. This card is considered linked to marriage, as the man on the card usually seal a union between two individuals. Usually this card represent a union that can go far, meaning to marriage. So this can also be an indicator of meeting someone you'll marry in the future. It seems like this number happened with people when they realized who they will marry.

6: The Lovers

The Lovers is the 6th card and it's also an indicator of meeting your FS! It's a quite strong indicator in my opinion, since this card is a divine union card, so soulmates for example are often represented with this card. You could meet a destined lover with this number, or just fall in love too.

10: The Wheel of Fortune

The 10th card usually represents major change in our life, so if you have a 10 number, this can be a year when you'll meet someone who will deeply change your life. This can be a year when you'll meet your FS, things will change!

14: Temperance

This number can also indicate meeting your FS, as this card is also a Soulmate card. Just as the Lovers card, you could meet a divine partner this year but also someone who you'll love deeply. It can also be a soulmate, but this can def be an indicator of meeting the person you'll marry.

16: The Tower

The Tower is also called "The House of God" in the French Version, and it can then represent something fated by a higher force. The number 16 can be a time when you'll meet someone who was "sent" to you, someone who is destined to meet you, and they could perhaps be your FS. It usually also represents a happy union.

17: The Star

The Star is the 17th card of the Tarot for Major Arcana, and it is a sign of hope, happiness and optimism. This number can also be an indicator of meeting someone who will bring you great joy. This is an indicator of having a protected Union, being a couple that will last a long time but also a couple who will having high chances to have children together. Fertility is a keyword for this card.

18: The Moon

So, at first I wasn't going to include this number but two of my family members got it the year they met their FS. So it caught my interest. This card can indicate meeting someone you'll want children with. And it is also a sign of fertility. This number can then be an indicator of meeting your FS since it also talks about meeting someone you'll feel at home and comfortable with, and perhaps meeting someone who is a soulmate too. I have also noticed a pattern with this number: both my relative who got this number met their FS while being in a relationship! Perhaps this can be an indicator...

19: The Sun

AH the Sun! The happy card! The Sun to me makes it obvious we need to add the number 19. This number will bring great happiness and joy into your life, so this can be a year you can meet your FS since they will usually (I wish you that at least), great happiness. This card represents union, a couple that is a great fit for one another, but also a couple that is very tender and wish to build a future together. But it also represents universal and unconditional love!

20: Judgment

The number 20 can be another indicator of meeting your FS. That number is about meeting a person who will be a major meeting in our life. It's also about love at first sight. But also about our destiny. So we could be meeting someone who was meant for us.

22: The Fool

This is the last card in the Major arcana, and it usually represents a meeting a new person in a very unexpected way. But it also represents honeymoon, and meeting a passionate lover. While this can be surprising for others, I think it's important to remember this card represents endings leading to new beginnings. So yes, this can also be an indicator.

Examples

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My mom was a 10 when she met my dad.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My dad only married my step mother, and he had number 10 the year he met her.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ The year I met my FS online I was a 6.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ And the year we met in real life I was a 16!

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Both my grandma and my aunt were a 18 when they met their FS, yet both met them at a time they were already in a relationship!

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My grandfather was a 20 when he met my grandma.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My other grandma was also a 10 when she met my other grandfather.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My FS was a 16 when we first met and 5 when we met in real life.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ One of my best friend was a 5 the first time she met her FS.

Getting Engaged / Marriage Numbers

2: The Popess

5: The Hierophant

6: The Lovers

7: The Chariot

This card is about moving, and things moving fast, forward. An engagement or a wedding is a new step in a relationship, so this card can be an indicator.

8: The Justice

Marriage contract

10: The Wheel of Fortune

16: The Tower

19: The Sun

20: The Judgment

21: The World

22: The Fool

A new era of your life, something totally new coming.

Examples

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ When my dad and step mother married, she was a 21 and my dad was a 20.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My grandma was an 8 when she got married for the second time.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My grandfather was a 22 when he got married the second time.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My other grandmother was a 21 when she got married too.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My aunt was a 5 when she got married.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ If I follow my predictions, I will be an 8 or 16 when I'll get married.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My mother has indicators of getting married soon and she will be a 7 soon LOL.

Pregnancies/ Having Children Numbers

2: The Popess

The Popess represents the oldest woman, the woman who has knowledges and experiences, so it can also represents a nurse, or women who help during the pregnancies. And it is also a sign, as the card itself, of pregnancies. It is governed by the Moon. It represents the desire to have children, and also to be pregnant. It is also a sign of maternal wisdom or nurturing.

3: The Empress (for women specifically)

The Empress represents the woman, and it is a major number to have for years to be pregnant. I would say that it represents being pregnant best, and more if you are a woman actually. This card is represented by Venus, and it is a huge indicators of being pregnant, being fertile, and having children. Pregnancy is a huge theme on this card. The Empress represents the mother in Tarot.

4: The Emperor (for men specifically)

As the Empress represents the mother, the Emperor represents the father! So if you are a man, this can be an indicator of becoming a father a certain year.

6: The Lovers

It wasn't an indicator to me at first but I saw two of my family members being a 6 during pregnancies or when they had a child, so I have decided to mark it. I guess since the Lovers represents being two, and when a woman is pregnant, she is two (her + the child), it can be an indicator. Both of those family members had this indicator with their first children!

10: The Wheel of Fortune

The Wheel of Fortune isn't necessarily a pregnancy indicator in Tarot, at least not specifically. But, this card represents big change or transformation in one's life. So it's obvious it can mean something is changing. This can so indicate pregnancies, and if you are a woman, this can even indicate something is changing in your body!

13: Death

While Death represents change and transformation, it can also apply in this case in my opinion. It means new beginnings, it's a card that indicates deep change, so even physically and mentally. So this can mean deep change and transformation in your body, but also in your life, as having children brings total new beginnings.

16: The Tower

This card brings happy news and it's a card about fertility, and also men's fertility. It represents pregnancies in some cases as it brings happy news specially to the home.

17: The Stars

This card represents women, fertility, feeling harmonious, and wishes for pregnancies. It represents possible birth and children.

18: The Moon

This is a feminine card too! A card ruled by Cancer, and a big indicator for pregnancies and children. In Tarot, this totally represents being pregnant. It also represents the desire to be pregnant, and the action to fall pregnant (so s3x, but def in order to be pregnant).

19: The Sun

So, there are two reasons as to why I think this can be an indicator. First, this card represents happy news, and so this is obvious (generally) a pregnancy is a happy new. But this card is also ruled by the Sun & Leo, and it so is the card of children.

21: The World

The World is a card that can also represents pregnancies. First, it's a card that has more feminine and women energies. This card represent the end of a project, and it can be the outcome of a couple project (what do couples do together... iykyk), it also represents a perfect project.

Examples

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My mother had number 3 when she had me.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ When my step-mother was pregnant with my sister, she was a 18.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My aunt was a 10 during her first pregnancy.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ The next years she is a 13 and then 16, I am pretty sure she will fall pregnant again (I have astro indicator of having a new cousin this year).

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My dad was a 18 when my mom was pregnant, and a 10 when I was born.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ He was a 10 again when my brother was born.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My grandma was a 21 when she was pregnant with her first child.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ Funny thing, my grandma was a 4 when she had my mother, but the story was that my grand father reallyyyy wanted a child that year.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My other grandma was a 21 when she had my aunt.

FS being a Foreigner Numbers

For this part, we will focus on the numbers near the hearts, and actually those three (see pictures). Those numbers are indicators and a way to describe your FS. In those numbers, you can see if your FS can be a foreigner. Here are some numbers can indicate such thing.

7: The Chariot

The Chariot is a card that represents the act of moving, and it can also indicate traveling. Despite it's not necessarily a card that means this, it is still connected to the world, since the Chariot goes and doesn't stop. It can go anywhere, so this can be an indicator of having a foreign spouse.

14: Temperance

Temperance is a card that is related to holidays and traveling for vacations, so this card can also be linked to the foreign world. This card also reminded me of the foreign land, foreign people and people who are open-minded. After all, Aquarius rule over this card, so it makes sense.

19: The Sun

This can be surprising, yet I don't think it's a major indicator, but it can still be. Actually, the Sun as a card represent countries that are hot, and places where we can go on vacations, so this is again linked to foreign lands and foreigners.

21: The World

This one is obvious, the World literally represents what it is meant to. This is the biggest indicator to me.

22: The Fool

The last card of the Tarot to me is an indicator of having a foreign spouse as well, and I would say in my opinion, 2nd biggest. This card is ruled by Uranus, so Aquarius too. This card represents the travelers, people who go and just want to discover, curiosity, it represents "everywhere".

Not a lot of people around me married foreigners for now, I don't have much examples, except my FS is a foreigner and I have a 22 number lol. But this is just my guesses since those are cards that are linked to foreign lands.

Being Single / Breaking Up / Divorce Numbers

1: The Magician

New beginnings, starting a new project, cheating, being cheated on etc.

7: The Chariot

Moving on, moving to someone/ something else/ searching for something else.

8: The Justice

Breaking a contract, divorce.

9: The Hermit

Wanting to be alone, being left alone, someone breaking up with us, breaking up and staying single, being single.

10: The Wheel of Fortune

Change, suddenly breaking up, changing partner, passing from one partner to the other, etc.

12: The Hanged Man

Stop of a relationship, breaking up, divorce, the end of a relationship, leaving a partner.

13: Death

End of a relationship, divorce, separation, break up, being heart broken.

14: Temperance

End of a relationship, breaking up, could be a break up in good term, but also a break up because of miscommunication, couple not being made for each other.

15: The Devil

Cheating, being cheated on, doing terrible things against your partner, or your partner being terrible things to you, divorce, break up, leaving your partner for someone else, your partner leaving you for someone else, having bad intentions.

16: The Tower

Break up, divorce, separation, fights, arguments, cheating, being cheated on, breaking up on bad terms.

21: The World

Being rejected by your partner, being cheated on, partner breaking up with you, couple failing, couple not being made for each other, divorce, break up, cheating, wanting adventures.

22: The Fool

End of a relationship, stepping away from a partner, wanting to be single, being single, wanting to go on adventures, cheating, being cheated on, a partner leaving us, sudden endings.

Examples

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ When my mom and dad divorced, my mom was a 13. My dad was a 10.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My step mother was a 12 when she and my dad divorced.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ I was a 16 when I had a big break up with one of my ex who cheated on me (and then made me believe it was my fault lmao).

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My aunt left her partner to be with her current husband the year she was a 10.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My dad was a 12 the year he got divorced from my step mother.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My grand father was a 12 when he left his first wife.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My grand mother was a 10 when she left her first husband for my grand father.

⋆.˚₊˚⊹ ᰔ My grandmother was a 8 when she got divorced from my grandfather.

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t4t4t · 2 months ago

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"So to everyone scrambling to show the dolls that they care i have this to say: we got here because of you. It was your politics, your lines, your gender-class interests that led us to this place. If you want to switch shit up now and try to help us get out of this mess then the best thing you can do is take real aim at patriarchal civilization, both in the ways you are oppressed by it and the ways you carry it into your lives and movements. In the meantime, as Sanyika Shakur said to euro-american radicals, slide any extra weapons our way. We don’t need instagram videos, we don’t need t-shirts, we need patriarchal civilization to be weakened by war on many fronts.

To my trans sisters let me say this: no one is going to dig us out of this pit except for us. We need our own politics, our own armed units, our own territory and neighborhoods, to manage our own hormone production. So long as we are dependent on patriarchal imperialism we are never going to free ourselves. It’s one thing to recognize that it was the cis women’s movement or the transmasculine queer movement or whoever else who led us into this quagmire, but blame is only useful for splitting off. We still have to dig ourselves out, we still have to recognize that it was our political weakness that allowed everyone else to take advantage of us for so long. No one is coming to save us, no matter how many t-shirts they sell.

A real life example of what i mean. In Harlem recently a young trans woman of color, Jaia Cruz, was attacked by a man in a deli. The man struck Jaia repeatedly, calling her a faggot and a tranny. Jaia stabbed him in self defense and her attacker died. She was sent to Rikers island without bail and, after accepting a plea deal, got 15 years in prison. Her official sentencing is at the end of May and while there is a small movement to free her, very few of us trans women want to understand what Jaia Cruz’s case means for us. As with CeCe McDonald back in 2011, Jaia Cruz’s sentence proves that there is no legal way to defend yourself as a trans woman of color. White sisters haven’t picked this up yet.

See plenty of settler trans women are already armed. It’s popular and cute in our subcultures for white trans women to take thirst traps with their guns. This means almost nothing. Isolated gun fetishists will mean nothing when it comes to actually fighting a war against the state. A sister of mine compared them to those white settler rhodesian women who armed themselves against Zimbabwean revolutionaries. Without a revolutionary political-military theory and practice that sets us against the imperialist state and all of patriarchal civilization we, as settler trans women, are just as likely to die for white supremacy as we are to fight against it.

Was that blunt enough to shake things up a little bit? I learned the hard way (as we all do eventually) that niceties and saved feelings get us nowhere in real terms. The feminist (and anti-feminist) left has long relied on telling lies and claiming easy victories to avoid the hard, messy work of sharpening our practice and evaluating our failures. I know i must sound like a broken record at this point but this moment will be squandered without the intervention of sisters who patriarchal society would like to ignore, denounce as insane or fringe.

We are now, in a real way, gender outlaws. Not just because we violate unwritten patriarchal laws but because our very existence is more and more illegal. In this age of social media we have plenty of people sounding the alarm on these kinds of policies. What we need is a breakthrough in practical terms, new experiments in organizing and fighting against patriarchal civilization itself. We are, consciously or unconsciously, stuck repeating old forms of rebellion. Forms that didn’t work even when they were popular. The euro-style Marxist party building org, the anarchist charity projects, the Maoist youth study groups, none are adequate to even begin the work we need to do.

So don’t waste your time buying t-shirts or filming tiktoks. The undertaking that’s sitting in front of all of us is too massive for any of us to shirk our duties, and anyone who doesn’t pitch in is getting left behind. The fracturing that’s happening now between dominant male fascism and gender outlaws isn’t going to leave anyone untouched. Lines are being drawn and you might look down to find you don’t like what side you wind up on. It’s harder to make that choice than you think.

Arm the dolls."

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salemoleander · 2 years ago

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I am BARELY resisting going full red-strings-corkboard on this season. And by barely resisting I mean not resisting at all here is an extremely long list of the events those pins would be marking out.

BigB getting a Task that was a different color than everyone else's. It's not just a randomly assigned Hard Task, bc Scar rerolled for a Hard Task and his was also just a white envelope. It's fundamentally different.

That task taking BigB away from socialization, and seemingly being an incredibly time-consuming and dull request. Of profound disinterest to any watchers.

The phrasing of his Task!!

Dig a big hole. All the way down. At least 3x3. Make it your base if you want.

Everyone else's are direct and formal - the only one with more than one sentence was Skizz's, with the rule clarification of "One attempt only." Bigb's Task is four short abrupt sentences. It is also the only Task to contain extraneous information, 'Make it your base if you want.' The requirements (at least 3x3) feel like an afterthought to mimic the numerical/specific demands of the other tasks.

Evo symbol on the face of the Secret Keeper statue.

The fact that there's a statue at all; the fact that there is a physical representation of what is assigning tasks that everyone must complete, when previously everything was always handled via commands and unseen RNG.

Grian talking to the statue, and (bc of his Actual Role as game organizer) acting as a mediator for the impartial decisions handed down, speaking for it.

Grian making one last bad joke and saying he doesn't know if it counted or not- depends on whether we the audience laughed.

Grian asking for task recommendations from the audience. The watchers are making the tasks. The Watchers are making the tasks.

Again I could be off-base, and I'm not usually even that smitten with bringing in Evo lore. I don't want a Big Bad really...but. It feels like something very unusual and intentional and cool is happening in this series. And I'd guess we'll know if theres something going on once we have more than one data point.

My largely unfounded suspicion is that there is another being (maybe Listeners, maybe something else) trying to reach out to the Players via decoy Tasks, and BigB was the first recipient. Get them alone, make them of disinterest to the watchers, and tell them something we don't get to know.

Because that's the really, really fucking cool part (if my wacky theory is remotely right): We're the bad guys. We're the ones giving out tasks - hell, we're the ones actively brainstorming harder and crueller tasks in Grian's comments!

If they actually made a story where the Players have to keep secrets from us I will be delighted. Bc that is the same genius bullshit that made Evo Watcher lore so fun

#secret life #slsmp #life series #grian #secret life smp #bigb #i think im starting to get the shape of the conceit #this could all be nonsense of course. i may be completely off base and nothing will happen and it's just a normal life series #but it feels like there's something Larger happening here #anyways. will keep thinking and mulling this over and collecting scraps of evidence #secret life spoilers #slsmp spoilers #spoilers #salem meta #salem tag #im so enriched. i love being wrong about stories

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twitter-sakuranokaze · 1 year ago

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FF14 Battle Portrait Tutorial

For the past few weeks I was trying to find a way to recreate the battle portrait from FF14 as there was a few characters that I want to see in that style but don't officially have one yet. I think I got it down more or less (see image below) so I thought it's a good time to share what I did.

First of all, I made a few files that would help make life a little easier. They can be grabbed here .

Note: I did use Reshade to do a bit of work at the screenshot stage to help speed up the process but the same effect can be recreated in Photoshop with a vanilla screenshot. There are a lot of tutorials on how to do comic/cartoon effect in photoshop and those would make good bases to work off of.

Step 1: Take the screenshot with the PortraitBase Shader on. I usually take two screenshots. One with "Comic" on and one with it turned off. This is so that I have more to work with if needed.

Step 2: Drag all the screenshots into photoshop and remove the background. In photoshop, arrange the layer so that the screenshot with the Comic lines visible is on top of the one with the effect off.

Step 3: Duplicate the the layer with the "comic" effect and apply Blur->Gaussian blur (radius 0.5)

Step 4: Take a look at the hair. In Eric's case, It still doesn't look blur enough to me so I used the blur tool and blurred it a bit more

Step 5: Create a new layer above the layer in the previous step and use the brush tool to start outlining the edges. Where to outline is up to you but the idea is to make edges defined so that it looks more like a drawing.

Step 6: Duplicate the outline layer and then hide that layer. Step 7: Merge everything under the outline layer. Step 8: Drag and drop the "Texture.png" into the project and Clip it to your character layer. Set the blending of the texture to "soft light". Step 9: Drag and drop the "stroke Texture.png" into the project and Clip it to your character layer. Adjust the size till you are happy then set the blending to "overlay". Step 10: Adjust the opacity settings of both texture layers until it looks good to you.

Step 11: Click on your character layer and go to image->Adjustments->Hue/Saturation (note: you will see I dragged in the official Hades portrait as a point of reference to work off of). Adjust the saturation till you are happy.

Step 12: Go to image->Adjustments->Color Balance and adjust the color till you are happy. In this example, since Eric is also wearing the Sophist robe, I tried to match that color to Hades' Sophist robe color.

Step 13: Once you are happy, drag the "Template.png" into the project and scale that to the size you want. Make sure it is completely covering the character. If it's not, you can just use paint more of it with the brush tool to extend it till it covers everything.

Step 14: Hide the "template.png" layer and select your character layer. Use the magic wand tool to select the outside of the character.

Step 15: With the selection still selected, click on the "Template.png" layer and press delete on your keyboard. You should now be left with a blank in the shape of your character.

Step 16: Drag the"Template.png" layer to be below your character layer. Then click on your character layer and clip it.

Step 17: Click on the "Template.png" layer and add a 2px stroke and shadow to it.

Step 18: Drag "Back_Deco.png" into the project and place it behind your character. Scale it till you are happy with it.

And that's it! Now you can recreate portraits for any NPCs that you want (in theory). A lot of it is also fine tuning to what you want but this should at least give you a decent base to work off of :)

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #tutorial #or at least my attempt at making a tutorial

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oikarma · 3 months ago

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how you get the girl | pt.2

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: what is up with your ex-situationship's timing?

a/n: time to lock in and actually work on this fic LOL.

part one / part two

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lilyzneimer will miss having you as a neighbor </3

yourinstagram oh but lily no distance could separate us yourinstagram i'll call you so often you'll get sick of me lilyzneimer you already do yourinstagram oh. so.

hattiepiastri what happened to "catch flights not feelings"

yourinstagram in the making of this post no feelings were caught hattiepiastri but you are catching a flight yourinstagram it's for my freaking job let me BREATHE

yourfriend chef ramsey

yourinstagram ❤️ come over and i'll let you try some, they're sooo good

lando missing you in shanghai

yourinstagram you called me hours minutes ago lando wish you'd come visit yourinstagram what, are we in an established relationship? hattiepiastri OOOH CLOCKED!!

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yourfriend so much fun with you!

yourinstagram can't believe we live so close now

hattiepiastri but i'm literally in aus.

yourinstagram didn't say where my home was, read the caption again hattiepiastri sorry queen ☹️

lando but that's not where mine is?

yourinstagram lando have you been listening to ts recently lando maybe yourinstagram didn't peg you for a lover boy @/oscarpiastri come here lilyzneimer don't make fun of his music taste yourinstagram who, oscar's? don't you worry, i was just sharing information so oscar could bully lando oscarpiastri Thanks, mate. yourinstagram good lad! lando ...

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user1 cheating already? gah. men.

user2 well maybe kylie's had a change of mind we never know. might be an inside joke or something

user3 she VEHEMENTLY hates green user4 wow fancy vocab user2 i'm just saying, maybe there's another meaning.

user5 are we sure its timothee

user6 ma'am this is a wendy's

user7 where even was he

user8 he posted his poker night at chateau marmont then dipped so no idea user9 on his story he posted a pic at an airport so prob not in LA anymore

user10 what was that girl he was hooking up with called again? swore i heard her talking in one of her tiktoks how she loved green

user11 that's crazy user12 delulu 101 user13 think her name was y/n or something just google it

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lilyzneimer ...what now

yourinstagram TURN OFF DND AND RESPOND TO ME

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tiktok

@/chalametss timothee and kylie spotted at a concert

user1 guess it was an inside joke after all

user2 what user3 there was a rumor going around that he was buying stuff in her least favorite color user4 what even are these theories

user5 mom i don't like what i'm seeing

yourtiktok @/lilyztiktok bro this comment has been deleted

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lando Shanghai P4. Not the best pace today. We got off to a bad start but made what we could. Good job, Oscar.

user1 ohhh the first pic

user2 ovaries just exploded

user3 lando norizz who? he looks at me like that and i drop dead

user4 You got it mate

oscarpiastri Thanks Lando!

user5 mclaren's 2025 wdc + wcc

yourinstagram congrats! wish i could've been there

lando come to suzuka? user6 @/maguiwhateverheruseris keep an eye on your man user7 she's actually really pretty...why y'all hating? user8 no one's hating?? yourinstagram i'll see

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hattiepiastri oooh SPICY

yourinstagram 💓💋

lilyzneimer i approve of p3 wholeheartedly

yourinstagram almost forgot i had him blocked for a moment and worried that he'd see it lilyzneimer what are you worrying about?? you don't owe him anything

lando coming?

lando to suzuka? yourinstagram why'd you phrase it like that lando 😉 oscarpiastri Can you guys not. yourinstagram pop off oscar, tell him off lando 😔

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a/n: got kinda messy...

#lando norris x reader #formula one x reader #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 smau #lando norris #timothée chalamet #timothee x you #oikarma ᯓᡣ𐭩

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lover-of-mine · 3 months ago

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Welcome to a guide to all basketball references around Buck's character so far written by the crazy color theory girlie who happens to be a former basketball player and might get too excited writing this!

Okay, first time we encounter a basketball in Buck's journey is actually in 301. The ball is there when Eddie drops Chris off but we do not get an angle of that table in 303, so it's unclear if it's still there.

But I can tell you it's no longer there the next time we see that table. And pretty much every other time we are in that area.

So the ball is only there for the beginning of Buck figuring out he loves Chris like a parent, not enough to create a pattern, BUT, it is the beginning of a major arc for Buck. So something to look out for.

The next time basketball comes up in relation to Buck doesn't really involve Buck. It is during 404 when Chim and Albert are discussing the Daniel secret and the way Buck is unaware of this big secret that shaped his whole life. In the episode he finds that out. So, look, another major event in Buck's life having basketball smacked in the middle.

Once is an instance, twice is a coincidence, so let's keep going.

Next time we see a basketball is in 608. When Buck is babysitting Jee while madney house-hunts.

608 is not a particularly eventful episode for Buck, but the house-hunting leads to the Buckley visiting, which ends up being a key part of his coma dream, a bit of a stretch, but I'll keep it here for further consideration.

Then we get to 704. 608 might be a stretch, but this sure ain't. So basketballs seem to be tied world-altering arcs beginning for Buck somehow.

704 first references basketball when Buck mentions the pickup basketball game Eddie is going to with Tommy. That's not the beginning of Buck's jealousy, but it is the first time he says he's upset he's being "excluded" even tho Eddie keeps inviting him. But that is what starts Buck's escalation.

Which then leads us to the scene everyone misunderstood.

We still don't know who Eddie was talking to, since who is talking to is fully irrelevant, but it is kinda funny that Buck is desperately trying to get Eddie's attention.

The thing here is that the dialogue "I was thinking we should, we should get a hoop, huh?" is easy to misinterpret as Buck trying to invite himself to the game and not knowing the proper language for it, since "shoot some hoops" is a casual way to invite someone to play basketball. But we establish that Buck has a standing invitation, he just keeps saying no because he doesn't like it. He hates in fact, as stated twice in the show. Buck wants to get an actual hoop for the station so that Eddie doesn't have to go with Tommy to play it. Buck already has a ball, we saw it in the loft twice. He got a ball for the station and he wants to add a hoop to the recreational area of the station. They have pool tables, and ping pong tables, and the gym, not that far fetched to have a hoop too.

But that does not work in getting Eddie's attention, so Buck decides to ask Chim to go to the game with him, so he won't just show up.

That leads us to the actual basketball game.

I think the actual game is choreographed in a very fun way. Buck is getting really frustrated, but for me, it has 3 key points.

Buck slamming into Tommy.

This line.

And Buck slamming into Eddie. (I'm not gonna add a gif, I don't like to look at that particular event)

The thing that's interesting that Buck slamming into Tommy, is that Tommy doesn't move. Buck gets all the impact. It adds to the way Tommy is unbending. Tommy is not presented to us as someone who compromises, and that makes that visual of Buck ricocheting from his chest something that catches my eye. I feel like even 811 adds to it, because he only decided to come back when he thought that he had won by default.

"You ain't getting past me" is just one of the many crazy wording lines we've gotten since s7 started. It is true within the context of the scene, Buck in fact loses possession of the ball to Eddie, so he doesn't get past him, but in the overall picture of their relationship, there is no getting past Eddie for Buck. Eddie is it. And Buck can pout, and lie, and distract himself, and pretend to be fine all he wants, he can't fill Eddie's space in his life with something else.

Obviously, we then have the too aggressive block that makes them believe Buck broke Eddie('s leg). This part is interesting because it takes Buck a while to react. This is a person who clawed at the dirt for Eddie, who ran into gunfire for Eddie. The fact that he freezes says a lot. His emotions get away from him and his immediate reaction is to hide. He only reacts when they determine that Eddie's leg might, in fact, be broken and he offers to be the one to drive him, but he doesn't push once Tommy tells him not to. He gives into the instinct to hide. And that ultimately is the thing that triggers the biggest change in Buck's character arc, the bisexuality once Tommy shows up in his house. But interesting enough there aren't references to the actual game during that conversation.

But we are not done with the basketball of it all in 704. Because we have the conversation with Maddie.

Up to that point everyone is interpreting what happened as an accident. Trust me, as someone who's dislocated a couple of fingers and has permanent damage on my ankle and knee because of basketball, it's ridiculously easy to injure yourself or someone else on a basketball court. But that's the moment Buck admits he is jealous and acting out. That scene is important because Buck admits to it being about Eddie, before Tommy offers him an explanation that's easier to live with and allows him to project that into somewhere safe. But that scene is also important because we find out that Buck didn't actually break Eddie('s leg), he's just scared that his big feelings scared Eddie away. But ultimately we know that Eddie is physically unable to hold anything against Buck so that turns out fine. He always going to be able to come back from his acting out, as also shown in 809.

Basketball is then not brought up again until 806, the anniversary dinner that leads to Buck and Tommy breaking up.

Hey, look, another subtle what got Buck together with someone is part of what breaks them up.

Anyway, Buck hates basketball. Interesting to think that Tommy would think that's something Buck would enjoy, since it is an established fact that he doesn't like it. But this dinner ends up the beginning of the end. Again, basketball is involved in a major life change, since the breakup ends up extended in 811 and we get confirmation on who Tommy thinks is Buck's last. Interesting, right?

We then get Buck holding a basketball as he goes crazy on the potential renters in 809.

The ball appears at a very interesting point in the conversation because when confronted with a mother and her kids, it almost makes it seem like he is "guarding" Christopher's room. And he only has the ball when talking to the mother, the one person that he feels threatened the most. Almost as if the idea of another family there is the thing that bothers him the most.

It is also what triggers Eddie telling him to leave, which makes him overhear Eddie, which makes him act out, which makes him take over the lease which creates all the problems from 811 that will probably definitely eventually lead to Buck's feeling realization. Yay for basketballs present in Buck's triggers.

But if you think I'm reaching on blaming 809 for the events of 811. Fear not because that's not where the basketball ends.

But Buck can't sleep in the house, so Maddie tells Buck to make new friends and Buck, bless his heart, tries to make friends by bringing up stuff Eddie likes because what he likes is Eddie.

But hell, basketball is present when he asks Ravi for drinks and it all leads to Ravi leaving him with Tommy and Tommy calling him out on possibly having feelings for Eddie that definitely won't lead to Buck figuring out any big thing about himself, right? 👀

And we also get a possible confirmation of the fact that Buck did in fact take Eddie to that Lakers game. Because if there's one thing Evan Buckley will do is yap about Eddie.

Why are they using something Buck hates in these triggers? Well, that's the part I haven't figured out yet, but it is something that is present, so I will be on the lookout for it to come up again lol

That's all for today, if you read this I love you.

#911 #911 spoilers #thoughts thoughts thoughts #buddie #911 meta #this is unhinged #but when am i ever hinged

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saintsanddevils · 5 months ago

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Moth To A Flame

Ridoc Gamlyn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ridoc takes you clubbing, while buried feelings surface in the midst of the dance floor.

Warnings: ‼️(MDNI) 18+ explicit content‼️, SMUT, porn with feelings, swearing

Author’s Note: Ridoc would totally be a club rat & this is me supporting that theory. I became a huge fan of Dain after Onyx Storm, so pls forgive the slight Dain bashing.

Word Count: 4K

Posted on AO3

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Whiskey-colored eyes meet mine as the beat inflates, bouncing against the walls of the club. Red, pink, and gold lights whip around the fog-filled room, casting every silhouette in neon. It’s crowded, humid, and the music is overwhelming.

But with Ridoc’s hand slipping up my arm to my waist after pulling me through the crowd, shivers of awareness rack through me. His touch distracts me from the crushing presence of the bodies around us. He grounds me as his lopsided smile comes inches from my face before he ducks his head to my ear.

“You doing alright?”

His voice did not have to be that low and seductive. He knew what he was doing, and that would normally piss me off, but in this setting, where it felt like we were floating in an ocean of people who lowered their inhibitions and didn’t give a damn about anyone, it felt like it was just the two of us. Ridoc had a way of doing that. Making me forget my anxieties, what people thought of me, how the world was going to hell. He always brought me back to the present. Even with the slightest touch.

And currently, that touch around my waist was pulling me closer and closer to him. My breath hitches as the material of my dress rides up slightly with the grip he has on me. A girl could get drunk on the look he’s giving me. His eyes taking in every inch of me as his grin widens.

“You okay? Or are my good looks too distracting?” He winks, wiggling a brow suggestively.

Yeah, that dumb mouth of his can sure kill a mood.

I roll my eyes, but reach out to grip his bicep as someone from behind pushes me forward. I balance on tiptoes to answer him. “It’s just… loud.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Isn’t that the point?”

I shake my head. “Remind me again why I even let you drag me here?”

Ridoc gives me a devilish grin that sends butterflies through my stomach. I try to quell the feeling because if he knew the effect he had on me, I’d never hear the end of it.

“I’m teaching you how to have fun, let loose, reach your max potential.”

I snort. “My max potential?”

He shrugs. “Oh, you definitely needed to leave the library, or you would’ve ended up just like Dain.”

“What’s wrong with being like Dain?”

He rolls his eyes. “Nothing, besides becoming a downer, a rule follower, and a total tight-ass.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “He’s not that bad.”

Ridoc grips his chest with his free hand in a look of feigned shock. “Have you met him?”

I can’t hide my smile this time.

Another person pushes me; this time, I trip forward in my heels and fall into Ridoc’s broad chest. The muscles flex under my hand, making me even more aware of every single place we touch. His grip on my waist is tighter than before, pulling me to him as people dance around us with not a care in the world.

“We need a drink,” he shouts to be heard over the blaring music.

I shake my head, glancing behind us towards the entrance in the distance. “What about everyone else? Shouldn’t we wait for them?”

Ridoc grips me tighter as he leans in, his voice low in my ear. “And share you with the rest of them? I don’t think so.”

Heat rises to my cheeks as he gives me a heated look that makes his eyes sparkle mischievously in the dim lighting. He pulls me with him as he makes his way through the crowd once more. Pushing and jostling people out of the way as he holds me close to him, ensuring no one bumps into me. I try not to notice how his hands feel large against me, cursing myself for wishing he was touching my skin instead.

We reach the bar, and he quickly orders my favorite liquor, surprising me.

He catches my raised brows and winks. “And you think I don’t pay attention?”

I shake my head, hiding my blush as I turn towards the crowd while we wait. I’m all too aware of the feel of both his hands on my hips as he talks with the bartender.

Months ago, hell, even a year ago, I would never have found myself here. Especially with Ridoc. Sure, the boy charmed me daily with those roguish good looks of his and his witty banter, but as time went on and we continued remaining friends, I never knew if his flirting was real or not. Even now, I can’t tell if he’s just being Ridoc or wanting something more.

I freeze. Did I want something more? I mean… sure, he was attractive and playful, and yeah, he just naturally flirted with anyone with a pulse, but did that mean I wanted all those moments between us to mean something? I couldn’t be into him, right? He’s just being his usual friendly self with me... Right?

Slow-rising panic makes me itch to leave the crowded room and get some much-needed fresh air. His arm around my waist suddenly pulls my back against his hard chest, stopping my heart and any anxiety that was coursing through me just now.

“Stop overthinking,” his breath tickles my neck, sending goosebumps across my heated skin. “I can practically hear your thoughts, they’re that loud. Should I yell to get them to go away?”

I can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes my mouth. Being friends for so long has its benefits if he knows me that well.

A short glass with liquor enters my vision as Ridoc places it in my fingers. “This should help.”

I damn well hope it does. I slam it down my throat, letting the burn push any doubts and fears far from me.

My nerves settle as his arm braces around me, keeping me close. His lips brush my ear, making me shiver. “Better?”

I nod, not trusting my voice as his fingers play with the silk of my dress.

He hums in my ear. “Good. Now let’s dance.”

With the flick of his wrist, he spins me away from him before twirling me back into his waiting arms. A giggle lets loose as I hold on to him, my head spinning from the movement. His smile lights up the dance floor as he pulls me along behind him.

The music escalates, the crowd raising their hands to the ceiling as the beat rises and rises. The air fills with anticipation as we make our way to the middle of the crowd. Once the beat holds and drops, the crowd surges. Yells and cheers of excitement bounce around us as Ridoc turns to face me, his smile contagious as he joins them.

The music beats through my blood as I step closer to Ridoc, afraid I’ll lose him in the swell of bodies around us. His grip doesn’t falter. If anything, the people around us embolden him to pull me against him as he dances. Another laugh escapes me as he folds his arms around me, making me dance with him.

Gods, he’s gorgeous. I can’t help but admire him as he sings along, moving our hips in time to the beat. The liquor definitely helped since now my entire body is buzzing, electrified, and wanting to be set free. I let Ridoc take control and follow his lead.

His hands are all I know as he spreads them around my torso, sliding up my arms, pulling me this way and that. I smile when he slips behind me, binding our bodies together so there’s no room between us. He winds his hands around my middle to hold my ribs and keep me flush against him. I feel every dip and curve of his body as he moves us in time with the intoxicating music.

Time suspends us as we move, and it begins to make me feel bolder. Without a second thought, I find myself grinding into him, throwing my head back.

Ridoc hisses in my ear, before growling, “Don’t tempt me, Y/N.”

I smirk. Playful vengeance surges inside me. Now for a taste of his own medicine.

“What if I want to?” I rock my hips back to the beat, making him moan.

His grip on my hips stops me from doing it again, his head leaning against the back of mine as a tortured sound escapes him.

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be a gentleman anymore. I’ll lose control.”

I turn my head to meet his eyes. His pupils are wide, his breathing erratic as he stares at me with open longing. I can’t help my smile as I lean back into him. His breath hitches when my lips skate across the skin of his jaw.

Maybe I’m not the only one who wants this.

“So lose control.”

His eyes flare as I grind into him once more. Hardness meets my backside before he suddenly flips me around, crushing me to him. His lips meet my neck as I wind my arms around his. Hands roam my back, lowering down, down, down to my backside. I shiver as Ridoc backs me gently against a pillar, ignoring every person dancing around us.

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” he groans into my collarbone as his tongue swipes across my skin.

Gods, that feels so good.

I moan at the sensation. Feeling emboldened by his lips, I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist, pulling him closer. Hardness grinds into my clothed core and we both moan at the same time.

I gasp out a laugh as butterflies and nerves grip me by the throat. Doubts swarm my brain suddenly before I can stop it. Clarification slams into me as I look around at the people dancing in the crowd. No one notices or cares what we’re doing. I feel Ridoc’s dark curls between my fingers and bite my lip. Ridoc is my best friend and— his hands shift my hips to better slot between my legs.

Oh shit, that’s incredible.

His sure, calloused hands find the edge of my dress, sliding along the skin of my thigh. His touch inflames me, burning away any lingering doubt. I give in. I push and pull against him, writhing as he moves his lips upwards, to my jaw. The music rattles my bones as his clothed dick hits me in a place that makes me see stars.

At my sudden gasp, Ridoc pulls back, inches from my lips. He breathes heavily as his wide eyes meet mine. This moment suspends between us, fragile and wary, as we stare. If we continue, there’s no going back. Not for me. I’ve wanted him for too long. Not just his body, but everything that makes Ridoc, Ridoc. Remembering how his eyes filled with such unrestrained longing, I pour every ounce of what I feel for him into my small smile.

His eyes capture the expression and he matches it, warmth surging through me like a drug. He leans forward, kissing my skin once more.

“Please,” he whines against my jaw. “Please tell me you want this. I’ll go mad if you don’t. I… I know we’re friends and I completely understand if it’s the alcohol and you’re just feeling tipsy and only want to have fun, but I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” His forehead crashes to mine gently. “So long, Y/N. You have no idea how much I don’t want to be just friends-“ my breath hitches at the confession, but he continues, his hands shaking slightly as he grips me. “But I completely get it if you don’t want to ruin what we have and-“

“Ridoc,” I stop him. My smile is practically beaming as I grip his neck. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Like a moth to a flame, Ridoc dips his head and crashes his lips to mine. Sparks set off my nerve endings, making me jolt from the impact of the kiss. I hold him tighter to me, gripping his curls. Gods, they’re so soft.

We’re moving again, this time Ridoc shifts so he’s the one leaning against the pillar while I cling to him.

“I-I’ve thought about this,” he says between kisses. “So much,” he kisses me again. “You have no idea how much.” My teeth bite his lip and he groans. “Gods, Y/N.”

With another bite and pull of his bottom lip between my teeth, he pulls back. “That’s it, we’re leaving.”

He leans down and wraps my other leg around him, carrying me through the crowd. His grip is bruising as he pushes through bodies. Uncaring of who sees now, I continue my path from his swollen lips to his jaw, holding on for dear life as I move my lips down his neck before I stop and suck at his pulse point.

He moans just as cool air hits my heated skin. His hand slides into my hair just as I’m slammed against a wall, his body caging me deliciously. The music is much quieter now that I can see we’re alone in some sort of hallway off the main floor. I don’t care. As long as I can keep kissing him, I don’t give a shit where we are.

I continue my path to his collarbone, nipping at his skin. The hand holding me to him roams my thigh, inching higher and higher till I can feel his fingers toying with the edge of my underwear. I moan as I grind against his clothed dick once more, hoping he gets the message.

“Holy shit,” he gasps as his fingers slide beneath the material, skating across where I want him the most. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

I moan as his long, calloused fingers toy with me before one of them slides perfectly inside me. We both groan into each other as our mouths crash together messily. His finger is joined by another, long and rough as it curls into me in just the right way, I see stars. He bites my lip, pulling and tugging as I consume him entirely. I ride his fingers as his thumb finds my clit.

“Fuck, yes, right there, Ridoc,” I whine against his lips.

He shudders. “Gods, the way you say my name.”

I smirk, sucking his bottom lip again before whispering. “Want me to scream it?”

“Fuck,” Ridoc shivers beneath me as his grip on my pussy becomes rough, demanding. “I want you to know,” his voice quivers as I writhe against his hand. “I want this to be perfect, Y/N. I want you-“

“I want you,” I grip his collar and pull him back to my mouth. “I don’t care where” I breathe between his lips. “Or how, I just want you. I always have.”

Ridoc moans against my lips. “Oh thank fuck.”

That warmth of something more pulses between us as he kisses me with abandon. His fingers working overtime to bring me higher and higher. I feel myself float as I crest the wave before I finally crash, moaning and writhing against him. Heat courses through me as sparks of light flash beneath my lids. I moan his name, causing him to press his lips roughly against me to suck the word from my mouth.

When I come down, my head swims and my body tingles from the high. I smirk at him as he pulls back, checking me as his free hand curves along my cheek.

“You okay?”

I smile softly up at him, my heart swelling with his care. “Of course I am, I’m with you.”

His smile is contagious as he kisses the tip of my nose. “Want to get out of here?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

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We crash into his room, the door swinging against the wall with a loud bang. Hands tear through hair and clothes as we collide. Once his shirt is gone, his hands find the backs of my thighs, heaving me up to wrap my arms and legs around him.

A deep voice suddenly carries from the hall. “Oh, uh, hey you left the door open-“

“Fuck off, Dain,” Ridoc growls.

I catch sight of him over Ridoc’s shoulder as he quickly slams the door closed. Laughter escapes me as I grip on to Ridoc’s bare skin.

He smirks up at me, his cockiness now on full display. “Can’t have him seeing what’s mine.”

“Oh?” I lift a brow, goading him. “And what is yours?”

His hands grip my ass as he confidently walks forward, his legs hitting the edge of the bed as his smirk turns into a wicked grin. “Care to find out?”

I don’t have any warning when he throws me onto the bed. I’m giggling as he slides over my body, bracing himself over me while his lips crash to mine. It’s consuming and burning as he devours me. I let myself dive in, feeling his calloused hands rise to the strap of my dress. With a gentle, torturously slow pull, he brings the silk down, exposing my breast to the moonlight. His hand immediately slides into place, squeezing, tugging.

The second his lips leave mine, forcing a whine from my mouth, he quickly finds my nipple and sucks, long and hard. I jolt, writhing as he continues to tease me. I grip on to his hair, pulling his curls to make him moan against my skin.

His other hand slides the other half of my dress down until I’m full exposed. His hands and lips work in tandem to pinch, squeeze, and suck as he presses me further into the bed.

“Ridoc,” I groan as he leaves a tender love bite on the bottom side of my breast. “Please.”

He looks up at me through his long lashes from his position on my chest. His tongue flicks out, teasing and tasting.

“What do you need, love? Tell me.”

I grip him closer to me before the words escape. “I need you inside me. Now.”

His grin is all sin as he bites my nipple once more. “As you wish.”

His fingers make quick work of my dress, casting it to the floor and leaving me in just my underwear. With soft laughter between us, he maneuvers my underwear off my legs. Wiggling his brows, I smile as he stuffs my panties in his back pocket.

“Stealing my underwear?” I question.

“More like a keepsake,” He winks.

Ridoc grabs my ankles and pulls me to the end of the bed, tugging until my ass is almost to the edge. He pulls my knees up over his shoulders and gives me the most cocky look I’ve ever seen from him.

“I’ve been waiting too long to do this and I’m not wasting a second,” he kneels to the hardwood floor as he unbuttons his pants. I try to catch sight of what he’s doing, but he presses me back down with a firm hand.

“Hold on to something, baby.”

Without warning, he dives into my cunt, licking and sucking like a man starved.

Gods, that mouth.

My eyes roll back at the sudden sensation, his fingers finding and pinching my clit as he rolls his tongue between my folds. I try to grip onto the sheets, but they slip from my palms. Instead, I find his head and grasp his dark curls for dear life as he groans into me.

I’m rising to my peak far too soon as he flicks my clit. I see stars before looking down at him on his knees before me. His eyes are on me, wide and hungry as they drink me in, pleasuring me with his tongue. I see his other hand that’s not on me moving back and forth below my line of sight. I furrow my brows in question until I hear him moan again with another flick of his tongue. I gasp. Is he… touching himself while he eats me out?

The thought of his hand wrapped around his cock while he fucks his tongue into me has me coming hard on his face. I writhe and tremble as shockwaves rock through me. When I finally come down from the high, he’s standing above me, my slick covering his mouth, as his hand rocks back and forth with his— My eyes widen. His dick is huge and hangs from his unbuttoned pants in his hand. I unabashedly stare as he works himself, up and down, over me. It’s incredibly hot.

“You’re not going to fit,” I whisper in shock.

Ridoc tsks as his tongue darts out, licking the slick from his lips. I don’t hold back my moan as he brings his other hand, the one that was inside of me, up and licks his fingers.

“Thanks for the ego boost,” he winks. “But I’ll fit. I’ll make sure of it.”

I would’ve rolled my eyes if he hadn’t suddenly pushed me down on the bed as he throws his pants off in the same movement. He may be all jokes and carefree smiles, but Ridoc knows what he’s doing when it comes to fucking.

He positions himself over my entrance and, without preamble, slams into me, forcing me to cry out. It takes my breath away as he grips my hips, rocking into me. The stretch is everything. I feel entirely full and overwhelmed. It’s addicting.

I rock my hips to force him to move, feeling him bury inside me as he begins to pump. In and out. In and out.

We both groan as my legs wrap around his torso, his knees hitting the bed as he scoops me up to hit me harder, deeper. I hold on to his shoulders as his lips latch onto my neck. This angle, oh gods, this angle has me throwing my head back in rapture as he fucks me.

“Told you I’d fit,” he whispers roughly.

I huff a laugh before bringing his lips to mine. I feel that rising heat once more, deep within me. The more he thrusts, deep and punishing, his deft fingers playing with my clit, I feel myself close to shattering yet again.

“I’m-“ I gasp. “I’m gonna-“

“I’ve got you, baby,” he breathes before hitting me faster. His thrusts frantic now as he chases his own pleasure.

We both come together, screaming as I feel him spill into me. My cunt squeezes him, over and over and over again, before we both fall to the bed in a pile of limbs.

Heaving breaths fill the air as we come down from what was probably the best sex of my entire life.

Ridoc’s dark eyes capture mine as he maneuvers me so I’m laying on his chest. His arms wrap securely around me as he kisses the top of my head.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

My heart soars from his tenderness. I smile into his skin. “This, holding me, sleeping together, that’s what I want.”

His smile is blinding as he turns my face up to his. “Until the sun rises, you’re mine.”

I give him a soft and gentle kiss. “And after that?”

“I’m yours,” his eyes hold a severe weight as he stares down at me, his lips caressing mine. “Now and always.”

#fourth wing #ridoc gamlyn #ridoc gamlyn x reader #ridoc x reader #ridoc smut #ridoc fourth wing #fourth wing fanfiction #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing x reader #the empyrean #fourth wing reader insert #fem reader #reader insert #reader smut

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jangillman · 3 months ago

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To all the "Hands Off" Protesters (Democrats):

We are currently at a critical juncture with a national debt of $36.5 trillion, increasing by $2 trillion each year. This is a critical issue, and most experts are warning us that we have relatively few years left to take decisive action before America faces a financial crisis that would have catastrophic consequences for this country and the world.

Amid all your protests, the burning of Teslas, and your petulant vitriol, one crucial element is glaringly missing: any plan to cut government spending. Instead, your goal appears to be to spend even more.

We finally have leaders in President Trump and Elon Musk who are courageous enough to finally focus on sustainable spending practices that are critical to avoid risking our economic future. Time is of the essence—instead of being in the way, let’s act together before it’s too late.

If not...

HANDS OFF - my tax dollars, which were not intended for your pet projects and the corrupt, virtue-signaling Socialists who spew the garbage you all take as gospel. It’s not a slush fund and a money laundering operation through left-wing NGO's to make politicians rich.

HANDS OFF - my child at school. Teach them the basics of reading, writing, and arithmetic. They are not there to be indoctrinated into your Marxist ideologies.

HANDS OFF - trying to force American women and girls to compete against biological men, and then adding insult to injury, forcing them to change and shower in front of them. Stop forcing your fu@ked up theories on the rest of us.

HANDS OFF - all the property you destroy in the name of whatever cause you’re supporting that given week. Other people’s vehicles are not yours to destroy. Neither are statues or all the other s#it you light on fire.

HANDS OFF - our college campuses. Decent kids are there to learn. Free speech is protected. Violence, intimidation, and taking over buildings are not. By the way, if your cause is so just, take off the masks and show yourself. Cowards one and all.

HANDS OFF - our president, who was duly elected to clean up the mess y’all created. We sat by and watched as you supported a puppet who was practically dead. It damn near destroyed the nation. Financially, from a security standpoint, and morally.

HANDS OFF - to all the federal district judges. Your power does not supersede the executive branch. And, stop using Lawfare by going after your political opponents.

HANDS OFF - our ICE Agents, who are taking violent gang bangers out of our country and forcing people who want to come here to do so legally. It should be the only way. Period. End of story.

HANDS OFF - our Free Speech rights. For years, you have used the process of cancelling people who simply wanted to express their own ideas. In your world, you think free speech can only be allowed if it agrees with your screwed up ideologies.

HANDS OFF - the American family. You have done everything possible to destabilize the concept of families because you believe that our ultimate allegiance should be to the government.

HANDS OFF - from imposing your Marxist views of Critical Race Theory (CRT) and the methods you’ve used to implement them through Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI). Most Americans are compassionate individuals who believe in judging people based on their character rather than the color of their skin.

These principles are what the vast majority of Americans voted for.

You don’t like it, be like that slob Rosie O'Donnell and move to Europe, which is being taken over by radical Islam.

So, to borrow your stupid little slogan…. Hands Off...

Love,

MAGA Country...

#politics #us politics #democrats are corrupt #democrats will destroy america #wake up democrats!!#make america great again

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hansoeii · 7 months ago

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Hullo! I’ve been watching a bunch of your Timelapses and I was wondering how do you always come up with the colours for your pieces? They’re always so cohesive and pleasing to look at (I almost exclusively work in greyscale so if I’m using colour it’s always a lucky guess and it never looks quite right)

Hey there!

I have to be honest that most of the time I don't actually know what I'm doing and that I have no idea how most of my pieces are gonna turn out. My work process is usually based on "Fuck around and find out", haha. I'm happy to know that it apparently doesn't come across that way, though.

A lot of it comes very naturally to me simply because I've been drawing non-stop for so long, but I can give you some small tips that really help me:

1. Have as many references as possible!

Here's what my reference sheet looked like for the Jayvik piece:

It helped me a lot to understand the overall color scheme I wanted to convey. Lots of very cold tones, pinks and very light blues and greens. These colours sorround Jayce and Viktor throughout all of season 2 and I wanted to keep them, especially since in my piece they are lying in the glowing hexcore.

Don't shy away from using references, get as many as you possibly can! Look at other poeple's art too and try to understand how they work with colours.

2. Work with complementary colours!

Since I paint a lot of romantic illustrations I want them to look pleasing and comforting, which I can accomplish by using complementary colours! You see this a lot with couples that are blue and red coded, for example. And I wanted to do the same thing in the Jayvik piece! For that I used the highlights in their hair!

Viktor's highlights are a soft pink hue.

While Jayce's are a soft blue hue.

The colour wheel works perfect for figuring out if two colors compliment each other because they are literally right across from one another!

3. It doesn't have to be true to life.

Pretty self-explanatory, but I thought I'd add it in here anyways. It's important to understand how colour and light works, but you don't always have to follow the rules. Does the rim light look cool but it makes zero sense? Who cares! Keep the cool rim light! Just have fun and fuck around.

4. A little trick to make your life easier!

I'm not excatly the best at colour theory, I still struggle with it quite a bit, but here's a little trick I like to use from time to time:

If you want all your colours to look coherent, take one specific color as your flat colour. Choose a hue that you would like your piece to have. Like this:

Now you choose whatever colours your characters have and paint them in. For example, here are the skin colours I chose for Jayce and Viktor:

Looks off, right? These colours don't fit the overall piece at all. So what do we do?

Turn down the opacity! It's that easy, wahoo!

I went from 100 Opacity to 72 for this specific illustration. And look at that!

It's so much nicer already! Now you know what colours to use as your actual flats! Just repeat this with every other part of your illustration and you'll have a great starting point. :)

I really hope this was helpful! I'm not an actual teacher and I don't have a proper illustration degree, so some things might not be completely accurate, but I thought I'd try my hand at this anyways!

#teacher han is at it again #if I talked bullshit forgive me #I just hope I was able to help at least a little bit haha #I'm always happy to give some tips!#art process #art tutorial #color tutorial #colouring #illustration #tips #my art #arcane #jayvik #tutorial #anon #ask

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loathemetc · 1 month ago

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Deltarune... Theory? WHAT IS GOING ON MAN.

The Spamton Sweepstakes have suddenly spawned a bunch of new pages and...! Frankly I can't even begin to try and crack them all, I have my sights set on a specific one. The page with the url /chapter5.

Which... Just looks like this.

Oh, but you can highlight it!

Okay so what do we got here. A tiny 1 in black text, a huge 2 in white text, a huge 3 in black text, a small 4 in white text, and a moderately sized 5 in white text. On top of that, they all have links, except 1 so that's 1 less thing to worry about.

The big white 2 links to d.ogg from the game's files (or d.mp3 on the website), which is the song that plays in the weird route right before the fight against Berdly, as soon as Noelle snaps out of her trance. So uh, already off to a concerning start!

The big black 3 links to ma.mp3, a sound effect that also plays over ooooon...

This new page, /romb. This is pretty obviously harkening back to what Seam said about our next powerful foe being impossible without the Shadow Mantle, so we can presume that's what the blank spaces here stand for. No Shadow Mantle, no Shadow Crystal cause you can't beat the third secret boss. Clicking these blank spaces plays the aforementioned ma.mp3.

The small white 4 just links back to /chapter4, which is a whole other puzzle thanking you and asking for your email? There's something about a "she" who "never smiled", really not sure what to make of this cause we know next to nothing about Chapter 4. I guess Chapter 4 wants our email?? Perhaps a tease for the new character, Spamton 2 Spamton... No nevermind.

The white 5 links to h.mp3, a very short snipper of a guitar melody, not one I think we've heard before. Could Mozart still be alive? Dess. I meant Dess.

Obviously these numbers represent the chapters somehow, but that raises so many questions. Why is Chapter 1 small and irrelevant? Why is Chapter 2 being represented by the weird route, and Chapter 3 its secret boss? What does the chapter 4 page even have to do with Chapter 4? Chapter 5 Dess Dess Chapter 5? What connects these seemingly disparate elements? Do the size of the numbers represent the size of the chapters? That would make every chapter bigger than 1, which I guess I could believe, and 2 being the biggest would make sense since Toby said it was supposed to be the biggest in the game (Although Chapter 3's long ass dev time might have brought it up to match with new ideas). That would make Chapter 4 and 5 smaller than 2, if this guess is even true, which it might not be. And why are 1 and 3 blacked out?? Toby said Chapter 3 was less story heavy and I guess you could say the same of Chapter 1.

Don't leave yet I'm still spitballing. Hey, if Chapter 2 is being represented by the weird route here, and Chapter 1, where we can't do the weird route, is blacked out... Is this telling us there won't be a weird route in Chapter 3, but will in 4 and 5? We have been guessing for a while that given Noelle won't be in Chapter 3 (UNLESS SHE JUST IS LOL HI UNUSED CHAPTER 3 MUSIC WITH HER THEME IN IT) the previous chapter's weird route events probably won't have much if any effect on Chapter 3's events, but obviously by 4 and 5 those consequences will start to manifest.

Frankly I don't think this is "solveable", the game isn't out yet. But I'm just gonna go with "The size of the numbers is the size of the chapter and the color of the number is whether there's a weird route or not" for now. That's my best guess in the moment. There's other elements here but I'm gonna let them sit cause I don't think we can do much with them.

Crazy that myhouse.wad and the Spamton Sweepstakes both got out of left field updates within like a month, huh?

#deltarune #deltarune theory #spamton sweepstakes #deltarune chapter 3 #deltarune chapter 4 #deltarune chapter 5 #spamton #noelle holiday #seam

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writingroom21 · 2 months ago

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Pay Up

Pairings: Stepbrother!rafe x stepsister!reader x dealer!Barry

Summary: When smoking with Barry turns into trying a new drug the last thing you expected was how the night ended. Will you and Rafe ever be the same again?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), light slapping, use of drugs (weed and coke), let me know if I missed any!

Wc: 2.9K

“Man this shit’s good.” Rafe coughs out a bit of smoke as he hands the blunt over to you. You take a drag enjoying the way the weed burns your throat. “Got that shit the other day from my boy. I could hook you up.” Barry swipes the blunt from you, kissing your cheek as he leans back. A giggle climbs its way from your chest and you fall into a fit. “Sorry mama but you were hogging it.”

You weren’t supposed to be here. Ward made it clear that he didn’t want you around Barry or drugs for that matter. But no Rafe wanted to go against his dad and dragged you along with him. Originally this was supposed to be a day for the two of you to hangout. Step-sibling day as your mom and Ward like to call it. But Rafe made the detour to his dealer's house and here you are on the couch stoned.

“Stop flirting with her and pass the blunt.” The smoke swirls around the three of you. The lights from the lamps mixing in to create a gradient of colors.”Can’t help it at the country club. You’re step sister’s hot.” Barry pulls out a bag full of weed and a tray so he can roll. The three of you pass the blunt, sparking up the new one when the first dies. Your body feels like it’s floating as you relax into the couch. Rafe’s fingertips rest on your shoulder dragging along the skin as his arm rests behind you. Tingles shout down your arms as his nails graze the skin before the flesh on his skin soothes it.

“You know I got something else the other day too.” Focusing on Barry is hard. You feel so comfortable that you could just fall asleep right now. A small white baggie is placed on the table in front of the two of you. Rafe sits up taller, his eyes trained on the bag. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You try to grab it but Barry beats you to it. The mischief smile he has on is kind of scary. It’s a mix of pleasure and the need to destroy something. What exactly he has in mind you don’t know. All you know is that Rafe really shouldn’t be around this anymore. “Come on, let's just go home.”

Rafe’s grip on your hand gets tight as you try to pull him up with you. Tugging again is pointless as he drags you down next to him. “Just one, promise.” The voice in the back of your head is telling you no. But there’s a pleading look in his eyes. Like he really needs this and you don’t know how to say no. The pad of his thumbs rubs the back of your hand drawing you in. “Just one and then we leave.” Relief washes over him. Removing his hand from yours he kneels in front of the table and cuts a line. Him and Barry clear their lines, leaning back as the drug starts to sink in. You watch the two of them, stroking Rafe’s hair as he rests against your legs with his head hung back.

“Want a bump?”

Barry’s dark eyes watch you waiting for your answer. He already knows what it will be but he’s holding out hoping. Out of the years of servicing you and Rafe, you have never bought anything besides weed. Rafe has practically tried every drug he could get his hands on. But you never caved in or maybe that’s because you were never around when he did. Rafe might complain about you and hate that your parents try to force you into a sibling bound but he protects you. Like that one time the two of them beat up that guy so he would stop flirting with you. Or how this is the first time he’s ever done a hard drug around you. To Rafe you had to be sheltered. Well that’s what he says, Barry has his own theories he wants to test out.

“I’m okay.” You look off to the side trying to find some more weed only to find nothing. Good thing Barry hid it before grabbing the coke. “Come on. What are you scared of?” Rafe picks his head up, finally starting to pay attention. Instinctively he reaches for the discarded card on the table and cuts himself another line. “Leave her alone, it's not her thing.” Leaning his head down, he inhales the powder before you can protest. You knew this was going to happen. He’s been doing so good with staying clean but one wasn’t going to be enough. It never was.

“Nah I think she wants to but is scared of you.” Barry says it like it's obvious before snorting his own line. The two of them argue as you sit there debating on what to do. Your thighs split more as Rafe’s body sank in between them. The back of his head rests on your chest with his arms on your thighs. The way Barry watches the two of you makes you nervous. His eyes keep scanning every inch of your body. What is he doing? “Well how about it bunny? Hmm, do you want some?” Dilated eyes stare into yours as Rafe sizes you up. There’s no way that you would say yes.

“Yeah.”

The two men blank for a second before Barry is by your side opening your mouth. One of his fingers comes into view and you can see some powder on it. “We’ll take it easy. Just gonna put some on your gums.” Barry goes back to his original position. A clear view of what he wanted, the two of you. Slowly you start to feel the effects of the coke. Shit is this why Rafe did it so much? This shits great. “Knew you’d like it.” You ignore Barry and reach for the card attempting to cut yourself a line. You’ve seen Rafe do it at parties so you think you can do it. His hand stops you, the Cameron ring glistening from the lamp's light.

You sit back as he gathers a bit of the edge of his hand and twists himself to ba face to face. Coming closer he grabs the back of your head, bringing your nose to the little bump he made for you. He explains how to take the bump and you follow his instructions, closing your eyes at the feeling and humming. “Good girl. How are you feeling?” His hands are rubbing your thighs only enhancing the pleasure you are feeling. Bobbing your head you smile. “Great.” Turning around he looks at Barry sending him a wink. “Think we corrupted her.”

The two men leave you be for a while. Every once and a while Rafe would give you a little bump and take one right after you.

It felt good. There was a sense of weightlessness that you floated in. Everything around you kind of just faded and all your senses were heightened. “It’s getting late, we should head out.” Rafe pats your knee as you groan in protest. “First gotta pay your bill, country club. You know the deal.” Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He sits up blocking your view from Barry so you have to scoot back on the couch to look at him. “Don't look coy. Think I was just giving this shit out for free.” This was definitely not how today was supposed to go.

Ward has maxed Rafe’s withdrawal budget once he got clean. So the only thing the two of you could afford is the weed. Maybe you could go to the bank but your mom would definitely question you. From where you are sitting you can feel how tense Rafe is. His striped shirt is stretched across his back as he leans close to the man across from him. “I never said I was buying. You took the shit out.” The slight edge to his tone makes you more aware of his guard being put up.

“Never said I was offering.”

Barry wears a shit eating grin and Rafe just stares at him. The gears must be turning in his head and he realizes the two of you are fucked. If he calls Ward for more money it’s just giving himself away. Plus it would get him in more trouble since you’re involved now. “Your payment doesn’t have to be money.” Chocolate pools that Barry calls eyes bare into your soul. He’s watching you like he can’t wait to devour you. Standing up, Rafe blocks you from his view, sticking a hand behind his back so you can grab it. “You’re not touching her.” Deadly silence fills the air while they stare at each other.

“Wasn’t talking about me.”

Crickets could be heard from the slightly open window behind Barry. Rafe is facing him so all you can see is his back. The muscles in his back tense and relax. “You’re sick.” Neither of you move. Rafe and Barry stare at each as you don’t know what to do. “And you’re not moving.” Barry leans forward. “I think you actually want to stay. You’d finally get what you’ve been wanting.” There’s something you’re missing.

Barry knows something that you don’t and you don’t like it. You and Rafe have always been close. Too close that people forget that you are technically siblings through marriage. Interestly instead of making a scene, Rafe drops to his knees and snorts some more powder. Gathering some of his finger he turns to you, creeping in between your thighs. “You trust me?” Vague memories come flooding back. Rafe standing exactly where he is right now, staring up at you with the same pleading eyes. Only that time the alcohol infused haze came crashing before a mistake could be made.

“Yes.”

With the confirmation he pries your mouth open spreading the coke along your gums and tongue. His chest heaves with each breath itching to finally get a taste of you. The pad of his thumb drags your bottom lip before letting it go, his eyes tracing the movement. In a blink of an eye his lips descend on yours. His tongue licks into your mouth fighting to get the last remnants of any powder. The hand that cradles your face moves to rest at the bottom of your neck. Giving it a tight squeeze as he gets carried away.

It's only when your hands shoot up to hit his shoulders that he lets you breathe. You gulp down the air while watching him with wide eyes. The expression on his face must mirror your own. This shouldn’t be happening. Deal with Ward knowing the two of you did coke would be better than what is about to come. Steeling your nerves, you dive back into him, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. Ward is going to kill the both of you when he finds out. Might as well enjoy it before you go to hell.

A hum fills the room like the energy has shifted. The only sounds are the ones of kissing, clothes ruffling against each other, and whatever can be heard from outside. It’s just you and Rafe. Expect it’s not. Your mind finally kicks in and reminds you that Barry is there. Pushing Rafe off of you, your eyes find Barry’s. The usual brown eyes look more black, it must be the light. One thing you do notice is he doesn’t look disgusted. “Don’t stop on my account princess. Go on, let your big brother show you how to feel good.”

He’s only eight months older. That’s practically nothing but the way Barry says it sends tingles down your spine. Your clit throbs just thinking about Rafe fucking you or even just eating you out. At this point you’d take anything. “Come on, bunny don’t make me wait any longer.” The blunt edges of his nails scrape your thigh making you moan. “Rafey.” The winey way you say his name broke him. He’s dragging you to him on the couch by your ankles. Your shorts find a new home somewhere in the room. Rafe’s lips kiss their way up to your hip bone leaving open mouth kisses everywhere.

Your head is thrown back from how good it feels. Blindly reaching back, Rafe grabs the baggie full of coke and pours some right above your panties. The line is jagged but it doesn’t matter. He snorts the line then sinks his teeth on your left hip. He finds the hem of your panties, dragging them off of you. You find it hard to breathe as he stares at you when his fingers find out how wet you are. Electricity zaps through your body as he drags his middle finger up and down your slit. Pulling away from you, he tastes his finger moaning at the taste of you. “Gotta be the fucking sweetest thing ever.”

A scream barrels out of you at the feeling of his tongue and mouth eating you out. Both of his hands are holding your thighs down. One of your hands finds his hair, tugging at the strands as your eyes fall shut. He slightly pulls back, a glob of spit meeting your clit before he smacks your pussy. A pained moan comes out of you. Your clit stings but the pain is smoothed when his tongue goes back to lick you. Well more like Rafe is making out with your pussy while you try not to blackout from the pleasure. Wet noises fill your ears before they start ringing. Seconds turn into minutes and you can’t remember anything anymore. All you can focus on is the way Rafe’s lips wrap around your clit as his fingers toy with your entrance.

He dips in for a second, then takes them away to replace with his tongue. The tension in your stomach keeps growing. Suddenly a gush of liquid comes shooting out coating Rafe’s mouth and chin. He groans as he keeps eating you out, bringing you’re on the brink of another orgasm. The same feeling builds, exploding even worse making a mess. Rafe kneels in front of you trying to process what just happened.

His eyes are trained on the way your chest heaves from trying to calm yourself. Your thighs twitch when he places his hands there to rub small circles into your skin. Everything feels like jello as you sink into the back of the couch. Rafe's head rests on your knee. Placing light kisses and watching you. “Keep going.” The two of you pause remembering you weren’t alone. When you look over at Barry you see him already staring at you. As your eyes trail down his body you see that he has his cock out stroking it.

Beads of precum gather at the head of his cock before slowly dripping down. There’s ruffling but all you look at is Barry. He’s wearing a little smile showing off his gold tooth. Rafe blocks your view from Barry. He steals your attention in a kiss, teasing you with his tip. You moan into his mouth as he pushes in. It’s a stretch, filling you better than anyone else. Shit he’s fucking big. “Fuck bunny. Fucking suffocating me.” A hum of satisfaction comes from the guy sitting in the chair. Rafe’s thrust increases in pace making your moans grow in volume.

Each thrust is constant stimulation to your g-spot. “Rafey.” His nails dig into your hip, dragging you closer to the edge. Shifting his feet, Rafe finds himself kneeling on the couch. Your ass is resting on his thighs while your shoulders support your weight. Rafe pinches your left nipple, slapping your breast right after. “Perfect little bunny.” He brings one of your legs to his shoulder. “What are you going to tell your mommy when you get home? Gonna let her know your big brother fucks you like a slut.” Barry’s words shoot right to your clit.

By the way Rafe’s cock twitches it seems like you aren’t the only one affected by it. Rafe turns his head, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your calf. A painful moan courses through you as his teeth keep sinking in. You’re both going to hell. This is so wrong but it feels great. He finally lets go and starts to rub your clit. Your walls start fluttering around him and you are getting tighter. “Gonna cum for me bunny?” Your eyes open. You didn’t realize you had closed them but they opened again. His blue eyes stare back – flickering from your eye, to your lips, and then to where the two of you meet.

The band in your stomach snaps and you cum for the third time tonight. With steady thrusts Rafe rides you through your high. Suddenly he pulls out, finishing himself off with his hand. His moans fill the room as he paints your pussy and thighs with his cum. “Shit.” Both of you turn to look at Barry and catch as he cums. He’s covered in his own cum watching the two of you. Carefully Rafe lowers your leg back down. He uses your panties to clean you up.

Barry gets up from his seat and goes to walk to his room. “Clean yourselves up and get out. Your debts paid.” He leaves the two of you in the living by yourselves. You pull up your shorts as Rafe does the same. Neither of you can look at the other. You both clean up whatever mess is left and leave out the front door. It’s quiet between the two of you. No words are spoken but you both come to the same conclusion.

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Study Results (1/??)

I'll post some of the results now! Firstly, I'll write about how I processed the data for those interested in details. (Please inform me if you see anything wrong or want to suggest a different method. I'm just an average person with an undergrad degree...)

If you just want to see the analysis, skip the data cleaning and test assumptions part! As a disclaimer, I don't know if this is all for now or if I can bring myself to work more on it soon 😭

Special thanks to @xavieslittlestar and @m00nchildwrites for sharing this on bluesky and twitter

Data Cleaning

I realized that some of you guys didn't do the test and wrote the numbers by yourself 😊 And it took me hours to clean the data

As expected, there were some typos, and I corrected them before deciding which participants to exclude. For instance, some wrote 29/20, and since the sum of the subfactor scores is equal to your main factor score, I was able to confirm that it should be 19/20 by doing main_factor_score—other_subfactors = target_subfactor.

After dealing with typos, all participants who entered random values like 0000 and values that didn't align with the main factor scores were excluded.

In the end, the sample size was reduced from ~2600 to 1929.

Test Assumptions

The normality and homogeneity of variance were checked. Most of them fulfilled the homogeneity of variance(Levene's Test), but normality was problematic. I assessed normality based on Kolmogorov-Smirnov(KS), kurtosis, skewness, and Q-Q plot. There were some outliers, but most of them were a natural part of the data, so I didn't change anything about them. Although KS values were lower than .05 , I assumed normality if kurtosis and skewness seemed average (-2 to +2 for kurtosis, -1 to +1 for skewness). For others, I tried trimming, LOG, SQRT, Z, and LN transformations, but still couldn't normalize... Winsorizing would probably work, but there are too many participants(yes, I'm lazy). So, I'm gonna be relatively liberal about normality.

Results

Please note that all of them have small effect sizes (0.2 Cohen's d or 0.1 η2). So regardless of the p values, the actual association between your personality based on the big five and character choices in lads might be small in degree. Also, this is an observational study, which means you shouldn't try to infer a causation or a strict relation (so use it just for your enjoyment, not for fandom chaos~). But I'll put my personal comment under them because I need to enjoy myself too lol

Also, I realised that some of those are changing or disappearing when I compare poc(people of color) and non-poc within themselves. Therefore, the effects might be moderated/mediated by cultural differences as well.

===Trust====

Sylus mains had the lowest mean score in terms of trust(M=11.2, SD=3.42). Yet, they significantly differed only from Xavier mains who had the highest mean(M=12.1, SD=3.28).

Personal comment: I don't know what to make of it. But let me put those here as well.

==Conscientiousness and Agreeableness==

I'll write this together because I have a theory about these results.

Caleb mains' scores were the lowest in terms of conscientiousness (M=74.3, SD=13.7) and agreeableness(M=84.4, SD=13.8). For conscientiousness, they significantly differed from Zayne and Sylus mains. And for agreeableness, they significantly differed from Zayne and Xavier mains. [Agreeableness showed unequal variances, so I used Kruskall-Wallis test]

Personal comment: Honestly, I'm surprised. (Caleb and his girlies not beating red flag/villain allegations)

If anything, I would expect Sylus mains to have lower agreeableness and conscientiousness (first impressions don't disappear).

Then I thought, what if it's related to Caleb being MC's adopted brother? Listen before shooting me. To feel at ease with this setting, you should have higher (but healthy) dissociative tendencies to detach yourself from its real-life associations. And guess what— low agreeableness and low conscientiousness are related to high disassociation [refer to:https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S1130527417300373]. Secondly, having a lower need to conform(related to agreeableness and conscientiousness) with others might be making it easier for some people to choose Caleb as their main love interest.

(But as I said, these results are liable to change. For instance, for the non-poc sample the lowest mean value of conscientiousness belongs to Rafayel mains)

===Emotionality===

Caleb(M=14.7, SD=3.49) mains had the lowest emotionality score, and the difference between them and Zayne(M=15.6, SD=3.04), Rafayel(M=15.5, SD=3.11), and Sylus(M=15.5, SD=3.33) mains was significant

Personal comment:......Babes lolololol. Is Caleb's robot alter taking over his mains?? Did they get a Toring chip as well? It's so funny omg

===Self-Discipline===

Rafayel(M=10.1, SD=2.96) and Caleb(M=10.1, SD=2.97) mains had similarly low scores of self-discipline, and they differed from Zayne(M=10.8, SD=2.87) and Sylus(M=10.8, SD=2.79) significantly.

Personal comment: As a Rafayel main, I can confirm this.

=Second Love Interest=

Most of Zayne mains chose Sylus as their second love interest. The other most preferred second love interest was Caleb, but since this test was done just before Caleb's new myth, the results might be affected by our excitement for it. Also, Zayne mains showed low preference for Rafayel.

A note about less significant/non-significant observations:

As a whole, we have low extraversion and average conscientiousness, as well as high openness to experience, neuroticism, and agreeableness

For subcategories, we have the highest mean for imagination and the lowest mean for gregariousness. (perfect combination to date fictional men)

Sylus and Zayne mains had similar mean scores in many main factors and subfactors of the Big Five test. Likewise, Rafayel and Caleb mains' scores were close to each other, and they contrasted with Sylus and Zayne(not always significantly tho). Xavier mains generally had balanced scores.

None of the groups differed significantly in terms of openness to experience, neuroticism, extroversion, and these factors' subcategories.

To check if the data gives standard results, I checked socioeconomic status(SES) and its relation to neuroticism since previous studies indicate higher neuroticism for low SES groups, and it was the same for this dataset as well. Anxiety, depression, and neuroticism showed a slightly decreasing trend as the SES increased.

Some studies suggest that people of color have lower trust scores, but in this study, poc had higher trust than non-poc. However, it might be due to the differences in exposure to discrimination between poc who live in the US and those who are natives of other countries.

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