#also I didn't really wear makeup this week which is hard for me to do consistently so I liked that

[runningfrom2am]

empty threats // LTPF

summary: you get in trouble at school, and don't want to go home just yet.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.4k

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tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. they're just little in this one :'), so no real warnings. besides r being a little violent and threatening, but what's new lol. non-descript mentions and implications of abuse.

a/n: hi! thought i'd post this before s2 of cold nights bc,,, i'm not ready to let this series go just yet lol. this was (kind of) requested a couple of times so i do intend to write another thing ab them before the series! maybe p2 to 'the finer things in life'? lmk

(also would y'all call me crazy if i said this was based on something i actually did in middle school? yes? okay in that case that was a joke. thanks.)

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You were having a bad day. A bad week. Bad month. The academy had not been treating you well this year- nothing really was. But school especially was kicking your ass.

You did well, consistently. A's, A+'s, and it was only at the small cost of your sanity. You hardly slept anymore- which is part of the reason your father started allowing you to wear makeup at the beginning of the year. To hide how dark the circles under your eyes were- how pale you were getting from lack of sunlight and exercise, and the bruises that happened to be visible on warmer days where you weren't required to wear your blazer.

You hadn't slept in a week, you were sure. It was hard to tell. Days and nights blurred together; you were effectively a zombie at fourteen. Even you knew that wasn't right.

"Y/N/N." You didn't realize you were falling asleep leaning on your palm, elbow pressed uncomfortably against the surface of the desk.

"Huh?" You blink rapidly, looking over to the source of your name.

"You okay?" Coryo chuckles quietly, looking you over as he almost always did.

"Never been better." You sigh, shaking your head to refocus yourself on writing the notes on the board.

"You sure about that? I'm not exactly inclined to believe you."

"Yes." You nod, having to lean to the side to even see the board. You didn't notice when Arachne finished her notes and stood right in your line of sight to talk to Livia, who was sitting in front of you.

Yes, your teacher had allowed you to discuss upcoming assignments when you were finished copying down the paragraphs on the board, but that didn't mean Arachne should block your view.

"Arachne." You say, waving for her to move when she looks down at you.

"Have you no manners?" She asks, tilting her head at you.

"Move. Please." You really don't have the patience to argue.

"No thank you, I'm alright here." She smiles, sickly sweet, before promptly returning to her conversation.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in before slowly letting it out through your nose. "I'm trying to write, and your massive head is blocking the entire board. Move, now."

Coryo snickers beside you, his notes already long done as he sits back to watch.

"We're trying to have a conversation. Some of us have lives outside of school, you know." Arachne digs her grave deeper, crossing her arms as she stares down at you.

You grip your pen in your hand so tight you're afraid it might break.

"Don't." Coryo says to you, reaching out to grab your shoulder in an effort to calm you. He knew this look on you; you looked like you were about to detonate.

You ignore him, trying to look past her again, but she takes a sidestep to the left intentionally blocking your view now. Back and forth, whichever way you lean she's conveniently moving to be right in your line of sight. You try to listen to Coryo and not cause a scene, you really do, but your patience was deteriorating by the second.

"Arachne, I swear to god I will hit you so hard with this book if you don't get out of my way that you'll have worse memory loss than usual. Move."

"Y/N/N, here, let's just switch. You can see just fine from-" Your friend suggests, already standing up to move and open his seat to you.

"Oh, is that so?" The girl laughs at you. "It's not like these notes will ever matter to you. You probably don't even know what that-"

Within a second you're standing, grabbing the textbook from your desk and swinging it at her.

It hits the side of her head with a loud crack that has her stumbling back. Other students are laughing, you can hear it, but only echoes as you breathe heavily.

You smile as she clutches the side of her head, stumbling down into her empty seat. "Thank you." You nod, moving to sit back down and resume taking your notes. Suddenly, you're feeling much more awake; refreshed at being able to channel your frustration into something physical.

Coryo stares at you, almost in shock. Almost, because Arachne should have known that coming from you, there was no such thing as an empty threat.

"Miss Y/L/N!" Your teachers voice bellows as Arachne starts to cry.

God, she's such a baby.

You aren't given the chance to defend yourself before Coryo is speaking up for you. "Sorry, Sir. She's just had a tough week." You shoot him a look and you can see the panic in his eyes, wracking his mind for a way to excuse your violence in a forgivable manner. "I'll take her down to the office." He's helping you up out of your seat before grabbing your books and your bag for you.

Your teacher clearly doesn't have the energy to get into it with you today so he nods, waving for the two of you to go.

"It's just, you know, lady problems." Coryo says as you pass the teacher on his way over to Arachne, who now has Livia fanning her face with a book as if that would help.

"Just, get her out of here." Your teacher says again.

"Of course you would know- just get your insane girlfriend away from me. I can't look at her anymore." Arachne whines, still clutching the side of her head.

You grit your teeth and jam your elbow into your friends ribs at the unnecessary comment right as you exit the doorway.

"Ow!" He winces, looking back to make sure no one saw. "I helped you!"

"I am not on my period, Coriolanus." You hiss, glaring up at him as he walks beside you. "You're such a pig."

"How am I supposed to know! I just know you assaulted Arachne and that's a hard act to excuse. I tried my best."

"You're lucky I'm not. If I was I'd gut you like a fish right now." You grumble, pulling your bag from his shoulder and giving him a shove back.

"I'll count myself lucky then." He chuckles. He never took anything mean you say to him too personally or too seriously. Your threats only ever seemed to be empty when they were directed at him.

"Coryo! Y/N/N! Wait!" You turn and cross your arms as you wait for Sejanus who's speed walking down the hall to catch up.

"Oh, you're late to the party." You grin, raising an eyebrow at him.

"He sent me to escort you guys, didn't want you to sneak off before actually going to the office." He explains as the three of you continue down the hall.

You groan, rolling your eyes. "Ugh, him too?"

"Gross." Coryo mutters.

"Excuse you, that was rude!" You laugh, bumping your shoulder against his arm. You didn't notice when he started to get taller than you, it seemingly happened overnight.

"And I stand by it." He replies, shaking his head at you as you gasp in mock offense.

"I'm wounded, Coryo. Truly."

"Yeah, you guys are never beating those allegations. Sorry." Sejanus laughs.

"True, but it would be nice if he didn't act like i'm repulsive all the time."

"I do not act like you're repulsive!"

"You guys argue like an old married couple. It's cute."

You don't know what prompted you to walk here. Anxiety, maybe, after the receptionist at the office was instructed by Dean Highbottom to call your father this afternoon while you were in the office.

You stand outside the entrance to Coryo's apartment building, pacing in your academy uniform. You stop, staring at the call panel.

"Level 12 Penthouse: Snow"

You chew your lip, looking down at your watch. It was almost five, you wasted time sitting in after school detention staring at the wall. Just press it. You didn't walk all this way just to go home anyways. Press it.

The buzzer is ringing out of the speaker before you can overthink it.

"Uh, hello?" His voice is crackly on the other end, hardly even audible if you weren't panicking over who would answer.

"Coryo, it's me. Can I come in?"

"Uh, hold on. I'll come down." His voice cuts out and you wait for the buzzer that signifies the door is unlocked, but it doesn't come.

You try the handle anyway, but it remains locked. You groan, peeking in for the first time through the large glass windows that made up the entrance to the lobby.

It was a damn mess in there. Garbage bags everywhere, it looked like the floors or the walls hadn't been cleaned in years. Why on earth was there no maintenance in his building? You knew he had a driver, a chef, maids to clean his own apartment, or so he said. Would it be so hard to have the building cleaned every week?

It's a good few minutes before you see your friend open the doors to the stairs, and looking over at the elevator while he walks up to the door you see there's a maintenance sign on it. That was broken, too. Your brow furrows as he walks up to the glass door, shoving it open.

"Y/N... What are you doing here?" He asks, and you give him a once over. He's still wearing his academy uniform, just like you, but without the skirt that drapes around his legs. The buttons are partially undone and buttoned unevenly.

"I, uh..." You start, giving a slight shake of your head. "Why are you still in your uniform?"

"I haven't had the chance to change.." He lies, eyeing you quizzically. He definitely won't be telling you that his only casual clothes are noticeably too small on him, ankles showing in the only pyjama pants he owns so he had to throw this back on in a rush. Usually, he just sleeps in his boxers and only leaves the house in dress clothes. "What's going on?" He asks, changing the subject.

You take a deep, shaky breath and shake your head. "I... was just hoping you'd want to hangout." You smile, but it's not convincing enough for him.

"Oh, uh, I'm a little busy right now..." He glances back inside.

"Of course. Yes. I'm sorry." You nod, slightly disappointed.

"But, I mean, it's just homework. If you have your stuff we could work on it together." He suggests, sensing your discomfort.

"Came straight from school!" You grin, patting your bag where it hangs at your waist.

"Uh, okay..." He chuckles a bit, checking the time on his watch before reaching past you to buzz his own apartment.

You wait for a moment before another voice rings out.

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Coryo, did you lock yourself out again?" His cousin sighs.

"Again?" You gasp, covering your mouth as you laugh quietly at him.

His cheeks flush. "No, I didn't. I was hoping you could bring my school bag down to me, Y/N and I are going to hers to work on homework."

Your smile fades as he volunteers your home. The reason you came was because you didn't want to go back there. Not yet.

"I'll be right down!"

You hear the click of it disconnecting and he smiles at you. "Just give her a minute."

"We can't- Uh..." How to word this without sounding weird. "My brother has friends over, I think. They're always super loud so that's why I came here..."

"Oh, okay. Well..." He looks back inside again. "We can find somewhere else to go. My grandma'am is sleeping, that's all."

You're both lying to each others faces and neither of you knew.

"Sounds good." You nod. "My brother and his friends are just like, so annoying. I wish they would just get together and like... read or something..." You laugh nervously, rubbing your arm.

"I get it." He hums and you laugh.

"As if, Coryo, you are that younger brother."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"This is exactly how my little brother fights with me so..."

"Except I don't have siblings. So that's impossible."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't."

"You do!" You laugh. "You realize the genetic components have like... nothing to do with that, right? Tigris is effectively your sister. You live together, for christs sake. Besides, I know I'm right because of... everything." You gesture to him vaguely and he glares at you.

"That's why we get along so well." You smile sweetly at him. "I'm a big sister. I know exactly how to handle little brothers. And you're used to having a big sister around, so you tolerate me."

"Tigris is not my sister, and you are nothing like her."

You playfully roll your eyes. "I wouldn't know. But I would bet money that we have more in common than you know."

"Definitely not." He protests, shaking his head as Tigris steps out of the stairwell with his book bag in hand. She smiles and waves at you as she comes up to the door, opening it to hand it out to him.

"Thank you." He nods, and she turns to you, blocking the door from closing as she stands there.

"Y/N, how are you?" She smiles, holding her housecoat around herself. It had been a long time since you'd seen her- she left the academy before you were old enough to study in the same buildings.

"I'm well, thank you." You smile. "Yourself?"

"I'm good." She nods. "How is school treating you?"

You laugh, shrugging and reaching up to rub your eyes. "Well enough, I suppose. Gives me something to do."

She smiles, sadly, and nods. You look over at Coryo quickly. "Should we be going then?"

He nods. "Yes, we should. Thank you, Tigris."

"Of course." She grins, waving you off as you make your way back down the steps ahead of him.

Coryo throws his bag over his shoulder, rushing to follow you as he notices his mismatched buttons and quickly tries to fix it. "Where do you want to go?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Maybe the park? It's a nice day out." You offer.

He looks around. It wasn't that nice- there was a thin overcast of clouds that suggested it may start to rain, and there wasn't much time before the sun would set. "I mean, it looks like it's going to rain. Noise doesn't bother me, we could just go to your house."

You sigh, looking down at your feet as you walk in no particular direction, kicking a stone across the broken pavement. "No." You quickly dismiss it. "What about the old bomb shelter? I know how to get into the one on my block. There's an unlocked door."

Your friend wrinkles up his nose at the suggestion. "Isn't it gross and dusty and dark?"

"It's not that bad." You laugh. "Don't be a baby."

"Do you remember the bombings?" You ask, pushing aside an old curtain in the underground shelter.

"I don't think I could forget if I wished to." Coryo mutters, looking around. It was dusty, but you had found a light switch very quickly. The lights overhead flickered after years of not being used, but for some reason, power was still connected. Like they were still on standby, waiting for another flood of terrified people to swarm in during the night after years of being left untouched.

"Me neither." You hum, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. "We slept over there." You point vaguely to a far corner of the vast space of old bunk beds and tables.

"Cozy." Coryo mumbles, stepping around a crack in the ceiling where water had dripped down into a puddle on the floor.

You laugh as you place your bag down on a table, quickly removing your blazer to dust off the bench next to it so the two of you could sit. You won't get in any more trouble for dirtying your uniform than you already are for hitting your classmate.

You lay the red material down across it and use your palms to wipe the table so your friend would be more comfortable placing his stuff there. "Here, sit." You smile, patting the spot next to yourself.

"Thanks." He nods, eyes locked on the yellowing bruise that falls around your wrist. It was previously unnoticeable under the shadow of your blazer sleeve, but now with only your blue dress shirt slightly folded up, it was clear as day. To him, anyway. His eyes flick up to your face as you dig through your bag, so blissfully unaware that now he knows why you came to him instead of going home. He hadn't thought of it before.

"Well?" You turn, raising an eyebrow at him when he doesn't make an effort to move. "You scared or something? I don't bite."

He shakes himself out of his stupor of realization. Maybe one day he would say something, but that certainly wouldn't be today. "I'm pretty sure you do." He jokes, sliding into the spot next to you.

"Oh, how you think so little of me." You laugh as he starts pulling papers and books out of his bag. A small smile tugs on his lips, but he doesn't look at you. You tilt your head a little bit, watching his movements closely. He's so sophisticated for a boy who just turned fourteen.

"I was working on math before you showed up. Want to do that first?" His lips are moving suddenly, and you only notice after that he's looking at you.

"Oh, yes. Sure." You smile, quickly turning back to your own notebooks and pulling out the right one. You didn't want to work on homework, not at all, but it was better than being at home.

"What page are you on?" Coryo asks absentmindedly, flipping through his textbook to note both where he is and where you are. You didn't need his help, but he was happy to offer it.

"236. You?"

"250."

"You're fast." You giggle, shaking your head as you look at him.

"Well, I had an hour when I got home, so..."

"Right." You wonder as you stare at his blonde curls if they get poofy when he brushes it. It must. He clearly hasn't had a haircut in quite a while. You twist the ends of your own hair between your fingers. You haven't either.

Coryo's brow is furrowed in concentration as he tries to read in the mediocre lighting, copying down the equation he was working on.

"Why are you friends with me?" You ask impulsively, and his writing hand freezes for just a moment.

"Because... You're nice to me." He answers simply, resuming the question he was on.

"I'm not that nice to you." You giggle. "Everyone is nice to you, mostly."

"Yes, well, you're funny too. It seems that all our classmates have monkey brains, or something."

"So you think I'm smart?" You tease, leaning your chin on your palm.

"Aren't you?" He deflects the question back to you, not risking looking your way.

"I like to think so." You shrug. "But that's not a good reason to be friends with someone."

"Then why are you friends with me?"

You bite your lip, picking up your pencil and suddenly finding an interest in the bite marks you've left in the wood over the last week. "I don't know." You say honestly. "You're nice to me... I suppose." You laugh, seeing the irony in your response.

Coryo finally looks at you, smiling knowingly. "See?"

"Okay, fine. But I like to think we get along really well, don't you think?" You really don't want to do your homework, deciding it would be better to just talk anyway. That's why you went to him, you realize. You wanted to talk.

"Sejanus said we bicker like an old married couple." He chuckles.

"Well, yes, but he's wrong. Besides, an old couple wouldn't be married if they didn't at least get along most of the time."

He nods, tapping his pencil against his notebook. "I guess you're right." He agrees. "But we don't really fight, it's just... pretend. You know that, right?" He looks at you hopefully, trying to pick up on a sense of understanding in your eyes.

"Well, duh." You giggle nervously. "If we really fought I wouldn't be your friend. I'd hit you with a book, as we know."

He nods, but doesn't laugh at your joke. "I wouldn't hurt you on purpose. Ever." Don't look at her wrist, don't look at her wrist, don't look at-

"I know." You nod, speaking quieter now as you feel the seriousness in his tone. The smile on your face is genuine, but he can tell it's forced beyond sadness. "Maybe that's why I'm friends with you."

"That's a good reason." He says softly, matching your smile. "Trust is the most important thing."

You think he doesn't know how much that means to you, but he does. You force yourself to look away quickly, torn between the urges to both cry and kiss him. You'd never kissed anyone before, but you'd decided when other girls started having boyfriends who they only stayed with for a week that if you had to pick anyone, it would be Coryo. Something tells you he wouldn't break your heart.

"So you trust me?" You ask, blinking away tears as you pretend to focus on your schoolwork.

"Of course I do."

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[twistedwonderworm]

Can i request AFAB smut monsterfucking with azul ashengrotto in his mer form👀

Sorry this took so long and sorry if it's bad. I got swamped by requests and despite that they're still open. So one of my friends helped by writing this for me with me being the one to edit it. So credit to her.

Mating Season (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x AFAB!reader

Warnings: rough sex, mer sex, afab terms, reader wearing makeup (forgot to edit that out, I'm sorry)

Word count: 1,138

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Y/n was heading to the Octavinelle dorm, to visit their boyfriend Azul. The couple were planning on spending the summer together. When they got there, they looked around and saw both Jade and Floyd standing almost in front of Azul’s office.

“Hey guys, why are you standing in front of the door? Is Azul busy?” they asked the two. Both Jade and Floyd looked at each other before they looked at Y/N.

“Well…Azul is having a week to himself as he has been really stressed.” Floyd said to them to try and get them away, but Y/N was determined to see their boyfriend. They eventually got the two to move so they could get inside. Jade tried to warn them but the human wouldn't listen.

As Y/N opened the door, they noticed that it was dark, and they closed the door. When they did so, they could see a blue light but what got their gears going were the soft moans they heard. It sounded like Azul though his voice sounded a little deeper than normal. Y/N walked forward to find their boyfriend. When they did find him, their face heated up as they flushed upon seeing what Azul was doing.

Azul was laying in a water filled tub that the twins probably brought in for him, jerking off almost desperately… and in his Mer form no less. They had to admit that he was actually quite beautiful in his mer form, sleek and toned. The coloring also quite gorgeous. But they quickly shook their head to get those thoughts out of their head. Unfortunately, it was futile. They could only think about him being inside them. About him making them see stars. However, Azul had noticed that they had walked in, and he stopped his hand. He looked back at their red, flushed face. He couldn’t help but smirk and called them forward with a finger. His aura was different when he didn’t have his glasses on, and his hair was a slight mess.

“Ah angelfish. I see Jade and Floyd let you inside. Well, since you’re here… come on and help me out, will you?” He purred seductively to them.

Y/N could only gulp softly, What have I gotten myself into? they thought before walking over and slowly going to their knees. They took his cock into their hand. It was a lot bigger than they anticipated and was quite odd, as they had assumed it was one of his arms. Nevertheless they aimed to please.

Soon enough Y/N started to suck on his cock, using their tongue to play with the tip. They soon took in more as they felt Azul’s hand grip their hair, which caused them to deep-throat him. They gagged in surprise from the sudden action, almost choking. Normally, Azul would be flushing at their actions, but would stay soft and tender. Instead he was rough and desperate to cum. It didn't take long before Y/N felt him twitch in their mouth, and they were pulled off.

He scooped them up and moved them to his desk on their back. While they were still being surprised at how easily he was able to do so, there octomer divested them of their bottoms and underwear. His extra arms wrapped around their thighs, keeping them open as he leaned down and attacked their clit with hard sucks and licks. Because of Azul’s heat he was unable to stop even if they begged him to. Though he knew he would at least try even though they tasted so divine. Once he felt they were wet enough, he pulled away with a pop and smirked.

“Oh, don’t worry, angelfish. I’ll give you what you want…if you beg for it.” He said with a chuckle. Y/N could only blink as they whined trying to move their hips but the tight grip of his tentacles were tight. They wanted him to continue but they didn’t want to beg either. Soon they let out a small yelp as one of his free tentacles smacked their clit. They looked at him just to see that damn smug look. The one they both loved and hated. They bit their lower lip and whined again.

“P-please Azul, please taste your prey.” They begged and boy, did Azul deliver. As he ate them out, he could hear them cry out his name over and over again, getting higher each time. Before long they soon could feel the knot tighten then snap as they climaxed on his tongue.

Azul soon pulled away, licking his lips as he moved up and aligned himself before he thrusted all the way in. This wasn’t the first time they had sex, but it was the first time they did it during his heat and in his Mer form. But even if he was in a lust driven haze, he still allowed them to adjust to his size. His tentacle was slick and smooth inside of them, twitching inside them every now and then. Once they gave the okay, they would soon find out why the eels tried to keep them away.

They were moaning loudly as Azul pounded into them, and he could only laugh at their state. Their hair messed up and over their eyes. The lipstick they wore was smeared and the eyeliner streaked down their cheeks from the tears that fell while Azul was giving them great oral.

What they didn’t know was that Azul was on the last day of his heat as it was the strongest. They soon looked at Azul with pleading eyes as their climax was taken away twice now. They could feel that he was close, and so were they. Soon enough azul’s tentacles moved to action as two touched their chest and nipples while another rubbed their clit at a quick pace that sent them spiraling into a hard orgasm. They screamed out his name and almost passed out from pleasure as their body tensed up. When Azul felt them orgasm, clenching around him and trying to milk his cock, he soon followed. He slammed in one more time before he orgasmed himself, pumping them full of cum. He panted and held them close as he shifted back into his human form. When he was back in human form, he sat down in his desk chair, his legs being too wobbly to stand. Soon Azul chuckled and helped them get cleaned up and smiled.

“Are you alright dear? Did I go too rough on you?” he asked them with a knowing smile. All they could do was nod and smile softly. Even if he was rough they knew the next time he had his mating season they were definitely helping him. Afterall, Mer people couldn’t get humans pregnant…or could they?

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[reidsc0nverse]

A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter Two)

Summary: Reader accompanies Emily to a club during a case where Spencer shows her one of his many talents with the help of the one and only Derek Morgan.

Warnings: Language (not much at all)

AN: This is based on episode 4x9 (obviously) and basically goes along with the story. Also let's pretend Courtney (the bartender) wasn't the object of Spencer's attention for his magic trick. K thanks.

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The other day when I walked through the doors of the BAU I was not expecting to be thrown into my job, but of course, it happened. 

I was in the technical analyst Penelope Garcia's office when all of a sudden JJ (as she now told me I can call her) went into labor. How wonderful.

I mean don't get me wrong I'm so happy for her, but I still had a good week of training that I could've used.

That was two weeks ago, so now I'm fully in my spot as Communications Liaison, and not to brag or anything.. I'm doing pretty well. 

Right now we've been working a case in Atlanta where a guy of the "Alpha Male" type would kill women that he would pick up from the local bars. The team came to the conclusion that he was getting his tips from a pick up artist that seems to be teaching his skills to other men. 

They call him "Viper" and, according to Emily, he's a real treat.

"He's a grade A asshole." she huffs walking into the room of the precinct I'm in. 

"That bad?" I ask and she slumps into the chair next to mine.

"He makes me wanna gauge my eyes out." She says, laughing, but clearly annoyed. So far while I've been on the team she and I have gotten pretty close and she's honestly one of my favorite people. 

"I'm so glad I wasn't there." I say, shaking my head. I've dealt with one too many narcissists on a personal level so if I had to listen to a guy go on for ages about how to play hard to get with a girl or blatantly insult them to get them attracted to him I'd probably lose my mind.

"Time to give the profile" Derek says as he sticks his head in the room. Emily sighs and walks out with me to the rest of the team. 

They go on giving out details to the local PD and I drone out until Spencer talks to me, or at me kind of. "I like those earrings, yeah my grandma has a lot of fake jewelry also." 

PARDON?

He smiles and waves it off as not serious, which I understood he was only exemplifying what our unsub does but it didn't diminish the fact that it was funny as hell. 

After the team finishes I get up and Spencer walks towards me, "Um, sorry about that. I just needed to show them what the unsub learned from Viper."

I laugh and wave him off, "No no don't apologize it's fine, it gave me a good laugh so I'm really not hurt by it."

He smiles and Hotch calls us over to where the rest of the team stands. 

They explain that we need to see about more of what the unsub may have learned back at the group discussions and they hint that Emily is gonna need to go back and talk to Viper.

"Oh. Oh god, this is really gonna suck." 

A little later, Emily comes to me after the team splits up with a cheeky look on her face and her hands behind her back.

"Y/NNNNN...." she drags.

"Oh god what do you want." I say playfully, already knowing what she's gonna say.

"You know, Derek is bringing Spencer as a wingman, so maybe you coulddd..."

"Fine fine, but if we're hitting the club I don't think my work attire is gonna cut it." I say, looking down at the blouse and black pair of pants I'm wearing. 

She shakes her head, "Ah, no worries, I have something you might fit in." She pulls out two dresses from behind her back and hands one to me.

"So you just happen to have party wear in your go bag?" I ask, looking at the black tight fit dress now in my hands.

"We go to some interesting places." She smirks and smacks my shoulder lightly, continuing, "Come on, I'll help you get ready." 

She takes my hand and we go to the PD locker room, getting changed and she gets her makeup out.

"I thought you hated this guy, now you're getting all dolled up." I tease her, she laughs and starts applying her eye makeup. 

"I take every opportunity I can get to look hot as shit with a job like this. Plus, we're still going to the club." She jokes back and after a couple minutes we're done getting ready and meet up with Derek and Spencer at the car.

"Heyy, looking good ladies." Derek says with a cocky smile and Spencer waves at me awkwardly. 

"How flattering." Emily says and then huffs, turning to me, "You better help me through dealing with this worm." 

"Of course" I say, hand on my heart and all.

Once we get to the club we decide to split up, Derek and Spencer asking girls in the club if they've seen anyone similar to our unsub, and Emily going up ahead of me while we face this nightmare of a man.

She tells me to stay back until the right time and I watch her play her game of flirting while continuing to intrigue the man. She looks back at me when he gets a little too confident and a little too close so I walk towards them, Viper's eyes following me carefully.

The conversation goes as usual, some mindless snarky remarks tossed around as he starts discussing eye contact, more specifically pupil dilation. 

"Okay fifteen seconds." Emily says in response to the eye contact that Viper has been making with me, and trying to prove a point.

"What do you see?" I ask.

"Nope, no dilation."

Viper comes quick with his response, "Ah, because you have someone else on the mind." 

Do I? Maybe. I don't know. No.

Emily eyes me teasingly and the conversation between us and Viper goes stale until he gives us just what we want for the case. He gives us that our unsub is going to go for his "queen bee," the focus on all his killing. 

Emily calls Hotch with our findings and I meet up with Derek and Spencer as they talk, or..bicker maybe.

"Come here pretty girl," Derek says to me, I comply, confused but still.

"Pretend she's someone you're showing the unsub to, use that magic." Derek says to Spencer, putting me in front of him, but he explains to me that apparently Spencer isn't having any luck giving the profile out to the girls at the club so now he's doing..magic?

I don't know how he's not having luck, he's an attractive guy. I would feel like girls would go crazy trying to talk to him but I guess not.

Spencer looks at me like he really doesn't wanna do this, but he goes with it anyway. "Don't worry I'll play along" I tell him and he seems comforted in that.

He begins by acting as though we've never met and asks me if I've seen the man in the drawing before, I nod no and he pulls out a pen.

"We have reason to believe he has a scar about right..here." He says, running the pen through the paper and moving it around, leaving no rips in the paper.

"Woah, woah. What? How did you do that?" I ask, inspecting the paper. 

He shrugs and smirks, "A magician never reveals his secrets." 

Derek laughs and pats his back, "That's what I'm talking about, pretty boy!" 

After the case ends smoothly we arrive at the BAU once again and settle everything down. I go to JJ's office which is mine temporarily and get some paperwork out of the way with Emily.

"So, don't mean to remind you of Viper, but, is there someone on your mind?" She asks teasingly.

"Oh god." I groan and put my face in my hands.

She snickers and responds, "Oh so there is!"

"Maybe." I say, dragging the word out. "But I don't know, he doesn't really know me that well."

She nods, I feel like she sees right through me.

"Seems like you and Spencer kind of had a good time earlier."

I choke on my own spit, "Um what?" I say, coughing. Covering my mouth as well as the slight pink coming onto my face.

She smiles and nods her head as a tall figure walks in the doorway. "Speak of the devil." She says and walks out, I look up and see Spencer, so now she's leaving me and him alone.

His eyebrows furrow, and I wave it off.

"Hello there, Houdini."  I say smiling up at him, he laughs and leans against the doorway.

"You know it's an easy trick, nothing up to Houdini's standard." 

I shrug. "Eh, still impressive." 

Things are quiet for a moment and there's a hint of tension in the air until he clears his throat and starts.

"You looked really nice today, by the way. Just thought I'd say." His face goes red and I smirk.

"You came all this well to compliment me?" I tease. He laughs sheepishly and shakes his head. 

"No, no. I was um, I was coming to ask you if maybe you wanted to grab a coffee or something. Maybe I could show you how I really do that trick?"

He was nervous, obviously. But that didn't help the grin on my face growing and trying to hold back the blush that's definitely growing on my face.

"I thought magicians couldn't tell anyone how they do their tricks." I reply, more calmly than I thought I would've, I mean I'm just trying to play it cool.

"I can make an exception. I'll let you know, I have your number right?"

I nod and he smiles again and sticks up an awkward thumbs up, "Cool. Well, I'll see you later." 

"Bye, Spencer" I say playfully and as we walks out to the hallway I peek out and see Derek standing by the doors that leave the office with a cheeky look. I can see the back of Spencer's head nod and Derek raise his arms, saying something but they're too far to hear. 

Guessing Derek convinced him to go for it. 

Good thing.

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I'm gonna be real and say I kinda hate this chapter but I promise it gets good. ALSO TYSM ON THE SUPPORT FOR THE LAST PART IM SO GRATEFUL UGH.

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[sydsaint]

If you feel like it maybe Prompt 30 with Hook or Danhausen please

Loved writing this. I'm a sucker for softie! HOOK

Summary: The reader suffers an injury while helping Tyler out with a fight but doesn't tell him right away. Tyler can tell something is bothering her and is hellbent on fixing it.

Prompt: "How long did you think that you could keep this from me?"

You sit in front of the mirror and examine the deep purple mark on the right side of the jaw. A couple of days ago, while trying to help Tyler with a fight against Wheeler Yuta and the rest of the BCC, you caught a stray hook from Claudio in the jaw. Tyler was ushered off by security before the bruise started to form, so he didn't know about it.

You've known Tyler for a few years now, and the two of you have become close. Best friends in fact. With maybe just a hint of something more there. And you know that Tyler will only go off if he finds out about the accident.

"Ty! What's up?" You answer your phone when it suddenly rings with Tyler's picture on screen.

"Hey, Y/N. I just wanted to let you know that I'm almost there." Tyler informs you.

Your eyes widen at Tyler's warning. He was supposed to meet you at the arena. Not the hotel. "I thought we were gonna meet at the arena?" You ask him about it.

"We were, yeah," Tyler confirms. "But I forgot a couple of things in my room so I have to drop by." He explains. "I'll be there in a bit, so be ready."

You bite your lip, knowing that now you're going to have to rush your makeup job. "Alright. I'll see you soon, Ty." You answer and promptly hang up on him so you aren't wasting any of the little time you have left.

Tyler looks down at his phone after you hang up on him. "Alright." He wears a puzzled look on his face.

A bit later, Tyler grabs his stuff from his hotel room and then makes his way down the hall to your room. He knocks twice and calls out before he enters the room.

"Hey, Y/N! It's Ty!" He calls out and waits for an answer.

Tyler hears some rustling inside the room before finally, you answer him. "It's open, Tyler!"

Tyler slips inside the room and finds you grabbing something out of your suitcase. He also notices that there is a mess of makeup supplies scattered all over the bathroom counter. Which is odd for you. Tyler's never really known you to wear a bunch of makeup unless it's a special occasion.

"I like your eyeshadow," Tyler comments on your hard work when you finally turn his way.

"Oh, thanks." You nod. "You ready to go?" You ask him.

Tyler nods and hands your jacket to you from the chair next to him. You take it with a smile and the two of you head out.

"What are we doing tonight anyway?" You ask Tyler on the way to the Arena.

"I've got a match against Wheeler tonight finally," Tyler answers. "Are you going to come out with me?" He asks you. "I know that things kind of got wild last week with that fight backstage. But you know I've always got your back."

"Yeah, I'll be out there, Ty." You reluctantly nod, which Tyler notices but doesn't comment on.

The thought of seeing Claudio again shakes you up a little bit. You know that him hitting you last week was an accident. But it doesn't make it any less hard having to confront him again. Especially when this time around, Tyler has no idea how you feel.

Later in the night, you and Tyler are hanging out in the locker room and waiting for Tyler's match. Tyler is busy on his phone while you are letting your thoughts stew.

"Hey, Y/N, are you sure that you're okay?" Tyler asks when he glances up from his phone and sees the worried look on your face.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine, Ty." You insist with a nod, leg bouncing nervously.

Tyler puts his phone away and walks over to you. He sits down in the seat next to yours and makes sure that he's giving you his full attention. "Y/N, come on." Tyler prompts you. "We're best friends, you know that you can tell me anything. And I can tell that something is bothering you."

"I...it's nothing." You shake your head and look away from Tyler.

"Y/N, come on. I just want to help." Tyler keeps on trying to get you to open up.

When you turn away from Tyler he can't help but notice the purple mark being poorly hidden by your foundation. "What's that? Is that a bruise?" He asks you, but you don't reply at first. "Y/N, is that why you've been acting weird lately? Did someone do this to you?"

"It was an accident." You finally give in and turn back toward Tyler. "That fight backstage a couple of days ago with the BCC? Claudio accidentally hit me." You explain to him what happened.

"You should have told me." Tyler raises his voice a bit, angry at himself for not asking you about this sooner. "How long did you think you could hide it from me?" He asks you.

"Until it went away." You reply. "It was an accident. And You've already got your hands full with Wheeler. You didn't need the extra stress of dealing with Claudio." You pick at your nails sheepishly.

You look away from Tyler but hear him let out a sigh. He grabs your hand to get you to stop picking at your nails and forces you to look at him. "We're a team, remember?" He reminds you. "And I'm not mad, okay? I just wanted to make sure that you're alright."

"Thanks, Tyler." You sniffle. "It feels good to be able to talk about what happened." You admit.

"I can imagine." Tyler nods. "It's not good to keep all that shit bottled up inside." He adds. "Do you still want to come out with me? You don't have to if you don't want to. But just know, I got your back mami."

You shake your head and compose yourself. "I'll come out there with you." You inform him. "Someone has to watch your back, right?" You joke.

"Right." Tyler chuckles and pulls you into his side for a hug. "What would I do without you?" He smiles to himself.

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[aguamarinee]

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Yuma × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluffy make out session (?)

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: reader is running late from an important first meeting, but she's in desperate need of a thing that turns out momentarily only Yuma can provide. Good thing she doesn't have to ask permission from him.

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "Baby said, 'When you're talking, I go dead. Shut your mouth, give me your head.' "

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,1k

It was the early evening and the sunset was already present on the young night sky.

Crimson mixed with a bit of copper on the lower outside layers of the vault above.

I could only see from the window now, but I was preparing to leave the apartment in about 5 minutes so I was excited to walk in the last warming rays of the Sun.

Also, what if my date greets me in the sunset— that would be so romantic!

Of course, a girl can dream but the possibility is there...

I was in the bathroom, daydreaming while doing the last touches on my makeup; nothing too fancy or out of the ordinary for a first date but I wanted a bit darker eyeshadow and a longer, cat-like eyeliner in the corner of my eyes, to posses a rather sultry stare. I'm not sure if I achieved it though.

I was in a cheerful mood since I had a good feeling about this date, and the whole setting where he asked to meet up was very fitting for my tastes as well.

So I'd really like it if everything could go well this time!

"Hey, watch your hands, you're about to eat your lipstick!" I heard Yuma say with a grin from the doorway; he was at my apartment since I entrusted him to watch it until I'm home, or if I don't arrive home today, then he's free to sleep here.

We've had this kind of mutual agreement since years ago, just for safety.

He's also entrusted with my one and only spare key for the flat, so that proves my trust even further.

I always try to hold him accountable for some minor things, but only as a lighthearted joke of course.

Usually, he does a good job guarding my property so it's more like an inside joke between us.

And it's no different this time.

Yuma was watching me intently since I told him to be early, and at this point, he was just waiting for me to leave.

I introduced the situation to him a week ago, he wasn't exactly thrilled or anything, but he did listen to my ramblings about the guy which is nice coming from him.

I'm sure towards the end of the week he just wished for me to shut up but I couldn't help being more and more excited as the weekend was nearing.

"Hmm, on second thought I don't want to wear lipstick, that would look too much, as if I'm trying too hard..." I pondered to myself but loud enough for Yuma to hear too.

"You are trying a bit too hard." He laughed and crossed his arms in front of his chest while he replied sassily.

"Lipgloss will do the trick! And at least he will focus more on my lips." I gave him a look through the mirror then I rummaged through my makeup bag to find a suitable pinkish lipgloss.

"Yeah, whatever." He huffed and rolled his eyes, a small smile still present on his face.

He seemed a bit down today, he didn't have a lot of his usual witty remarks or persona, but I figured he was just tired since nowadays he opted to work part-time on Saturdays as well, to earn some extra cash.

When I finally found a lipgloss that seemed good enough, as I started to apply the product, while concentrating, a quiet ringing sound interrupted me.

"Oh, looks like my coffee is done." Yuma looked behind him towards the cozy living room which was connected to a small American kitchen, then pushed himself away from the doorway to get his drink.

When did he put up a coffee?

I didn't even notice...

And why didn't he make one for me?

I lightly shrugged my shoulders as he walked away, familiar enough with his habits.

Never mind, I just realized that I brushed my teeth so that my breath will smell nice, and by drinking coffee I don't think it would last long.

And I don't want to seem like a caffeine addict, at least not on the first date.

I turned back to the mirror and as I finished applying the subtle lipgloss and glanced at my whole look in the mirror, I frowned.

I feel like even this gloss is too much, I don't like this either.

But I know I have to put something on my lips, I don't want to go bare, it's just... I need something very subtle and barely noticeable, but my mouth still has to look fresh and moisturized.

I rummaged through my makeup bag once again as the idea of chapstick came to mind, but I just couldn't find it.

Wait... That was the thing I forgot to buy last time!

I remember thinking very hard about something while writing my shopping list but it never occurred to me in the end.

Even when I walked beside a whole aisle full of lip and moisturizer products in the drugstore.

And it's been what, like a week since then?

I haven't had a chapstick for two weeks and I'm just realizing it now... Talk about trying too hard.

I sighed loudly as my thoughts came to a conclusion and hurriedly shutting my makeup bag and turning the light off in the bathroom I jogged outside to the living room.

Yuma sipped on his coffee casually, sitting at the end of the comfortable couch and barely even noticed me rushing out.

Only when I hastily called his attention.

"Yuma, where's your chapstick?" I asked out of the blue, while I put my keys, my wallet, and other all-time needs into my purse.

He always uses pretty nice flavors so I know I can trust him with this too.

And this is an emergency right now.

"Oh, it's on me." He said nonchalantly, waving his hand away as if it weren't that important.

"Okay, then give it to me." I told him clearly, getting a bit impatient.

I thought he meant he has it with him right now, so why doesn't he just want to hand it to me?

Or is he annoying me on purpose? I can't decide.

I mean yes, I usually don't ask such things from him, but he knows that this is crucial at the moment.

"No, I mean it's on my lips. But I left the thing at home." He turned to me finally and looked me in the eyes seriously.

"Oh Yuma, come on! I'll have to leave the house in five! Don't mess with me!" When I realized what he meant I lightly stomped my foot.

I'm really going to be late. Without nice lips.

"Then come here, we'll solve it differently." He stood up and took a step towards me, then stretched his hands in my direction, trying to bring me closer.

I held my purse in my hand and walked closer to him with a skeptical expression.

I watched him put down his coffee cup — which was actually mine, because he took it from my counter —, then he delicately put his hands on my cheeks, bringing me closer and after a glance of silent permission he gently put his lips onto mine, perfectly aligned.

I was at a loss for words in the first few seconds because I would have never expected this 'solution' from him, but whatever gets the job done.

At least that's what I kept repeating in my head.

A moment later I felt Yuma moving his lips, trying to smudge the chapstick all over my lips.

It occurred to me that I should do something too, so I took a step towards him to feel myself closer and pressed my mouth even closer to his, firmly.

It was to get as much from the chapstick as possible, obviously.

The situation itself was weird; two friends kissing because of something like this, but I didn't hate it.

His lips felt nice and warm on mine, and they had a sweet taste... Or it was just the chapstick he was trying to rub all over me, I didn't know anymore.

In the heat of the moment, I opened my mouth a bit, allowing Yuma more room to move.

He softly caught my top lip between his and seconds later I lightly felt his teeth grazing the same area too.

This is all for the smearing of the chapstick.

When he stopped, it was my time to act and I went for his bottom lip, slightly biting down on it.

This is all for the smearing of the chapstick? Right?

On the other hand, Yuma was still holding my face between his hands so delicately, as if we weren't kissing the daylight out of each other.

...I mean, applying the chapstick on one another.

I thought about giving in and returning the favor, touching his cheeks, or putting my hands around his neck but I didn't want to seem like I'm too into it.

I opted to keep it casual in the end, not showing in further body language that I'm enjoying this.

Well, as casual as this can be — which is obviously not the case —, but at least I didn't initiate more either.

And I'm about to be late from this first date that I oh so anticipated with this guy for a week because I'm kissing my best guy friend on the lips... Because I need his chapstick.

What a lifehack!

We kissed a bit more, and when our lips broke away from each other — just our lips, our faces remained close — I immediately felt the thick blush covering my cheeks, almost exactly where Yuma's hands took place.

We gazed at each other for another couple of long moments, eyes connected as if we were speaking.

I couldn't decide if he was blushing, his face was blank and normal colored, maybe his ears were a bit red?

I was still confused about his solution to my chapstick problem, but one way or another I was grateful.

"...It was just for the chapstick, y'know?" After a seemingly endless silence, Yuma spoke up first, removed one of his hands from my cheek, and put it under my chin.

Then slowly with his other hand, he lightly wiped my bottom lip and the corner of my mouth.

It surprised me, but I didn't show it.

I'm being late. So late.

"Yeah, thanks for the chapstick." I gave him a grin and touched my lips myself.

Liars, both of us.

But if not for the chapstick, I'm sure my lips look moisturized enough after this kiss just the same.

Yuma gently detached his hands from my face, and with a slightly lopsided smile, he stepped away from me at last.

With a final nod, I did the same and hurriedly went to put on my heels and a thin coat for the night out.

I checked my appearance in the screen of my phone one last time, and I was ready to leave the house, getting my own keys and not bothering to leave them in the lock since Yuma had his own.

"Hey Y/n, don't do anything stupid, okay?" I suddenly felt his presence behind me before I could've pulled on the door handle.

His palm was against the doorway, discreetly caging me in, but I wasn't intimidated by his actions, it was rather his way of ensuring my safety before I say goodbye.

I turned my head to face him, quickly exploring his handsome features and his smooth, always-on-point locks.

"I won't." I chuckled, his words melting my heart a little bit.

Even if he was putting it out there in his own way, I knew his intentions were good.

"And if something goes wrong, give me a ring and I'll pick you up." He leaned in a bit, with heels on our faces were almost at the same height, so we easily locked eyes.

"Got it." I nodded with a smile and as I felt him removing his hand from the door I pulled down the doorknob and exited my flat at last.

I rushed down the stairs — not caring that I'm wearing quite high heels —, and in front of my apartment complex I fished my phone out from my purse and checked the time.

It's 7:13 pm and I should be there at 7:30 pm... I'm so dead.

The bus ride is about 20 minutes, and I'm sure I'll need another at least 5 minutes while I find where exactly the restaurant is.

But if I'm late fashionably, perhaps it won't be that bad.

Getting that chapstick sure took some of my time, but it was so worth it in the end..!

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: Bringing in my Måneskin obsession with this one. I had no idea for a song rec, but I went to my Spotify before publishing this part and this immediately popped up, I guess it was meant to be! (Low-key hoping there's someone I can share my enthusiasm about their music seeing this haha.)

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

#&team #&team fanfic #&team scenarios #&team x reader #andteam #&team imagines #&team yuma #nakakita yuma #andteam yuma #Spotify #&team fluff

[nanaosaki3940]

Baji's Anger Management [Tokyo Revengers]

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X OC/Reader.

Genre: Romance, Fluff.

Trope: Childhood best friends turned lovers. 

Note: A snippet from my Tokyo Revengers fanfic called "A Condition Called Love". And this takes place during the final newest timeline where Baji's alive (although Baji never died in the previous timeline in my fanfic...). Also Baji didn't get held back in school again in the newest timeline, so he's actually a senpai/senior to Chifuyu and Takemichi at school now.

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Nana’s POV (June, 2005 – New Timeline)

It was the year 2005 when Keisuke and I were in our final/senior year in middle school. And just like how he had promised two years back, he took his studies very seriously into consideration and didn’t get held back in the same grade this time around. I was happy for him, really. Keisuke was motivated and worked super, duper, extra hard in school so he didn’t have to get held back again. He stayed true to his word and was still stuck with it.

It was already 3:25 PM in the afternoon and our classes had just come to an end for today. As soon as the teacher left the classroom, I stood up from my seat and went up to Keisuke’s desk while the other students were making their way out of the room. Today, the teacher gave our test papers back to us and I wanted to know how Keisuke did in his exams.

“Japanese language – 30, English language – 45, Science – 35, Social Studies – 50, Mathematics – 40…” I quietly read out the scores of the ravenette boy, a sweat drop forming on my head, leaving me utterly speechless. “Keisuke, you failed in every subject… Just how…?”

The said boy with his long raven locks tied up in a high ponytail, still wearing his dorky-ass goofy glasses like how he did in the previous timeline, crossed his arms over his chest and let out a huff in displeasure.

“I got too cocky last time…” Keisuke stated with a frowning yet distressed face. “I was so full of myself that I thought maybe I could get through this exam without your help or your study sessions… But unfortunately, I fucking couldn’t do it. If I don’t pass next week’s makeup exam, I’ll have to spend the entire summer vacation in supplementary classes. I can’t do this.”

Keisuke clicked his tongue in annoyance and I gave him a soft concerned look. In my defense, I did try to help him out with this exam but Keisuke declined my offer and said that he would try to study on his own. He wanted to pass the tests without my help. I understood that he was trying to be more independent and didn’t want to bother me, but that plan of his obviously didn’t work out and rather backfired him.

“Tsk! At this rate, I will miss the summer Toman meetings.” He added, slightly shaking his head. “I can’t even go to the Musashi Festival with you this year. Nor can we go touring in Shonan. Nana, you do realize how much this means to me, right?!”

“Yes, I know. It means a lot.” I replied in all seriousness, nodding my head.

This time, on our summer vacation, Keisuke and I decided to go to Shonan, just the two of us, alone. It was a region situated along the coast of Sagami Bay in Kanagawa Prefecture, central Japan. It was located beside the Sagami River and about 60 kilometers southwest of Tokyo. As both Keisuke and I loved the ocean, beaches, and relaxing atmosphere, we thought Shonan was definitely the place to be. In our opinion, Shonan was Japan’s most laidback, stylish, and cool surfer’s paradise which deserves to be called the “California of Japan”.  

Thinking about it, there were so many things we decided to see and places we wanted to visit once we went to Shonan this summer – Enoshima Island, Enoshima Aquarium, the Enoden Railway Station, Mt. Fuji, the Route 134, Kugenuma Beach, Chigasaki Beach, Komaya Park, the Ryukoji Temple, Koibito No Oka (aka the Lover’s Hill) – and so many other more. If Keisuke took his makeup tests next week and failed once again, then we wouldn’t be able to go there just as we planned. And I couldn’t let that happen.

“Please help me study, Nana?” Keisuke requested with pouty lips and I let out a giggle in amusement.

“You don’t need to request me, Kei...” I stated with a smile before grabbing his hand and walking out of the classroom together. “I promised you that I’ll help you study, right? So, let's do this.”

“Do you have any club work today? If not, then wanna go and study at the library now?” he asked as he intertwined the fingers of our holding hands. “I was thinking of getting some problems solved by you. Also, I need to clear a few doubts regarding the last math test.”

“Sure. I’m free now. We can study at the library.” I reassured him with a smile again.

As we walked down the hallway hand in hand and were making our way toward the school library, we came across a certain blonde-haired individual on our path. It was Chifuyu Matsuno (who was in his 2nd year in middle school at this moment in time).

Keisuke and I reunited with Chifuyu at the beginning of the last year, when we started the 1st semester of our 2nd year while Chifuyu newly joined the school as a freshman. And when I said reunite, it meant that Chifuyu had obtained his old memories from the previous timelines as well, just like me and Keisuke. It was overwhelming when we met Chifuyu again. He was with us through thick and thin whatever the situation was from day one. He was our ride-or-die buddy, so meeting him once again in this new timeline was nostalgic, it was heartwarming.

“Ah, Baji-san, Nana-san! Heading back home together?” Chifuyu called out with a brightened-up smile, jogging up to us.

“Oh, hey, Chifuyu!” I chuckled softly at his puppy-like behavior. “No, we’re actually heading toward the library now. Keisuke and I decided to study there for a while.”

“Let me guess… Baji-san failed his tests again?” Chifuyu asked before looking over at Keisuke with a teasing smirk. “Still can’t believe you actually didn’t get held back in this timeline, Baji-san.”

“Oi, I’m gonna fucking murder your ass, Chifuyu!” Keisuke growled out in a threatening tone but we knew he meant no harm.

“Anyways, where are you heading now, Chifuyu?” I asked, slightly tilting my head to the side.

“Takemitchy called me just a few minutes ago. He, Kisaki, Hanma, and Kazutora, are all handing out at McDonald’s. They’re asking me to join them, so I’m heading out there. They asked me to bring you guys too, but it seems like you’re busy…” Chifuyu trailed off with a sheepish smile.  

“Well, yeah. Can’t be helped.” I smiled back and then raised an eyebrow. “But seriously? McDonald’s again? Don’t you guys get tired of it?”

“That’s our usual hangout spot though.” Keisuke chimed in with a small smirk and threw his right arm around me, draping it on my shoulders. “Nana and I would’ve joined you guys, but my makeup exam is more important.”

“Right! I understand! I won’t waste any more of your time.” Chifuyu responded back with a toothy grin as he was about to walk away. “I’ll get going then…”

“Wait, Chifuyu!” I quickly called out, making the said boy look back at me. “There’s something I was meaning to ask you… Do you still feel wary about Kisaki and Hanma?”

It was something I wanted to ask Chifuyu for a while now because of his budding friendship with Kisaki and Hanma.

“Not really. Not anymore.” Chifuyu replied with a small shrug and a warm smile appeared on his face. “Given how they were in the previous timeline, I always keep my guard on whenever they’re around. But then yet again, things are different now. Kisaki is different. Hanma too. So there’s no need to be afraid of them anymore is what I think.”

“That’s right. If Takemitchy assured us that things are different now, then I’m sure we don’t need to panic so much. We should’ve more faith in our friends.” Keisuke chimed in a reassuring tone, smiling down at me.

“Yeah, you’re right…” I smiled back. “As long as Takemichi is involved, I’m sure it’ll go well…”

Besides Keisuke and Chifuyu, I believe in Takemichi the most…

If he says it’s okay, then maybe it is…

After that, once Keisuke and I had settled down in the library to study, he suddenly remembered something and then spoke up to me.

“Hey, are you working on the school fest for this year too?” Keisuke asked and I shrugged in response.

“Don’t know. They didn’t form the committee yet. We’ll know who’s gonna be in charge of the preparation process once they form the committee.” I replied, letting out a small sigh before giving Keisuke a curious look. “Why are you asking this? You wanna join the decoration group or something?”

“I never took participation in preparing for school fest or shit before. Looks fun though, not gonna lie.” Keisuke responded and a mischievous smirk formed on my face.

“But remember that one time you once helped out your class, hmm?” I asked in a teasing tone, causing Keisuke to look at me with a slightly frowning face.

Flashback (2004 – the previous timeline)

It was when Keisuke, Chifuyu, and Ryusei Sato were in 1st year of middle school while I was in my 2nd year back in the previous timeline.  

“Nana Senpai!” a familiar feminine voice called out from behind me.

I was in the middle of working on the decorations for the upcoming school fest, busy with my group mates when a girl named Himari from Keisuke’s class came up to me with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Hm, Himari? What is it?” I asked her in a kind tone.

“Um, I wanted to ask you a favor…” Himari stated with a sheepish chuckle while rubbing the back of her neck. “Can you ask Baji-kun to help us out for the school fest, please?”

“Keisuke? What do you want him for?” I asked in confusion yet feeling curious at the same time.

“Our class has decided to set up a cosplay café. And we are kinda short on staff, so we were thinking of asking Baji-kun to be one of our waiters.” She explained.

And that’s when a mischievous idea came to my mind.

“So it’s like that, huh? I think I have a perfect plan for this…” I stated before explaining the plan to her.

A few minutes later, after gathering up all the courage they needed, Himari and her friends went up to Keisuke with bright smiles on their faces.

“Baji-kun! We are having a cosplay café for the school festival! Do it for us, please! Cosplay!” Himari requested Keisuke who was sitting at his desk, studying quietly all by himself.  

“Huh? Why should I?” Keisuke asked, furrowing his eyebrows a bit.

“Because you have a nice figure. We thought you would look good!” Himari replied, smiling brightly and her friends also agreed with her. “Please? Baji-kun, help us out.”

But Keisuke simply stared at them with a frowning face and remind silent as he didn’t know what to tell them or what to think of their sudden request.

“Say, Baji-kun… I heard Nana Senpai is really busy with the school fest now and so she can’t help you with your studies at the moment, yeah? Also, you have a major test next week, right? If you do it, I’ll help you study! Please!” Himari requested him again, throwing this bait toward him.

And that piqued his interest.

“Are you serious?” Keisuke asked in surprise, the frown on his face dropping.

“If you wear a policeman’s uniform, I’ll help you with the Japanese Language. Or if you dress up as a vampire, I’ll help you with Science. Alien for Social Studies. And cat for English. And if you wanna learn Math… wear a female sailor’s suit!” Himari explained the deal with a smug face and this caused a dark shadow slowly fall onto Keisuke’s face, making him contemplate this deal.

Meanwhile, when this was all happening inside the classroom, Chifuyu, Ryusei, and I stood and watched the whole scene play out from the doorway with curiosity.

“There's no way Keisuke-kun will agree to this. He would never dress up like that.” Ryusei stated in a confirmed tone.

“You never know, Ryusei…” I responded back, smirking and this made the said boy give me a confused look.

And seemed like the plan actually worked because, on the day of the school fest, we found Keisuke wearing a female sailor outfit and working as a waiter at the café. Even Chifuyu was there with him as well, also wearing that outfit with a blonde bob-cut wig on his head. And seeing this left Ryusei completely petrified and me a giggling mess.

“Welcome~!!!” Keisuke and Chifuyu greeted us with wide grins, excited, and this shocked Ryusei even more.

“Three iced coffees!!” Keisuke called out loud, with a tray in his hand and it seemed like Keisuke was actually taking his job as a waiter very seriously despite him wearing a sailor outfit.

“I’ll be right with you, Baji-san!” Chifuyu called out happily from the other side of the room, supporting Keisuke with his job.

“No, you’re in a different class to him, Chifuyu…” Ryusei deadpanned at the blonde boy while I continued to laugh at the scene.

Flashback ended

“Hey, you tricked me into doing that! And I’m not doing that same shit again.” Keisuke snapped at me with an angry yet pouty face and I let out an amused giggle.

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry, all right? I will never do that again, promise.” I smiled softly at him in response before opening the math book. “Let’s start our study session, okay?”

And from there, the marathon of our study sessions started which would continue for a whole week. After school at the library, at Keisuke’s place, at the Sano residence – we continued to study hard day in and day out, not taking a proper break to rest. After all, there was no way in hell I could let Keisuke fail his tests again and then miss out on our Shonan trip.

“Nana, you haven't been getting enough sleep.” A tired Keisuke pointed out with guilt in his tone as we were working on some mathematical problems after school in the class.

“Don’t worry about that…” I reassured him with a tired smile, leaning my head on the palm of my hand as I noticed the dark bags under his eyes. “Just concentrate on the mathematic exercise I just taught you now.”

And as we were about to go back to solving the exercises, our homeroom teacher walked into the classroom with a smile on his face.

“What’s this, Baji-kun? You're actually making an effort? And you’re taking help from Osaki-kun again? Just how much are you gonna bother her?” the teacher asked with a taunting smile.

Upon hearing those words, a sad, frustrated expression took over Keisuke’s features and this really annoyed me.

“Keisuke’s my childhood best friend, sensei. So I don’t mind helping him out. Rather I’m very happy that he’s working so hard. Keisuke’s a diligent student, sensei. He’ll do just fine, I’m sure of it.” I stated in a snappy tone with a frowning face and the teacher found my words really amusing.

“We’ll see about that, Osaki-kun.” he replied, smirking again and then looking back at Keisuke again. “Too bad you're gonna have to have supplementary lessons, Baji-kun. You’ll have to give up your summer vacation this year. I’ll be waiting for you with lots of homework.”

And with that, the teacher walked away from there while giggling to himself.

“That fucking evil teacher… I’ll kill his ass off one day…” I grumbled under my breath, cussing the teacher in my mind. “What kind of teacher is he? He should be happy with his student’s progress, not curse them like this and wish for their failure...”  

“Nana…” Keisuke called out in an unusual monotone voice who was staring down at his textbooks and I looked back at him again.

“Yeah? What is it?” I asked and that’s when all hell broke loose.

Immediately a menacing frown formed on his face and it looked as if he was about to burn the entire world down in one go if he had the chance.

“Where is my summer vacation?!!” Keisuke snapped out through his gritted teeth, scowling deeply at his textbooks and notes while clenching his pencil in his fist.

Oh shit!! This is not good at all!!

“Keisuke, calm down. Please don’t worry about that. Just keep up the good work.” I panicked, trying to cool him down but nothing seemed to work on him.

“Where’s my oasis?! Where’s my youth?!!” he yelled out again as he tossed his books away and then stomped out of the classroom angrily, even taking off his glasses and throwing them to the ground.

Wasting no time, I quickly picked up his books from the ground and carefully packed our bags and stuff before walking out of the classroom as well, following the ravenette boy from behind.

“Keisuke!” I called out in concern, finally catching up to him as we walked down the streets of Shibuya. “Studying too much made you delirious! Just calm down already!”

“I won’t be able to concentrate on these supplementary exams unless I punch someone, Nana!!” Keisuke declared as he growled out, radiating menacing energy from his body.

“Huh?” I asked in confusion, concerned as I watched him literally burn in rage and fury.

And just then as we walked down the path, we noticed three individuals on the walkway. One of them was unfamiliar to us but the other two were someone we knew. Mantaro Suno and Gen Kokubunji – they were the imposters who were impersonating Manjiro and Draken, pretending to be them, and trying to exploit their names. Keisuke heard about them a few weeks ago and even tried to catch them but failed that one time.

“Those guys… They are the impostors from the other day!” Keisuke scowled, recognizing the imposters, getting ever more furious. “For real! Last time they got away and I couldn’t catch them!”

I noticed the imposters were all beaten and bruised up, kneeling on the ground while the other unknown individual was bossing them around while typing something on his cell phone.

“Come on you guys! hurry up and-” The unknown guy was talking to the imposters when he suddenly noticed our presence. “Huh? The fuck's up with you? Scram! I’m busy disciplining my slaves-“

But the guy didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Keisuke threw a powerful punch in his face and knocked him out cold immediately. And as soon as the guy fell unconscious on the ground, the imposters stood up and came up to us.

“Huh?! You are Baji-san?! Why are you helping us?” they asked him in confusion.

“I was drowsy, so I just punched him in the face, you stupid son of a bitch.” Keisuke snarled out in a threatening tone. “You two want a piece of the action too, huh?”

“Keisuke, you actually punched the wrong guy here.” I calmly pointed out.

Keisuke’s original plan was to beat the crap out of the imposters but in the end, due to his own anger and drowsiness, he ended up punching the other unknown guy by mistake.

“No. he was right in front of me…” Keisuke countered back tiredly before realizing his mistake. “Well, yeah, but… I feel so much better after I punched one of them. I’m so ready for tomorrow’s exam. Let’s go, Nana.”

And with that, Keisuke took my hand and started to walk away from the scene with me, leaving the imposters shocked and confused while the other guy unconscious on the ground. 

Keisuke’s a bit messed up in the head…

But… it’s okay, I guess…?

But it seemed like the punching technique did kinda worked its miracles and Keisuke ended up passing all his makeup tests the next day.

“Way to go!! I passed!!” Keisuke cheered happily after that evil teacher gave back the exam sheets.

“Yeh!! You passed!!” I cheered as well, throwing my arms around Keisuke, and hugging him.

Meanwhile, at the corner, the evil teacher shivered with a distressed look on his face while he held the exam sheets in his hands, still finding it unbelievable that Keisuke had actually passed the makeup exam.

Sucks to be him, I guess… 

If you wanna read the whole fanfic, then pls check it out on Quotev and Wattpad -

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[vineofroses]

On makeup and gender expression

I've never been a huge wearer of makeup. If i ever did wear makeup growing up, it was because I thought I had to as a young teenage girl. but even then, I would barely put anything on. For awhile, all I would put on was mascara, but eventually stopped doing even that.

I hated the feeling of things on my face. I also did not have the patience to make the makeup look good. Every time I tried eyeliner, I would get upset at it because it didn't look as good as other people's makeup. In college, my friends would also try to get me to wear make-up and I would usually decline but sometimes I would let them do my makeup. But I always felt weird about it because I always felt like someone else when I had it on. I think part of that was because I was ashamed they had to do my make-up because I didn't really know how to. An early twenties college girl not knowing how to do make-up was weird -- at least, that's how I saw it, anyway. Which is why I largely stuck to just mascara so I at least had something. Soon after college, I went fully without make-up.

When I dated someone for the first time at 23, he pointed how he noticed that I didn't wear makeup. At first, I was glad he noticed, because there was also an element of "i'm not like other girls" syndrome rolling around in my head. He complimented my "natural beauty" then in the same sentence said I should try wearing make-up sometimes because he would like to see it. This was a week into just talking to each other. he did not last very long after that.

Since then, I've stayed clear of make-up.

But.

A month ago, I put together this dark, Halloween type outfit for work, and when I looked in the mirror right before I went out the door, I had a thought that I hadn't in years, if ever. "This outfit would look good with dark eye make-up," I said, out loud to myself and to my dog, who didn't care.

Luckily, I had some eyeliner and mascara on hand for some reason, so I put it on. I don't know if it's just because it's been years and I've grown up a lot but when I put it on I wasn't all that worried about not doing it exactly right. And I was right — the outfit did look good with the dark eye make-up.

I've been wearing eyeliner, mascara, and even eyeshadow for the past few weeks now. I'm having fun with it. I bought lipstick today, too.

My point for this post is to celebrate that experimentation doesn't just have to happen in high school or college. How we express our gender identity shouldn't be an issue for anyone, regardless if you're cis, transgender, or nonbinary. Learning how to express your gender can happen at literally anytime in your life. For some reason, my younger self just didn't like wearing make-up, and that should be allowed to be okay. Because when someone does decide to switch things up dramatically about how they look, it's on their own terms.

I've gotten a lot of compliments at work about my eye makeup. I've loved getting those compliments especially since I used to be so concerned about my ability to make it look good, but I'm also trying really hard not to take it as "you look better with makeup on." It's a delicate thing to balance, but ultimately I'm just excited to keep trying different looks. I never had the confidence to experiment in this way. I'm so glad I found it, and that the years have allowed me some ability to not give a fuck anymore.

#makeup #beauty #beauty standards #gender expression #my bank account does not love this journey though #if you have tips or tricks please tell me

[dearfuturehusbandblog]

Today's The Day Ok, A Day. Today is "A" Day.

Dear Future Husband,

I haven't discussed this at all, but my cousin is getting married today. He's Reform. And she's... well, she thinks she's Jewish....

They met on a Jewish dating app (which I was shocked to hear because I didn't think religion really meant anything to him at all ever) before she converted. So... as a non-Jew... she was on a Jewish dating app. I didn't realize that was an option.

She grew up kind of in the middle of nowhere with no Jews around and yet something inside of her said she needed to be Jewish, so she set off on her own path to Judaism and although she was like a year away from actually converting, she was seeking a Jewish guy to marry.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Well, sof sof, they dated, they fell in love, she converted reform (which seems relatively meaningless to me, but ok), they got legally married a while ago and moved in together, but the party and "religious" wedding is today.

Unfortunately, he's technically a cohen, so even if she did convert properly, he still wouldn't be allowed to marry her. But I don't think any of that matters to either of them, so... yeah.

It's fun when you try so hard to do things right and follow the Torah and life keeps smacking you down, all the while, those who couldn't care less are out there living happy lives.

Half my family (I'm talking about the religious ones here) are pissed and up in arms about us supporting an intermarriage, the other half is just kind of like 'you can't live anyone's lives for them, nothing we say will make a difference, we're going for shalom bayis with the family, just leave it at that.'

I'm somewhere in between.

But it's my mom's family and she hates dealing with her family because she's always been the odd man out amongst them all and she feels like they're constantly critical of her life. None of that is untrue, but when she's stressed out, everything goes to hell.

As if I didn't already have enough problems with her, she's been amping herself up about this wedding and it's driving me to drink. Well, if I could drink.

Someone texted her last week "pictures are at 4" or whatever and although we all had a discussion that we wouldn't be there until later because BigSis has to work, MotherLivelyHeart refused to respond with that information. So all of Shabbos she was stressing herself and us out with "they're always so mad when I'm late and now we're going to be late" and I was like "if you had told them a week ago when they messaged about it, you wouldn't have to stress about tomorrow because they'd already know it was a pre-set thing and not that we're just running late or trying to avoid pictures."

But of course she couldn't hear it. Because she's her. And it's just exhausting.

I still have no idea what I'm wearing, so I should probably figure that out...

What does one wear to a religious ceremony of an irreligious family? Most of my wardrobe looks like it walked out of the 2004 winter collection for Haute Topic, if that were a thing. I have a few florals, but most of them are white and apparently that's a huge no-no for most weddings, even though the florals are quite prominent and the white is just a background, but whatever.

I also dread being in pictures, so this is going to be fun.

I have these first two and then a lace dress similar to the third that's kind of a brighter teal shade:

So, those are options. But it's supposed to be like 100 degrees and all three need skirts underneath as well as shells, so that's a lot of layers for hot weather. I also have to make sure the shell that matches the dresses is clean...

I probably should have done this a week+ ago, but I kept hoping I'd get sick or something and just wouldn't have to go.

I also have to deal with my hair (which I absolutely hate) and my makeup, which I'm just not in the mood for. And then the wedding location is like two hours away, so it's like half a day of driving and prep for a wedding that probably won't even have any kosher food for us and I doubt we'll be there for more than just the ceremony.

Isn't family just so fun!?

On a brighter note, the a/c was finally replaced on Friday. I meant to do an update last week but got sidetracked and that draft is now moot. But anywho, they came on Monday and the replacement part for the replacement part didn't work either because apparently the unit had some kind of short in it and it was causing all the compressors to fail. So they told us on Thursday that they'd be here Friday with a whole new unit. And chasdei Hashem, so far it's working!

On the downside, this of course means that MotherLivelyHeart and BigSis have it set really low and the entire apartment is now an icebox, because I have no say in how much it's run despite me being the one who pays the electric bill. Because even when things go right they suck.

Anywho, I'm off to raid my own closet and see what's actually summer appropriate and wearable to this sham of a religious wedding that I have no choice but to attend for shalom bayis. Fun.

-LivelyHeart

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Update:

I can't find my layering skirt for the first two dresses. The only ones I can find are black or bright white. Yikes. And I found another floral dress that's all pretty and roses but I don't have a shell the right color to go with it, which is probably why I have yet to wear it anywhere....

Undone by my own lack of proper planning. Is anyone really that surprised? It's also 8am and I haven't gone to sleep yet, so.... yeah, today's gonna' suck.

Update 2, after the wedding:

I ended up going with the first dress. It was technically long enough to wear without a layering skirt but I still wore a black pencil skirt underneath, just in case my knees were visible when I sat. Although the only sitting was during the ceremony and the chairs were so close together my knees wouldn't have been visible to anyone anyway. But, better safe than sorry! I sat in the little bit of shade that existed in the seating, so I hit homeostasis pretty quickly and despite wearing so many layers, I didn't sweat all that much in the almost 100° F weather, chasdei Hashem.

#jumblr #frumblr #shidduch #frum #jewish dating #orthodox #shadchanim #shidduchim #jewish #shadchan #dating #shidduch dating #i am the shidduch crisis

[post-office-by-the-bay]

dearest covey,

how is life by the sea treating you? i hope the salty air and wet sand are making you feel at home.

no, but in all seriousness, i love the new blog! this must have taken so long to make! the idea is so cute, too, the vibes are immaculate. I feel like i'm actually at the seaside.

i know i haven't sent a letter in for a while, and i'm sorry, it's just been a super hectic week. i went to visit my grandparents this weekend, and they don't have internet at their cottage, so i wasn't able to access tumblr, but i did manage to finish an essay that has been stressing me out this past week, and i'm really proud of it! in othwe news, i went thrifting on friday, and found the CUTEST white maxi skirt, plus some pretty pajama shorts with blue flowers. i also got some makeup from the mall, including some nice blush/highlighter, and some lip oil. my little brother (5th grade) came third place in a district-wide chess tournament, which makes me a little worried about him getting bullied, but i'm still proud of him lol. seriously, though, that kid is scary smart. he's definitely the favourite child. (joking, I hope). do you have siblings? i have two younger ones, my brother and my sister, and while they can be a pain in the butt and hog the nintendo switch, i'd still die for them any day.

i'm thinking about converting the radio station to a flower shop, if only because there's better inspiration pics on pinterest and i'm not extroverted enough to be a dj lol.

that's all i really have to say, but I hope you life has been good recently!

love from way up in canada, flora. 💐

to my best girl flora,

the salty air is amazing, but compares nothing to sitting in your flower shop with you by my side!!

(squealing- we're so cutesy, you and i!)

no worries about the time between letters. i'll always wait for all of you!! i actually spent my weekend by the beach but i had the worst goddamn cell service like fr not a single bar in sight- pissing me off lmao. congrats on finishing that essay tho!! i FINALLY found time to talk to my ap gov teacher and she was a massive help with my FRQ4 (essay answer, basically) bc ya girl was STRUGGLING. also, i loveeeee when i have a good thrift. i found the cutest tank top the other day but it's been too gloomy to wear as of late.

also, about your brother, TELL HIM CONGRATS FOR ME!! my school is kinda strange bc we're also having chess competitions rn but they are actually hyped up more than football games. everyone who competes is actually so cool and well loved, so just let him know that cool people play chess too!!

i've got an older sister who's pretty cool. but...tbh, i think in every single other universe, im the older sister (lemme explain-). she's got really bad anxiety so my parents have always kinda babied her and there have never really been any expectations put on her, so they were all kinda put on me. i've gotten really good at lying to take the blame for things that she did bc her anxiety and mental issues would just make my parents reaction worse so i just take the blame bc she's my sister. of course im gonna look out for her, ya know??? she also went through a weird phase of wishing i didn't exist to my face when i was like eight BUT she's gone to therapy and apologize for that so we good!! i truly do love her but i know im her protector, not the other way around!! which is chill, ya know!

ANYWAYS MOVING ON FROM THE KINDA TRUAMA DUMP- i think a floral shop would be so so cute!! and while i LOVE the dj theme, i think it's kinda hard but the floral shop will be so much easier and wayyy easier to find pics for too!!

all my love from da beach,

covey 𐙚⊹ ࣪ ˖

#hey this is your captain speaking ₊✩‧｡⋆𐙚 𓆝 #bosun flora ࿐༉༉

[akkpipitphattana]

tell me about he/she ayan

i was hoping someone that had actually finished the show would ask me 🙄 but if you're the only one who will, i'mma take what i'm given

so aye talks about how when he was first realizing he was gay, it was hard for him too, and it's easy to assume that the reason dika took him to the cafe for all the first time was after aye first came out to him, but despite that aye kind of gives the energy of someone that has just always knew they were gay, which i feel like doesn't necessarily contradict what canon tells us. i feel like he's always had an inkling, especially because he's always had dika, but because he always had dika, there had to be a time when he realized that being gay wasn't widely accepted, especially in thailand, so i kind of feel like that's what he meant when he talked about it being hard for him. and then when he did come to terms with that and understand it, that's when he came out to dika and dika took him to cafe for all etc etc

anyways, despite that, i feel like aye never looked too closely at her gender. like we all know aye is a very pretty man, so i'm sure she was told her whole life that kind of thing and while most men would take offense, she always liked it and just never questioned why. that is until she goes to cafe for all and meets p'golf

because p'golf is played by the director, who is trans non-binary, it's easy to assume the in-universe p'golf is also trans non-binary, so going to cafe for all and meeting them allowed aye to start to understand there were other options beyond being cis or even binary trans

however, he didn't exactly have a chance to think about it a whole lot because dika died and then he put his whole focus into finding out what happened to him. so, he put the gender crisis on the back burner (we've all been there)

so, i think when she really started to think about it was post-canon, probably even post os2 eps bc i think those only happen a few weeks after the end of the show, so after they officially lay dika to rest.

now in thai, it doesn't seem like they have gendered pronouns in the same way that we do, but they DO have pronouns based on your gender when speaking to someone else apparently? don't quote me on this i did some very minor googling, and i do know they have other gendered words like hia/je, etc etc. but basically whatever the thai equivalent of using he/she pronouns in english is, i think she'd consider experimenting with before eventually realizing she's genderfluid

she'd bring it up with akk first, and while i'd love to say akk would be 100% loving and supportive and i'm not saying he WOULDN'T be, i also think he'd be confused tbh JDHJDF like he's only been to cafe for all a handful of times and while he knows p'golf and that they’re non-binary, i feel like he still doesn't know enough about the whole gender spectrum to understand fully. i also feel like he'd get a little tripped up on the she part because it took akk so long to be comfortable with the idea of being gay and aye is definitely his soulmate, but aye? wants to be referred to like a girl? does that make him NOT gay? but basically it'd be a conversation, and by the end of it once akk understands better and knows that aye being genderfluid doesn't effect his sexuality at all, he'd be fully on board and supportive and refer to aye however she wants to be referred to

the others are also a little confused at first, but they catch on pretty quickly. especially when aye starts experimenting with presentation, starting to wear makeup and occasionally dresses or skirts. akk nearly passes out the first time he sees her in a mini skirt that exposes her thigh tattoo and aye saves that in the back of her mind for later

#this got longer than i expected it to be but KJFHDKJF he/she aye started as a joke but has become very special to me #i love silly lil headcanons like this #the eclipse #ayan sukkhapisit #asks #logan 🛸

[kiebs-creative-corner]

Tattoos

Story: Six of Powers

Genre: General

Characters: Mari, Jun, Trisha

A short I wrote to get a feel for Mari, Jun, and Trisha's personalities. Also because tattoos are cool.

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"Huh?" Mari was staring, but she honestly couldn't be blamed for it. Because, with what she knew, what she was seeing didn't make sense. 

The day was warm, a late season heatwave that was just warm enough for t-shirts and jeans and no jackets. Seeing as Mari had moved to City in September, right when it was starting to cool off, she hadn't really seen Jun in t-shirts. At least, not ones as tight as the v-neck he had on, whose sleeves reached just barely to the middle of his bicep. The middle of his bicep where half of a black scaly tail peeked out. 

Now, Mari didn't have much if any memories of their time at the Facility, but she had learned fairly quickly that Jun was virtually invulnerable. He had purposely ruined a steak knife to show her how only her claws and teeth could break his skin. So she was aware that things like needles should shatter if pressed too strongly. 

And yet, that could only be a tattoo on his bicep, unless it was one of those fancy temporary tattoos that lasted like a week.

"Stare any harder and he might just combust," Trisha drawled, examining her freshly done manicure. 

Mari whipped her head around. She opened her mouth, unsure what she was going to say, when a lower voice cut her off. 

"Trisha," Jun scolded, but there was a slight twitch to his lips when Mari looked back at him. It made her stomach flutter. 

"I'm only worried that maybe our dear Mari developed heat ray vision or something," Trisha huffed, but it poorly disguised her own little smirk. "Not that I don't think you don't mind the attention, Junie."

"Shut up." Jun rolled his eyes, but he no longer met Mari's gaze. 

Something in her chest didn't like that. Which Mari refused to examine at this very moment because she would then get distracted and upset that she couldn't remember whatever it was that made her hate when Jun wasn't paying attention to her. She also refused to acknowledge there might just be a simpler reason for that. There were more important matters at hand. 

Mari cleared her throat.

"If I may ask," she began, ignoring Trisha's "No" and Jun's "Anything", "do you have a tattoo?"

Jun blinked before he turned to show his left shoulder. Rolling up his sleeve revealed the rest of said tattoo: a black snake that wrapped twice around his bicep with its head resting just under the ball of his joint. 

Her wild was dismayed that it wasn't a dragon. 

"I got it back when I was twenty-three," he explained and left the sleeve rolled up. Like an invitation to touch it. Which Mari resisted despite her desires.

"We got them together," Trisha added. 

"You have one too?"

"Mm, on my back." She sipped her drink. "And I'm not wearing the right top to show you."

"It's a spider web, between her shoulder blades," Jun explained when Trisha made no move to say more. 

"Ah, I see," Mari murmured, not fully understanding the meaning behind either tattoo. It wasn't like Jun was born in the Year of the Snake or Trisha was a black widow or anything. But that wasn't actually her question. "...how, though?"

"With a needle." Trisha's tone alone said the unspoken "duh". 

Mari gave her her most unimpressed look. "I'm an amnesiac, not dumb, Patricia. I mean, how did Jun get a tattoo?"

Trisha immediately looked a little guilty. Her mouth twisted. 

"Ah, it was...a special needle," Jun reluctantly said. He was staring at Mari with a mildly grim look on his face. "...back in the Facility when the scientists found out your claws could cut me, they took a sample of the chemical makeup to replicate for tools that could work on me. They really only managed to make needles, but the data was still in the hard drives."

"Since my father's company scavenged all the data they could, Company got those files so we could fabricate more," Trisha continued. "Once I took over, we did it to make, well, a tattooing needle and a piercing gun tip."

Mari had covered her mouth and gave them a long look. 

On one hand, she hated that the Facility had had files on something that could bring Jun harm. More than just needles, if he had ever rebelled before the six of them had, the Facility could have made weapons to kill him. And Trisha kept those files instead of deleting them. On the other hand, she hadn't done anything besides make essentially nonlethal equipment, which allowed Jun experiences that someone without his invulnerability could have. It was honestly very sweet of her. 

"Your ears are pierced? I thought they were clip-ons," Mari remarked with a growing smile. "I will admit, that wasn't exactly what I expected."

"You're not...upset?" Jun asked as he ventured closer. 

"Well, there's not much I can do about it," she said. "Besides, if it helped you feel normal, I can't really fault either of you."

He blew out a deep sigh. "I thought you'd be angry."

"Like I said, there isn't anything I can do about it," she insisted. "As long as there hasn't been anything made that can hurt you."

"No, any blueprints other than needles i got rid of," Trisha declared. Her eyes flashed. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt us again."

"Then there isn't any reason for me to be angry," Mari said. She smiled up at Jun and privately marveled at the surprise on his face. "I'm a little disappointed it's not a dragon, though."

He huffed a laugh. 

"I thought that might be a bit on the nose," he remarked, leaning closer to her. "Y'know, being second gen and all."

"Mm, yes. You have a point," she agreed. "And the snake is...?"

A shadow fell over his smile, the warm amusement turned cold. He didn't move, but the spark had gone from his eyes.

"Thought it was cool," he answered finally. 

Mari thought it sounded like a lie.

#six of powers #my writing #drabble #short #mari muñiz #jun liu #trisha ramone #said I would post gen bios about the characters next #i lied #2023

[atlas-thorn]

June flowers

photo credits to films news feed

summary: Loki is in love with June, but in pushing her away is incredibly cruel, and when finally confronted, he breaks down. She chooses Bucky who also loves her. 

authors note: this is angsty as hell, sorry in advance

warnings: angst, bullying, violence, abuse mentions, happy-ish ending.

pairing: bucky X oc

word count: 7500+

It was a beautiful morning when I awoke. The sun was filtering in the blinds at an angle that left lines of light on the wall. Everything was sore, a large bruise sweated on my side. It was an ugly blue, still in its beginning stages. The mission was a sucsess overall, but fuck I never wanted to scream more than when that super soilder punched me so hard I went flying. Bucky was there in an instant and the man had been punched back twice as hard. 

  I was sure at least two ribs were cracked. I hadn’t gone to the med bay yet, loki was there and I didn’t want to have to deal with it. I didn’t want any of those rude comments or snide remarks, I’d rather deal with a few broken ribs for a little while longer than be called names. He hated me, it was so obvious that he hated me. I wasn’t sure why, at first I thought it was an off day, but he really did. And that hurt. 

  Kindness doesn’t come easy, but it’s something I had always tried to show, even when he was mean to me for weeks, I still gave him my kindness, I still sometimes do. I don’t go out of my way to do it, but if there is something little and simple, I’ll do it. The other avengers get a little bit more kindness than him, especially bucky, the man who was slowly worming his way into my heart. 

  It was a little bit soul crushing the way Loki treated me, as if I was a worm. And as much as I’d love to say it didn’t affect me, it was starting to get to me. The way my stomach looked like ‘I had eaten too much cake’ the scar on my face ‘made me look like I'd been mauled by a bear’ even though I’d finally been more confident about it. 

  Bucky had helped me become more confident. His compliments and gentle smiles are reserved for me.

  The deep red line that disfigured my face, it was jagged and ugly, light a lightning bolt from my left temple, across my eye then my nose, stopping right after my cheekbone. It was like a shallow ravine, and depending on the season it could go from a white line to an ugly pink. The cold always made it pinker, and when I went into the war,from outside it would turn pink for ages. When I was ill it was easy to tell because it would become pink. Sometimes it would get incredibly inflamed.

  I wish it had healed better, but sometimes you have to roll with the punches. I sometimes covered it up with a bit of makeup but even that wouldn't help sometimes. For a while I just wore a mask, but it rubbed the scar raw more than once. I wish i had my powers before it happened, maybe i could have stopped it. But realistically I know I couldn't have. Hydra had not been kind to me. But they had given me fight and power. I could bend and use light as a weapon, as well as control plants to an extent, but that was a later discovery. One id only figured out during a fight where I'd been injured and vines wrapped around the man and tore him in two. I didn't mean to. I promise I didn't. 

  I groaned as i rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. I let out a cough which only hurt more. I was wearing my colorful pajamas, and as much as I would have liked to change that was just unrealistic. So i left my room without bothering with anything. The kitchen was my first destination. I had hoped that the area would be empty but my hopes were quickly quenched as i heard voices. At least three. My head pounded too hard to really tell them apart so i just walked in. Thor, steve, toni, loki and nat were seated on the sofa area chatting away. I greeted them quietly and opened a pre-made breakfast I'd made a few days before. Meal prep sucked but i liked to not have to cook as much in the week. 

  Nat stood and came to sit next to me at the kitchen island. “You doing ok? You took a hard hit” she asked tentatively “and you are a lot quieter than usual, and later up” as usual nothing slipped past her.

  I nodded tensely “hurts to talk, breathe, and do pretty much anything” I replied and let my head hit the marble counter, loving the cooling feeling. “I didn't want to go to the med bay last night but I'll go after I've eaten” my next sentence was to cut off my coughing. It was so violent I was nearly crying, and then there was blood, only a bit but it was certainly enough to catch nats attention.

  “Shit” she yelled out, causing everyone to rush over. Even Loki looked concerned, it was odd. I waved them off and stood, still coughing a bit.

  “I'm fine” I wheezed out.

  “You're clearly not,” Loki snarled. He was right but i shot him a venomous look that sent him back a few steps. Without any warning steve scooped me up. I groaned and nearly punched him. He jogged along quickly.

  “I could have just walked,” I bantered as the coughing stopped. “My legs are fine” I smiled at him and he looked at me. A hint of anger crossed his eyes.

  “You should have gone last night” he chastised. “You're clearly hurt and I should have made you go” I rolled my eyes at this as we finally entered the med bay. Dr Cho was there and ready, as if this was the biggest emergency in the world. “You really should have gone when we got back from germany” i gave him a sharp look. 

  “Fuck you” i replied as he sat me down. His stunned silence made me laugh. I don't think i'd ever said that to anyone, but the laughing brought the coughing and a little bit more blood. I prided myself on being kind so there was clearly something wrong. Nat walked in and rushed over to me as DR cho looked over me.

  “There is something really wrong with her Dr cho” Steve said, his face betraying his worry. “I dont think shes ever been mean in her life” his joke landed on deaf ears as i groaned. 

  Nat looked at us both musically “she was mean?” she asked, confused as hell. Not knowing you to be one to say anything unkind.

  He pointed an accusatory at me “she told me to fuck off” he jested, nats eyes widdened. Cussing was not something I did. 

  “Probably deserved it '' came tony's voice from behind “whats up, i heard our sunflower wasn't doing too hot” the endearing nickname didn't hide his worry. There was something clearly very wrong if I said something like that. Bucky came rushing in and stumbling next to me and clasping my hand, much to doctor Chos unhappiness as she continued to scan me. 

  Dr cho injected something into me and i felt the pain ebb. I looked up at the trio and glared. They all looked cautious. “Nothing is too wrong, some of the bruising reached the lungs and burst a few capillaries, the coughing is just causing more blood to come out. Isn't much I can do, and there isn't much blood, she will be fine with some bed rest, she's got nanites injected so it should take 3 days to be for the most part ok, 7 to be completely healed” she announced. A sigh echoed around the room as they all looked relieved. I closed my eyes.

  “Sunshine” Bucky whispered. I looked at him, annoyed as hell about all of this. “You're gonna be ok” I looked at him as if he had grown three heads. 

  “I have cracked ribs not hearing loss” i sassed, toni laughed and shook his head “i could have done this all on my own you know? No need to go out your way ``I sighed as the pain went away more and more. They were all still a little weary. 

  It was all their turn to look at me as if I had another head “as if you wouldn't do this for any of us in a moment '' Tony rolled his eyes. I was getting into a bad mood very quickly. Normally if I felt myself getting into a mood I would retreat to the garden and calm myself off, but here I was, stuck with multiple idiots doting on me. I felt bad the second the thought came around. They were just trying to help and I was moody as hell. Being in pain simply wasn't fun.  “Plus we had to make sure our sunflour was ok” this made me smile a bit, and they all let some tension go.

  “You’re my gal June, you know I had to come” that made me roll my eyes. But it made my heart skip a beat in a beautiful way. He really was worming his way in. 

  “Can i go back to my room yet?” i asked. Dr cho nodded and i pushed myself off the bed. Before i could go anywhere Bucky scooped me up again. I glared at him, but at least this time it didn't hurt as much “buck i swear if any of you pick me up again without asking we're going to have issues” his eyes widened and he nodded quickly. The others again, were stunned “i'm in a shit mood ok? sorry” that sent tony into a spiral of laughter as Bucky gently carried me bridal style out the room. Thor, loki and peter stood awkwardly outside. My impulse control went out the window for a moment as i flipped them off. Peters eyes widened, thor took a scared step back and loki simply stared. “I'm not a spectacle” I called out as Steve kept on walking.

  “She's in a bad mood. '' Toni announced, “Write this day down in the history books boys because that has never happened before” I rolled my eyes as we took a few more twists and turns. Bucky's eyes looked worriedly at me. I reached up and patted his head like I had done so many times before and smiled a little kind smile.

  “Sorry Bucky bee” I whispered as we got to my door. He shook his head and laughed. It was an odd feeling “i know you're trying to help and that wasn't nice of me” 

  “Here you are, with internal bleeding, cracked ribs and you're apologizing for being in a bad mood? This is the first time you've been really hurt in forever, i don't blame you” we entered my room and he laid me out gently. “Apology accepted ONLY if you actually follow the doctors orders” I groaned as he watched me “sunshine you know you're family to all of us, we're just worried” I rolled my eyes, feeling a bit hurt “you’re our sunshine, we have to protect you” this annoyed me. I was 23, not 12. But I bit my tongue and just allowed the good in what he said to get through. He held his breath for a few seconds. He was so close to me, I thought he might kiss me“Tell Friday if you need me” and with that he was out the door. I groaned and looked at the ceiling. It wasn’t as if you were head over heels for the Sargent, but it was slowly getting there.

  I scowled and just lay there. “Friday please play the music i like” the familiar tunes started. Tony had many times told me ‘you don't need to be nice on friday. She doesn't have emotions’ but it felt right to say please and thank you to her. 

The next three days were a blur of everyone checking in and looking after me. It didn't bother me as much as the fact that loki came in to make jabs at me. I threw my lamp at him, which shut him up and he had not visited since. He was really starting to make me hate myself again. I felt heavy and depressed. My mood hasn't really gotten better; everyone was trying their best to cheer me up, but it wasn't working well, the only one who could manage to cheer me up was Bucky. He brought books to read and would let me rest my head on his lap, he even rubbed my head gently. It was lovely. At one point I had fallen asleep with him sat there, and when I woke up, he had maneuvered himself so that he too could rest. When he woke he blushed and apologized leaving quickly. It was sweet. 

But I was stuck in this stupid bed, it was at least the last day of it. And as Friday announced my imprisonment was over I jumped out of bed and threw one some clothes and went to my garden. It was a fast walk, an attempt at running proved I wasn’t as healed as I hoped but I was there quickly enough. I collapsed to the ground and hugged the earth. The plants spoke to me, and comforted me. My mood improved but I still was feeling agitated, so I let myself lay in the sun, soaking up her rays as I let the earth and sun heal me. Bucky loved it here too, and sometimes if he was lucky I’d make some plants especially for him. But who was I kidding, I would do it even if he wasn’t lucky. 

  The garden wasn’t large, but nonetheless I was grateful for this little bit of heaven outside the avengers compound. It stood out starkly from the area around it, and it was a place most of the group liked to go to relax. It was a safe space for most of us. I let my hold on my power go and just let myself emit a glow, and let the grass around me grow taller and taller. It would have been a strange sight to see. It took an effort to be able to leash it at all times, and if for a while I didn’t get to let it out, it started to ache. I reigned all my power in and put a cork on the bottle. It was nice. That changed quickly as I felt footsteps along the ground. I sat up from my cradle of grass expecting to see Bucky and found Loki looking at me pointedly. 

  “What” I snapped. He was taken aback. The only other time I’d spoken to him like that was when a lamp met its untimely end. Bucky had cleaned it up, the total sweetie. 

  “You look stupid” he snarled. My chest clenched tightly as I lay back down onto the now overgrown grass. “Maybe do some work instead of being lazy” he chided. Tears Pricked my eyes so I turned onto my side and curled up. I’d rather look stupid than look weak. “Gods why do we put up with you”

  He walked closer To me. A sob broke from my lip. I couldn’t control it. I lifted my arm up and bushes started to grow quickly around me, and then the vines and grass followed. I grew a tree around me, and wrapped myself in its roots. I was done with all this. There were so many layers between us I couldn’t really make out his shouts. But I didn’t care. I just laid there and cried, glowing like a firefly. My ribs hurt badly. I felt him tearing at the outsides but I simply wrapped myself tighter in roots till I was essentially in a tree trunk of a great oak. My light lit up the beautiful insides but my eyes could barely see a blur. I pushed myself up and clutched my legs close. I let out a scream of anger and slammed my head back into the tree. Once, twice, three times till my head was swimming so badly I couldn’t hit it again. I clawed at my skin which felt like it was on fire. As if ants had crawled under my skin. That phrase was one used many times in my childhood. It was used when they slashed up my face so that I could never leave them. I clutched fistfuls of my hair and tugged at it. There was thumping outside the tree, there were at least 6 people. I kept the tree strong. Three days worth of not using my powers once made it easy to maintain. The well was full. 

  I slammed my fists into the bark and watched as my knuckles bled. All I could think about was his hands on me. The man who gave me the scar. I let out another yell and kicked out. Slamming into everything around me. His eyes haunted me. A deep brown that I could never unsee. And then It was as if I was paralyzed. Watching me getting my scar from an outside view. I watched as he doused me in water, I was already shivering. The carved across my face, mt trying to struggle away from him. My plants were failing. I couldn’t concentrate. And then there was a small hole. It got bigger and bigger as an ax hacked away at it. I watched as Bucky's face appeared. I shrunk away from him. He moved back and hacked away some more. I didn’t try to grow it back. I didn’t have a chance. He was here. I knew he was here for me. This time to take out my eye like he promised if I ever tried to leave again.

  When the hole was big enough Bucky scooped me out and pulled me close. My team was standing around me as I hyperventilated. All looks of pity in their eyes. I tried to get away from Bucky but his arm held fast. Tony checked out my wounds as I struggled. Bucky whispered sweet words in my ear. “You’re safe” he murmured. He kept me close until I was no longer having the panic attack. I hadn’t had one in well over a year. My chest hurt so badly. I whimpered as Bucky stood and curled in closer to him. He draped his jacket over me, I looked at the faces around me. 

  Loki stood there looking devastated and with a bruise forming on his cheek. I looked at him dead eyed. He opened his mouth burns punch from nat shut him up “shut the fuck up, don’t speak to her again” he was splayed out on the ground as Bucky started to move. The team followed close behind. The vibranium arm I had come to find so beautiful cradled me close. As if I could break at any second. I looked up at Bucky, and caught him glancing down at me. I stared through him. 

  I felt myself being placed down. I didn’t move, I didn’t struggle, I simply let myself disassociate. I knew there were things happening around me, but nothing registered.

  I felt someone shake me gently and turned to stare at Toby holding a plate with various fruits. My senses came back and I realized I was on my favorite portion of the sofa, a blanket wrapped around me bucky holding me close. I shifted a bit and took the plate with a small smile. “Thank you,”I whispered. Tony's eyes lit up as he patted my head. 

  “Can’t let our little sunflower be hungry” I smiled a little wider as I ate a slice of apple. Bucky rubbed my back gently. “Are you ok?” he asked. I nodded gently and sighed. 

  “Feeling better than 5 minutes ago” I responded “honestly I’m not feeling too great”

  Bucky pulled me in closer and I let my head rest on his chest. “Want to talk about it doll” he whispered. I shook my head. Tony walked away, leaving me and Bucky together. I turned and looked at him, tears stinging my eyes as I placed the plate down and buried my face into his neck. “It’s ok sunshine, let it all out” he soothed. I just sat there and let myself cry. 

  “He used to always say those sorts of things,” I whispered. Bucky tensed up for a moment. I’d discussed most of my past with him. He ran his fingers through my hair and cradled me close. “And when Loki said it, it was like he was there. My body felt like it had ants under my skin biting me” he hummed and continued to untangle my hair. “I was there, I was being tortured again by him.”

  “I’ll never understand how a father could ever do that to his child,” Bucky muttered. I just shoot my head. “I want my child to grow up loved” I nodded at that. “I want them to have a beautiful mother who loves them, and is kind, someone like you” I lifted my face from his neck and looked at him. “You deserved so much more” I gave him a tender smile and scooted off him a bit. He whined and tried to pull me closer but I rearranged myself so I could lay my head in his lap and look up at him. 

  “I’m trying to make myself believe I deserved better but it’s hard” I admitted. His brows furrowed. He grabbed a slice of mango this time and held it to my mouth. I ate it gratefully “I still have nightmares, you know that” he did. Many a night was spent in the living room playing board games or reading with him after we had woken up. Sometimes I was alone doing it, sometimes he was. I had told him about a few of them. “Sometimes they leak into my days” he nodded and started to trace little patterns on my arm. 

  “I know the feeling” he replied. “I hope someday you see yourself how I see you” I smiled and reached out to hold his hand.

  “And how do you see me?” I teased, not expecting a response, but his eyes got serious. 

  “You are stunning, the way you smile and it lights up the room. You do all sorts of little things for people even if they don’t notice” I looked at him incredulously “it’s pretty obvious you’re the reason why all my favorite midnight foods are always stacked up, and I know you’re the one who leaves the little care packages for all of us when we’re struggling” my face heated up and I covered most of it with my hands. He gently peeled them away and looked me in the eyes. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met” I smiled at him. My heart is humming happily. “I-“ he hesitated. I looked at him and placed my hand on his cheek, running my fingers across his cheekbone. We had moments like this before but none this tender and vulnerable. 

  “I think I’m in love with you” I blurted out all of a sudden. His eyes grew wide as he held me a little closer. “You don’t have to say anything, or even feel the same, but you are so precious to me” his smile lit up the room as he leaned down and gently kissed me. 

  “You took the words right out my mouth” he jested. I lit up as he pulled me into a seated position so I was semi straddling me. He took my chin and gently moved it so I was looking him in the eyes. “You are so stunning” he whispered and kissed my cheek. My cheeks stung with heat. “You are so kind” he kissed my other cheek “and I’m in love with you” he gave me one final peck on the cheek before pulling me in right. I sighed happily and let myself be bundled up. “I trust you,” he murmured. I was honored. 

  “I trust you” I replied and nuzzled his neck. I didn’t notice loki watching us. I didn’t notice his tears. And in that moment Loki's heart broke a little. I’m his haste to push you away. He has pushed you into someone else's arms. 

The next few days were spent with Bucky watching carefully over me until I felt no pain. He helped me do everything, including laundry. He rubbed my back and gave me frequent pecks on the lips. The team had noticed instantly and were all congratulating us. Tony threatened bucky, and Steve clapped bucky on the back saying “finally” I smiled a lot more in those days, getting closer and closer to myself. I’d only seen loki in passing and bucky often scared him off with a look. I was grateful to the team for keeping him away from me. I didn't think I'd be able to face him, and I was sure if he made another comment I could rip him in half. There were no missions for me for a bit, all of our schedules were relatively clear. An off season for the bad guys I suppose.

  “Sunshine?” Bucky said as I stood in the kitchen cooking. I hummed happily as he wrapped his arms around me. “You know i could have cooked breakfast for us doll” i rolled my eyes as i placed another pancake on the steadily increasing pile. 

  “Its for all of us silly” i responded. “Plus you were sleeping so sweetly” he slept beside you that night. We were both just happy to cuddle and be close. We had both slept so deeply and soundly. Not a nightmare in sight. Sam walked in and made a fake gagging sound, which earned him a vicious glare from bucky.

  “Shut it sam” he growled burying his face in my hair. I chuckled.

  “I didn't say a thing. '' he responded snidely “sunny are those pancakes?” he asked. Bucky's nostrils flared angrily. “Are you making us all pancakes!?” He let out a squeal as he dashed over to the table. 

  “Yes birdie, I’m making everyone pancakes” I announced. I rolled my eyes and placed one of the big plates filled with pancakes in the center. Sam instantly had 3 and was scoffing them down. “Friday please tell the team there are pancakes” 

  “Yes miss June” Friday responded 

  “Thank you Friday” I replied to her. Sam gave me an odd look. “Oh shush sam you bird” I teased. Tony was the first through the door, he rushed in and sat at the table, dishing out some pancakes to himself, covering them in syrup. “You guys are acting like we’re gonna run out” I commented as bucky joined them. Another pancake was ready for the table. Everyone trailed in slowly, Peter had stayed the night at the compound and came in looking groggy. Last but not least loki. Everyone fell silent as he sat down. As I finished off the batter I took the seat between nat and bucky, loki sitting nearly across from me. 

  “Thanks sunflower,” nat said, nudging me with her arm. I nudged her back and smiled.

  “Thank you miss June ma'am, '' Peter said, and everyone took it as their cue to thank me, all except loki. Thor poked his brother with a scowl.

  He cleared his throat “thanks” I gave him a small smile as we all started to finish up. 

  “Nose goes for dishes, '' Tony shouted. I was not fast enough, Loki and I were last. I gave him a look. “Sorry flower, reindeer, you’re it” I opened and closed my mouth and got up with a huff. Bucky gave Tony a warning look. 

  “No more pancakes for you then tony” tony made puppy eyes and stuck his tongue out. Loki stood and helped with the plates. I didn’t see a word for him as I started to rinse them off. 

  “Can we talk?” Loki asked. I gave him a side eye. The team was filling out, but Bucky stayed, keeping a close eye on us “alone?” He gestures to bucky. I looked over at Bucky and nodded. He stood up and walked by me, kissing me on the forehead briefly.

  “Shout for me if you need me” he declared, glaring at loki. 

  “What?” I asked. 

  “I’m sorry about a few days ago,” Loki said quickly. I looked at him stunned and took a few steps back. 

  “You don’t have to lie to me loki. We all know you don’t like me, you hate me even, and whoever put you up to saying sorry, should know I don’t want it” I looked at him coldly. 

  “I truly am sorry” he whispered, looking at his feet. “I don’t hate you,” he murmured.

  “Really?” I snarled “so all of that was because you like me and don’t hate me? God loki you make me fucking hate myself” I turned away from him and continued on the dishes. “Tell whoever sent you, you said sorry. I May forgive you one day, but don’t for a second thing I will forget” he looked heart broken. 

  “I love you June,” he blurted out. I was so shocked I broke a plate and slashed my hand open. I cussed under my breath and brought my hand out of the water. 

  “Loki, how you treat me isn’t love” I whispered “if you loved me you’d make me feel loved, you make me feel like a worm” I shook my head. 

  His eyes welled up with tears as he watched my hand drip blood. “I’m so sorry love” he whispered, coming closer to me. I flinched away and it looked like he had been hit. He fell on his knees in front of me. “I’ll do anything to earn your forgiveness, your kindness again” I looked away from him and squeezed my eyes shut. I willed my tears to not fall, and my heart to slow. “I was scared of being in love with you, I was scared you’d break my heart, or I’d break yours”

  “Loki you broke me over and over just so I would stay away from you” it was barely a whisper but it shook the walls. “Stay away from me” I said, a little louder. “If this is what your love looks like I fear for the people you hate”

  His head dropped, I finally looked at him again as he shook with sobs “please” he pleaded. 

  “Loki I may have considered you a friend once. Even when you weren’t kind to me. I was kind to you. I even made Tony stop with the cruel pranks because I saw how much it hurt you. And then you became worse and worse to me. I nearly quit the team because it was so bad” I admitted. It was hard to say to him. “I think there was a time where I could have loved you” and that admission was even harder. “When I thought you just weren’t used to me, or needed more space than I could give, but that changed '' his devastated sobs filled the room. 

  “I’ve ruined everything” he cried out. I walked up to him and rested my good hand on his shoulder. He pulled me in and buried his face into my stomach, using me to dry his tears and quit his sobs. I let him. “But please, at least let me love you from afar” 

  I closed my eyes “loki, if you don’t ever treat me that way again, we can work our way to friends but I do not trust you” he pulled me in closer and I nearly fell. My hand was still bleeding. With some difficulties I pulled away from him. “If you want to earn my forgiveness, start by being kind” and with that I walked out the room. 

  “I love you” he cried out just before the door slipped closed behind me. 

  I caught bucky eavesdropping, it didn’t bother me at that moment. I just walked by him, my hand still Dropping blood and headed to the med bay. “Shit doll your hand!” I looked at him and threw myself into him and let out a gurgling sob. I felt his arms lift me and I didn’t complain. Not even when he set me down in the med bay and got a doctor to Stitch me up. 

  “Home please” I whispered after it was all done. He nodded and lifted me again, taking me to his room and clutching me close. 

  “Doll?” He whispered as I continued to cry. 

  “Yes?” I whimpered. Looking up at his face. A tear slipped out his eyes and I wiped it away “don’t cry my rose” 

  “I can’t help it, whenever I see you cry I get sad on your behalf, I get angry on your behalf” he replied nuzzling me lightly “I hope you know I adore you” he ran his finger across my scar, something he had taken to doing when we were in private whispering sweet nothings to each other. “I hope you know that I’d hurt you” I nodded as he placed his palm on my face. He started to kiss my scar. I tried to pull away like I had the last time but he didn’t let me, and I relaxed into him. The last time I had told him ‘I don’t want something as beautiful as your lips, on something that ugly’ 

  “Don’t be upset on my behalf” I huffed out as he pulled me on top of him so I was half curled on him, and half curled on the bed. “I hope you know I would always choose you” I alluded to Loki's confession that felt heavy on me. I felt guilty.

  “I know” 

  “No matter what” 

  “I know,” he said again. 

  I pushed off him and moved to his dresser. “Closed eyes please” I whispered as I stole one of his many shirts and boxers and put them on. He hadn’t seen me fully naked yet, and my insecurities were evident. As I looked over I saw he had also stripped down to just his boxers. His eyes were wide “babyyyy” I whined. He had seen my scarred back. “Stawp” i walked over and flopped next to him, grabbing his metal hand and placing it on my cheek. “They’re just scars” I whispered as I traced where his flesh met the arm, sending a little bit of light and heat into it. He smiled and kissed me gently, pulling me down and cuddling me close. 

  “You’re safe with me” he said as he tightened his hold. 

  “I’m safe with you” I mimicked. Something we had done many a time “you’re safe with me” 

  “I’m safe with you,” he responded. I nodded and nestled in “i don’t think I’d be able to control myself if he hurt you again” 

  I shook my head sadly. “I don't think he will,” my voice was soft. 

  “Mine” he murmured and nuzzled my neck. I laughed and relaxed. 

  “Yours” I said with a smile, quickly dozing off. 

  In the following weeks Loki had gone out of his way to be kind. It was jarring. He was really being wonderful but Bucky always kept a close eye on him. The moments we had together became more and more common as I essentially moved into his room. It was strange to be so close to someone who I had thought would never want to share this type of space with me. But it was beautiful. 

  But as things always do, things changed. “Hello you beautiful, stunning and kind sunflower, I brought you some flowers from the market you like” loki said and placed the vase on the kitchen counter as I finished up the last of my meal prep for the week, which now had doubled seeing as the human incarnation of a golden retriever likes to eat it with me. 

  “Thank you loki, but please keep the endearments to a minimum, we talked about this” it had made me and bucky uncomfortable, mostly me. “Just June please” 

  He nodded and smiled. “I got you another gift, Thor retrieved it from Asgard for me” I looked at him quizzically as he pulled out an ornate wooden box. He handed it over sheepishly and when I opened it I was too stunned to speak. A beautiful golden sun pendant sat there, with a chain to go with it. It was encrusted with little white gems, with a large one at its center. I looked at him strangely. 

  “What is this?” I whispered “you know I can’t accept this' ' I pushed my hand out towards him with the box.

  “Please beau- June” he corrected himself mid sentence “I’m going to be leaving for a while. I’m not sure how long, but this necklace will let me know that you are safe” I furrowed my eyebrows. 

  “Where are you going?” I asked quizzically. 

  “Thor and I are needed in Asgard” he whispered “I just can’t bear the thought of something happening you and me not knowing until it’s too late” I nodded my head gently and clutched the box tightly “this is goodbye for now”

  “Goodbye loki, be well” he smiled gently and walked off. Bucky walked in a few minutes later and watched me eye the box. 

  “What ch’a got?” He asked, wrapping his arms right around my waist and planting his face in my neck.  

  “Loki is leaving for a while” I responded, avoiding some of the questions. 

  “I heard” came his tentative response. I opened the box and showed him the necklace. 

  “Apparently this necklace will let him know if I’m safe or not. I’m not sure about it frankly” I leaned my head back “would you be on with me wearing it? I’d feel bad if I didn’t, this looks incredibly expensive” he growled gently into my neck. 

  “Fine, but only because I trust you so much. '' I chucked at that. “Mine” he murmured and put me gently. I held his arms around my waist and nodded. He took it from me and placed it around my neck. It hummed faintly with what I assumed was magic. I smiled and gave him a light kiss.

  “Yours” I responded. His smile lit up the world as he nuzzled into my neck. It was moments like that, which I desperately wished I could save in a bottle and keep forever. The little moments of love. I held him close to me for a while longer till we both decided to lay on the sofa together. 

  “I wish we could give this life up,” he murmured. I looked at him strangely. “start a little family, somewhere no one will know us” I smiled at him and kissed him ever so gently. 

  “One day we will” I promised. And at the time, I had really thought that we would. 

Weeks later a large mission came in “You’re Not going!” Bucky said loudly as it was announced me, him, Sam, Steve and tony would be raiding a hydra base. “I don’t want you going there” I rolled my eyes at him. This was something that had happened a few times, and every now and then I had stayed behind, but only because he managed to get a replacement for me. I hated not going but he begged and begged until I caved. But this time was different. 

  “Bucky you know I need to” I whispered and held his hand “you know that I do” I squeezed it. The base was the same one I was dragged into and abused. And I needed that closure. I needed to see it all again and say goodbye. I needed to go in there and have the control that I did now.

  “No way in hell I’m letting you go though that” he barked. “What if you get hurt?” he fretted over me. Others were filling out slowly, and watching cautiously. I felt a bit awkward. Not used to anyone showing this amount of concern. 

  “Bucky” I soothed “I need to do this for me” he dropped his head and let it hang “you know it'll be good for me, plus if I get hurt then I promise you get to nurse me to health and I won’t complain once”

  He caved and said “ok but I’m sticking with you” I rolled my eyes as we stood and headed to the gear room. He stayed glued to my side as I picked up my guns, knives and body armor. It was Kevlar but still flexible, it was my stealth suit which was black instead of the near white one I wore on more public missions. I was ready in minutes and bucky watched me as I nervously fidgeted on the way to the jet.

The ride was short, we listened to music but when we finally landed I was on edge. 

  “You guys know the drill, '' Tony announced. We all murdered out agreements as we exited. I kept low as we barged through the door, I took out two men, bucky close behind. The halls were so familiar. I felt as if it was all closing in on me. 

  “On your 7” bucky warned as more approached. We were a distraction. As we powered through I came across the door I dreaded. The place I’d been held. I froze up. The sun I had painted on the door had nearly all chipped off. I couldn’t move, and then we were surrounded. I struggled to breathe for a moment. 

  12 men started to take us on and I struggled. The first one took a knife through the throat, the next two were shot by me. There were only a few left when I felt white hot pain lance through my middle, then another jab through my chest. I felt myself fall as if I was another person. Bucky took the rest out and was clutching me close. 

  “No no no no” Bucky murmured. “June is down, we need backup” he yelled into his ear piece. I looked at him strangely as I placed my hand on my chest, it felt warm and sticky. 

  “I’m sorry” was all I could muster. It all felt like it was slow motion. I didn’t actually think it would happen like this. Not here, not with the man I love. It was the place I so desperately wished to destroy, yet here I was, dying.

 “No no baby this is my fault” his eyes watered “hold on you’re gonna be ok” 

  “Bucky?” I groaned as he put pressure on my chest making me cough. He looked desperate. 

  “What is it doll? '' he caressed my head in his lap. 

  “I love you” was the first time I had said it. It would be the last. I knew that moment I was done for. 

  “I love you too,” he responded. “Please baby stay with me” honestly I didn’t want to. I felt so good and warm. I shook my head sadly. I held his hand close. 

  “I think I’m going to die” I whispered, and I was fucking terrified. “I’m scared” my eyes blurred with tears and his frantic yells got louder. 

  “You’re Not going to die here June, I won’t let you die here” he kissed me gently and continued to put pressure on my wound.

  “I’ll miss you” I said sadly, holding his hand that tried to no avail to quench the bleeding. I was running out of time quickly “you’re my hero James” it was a simple sentence but sent him into a spiral of sobs. I was getting warm and sleepy. It was getting harder and harder to stay away from the dark. 

  “Don’t leave me,” he begged. I smiled at him, a heart broken smile that I so hoped conveyed all the love I have for him. I willed all my hopes, dreams, and sheer love into that look, before I closed my eyes. I could hear his yelling and pleading. But I let myself go. I didn’t want to fight anymore. 

Death wasn’t so bad. Not as bad as I had expected it to be. Floating around as a ghost was kind of nice. Yes it was lonely, but it was also nice. People moved onto the next stage of the afterlife often but I seemed to be still tied here. 

XxXx

I lifted out my body as I heard him scream my name. I watched the others arrive as he was already mourning, and I watched Loki arrive a few minutes after the rest, wild eyed. I tried to comfort them all, but my words landed empty. His scream shook the earth. I felt bad for him. He had loved me, and I had never loved him. And now he never could see me again. 

My funeral was nice. My friends all came to pay tribute, and there was a public funeral so the media could share the message. I wanted a party, I’d told them all that as a half serious joke many times, they celebrated with me. I enjoyed sitting with them. “I will wait for you in June” Bucky had promised. Loki wasn’t around. But I knew he had taken it badly. 

He was truthful, as annoyed as it made me. I wanted him happy. But I was also a little grateful to keep him with me longer. 

It had been years of watching when Bucky finally joined me. “June?” He asked. He looked young again. 

 “It’s me,” I replied. And when he scooped me up, I felt us heat up, and be dragged to the next stage of our lives, together at last. 

#marvel #mcu #mcu loki #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #avengers #marvel movies #mcu moon knight #mcu critical #mcu rp #mcu x reader #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #sam wilson #the winter solider #bucky x reader #fanfic #bucky smut #loki fluff #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #marvel loki #loki show #loki series #frigga #loki x y/n #writing

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

I don’t know if this is a prompt so much as just an idea. But I can imagine Thorne’s band performing in Vegas and either being competitive with Peter Vincent (basic enemy’s to friends to lovers) OR maybe them meeting and bonding over after-show drinks.

Ooh, what if Thorne somehow got dragged along one of Peter’s real vampire hunts?

Oooh, I like the idea of enemy performers to friends to lovers (with a bit of a bonus of... well... fuck buddies because these two would totally be the type).

Might take a bit before Peter takes Thorne hunting with him though, but I can work with the other idea!

Warning: implied things

On with the fic!

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Peter could hear the loud chattering of people leaving the theater, talking about the performance they just watched. Meh. He took a long drink from his glass before ordering a refill from the bartender here at the hotel bar.

It's been two weeks now since the hotel decided for Peter to share his stage with some punk rocker named Thorne Jamison and his band, Peter couldn't be bothered to remember the name of. It was rather irritating, this whole sharing the stage thing, it meant one of his shows was removed from the schedule.

Yes, it was another night off, which was great, but it also bothered him that he had to spend three nights performing and then another three dealing with some guy on his stage, messing with his sets! Using his props and fog machine and stuff!

When the hell was this guy gonna fuck off back to Europe or whatever?

"Oi, this seat takin'?"

Peter turned and nearly blanched at the sight of the person next to him. Dressed in artfully torn clothing, with a studded battle vest, covered in patches, with damp, messy hair, was the bane of his existence.

"Yes." Peter said, but Throne sat down anyway.

"Nah, there's no one occupyin' this spot. Barkeep, give me your strongest, fruitiest drink!" He then looked at Peter. "Wait, hold on, make it two, for me and my friend!"

Peter glowered. "We're not friends."

"Come on, we totally should be!" Thorne was grinning and Peter noticed he was wearing eye makeup like himself, and he seemed to have his ear pierced. The charm on the little ring looked like a drop of blood, Peter wondered where he got it, would be cool to have something like that.

No, no, stop looking at him! It! Stop looking at the piercing! Fuck!

He turned away and down his current drink, just as a new one was placed before him. "Don't wanna be friends with you." He mumbled.

"Aw, why not? We're, like, two peas in a pod! Or somethin'."

"Not really, no." Peter sipped his new drink, oh fuck that was sweet. Could use some more rum.

"Are you mad that I'm takin' your spotlight?" Thorne asked, suddenly leaning against Peter. "It's just for a while, brings in crowds, people still come to see your show, ya know."

"I don't like competition." Peter replied, pushing him away. "Thanks for the drink, Jamison." He finished off the glass with impressive speed, then stood up and walked away from the bar, towards the lifts to his flat.

He didn't get far. Suddenly, he was grabbed and shoved into a room on the way there, from what it looked like, it was an office they had on the first floor of the hotel for business stuff.

Then Peter registered that hot, wet lips were on his own, then against his neck, hands keeping him pinned to the wall. Peter blinked and realized who was doing this to him, and fuck, holy shit, that mouth was doing things for him...!

"Oh, you sneaky bastard..!" Peter tried to push him away once he freed his hands, but then just pulled Thorne closer, kissing him hard, getting his hands tangled in those still-damp locks. He smelled like his drink and sweat, and some sort of cologne and Peter was weirdly into that.

"Saw your show last night." Thorne panted hard against his mouth. "It should be a bloody crime for a man like you to wear pants like that. Come on, admit it, those things were fuckin' painted on, weren't they?"

"Y-you saw my show?" Peter asked before Thorne brought a knee up between his legs and he gasped at the pressure.

"How could I not? Had to see those pants and all that bare flesh in person." Thorne smirked.

Peter growled and pushed him back, wiping at his mouth. "Don't be gettin' any ideas, Jamison... whatever is happenin' here, this means nothing."

"Yeah, yeah, been there, done that, now get out of those jeans and on that table."

Fuck.

How long was this guy staying at the hotel again?

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"This means nothing." Yeah, you're gonna keep telling yourself that until you end up falling for him, Peter.

#thorne jamison x peter vincent #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

[robinruns]

Friday morning ramblings

I had a weird, vivid, dream within a dream last night. I woke up and like for a moment I was ok, but then the depressed feeling settled back in. I stayed in bed until 6, got up and decided that maybe if I do my hair and makeup, maybe I'll feel better. I dunno if I feel tons better, but it feels better than wallowing in it. I don't hate the reflection as much if I try a tiny bit.

I went out on the balcony for fresh air, but it's so humid that I didn't notice any difference until there was a bit of a breeze. It's as warm right now as it's gonna be all day, so I gotta remember that while I'm getting dressed. My kitchen is a huge fucking mess. I really don't wanna cook breakfast, but I've gotten breakfast out the last two days and I can't afford to keep doing that. I also got avocados that need to be eaten and will go well with eggs. I hope I can remember to buy more hot sauce this weekend.

Tomorrow I gotta help my mom move stuff out of the basement. She has the 1-800-Got-Junk dudes coming early next month. I know I need to get rid of things that I have stored there. I should really donate the clothes I was thinking about selling online. I just don't think I'm ever really gonna get around to it, and I don't need the stuff hanging around forever while I wait for it to go. So if you need clothes from the mid-00s to mid 10s, check out the Madison WI St Vinnies sometime soon. Back here I have so many race shirts I should go through and get rid of. I used to be weird about people wearing race shirts that they didn't actually run, but them wearing my shirt doesn't take away from me having run it. Especially if it's not even a shirt I wear, like who cares.

I'm not ready for another day of My Chem. I'm not prepared to see what Gerard comes out wearing. I mean I am, but I'm not ya know. It's been a week and I'm already like "yall got any more of them new songs?" which is pathetic because The Foundations of Decay has been stuck in my head for a week now. Last night I had a thought that probably just me and like 2 other people would find funny, but in TFOD when Gerard sings "She'll always be the whore" if someone did an edit to where it's Frank from IASIP and how he says whore. This is my sense of humor. It's terrible.

Anyway. I need to find a new sustainable routine. Maybe that will keep my head on better. I know other things that will help me get my depression under control, and help me to heal from the shit that's upsetting me, but it's still hard. And I'm still tired.

[faefemboi]

Reel Magik Review (6mo)

Reel Magik Pack n Play Review: Year 0

What I ordered:

5in, cut model. Firm Fill with Pleasure Pocket with M1 color.

Adhesive Pro Strength and Remover

Extended 2 year Warranty.

Total cost: $1074.25 (shipping and taxes included)

I have seen a handful of ReelMagik reviews but all of them are about when they first receive them, so I'm going to attempt to make three reviews.

The first is my first impressions after about 6 months of use.

The Second will be a 1 year update.

The Third will be a 2nd Year update. If it lasts more than two years, I will attempt to continue putting up reviews yearly or make an update when the product has reached the end of its reasonable lifespan so other customers will have an idea of how long one of these very expensive prosthetics might last with regular use.

I want to preface that I am very hard on all my things from clothes to prosthetics, so if you are a bit more gentle or a bit more careful than I am, it may last you longer. I will attempt to detail when I do something I think might be out of the ordinary or might put extra pressure on the materials (such as if I go to the beach or engage in weathering activities).

How I will rate this prosthetic (1-10):

Comfort to wear

How Realistic it is

Whether or not it stains easily from underwear dyes

How quickly it loses shape or malforms

How quickly it tears or deteriorates

(eventually)

How stimulating the pleasure pocket it

How well it holds up during sexual activities

While I have not had access to a wide range of natural born penises, I have had quiet extensive exposure to the penis of my long term partner and will be comparing realisticness in appearance and feel to his.

Okay! On to the actual review!

Suggestions:

First, if you are seriously considering one of these, I highly suggest getting the color sample swatch. Computer colors can be deceiving and it really is very helpful to hold the actual material against your skin to color match as closely as possible.

The ordering process was pretty straight forward for me, however their system didn't actually track which color I chose and I was contacted several weeks later about what color I wanted. So I suggest writing yourself a note about all your choices just in case there is glitch like that. Perhaps even take pictures of the color swatches against your skin, just for personal reference.

I personally do not care for body hair, so I chose not to have hair punched in mine, though it does appear to do a fantastic job hiding the slight line where the prosthetic attaches, it isn't super noticeable and unless you were doing something quite damp, a bit of makeup would probably also hide the line just as well. I haven't bothered trying since I don't go to a lot of places where it would be seen by anyone other than my partner.

Adhesives:

Here I am fully willing for it to be user error or the fact that I have very oily skin and eczema, but the adhesive just did not work for me. I followed the instructions fairly closely but after I had been wearing the prosthetic for a few hours, I noticed that the adhesive had not only stayed tacky but gone a bit slimy as well and was not at all holding the prosthetic in place properly. Instead it was sliding around in my underwear slowly smearing adhesive on my leg and much lower on my crotch than I had put it. I washed the adhesive off (no easy feat itself) and tried the application again with even worse results. So I would say unless you know this type of medical adhesive works, it may be better to save your money. The adhesive and remover by themselves were $179, which is quite a lot for something that is both difficult to remove and ineffective.

I had similar results simply using spirit gum, though it did work better for me than the medical adhesive and was exceptionally easier to remove. 

Although the eyelash glue I tried was quite cheap, and I want to try with a better brand, I didn’t find much better results with that one either.

Adhesive troubles aside, this is one of the largest packers I have ever had for daily wear. If you've seen any of my other posts, it probably won't surprise you that I favor fairly skimpy underwear so I don't have very many that can hold it easily, but the balls have a really ergonomic design that sits easily in between the legs without any pinching and numbing pressure. Because I chose firm fill, the penis feels about half-hard all the time, so it's pretty stiff, but it still bends well enough to tuck neatly in trousers without looking obscene. I'll update this section when I see how it looks in swimwear. Though I think if you wanted to do something really athletic while wearing this, I would suggest wearing a cup or some other harness shaped object, no matter how good your adhesive is usually.

Onto realisticness. The shaft is incredibly realistic. The outer silicone slides over the inner core in an extremely realistic manner.. Temperature is the most notable giveaway that it's not real and if you run rather hot, even that isn't likely to be noticeable after a few minutes wearing it. The silicone does feel a bit thicker and rougher than my own skin, but I personally have quite thin, delicate skin. So your mileage on that may vary. My biggest complaint is actually with the testicles. While the inner cores do feel realistic (if a bit small) the outer skin feels very thick, They don't have the thin, delicate quality I associate with testicles and are even rougher feeling (not the folds, those feel pretty normal) than the shaft. In this regard, I think the significantly cheaper silicone packers actually feel a bit more realistic on the balls. I'm not sure if that could be changed on a production level and maintain the floating cores, and I really like the floating cores.

Appearance wise, it is very realistic. I held it next to my partners for comparison and aside from the fact that I am basically clear compared to him, they didn't look too different from each other in terms of texture, variation of color and the way the skin moved under our hands when manipulating them.

Now, I have noticed in the past that my less expensive packers tend to come away with dark purple or blue stains when I wear black underwear. Whether that’s due to the kind of underwear I like or the rubber being relatively easy to dye, I’m not sure. But I haven’t noticed that problem at all for this packer. Which is nice, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about it turning a zombie grey in the near future.

So, now having purchased this extremely pricey prosthetic, what are my final ratings?

Comfort to wear: 5/10; Because I cannot find an adhesive that works, I’ve noticed the packer wanders upwards, which makes it uncomfortable to move around with.

How Realistic it is: 9/10; very realistic. I do wish the skin of the testicles had as much attention in terms of texture as the shaft, but that’s a nitpick.

Whether or not it stains easily from underwear dyes: 10/10 I have not noticed any staining for the past 6 months that I have had it.

How quickly it loses shape or malforms: 10/10 in 6 months it is still holding shape and rigidity well.

How quickly it tears or deteriorates: A little too soon for this one, so I’ll hold this rating for the 1yr mark.

How stimulating the pleasure pocket it: 1/10. Now, I have not had any ligament releases, so perhaps if you’d had a meta this feature would work fantastically, but I have a Hot Rod from Transaesthetics so I have something to compare it with. The pleasure pocket is positioned really high up on the prosthetic, it does not line up well even when using a harness for that sort of thing which pulls the packer much further down than I wear it day to day. It’s also not deep enough, on the Hot Rod, the hole is very deep so it can get some natural suction to hold everything in place, but the pleasure pocket is only just big enough to fit my (very small, size 7 ring) middle finger so there isn’t any space to develop an air gap that could create a vacuum.

How well it holds up during sexual activities: N/A; Although I suspect you would need a harness, I can’t imagine this holding in place with adhesives alone. If I do end up using it for penetration, I will update with section as well.

Finally, after doing the math, this packer would need to last me 33 ⅓ years to make the cost worth it (this is based on buying two Mr. Limpy’s by Doc Johnson per year, the packer I had used previously almost exclusively for the last decade).

So the overall rating it: 6.8/10 if it lasts 33 years. If it only lasts two years (remember I got the two year warranty) This rating would drop to 2/10.

Now, they do have less expensive packers, and maybe I’ll try one of those sometime to see if I like them better as an everyday packer. If I do, I’ll make a review of that one.

#Reel Magik #Pack'n'play #femboys #transmasc #ftm packer #review #6 month review #lgbtqia

[entangledptsd]

been coming to some realizations about the ol' teenage years and the effects of social isolation, csa, emotional and physical abuse, and religious brainwashing all whipped up into a nauseating salad while you're going through puberty for the first time

that's where a lot of my relationship and sexual dysfunction come from. being forced to confess every single fucking thing to a parental figure who then threatened to go tell the creepy old bishop about "your little problem." as if me touching my own body was some kind of horrible addiction. she made me dissociate completely from my whole body and suppress every natural urge i had. she told me god would only forgive me a few times and then he'd stop after that because clearly i wasn't really sorry enough for enjoying my body at all

and then she just engaged the rest of the fucking family to make sure i never had any time alone, which was the most horrible overstimulating shit ever for my autistic ass. i wasn't allowed any alone time for any reason. shower? she'd always find a time to sneak up and knock on the door really hard just to make me jump and keep me on edge. actually she did that for fun all the damn time, just like she pulled the hair at the nape of my neck to see me tear up because she found it hilarious. she screamed at me when i finally did it back to her though.

never had a problem holding me down to stick needles in my face, feeling me up under my shirt, touching me everywhere no matter how much i hated it and made that clear, pulling up my shirt and bra in front of the rest of the family. people make fun of the weird kids who bark and growl, but it was the only thing that made her back off.

and there was nobody i could talk to, because "family things stay in the family." i wasn't allowed to go to public school or leave the house at all without a parent until i was 17 just so she could control my entire world. i had exactly one crush for about a week until she found out and started tearing me down for it. i couldn't have any friends she didn't personally approve, and she also had to personally approve their parents. i wasn't allowed sleepovers. one time i came back from a church activity wearing blue eyeshadow one of the youth group leaders had put on me because i liked it, and she told me i looked "like a prostitute" and freaked the fuck out. the Sunday after that, she copied her own makeup onto me to show me off as essentially a tiny version of her to all the adults at church.

she was honestly just a possessive jealous creepy gross incestuous pedophile, and i wanted to die. the only way for me to escape was burying myself in a book and getting my consciousness outside of myself completely. even that wasn't enough after a while.

she realized one day that i was getting bigger than her, and she decided to start having weird wrestling matches with me on the living room floor. i'd been carefully supervised through tae kwon do classes but i was too scared to hit her. she always ended up tickling me and sitting on me in ways that weren't right for anyone to do to a kid to win. i just wanted to let loose, crack her jaw, throw her out the window, but i knew if i did that the consequences would be severe.

if i ever see her again i'm showing her what a left hook feels like. she loved to complain about how i was born evil and just the most badly-behaved kid of all time, but sometimes i wish i'd really unleashed everything and shown her what an unholy terror really is.

nowadays touch is still a minefield for me, even just a tap on the shoulder can send me into furious shaking. i don't know how to have sex without ignoring what i feel and just trying to make someone else feel good. i can't cuddle anyone but my girlfriend, and even that kinda freaks me out sometimes.

the moral of the story is, don't fucking have kids if you're going to abuse them. don't even get a pet. collect rocks or something, find a hobby, tie a boulder around your neck and chuck it off a cliff into the ocean like that jesus guy said, but don't have kids if you're going to abuse them. oh and burn your bible/book of mormon/christian scriptures of choice, that's not a childrearing manual.

#and now i get to sort it all out #i'm glad i at least started screaming back when i hit 14 #i didn't understand that what she was doing was wrong i just felt so fucking angry #so i felt guilty and everyone else reprimanded me to stop fighting her to 'keep the peace.' fuck the peace. #if she wanted peace she could have stopped being so shitty anytime #i fought her for a few years like my life depended on it and maybe it did #my siblings hate me now and haven't talked to me in years but i don't care. me fighting back gave them more space to think for themselves #instead of getting brainwashed by her. i took so many punishments for those little shits #and the youngest still lives with her. i worry sometimes that she finally got the substitute husband she wanted #he was always a mama's boy and she would rave about finally having the wonderful son god promised her. #i may have been the scapegoat but at least i got out from under her thumb and dragged my dad and other sibling out with me