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powder my love would u ever bless us with a hai universe cass finnigan bonus episode bc i’m an eddie-took-her-anal-virginity truther until i die and lord what i wouldn’t give to see that written in ur spectacular way…call it morbid fascination and also and as well additionally: me being a dirty fucking whore

sweets baby i've got good news and i've got bad news, eddie unfortunately did nort take cass's anal virginity (she and mikey b have been backdooring for quite some time now) but there were certain... differences that cass wasn't quite prepared for! minors dni as always fuck off, warnings for smut (anal, premature ejaculation), cass being an asshole no pun intended (but i believe she felt mad guilty after this), embarrassing sexual situations (cumming early is nothing to be ashamed of, but consider who we're dealing with), eddie feeling shitty :( part of the hellfire & ice universe

HAWKINS, INDIANA. AUGUST 1984-ISH, SOMETHING LIKE THAT

Cass Finnigan is having a weird year.

It's what she keeps saying, mostly because it's what people keep telling her-- because that's kind of Cass's bag. She listens to what people tell her with a keen ear and an open heart and not very much consideration for the consequences. She takes direction very well, according to her drama teacher and her choir director and her friend Lacy and, most importantly, her boyfriend Mikey B.

So, when Mikey B said they should take a break, she said, okay! And when her parents said they were getting a divorce, she was like, if you think that's for the best! And when her church elders told her that her parents' divorce would be seen as a blight in their otherwise idyllic Christian household, she agreed because He does know better than we do! And when Lacy said she should maybe think about hooking up with other people, on the level this time, not as a drunken extracurricular, Cass said, you are so right.

"Just for the... fourth or fifth time, are you absolutely, positively sure about this?"

That's pretty much how Cass ends up ass up in the back of Eddie Munson's van on a rainy Tuesday afternoon.

Shifting her hips back, she scoffs. It's a high, tufted sound because Cass is a high, tufted kind of girl. Definitely high right now, anyway.

"Munson. Are you seriously asking me to second guess you putting your dick in my butt?"

"Salient point. Roger that. Sorry. Just... tryin' not to be... like, a d-- a dick." Unimaginative choice of words for him. "Sorry."

Fuck Cass Finnigan's weird year. Eddie Munson is having a weird freakish immediate right now.

There he balances, floor of the van digging ridges into his kneecaps through the holes in his denim jeans. Said jeans are slung past his narrow hips, along with his boxers, the worn elastic of the waistband tucked pretty snug under his balls.

Eddie's holding his dick with consideration. Like he's about to give the little (hah!) man a pep talk.

Don't fuck this up for me, okay? When we get in there, fucking pace it out, alright? I'm serious, man. It might feel like you want to geyser out the second we squeeze on in--oh god--but be cool, okay?

Forty minutes ago, he'd met Cass in a clearing near the usual pick-up spot, one big enough that he could haul the van into. Eddie usually hated being near the orbit of Hawkins High during summer vacation--something about a work life balance--but then work comes calling and, y'know, it's kind of the most inconspicuous place in town.

Cass'd been nervous; Eddie noticed that, out of the rotating faces of that particular friend group, she'd never been saddled with the task of picking up for them before. Well, she and that Lacy chick, but Eddie had reason enough to believe she wouldn't be caught dead.

"Uh, you wanna hop in a sec?" Eddie'd hesitated, regarding the raindrops bouncing off Cass in her pink plastic parka, "It's really comin' down out there."

"Sure. Just for a sec."

Cass was twitchy, but keen. She and her big eggshell blue eyes darted around the back of his van, probably noting every flaw in the interior so she could report back to her clique later.

But then she sat all criss-cross applesauce and was like, "How's your summer vacation going?" Delivered in the clipped monotone of someone just making small talk, but delivered all the same.

They swapped a couple of same Hawkins, different day type sentiments, and stilted as it was, it wasn't entirely terrible.

Inexplicably, it made Eddie be all, "Would the lady care for a sample?" like he's a fucking weed sommelier.

Which, in a manner of speaking and if the manner is ditch weed, he kind of is.

Twenty minutes in, and Cass was already feeling it. Her blue eyes were closing into a squint and that squint kept studying him. Rolling him over in her gaze, kinda like he was one of those optical illusions she couldn't quite figure out.

Eddie, despite himself (or so he'd like to think), felt heat rising in his cheeks. Something about this had an encroaching sense of familiarity.

"What?" he mumbled, ashing the joint into an empty soda can.

Cass leaned back, heels of her palms supporting her and pushing her chest out just so. "You think I'm pretty, don't you?"

Admittedly, that kinda put a hitch in the spell she was attempting to cast. Jesus, these sweater monkeys and their indefatigable egos. Eddie's eyes involuntarily rolled. "No. I think you're a dog. The blonde hair and the perky tits do nothing for me, honestly. Soft as a monk."

Now, here would be an opportunity to volley back, to fold humor into one's foreplay like cheese into an omelette but Cass E. Finnigan, god bless her (and she is blessed), does not have her eye on Eddie's preferred ball.

"Yah, but you think I'm pretty like, you wanna..."

But he is still, fallibly, a guy edging toward kinda stoned and pliable.

"I wanna..."

And she is still, fallibly, a very hot, slightly stoned, inattentive girl.

"You wanna fuck me."

And instead of a gaze, it was more like a glaze, like a well-practiced Skinemax impression that Cass had whipped out as a party piece. She removed her pink plastic parka with unnecessarily seductive precision, and through the haze, it had occurred to Eddie that he hasn't ever really entered Cass Finnigan in his rogue's gallery of jerk-off material.

Maybe that was an oversight.

Because now, in this moment, in this ticking time bomb of a second, he's staring, like, right down the barrel of her asshole.

Dick in hand.

Eddie's hard, of course, even though he kind of feels like he shouldn't be? Not in a forbidden way that would usually get his blood thumping, hard in a way that kind of feels like an imposition. Like, there should have been more lead up to this. Like, Cass should have kissed him. Or he her. Or something.

I mean, she didn't even turn around to look at his dick. It's kinda rude.

She, right out of Penthouse Forum, just sort of flipped her skirt and shimmied her underwear and leaned forward and presented herself and demanded he get his cock out and then she was starting to sing his tune but now he's just staring at her. The back of her. Poised and peaches and cream and perfect, sure, but not for him, it doesn't feel like.

Eddie's an ill-chosen accessory here. An awkwardly misplaced lamp in a room that, yeah, apparently can benefit from a lamp. But not this lamp.

Cass's asshole is very pretty, though. Her pussy, too, from what he can see. Pink and petal-y in a way he'd never seen up close in person before. (The thing with Nicole Summers humping him on a log in out by Forest Hills a couple years back hadn't exactly been an all-you-can-eat-with-your-eyes kind of affair.) Looking at it long enough makes his tip and mouth water a touch, and looking at it too long makes Cass be all, "Are you, like, okay back there?"

Eddie opens his mouth to answer but is swiftly cut off by Cass chirping, "Oops! Oh duh, you're probably like, what is she thinking--"

Fascinatingly, without even changing position, she digs around in her fuzzy little backpack and tosses a tube of KY Jelly over her shoulder. Right. Right.

Eddie squeezes out what he considers a decent amount after whacking that tube against his palm a couple times. It comes out with a flatulent puff of air. Cass has really gone through this stuff. If Eddie were a more primitive man, he might be inclined to slap Mikey B on the back and/or ass the next time he sees him.

"Not your first rodeo, huh?" he mumbles, breath uneven, smoothing the jelly over the length of himself. His eyes flutter closed under his own touch, ceasing the rhumba of Cass Finnigan wants you to fuck her in the ass Cass Finnigan wants you to fuck her in the ass Cass Finnigan wants you to fuck her in the ass for all of a half second.

"Whut?" Cass caws.

"Nothin'. Um..." Eddie's got one ambitiously lubed up hand all of a sudden. Overshot that mark. First of many. "...can--" Jesus Christ. How to sexify this deeply unsexy yet sexy situation. "--can I touch you?"

"Um, yah."

Um, okehhh, he mockingly mirrors her faux-Valley Girl accent back to himself. See, blue sky situation, Eddie would say that back to Cass and she's think he's funny, and they'd laugh together and it'd be hot but the thing about girls like Cass is they have no sense of humor about themsel--fuck, his jellied thumb feels nice sinking into her little butthole.

"Is that," fuck his stupid fucking trembling fucking voice, "does that feel okay?"

"I can't even really, like, feel it-- oh my god, that's not your dick, is it?!" Cass, in all goddamn sincerity, starts to turn around, face all hitched in a grimace that Eddie can't stand.

"No, it's not," he says, through gritted teeth, hand extracting from her ass and resting on her cheek. "It's not my fucking dick. I thought you might need-- or want, I dunno--"

"Does it usually take this long with you? Like, guys don't usually take this long to just stick it in. You know that, right?"

Mouth gaping, Eddie feels something shrink inside him. He can't tell whether it's his ego or his faith in the Hawkins male populace (not that he had much to begin with), but he's learning more and more about the kind of world Cass Finnigan orbits in as the seconds tick by.

Kinda sad, he thinks, angling himself against her ass, kinda sucks that ol' JC or MB or whoever only lets her use the back door--

A jolt smites clean through Eddie as his leaking pink tip touches Cass's puckered pink hollow. "Hnn. Mm."

Eddie pushes just a little, mouth popping back open. He feels Cass tense from the extremely tentative, extremely light grip he's got on her hip. Again, he is like full Jekyll and Hyding in the way that he feels like he's intruding on his own sexual encounter yet completely turgid from tip to taint.

It's so weird. That joint wasn't laced with anything, was it?

"You okay?" he asks, voice a squeak of urgency.

"Yh--yah," Cass says, but there's hesitance. Like she's almost about to ask him if he's okay too.

"Mind if I--" Mind if fucking I?! What am I even fucking saying? Shit, God, please, anybody, please let her say--

"Yah, sure."

Not the begging or panting he hand in mind for his first time back here, but it'll do. Eddie, slowly, ever so carefully does it, eases himself a couple more mannerly millimeters into the confines of Cass's ass--and not to suck his own dick, but this is gonna be a tight squeeze, if it'll squeeze at all. If it'll squeeze at all, oh fuck, oh please...

With a high, sharpish gasp, Cass seems to register that fact as well.

"Holy shit."

Blonde locks go flying over her shoulder as she finally tries to angle back and get a look at that certain member of the party that was of no interest to her fifteen minutes ago. How the tables fucking turn! In doing so, she accidentally thrusts back a touch, edging the reddened tip of Eddie's cock further in--

"Shit, shit, shitshitshit!" Barely an inch inside, Eddie feels his balls constrict and his back seize.

Cass snickers in a out-of-body, near ironic kind of way before winding out some direct-to-TV type whimper that someone somewhere on some planet must find attractive. Mikey B, possibly. It sounds flat to Eddie.

If she's making fun of him (she is), he isn't in the room to hear it.

All Eddie can focus on right now is sensation. The fact that if Cass moves even the tiniest iota--

"Y'know, you can like, slap me a little or something. If you w--"

"No, I-I don't-- fuck, just-- please don't fuckin' move, please don't fuckin'--"

Too goddamn late! Cass, with whatever curious shifting she's managed to do, has Eddie's throbbing, space hopping over eager bastard of a cock popping out of her asshole. The grip Eddie has on himself does no good to stem what's coming, badum-tss. With a groan, a gasp and a shudder, a pull like an anchor aweigh from the base of his belly, Eddie spills in a few hot thick ropes.

He feels a drop or two of sweat drip from the nape of his neck as he watches his hot, white, premature cum roll in a rivulet over Cass's lower back. Oh... no.

"Um."

"I am so," Eddie hasn't even got a chance to re-regulate his breath yet, and he's feeling around him for a napkin or an old t-shirt or a flunked essay, something, "so sorry, I--"

"Ew," Cass sits up, holding her skirt aloft and batting away Eddie's pleading offer of a gym sock. Which, fair enough, ew, but it makes Eddie recoil a touch. He watches as she cleans herself up with a wet wipe she grabs from that weird little monster of a backpack purse type thing she carries.

Eddie sinks back to sit on his heels, wiping himself off with the stupid old gym sock and tucking himself away. A sourness has started to sting in his gut, that post-nut clarity hitting all the harsher thanks to Cass's tiny daggered glances at him.

He's really never not gonna be an object of disgust to someone like her, is he? He can't even breach guilty pleasure status.

"So stupid," she's muttering, readjusting her underwear and smoothing out her skirt, "Last time I ever listen to that uppity bitch..."

He's just a dare bored girls give themselves on rainy August afternoons.

"We could-- if you wanted, just gimme a sec and I--" Eddie starts before he can stop mortifying himself with his own words.

"Listen!" Cass snaps, flipping her hair, "This was a gross and egregious mistake. Like, please don't get attached just because this-- I mean, what was that, like, two seconds? Dude."

Eddie is an ant. Eddie feels two specks of dust tall in this very moment of white hot humiliation. Eddie also feels like he wants to toss something back at Cass, something about her stupid fake accent or douchebag scamming boyfriend or idiot made-up Christian overlord, but Eddie also feels too small to even be mean which is the suckiest fucking part of all this right here right now.

Instead, his lips stretch into a tight smile, condescending as he can conceivably make it. Rain's still thrumming like gunshots against the roof of the van.

"Okay. Freak show's over, honey. Better get going."

"Ugh, whatever. Not a word of this, to anyone. Understood?"

"Not exactly a lot to tell."

A scoff and a snarl sees Cass Finnigan retreat back out into the rain through the van's creaking doors, and Eddie's heart sinks even further, if possible. This is not what's meant to happen in these porno-like scenarios! He's meant to send her off with a buttload of cum probably still dripping out of her, and he's meant to feel on top of the fucking world! Not like he's thirteen years old and someone just played a shitty prank that he swore he was too smart to fall for.

Well, that's it. On Eddie Munson's good and apparently sexually repulsive name, this is the last time he intimately trifles with some airhead in-crowd girl.

Next person he's fucking is a straight up weirdo and it's celibacy 'til then. Freaks or nothing. Blood oath.

#powder room talk #munsonssweets #published by powder #e. munson by powder #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #lol.#also mikey b..... i was thinking of michael berzatto and for that i apologize. to the berzattos #shouldn't have got you involved in this #anyway i stand by my number one headcanon that eddie has fucked but not well!#he did not come out that gate swingin he came out that gate needy and unable to ask for it

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confusedcanaries · 9 months

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Numbers! most of them are just sort of there

0 - 10/10 number, very useful, helps proving uniqueness, nicely splits the number line, breaks division which is very fun, additive identity

1 - 7/10 number, kinda the default, multiplicative identity, the induction engine

2 - 9/10 number, for all your actually a number needs, root-s nicely, 2+2=2*2=2^2 (chef's kiss), the only even prime, binary is hella funky (just to be clear though, this whole post is written in base-(# months from January to October inclusive))

3 - 6/10 number, sorta ok I guess, triangles are cool but this isn't a triangle just a triangle number, the other useful root, prime

4 to 10 - 5/10 numbers, sort of on a par with 3 but I might need to start using a calculator and beginning to get same-y.

Notable exceptions: 6=1+2+3=1*2*3 and 7 is just cool

>10 - 3/10 numbers, nothing really stands out here, I will get some slight anxiety if you ask me to do adding or multiplication with these without a calculator, just use induction at this point, this is not the sort of maths I chose maths to do.

The numbers you need complicated power series to reach or are defined ito functions - 10/10 numbers, fantastically unhelpful, really cool because these might as well be infinity and my brain can't cope (For Example: graham's number, googol, Tree(3), 52!)

-1 - 0/10 number (more like hellspawn), to say this is a number and not an inherently evil sentient object is false, hides itself in a minus sign, its entire purpose is to cause sign errors and make real analysis harder

Fractions - 7/10 numbers, rational is the new sexy, much better than decimals, somehow still a countable set despite being thicc in the reals (I know the term is dense but it's 1:30 in the morning, cut me some slack)

Irrationals - 5*sqrt(2)/10 numbers, slightly cooler and more mysterious than fractions, knows the uncomputable and normal numbers but won't tell you their addresses as you're just not cool enough

Mathematical constants - 6/10 numbers, useful but kinda like 3 in that they're a little boring. Some Exciting Constants: φ, Euler's Constant (γ), lemniscate constant (ϖ). Fun fact: e has a really cool continued fraction representation

Infinity - 11/10 concepts, maybe numbers - maybe not, so cool they deserve an illogical rating, gotta love the ordinals, countability is soooooooooo freaking cool (check out cantor's diagonalisation proof), I'm counting infinitesimal numbers as well here, also, the convention for just calling infinity one number for the complex numbers is hecking amazing

i - 7/10 number - very cool, philosophically taxing, the incredible original to the quaternions' disappointing sequel (maybe I'll change my mind when i actually learn about quaternions), geometry and rotation are now part of numbers! , makes differentiation so much more awesome

#math #mathblr #maths #numbers #what if this was what was originally meant by number theory #0 and infinity are the best #negative numbers although useful are incredibly annoying #I have found a truly marvellous proof this tag is too small to contain that all the opinions found above are objectively the truth

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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My “Fake” Boyfriend

Pairing: Best friend! Park Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Fluff, School AU

CW: None

Prompts: 22) “Shut up and kiss me.”

29) “What did you do this time?”

62) “Keep saving me like that and I might just fall for you.”

Word Count: 4800

Summary: You’re having some trouble getting rid of a guy who has a huge crush on you. Nothing you do or say seems to help your situation so you turn to your best friend for help.

Prompt List MasterList Buy me a Coffee

You and Seonghwa seemed like a very unlikely pairing. You were popular and always up to something, the pure definition of a social butterfly, but Seonghwa on the other hand not so much. He was the more quiet type, preferring to keep to himself and those who he held really close to him, which really only consisted of you and his two other friends Hongjoong and San. As children you and Seonghwa were inseparable, you spent every moment you could together and even had regular sleepovers, taking it in turns with who’s house you stay at, then high school came around and a few things changed. Your friendship circle grew and everyone seemed to know you, but Seonghwa stayed the same, this didn't affect your friendship in the slightest, everything still ran as it was just with the exception of there were a lot more people around you.

Over time Seonghwa grew to get used to your popularity, not like he had any choice really, you were always dragging him to someone's party or inviting him out with your large friend group. It was all a bit much for him at first, not knowing anyone and clinging to you like a lost puppy while you spoke to others, but you soon brought him out of his shell, helping him mingle with some of your closest friends and soon he was one of the group. But that wasn't all that changed over time, while you helped Seonghwa come out of his shell he helped you go back into yours a bit. Parties every weekend have now turned into once a month and you took your studies more seriously, noticing how your grades went from C's to B's and the occasional A. Having been an outsider of your group at one point it helped Seonghwa see who was really your friend and who was only there for the free alcohol, the social status and the possibility to get into your bed. He knew it wasn't his place to tell you who you should and shouldn't be friends with but that didn't stop him dropping subtle hints about how someone was acting towards you, and as soon as you stopped going to parties so often and calmed down a little you could see for yourself who was using you and who wasn't and before you knew it your huge friend group got reduced down to 8 and you had to admit, it was a lot better, easier, more fun...genuine.

And that takes you to present day, sitting around Wooyoung's kitchen table with the rest of your friends for one of your regular "study sessions", or at least that's how they usually started. You all agreed to do a rotation of who's place you'll study at but ultimately plans change, what starts off as a study group soon turns to the 9 of you hanging out and watching movies together. This was one of those days.

Various textbooks and notebooks were scattered across the table, long forgotten about, as you were all sucked into different conversations. The chatter was interrupted by Mingi’s stomach making a loud growling noise, gripping the attention of all of you and you all turn to look at him.

“Well I guess that’s a signal for us to order some food.” Wooyoung clapped his hands as he stood and rushed over to a draw full of menus leaving the rest of you laughing over Mingi’s embarrassed face.

“Yunho’s turn to choose.” Wooyoung announced throwing down a pen and paper and selection of takeout menus for the elder to shuffle through, shrugging at all of them.

“Honestly I’m good with anything you guys pick.” Yunho said holding the menus out to everyone.

“No, we have a system Yunho! You pick.” You all fall into laughter again over Wooyoung who seemed to be getting very dramatic over something as simple as ordering food. Yunho held his hands up in surrender and picked up a random menu.

“This will do.” He held up a pizza menu and scribbled down his order before passing both over to Jongho who was sat next to him to start the chain of orders. San stretched in his chair and let out a satisfied groan before standing up.

“Movie?” He chirps with a smile. It was like everyone was waiting for that suggestion to be made, everyone got to their feet and rushed to the living room to snatch up their seat to avoid having to sit on the floor. You race Mingi to the couch, pushing him out of the way before diving over the back of the couch securing your seat. Hongjoong had grabbed Seonghwa’s hand and led him through the chaos with expert precision, jumping over the ones on the floor and quickly dodging the ones running, and thanks to him Seonghwa secured a place next to you and Hongjoong the other side of him. The last spot was up for grabs now and to your surprise Jongho got it with ease sitting himself down on the other end of the couch, not even out of breath. Yeosang and Wooyoung were pulling at each other to the point they were both on the floor crawling for a spot, but their fighting meant they missed their chances.

“Ah really! This is your fault.” Wooyoung pouts kicking Yeosang lightly with his foot.

“Me!? You’re the one who pushed me to the floor you prick.”

“And you grabbed my leg and tripped me, so your fault.” Wooyoung sulks as he plops himself on the floor in front of you crossing his arms over his chest to emphasise his pouting.

“Aww Woo you can take my seat if you want a seat that bad.” You offer tapping his shoulder sympathetically.

“No it’s okay...I’ll suffer.” He dramatically huffs shooting a glare at Yeosang next to him.

“Well don’t say I didn’t offer.” You laugh.

With everyone seated and happy (except Wooyoung) San finds a movie and presses play. You didn’t even get 20 minutes into the movie before the doorbell rang signaling food had arrived, and now everyone’s attention was more on getting their stomachs filled more than the movie.

“I’ll get it.” Yeosang says getting up from his spot on the floor as San pauses the movie so he doesn’t miss anything.

“I’ll come help, it’s a lot of food.” Seonghwa calls over climbing off the couch and carefully stepping over the others on the floor to make his way to the door with Yeosang. With a mischievous glance behind him, Wooyoung took ample opportunity to steal Seonghwa’s seat despite protests and kicks from you and Hongjoong he stayed rooted to the spot.

“Hey Yeo, can I ask you something?” Seonghwa whispers to him once they get to the kitchen.

“Sure what’s up, and why are you whispering?”

“You know y/n just as well as I do right? And you hung out a lot before she had me join the group, so I was just wondering if she...you know...mentioned anything about me?” Seonghwa could feel his cheeks heat up a little as he spoke and he busied himself with food to try his best to hide it.

“Yeah man, she’s mentioned you loads of times, hardly shut up really. She said you two have been best friends since you were kids, you lived next door to each other and did everything together.” Yeosang started casually.

“She even told us how she begged and begged you to join us from time to time but you always said no, saying there were too many people.” The two of them chuckle together remembering how timid Seonghwa was around large groups and how now it all seemed to have changed. Ironic really.

“Why do you ask?” Yeosang questioned turning to face Seonghwa who was now blushing profusely.

“I’m gonna tell you this because I trust you and because you’re the one who will give me a straight answer.” Before carrying on Seonghwa takes a deep breath.

“I think I like y/n...Like a lot, she’s my best friend but I just can’t help but want more with her you know, so that’s why I asked, I guess I was hoping she’d have said something that might give the impression she felt the same.” Yeosang gives out a sigh once Seonghwa had finished, he didn’t want to do this to him but he knew this was why he came to him, he wouldn’t give him false hope.

“She spoke about you a lot and was always happy when she spoke about you, but if I’m going to be brutally honest with you...I didn’t get any hint she felt the same...I’m sorry.” Seonghwa could see how sorry Yeosang was, it was all in his eyes and how he looked at him with such a pitiful look.

“Look it’s okay, I didn’t expect her too, I guess I just wanted to know so I would know if I needed to push my feelings aside or not, it’s okay really.” Despite his heart being crushed he still gave Yeosang a smile showing that he was okay and helped him carry the food into the living room.

“You son of a bitch!” Seonghwa yelled out to Wooyoung noticing how he’d stolen his spot.

“Hey, you snooze you lose, you left the seat unattended so I took it.” Wooyoung says back with a shit eating grin.

“We tried to move him, we even kicked him but he’s being so stubborn.” Hongjoong sighs slapping Wooyoung across the back of the head to which the younger winced at but still showed no signs of moving.

“Well for that go get your own food.” Seonghwa says as he hands Hongjoong his plate and then yours making sure to clearly skip Wooyoung, enjoying the way his mouth hangs open in shock.

“Not falling for it, if I get up to get food you’re just gonna sit here again.” Wooyoung glares.

“I’m okay with you starving.” Seonghwa laughs. With a huff and a groan Wooyoung gets up and runs to the kitchen to get his own plate and as soon as he disappears behind the wall Seonghwa retakes his rightful spot next to you. Taking a quick glance before taking his seat Yeosang gives Seonghwa a small smile, he can see how happy Seonghwa is with you but he felt awful for being the one to tell him the bad news.

It’s been a week since Seonghwa had confessed his feelings about you to Yeosang and nothing has changed, the group functions as normal and Seonghwa is fine, yes he has to now crush down the feeling he harbors for you but to him it’s worth it if it means he gets to keep you as his best friend.

Walking into his next class, first to arrive 5 minutes early as always, he sees you hiding behind the door. The sight of you crouched on the floor makes him jump a little but if anything he’s more confused than anything.

“Y/n?” You quickly shush him and shuffle yourself further into your hiding spot.

“Sorry, but why are you hiding behind the door?” Seonghwa whispers walking over and quietly shutting the door so you could talk properly.

“I’m in trouble.” You say quickly, peeking your head up to the bottom of the window of the door checking the hallway.

“What did you do this time?”

“Rude, I haven’t done anything.” You answer back slightly offended that your best friend since childhood thought you were the cause of all this.

“There’s this guy Seungmin, I hardly know him and he decided a couple of weeks ago to confess to me out of nowhere.” Seonghwa’s heart fell to the floor, he knew by the way you were hiding that you rejected him, but he couldn’t help the anxiety he felt over it, not only did someone else like you but you rejected him and it just made Seonghwa worry if you’d do the same to him if he ever dared to confess one day.

“I rejected him as nicely as I could but that didn’t seem to be enough for him, he’s been following me around like a lost puppy ever since. He keeps trying to ask me out, he leaves flowers and poems in my locker and any time he’s around me he’s all up in my personal bubble and gets really touchy, and I keep telling him I’m not interested but it never works. So that’s why I’m hiding.” You let out a sigh once you finished sliding your way back down the door to sit on the floor.

“It sounds to me like you need a way to get this guy off your back, you can’t be hiding in classrooms the rest of your school life.” Your head fell into your hands knowing Seonghwa was right but you had no idea how to shake Seungmin, if you did you’d have done it by now.

“Like damn, this guy is really desperate to be with you. Why don’t you tell him you have a boyfriend or something maybe that’ll help.” Seonghwa crouches down next to you resting a comforting hand on your shoulder as you groan to yourself.

“Seonghwa, you and me both know I’m painfully single, he’ll see right through it.” The thought brewed in your head for a few moments and then it was like a lightbulb went off in your head. You shot to your feet quietly squealing with excitement over your plan.

“You! You could pretend to be my boyfriend!” Seonghwa followed your actions, shooting to his feet and looking at you bewhildered.

“What!”

“Come on, it’s fool proof, you’re my best friend, the person I trust the most in my life and I’m always with you it’s so believable and you’ll only have to act like my boyfriend when he’s around.” You were over the moon with your plan but Seonghwa on the other hand was having an internal war with himself over it. The pros being he gets to pretend to be with you, gets to for brief moments treat you the way he so desperately wants to, but the cons were what made his heart sink...it would be fake.

“I don’t know y/n.”

“Come on, like you said I can’t spend the rest of my school life hiding in classrooms so if you could help me with this I’ll be more than grateful.” He wanted to slap the stupid out of him but he nodded to you before his brain could even catch up with everything.

“Really!? Thank you! I owe you big time I really do.” You throw your arms around him giving him a quick hug.

“It’s okay, but you should get going class is in 2 minutes and your next class is the other side of campus.” He chuckles trying to shove you to the door.

Lunch rolls around and you’re sat with your group as usual. The whole canteen could probably hear you all with San and Mingi screeching, Wooyoung laughing and Yunho trying to shout over them to talk to the rest of you. It was safe to say your table tended to gain a lot of attention but today it gained the attention of a certain someone. Being wedged between Seonghwa and Jongho and too engrossed in what Yunho had to say you didn’t notice Seungmin approaching your table.

“Y/n?” Seonghwa whispers to you giving you a small nudge to gain your attention.

“Don’t look but that guy you were talking about is on his way over here.” You feel your body tense up and your eyes widen as you look at Seonghwa who has his eyes fixed on Seungmin who was getting closer and closer.

“We need think fast, what do you want to do?” Seonghwa was purely playing his roll based on you and what you felt comfortable with, if it was up to him he’d shower you with love and affection but he’s not going to over step any lines.

You wrack your brain for a couple of seconds quickly thinking of something...anything. You shuffle closer to Seonghwa, your thigh pressed against his and interlocked your arm in his leaning into him as you rest your chin on his shoulder looking up at him with big eyes while he gives you a soft smile in return.

Watching the scene unfold in front of him Yeosang shoots Seonghwa a questioning look, remembering their conversation last week. Seonghwa glances at the younger and waves him off signaling he’ll explain it to him later but Yeosang can’t help but keep his confused gaze on the both of you. You’re determined to keep your eyes fixed on Seonghwa hoping he’ll let you know if the coast clears. Seonghwa has half of his attention on the group, chiming in where he can so everything looks normal, the other half of his attention is purely on Seungmin who stopped in his tracks when he saw how you were with Seonghwa. It took a few moments for Seungmin’s movements to start again but this time he walked in the opposite direction to your table, leaving you in peace.

“I think he’s leaving.” Seonghwa whispers looking over to Seungmin’s figure shrinking the further away he got. You turn your head a little to look for yourself but you hear a small hiss from Seonghwa.

“Don’t move just yet, he may come back, play it safe for now.” It was true that he didn’t want Seungmin coming back to bother you but most of the truth lied in the fact he didn’t want you to move away from him, the close proximity had his heart pounding out of his chest but the warmth spreading throughout his body felt so nice he didn’t want it to end.

“I guess your plan seems to be working.” Seonghwa chuckles to you making you giggle in return.

“I guess it is.”

Weeks have gone by and your plan has been a hit and miss. When you’re with Seonghwa Seungmin leaves you alone, he hovers around keeping you in his line of sight but never approaches you, however, when Seonghwa isn’t around that’s when you’re in trouble. Just like right now.

It was coming to the end of your free period. You’d spent your time in the library “doing work” when really you were too busy scrolling through various social media apps and seeing as you had 15 minutes left before your next class you felt it would be good to pack up now and get a head start. And that’s when Seungmin found you. Headphones in, you were in your own world as you stuffed books into your locker and sifted around for the ones you needed, you didn’t notice Seungmin leaning against the locker next to yours. Shutting the door to your locker you jump out of your skin when you see him waiting for you, a wide grin on his face now he’s alone with you.

“Hi.” He simply greets, shuffling just the tiniest bit closer to you.

“Hi Seungmin.” You start through gritted teeth as you quickly try to think of an excuse to get away from him.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, you’re always with...them.” You knew by “them” he really meant Seonghwa.

“But since you’re here now I want to ask you something.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t stick around...Chemistry starts soon.” You smile your best false smile as you wave your textbook taking a step back from him which he closes in an instant, getting closer then before.

“It’ll only take a second.” You got to give it to him, he’s persistent.

“Look I really...”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me tomorrow night. There’s a new Romcom showing, I know how much you love them.” Oh he couldn’t be more wrong, everyone who knew you knew you’d rather stick pins in your eyes than sit through a stupid Romcom.

“Oh, thank you but I can’t, I have a...a...study group tomorrow.” You’re really thinking on your toes now, throwing out anything that came to mind, but it looked like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Every step you took away from him he’s take two more towards you.

The bell rang signaling for everyone to get ready and head to class but there you were still trying to get away from Seungmin who was dropping different days for you to go out with him and different “date” ideas.

At this moment Seonghwa turned the corner of the corridor where you were, a smile gracing his face when he saw you but it quickly fell when his eyes met Seungmin who was now mere inches away from you. He needed to act fast. Approaching the two of you he managed to catch the tail end of the conversation.

“Oh no sorry not that day either I have...”

“Then how’s Wednesday?”

“Oh that’s the 25th right, can’t it’s...”

“Hey you.” Seonghwa beams down at you throwing his arm around your shoulder pulling you in close to him. He could feel the tension leave you slightly but it seemed you were still on edge.

“What are we talking about here? What’s going on Wednesday?” Seungmin’s face dropped as soon as Seonghwa turned up, finally taking a few steps back to create some distance.

“Oh Seungmin was just...”

“Look don’t worry about it, you have a busy schedule I get that. We’ll work something out.” Now it was his turn to give you a false smile and giving a quick glance to Seonghwa and taking note of how his arm was still tightly wrapped around you before taking his leave. A sigh of relief leaves you and you wrap your arms around Seonghwa’s waist in need of comfort.

“Thank you.” You sigh looking up at him as he looks down at you a little wide eyed.

“No need to thank me, you looked like you needed saving so that’s what I did, I’m pretty sure any fake boyfriend would do that.” He laughs a little at his own joke despite the slight pang of pain his heart felt when he had to include the word fake into his sentence.

“Keep saving me like that and I might just fall for you.” You joke lightheartedly with a small giggle as you step away from him. He’s glad you created the distance when you did because if you stayed where it was a guarantee that you’d be able to hear, maybe even feel, how his heart was beating out of his chest right now.

“Are you okay though?” He asks dodging your statement.

“I’m okay, I just wish he’d just accept I’m not interested and I never will be.” Seonghwa gives you a small pitiful smile in response.

“I better head off to class, but I’ll see you at lunch.” You say quickly waving at Seonghwa before you start to jog down the hall to your class, leaving Seonghwa with your words stewing in his head.

Chemistry went by pretty quickly and now you were free for the next hour for lunch and a good thing too because for half of the class you could hear your stomach give out light grumbles. Walking through the doorway of the class you were surprised to be met with Seonghwa who was waiting for you.

“Were you waiting for me?” You lightly tease giving him a gentle poke in the ribs with your elbow.

“Am I not allowed to wait for my best friend to finish class so we can go to lunch?”

“Okay, okay, just let me throw this in my locker first.” You say as you hold up the textbook to him as he nods in reply.

The walk to your locker was short and Seonghwa waited patiently for you to finish what you were doing.

“So the next study session is at my place.” Seonghwa starts, leaning on the locker next to yours.

“I was just wondering if...ah shit.” Seonghwa groans dropping his head back on the lockers. Seungmin was starting to get to Seonghwa now too as he watched him strut his way through the crowd and clearly heading towards you. It’s times like this he wishes he wasn’t such a nice guy and just wished he could tell him to fuck off.

“What?”

“HE’s coming over again.” Seonghwa groans again, his patience wearing thin.

“Nah, he won’t come over, you’re here.”

“Oh really because he seems pretty determined to talk to you again.” You shut your locker door and turn to look in Seungmin’s direction, he was indeed heading your way, waving at you when he noticed you looking in his direction. Your eyes widen and panic sets in, you don’t want a repeat of earlier and it seemed this time Seonghwa’s presence wasn’t going to get you out of it.

“Seonghwa what do I do?” You flap, turning to face him eyes blown wide with panic and Seonghwa’s expression not looking much better. You wrack your brain again in search of a way to get Seungmin away from you, but the only idea you had was pretty drastic but it was the only idea you had.

“Kiss me.” You blurt out. Seonghwa’s eyes widened so much if they got any wider they’d surely fall out of his head.

“What?”

“Kiss me.” You say with more urgency.

“Y/n, I don’t know about that.” He was avoiding it for your sake, if it was up to him he’d have kissed you in a heartbeat but he knew deep down this was all just to get rid of someone so he couldn’t help but hesitate.

“Seonghwa... Shut up and kiss me.” You could hear Seungmin’s footsteps getting closer and Seonghwa wasn’t moving so you took matters into your own hands. Gripping him by the collar of his shirt you pulled him down to you crashing your lips into his. It was like a firework factory had been set alight in Seonghwa’s stomach, his mind going dizzy as your lips moulded to his and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, his body had a mind of it’s own.

Lost in the sensation of Seonghwa’s lips on yours you didn’t notice how Seungmin’s footsteps stopped abruptly. He watched the whole thing unfold, he was denying that you and Seonghwa were “a thing” but now seeing how he held you in his arms and you kissed like air wasn’t a necessity it got the message into his head...you were taken. With a sigh Seungmin hung his head low and walked straight past the two of you unbeknownst to the both of you.

Seonghwa is the first to pull away from the kiss and is quiet for a moment as he let’s himself come to terms with what just happened.

“Well looks like it worked.” He breathed out seeing no sign of Seungmin.

“Oh...Yeah.” You didn’t care about Seungmin right now, actually you’d completely forgotten about him until Seonghwa brought him up.

“Umm...Well...Are you okay?” Seonghwa asks rubbing the back of his neck avoiding eye contact with you.

“Actually...I’m great.” You smile more so to yourself.

“Really?”

“Yeah, this might sound a bit crazy to you but I don’t feel awkward about the kiss at all...it’s like...” Seonghwa brings his eyes to your face now, studying every little movement.

“Like what?”

“Like it felt right, like it should have happened a long time ago.” You could feel a small blush creep up to your cheeks at your confession. You meant every word you said, kissing Seonghwa felt exactly like what you’d been missing in life for so long, like it was the last piece to a puzzle.

“What do you mean?” Seonghwa was refusing to look too deeply into what you were saying out of fear of getting his heartbroken if he misunderstood you.

“I mean...I liked it...I like you...I guess it just took me to kiss you to realise it.” You dropped your head to look at your feet, to you your whole friendship was hung on a thin string. Seonghwa brought your head back up to look at him again, a finger under your chin as he looked over your face again looking for any sign of doubt, to which he found none. That was his message. Cupping your cheek in his hand he pulled you in for another kiss. This one was deeper and it poured out every ounce of love he held for you, how much he wanted you to be his and only his. This time you were the one to pull away with an awestruck look on your face.

“Seonghwa?”

“I like you too y/n, I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, but fuck, I like you so damn much it hurts.” You couldn’t find the right words to say to him, nothing you could think of felt right in that moment.

“Y/n, please, be mine.” He held your face in both hands keeping eye contact with you. Then you nodded, not trusting your mouth to answer for you, so you nodded with a wide smile. In that moment you both found the missing pieces to your puzzles and yet they were in front of you the whole time.

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randomvarious · 3 months

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Today's compilation:

Hard Rock Essentials 2000 Hard Rock / Blues-Rock / Arena Rock / Hair Metal / Pop-Metal / Heavy Metal / Adult-Oriented Rock / Progressive Rock / Pop-Rock

God, classic rock really has to be the most over-entitled and over-represented type of music in America, man. I mean, can you think of any other non-contemporary stuff that has a radio station solely dedicated to it in virtually every nook and cranny of this country? It's pretty obvious why it's managed to own so much radio real estate over the years, though—because it's pure catnip for nostalgic white boomers—but if you zoom all the way out and think about all of the music that's come and gone since the 50s, there's really no justifiable reason for this stuff to get so much more airtime than any other type of music from the past. I mean, classic rock is fine for what it is, but it's definitely not leaps and bounds better than everything else.

Take a song like Foreigner's "Hot Blooded," for instance, which is just one of multiple tracks to appear on this triple-disc compilation of so-called Hard Rock Essentials here that happens to deal with the complex subject matter of, *checks notes*, being extremely horny. "Hot Blooded" was a hit in its day, sure, but so were literally tens of thousands of other songs too. And I guess, at the end of the day, I just don't really understand why this song, and so many other ones that are featured on this comp as well, has earned its keep as a fixture of constant classic rock radio rotation. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, is "Hot Blooded" really all that remarkable of a song, so much so, that we need to keep continuously hearing it on our radios year after year? No way!

But, folks, I have to admit that it is actually far too late for me on this front. I am by no means a boomer, but I was, at one point, part of another segment that, like clockwork, fell prey to classic rock radio too: the insufferable tweenage boy subset who grew exasperated with the mindlessness of his own generation's contemporary top 40 fare and decided that "Smoke On the Water" and other songs of its ilk were actually the best shit in the world. Little did we know at the time, and some of us still refuse to see it, that a lot of this shit was actually every bit just as dumb as the stuff that we were trying to so actively avoid. God, how embarrassing.

But I really just cannot help it at this point. As much sense as I've tried to make at the top of this post, I really did have a substantial classic rock phase, and now that shit is just hard-coded into my own DNA. Quiet Riot's "Cum On the Feel the Noize" is not a song that deserves to ever be heard by anyone ever again—it's so fucking bad!—but God damnit, I can't stifle the smile that starts to plant itself on my face whenever that stupid thing comes on. And it's much the same for the vast majority of the other tracks that are on this comp too.

So, while Hard Rock Essentials might be revered as a biblical classic rock sampling for both a certain type of tweenage boy and white boomer alike, for me, personally, it's nothing but security blanket rock. This is music that served me well years ago, and I've clearly outgrown it too, but there are also times when I just love to go back and swaddle myself in it as well 😊. And if I'm with someone who swears by this kinda stuff, I'm obviously gonna fully rock out to it with them too, but then maybe, afterwards, I can make their heads explode with a piece of Philadelphia shoegaze from 1996 that only has 26 YouTube views 🤯.

And I'm not gonna really get too much into it here, but we also really need to have some kind of deep reckoning with this whole propped-up and closed-looped classic rock industry that serves itself with all these nearly identical radio station playlists, cheaply produced TV countdown shows, and countless 'greatest of all time' lists on tons of different websites. I'm not trying to do conspiratorial tin foil hattery, but this whole apparatus really needs to have a stick thrown into its spokes, because it's been dominant as an unchallenged authority on classic rock for far too long. Rather than yet another spin of "Rock You Like a Hurricane," a much more thorough exploration of this vast expanse is indeed possible; I can promise you that.

Highlights:

CD1:

Ted Nugent - "Cat Scratch Fever" Great White - "Once Bitten, Twice Shy" Kansas - "Carry On Wayward Son" Quiet Riot - "Cum On Feel the Noise" Warrant - "Heaven" Judas Priest - "You've Got Another Thing Coming" Loverboy - "Lovin' Every Minute of It" Blue Öyster Cult - "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" Scandal - "The Warrior" Living Colour - "Cult of Personality" Mountain - "Mississippi Queen" Argent - "Hold Your Head Up"

CD2:

Foreigner - "Hot Blooded" Bad Company - "Feel Like Makin' Love" INXS - "Need You Tonight" Damn Yankees - "High Enough" Ratt - "Round and Round" Skid Row - "I Remember You" Black Sabbath - "Heaven and Hell" The Doobie Brothers - "China Grove" White Lion - "Wait" April Wine - "Just Between You and Me" Twisted Sister - "We're Not Gonna Take It"

CD3:

Whitesnake - "Is This Love" Golden Earring - "Radar Love" Joe Walsh - "Rocky Mountain Way" Scorpions - "Rock You Like a Hurricane" The Allman Brothers Band - "Whipping Post" Uriah Heep - "Easy Livin'"

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imnobodyuknow · 2 months

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"All right, it's time! Here's ImNobodyUKnow to tell you all about his..."

"Er..."

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"...Seriously?"

*snort* Hmm? What? ...Oh! Oh, yeah. I guess I should do this part myself. So sorry! *AHEM*

So! What sort of antics do you think would take place if the Forger family decided to go on a family "ooting" to the countryside of Asahigaoka, whether for a vacation or a mission disguised as a vacation, and visit the Miyauchi family? I bet I could write volumes on the subject (and given the chance, I probably would), but we'll just focus on one possibility for now -- I can easily imagine Anya getting along well with Renge and her friends, even though they live in very different worlds (very, very different, in fact), but what sort of things would they do together? I don't know about you, but one of the first things that came to my mind was this: Renge and Shiori inducting Anya into their secret organization!

Which secret organization am I referring to, you may wonder?

I hope they don't mind me blabbing about it. 😅 See this video for the (mostly) full context.

So with that idea in mind, allow me to introduce the complete crew with its newest member from Ostania!

As you can see, the grown-ups with them are thrilled to see them proudly representing the forces of good! ...Well, at least the women are. 😏

Shiori and Renge were relatively easy to draw -- as you can see, they're wearing the same outfits and expressions as they are in the screenshot and making the same poses:

Anya might be their newest member, but she's a natural at making the same pose!

She might believe the Cosmos Detectives are a real organization, knowing her. 😄

Since she's never actually made this pose (as far as I know, anyway), I did my best to duplicate it for her, using some official art for her expression (changing her eyes a bit to make her look more assertive) and a figurine picture for her outfit:

I'll be darned if that summer outfit doesn't have some crazy detail. 😳

Meanwhile, Loid's wearing a simple green shirt and a "What are they doing?" sort of expression:

For him, I used a screenshot of his profile and rotated it a bit:

The ladies, on the other hand, are delighted by the girls' enthusiasm.

For Yor's face, I used a screenshot of her profile and one of her smiling.

As you may have noticed, her outfit (or at least what you can see of it), is identical to the one in the second screenshot, but with a more summery-looking headband.

Kazuho's pose, expression, and outfit also came from a screenshot:

Both of the ladies were rotated as well, as you can see. I'm not entirely sure, but I think I might be getting a little better at drawing perspective. I'll let y'all decide that one, I guess. 😊

And finally, the environment is largely based on the one in the screenshot of Shiori and Renge. I definitely could've done the trees in the far background a little better, but that kind of shading is a little tricky to do with colored pencils (and not something you can undo if you mess it up). It was tricky for me, anyway, so I guess that's something I'll want to work on that. (Or at least I could sharpen them a little more next time. 🙄)

But overall, I'm pretty pleased with how this picture came out. I'm not surprised, considering how adorable the characters in it are, plus the idea was a fun one to illustrate. 😊 Again, I'd probably go wild with ideas about these two families meeting one another (or rather, this family and this pseudo-family meeting one another), but I'll save that idea for another time. Besides, a glimpse is better than nothing, right?

And with that, Operation Spy x Family x Non Non Biyori Drawing is complete!

...G'night. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

#outcore #lumi #non non biyori #shiori #renge miyauchi #kazuho miyauchi #spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #pencil art #colored pencil art #“Nee-nee?” “Yes Ren-chon?” “What's a pistol with a silencer?”

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anomalouscorvid · 9 months

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Blorbo bingo whatever OC you're most fervently rotating at the moment!

for me to answer this for an oc.... hmmmmm well as can be assumed from my recent posts about him i've been mind-rotating my fl fan character elphinstone (not many posts in that tag) so i guess i'll do this for him

some of these might not seem right for a character that i myself have made, but here's some explanations:

writers dropped the ball on them / unwillingly have come around to them - there is a chance that elphinstone was actually my first (first humanoid?) fl oc, before carrie started to become an actual oc. (my memory of that time (2021-early 2023) is flimsy to non-existent though, even ignoring normal difficulty in remembering that kind of precise date lmao) and yet, for a long time, i didn't even briefly reference her existence, definitely no art of her. and she was barely a character. she had, like, 2 traits: being a snuffer (lore wiki link, basically face-stealing candle-eating humanoids), and being a zoologist. that's it. and yes even now i haven't talked much about her actual personality/concept yet (words... are not easy to word. i'm finding it easier to show how she acts/reacts) but that's just a case of not having actually posted the thoughts that exist, at that point i didn't even consider much about it. actually no wonder i never did anything with her, i didn't have anything i could do with her

i can make them worse / actively plotting their demise - elphinstone is to some extent partially defined by being great at running away from things, but i can't promise he won't get eaten or shot or end up drowning at some point in the future in his current timeline... also he's absolutely being made worse, (this part is linked to 'is a war criminal' too) for starters this individual's sense of morality could be soooo inconsistent but overall gradually weakening <3

although actually i lied she isn't much of a war criminal. just an average criminal really. i mean, she'd be a war criminal, if she had the chance to, but she's never had that chance. very tragic. i could absolutely see her shooting someone who's surrendering or ignoring those not on her side when taking care of the severely wounded or participating in war activities while under a protected medical symbol

need them to crack my spine - nothing to say about this one, not only would snuffers' physical strength make this especially easy for her to do (cracking bones is her favourite violent activity!), she'd also be great at slurping out organs. i mean, i don't think she'd want to eat organs, actually related thought could something that eats only wax be considered kind of herbivorous (maybe if you stretch the definition a bit)? anyway either way she wouldn't have a reason to, but she'd be great at it

pretty privilege - going for a particularly feminine presentation in (neathy) victorian society might not be the better option in regards to how they're treated (although the neathy version has been shown to be wayyy more relaxed about that stuff compared to real victorian society), but they think it lets them look way nicer. and theyre right. just a pretty little guy (gender-neutral)

#they're actually 5'9 so maybe not little either #but they're still fairly conventionally pretty. although maybe the tomb-colonist bandages detract from that?#elphinstone (oc)

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kellanved-ammanas · 8 months

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Sniper Ships & Pals: Pyro - Shopping Together

Shopping to refill the base’s pantry normally fell on rotation to the people willing to do it and could be trusted to. Which didn’t include Sniper as he opted out. Pyro went sometimes but only ever with others, never alone and never was he in charge of the trip. The fact that it was a new place made this an even more unideal scenario.

“It ain’t even a big store, how are we having so much bloody trouble with this?” Sniper said as he frowned down at their shopping list.

“Maybe we should call this good enough,” Pyro said, forcing himself to speak loud enough to be heard through the mask.

“Eh, I guess we could just lie and say we ate everything we can’t replace. Or tell the truth, though that likely wouldn’t turn out well.”

“Don’t tell the truth.” They’d get in trouble if they did. Slacking off on guard duty in general was frowned upon but leaving the base entirely – even if it was to try to hunt a deer Sniper had thought he’d seen in the woods – was a big no-no. Still the process of moving into the base, the security cameras weren’t even active yet though. Meaning no one would’ve ever known they gone for a few hours if the raccoons Soldier had insisted bringing with them hadn’t gotten into the kitchen. Free and uncontested, they eaten and/or destroyed basically everything in the pantry and fridge. Which left Sniper and Pyro with no choice but to make an emergency run to the store to try to replace everything to make it look like nothing happened whatsoever before the rest of the team returned to the base with the rest of their stuff tomorrow morning.

“Yeah, let’s not. Lying’s still an option though even if neither of us like half the stuff we’re missing.”

“Most of it’s Spy’s stuff, right?”

Sniper shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Pyro stepped around to where Sniper stood, one hand resting on the shopping cart’s handle, the other holding the shopping list. At a gesture, Sniper handed him the list, allowing him to pull it close to the gas mask’s lenses so he see it better. It was still bit hard to read but Pyro had a lot of practice looking at stuff through the tinted lenses. Almost everything Sniper had crossed out, this trip was mostly a success. The things they were missing though, would they be noticed? … Probably. Because it was indeed mostly Spy’s fancy foods they were missing and Spy was the type to notice. And also the type to raise a stink about others stealing his food; lying would earn them his ire.

“We might need to go to a fancy store for this stuff.” Pyro looked back up at Sniper to hand him the list back. He didn’t even know what caviar really was only that Spy liked it and apparently so had the raccoons because the tin of it had been licked thoroughly clean.

Sniper groaned. “Yeah, probably.”

“I could do the rest of the shopping alone while you wait in the car.” Pyro didn’t fancy that idea, the suit made it hard for people not used to it to understand him and often got him treated poorly. But if Sniper was having a really bad time and didn’t want to continue doing all the talking and stuff, Pyro could put up with it for a little while.

“Nah, you don’t gotta do that. Let’s go pay for this and then let’s go see if we can’t find out which fancy store ‘round here Spy got his fancy shit from.”

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necro-hamster · 2 years

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do you have any advice for digital artist who is just getting started with digital? i have a cheap tablet (wacom) and i use photoshop. thank you!<3 sorry for bad english

ok first of all your english is really good, dont apologize <3 second of all yeah i can give some advice! keep in mind that i am not a professional by any means, im just a 20 y/o who's mostly self taught. took a couple of classes in high school but honestly they didnt teach me much beyond what i already knew unfortunately. still, self taught is something, and clearly my art is decent enough that people enjoy it and are coming to me for advice, so! here's a list of advice i can think of.

stop using photoshop. this might be a bold one to start out with, but don't use photoshop for drawing, man. i know how to use photoshop REALLY well, i'm like taught in it. and that program is ASS even at editing photos, much less drawing. it's outdated and overpriced and really needs to stop being an industry standard. it's one thing if that's the program you've been using for years and you're comfortable with it, but if you're just starting out? ditch that shit. i personally use both sai2 and clip studio paint, but both of those are paid programs. not that i paid for them, but yknow. if you don't want to pirate or pay, some good free programs include krita and sketchbook pro ! also most programs come with a free trial you can test out.

the deform tool is ABSOLUTELY your friend, especially in the sketching phase. the face looks a little off? adjust it a bit instead of redrawing it. make it look perfect. leg not in the proper place? grab it and move it! just keep in mind that you should generally do this before you line/paint/etc. it's best to make these adjustments to the sketch, because oftentimes deforming something will reduce the quality of it. this depends on both the program and the amount of adjustment being done, but as just a general rule best to get this out of the way early on.

flip your canvas. a lot. this will REALLY help you. say you're drawing a guy standing up straight, and you're like huh, this looks kinda weird, but i can't tell why. it just looks super off for some reason. flip the canvas, and i can promise you that that drawing will be leaning all sorts of ways that will be immediately obvious to you once you're looking at it from that angle. make it look good from that angle too and it'll look WAY better from the normal angle.

on the same note, rotate your canvas! it'll really help you out just like rotating a piece of paper when you're drawing traditionally. a lot of people seem to just... not want to do this for some reason? but it's really a big help.

using references isn't just okay, it's something you should ABSOLUTELY be doing. idk why people online used to constantly cry about how using references is cheating, but it's not. using references is a great aid and will drastically improve your art.

use clipping masks !! say, you want to put some sparkles on your character, but you only want them on the character, not the background. instead of tediously going around the character and erasing the leftover sparkles from your brush, you can just make the layer of sparkles a clipping mask above your character layer, and that's it. no cleanup necessary, it'll only be on your character. this is a HUGE help.

experiment with shit!!!! play with brush settings, layer effects, textures, anything. get to know your program, and use everything you have at your disposal. nothing worse than finding out about a feature and thinking 'awh man i wish i knew about this three year earlier' but you just never found it because you never bothered clicking on that button.

i don't have much else at the moment, but if yall have any specific questions go ahead and hit me with em i guess

#kris.txt #ask #anon #art advice #long post

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chefeader · 1 month

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Life Update 23 March'24

ik i have being inactive but thats cus i had no time to post i guess i did but i was lazy. i did last 5 mock exams online as i wasn't feeling well and one day i was just in fear of getting 300 lol. anyways now onwards i aint writing any more online exams cus the satisfaction of offline is better even if i score low.

how are you guys doing? giving mocks, revising and completing the leftover syllabus / backlog is rlly imp in this time.

i have to make short notes for waves, fluid mech and rotation , i might dedicate a day for this. i have full syllabus from tomorrow and i was a mess idk what to revise and what not i just did some things lol. idk i've become so slow and messed up this week.

i have lot of mocks coming up. also im following Tamanna maam (adda247neet) crash course now (mostly for question practice sessions ) its rlly helpful and she is my last hope to build concepts thru questions, i have finished my phy syllabus from umeed crash course of alakh sir, i did modern physics from tamanna maam old one shots thou.

chemistry ill be just revising and doing question practice mostly, i have to make formula sheet for thermo, eqm and mole concept. and organic sheet for amines. and exceptions sheet for inorganic.

bio im weak in plant and animal kingdom, biological classification, morphology and anatomy, so ill try to read these in mornings i think repetition will help me remember them. i like all except plant kingdom lol it sucks idk why.

lets see what i start scoring in full mocks now ill be analyzing them properly now onwards and practicing. i think it is very much possible for anyone to go from 300/400 to 600+ in this month, ive seen many stories, nothing is impossible guys every human has limitless potential, you need to believe in yourself thats all.

So yes these are my backlogs/ things left to do. ill try to post often now. also im the dedicated question solving batch of bio in my institute so we have some human physio chaps to solve dpp of till wednesday and update in excel how many q we did lol, and to be in the batch we need to keep our bio score 280-300 or just higher than the class average etc.

going to give it my all, and then leave it on god knowing i have done my max from my side and i will not take anymore drops im sick and tired now jo hoga ab dekha jayega. a little motivation down

" rab ke ghar mai der hai andher nahi <3 "

#neet2024 #study aesthetic #study motivation #studyspo #chemistry #physics #neetcore #neetpreparation #productivityboost #biology

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The Mochi Prosperity Challenge!

Round 1, House 2- Turner

-Told yah I would have better screenshots this time!-

"What the...?"

-Oh, hello Benjamin! How are you and Ethan doing?"

"Again.... What the?"

-TLDR I am Mochi and I am in charge of helping this neighborhood out and thrive! Do not worry whether or not I am real or not, or if you are or not.-

"I was not worried about that...I might be now.."

-Lovely. How is the house treating you?-

"Quite small I must admit. But I guess with it just Ethan and I now it really does not matter the size."

-Yes well, I only have so much to work with. Tell me about yourself!-

"Ah, yes, I am Benjamin Turner, I am a single father to my dear boy Ethan here, and I strive to be the chief of medicine one day."

-Ah what a cutie Mr. Ethan is!-

"Yes, he takes after me I would say. Honestly though I ... I don't remember if he takes after his mother or not."

-I will say he takes after you don't worry your little head of such trivial matters such as...-

"Such as my missing wife?"

-I wouldn't say she's missing... Rather just ... not here.-

"hmm."

-The house seems quite cozy for sure huh...I swore I made it bigger.-

"You built this house? How? You're not even real"

-I don't think now is the time to get into what is real or not, and I don't think you'll win this argument.-

"I beg to differ, I am a smart man. Either way, I am on the hunt for a job!"

-Chief of Medicine... Do you think it would be on the classified page of the newspaper?-

"Now come on. Of course not. But maybe a starting position is."

"Drat there seems to be nothing up my alley, I shall take what I get I guess. How does oceanography sound?"

-It sounds wet and stinky.-

"Wonderfully perfect!"

-Okay weirdo, I will assume you are a slob aren't yah?-

"Huh how'd you guess?"

-Guess I am just lucky...-

"Well better get my dear boy Ethan a nanny for when I am at work."

-I love that you are doing that, because I would hate to have my second household to have a child taken away.-

"Second household?"

-Yes! You are apart of my little experiment in this neighborhood. The are five families, and you are second in my rotation!-

"I do love experiments, I just am not sure if I consented for me nor my son to be apart of one..."

-NONSENSE I have the consent forms right here. Nevermind that. When do you start your job?-

"... 3 am tomorrow."

-Oh, ew.-

"Yeah I will concur with that statement."

-How sweet!-

"Saying goodbye before work to my little man. He's my number one here."

-:) very cute. I love the little family dynamic you have going on-

-Gooooood luck Benny boy!-

"Don't call me that."

-What the hell...-

"googoo"

-Oh Ethan! Sorry! I shouldn't be saying inappropriate words in front of you!-

*giggle*

-Ethan your nanny is....special. She's been standing there for hours staring at nothing and doing nothing. Maybe she's broken?-

*coos*

-I see your father needs to teach you to talk. I am not sure how many milestones we will be able to do this round for you before your birthday.-

"Dear me that was the most unfun thing I have ever experienced"

-Dear you lol-

"I'm sorry?"

-Never mind. Maybe tomorrow's newspaper will have your chief of medicine on the front page!-

"Don't be smart."

-I thought you liked smart!-

-Speaking of smart your little one seems to be swimming in your toilet.-

"Ethan, honey, no please. Daddy's too tired for this"

-The joys of single parenthood.-

"I mean honestly is it going to hurt him... Maybe he's trying to be like me, I come home wet and stinking of fish from this job. Like Dad like son?"

-Whatever floats your boat dude.-

-It seems I was right bout ya'll not having enough time for proper milestones. But at least hes growing up happy! Happy birthday dear boy. Our neighborhoods first birthday!-

"We got this little one, make a wish! Daddy will try his best to make it come true."

-Sweet!!! Don't make me cry.-

"Hi Mochi!"

-Hello, Ethan! How is your birthday going?-

"So fun!"

"Okay, Dad! Lets dance before you gotta work!"

"Oh Ethan, okay. If it makes you happy it makes me happy."

-I love the sweet autonomous moments like this :)-

-First day! Kick butt little one!-

"I'm not that little anymore Mochi!"

-Surrrrre. Literally aged from a toddler less than 12 hrs ago but sure.-

-Oh, you're both home at the same time! How was school and work?-

"My grades aren't great..."

-I don't think they normally would be on your first day. Don't worry your wanna be doctor dad is probably gonna help you get them to A's asap!-

"Who knocked over our trash?! Ethan was it like this when you went to school?"

"No Daddy!"

-I think it was the nanny when ya'll left..-

"Okay kiddo. School work time!"

-Told yah Ethan, Benny boy here wants you to go to private school. Ain't no way he gonna let you slack off.-

"Ain't ain't a word miss Mochi!"

-Ethan. I like you. Lets keep it that way.-

-How's the hunt Benjamin?-

"Still nothing! I would even take being a candy striper!"

-How ...How old are you?-

"Huh? Why?"

-I do not think candy stripers are a thing anymore.-

-oooo! Our first chance card!-

-Hell yeah we love promotions. Maybe next round I'll give yall a little renovation to the house. Get you and Ethan your own bedrooms.-

"I wouldn't mind that!"

"Oh, Hello Emmy!"

-Emmy! How is my girl doing?-

"Came to say hello! Benjamin is my closest friend here in the neighborhood!"

-He's off limits.. Ya'll are founders, so just friends for you.-

"OH MOCHI! No! Nothing like that. I don't even think we're attracted to each other!"

-Oh would you look at that yeah no chemistry. But best friends! And so quick wow!.-

"Fudge!!"

-Ethan!-

"I said fudge!"

-Its the intent though. Either way. How was school.-

"I got a B"

-That's great! Is dad helping with homework at night?-

"Yes! That's why I thought it would be an A by now!"

-It takes time!-

-Oh Emmy is still here!-

-.... what? Why are you talking about that with a child sleeping like 2 feet away-

"We aren't being nasty! He'll learn about it sooner or later anyways! He's the son of a soon to be Chief of Medicine!"

-Benny boy, I hate to break it to yah but soon is maybe not the right word since you haven't even landed a job in the medicine field.-

"Stop calling me Benny boy!"

-No its cute-

"Its not."

-Hey Emmy I think its time to leave girlie. Nearly time to go for me and the boys seem dead tired.-

"Oh yes, of course. Thanks for having me Benj.... Benny boy! *giggle*"

*Benjamin glares*

"Have a good time Emmy. Mochi you're not funny."

-I think I am!-

-My sleepy second household comes to the end of their first round. I think they'll be my favorite. But theres more to see! Hopefully this week or weekend I will get part 3 up!:)-

#sims #sims 2 #sims 2 challenge #sims 2 screenshots #sims 2 stories

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britesparc · 1 year

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Weekend Top Ten #571

Top Ten Things by Daughter #2

So every year I hand over my glorious, shining blog to my progeny to allow them to mucky it all up for their birthdays. And that time has come round again as we celebrate the anniversary of Daughter #2 gracing us with her presence. It was the same day the Mercedes garage near our house installed a giant rotating logo, funnily enough. Put it in your diary.

Anyway, I asked her a while ago what she wanted to write and she just decided to list “everything”. So that’s what this is: a list of everything. It’s basically her top ten everything of all time ever. She wrote it out for me in her little diary, which has a lock on it, and I couldn’t open it, so I’ve had to wait until she allowed me to see the list.

And that’s really that for this week! She obviously hasn’t written great screeds on the subject because, well, she can’t be arsed doing my work for me. I’ve tried to elucidate slightly on the items in her list, because I think with the best will in the world they might need a tiny bit of explaining in some cases. But as is the case with all these lists that I get my brood to contribute too – and also some of the early Top Tens I wrote, flush with the joys of new parenthood – they serve as a nice snapshot of where we all are at this moment. These are the things she likes right now, as she turn eight. Future generations will look back and wonder whether it’s entirely appropriate to show too much Tim Burton to a primary schooler. Or ask just what the hell is up with “lilac”.

Anyway, here you go. Have at it, and happy birthday.

Baby Betsy: so, this is her little dog, Betsy; I’m not allowed to say plush dog or toy dog, she’s just a dog, okay? It’s “Baby” Betsy because it’s the small, baby form of her Nanna’s dog, “Big” Betsy (who is, herself, pretty small). Does that make sense? So Betsy at number one totally tracks, because this is her “Woody” (god I wish that character had a different name), her little friend who she takes everywhere.

Mummy: yeah, okay, this makes sense too. Who doesn’t love their mum? And Daughter #2 has such a sense of feminine style that she requires a role model to, well, do her hair. Coz I can’t do plaits. Sorry.

Daddy: honestly surprised I’m this high. I’ll take it.

Puppies: like, in general; all puppies. She’s dog-mad. All she wants in life is a ton of puppies. Everything is canine-related. Might buy her Cujo for her birthday.

Dumbo (2019): yes, I double-checked, and this isn’t the character, she really does mean the 2019 live-action film by Tim Burton. It’s better than the other one, she says. I’m not sure I agree, although it is less racist. Also, it’s worth highlighting that Dumbo is (low bar here) one of the best live-action Disney “reimaginings”, succeeding by focusing on Dumbo (the character) as being an adjunct to the human family drama that’s unfolding. It also does well by continuing for a good 45 minutes after the point where the initial film ended, having Michael Keaton play – well – a villainous, fictionalised version of Walt Disney but with better hair. It manages to be a sweet, Paddington-esque drama but also lean into some Burton wackiness, and completes his trilogy of Films With Danny DeVito That Have A Circus In Them. Also: two Penguins.

Art: like, art. I think she means, y’know, drawing and painting. Not specifically the concept of art – including everything from song to prose to Candy Crush Saga – and nor does she refer to the 1994 play by Yasmina Reza. Just, like, painting and whatnot.

Lasagne: like her father and his messiah (Garfield), she loves lasagne. Nothing more to say here. It’s delicious. I want some now.

Books: yeah, she’s being a bit all-encompassing with some of these isn’t she? “All books”. Books are great and all, but despite being a very advanced reader for her age, I guess she’s not really that well-read in the grand scheme of things. Maybe she’ll think less of books by the time she gets round to Digital Fortress by Dan Brown.

Lilac (the colour): your guess is as good as mine.

Wednesday (2022): no, not the day, nor even the character; she means the show. She might be putting the cart before the horse a little bit coz we’ve only watched two or three episodes so far; maybe it falls off a cliff. Maybe it becomes less like the good Barry Sonnenfeld movies, and more like the ropey, middle-of-the-road animated movies. Anyway, I’m pleased that she likes Wednesday, for three reasons: (1) I wanted to watch it anyway; (2) it’s a proper TV programme that we can all enjoy, unlike some of the other stuff she makes us watch; and (3) maybe this and Dumbo will be a gateway drug to more Tim Burton and we can watch Batman and Batman Returns this year. Remember: a kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it!

#top ten #daughter #birthday #kids #wednesday #dumbo #tim burton

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female-malice · 2 years

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Okay, so to be honest I have never enjoyed watching sports. But I really appreciate your perspective I've seen on feminist posts about how it's not just like another hobby, and is something we should support. I guess it's not great that I only realized this now but I can see why it's so important. And while I've never seen the appeal of men's sports I love seeing your reblogs about women's basketball and tbh I see the appeal, I just don't know anything about it or where to get started. Any tips?

I've got a wee little basketball side blog you could check out.

If you're just looking into the sport and you've never played it before, it probably looks crazy. It probably looks like 10 women running back and forth screaming at each other. And then a ref blows a whistle, or doesn't blow a whistle, and they're really screaming. And it's like "okay? What happened?? Why are they so mad???"

I think the most helpful things to understand about basketball are the positions and fouls.

Each team has five players on the court at a time. There are five positions. Point guard, shooting guard, small forward, power forward, center. But there are way more than five types of players. Many players play multiple positions. Many players have skillsets that aren't normally seen in their position. The more someone plays outside a defined role, the more difficult it is to match up against them. These strange players usually become superstars. Each game, a team rotates 8-10 players in different combinations of 5. The opposing team has to counter them with their own rotation of players that match up well.

Fouling plays a bigger role in basketball than in any other sport. Breaking the rules deliberately can help a team control the pace of the game. Tricking an opponent into breaking the rules can help a team gain more possessions and points. And physical players spend the entire game breaking the rules in tricky ways that referees can't catch. The more veteran a player, the more sneaky rule-breaking tricks they have up their sleeve. Most fouls in the game are called personal fouls. A foul with extreme or unnecessary brutality is called a flagrant foul. And a foul where a player breaks codes of conduct is a technical foul. In a sport that's all about breaking rules, a technical foul can be a badge of honor.

So basketball is a sport where the more unique you are, the better. And the more savvy you are about when and where and how to break rules, the better. But if you're just an individualistic rebel and nothing more, you're going to run into problems. Basketball is first and foremost a team sport. All five players in a rotation need to be completely in-sync with each other. They all need to be in constant communication. And they all need to put their common goal of winning before any individual statistical goal they might have. So, on a perfect basketball team, rebellion is a group cause. Individuality and community have to be in balance with each other if a team wants to win.

If you learn some of the different tactics, you can see what the players are communicating about. Screening and pick n rolls on offense. Zone defense versus man-to-man defense strategies. There's all kinds of Xs and Os stuff you can get into. But as long as you understand the positions, fouls, and team identity, you can follow the sport.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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Work It Out

Summary: Spencer realizes that he might just have feelings for his neighbor after seeing her in her workout gear.

A/N: I boofed it. Trying to write a blurb and I ended up writing a whole fic. I will never learn.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Implied that reader is athletic but no mention of her body type)

Category: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings/Includes: bad communication, cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, light spanking, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 2.7k

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Requests Filled:

“blurb idea that’s been living in my head, rent-free: reader is spencer’s neighbor and a dancer, who he has a huge crush on. spencer goes over to her apartment to borrow something and interrupts her daily stretches and spencer gets all flustered because she’s wearing leggings and a sports bra, and she’s so flexible”

“okay so this next thought came to my mind while i was doing some exercise lol: imagine that u started a new routine and you feel super tired at the ten minutes of the video haha, then spencer came back to work and when he see u doing some squats he's so turn on and then he just get close to you from behind and whispers "c'mon bunny, u can't with this, the only thing that u can handle is my cock" and then he just fuck y/n so hard aaaaaaaaa btw i'm the anon who sent that visual the past week of Twitter about the flowery lingerie 😌🙏🏻 —🥀”

“okay so like reader working out in Spencer’s apartment and he’s just watching her and getting all worked up. reader noticed and starts teasing him until he can’t handle it - 🐍”

-- -- --

They’d struck up a friendship almost instantly, from that first day that she moved in. He tried to help her with her boxes but he almost felt like he was holding her back, he got winded just going up and down the stairs on his own, let alone while he carried an entire box he later found out had been full of books. She laughed at him when he placed it down on her kitchen table and read the permanent marker label on the side. He still remembers how light her laugh had made him feel, how perfect it was.

From that first day things were just easy, effortless. He liked that he didn’t have to think around her, about work, about anything, he always felt so comfortable around her. Until that day.

The day that he couldn’t find his dustpan and brush after breaking a glass, so he went next door to see if she had one he could borrow. When he knocked on the door and heard a small ‘it’s open’, he walked in as normal, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight.

The furniture in her living room was pushed to the walls as she stretched in the centre of the room. He was sure there must’ve been a name for the pose she was in, but all he could concentrate on in that moment was how her body looked in the spandex of her leggings and sports bra. The smooth way her body contorted into strange shapes, the way her back arched so perfectly, and the way he could make out every curve of her body in a way he’d never really noticed before.

Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice his staring as she concentrated on her movements before finishing up her pose.

“What’s up Spence?” she breathed once she relaxed, turning her eyes to him.

And for a moment he wanted to turn around and run away. He was almost positive that his face was a glowing shade of pink, he could feel the heat as it radiated off of his cheeks while she looked at him expectantly.

“Uh, I um- A glass!” he stuttered out, “I broke a glass” he finally managed but she still just looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“Okay, we’re really low on news today I see” she laughed, and he sort of wished she hadn’t, because it’s his absolute favorite sound.

“Sorry, I wanted to- I uh- I came over to see if you had a sweeping brush?” the words almost get caught in his throat but he fights to get them out, and he’s more proud than he really should be.

“Oh, under the sink!” she tells him, and he makes quick work of finding it before mumbling his ‘thanks’ and rushing back to the safety of his own apartment.

It’s a day he could never forget, even if his memory was normal. And part of him wished he could forget, because he knows that that’s the day he started treating her differently. It wasn’t easy or simple anymore. It was awkward and strange and he had a huge, stupid crush on her.

-- --

It doesn’t take long for her to notice the little changes in his behavior, the way he avoids her in the halls, or always seems to be inexplicably busy whenever she tries to make plans. And on the odd occasion that they do speak he never seems to be able to hold eye contact. It continues like that for a while until she just can’t take it for another second.

She waits until she knows he’s home, staring out the peephole at the door opposite hers until she sees him open it up and walk inside. She gives him about 5 minutes before she marches over and slams her fist against the door, a lot more urgent than necessary.

When he opens the door he looks tired and deflated, and his tie is undone, hanging around his neck. She can see the fatigue leave his features a second later, only to be replaced by a look of pure shock.

“Y/N?” he asks, like he’s not sure she’s really even there.

“Yeah, can I come in?” she asks, but she’s already maneuvering past him and into his living room like she’d done so many times before he’d gotten strange.

“What are you doing here?” he manages to get out once his shock subsides.

“What’s going on with you Spence? We’re best friends until one day you decide you don’t like me? What’s that about, I just have to pretend like I live next door to a stranger now?”

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. She’s not even sure she can see him breathing as his face begins to flush.

“I’m sorry” he breathes out first, “I wasn’t trying to- okay I was avoiding you, but it’s not because I don’t like you”

“Sure seems like it” she sighs, and for a second he looks heartbroken.

“No!” he blurts out, “It’s not that, I swear” he shakes his head, reaching out to touch her before retracting his grip, thinking the better of it.

“Then what is it Spence?” she looks at him with a softness now, with a pleading behind her eyes, and he can’t hold back anymore.

“It’s because I do like you” he says it like he’s relieved, like it had been gnawing at him, “Because I really like you”

“Like me?” she asks, the realization finally dawning. “As in...”

“As in... romantically?” he can’t look at her when he says it, closing his eyes as if he’s bracing for impact. But the next thing he hears is his favorite sound once again. She laughs at him. It’s not cynical, or rude, it’s the kind that’s filled with joy, and maybe just a little exasperation.

“Well I wish you’d’ve told me that sooner” she says once she’s calmed down, and when he opens his eyes she’s smiling at him, taking a step closer.

“You do?”

“Mmhmm” she nods, “That way, I could’ve let you know all about this crush I’ve been harboring on you for a while now.”

He doesn’t have time to think before she’s got her lips on his, soft and delicate against him. For a minute he can’t really understand what’s happening as her hands reach up to cup his face softly, and they stay there after she pulls back. Her thumbs gently grazing his cheekbones as she admires his shocked expression.

“You’ve had a crush on me?” is the first thing he thinks to say, and she nods, smiling up at him.

“Since that first day when you helped me move in” she admits, and the timeline clicks in his head. She’s wanted this longer than he even had. Something about it puts his mind at ease, the though of being desirable to someone like her just makes him swell with pride in a way he’s not even sure he understands.

“Oh” is all he manages to get out though.

“I know, we gotta work on your self confidence because you, Spencer Reid, are a catch” she smiles at him before diving in for their second kiss.

-- --

It’s probably too crass to say out loud, but his favorite part about moving in together is undoubtedly, her daily exercise routine. Sometimes it’s in the morning, sometimes the afternoon, sometimes the evening. He’s actually starting to suspect that she times it for when she knows he’ll be around to see it.

He waited a little while to confess just know much he thought about her in those leggings. The lilac ones that were still in her rotation. Not that he didn’t find her sexy all of the time, he really did. But there was just something, maybe pavlovian, about seeing her in those lilac leggings. The way they hugged her body, he always found himself staring more than he was proud of.

Whatever routine she’s following this morning has her just a little out of breath. And he pretends to be reading the paper at his desk while she pants less than 10 feet away from him. The sound alone is distracting, but when he glances up and he can see her doing squats, all he can focus on is her ass in those fucking leggings.

“8, 9.... 10″ she breathes out, finishing off with a small groan.

“Too hard?” he chuckles, giving in and laying his paper down.

“No way, I can handle it” she turns around to grin at him before turning back around, starting into another set, counting them out slowly.

He seizes the opportunity and gets up out of his chair, making his way quietly over to her while she concentrates on her form. When he’s finally behind her she’s nearly out of breath again, pushing through the last rep when his hand snakes around her waist and pulls her back against him. He leans in to her ear as he whispers.

“C’mon Bunny, I guess you can handle your squats, but can you handle this” he almost moans it as he presses his already hard cock right up against her ass.

“Fuck” she breathes out in a little gasp, her hands moving up into his hair to pull him closer.

“Do you think you can handle it Bunny?” he groans again, grinding himself against her this time.

“Yes! Yes Spencer please, I can take it” she moans out as his hands begin to roam over her body, gently tracing along the exposed skin between her bra and her leggings, feeling the warmth of it.

“Then be a good Bunny and bend over for me, okay?” he growls against her ear and she moves fast, bending over the back of the sofa, and presenting herself to him. He takes a step back to admire the view for a moment before he’s got his hands on her body again. His fingers go straight to the waistband of the leggings, tugging the smooth fabric down, pulling it until it's gathered around her feet, quickly doing the same with her panties until there was nothing in his way.

“Fuck, you look so good like this” he groans, a soft hand caressing the smooth skin of her ass before rising up and coming back down with a loud slap, followed by a high pitched whine from her.

“Did you like that Bunny?” he asks, gripping a rough handful of her ass as she moans out a meek ‘yes’

So he repeats the action, pulling his hand up only to slam it back down again rough and excited against the now sensitive skin.

“Fuck” she purrs, her legs closing, thighs moving together in an attempt to get some friction. But he puts a stop to that right away, placing one of his feet between hers and kicking them apart so her legs were spread for him.

“If you wanted something Bunny, all you had to do was ask” he teases, moving his hand along the curve of her ass until it was hovering between her legs, where she was desperate and wanting. He purposefully lingers just a moment too long before pushing two fingers inside of her. He’s rewarded with a low moan that pours out of her.

“So wet from just a little spanking, you’re so good for me” he groans, “Do you think you can handle my cock yet sweetheart?”

She can’t help the way she clenches and tightens around his fingers at the very thought. It’s not like they didn’t fill her up, they were so much longer and more agile than her own fingers, but nothing could really compare to his cock.

“Fuck, please” she whimpers, wiggling her hips just a little as though that might help convince him that she deserved it.

“Such a good girl, I think you’ve earned it” as he speaks he pulls his fingers gently out of her, and she forces herself not to while at the loss of contact. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, pumping it himself a few times before he lines up behind her. Though they both love this position, she can’t help but miss watching him. The way his eyes close and and he bites his perfect plump bottom lip. But then he’s easing in and the feeling of him is enough to eclipse every other thought in her head.

“Oh god! Spencer!” she stutters out a moan, her hands flying forward to grab at the cushions on the sofa, digging her fingers into the soft down.

“You feel so good Bunny, always so wet for me” he groans as he pushes the whole way in, burying himself right up to the hilt.

His hands make their home on either side of her hips, his grip is tight as he pulls her back against him at the same time that he pushes his hips forward, slamming in on each thrust with everything he’s got.

Hips hit against her ass each time, rocking right up against the quickly forming handprint there whenever their skin collides. The slight burn only intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.

“So- ah- I’m so close” she manages to moan out in between all the gasps and pants, and without speaking Spencer reaches down to grab the straps at the back of her sports bra, using the leverage to pull her back up. Meeting her halfway he presses his chest right up against her back, one hand snaking around to loosely grip her throat. The other making its way down between her legs.

“Fuck- Spencer- I-” she gasps at his fingers start to run in small circles around her swollen clit, his hips continuing their motions at the same time. All of it building dangerously fast.

“What’s the matter? Too much for you Bunny?” he teases with a groan, right against her ear.

“No!” she rushes out, one of her hands bracing herself against the back of the sofa, the other draping itself loosely over his hand between her legs, encouraging but not interfering with its movements.

“That’s a good girl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock Bunny?”

She doesn’t have time to answer his question before she’s putty in his hands. Melting into his grip as he continues to move inside of her and against her. The only thing keeping her from falling to the ground is her loose grip on the edge of the sofa and Spencers hand around her neck as she moans out his name.

It’s only a few seconds later that his hips begin to stutter and both of his hands are on her hips again, pulling them tight against his own as he grows closer and closer. And then he’s cumming with a rough groan and a bunch of shallow breaths, filling her up entirely as she begins to slump against the sofa once again.

“Spence, fuck” she says with a deep breath, “That was unbelievable”

They’re both covered in a layer of sweat now, and Spencer can feel the hair that’s probably stuck to his forehead. In his exhausted state all he really wants to do is lay down against her back, gathering their breathing again. But he knows that’s just his cloudy mind talking. So he manages to loosen his grip on her hips and pull out slowly before rushing to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

He takes it and gently cleans the mess that he made between her legs before it gets the chance to drip down. Once she’s clean he helps her stand upright once again.

Although he’d come a long way with his self confidence there were still times like this where he let himself feel awkward, or unsure. Especially right after he’d just been so bold. But in times like this she knows exactly what to do. Rising up, she places her hands on either side of his face and kisses him, soft and gentle, just for a moment, before pulling back again to look at him.

“Shower?”

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