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I just finished the world quest with Jeht and Azariq and please I'm in love with the Stone Enchanter model. I need him to pin me down and crush me istg
If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore it, but I'm imagining MC being this sheltered Rainforest scholar hiring a group of Eremites to escort her on a mission, only for the weather to turn bad and oh we all have to hunker down for an extended period of time and she's worried that the Eremites will leave once the money runs out but they're just taking the opportunity to get close to their little lady.
Alternatively, doctor!MC who is the primary medic in the camp and she's always there to take care of everyone. What do you mean that Daythunder tripped face first into her tits on purpose? Can't you see that he's hurt??? Yes he needs to squeeze her hips, it's for balance! Honestly 🙄
Alternatively alternatively, barmaid!MC who serves a certain group of Eremites and she's theirs alone. No one else touches her except them, and they love playing with her regardless of who else is looking. Groping her tits when she bends down to pour drinks, grabbing her ass when she turns around, biting her nipple through the sheer fabric of her top if she doesn't escape fast enough etc. (I feel like you wrote this before? I think)
I really just let my hands run away from me adfhk I hope you're doing well! 🌺
darling, I am so incredibly normal about this you have no idea i'm currently biting at the bars of my enclosure
also this turned out way longer than I intended but the brainrot was real for this one ;; the barmaid!reader hc turned out to be the longest and the smuttiest of them all but in my defense it was my absolute favorite one to write and I'm seriously asking begging you guys to please indulge me and send me all your possible barmaid!reader thots (different men, eremites, aus', whatever comes to your mind ;;)
fem!reader, nsfw, reader is implied to be chubby/curvy, LOTS of perviness and big gross pervy men <3
Rainforest Scholar!Reader who hired a group of Eremites because of an important study needing to be conducted near the dangerous territory of the Apam Woods which is known to be inhabited by dangerous fungi and other possibly hostile creatures, not to mention the ever-changing weather environment. For someone who has little-to-no combat training it's basically a suicide mission so you did the next best thing and hired a group of Eremite mercenaries, four big and scary looking men with weapons seemingly bigger than you, wild grins full of sharp teeth and smug voices telling you "It's gonna be okay Little Lady, we've got this".
Well, turned out no one 'got this'. Dear Gods no one got this. The whole journey ended up in a near disaster with a sudden wild storm striking the woods in the middle of studying a group of fungi not only making them hostile and attacking you but also during your and the mercenaries' escape and frantic search for a reletively safe place to wait out the storm you managed to slip and fall straight into a large puddle of water effectively drenching you and ruining your travel clothes.
Although you truly noticed this major detail only after holing up in some beat up shack left to rot in the forest when the cold finally started to seep into your bones. One of the men, Daythunder you believe others called him, pointed out your violent shivering making all the men in the group turn towards you with slight concern on their masked faces.
And indeed you were shivering like a scared puppy, wet clothes clinging at your form, combined with the howling wind making it almost unbearable and the small fire they managed to start did little to keep you warm.
"You need to get outta these clothes Little Lady or you'll catch your death here", a slightly smaller man of the group gruffly said and vaguely motioned towards your figure. You flushed slightly and looked down bashfully, 'Little Lady' they called you, a nickname meant to tease you at first but over the long days of your journey turned into some sort of endearment from the men towards you.
Your thoughts of embarrassment were quickly thrown away by another wave of unpleasant shivers due to your drenched state. You were well aware that if you didn't do something soon, you'd catch pneumonia and only gods know how long you'll be stuck here in the middle of nowhere with a raging storm outside. The only logical thing to do was to strip, let your clothes dry and get warm by the fire but you were surrounded by all these big men and while you trusted them to not make any unwanted moves, it was still a mortifying thought to be almost naked in such a small space among them.
However, even these thought were dissipated quickly enough when Daythunder gently lifted your chin with his finger, making your heart flutter with warmth and look up at his handsome masked face and listen to him quietly murmur that they'll keep you warm and make sure no danger will come for you, please Little Lady.
And so before long you were stripped down to your underwear, sitting in the warm lap of the large blond man, his beautiful tanned skin hot under your slowly warming body as his sturdy arms wrapped around you. Actually, the men surrounded you with their big bodies in a sort of cuddle pile, warming up not only your body but also your heart and lower belly, the tingling sensation only amplifying when you felt the sudden touch of warm, calloused fingers of Daythunder on your knees, slowly traveling up your thighs and massaging along the tired muscles making you let out an embarrassingly pleasured moan that caught the attention of all the other men, making them grin wildly again.
"Maybe being stuck here for a little longer won't hurt-" you thought to yourself before getting interrupted by ravenous hot lips of one of the men and letting out another pleased hum as you felt other big calloused hands join the others on your soft body.
Medic!Reader who is the resident healer of the tribe, and while it might be considered relatively small, her hands are almost always busy due to the group being made up by men who are considered to be hunters/mercenaries; always on the move, rarely setting camp for more than a week. Plus, life on the desert can't be considered an easy one, food and water rations are scarce, danger is common here and if you're inexperienced with this kind of environment or travels it's best if you just stay in a village or travel in a larger group.
And then there is little ol' you, a real delight to the men of the tribe, kept like the biggest treasure in the camp. Always cherished and spoiled with the best cuts of meat during meal time, gifted the softest and most delicate silks from their 'adventures', not to mention all the hot, reverent, hungry touches to your skin as they slowly mouth at the expanse of your naked, glistening bosom.
Oh yes, the life of the 'Treasure of the tribe' is good, very good even, but first and foremost you are a trained, skilled healer, your skills being utilized unfortunately almost everyday as your men just seem to not be able to keep out of danger if even for a day and you hate seeing your boys hurt.
After returning from yet another successful hunting trip all the returning men loudly announcing their arrival; loud, boisterous laughs and cheerful bellows can be heard from the enterance to the camp. You sighed deeply although a small smile made its way onto your face, judging from the loud joyous commotion outside it was a successful hunt and probably no permanent damage was done but it still meant looking after the men, cleaning and stitching cuts, applying cooling salves and balms and bandaging smaller wounds. While you were undoubtedly proud of your buys you swear that their pride and want for showing off will drive them into an early grave.
Making a last check-up on the stacked medical equipment you gathered, you got up and walked out into the blazing sun of the desert, although the scalding hot temperature slowly cooling down into a pleasant warmth with the incoming sunset.
Your enterance was met with loud greetings and whoops, the large men showing off their hunted prey, a large furred beast with claws the size of your fingers. While you definitely appreciated the sentiment and admired their strength and prowess in battle to be able to take down such a creature, you were more worried about the blood staining Daythunder's clothes. Making him sit on an wooden stump you quickly got to work as he seemed to be hurt the most; while definitely nowhere near deadly, that cut on his chest worried you.
Out of all the things you learned as a healer of a tribe full of men is that they're surprisingly childish and clingy, especially when hurt. The second he heavily sat down, Daythunder immediately grabbed onto your full hips and dragged you close to him so that no space can be between your bodies and with a heavy sigh the big tanned man shoved his face right into your tits, for the lack of better wording.
All you could do is sigh heavily, comb your hand through his braided blond hair and coo at him. The insistent touches more than familiar and no more embarrassing you, more like making a small pleasant flutter bloom in your belly as you gave the man a bit more time watching him nose along your barely clothed breasts and nuzzling against you much like a big cat.
What you didn't see, so preoccupied with Daythunder nuzzled deep into you, are the former joyful faces of the other men sour with ugly jealousy. Why weren't it them you were paying attention? They just slayed a beast too! But don't you worry pretty little Treasure, as soon as you finish with that big oaf they'll have their turn with you too.
Who would have guessed that Eremites could be so jealous~?
And now for the grande finale and my personal favorite, Barmaid!Reader!! Working as a barmaid at the only tavern in Caravan Ribat is one hell of a busy job. Living and working in a place that is literally in the middle of nowhere and simultaneously always busy with passing by merchants, mercenaries, travelers and adventurers alike can be definitely often hectic and at times even messy but it has its perks! Being able to listen to various stories, some of them sounding almost like a fairytale with how whimsical and fantastic they sound and yet they are all true is definitely one of those perks.
Another perk (definitely the best) is a particular group of Eremite men who seem to frequent Caravan Ribat, specifically the tavern you work at is their target. Not only being regulars, but also knowing them more...intimately, they are a delight to be around even with their burning jealousy and possessiveness; perhaps even more so with it.
Almost always you hear them before you see them, their loud talk among each other, deep booming voices almost reverberating through the local and just as you serve a patron their meal they enter in all their glory. Even with the crimson bandanas covering their eyes you can feel their eyes on you, burning with lust and want for their pretty little barmaid.
Greeting them with a warm smile and a warmth to your cheeks you tell them to sit down at their usual table (which by now is almost reserved only for them, no one dares to sit where they always touch down). Luckily it's a relatively slow night; all the patrons are already seated and busy either talking among each other or drinking their worries away in a bottle of ale of fire water.
With an almost jump in your step you quickly walk up to the table with the Eremites, their covered eyes never leaving your curvy figure and when you finally stand before them you can almost hear their deep growls of delight and ravenous apetite for more than a regular meal.
Deciding on being cheeky today and wanting to tease them a little, treat them as if their just another regular customers. You pull out a small paper and pencil from behind your belt and ask these 'gentlemen' for their order. They seem to catch on immediately, their grins widening, licking over their sharp canines as they relax and spread their thick muscled thighs wide open lounging around, deep gruff voices laced with lust listing of their order.
As you're diligently jot down their choices on the slip of paper, a small smile appears on your face as you feel the strong arm of Stone Enchanter slip around your middle and pull you closer to him, his enormous build making your stomach on level with his face even when he's seated, his big and rough with callouses hand caressing and grabbing onto your full hips, snapping the material of your skirt (the long material obscuring only your intimates and ass while exposing your thighs, you know this cut drives them crazy) against your hips and they laugh loudly as you take in a quick quiet breath, followed by the gentle scrape of teeth on your waist as the large man starts mouthing at your skin and to be honest you're quite embarrassed by how quickly this simple touch can get you wet.
But with this group you're so used to this that when they don't visit for a longer period of time you actually long for it. They are always like this; loud and boisterous, clingy, unapologetic and absolutely shameless with their touches and so so possessive over you.
You barely manage to write down their order with a small 'be right back sirs' when suddenly a swift swat to your bottom is delivered and the table erupts in laughs and jeers at Sunfrost that he managed to get you. It's even worse when you get back and start setting their cups down, when the hot touches and gropes come.
Your low cut top is made of a light material, almost sheer and you almost always forgo wearing a bra due to the almost unbearable heat due to the closeness to the desert and the stuffy inside of the tavern doesn't help, and you can be sure that these men take full advantage of it.
Large scarred hands grope your tits the second you bend down to pour their drinks and you almost spill it when they pull down the loose neckline and the mouthing at your waist and hips starts again.
Suddenly, you let out a small shrill cry as you're suddenly hoisted into the lap of Stone Enchanter and moan loudly at the feeling of hot lips trying to mouth at your nipples through your top, the straps falling from your shoulders from all the sudden movement much to the delight of the men at the table.
The loud atmosphere of the lively tavern concealing the lustful act, all the other patrons are either so deep into laughing with their companions or way too drunk to even look your way, but even if there are some curious eyes looking at your figure, you are way too deep into the hot, fuzzy headspace to care.
The dark skinned man holding you made you suddenly straddle him and you flush even deeper at the feeling of his hard cock grinding up against your barely clothed pussy and you can't help but moan helplessly and grab at his dark braids to pull him closer to your nipple which he's still insistently mouthing at, the scrape of his sharp teeth causing you to let out a delightful moan which only seemed to spur the turned on men further on.
This was definitely going to be a long, long night~
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#JESUS FINALLY I'M READY#this took me like 2.5h to write but it was a true delight ;;#thank you so much for the food nonnie <3#now barmaid reader is rotting my brain >:(#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#eremites x reader
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Around the holidays I had the unique joy of meeting up with @windvexer in person while they were visiting my beloved New York City. Over sushi, dessert, and then just hanging out in their hotel lobby we had a wide ranging conversation about our practices, UPGs, etc. The conversation eventually drifted to comparing our spirit lead initiations. Chicken’s story is theirs to share, or not, as they choose. But I’ve been thinking a lot since that conversation about my own initiation and how it parallels another important story in my life.
When I was 15 I was a dancer and I was good, like competing at a national level. I was cast as Odette in my ballet school’s adaptation of Swan Lake. I practiced, and rehearsed, and trained all year long for the role. Then a month before recital weekend my family and I went on a weekend trip to Gettysburg. I also love history, and my dad and I had just read a book about the battle of Gettysburg together, so we clambered all over the battlefield. I tore a calf muscle doing this. I saw my usual doctor for injuries and wore a cast for three weeks, walked through rehearsals, took it easy. Once the cast was off a week before the recital I ramped up slowly, warmed up more than usual, stretched carefully, everything. But come recital weekend I danced my heart out and left everything on the stage. 3 weeks later I was diagnosed with CRPS in the leg I had injured.
What does any of this have to do with my initiation? Everything, just bare with me.
My childhood mentor had been initiated by the spirits of her tradition, and she had spoken to me about the effect this had had on her. I had written an academic paper on initiatory spiritual traditions and the phenomena of initiation sickness. I knew, long before Oisin ever broached the topic with me, that a spirit lead initiation could wreck your life, that it would be trying in ways that were specifically designed to change you on a fundamental to suit the spirit's needs, and that undertaking one would have consequences I couldn’t even begin to image. I also knew that dancing Swan Lake one week out of a cast could have disastrous results for my dance career. But I loved the music and choreography. I loved how I felt while I was dancing. So I danced. I was already in love with Oisin when he presented me with this trial. I loved learning from him, and working with him, and if there was something hard, even something impossible, that he needed me to do so that I could keep learning and working with him - it was no question.
I had no way of knowing when I was teenager waiting in the wings in my white leotard and feathered wig that I was about to dance my last ballet. That in less than a year I would start using a cane, or that I would one day swap the cane for a wheelchair, or any of the changes and accommodations that I’ve had to make in my life for my disability. I only knew the love. When I said yes to Oisin I couldn’t have predicted how much it would break me when he killed my soul, dismembered it, and scattered the innumerable shreds across the Otherworlds. I could have imagined the amazing and terrifying things I saw and experienced on my journey to find those fragments and assemble myself - or what it was like to live without a complete soul in the meantime. And nothing could have prepared me for the permanent changes the whole process had wrought on my life: on my physical health, my mental health, the very fact that my spiritual oaths and promises must always come first for me. I only knew the love.
17 years after my diagnosis, and 13 after my initiation started, I look back at the choices that led to both and would make them both again, even knowing the consequences. These two choices, more than almost anything else in my life, have shaped who I am as an adult and I like that person. These choices came from the right place, both times. Not from ambition, greed, guilt, or fear, but love. And I can’t ever regret what I did for love.
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OKEY I know I should be working on JJK's other works now, but I have to talk about Helluva Boss as someone who studied the Divine Comedy (a work that Vivziepop based on to create hell and some characters) and say that it is INCREDIBLE.
First of all, ASMODEUS AND BEELZEBU, I saw a lot of people confused about why they seem like good people while Mammon is an idiot, but it is actually something that is repeated in the book in a way, let me elaborate.
In the divine comedy, the sin of lust is just below purgatory, that is, it is the first sin, the first circle, the least serious of all, and contrary to what some believe, they are not people like rapists, but people who did "inappropriate" or taboo sexual acts for the time (such as sodomy), had sex before marriage, "forbidden" romances, etc.
Even the punishment given to these people is that they are separated into the air with hellish winds, and just when they are about to come into contact with someone/the person they love, they are separated at the last moment. My teacher even said "the worst punishment for lustful people was to have the person they loved within reach and not be able to touch them."
Which fits Asmodeus very well! we are literally told in the show that it is the least threatening sin of all. It's quite appropriate. Don't talk about the relationship he has with Fizz, I mean did you see how he was when he was kidnapped? He almost went crazy.
NOW WHAT I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT, THE BEE DESIGN.
Many, and I mean MANY, people complained about the design, I get it, it's a bit overloaded. but i was also able to find a VERY good reference to the Divine Comedy that somewhat excuses her appearance as a dog rather than a bee.
In the divine comedy, the Gluttons endure an endless hail shower under the ATTENTIVE EYE OF CAN CERBERUS.
CERBERUS.
The legendary 3-headed dog! Because yes, in the divine comedy they put several characters from various mythologies (although the Greek one was Dante's favorite, since Charon, the old man who passes souls to the other side of the Acheron river, also appears).
I think it better explains why they decided on that design for Bee and her attentive attitude towards the people in her circle. After all, gluttons eat without measure and don't know when to stop, but in theory Cerberus prevents them from escaping the circle, so Bee prevents them from reaching that extreme.
Regarding Mammon, I can see why they made him an idiot, in the divine comedy the greedy were seen as plainly selfish who withheld their goods or squandered them without control, it is something that you cannot get anything positive from (not like being a glutton at parties or being lustful for your partner for example). I really like that they made him a pure and simple villain.
and my last comment regarding the serious work of the circle of laziness, yes, we barely have anything, but from the little I saw, I already have a reference.
The people in the circle seem to be amphibians or reptiles, even fish (except for the goat doctor), which is quite ironic considering that in the book the sloths are constantly DROWNED.
(EDITH: I FUCKED UP, THE FISH AND AMPHIBIANS ARE FROM THE ENVY RING, FOR THE LEVIATHAN, NOT FROM THE SLOTH, THE ONLY FISH THAT IS FROM THE SLOTH IS THE SHARKS, SORRY ABOUT THAT ONE)
ahghg sorry you have to put up with my fangirling over La Divina comedia and Helluva Boss, I know many hate the series but I love it.
I'll write something about JJK soon, don't worry. Love ya.
#helluva boss#helluva fizzarolli#helluva boss asmodeus#helluva boss beelzebub#helluva boss mammon#dante#the divine comedy#rant post
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good evening!!! rating doctor who series 4 + specials today because i posted series 3 ages ago:D regular reminder that these are my opinions, my opinions change daily and in general i'm a pretty positive person and i'm just "oh great vibes i love this" :D
1. Midnight - so so so so good istg, writing is brilliant, acting is brilliant, the concept is brilliant, it's just so good. i love how it's set in such a tiny space and i still wasn't bored at any point, sky's actor killed it and so did david tennant, and i loved how the end showed how much it affected the doctor and it was just so cool. i could talk about this episode forever and it remains as one of the best dw episodes for me
2. The Waters of Mars - again, SO good i adore this episode, it's so cool to see the doctor kinda become the villain, like we want him to succeed but we also know he definitely should NOT succeed and it's brilliant. once again the acting is amazing and i loved the general vibe too, very spooky!!! and the side characters were great imo, i felt really bad for everyone who didn't survive :(
3. Silence in the Library / Forest of the Dead - this story was great when i first watched it and became even better on a rewatch. the vashta nerada are such great villains imo and river song is a great character and it's so interesting how her and the doctor meet in the wrong order, also this is visually so so beautiful and i love it so much!!!!
4. Turn Left - once again such a good episode, i love the social commentary, it was cool to see rose return properly after seeing cameos the whole series and i loved how the episode focused on donna and just the whole concept was great
5. The Doctor's Daughter - love love love this episode, i love jenny (and georgia tennant) and how donna makes the doctor realise that they're not that different after all, i liked the story and the twist that the war had been going on for a week, like what??? once again donna shined, she's brilliant, and martha too!! i loved her and the hath and i was SO SAD when the hath died, freema agyeman's acting almost had me crying and david tennant made me cry when jenny died 😭 (this is a huge achievement btw i almost never cry because of movies or books etc, seriously i've cried because of some media maybe 5 or 6 times in my entire life)
6. Planet of the Ood - i really like this episode and i was so happy the ood finally got free and are now living happily. the first time they appeared it really rubbed me the wrong way that they just "liked being slaves" and i'm glad they got to be free. i loved donna and how kind and empathetic she was, she's so amazing. also i think this episode was again visually very beautiful too
7. The Stolen Earth / Journey's End - i like this finale so much, yes it's mostly because of all the companions coming together and not so much the story, but that doesn't matter 🗣‼️ absolutely heartbreaking when donna lost her memory :(
8. The End of Time (part 1) / The End of Time (part 2) - i could actually talk for hours about the scenes between 10 and wilf btw, all of them are so important and wilf is 100% 10's father figure i'm so ill. the return of time lords was so interesting to me and the way 10 kept refusing to take the gun but when he found out time lords were coming and took it was somehow really impactful for me like i was like "oh okay so it's _THIS_ not good okay", the master was so goofy when he was just randomly jumping around it was so weird lol, loved how 10 said goodbye to all his companions, also 10's regeneration gave me so much emotional damage it took me 5 days to be able to start 11's era when i first watched this
9. Partners in Crime - this episode was so fun, highlight definitely being the doctor and donna's muted discussion through the glass, it was hilarious, also how they kept walking past each other was so funny
10. Voyage of the Damned - i really liked everyone except the one guy who survived 🥰 but like that was kinda the point so it's okay, i loved mr copper he was adorable and astrid was so sweet, 10 got to say "allons-y alonso" so that's great too!!! the story itself was also pretty good imo
11. The Sontaran Stratagem / The Poison Sky - i loved having martha back and enjoyed this story very much. i loved that martha called the doctor out on his hypocrisy and i loved how martha and donna bonded. loved 10 and donna as always, 10 was so silly fpr being grammar police lmao, and i liked that in the end rattigan redeemed himself, i'm always there for sort of giving people second chances and letting them realise they were wrong and trying to fix that
12. The Unicorn and the Wasp - as someone who has watched a lot of david suchet as poirot, this is so agatha christie it was so much fun, i loved that this was a sort of explanation for why christie disappeared and it definitely had some really funny moments lmao, i didn't like the wasp thing it was a tiny bit too weird and cringe for me, but honestly i'll let it be, this is doctor who lol
13. The Next Doctor - i liked the "next doctor" and? rosita? i think that was her name, and honestly i enjoyed the story, it was nice, and the endibg was really sweet in my opinion
14. The Fires of Pompeii - peter capaldi!!! this episode had some doctor donna silliness which is always great, and i loved donna so much, i would like to be like her guys, but the overall story didn't interest me much
15. Planet of the Dead - i liked the people in the bus and the weird bug aliens whatever, they were sweet, and it had some really adorable moments, but i absolutely hated christina 😭 like she annoyed me so much it's unreal, i dont even know why exactly but i really really didn't like her and i'm so glad she only appeared in this one episode 💀
THERE WE ARE!!!! safe to say that series 4 is definitely one of my favourite series!!! hope to post series 5 at some point too, i like making these rankings :)
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midnight sun • twilight
6/10
I'd like to start this review by saying this: i am not a knuckle cracker. but if i was, i would be cracking them before i begin my review.
lets get into it starting with the pros of this book before i rip into it with the cons.
for the most part i actually thoroughly enjoyed this book, there were several moments that made me giddy having been able to see it through Edward's perspective, such as being able to get brief glances into other peoples heads and know what they were thinking in that moment, because.. that's literally his power. it brought forth several short almost witty moments- some of them i believe to be unintentional, such as a descriptor for jasper in a moment to be 'and jasper was... suffering.'.
while i am aware of Edward and Bella's relationship being not all that healthy, that doesn't prevent me from loving them together. (because to be frank there are far worse pairings out there). For a lack of better words and words that make me cringe just at the thought of typing, once again, the movies really fail to show how much rizz Edward has. like he was seducing me to be honest, and i'm not even remotely attracted to men.
other than those pros that will conclude the positive section of this review, as i've listed in other book reviews for the series a lot of the same positives apply to this one. that being said, i don't wish to retype all of that once again.
lets move on to the negatives this book had for me.
firstly, Edward is extremely broody. to an eye rolling extent. while yes, i have been aware of that from reading the entire original series, and having watched the movies hundreds of times.. it still doesn't make it any less irritating when he's constantly saying things like 'Bella deserves someone better than me' 'Bella shouldn't be with someone who's killed people (COUGH, rapists).. etc.
secondly, from roughly page 568 until the final page, 658, i hated almost everything i was reading.
the entire scene where they're trying to get Bella out of danger is truly a frustrating read. Edward is a moron who refuses to listen to Alice who's trying to diffuse both him and the situation at hand, which in turn worries Bella further.. Emmet is unsure of what to do as he's sat in the backseat with a now even more stressed Bella.. Edward being no help at all like i said previously as he refuses to pull over so Alice can tell him what they should do for way longer than what should've been touched on within that chapter.
furthermore the car chase scene was torturous to read. why is it that with only a single apart am i being told that the car is driving at 150 m/ph? twice? why is it that you continue to tell me the car is going '160' '170' '180.'... that detail is entirely unnecessary when all that truly needed to be said was something like 'the car was continuing to increase in speed rapidly'.
my next massive complaint has to do with Carlisle and licence losing medical malpractice on his part. now, i love Carlisle. it's not so much about HIM, but mores about stephanie's idiocy regarding topics that she clearly did NOT research before including them in her novel. (something which is not new for her and her writing at all).
the complaints are as follows:
1. the 'she's lost some blood' comment. no shit. both you and Edward are actively kneeling in the pool of her blood which she's actively laying in. she's lost more than 'some blood'.
2. WHYYYY are you doing sutures outside of a hospital?? and how?? and where the fuck do you have to supplies- let alone sterile supplies to do so?? i understand that Carlisle is a doctor but that's not just something you have just chilling in your back pocket or in your car. so once again.. WHAT?
3. WHY do you have morphine on your person to treat Bella with.. morphine is an opioid, and there are legal restrictions that come with that.. as far as i'm aware you would not just have morphine on you, let alone a high enough dosage to treat Bella who has; 4 broken ribs, a broken leg, 2 open wounds on her head (which directly goes back to #2 of my complaints), and a body almost coated in bruising from head to toe. there is NO way.
4. Taping Bella's ribs. first of all, this is no longer a practice that is used as it makes it hard to take deep breaths, which bella was doing, because on top of everything she was also actively turning into a vampire.
5. i understand that they 'couldn't go to the hospital' because of the vampire turning on their hands, but they should've. if they truly had to keep Bella human, Edward should've sucked the venom out on the way to the hospital. in my opinion though, Bella should've just turned then and there. it would've saved everyone a world of trouble as well as once again, saving them the trip to the hospital entirely.
that's all for my medical malpractice complaints, now onto some more general complaints, i'll try to keep this short.
1. how did nobody in the small town of Forks notice the ballet studio having been lit on fire and burned to the ground? it's a small town, people are nosy, people would notice and come to see what's going on.
2. Bella was only kept in the hospital for 9 days despite her condition.
3. no obvious timeskip in the writing to show that Bella had recovered enough to be walking around and able to go to her school dance.
4. a lacklustre, disappointing ending. the final sentence literally being; 'as the night finally overcame the end of the day, i leaned forward again and kissed the warm skin of her throat.
with all that being said, up until the climax i did enjoy reading the book. it's not the best in the series at all, but at least it's not new moon.
#twilight#the twilight saga#twilight saga#twilight book#twilight book review#rant review#spoilers#midnight sun#midnight sun book review#team edward#or should i say team bella#since this is edward’s pov#this review is extremely late bc my tumblr was not working#bookblr
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What's ur thoughts on the break up? Should Tim have broken it off?
Personally if Tim did break up with Ashley then he'd have to face his feelings for Lucy and I dont think he's ready to just yet.
Thanks for the question! People might be surprised by my answer - especially since I have been anti-Ashley (I call her Voldie in most other places, but not today) for awhile now.
I have mixed feelings about “the break up”. Turns out I have quite a lot of thoughts on this (and some tangents), so this might be long.
First, on the surface the manner in which Ashley broke up with Tim was harsh - a total dick move. She couldn’t wait until he was coherent, she had to dump & dash the instant he was opened his eyes? She couldn’t wait until he was clear of anesthesia? Completely heartless. Rude.
And yet, on another hand, she had an epiphany at some point that a life with Tim where he stays in his job and doesn’t retire is not a life she can lead - so she swiftly takes action and goes. I am all about action, deciding or recognizing what works or doesn’t, what you want and going after that?! Fuck yeah, I support that big time. That said, I would have waited - because that was the more compassionate, empathetic way to do it. The way Ashley has been written, neither of those two things would be considered her top qualities. Lucy? Yes, definitely. Ashley? Not so much.
I think there were clues from the beginning of the episode that this could happen.
1) Tim mentions being on Whole 30 - it was Ashley’s idea in reaction to her dad having some health issues. Ashley and her Dad are wickedly close - I bet she is freaking out that his health could be at risk- so she’s desperately trying to control her life. Tim is part of that world - so he gets controlled to.
2) Ashley got WAY too excited about the possibility of Tim retiring. I felt like she was on a game show and the host had just said, “if he retires, tell her what she’s won Bob!” For a first time conversation on the topic she just barreled through all the possibilities and benefits like it was a done deal. Which made me think that she’s had this conversation with her Dad on more than one occasion and Dad regrets not taking advantage sooner - or he says he does.
She then brushes off Tim’s idea of traveling to see a MLB game in every stadium - which first, I raised my hand and volunteered to go with him, and second I think she does that all the time with Tim. The few scenes we saw her in were about Tim changing to meet her wants and needs instead of them growing together in a new direction.
3) Neither Tim nor Ashley asked any questions about the surgery. Granted because of their jobs as first responders, they’ve have some trauma training and advanced first aid classes. But this is major surgery, major not because of method - the fact they can do a minimally invasive procedure is fantastic, but major because the spine is involved. Like the brain, there’s so much unknown about the spine and the nervous system and LUCY is the only one who asks about the dangers involved the surgery. No one asks about side effects, or lasting damage, recovery times, PT, pain management, etc etc. I get being shocked, but this is why you take someone with you to ask questions while you sit there and freak out about knives being near your spine.
4) Ashley just stood there. She wasn’t holding his hand, or sitting next to Tim in the bed providing comfort and care before during or after the doctor’s visit. She was facing him like an adversary as opposed to sitting next to him as a partner or team member. Without knowing how she and Tim interact when alone, I read this as she was starting to distance herself from him. With him, but not.
She’s not overtly affectionate, she’s very reserved, hesitant almost and I think insecure. She rarely looks Tim in the eye for any extended period of time, and she’s not aware or open to Tim. I don’t think she loves Tim as he is. I think she loves the version of Tim that she’s created in her head, if he changes x, y, z then he’ll be perfect. A confident person loves and accepts themselves, I don’t think Ashley does. She kept looking to Tim for validation, that’s not confidence.
I said it in another post, but I think Ashley’s relationship with her Dad really shapes her relationship with Tim. She’s the apple of Jerry’s eye. I am sure Jerry doted on her and always let her have her way. So she manhandles her relationship with Tim to recreate that type of relationship where she’s the focus, and she controls everything.
Because things with her most important male (Jerry) are taking some hits because of his health, Ashley’s relationship with a Tim is receiving the backlash of that. She’s going to want Tim to provide her with a life that gives HER happiness - a lifeguard in Bali, living with Tim off his free money. When she realized that wasn’t going to happen, she bailed and ran.
I don’t think Lucy ever really entered into Ashley’s mind about the break up other than as a passing thought that Tim has a large cop family to support him.
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I think if we had waited for Tim to break up with Ashley, we would have been waiting a long time. Tim liked Ashley. He cared about her. I think he was stung when she left him - more proof he’s unlovable, that people who love him, leave him. She was safe. Tim knew what to expect in his relationship with Ashley.
Being in a relationship with Lucy is wholly overwhelming for Tim. Like space, it’s undiscovered territory. He’s been in love - but Isobel didn’t know him as well as Lucy does. He has female friends - but he does not long for Angela like he longs for Lucy. I believe Tim doesn’t think Lucy likes him likes him or more importantly doesn’t think she loves him loves him. Yes, she’s attracted to him and yes, she willingly invited Tim into her home for a night of sexual pleasure. But she said it was biology. He doesn’t yet know it wasn’t just that for her.
IMO Tim never would have broken up with Ashley unless Lucy broke up with Chris and she told Tim that it wasn’t pretend for her. That she loves him and wants to be with him. Lucy, however, is waiting for Tim to do the same thing. She’s waiting for Tim to say he wants her, that he desires her, that he loves her. They are both waiting for the other to make the first move.
Right now, Tim’s overwhelmed with feelings. Feelings about Ashley and their break up. Feelings about Lucy. Feelings about her spending the night in the hospital with him. Feelings about surgery, retirement, marriage, babies, his sister, selling his childhood home, his dad dying, etc. He’s got more feelings on top of feelings, intertwined with other feelings that he doesn’t know which way is up. Before he can do anything, he has to untangle them all, acknowledge and name them and accept and process them. I bet he deals with Lucy first because SHE is the most important thing to him.
Thankfully, Tim is much more adept at dealing with them now. He’s strengthened his emotional intelligence muscle (thank you Lucy), but he’s not a talker - unless he talks to Lucy. He’s an avoider - and he’s going to avoid Lucy because it hurts him not being able to fully connect like he wants to. As he realizes how in deep the connection is with her, I don’t think he’ll be able to do it half way. Unless, there’s an imminent threat to losing her, I don’t think he’s going to be able to let her back in not all the way- his struggle with wanting to be near Lucy vs letting her in all the way, will play out on Tim’s super expressive face.
Tim is in feelings overload- so I expect Tim to revert back to TO Tim or try to at least. I loved that version of him. I’ve loved Tim since day one. He was in self-preservation mode. A hard shell and big time walls preventing people from seeing the anguish and heartbreak over losing his wife. Imagine it - you are married and one day your spouse disappears. Gone. How would YOU handle that? What would YOU be like in the world? Would you put up walls so you could cope? Or would all your emotions be on display 24x7? Or somewhere in between? Tim likely will distance himself emotionally with extreme professionalism as a way to keep his feelings hidden and in check. Without Ashley he now has no protection from Lucy, his feelings are going to be more obviously on display. He will probably make some bad decisions along the way. Until he opens back up and let’s Lucy back in.
Anyway… my 25 cents on the topic.
#askandrea#chenford#tim bradford#lucy chen#the rookie#i love them#tim x lucy#breaking up is hard to do#ashley mcgrady#i'm in chenford withdrawal
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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2
synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.
warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.
PART 10 / 25. PART 11 LINK.
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haechan woke up screaming in the morning when the sight of areum next to his bed, sleeping soundly on another patient bed, the amount of screaming and surprised he held was released quick. kun walking in tell him to shut up.
“be quiet, areum is sleeping!” kun whisper scolds, gentle tucking the woman in the bed more. haechan looking around with confusion. “since when did she get here? last time i checked i’m the only one.”
haechan murmurs, how did areum get here without him noticing? kun shaking the head at the tan boy. “worry about yourself, when are you going to leave this patient ward? jaemin needs you in the front lines.”
the moment the front lines were mentioned the boy faked a coughing fit, laying back in the bed with bedsheets duvet over him, almost as if he was hiding from kun. the doctor scowls at the sight. Haechan was truly terrified to go back to the war! who can blame him though.
yuta is one sadistic evil man. the japanese man enjoys playing the cat and mouse game, in fact he’s a perfect definition of a cat; torturing the victim before he would finish the kill. the amount of stuff haechan saw and went through, he’s surprised he doesn’t have some sort of ptsd.
kun lightly tugs haechan upwards. “come on, you have one day here left. jaemin himself said he will take you forcefully.” sighing, the gemini male sat up annoyed, haechan rubbing the back of his head.
“i heard i heard,” haechan mutters. “what’s for breakfast then?” the boy smirks looking up, kun rolling eyes. of course he would think about breakfast instead. “tell me what you want, i’ll order it for you and areum.”
kun walking to the phone, haechan clapping hands as if he were victorious about being bought food. “get me gimbap, I’m tired of eating soup!”
areum shifts in the sleep by the sound of munching heard in the corner, opening eyes she were met with two serious eyes hovering above her. she’d scream with a fist punching the chest area, the boy falling over yelling.
“AH! ITS JUST ME.” haechan sat up whining, areum looking over breathing heavily. “what the hell hyuck! why are you so close?”
“you were whimpering in your sleep so i looked over you! sheesh and all i got is a punch in my boob.” he groans rubbing the chest again as he noms on the gimbap triangle shape, sitting back on his own bed. areum sat up bowing head apologetically, “sorry, but you don’t have breasts anyways.” areum said.
haechan smirks, “haha i don’t? they’re pretty big.” he’d joke looking down in his shirt. “wanna see?” he grins when areum scoffs holding a laughter shaking her head at the boy.
“no really, don’t.” areum said. kun walking in caught the woman and boy’s attention, he smiled down to areum passing a tray full of various foods. the woman’s lips part away looking up at kun. “you didn’t have to do so many.”
“just eat up, start taking care of yourself more.” kun said, he really thinks the woman should value herself more now. Haechan pouts watching the food and all he got was gimbap— technically he asked for it but he didn’t know kun can cook!
at this point kun can do anything and haechan is convinced that kun can’t be bad at anything. he can pilot, fight with different martial arts, heal and save people, cook and he can even do finance. hence why kun is a really important man in the mafia. he’s multi talented.
areum saw kun leave temporarily when minor soldiers called him over possibly for wounded people to take care of. haechan looking at areum, he saw a half worried expression.
“what you worried about?” haechan enquires, areum shaking her head. she doesn’t think she can finish all this. the girl lifts the spoon, sipping on the red broth before taking a bite of the meat.
her best friend would watch in awe, happy that areum is finally eating. areum surprisingly liked the food more than anticipated before.
Haechan noticing the woman’s long raven black hair fall whenever she were to lean down biting the food, he was cautious to stand up slowly, curling both hands on the side, pulling the hair in a ponytail as he held it in the position.
areum looks up with a short smile. “somehow i feel like you’ve done this before?” she teased and haechan scoffs cockily, “of course, i get lots of woman on me.”
“ahuh?” areum replied grabbing a piece of seaweed as she fed haechan it in his mouth, hyuck mumbles protests with muffle as he chewed the seaweed. “tch tch your ego is unnecessary.” areum tells.
“areum.” jaemin would call out as he stood by the doorframe watching haechan and the woman with soft eyes. he would have a welcoming smile, though he was half worried about why areum was in the patient wards.
areum turned around seeing jaemin, she lightly smiles. “jaemin! hey,” she tells and haechan bows his head respectfully before casually speaking.
“sup jaeman.” haechan retorts, jaemin scowling at the tan boy when he said this, he lifts his sleeve up shaking his head. “call my name properly!” he complained.
Haechan grinning, areum was then lightly petted by jaemin. the man in front lovingly brushed his hand in the black soft silky locks. “how are you feeling? kun told me you felt ill again.”
the two boys were watching half worried now that kun made up an excuse that they weren’t aware of yet. they loved areum in many ways, haechan’s lips fell apart. “yah you told me you were fine.” he slightly mumbles, now actually worried.
areum had to mask the real reason, she can’t let them know. they have their own worries. “i skipped a few meals and stuff, kun told me to stay here and eat properly.” areum gently told.
jaemin arching eyebrows at the answer. “areum. you need to start attending to your human needs. you need food to survive.”
Haechan shaking his at areum, “yah, areum-ah. you’re not allowed to leave until you finish this entire tray.” he suddenly points and areum’s expression gapes into surprise. why were the scolding her so much!
it’s not even the real reason why she was here. but no matter what, she was scolded like a child by these boys. jaemin sighing, “finish this food up, i might have a soldier watch you as you eat to make sure you finish every meal.”
areum hates that idea so much. watching someone eat? isn’t that torture for the person watching her?
“yah- can you two calm down. kun already told me off, i really don’t need two headaches at a time.” areum shot back, annoyed. haechan understandable nod, he can understand her in this; he also hates being scolded and overwhelmed with people.
but jaemin, he didn’t back away really easily.
“you can’t blame me for being like this, you just recovered.” jaemin carries on, areum somehow felt more emotional than before, more on the sad end of the spectrum.
the boys were slightly caught off guard when areum started to tear up unexplainable. maybe they stressed her too much by scolding her? this wasn’t very areum of her to cry, they were expecting areum to get angry by now.
instead they were met with a crying woman, jaemin and haechan make the same shared glance.
“oh my god you made her cry you asshole,” haechan told to jaemin, the other man glaring at haechan. “don’t point your mistakes on me.”
areum somehow ended up crying even more when hearing them fight, the two fell silent watching the sad sight.
“yah…areum.” haechan mumbles, not sure how to approach this situation. jaemin on the other hand knew what to do, he slowly brought areum’s face in his chest as she sat up on the bed, stroking her hair gently. “I’m sorry, don’t cry, it’s okay.”
Haechan rubs the back of his head, he felt like he didn’t help whatsoever now. he slowly rubs areum’s back in circular motion. “i’m sorry too, don’t cry please.”
kun came in with a questionable expression at the three, as soon as he heard areum cry he shifts on the side. “why is she crying? Haechan did you upset her?” kun threw in and the tan boy looks down. “I mean- me and jaemin were just scolding her for not eating previously..”
kun was quick to grasp the situation, maybe telling those two wasn’t the best idea. “you probably overwhelmed her so much.”
jaemin slightly scoffs, “you also overwhelmed her, you did the same thing.” kun purse his lips into a thin line, nervously laughing. he was guilty too.
areum moves from jaemin’s soft embrace, looking around the room. “i need to do my work.” haechan was quick to go to the cloak hanger, grabbing out the laptop from the case and give it to areum.
jaemin crouches down looking at areum, “i’m sorry, can you forgive me?”
areum looks down at jaemin, nodding. “it’s fine, i don’t know why i cried honestly.” she rubs the back of her neck, she feels awfully weird with emotions and stuff now. kun moves the tray with the food away.
haechan rubs areum’s back again. “here tissue,” hyuck passes soft tissue packet to areum, the woman taking it with a soft ‘thank you’ muttered.
jaemin still wasn’t half satisfied, but he doesn’t have much time either to fully talk with areum about this. the soldiers behind him knock on the front door, awaiting for jaemin to leave. kun left first the ward.
he turns to areum, “i need to go but, i’ll come back and visit you.” the woman’s lips pucker apart, she softly nods and jaemin nodding letting go off her hand. haechan looking down at areum also now.
“areum, i’ll keep you company as you work.” he told, trying to be as useful for her, maybe she won’t overwork herself this way.
areum scoffing with slight friendly laughter. “okay mr lee my assistant. get me a piece of clean paper and a pen.”
Haechan wouldn’t waste a minute going to the empty desk in the corner, finding a bland notepad and a working pen, passing it to areum.
he stood still in a soldier position, awaiting the next command. areum looking at the boy, “you’re distracting me, just take a seat on my bed with me.” areum and hyuck shuffle together, he would witness the true work of a journalist everyday.
“you know…” areum trails, “i have an actual assistant called mark lee in the city office.”
Haechan pouts, “I’m better than him right?” areum softly grins, “I’m not comparing.”
jisung walks to the living lounge humming loudly as his favourite taemin song was on replay (haha pun attended </3), the song being named ‘Want’.
the boy sat on the couch, chilling and vibing to the artistic music itself, but then a large thud on the outside was heard. jisung slowly turns the music off on high alert.
what was that large thud outside?
he softly looks past the blinds and curtains from the large living lounge window, outside he could see the front yard and the front entrance, jisung was met with a few people outside waiting, specifically looking at his house.
why did they somehow look familiar?
jisung tilts his head, he shouldn’t open the door. his gut feeling told him not to. the boy backs away when a large knock on the front door was made, then a other knock this time more impatiently.
mutters of Japanese words heard behind the door, aligning with multiple knocks again.
he was quick to turn off any light sources, jisung slowly making his way to the house phone, he called the number under areum’s name.
‘shit they came back.’ jisung would think, terrified. a male voice came through instead of a feminine voice, his eyebrows raised in surprise. did he call the wrong number?
“hello? who is this?” the deep voice called. jisung would be close to ending the call but then a large kick on the door was heard, thankfully the door did not open yet, but if this continued it would be about to. jisung backs away terrified, panting in anxiety.
“hello, hello, my house is being intruded on. i thought this was areum’s number but whoever you are help me. call police!” jisung shouts. the voice coming through calmly, “okay, this is jaemin. you heard of me right jisung?”
“jaemin?.. You’re areum’s friend.” jisung trailed and the voice was quick to speak. “okay, listen to me very carefully. i need you to stay inside, i’m nearby in the city i’ll come soon.”
jisung nods as if jaemin could see it, at this point he was trembling. he really wished this was a dream. jisung peaks outside and somehow his neighbours next door came out complaining of the noise. the older man with grey hair pointing at the people who were told to stop.
listening in he could makeout what it was saying. “why are you making noise! get out of here, before i call the police.” the elder shouts forward holding the phone close, the trope of Japanese gang members backing away with slight disappointment. going back on the motorbikes.
the elder watches them drive off, shaking his head. jisung was slow but he somehow got saved by the elder neighbour. he should thank him later.
he saved his life practically.
jaemin was quick to rush in with the spare house keys, he was met with jisung and a broomstick pointed at him. the man slowly moves the broomstick away, “it’s just me.” jaemin said.
jisung sighs out dropping the broomstick, he felt so drained due to the stressing and anxiety he had. jaemin closes the door and locks it. “I’ll go upstairs with you, pack the things you need.”
the younger boy wasn’t in position to question anything so he trusted jaemin, the man had some motherly vibe to him so he felt safe around the presence similar to areum. jisung went upstairs into his room to pack, somehow this felt like deja vu.
jaemin going upstairs he was looking around with a gun in his hand, in any case anything was suspicious. he walks into areum’s room, checking everything here well.
the man would pack some basic clothing for areum, knowing this he doesn’t want anyone returning here for a while. jaemin turns to the bathroom packing the toothbrush and face products, but then something in the very back cornered near the toilet poked his eyes.
jaemin puts the sanitary products in the bag, turning his body to the corner direction with his hand reaching out.
the moment the thing was grasped in the middle of the palm, his face went pale. eyes were gasping wide, lips fell apart.
jisung walks into areum’s room, jaemin’s hand slipping in the front pockets of his jacket hiding the object. the man sitting up with a packed back hanging by his shoulder. jisung looking up at the man. “where are we going?” jisung would ask.
jaemin gently wraps an arm around the boy, “I’m taking you somewhere your sister is also safe at. let’s go.”
the base gathered around in the centre underground. kun and yangyang pushing through as they saw the soldiers arrive. jaemin was nowhere to be seen, causing the mafia to be under lots of difficulties.
nothing is going their way. the mafia leader is gone, their second in command is nowhere to be seen, soldiers are dying and their numbers are lowering.
it couldn’t get worse than this right?
oh how wrong they were.
areum pushing through the crowd in desperation when she heard the news from renjun. hyuck was quick to catch up to the panicked woman.
the sight of a murderous soldiers dead on the ground. areum’s breathe hitches.
haechan standing next to areum with the same expression. barely anyone came back alive. the woman looks to the person with missing arm, nervously stuttering. “what about jeno? Where is he.”
the person looks down with the most guilty expression, while the other soldiers gasp in unison. haechan angrily pulling the guy upwards in the air by holding the collar tight of his clothes. “where is jeno? tell me!”
kun pulls haechan apart from the wounded soldier, tapping the guy’s shoulder in calm and comforting manner, though his voice was as deadly cold and authoritative. “tell us.”
the silence killed areum as the part of her had big hopes that jeno is on his way home, to the base, back safely and alive with all limbs attached. but a tiny part of her had these doubts, these doubts she shouldn’t be having about her lover— that he possibly could be dead, without limbs, without any life in him.
“i’m sorry.” the soldiers starts off looking down, shaking head. “i’m really sorry, it all happened so fast— jeno and yuta were fighting on a nearby cliff with deep waves underneath them”
“their fight was between them, jeno was able to injure yuta’s shoulder with his gun. but then yuta…”
areum shaking her head, the soldier looks up to the woman with sorry eyes. “Yuta shot jeno and he fell into the ocean.”
a scream from the woman escaped falling on her knees, haechan immediately grabbing a hold of the hysteric woman, whispering pranced terrified words such as ‘it’s okay’ and ‘areum calm down’. though areum couldn’t focus on those words, everything was blocked out except for the fact that jeno was announced to be dead.
“he can’t be dead, no, that’s impossible. he can’t leave me.” areum said as her breathing slowly increased until it began to hyperventilate.
kun half worried half in shock looks at areum, signalling renjun and haechan to take her away. “bring her away from here.”
renjun and haechan grabbing areum restraining her back from the scene however magically, areum became quite strong and resistant. as if she was fighting for her life against her two friends.
kun looking back at the soldier. “did he pass a message..?”
the male looks up with a nod. “jaemin is next, he will take over our base and make it his own. he wants to take over korea’s biggest mafia group.”
“which is us.” a voice darkly exclaims with a tall boy lingering behind, terrified by what he has just witnessed and heard.
kun and yangyang turning their heads to see jaemin with a brunette taller boy. “jaemin. we have terrible news—”
jaemin looks down clenching his fists. “i heard already. things only get worse and worse for us.” his teeth grit as he spoke, jisung looking down saddened by the news.
the only person he really trusted areum with has died, he could careless if he was a mafia. he was a good person and he could tell with the way areum trusted jeno. jisung murmuring, “jeno hyung…”
the soldiers all face jaemin with a March forward, hand over to their heart as their mouths move in unison. “we are under your command, na jaemin. the new leader automatically aquatinted.”
these words jaemin never wished to hear, the responsibility he hates to bear, the power he never longed for but somehow ended up getting. he wants to cuss jeno for dying, for leaving him and areum, for disappearing so easily. he joined nayoung, something he promised to never do.
this shock slowly sinks in, becoming more and more reality to everyone. but to areum, it was a nightmare she couldn’t wake up.
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MASTERLINK FOR HIS KARMA.
@onyourhyuck please refer from copyrighting and plagiarising my work.
🥲 sooo this chapter was a rollercoaster.
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ok, tng update before bed because Holy Fuck. earlier tonight i did "symbiosis" and then we did "skin of evil" together
symbiosis: the premise of this was kind of interesting actually. one angle i wish they'd gone into was if picard DOES tell the ornarans that the "medicine" is really just drugs then the brekkians have no means to survive on their own and they will die. would they deserve it? almost definitely, but it still goes against the prime directive. so picard giving them ample warning - by letting them know that soon the freighters will be unreparable and the ornarans will figure out the game on their own - at least gives them time to start learning to farm or whatever so they can survive without the ornarans's help. he actually saved both planets, however undeserving, with his solution. only they didn't even go into that side of it. AND ALSO literally not even one person was happy with it which was kind of hilarious
HOWEVER. once we veered into wesley and tashas Very Special Episode About Drugs moments i did start scream laughing. truly hysterical. thank you tasha for explaining narcotic abuse to me <3 i didn't know how any of it worked <3
i did actually like dr crusher in this episode. well, no, i had mixed feelings. absolutely she was right to be disgusted and reviled by what the brekkians were doing. absolutely it was in character for her, a doctor, to strongly morally object to anything that leaves exploited people in pain when she can do something about it. bones would have objected if picard was doing it. but somehow it STILL felt like an "emotional woman" thing. obviously it's very subjective. and i do REALLY love that she got to have an opinion about something that wasn't being a woman, a widow, or a mother. but something about the execution left me wanting a LITTLE bit more.
none of this was helped by picard mansplaining the prime directive to her in the elevator btw. like i could have almost given it a pass if not for that last scene. i know what he's really doing is explaining it to us the audience but come onnnnn. i feel this show really needs a spock and the spock needs to be a girl. someone to be ruthless with logic to offset the emotional woman dr crusher and the emotional woman deanna (it is quite literally in her job description i know this and i love her but we need some variety here).
skin of evil: girl. what.
ok. i did love the little slime man. i loved how evil he was and i loved deanna being able to just talk him to death essentially. i really liked deanna that one time she stormed out of the room but she's hardly ever given anything to do except emote/state the obvious (deanna about a transparently shady guy: "i feel much deception, captain!") and i really am genuinely happy when she gets stuff to do bc i am a deanna enjoyer.
and i loved throwing riker into the slime! go into the soup boy. get vored idiot. etc. real sad that nobody got possessed but the slime monster was the best monster of the week we've had so far. 10/10 i love a goopy boy.
but what in GODS. NAME.
like. tasha died SO unceremoniously we were both expecting her to be brought back before the end
and then her funeral was like TWENTY MINUTES LONG like it just KEPT GOING when i was still absorbing the fact that they killed her off fr
also. "DEANNA YOU TAUGHT ME I COULD BE FEMININE"? SCREAM? SHE OF THE LESBIAN SWAG WHO INEXPLICABLY KEEPS BANGING MEN?
ik they killed her bc her actress wanted to leave. which is a true janice rand of a situation. women i'm so sorry. but also did they just slutshame her to death? like she flirted with worf and it was cute but did they decide enough was enough and just punt her outta there?
ik dr crusher isnt in season 2 and now tasha isnt either...like, ik i said put the women back on the shelf until you can treat them really niceys but what kind of godawful boys only club are we having next season.......
again, women. i'm so sorry. the slime monster was so good but the bookends of that episode, which involve tasha yar's poorly written death, were AWFUL. what a horrible way to go.
OH YEAH AND. them doing that to geordi was sooo horrible. i like how data helped him even though he was told not to and then refused to help him to amuse the slime guy. data and geordi being besties is so important to me and i love geordi so so so so so much and if anybody EVER touches his visor again i'll kill them. i will KILL THEM.
next i do "we'll always have paris" alone, then tomorrow night we do "conspiracy" and "the neutral zone" together
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as badly as series 3 deals with race due to their colourblind appraoch, one of the blessings is, is that it is clear that at no point does martha believe the reason her love is unrequited is because she is black. at no point does she believe she's having a bad time because she's black. we, the viewer can see the disproportionate way in which she is treated and the content of her adventures, but martha doesn't think it's because she's black. it's a saving grace.
as poorly as russell and the writers tackle (or choose not to tackle) race in these episodes, they don't have martha ever let the racism in 1913 get to her, or even the annalise situation - we get a moment when martha's father explicitly shows where his loyalty will always lie, which is with his family. martha blunty tells joan that her opinion in the situation did not matter. the doctor MUST return and he MUST defeat the family of blood. when joan told her she couldn't be a doctor because she was a maid and a black maid at that, she immediately shut it down. then, because martha isn't just confident, she is wise, she doesn't even blame her for saying it because the lady is from 1913. not because joan doesn't know better, but because her sentiment isn't surprising in the slightest.
this is why, although i sometimes reblog the more harsher criticism of the handling of martha jones' race in series 3, i don't always fully agree. it's a much larger conversation and while two things can be true at once aka these white writers are just never going to get the nuances of the experience of being a black woman. how can they. but i also think just because a story like this, where a black woman is constantly being sidelined doesn't mean a black woman's plight is just to suffer.
i don't know about you, but i love being a black woman. i don't feel insecure about my race. martha jones never once wishes she was rose tyler. or joan refern. martha jones leaves a bad situation and gets her own story. as much negativity as there is in her story, there is also a lot of good.
so i say, the colour blind approach works, at least within martha's narrative's favour, because she doesn't believe race is a factor in why she is treated that way. i do not believe it was right to write it this way, but like i said, it works in her favour in a subtle way. she may comment on 'blondes' and we can see a reoccurring pattern, that i mentioned before, how blonde white women are given favour over her, and we can unpack that, but martha never once asserts it explicitly. and for that i am grateful. we can see where martha internalises the whole 'not good enough' thing in eoisodes like '42', but again, it's not because martha thinks she's not good enough because she's black
i, as a black woman can notice these things, and point out how it reads narratively, because as much as race doesn't matter, it actually does. i can comment on it and makes these posts because being colour blind is ignorant and creates rather obtuse moments, like the doctor shrugging off her concern for her personal safety in 1599. i can point out how fandoms pouncing and being racist towards black actresses, especially if they come in after a white one are always bullied due to their closeness to the often, white male lead. this isn't exclusive to doctor who. it happened in true blood, merlin, the flash etc.
it's one thing to notice almost immediately how the black girl is being treated differently to the white companions on this doctor who series, but it would have been 10 times worse to see martha actually believe it was because she was black, to believe that she wasn't good enough solely because of her race. that, would have been heartbreaking. so, sometimes ignorance actually works in our favour. small mercies i suppose.
#doctor who#martha jones#tenth doctor#10th doctor#racism#racism commentary#small mercies#tenmartha#dw commentary#dw criticism#rtd#freema agyeman
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I answered your get to know me 20 questions and I want to get to know you better too! So I compiled a 20 list of some questions I thought were interesting (some are from the list you sent me because I liked them too). If you don’t want to answer them or answer them publicly that’s okay!
1. What’s your go-to guilty pleasure?
2. What’s your favorite quote from a tv show/movie/book?
3. What’s one thing that can instantly make your day better?
4. If you could have any exotic animal as a pet, what would it be?
5. What’s the best concert you’ve ever been to?
6. What are you most proud of in the last year?
7. A place you want to visit?
8. What fictional character do you relate to the most?
9. Top 5 wrestlers?
10. Favorite book?
11. What fandoms are you part of besides wrestling?
12. Favorite movie?
13. Non-wrestler celebrity crush?
14. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
15. Favorite singer/band?
16. Favorite holiday?
17. What’s your favorite story trope?
18. What do you find most attractive in a person?
19. Sunny days or storms?
20. Cutest kiss? (Forehead, cheek, hand, etc.)
1. I honestly have no guilty pleasure so to speak. In real life, I am known as the nerdy book lover who knows every Disney movie by heart and has a collection of almost 500 Funko Pops. I am a walking guilty pleasure. BUT not many people know I love wrestling, mostly because I dread the "two talks":
a) But do you know it's fake?!?!?
(And because I'm a girl)
b) So you watch it for the hot naked guys?!?!
That being said, I am currently outing myself as wrestling fan because all I wear are my FTR shirts on repeat and people ask me about it.
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2. One?! You're killing me! Okay, I can do a top 4:
“You're mad, bonkers, completely off your head, but I'll tell you a secret... all of the best people are.”
Alice in Wonderland
"Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart."
The Last Unicorn (I actually have this tattooed around my wrist)
"Curiousity is the strongest force in the universe because it can overcone the two strongest braking forces in the universe: reason, and fear."
The City of Dreaming Books (losely translated by me)
Never cowardly or cruel. Never give up. Never give in .
Doctor Who
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3. Our dogs greeting me when I come home, the smell of freshly mowed lawn, and having some comments/notifications on my writing.
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4. I am not that much into owning an exotic animal. I like fluffy cute ones that I can pet and cuddle...so, if you want to count it as exotic, definitely a fennec. Those huge ears. And they're foxes 🤩
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5. Decaydance Fest 2007. My three favorite bands at the time in one evening: Fall Out Boy, The Academy Is, and Cobra Starship. I was in heaven. And at the end of it, I got to meet the singer of CS, Gabe Saporta. Such a nice guy, and to this day, the only celebrity I've met.
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6. Oh my...a tough call. I am generally never proud of anything, because I am a rather mediocre person. Okay at a lot of things, but not good at anything specific. If you're calling me out like this, I'll say this: I am proud I finally started writing (again). Is it my anchor in stormy weather.
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7. The Holy Trinity of places I want to visit: Chicago, Ireland, Iceland.
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8. The first that came to my mind is Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. A weirdo, a loner, but a dedicated friend. I love her so much.
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9. No. 1 will forever be Cash Wheeler/FTR. Because these two little shitheads helped me so much with conquering my depression. For years, I haven't done anything I've enjoyed in the past. And they got me back into writing and drawing. And I've met some of the greatest people because we share the love for FTR. I basically owe them every good thing I have in life right now. ( I always get so freaking emotional when it's about these two)
No. 2: Christian Cage. My first real wrestling crush, and I still love him today
No. 3: Trent Beretta. He's just so criminally underrated. I feel like everybody is sleeping on him. And he is so hilarious. And gorgeous.
No. 4: MJF. Everything he touches turns to gold. And he's still so young. It's only gonna get better from here on. And I can't wait to see what he can do.
No. 5: Kenny Omega. I have said it before, but there is just something about the way he moves in the ring. It's almost poetic. I get mezmerized every time he wrestles.
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10. RUMO by Walter Moers. It's just so beautiful. Everything about it. But literally any of his Zamonia books are wonderful. I could ramble on about it forever it, but I'm biting my tongue right now.
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11. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, Marvel, Batman, and Disney are my main thing. And the Zamonia fandom mentioned above.
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12. It's either Edward Scissorhands (first movie that made me cry because I connected so much with Edward) or V for Vendetta. And, of course, the Lord of the Rings movies.
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13. Chris Evans.
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14. First a vet, until I realized I had to put animals down. So no, thank you. Then a lawyer, but I'm too stupid for that, then a profiler. But that wasn't a real thing in Germany back in the day.
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15. Fall Out Boy. I've loved them since I was a teenager, and I've grown up with them. I will (hopefully) never get sick of them.
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16. I wish Halloween had been a thing here in Germany when I was younger. I would've loved getting all dressed up. In my heart, I just know it's my favorite holiday, even though I've never REALLY celebrated it.
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17. Hmmm, I don't know. Pining? What I do love are slowburn stories. Because although I can imagine crushing on someone right away, it will forever be a mystery to me how people can fall in love so fast. I'm such a slow person with this... probably why my ass is still single, noone has enough time for slow me.
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18. The two sexiest traits in my opinion: humor and intelligence. There is nothing hotter than a guy that can make me laugh and have a deep conversation with me about anything. That's borderline orgasmic.
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19. Storms. I'm not sure if one can tell by my writing *cough*, but I am not a summer, beach type of Person. I get a sunburn so easily, I even once had a heatstroke. No fun. The sun just doesn't like me all that much.
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20. An ex always kissed the tip of my nose. It was so intimate and innocent at the same time. And I am such a sucker for temple kisses. I love these so much, that's probably why they're in almost every fanfic I ever wrote.
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That's 371 more posts than 2021!
38 posts created (4%)
916 posts reblogged (96%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 954 of my posts in 2022
#tv show - 343 posts
#harry potter - 207 posts
#book - 181 posts
#ron x hermione - 158 posts
#film - 127 posts
#lgbtqia - 126 posts
#lgbt - 125 posts
#video - 124 posts
#artwork - 117 posts
#nature - 114 posts
Longest Tag: 121 characters
#the showrunner really said 'i'm going to write the best written friends to lovers slow burn since tv in the early 2000's'
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Are there any fics out there where Derek and Casey get voted prom king and queen in episode 3x22 instead of Casey and Max or am I gonna have to write it myself?
None that I read of. But you should definitley write it ASAP.
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#4
Your Top 5 Derek relationships? Romantic or platonic, anything counts ^^
1. Marti
How does my favourite sibling relationship in fiction come from this show? One of the things I absolutely loved about Life with Derek when I first got into it in 2015, is how you would see Derek's demeanour change when he was around his little sister and you saw what a good guy he was. I loved the nicknames that they both gave eachother. It was so sweet!
2. Casey
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#3
“Same difference” WHY DID HE LOOK SO DISAPPOINTED?
Thats the look of a man whose thinking 'Wow I'm in love with this girl and I can never have her" The last scene is almost like resignation for Derek. He's not giving up but he's finally letting her go.
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#2
Rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better
Tagged by: @wikiblair :)
Three ships: Xena and Gabrielle, Catherine and Peter, Derek and Casey
First ever ship: I thought it was Pazu and Sheeta from Castle in the Sky (i think that was my first OTP/obsession) but then looking back, I actually think in terms of shipping, it was Doctor and Rose from Doctor Who
Last song: Can't Get Closer - Velvet
Last film: 'Flowers in the Attic' (2014) - Its such a deeply disturbing film. I wasn't quite right after watching it.
Currently reading: You funny.
The next book I planning to read: 'You will get through the Night' by Dan Howell
Currently watching: 'The Great' - Its Great!
Currently consuming: Water
Currently craving: Nutella on Toast
Tagging: @deckerstarareotp @twobrokenwyngs @illgiveyouahint @lovelybeautifulpretty @legendofnora @hackedxy0x @imaginaryhaydee @mrs-n-uzumaki @adamisalive and anyone who wants to do it IDK
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My #1 post of 2022
your top 5 dasey episodes?💕
1. Home Movies
OK. Their fight at the beginning screams UST (and also kickstarts the episode)
Casey is trying to interview Derek about the family and he surprisingly gets really pissed at her. They fight alot in this show, but this is the first time he legitimately shouts at her while being dead serious/visably hurts her feelings and vice versa.
He's clearly mad that she left him out of something that deeply effects him. Hes never been good at expressing feelings which leads to him bottling them up and letting them out in an unhealthly way (sometimes I feel this dude needs more therpy than Casey). Even though, he likes his new step-family, he still had no say in the matter at the end of the day e.g. This is not a picture perfect family Casey, this is a mess of a family thats making the best of a contrived situation.
And its very obvious to me, that he clearly loves her by this point, and he resents the fact that he does. e.g. 'My Dads decisions put me in this mess'
It gave me a slight reminder of 'Flowers in the Attic' (even though thats a totally different kettle of fish) where the two eldest siblings fall in love with eachother because of the situation they are forced under by their parents (i.e. emotional neglect etc)
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That's 1,090 more posts than 2021!
526 posts created (35%)
979 posts reblogged (65%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 445 of my posts in 2022
#0 - 11 posts
#dr who - 55 posts
#doctor who - 44 posts
#juniper🌱 - 38 posts
#albedo✨🌻 - 21 posts
#the master - 17 posts
#juniper 🌱 - 15 posts
#the power of the doctor - 10 posts
#the doctor - 10 posts
#missy - 10 posts
Longest Tag: 130 characters
#but i have met the best people in the years following that have equally made me so happy and i do not know where i be without them
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
back on my bs i just cant cant cant see dhawan master after missy and maybe its because i have a tendency to only want to see the good in people but i also like to think that missy at the end was good!!! she tried so hard to better herself why would she go against all that improvement and become the dhawan master??
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#4
me refering to the doctor by all pronouns because its real and canon but Specifically 12 because??? 'we're billions of years beyond your petty obsession with gender'
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#3
Missy saying 'Your version of good is not absolute.' to the Doctor is very important in my opinion. Because she's right, The Doctor's idea of good is not perfect and sometimes it isnt even good. This is also because they have different morals, priorities etc. They have lived different lives.
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#2
12 and River had the longest linear time together out of all the Doctor incarnations. Twenty Four years together and no spoilers between them. All that is in their past. Twenty Four years in domestic bliss if you will. Eight Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty Six days together. Every interaction before this could be counted on one hand. Those could all amount to less than a year. 12 had the most time with her. Yes Eleven has more TV stories, however Twelve had twenty four whole uninterrupted years. It's so bittersweet. River spends 24 years with the man she loves, this version that knows everything and has seen it all. And the Doctor knows, the next time she'll see him, he will not know her. Ten will meet the whirlwind that is Professor River Song and she will know everything about him and he will know nothing.
Their whole story is so sad. Can you imagine dying infront of a man who you love so deeply and yet he has no idea who you are? Or finding yourself falling in love with this woman who knows you less each time and who you know will die?
The realisation setting in as they arrive at The Singing Towers and knowing this is the last time they will truly know eachother wholly. The last time they will know each event in eachothers winding timeline.
River said in one episode that one day, she will meet the Doctor and he will have no idea who she is and saying that it might just kill her. Unfortunately in a way, it did.
River almost begging the Doctor to 'please tell me you know who I am' because she knows what it means for them. The way you see her face visibly fall.
Twenty Four years means nothing when you are dying and your husband doesn't know who you are, doesn't understand how important you are. How it breaks the heart so tenderly cared for.
Twenty Four years is everything when you know every other meeting prior has been mere days or weeks or at the cost of many lives. Twenty Four years is everything and more.
Twenty Four years is more than so many other people get. It's both enough time and not enough at all.
At Darillium, they knew eachother the most. But River still had one adventure left and it killed her.
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Multi-Muse Questions
@whiskymuses said: Multi-muse meme! Do all odd numbers!
1. Which of your muses is the tallest?
Answered here.
3. Which of your muses either have been married or are currently married?
Been married: Andi, Ben, Ellen, Mira, Oscar, Peggy, Prue, Rose, Tay and Zach
Currently married: Liz
5. Do any of your muses want children?
Benji always liked the idea of being a father, but his work just didn’t allow for it. Olivia had a child at a young age who was adopted, but she would like to have one now that she is older. Zara would be open to having another child with the right person. Muses who would definitely like to (or be open to) have children in the future are: Daniela, Derek, Eva, Isabella, Kara, Matt, Neve, Nick.
7. Do any of your muses have advanced degrees? (ie: Master’s, doctorate, etc.)
Andi, Benji, Harry, Isla, Rose, Tay and Will.
9. Which of your muses is most likely to get thrown in jail for disorderly conduct?
The obvious ones are the likes of Gen and Zach. Charlotte and Seb have a pretty high chance too.
11. Which muses are addicted to social media?
None of them have what you’d describe as an addition, but Kara, Nick and Zara are the ones who post the most. Scott, Derek and Freddie all use it a fair amount for their work.
13. Which muse is the most emotional?
Answered here.
15. Which of your muses would make the best social media influencer?
Probably Gen if she wasn’t in the criminal world.
17. Are any of your muses artistically inclined?
Definitely Nick - he’s an art student/artist. But if we’re expanding artistic to other mediums, Freddie is a former singer, Daniela and Eva are both dancers, and Scott is an actor.
19. Which muse is the most ‘street smart’?
Zach, Luca, Lia and Charlotte probably.
21. Which muse is the most gullible?
Probably either Isabella or Nick.
23. Which muse have you written for the longest amount of time?
Benji - I started writing him in July 2012. Out of my OCs, it would be Olivia.
25. Who is your most well travelled muse?
Benji, Will, Ilsa, Oscar and Nyah - they are agents who travel the world for work.
27. Which muse utilizes your favourite faceclaim?
I honestly don’t know if I can choose! I love all of the fcs I use in various ways, I make muses for them because I appreciate them so much. But my longest fave would probably be Benji.
29. Which muse, in your opinion, has the best smile?
Answered here.
31. Which muse has the highest ‘body count’ (aka - how many people they’ve slept with)?
Gen or Ricky.
33. Which muses would be good parents?
A lot of them, tbh, but a few selections would be Ben, Daniela, Derek, Eva, Isabella, Matt, Neve and Olivia.
35. Which muses have pets? Tell us their species and names.
Daniela - a cat called Sparkle (she let her class of 6 year old ballet class make suggestions and picked a name out of a hat)
Derek - a mutt called Jock
Nick - two cats called Leo (Da Vinci) and Vince (Van Gogh)
Zara - her family own a golden retriever called Cooper
37. Did any of your muses not graduate high school?
No
39. Which muse is the most manipulative?
Definitely Gen and Alanna. They can almost always get what they want.
41. Have any of your muses won any awards in their field or are they notable in their professional success?
None have won awards. Tay has a successful reputation in his hospital, but that’s just within the local medical profession. Andi has a solid reputation in her profession too.
43. Which muse has the least money?
Realistically, probably Ben - hunting isn’t the most lucrative business.
45. Which muse is the biggest flirt?
Definitely Gen, but also Seb when he’s in the mood or wants to get something out of it.
47. Which muse is the most likely to survive The Hunger Games?
100% Ben would be at the top - hunting is his life, so he knows how to survive when something, or someone, is trying to kill you. Also Lia, since she has lived so long (and is kinda immortal so there’s that too).
49. Which muse is the most likely to fight aliens…and win?
Well, if we put Cris or Prue in their SHIELD verse, probably one of them? But once again, Ben’s skills at hunting the supernatural probably would benefit him.
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So before I fall asleep and forget panels
Mandip really has loved every minute, talks about how good a "number one" is - Jodie leading the cast in a totally supportive way so everyone had lunch in her trailer just as a matter of course as they talked things out and she looked out for them; she's "the boss" to Bradley Walsh and even he was impressed by how she does that BTS job of kind of being the captain and anchoring/guiding them (Colin Spaul who did classic Who and new mentions there really isn't much time for rehearsal now, unlike the old days, so not a lot of time to plan and experiment)
S11-12 Jodie was 1, Brad 2, Tosin 3, she was 4, and she probably should've been 3 with John Bishop's experience but Jodie said absolutely not; also in scenes without the Doctor Mandip was half jokingly being 1 but had actually learned a lot from Jodie about leading a cast, a lot of bts stuff she'll take with her [parallelling Yaz!] obviously admires her as well as being really good friends
it's Mandip's first con in the states so of course she's getting really competitive trying to beat Barrowman's ribbon collection
she doesn't think of it as work (she said this at the smaller meet & greet) she really does love acting!
Mandip was a little disappointed they had to stay in wales ("I love Wales!" she hastened to add) for s13 after going to S Africa and Tenerife and Bulgaria, but she liked the continuity, getting to work with actors for several stories like past work
Her favorite stunt so far, although they're tiring, was the crane, just because she'd been doing "telly in the kitchen" right before that, and that scene told her right away this was Big (although she didn't like the heights)
upside down isn't as fun as she thought it would be; headache!
She didn't know that yaz was going to fall for the Doctor until she read those lines on the page — she and Jodie were both like "hm, yeah, we can work with this!" —although it was a natural progression. Until then had been playing it that Yaz admired and loved the Doctor in one way or another, but it totally made sense (she talked about falling in love after becoming good friends with someone, and about how Yaz's flashes of anger with the Doctor are because it hurts more when someone you love hurts you; you don't care so much "if it's a bus driver being rude")
Yes, she had her "Thasmin is canon" ribbon; it was the first thing she mentioned, to much applause. Given her by interviewer Riley Silverman
She talked about representation, understanding it as an Asian actor and why it matters to see characters like you on the media you watch.
And it was just a relaxed and comfortable interview. Riley mentioned at lobbycon that Mandip appreciated Riley had really listened to what she said, more than most interviewers do, which Riley noted as sad. [That's the trouble with prepared questions. Riley is a standup comic, so she's better at improv.]
I feel like I should have more for Sacha but his interview was before Mandips and the interviewer's questions weren't as good.
He has tremendous respect for and spent a lot of time with Waris Hussein. (Who said he did a good job, except while watching rehearsal "I was more posh."
Sacha joking about his not-posh Mancunian (Manchester) accent: he's the first Master not to call himself Maaaahst-ah with that initial posh a-sound. He's from a small village in Manchester, misses it.
Talked a lot about variable modes of his Master, that rather than wearing latex masks he rips off, he likes to settle into other roles, other lives, almost as if he's trying to escape being himself — he's the "Master of disguise" and keeps acting in new ways so you're never quite sure which is the real him.
Got down into his mind a little bit, being resentful of not being appreciated, old friends/enemies with the Doctor, etc etc etc.
Suggested a wild idea— with canon changing/refreshing in weird ways — he could be the next Doctor (I almost think he meant his Master; he's still learning the lore. But he was joking around.)
Asked if he had a controversial take on the Master, what he would have his Master say, he kind of curled around the mike and did a tortured "I love you, Doctor" which would have caused several shippers' heads to explode. I'm not sure he is aware of the shipping, although I suspect by the end of this weekend, he'll be informed.
He and the interviewer had mentioned therapy at some point, so they concluded that perhaps s14 should include the Doctor and the Master in couples therapy.
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Milfkasa
Eren has a neighbor, a young mom name Mikasa who just had a baby three months old. Since Eren is a doctor Mikasa like to come to his house doing postpartum check up routine. She is so nice, kind, and pretty.
He likes her.
Trigger Warning: Degradation, Cheating, Breeding Kink, Fingering, Dubcon, NTR.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I don’t really know about pregnancy etc i just scrolled up google fast. Since this is a Fic it’s not gonna be 100% accurate. Also this is dark/kinda toxic so beware.
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Mikasa really love her husband and her newborn child, but the fact that her husband is a super busy business man that often to go to another city for a long time and her mother in law who really likes her baby and always take her baby every week makes Mikasa kinda sad and lonely.
Untill she met her neighbor who was doctor and decided to be friend with him. Eren is so fine and his personality also makes Mikasa feel comfortable around him. He is so nice and gentle! He like to pat her head and caress her skin.
That’s a normal thing right?
Eren wake up each morning, making tea, grab his newspaper and then go to the backyard just for one thing. Seeing his neighbor who doing her laundry, seeing her wearing short thin white sundress little bit sheer that can makes Eren see her skin, pink bra and panties who were match.
Mikasa never think about what she wearing, as long the clothes is comfortable, she will wear it. Her most favorite is her thin sundress and also small tight shirt with short pants almost showing her inner thigh. She know that every morning Eren will be on his backyard so Mikasa decided to walk over to the bench and greet him “Morning Dr. Jaeger” she said with a big smile watching that man laying on his long chair with a newspaper on his hand.
“Oh, Good morning Mikasa” he replied acted surprised while he already know that she will coming to him “Where’s Mr. Grice?” Eren fold his newspaper, get up and walk to her. Mikasa shrug her shoulder with a sour smile “He hasn’t come home yet, still has a work to done in Marley” Eren nodded “Also mom took our daughter to her place yesterday, well typically my lonely week” she continued and laugh.
Laughing her own misery.
Eren know that fake smile so he cup her face with one arm and caress the mark on her cheek “Hey it’s okay” he try to cheer her up “if you feel lonely you can come to my house” or he just want to take the opportunity “Today there’s check up that we going to do right?” Mikasa raised her face looking at those green eyes.
They already doing this for like 2-3 times and it’s going well. Mikasa would come to Eren’s house and he will lead her to a room, more like a guest room with a desk full of his medical things. Eren has a specific room for his work complete with a surgical chair, single bed with a brown curtain, and anatomy lab mini skeleton on his desk. But Eren take her to this room instead, it’s because Mikasa is people who close with him so she get a special treatment. Mikasa also never pay to Eren, that man always refuse all the money that Mikasa give to him.
Because Eren doesn’t want her money, Mikasa like to cook and give it to him since Eren also live alone in his house. So he doesn’t need to order a food or get in his car to buy junk food.
Unfortunately she still has a house to clean so she decided to ended up their morning chit chat and back doing her laundry while Eren finish his tea and finally get back inside of his house.
What Eren usually do when he check up Mikasa is like every other doctor do to her in hospital. Checking her weight, her breast, her temperature, and her womb. But doctor at hospital doesn’t do it greatly like what Eren did. They just see her breast for a second and told her to put her bra and clothes on, different with Eren that will analyze her breast, touch it softly, and give it a slow massage making her feel relax and good after carrying her heavy breast that fill with milk. Then he will look at her cunt, rub it gently makes her shiver, just to check up that everything is okay. For her, Eren is the kindest man she ever met after her own husband.
He’s nice, he’s smart, has a great job, has a perfect goddess features face (yes he’s so handsome Mikasa has to admit it) but Mikasa never saw him with a girl before.
How can Eren be with other girl when Mikasa is what he want?
~~~
Mikasa wake up when she can’t hold a strange feeling on her body. She doesn’t know why but her body feels burning, and sweat keep droping from her back. Her breast is hurt and her cunt won’t stop twitching. With dizzy head Mikasa get rid of the bed tidy up her sundress and her hair then she walk down the stairs towards to front door.
She want to go to Eren’s house, she need him to check what happen to her, is she get sick? Well she already feel this thing since weeks ago but Mikasa thought maybe she just miss her husband, but the tingling on her crotch is beyond the limit. Maybe Eren know how to get rid of this feelings and give her some medicine.
Eren that who already wait her in his work room, greet her when she coming to his house standing infront the door with red face, shiver body, and glassy eyes.
“Dr. Jaeger!” She lean her body over him, makes her big breast touching his chest, and burrying her face on his shoulder “Calm down Mika, let’s go inside first and then tell me what’s happen to you okay?” She nodded. Eren lead her to the room and lock the infront door.
When they get there Mikasa sit on the bed while Eren sit on his chair infront of her, they face each other.
Mikasa is so shy and feel embarrassed when she want to tell what happen to her but she hopeless and Eren is her doctor he already seeing her breast and cunt, there’s nothing to be shy or scared of “I don’t know what happen, suddenly my body feels strange. It’s feels like they burning and I don’t know why nor know how to g-get rid of it” she explained with teary eyes while her hands still covering her chest.
Oh, with a smug face Eren know what is it “Okay then, tell me the area’s that feels most strange or uncomfortable” he said makes her face turn more redder.
She bit her lips looking down doesn’t want to see his face “M-my breast and d-down there doctor” a smirk appear on his face. “Let me see it Mika, now strip” he command her.
Mikasa gulp her spit, she gather her courage to start lifting her white sundress because this is not the first time and she doesn’t need to feel shy. After took off her dress leaving her body with her matching victoria secret pink underwear she try to cover her skin with her hand again.
“When i said strip, take off everything Mikasa or I can’t help you” he said with a cold tone makes Mikasa raised her face to see his expressionless face that she never see before. Seeing Eren like this lowkey makes her little scared of him “B-but doctor”- “Took off your bra and panties or i can’t help you Mika. You are a grown up woman you doesn’t need to tell that thing twice to understand” how he speak right now is different then before, Eren is mad at her.
She doesn’t want that! Mikasa doesn’t want to makes him upset because her ridiculous feelings. So with tears that start dropping, she took off her bra and her panties showing her big white breast with pink nipple same as her beautiful cunt.
Good girl
“My breast hurts” she told him with a small voice.
Eren leans on her, push away her hand that covering her chest. He grab her breast with his large hand makes her whinned “Right here?” She nodded. He start to massage her breast makes her gasp and moan, Mikasa try to hold her voice by covering her mouth with her hand but Eren told her that it’s okay, he need to hear her voice.
“It’s okay Mika, let me hear your sound”
With eyes closed she start to moan, her breast is so sensitive especially her nipple, and what Eren doing right now is making her breast more and more strange. She feel so hurt, ticklish, and good in the same time but she doesn’t want Eren to stop. From gentle massage Eren start to squish her breast and pinch her nipple makes her milk come out.
“You must be tired carrying this heavy milk all day, I’m gonna help you Mika since your baby doesn’t suck it” Eren take her to his lap “huh?” Making her confused with his act and suddenly suck her breast roughly drinking all the milk makes her moan.
She can’t hold it “Doctor- ah! EREN! S-stop! It’s embarrassing!” But he’s Eren, he doesn’t listen to anyone. He still sucking her breast one to another making her pant like her life been sucking away. Her breast is huge, pale white, and really soft she can feel Eren’s tongue playing with her nipple, after finish drinking Mikasa’s sweet milk Eren finally let her go (push her to the bed). Not gonna lie, her chest getting lighter since Eren suck all that heavy milk.
“It’s better isn’t it? You must be tired carrying all those milk. Now lay down i’ll check your womb”
She lay down on bed, spreading her leg showing her wet pink cunt “How could i check your cunt when it cover with your cum?” Mikasa shakes her head embarrassed she can’t stop the liquid that keep flowing from her cunt.
Eren know what happen to Mikasa, it’s something that often occurs to woman that just have a child, in couple weeks to month after sex break between you and your husband. Finally your body will craving sex again. And here, poor Mikasa. Her husband always busy and doesn’t have time to please her, cuddling, caress her skin, and Eren will help her with it.
When Eren start inserting his finger Mikasa immediately hold his hand try to push it away from her cunt, this time the procedure is too much and too far. He furrow his brow “What’s wrong Mika?” He asked makes her gulp “I-i think it’s too much Doctor, I feel better now” she lied “I-i want to go h-home right now” affraid of him. He usually just see her pussy, check it and done but today is different, something telling her that she must go home.
“Are you doesn’t trust your doctor Mikasa?” He grip her tight try to hold her stay in bed “it’s a lil bit sad you know? You are the one who came to me first and all i want is to help you” Eren continue with a disappointed face “After all this time you doubting me?” Her eyes were full with tears, it’s so mean how Eren makes her feel bad just for baiting her into his trap.
No, no, no, and no! You’re wrong.
She shakes her head, she cursed herself why she being such paranoid. This is Eren, a man that who already she knew. Mikasa grab his hand and put it on her chest “No, please forgive me. Please don’t think like that, i need you” and that’s all what Eren want to hear right know.
~~~
He flip her stomach makes her face lay to the pillow while her ass is up. Eren grab her ass and open her pink fold cunt just to see the beautiful scenery. Her cunt is like a blooming pink reddish tulips with cum that won’t stop dripping. He continued to insert his finger and thrust it slow makes her moan. And then put two finger to strecth her with an excuse to check her womb.
Mikasa just obey what Eren does, no matter what she has to believe him and what that brown haired man do feels good thou.
He continued to fuck her with his finger, using his thumb to circle her clit, and pinch it makes her whined. What Eren do is what her body need it, and she can’t refuse it again. It’s been a long time Mikasa never felt this thing, being touch, since Colt always busy with his works and Mikasa is just too shy and find it difficult to please herself. She already tried to rub her own clit do it like what she see on porn vids that she found on internet and Mikasa doesn’t know why but Eren’s face that show up in her mind and not her husband while she playing with her clit makes her more desperated, why were she thinking about him! but it’s just bad and she ended up ashamed of herself
And now all of that dirty fantasy turn to be real, Mikasa know she fucked up.
Her cunt is wet enough, so slick, and now let the real procedure begin.
Eren take off his belt and pants without Mikasa knows that his cock already hanging infront of her pussy. He start to rub his cock to her lips makes her whinned and raised her head from the pillow try to look back “What is that?!” She try to reach Eren but failed. He grab her waist so Mikasa can’t go anywhere “This is the medicine that you need Mikasa” and he thrust all over her dick inside her, he makes sure every inch of his “Eren!” She scream when something fill her stomach.
It’s crazy to think that Mikasa already had a baby while she is so tight like a virgin “fuck” he sigh when he feels her womb sucking his dick in. Mikasa is freeze for a second to realize that Eren just thrust his dick in her, she getting fuck by her doctor. Her cunt were tightening accepting Eren’s big cock filling her pussy. She cried, she took a deep breath and try to crawl but he hold her waist.
Eren continued to push his dick in since there’s some inch left makes her cried, Mikasa swear to god that his tip alread touch her cervix and if there’s still inch of him that doesn’t fit her womb and he forced his self to come in, his tip will get in to her cervix.
“Doctor Jaeger please” she beg crying and clenching her fist “I have a husband” the guilty in her heart imagining her husband face and her baby makes her break down. Hearing Mikasa still think about her husband somehow made Eren mad “I’m just helping you, Mikasa, doing something that your husband can’t do, to fulfill what you need” he lean on her, his chest touch her back “Do you think that I don’t know kitten?” She know this is not the right time but being called like that makes her blushing.
“I can hear your moan in the middle of the night, while your husband is not at home” Mikasa widen her eyes, it can not be “sound faint between the wall, saying my name” he grind. Before Mikasa can make an excuse Eren continue his word “It’s okay, there’s no shame in asking for help” he whispered pulled out his dick just to thrust her again makes her whinned.
Mikasa doesn’t know where she gonna hid her face after Eren knows her dirty secret, she just hope that everything is be done and she want to go home. Not gonna lie this cock warming is killing her.
“Now let me help you to fulfill your desire since your husband can’t do it” without any further do he start to hump her, thrust her tight cunt, while all Mikasa can do just accept him and moan. Calling his name again and again when his tip touch her cervix. Eren do it more good and amazing than her own husband. The last time she had sex were before she got pregnant which is this is the first time again Mikasa having sex since long time and she do it not with her husband.
Mikasa squeeze the pillow feel the pleasure that Eren make, her body was craving to him even her hips start grinding to him. “Fuck!” He groaned “It’s unbelievable that you are so tight!” No matter how wet she is It’s still kinda hard to thrust his dick because oh god Mikasa is just damn tight.
They both fuck like animal, for a while she forgot about her husband and her baby.
All Mikasa can think is how long her body can take Eren. Maybe the reason she thought Eren is a good man, Eren were kind, she feel comfortable around him is not Eren were like that, maybe it’s just because she likes him but ignore the fact.
Almost reach the climax Eren pull his dick makes her cried, she almost cum! Now she feel void inside her “please don’t stop” she pleaded with a soft voice almost like a whisper but Eren can hear it.
“What was that?” He smirk hold her body turn it so she can lay to the bed, finally they can see each other. This is not the first time Eren see Mikasa naked but this is the first time Mikasa see him without any clothes. Seeing his muscular body, that golden tan skin, he is so handsome with his messy manbun with stray of hair framing his face, but the one who catch her attention is his big cock hanging with some veins on it, it’s hard to believe that her pussy can take all of that “Louder kitten” his smile send shiver to her body.
Eren spread her legs and rub his dick on her crotch “Don’t s-stop” she beg with teary eyes. “As you wish” then he start to insert her pussy again and fuck her rough.
“Look at yourself Mika, begging to be fuck by other man while your husband is go out working?” He grab her breast and squeeze it makes her tilt her head back “You’re such a slut, don’t you feel bad if you know your husband know you fuck with someone else? But i guess you doesn’t think that things since you were a slut”.
The more Eren throw her mean or harsh word the more she get turn on. It’s embarrassing but she can’t deny him, he lean on her to kiss her plump lips, taste her tongue and Mikasa happily to kiss him back and put her hand on his neck.
“E-eren ah, i-im gonna cum!” She whinned and Eren immediately kiss her cheek “Me too, let’s do it together” he pull her body, makes her sit on his lap but her both leg is on his shoulder, they were so close.
He cum inside of her following Mikasa scrathing his back. Mikasa swear Eren’s cum shot right into her cervix. Mikasa drop her face on his shoulder to catch a breath, this feel so amazing, her body was exhausted. Eren pat her head, caress her hair and kiss her.
~~~
“So your husband go again?” He asked and replied by a nodded. “When you going to told him about the divorce?”.
“Shut up Jaeger” Mikasa groaned.
She know Eren like to tease her while she were on top of him. He laugh at her, looking at Mikasa who try to hump again his dick but before she can make him come she already tired.
“Want me to help you?” She shake her head, she want the one who going to makes him good this time but it’s hard since- “Don’t forced yourself Mika” Eren rub her swollen belly “It’s must be heavy while you carrying my child” then he grab her waist to help her move.
“I-i can do it alone Eren!” She protest holding her moan, she so sensitive while pregnancy and Eren loves it. Also her bright-glowing face because pregnancy just makes him more harder.
“Ah ah ah! Don’t against me kitten, all you have to do is say my name and only think about me”.
#mikasa ackerman#attack on titan#eren jeager smut#eren yeager#aot#aot fanfiction#eremika fic#eren x mikasa#eren smut#mikasa smut#dark smut
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The Fraction of Innocence.
**Gif Not Mine**
Anon Requested: 10, 16, and 25 for the smutty prompts thing!!!
10: “were you just touching yourself?” ‘yeah, what are you donna do about it?’
16: “the only way you are gonna get off is on my thigh.”
25: “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”
Pairings: SpencerXReader
Rating: M, (This is very explicit.)
Words: 4K
Warnings: NSFW!!! 18+ (Dom!Spencer, BDSM overtones, sexual conduct, fingering, bondage, etc.)
Request: OPEN/CLOSED
Summary: Spencer thinks Y/N is an innocent, naive girl until a case reveals her extracurricular activities.
Spencer had been back from jail for 2 months when he first met her.
At first he didn’t think anything of her, other than the faint smell of vanilla and daisy as she walked past him in the bullpen and the bright smile that seemed to take up half her face. She was carrying files close to her chest like a schoolgirl late to class and the skirt of her white dress bellowed softly behind her as she made her way to Emily’s office.
“Who is that?” He had asked.
Luke looked up to where Spencer’s gaze was. “Oh, that’s Y/N, she's a tech analyst helping Penelope out right now. She’s sweet, you’ll like her.”
It doesn’t take Spencer long after that to decide he, in fact, does not like you. There was nothing wrong with you. Luke was right, you were sweet, almost sickeningly so. It was like you had no concept of reality. You lived in this world of all sunshine and good things despite the horror that crossed your screen daily. And while Penelope was the same, she at the very least knew how bad the world could be and chose to see the good in it. You didn’t, it was like you’d never had a single bad thing happen to you. And Spencer, who had been dealt the bad hand so many times in life hated that.
It also didn’t help that you were gorgeous too. You looked like an artist sculpted you himself to make the perfect woman. Real People weren’t supposed to look like that. Real people were supposed to have flaws and blisters. Real people were supposed to look tired so early in the morning not fully awake and smiling while handing everyone in the office a coffee. He didn’t understand how you could be real.
“Here you go, Spencer. Americano lots of sugar.” You said, placing the coffee on his desk.
“Thank you.” He mumbles.
“We have a case, by the way.” You giggle, going off to hand Luke his coffee before walking away to the conference room. Spencer was barely able to keep his eye roll at bay.
Luke sees that and laughs, clapping Spencer on the back. “Come on, kid. Play nice.”
“She’s giggling about a murder case.” Spencer grumbles before following him into the conference room.
“3 women have been murdered in Queens. Judging by the scars, they were all bound and strangled before finally being dumped in an alley.” Garcia says, as she goes through the slides, showing the crime scenes. “Police need our help finding the connection between these three women because right now, it looks like there is none.”
“I’d say.” Tara speaks up. “We have a waitress/student, a doctor, and a paralegal. All living in different areas of the city with virtually no reason to interact.”
Spencer looks down at his file, examining the picture when he notices something. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you clear your throat.
“Umm, Emily?” You say from your seat right across from Spencer. Emily looks up inquisitively at you. “I think I know what connects them.”
“What’s that, Y/N?” Emily asks, raising a brow at her.
You clear your throat again. “Victim #2, Rebecca Belfront, has a Padlock collar necklace on in her second picture. That’s typically used to indicate she’s a submissive with a committed dominant partner. But she wasn’t wearing it when her body was found which makes me think that that relationship recently ended. That made me look at the marks on their arms. While there are some new ones from the murders, they all have faded marks around the wrist and body as well. Leads me to believe the bounding was er-... consensual. We should probably look into New York’s BDSM scene.” You close, smiling awkwardly.
Spencer looks at you in shock. He, of course, had come to the same conclusion you did and had been about to say that but he, at least, knew why he knew that. Why did you know that?
Emily hummed thoughtfully. “It’s worth looking into. Do you mind coming to NY with us? Your insight might be needed.”
You look kind of shocked at that but nod. “Of course, whatever I can do to help.” You say, softly.
“Great, Wheels up in 30.” She says, getting up, effectively ending the meet. Spencer watches you speed after her, files in hand to ask some more questions. Spencer’s walking back to his desk when Luke catches up with him.
“Y/N has a dark side. Who knew?” He says, smirking.
“Probably not.” Spencer muses. “She could’ve just known that. I mean, I just know stuff sometimes too.”
“Nah, I don’t think so. Her body language gave her away. She was flushing and stuttering sure, but she was confident in what she was saying. Almost as if, she was speaking from experience.” Luke laughs. “She may be all lollipops and candy bars here, but I bet behind closed doors, she’s handcuffs and gags.”
Spencer hums. “Maybe.” He says looking up to watch you walk back across the catwalk from Prentiss’ office. Luke was right though, your body language did give you completely away that you were talking from experience. Spencer couldn’t help but wonder just how much.
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When you arrive in New York, You head straight from the jet to the Police Station in Queens. You fiddle with your thumbs a bit, you are nervous.
“You ok?” Spencer says, from his spot in front of the bulletin board he was setting up. You were supposed to be helping him but you knew Spencer was particular about some things so you let him do it. In fact, there were a lot of things you’d let Spencer do. With you, to you, you weren’t picky. The man was gorgeous enough to make you nervous. With his lean muscles, long, fluffy hair, and large hands, he looked like something that walked right out of a wet dream of yours. Which sometimes, he was just that. You weren’t stupid though, you knew Spencer didn’t think of you that way. In fact, you didn’t think Spencer thought of you in any way. He seemed to ignore you anyway he could.
You look up from your laptop. “Oh yea, I’m fine. I’m just...nervous. I’ve never been in the field.”
“Chances are you won’t be, Emily will probably keep you in the Station if she can help it.” Spencer provides.
“I know, it’s just-- you know what I mean.” You say, Spencer nods before returning to the bulletin board. You stand to look at the map with him. “So, from what I was able to find there’s only 3 BDSM clubs in Queens but there’s only one in the middle of where the three women were found. Place called Cat’s Cradle.”
Spencer hums. “How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.” You look up at the man, recognizing the quote.
“There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.” You say back, shrugging.
“You read Vonnegut?” He asks.
“You said that like you’re more surprised that I can read than what I read being Vonnegut.” You say, Spencer shrugs not even denying it. God, he was such a dick sometimes. A hot dick, but a dick nonetheless.
The two of you turn when you hear a knock at the door to see the lead detective coming in to check on you guys. “Just wanted to see how things were coming along. Also see if you guys needed anything?” Though he only directed the question at you with a sly smirk on his face. Men were so obvious sometimes.
“Nope, we’re fine.” You smile although you didn’t want to. “We’ve narrowed down to a couple BDSM clubs so hopefully we’ll catch our guy soon.”
“Wait, you think these girls were…” He trails off. You nod, knowing what he was thinking. “Well, it probably serves them right.”
“Excuse me?” You say.
“Listen, I know what kind of girls go into those kinds of clubs. If they want to be sexual deviants, they can’t be surprised when shit like this happens to them.” He gestures to the board.
“Actually more women are into Dominant/Submissive as well as BDSM relationships than you would think, statistically 85%.” Spencer cuts him off. “These clubs are just commonplace for them to meet like minded people just like you would do in any other club and they should be put on trial after their deaths for trusting the wrong person. If you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to work, Detective.” He says, turning back towards the board. The man nods and leaves shortly after that.
“Thank you.” You say, softly.
“What for?” Spencer asks.
“Come on, I work with profilers and I’m not stupid. I know you guys know about me so thank you for defending me just now.”
“I wasn’t defending you.” Spencer says. “He was making inappropriate comments about victims and we don’t need that outdated way of thinking working on this case. Besides…” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips and back to your eyes. “You’re not the only one with… unconventional extracurriculars.” He turns and walks out after that leaving you watching after him.
What?
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After delivering the profile, you find the Unsub, a man named Ivan Parke. The only thing left to do was find the best way to snuff him out. When the team is discussing the next best course of action. It’s then Luke comes up with the idea.
“We should send Y/N undercover.” He says. “She knows the profile and knows the most about the scene.”
Emily nods. “Is that something you’re comfortable with, Y/N.”
You look up. “Oh, um yea. I’d have to find a different outfit but you have to send someone with me.” You say, everyone looks at you confused so you sigh and explain yourself. “If you send me into a club like this, in a foreign place with no Dom, the Unsub isn’t going to be my only worry. Someone’s going to have to play my dominant.”
“I’ll do it.” Spencer speaks up. Your eyes widened, you were not expecting Spencer to agree to it, you assumed you’d be stuck with Luke. Now you’re going to have to spend the night with the man you’d been crushing on since you started working with the BAU as his submissive. Like that wasn’t a dream come true.
“Great.” Emily says, dismissing everyone and handing you an expense credit card for an outfit. You take it and leave immediately, ignoring the sly look Spencer gives you.
You ended with a short, low-cut black leather dress with tank-like sleeves that showed off your curves and left very little to the imagination. As well as a clear pair of platform heels. You pulled your hair back into a sleek ponytail and you topped the look with your own personal leather choker with a large circle knob in the center. It was one of your favorite pieces to wear though you never really got a chance to wear it unless you were going to clubs, which you didn’t do as often these days. It was an expensive piece sure, but so worth it when you got to wear it. You were doing your makeup a little darker then you usually do in the bathroom when Spencer comes in.
“Is this how you typically look on the weekends?” He asks, standing behind you in the mirror. You look up to look him in the eyes through it.
“If I have the time.” You shrug.
“It’s very different. You’re very different from how I thought you were.”
“And how did you think I was, Spencer?”
“Naive...innocent.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have assumed anything about me.” You say, turning towards the man.
“Maybe you’re right… That’s an expensive piece.” He points out pointing to your choker. “Emily’s going to have fun explaining that at the next budgetary hearing.”
“I didn’t buy it today.” You explain. “It’s mine.”
Spencer hums for a moment before lifting his hand to turn your jaw, examining the piece. You can’t help the way your breath hitches at the contact. Spencer was already so close to you and now he was touching you, it was already starting to be too much. Soon, Spencer is hooking two fingers into the circle knob of your choker and he yanks it. Involuntarily, a whimper falls from your lips, prompting a smirk from the man across from you.
“Tonight’s going to be fun.” He says before leaving you in the bathroom in a state of shock.
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After getting your comms set up by Luke, who tried to avert his eyes from your frame as much as possible, you and Spencer walk into the Cat’s Cradle. Typically you didn’t like the club scene, but you sometimes liked to venture out when looking for a new partner. Cat’s Cradle was definitely different than the other places you had been. Sure it still had the private rooms and the main stage where a scene was happening in front of you but it was a lot more laid back than the ones you went to in DC. Spencer was really enjoying his role too. Probably hamming it up too much because he knew there was a part of you that actually wanted him to. In the end, finding Ivan Parke was easy. He took the bait almost instantly and you were arresting him just as fast.
“Great work tonight guys.” Emily says, when you reach the hotel lobby. “Jet’s leaving at 7AM so make sure to get some rest.” She says, dismissing you.
Now begged a tricky situation because you had almost forgotten you and Spencer were rooming together. As you walked back to the room together the air was thick but both of you were silent. The tension had been building between the two of you since he yanked your choker in the station bathroom. You knew it was a matter of time. The dam had to break.
“You can shower first.” Spencer says. You nod, taking off your choker and grabbing clothes before taking solace in the bathroom. You wanted Spencer and you knew you needed to expedite this. After a much needed shower, you change into your pajama shorts and tank combo. Spencer steps into the shower almost as soon as you leave it. It’s then that you think of the perfect plan. You lay on the bed and spread your legs before slipping a hand down your shorts. You tease yourself at first, rubbing your clit through your underwear while you thought about the events of the night. How Spencer had been so authoritative. How his hand slid to the small of your back and sometimes ghosted your ass as the two of you walked around the club. How he had been so close in the bathroom. The way he yanked you closer. A small moan escaped you as you slid your hand in your underwear. Soon you hear the bathroom door open. Spencer stops short, watching you before leaning on the frame.
“Were you just touching yourself?”
“Yes.” You answer. “Are you gonna to do something about it?”
“Should I? Instead of telling me what you want you decide to act like a brat and do this.”
Spencer moves closer to the bed but doesn’t do anything, just continues to watch you so you decide to give him a show. Moaning loudly as you slide a digit inside of you. Spencer looks at you with hooded eyes. You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you.
“I think you’re going to give me what I want.” You say, smirking.
“And why’s that?” He says.
“You’re already weak.” You say.
“I’m weak, pretty girl?” He asks, incredulously. Before you know it, he’s ripping your hand out of your pants and crowding in the space between your legs forcing you to sit up and look at him. “You’re in here touching yourself to the thought of me like a horny teenager and I’m the one who’s weak? Ok.” He sits back and pulls you by your hips to sit on top of his lap, your legs straddling one of his thighs. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh, ok?” He tells you, starting to move your hips. You moan, nodding your head as the friction makes its way through your core. Spencer lifts your shirt off you and smirks when his eyes land on your bare breast. He leans forward to catch your left nipple in his mouth. Your back arches as you grind harder against his thigh. Your hands fly up to start unbuttoning his shirt when he stops you.
“Did I say you could touch yet, princess?” He asks.
“N-No, sir.” You stutter.
“Then keep your hands to yourself.” He says, putting your hands back to your side. He does indulge you by taking his shirt off himself. But that doesn’t help you keep your hands to yourself. You saw the lean muscle and craved to mark it up with your nails. Your hands go up to touch him again but he stops you.
“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to tie you up, Princess. Just be good, baby.”
You were already close before but now with Spencer’s hands and mouth everywhere and constant friction on your sex it was damn near pushing you off the edge.
“I’m gonna come.” You tell him, he grips your hips tighter, lifting his leg slightly so he was only rubbing against your clit. That makes you moan out loudly.
“Go ahead, Princess. Cum for me.” He says, and that was all you needed to fall right over the edge. Your legs shake and convulse as Spencer grips your hips help you ride it out. Soon you come down panting and he’s kissing into your neck. He pulls back and grips your jaw.
“Still think I’m weak, Princess?” He asks.
You knew it was unwise. In fact, you tried to stop yourself before you did it but it was too late. You reared your hand back and slapped Spencer across the cheek. Not hard enough to be seen as anything malicious but sharp enough to throw him off, like he couldn’t believe you had done it.
“Yes I do.” You say looking him in the eyes after. Something like a switch went off because there was no other way to describe the look he gave you other than feral and fully primitive. He pushes you off him.
“Get on your hands and knees, now.” He says, menacingly. You scramble and run to get into the position. Once in, Spencer forces your knees further apart. He angrily takes his belt off his pants before fashioning them into a makeshift cuff and pulling your wrist so they’re tied behind your back, leaving you face down into the mattress. He slides your shorts and underwear off in one go. You yelp loudly when the first slap comes to your behind. When the second and third slap comes, you try to squeeze your legs together to get some form of friction but Spencer forces your knees further apart. You moan out when you feel a digit slide against your folds. You try to push back on it but Spencer holds your hips in place.
“P-Please.” you stutter.
“What do you want, Princess?” He says, sliding a second digit inside you making you cry out more.
“Please, fuck me, Spencer.” You say, and you really didn’t have to ask twice because almost as soon as you ask Spencer’s hands leave you to finish unbuckling his pants. There’s a brief moment of calm, so calm that you almost think Spencer wasn’t going to give you what you want but that calm is interrupted by Spencer slamming into, no warning. You scream out but that’s only rewarded with your head being shoved more into the mattress to muffle your cries. Spencer’s hands are pulling on your cuffs so he is almost impossibly deep inside you. You moans start to get louder and louder. Suddenly, Spencer is pulling you up so you’re both sitting up, your back against his chest. One of his hands slides to grip around your neck while the other is moving to circle your clit. The hand around your neck tilts your jaw back so you’re looking up at the man behind you.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Open your mouth, Princess.” He orders, which you do instantly sticking your tongue out. Spencer leans forward and spits into your waiting mouth before locking his mouth with yours. His hand squeezes your neck tighter as you moan into his mouth as he starts fucking you faster, his dick hitting your g-spot almost every thrust. It’s not long before you’re just babbling, not even able to string a coherent sentence together.
“You gonna come for me, Princess?” He asks. You nod, moaning loudly. At this point, you knew there was no way the person in the room next to you guys didn’t hear you. You could only hope that it wasn’t one of the team. “Go ahead for me, baby. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” After that, it doesn’t take long before you’re falling over the edge, shaking all the while. Spencer fucks you through it before tightening his grip on your hips to bend you back forwards so your face is back on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast before falling over the edge himself, moaning your name.
The two of you say nothing as he unties you. When he does, you instantly flop down on your back, breathing heavily. Spencer wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom. For a moment you think he’s just leaving you like this, that you were foolish to think Spencer cared anything about you but in that moment he comes back with a wet cloth and ointment. He says nothing as he wipes between your legs before tossing the towel aside. You watch him with a smirk on your face as he rubs the ointment on the red marks the red cuffs made on you.
He looks you in the eye. “What, Y/N?”
“What happened to Princess?” You say, Spencer just looks at you with a bored expression which only makes you smile more. “Now’s probably a good time for you to ask me to dinner.”
Spencer chuckles lightly at that. “You don’t want to go to dinner with me.”
“I’m almost positive I do. Why would you say that?” You ask.
Spencer looks you in the eyes at that moment. “I’m not-Y/N, I’m not like you.”
“Like me?”
“I’m not able to be cheery and smiley. I can’t float into rooms. I can’t be happy like you are, too much has happened to me. You deserve someone happy.”
“Spencer.” You say, looking him in the eyes. “You are not broken. You can be happy, it’s going to take time sure but I’m willing to be with you through that. If you want that.” You say.
Spencer nods. “Ok, Y/N.” he smiles.
“So….?”
He rolls his eyes at that. “What’re you doing next sunday?”
You smile, brightly. “Absolutely nothing.”
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