1 am freak thoughts. :) Tehee. Guy sitting alone in his room giggling bc he thought of something he wrote about a guy that came from his brain.

@bookwermthings you asked me to describe jack's coat during torchwood so;;; alright lets do that i guess

but listen: im just saying things i know for a fact from the top of my head so YEAH it'll be a bit vague and im not putting photos of the coat here. im terribly sorry but im writing this during my lunch break

OKAY lets begin: first off really quick we gotta talk about the first coat. The greatcoat Jack wore in The Empty Child was actually a REAL historical greatcoat from the 40s! It isn't clear but what it seems is that Jack was intended to be just an one-off character so they thought it would be okay to get a real coat, since they're a relatively common piece to find among ww2 memorabilia ( fun fact: that's why that coat seems a little bit too big for jack, it wasn't actually made to fit him. also because that was some THICC fabric right there but it was definetely too big for him)

the coat wasn't accurate to the year set in the episode (those shoulder boards are not even remotely close to the year 1941) nor to the character. the thing about those coats is that higher-ranking officers had enough money to have one made for them from scratch, those were known as "private purchases". therefore, private purchases tended to differ a lot from the ones produced en-masse since they were made from different tailors chosen by different officers.

the coat jack was wearing had a LOT of unique features about it (i wont even start) so i think it's safe to say it was a private purchase. however, the rank braids (those vertical blue lines in his shoulders) indicate that the coat belonged to a squadron leader, NOT a captain.

with all of this in mind, the first coat is still the most historic accurate greatcoat Jack wears.

moving on, when torchwood began and jack ended up not being an one-off character, they had to make a new coat. using a real historic piece is great for one episode, but it clearly won't last for an entire show. buttons fall, it can rip apart, yadda yadda yadda. besides, a real military coat is too heavy to blow heroically as Jack walks. that didnt actually happen in the 40s sorry to disappoint you.

To design the brand new coat, ray holman (torchwood's costume designer) took inspiration from that first coat, the most notable changes being:

FABRIC: RAF coats were initially made from thick wool bc yknow europe is cold. however, john had some sensorial issues with wool, so they changed to moleskin, which is made out of cotton. it is a much lighter fabric than wool, you can see that looking at the lapel. (another fun fact: for what I noticed with MY eyes, it seems like the coat was designed big enough to fit around a full military uniform. like, the whole thing, not just the shirts he uses throughout the whole show. i wonder what they were planning with that.

BUTTONS: the buttons per say are alright but like. the placement??? was in V shape??? Basically that makes the lapels look narrower and that when it's buttoned, the collar doesn't cover the rows of buttons completely like the real ones did. In MY personal opinion i think it was such a creative addition and it looked amazing, but indeed isn't very historically accurate.

LINING: whilst the old coat was half-linned, more specifically around the upper body, this one has aaaaaaall the lining you can ask for. top to bottom baby those are some LINES. it was made with grey......... thread (dont ask me about materials. i am a history student not a master tailor im just trying to finish eating my lunch in time to come back to work. those lines were GREY and thats all im giving u)

RANKING: they changed the rank braids to the ones used by group captains !!! besides the whole thing is a bit longer than the past one (not creating another point just to say that) not because of any historic reason i think. It's definetely more dramatic, though.

THAT is by far the most famous coat Jack wears, since it's present for Torchwood season 1-3 and all of his appearances in RTD's who

the third coat was created exclusively for Miracle Day, and i wont describe it because it didn't stick for long (and i really just watched miracle day once and analyzed this one almost entirely through low quality GIFs). besides ive only got a few minutes left to swallow my food and run desperately back to my room

so yeah those were the three coats he wore and the main features i could remember right now, i hope my venting wasn't too boring and it genuinely interested you. also sorry about any mistakes in grammar, i didnt revise any of this

carolina (spencer reid/reader

Title: Carolina

Request: no, but it was written for @spencerreidbingo​

Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: smut/angst, with a tiny bit of fluff

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (praise kink, mild-innocence kink, daddy kink, fingering, oral (male & female), penetrative sex, unprotected sex/cream pie, grinding/petting, hairpulling, breathplay, multiple orgasms, possessive kink, orgasm denial), partying, drinking, swearing, large age gap (between two consenting adults), professor/student, post prison!reid, quick mentions of drinks being drugged (but not actually happening) (if I missed anything, please let me know)

Word Count: 9,064

Summary: Spencer thinks his peer is innocent. But little does he not, she’s not as innocent as he thinks.

A/N: it’s based on carolina by harry styles, bc im a sucker for a good harry song. This was written for @spencerreidbingo​ (i’ll have a separate post with more about that). this takes up the breathplay square on my card (pictured below). This is also the first time im writing a blowjob scene, so im really sorry if it’s not good. i also didn’t have a beta for this, so im kinda blindly posting this. and, lastly, this is a lot longer than i intended. i didn’t mean for it to get this long… it’s just a bunch of words my brain wouldn’t stop saying until i wrote it... i seriously hope you all enjoy this. thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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I kept my eyes low as I stepped into the lecture hall 5 minutes before anyone else. The professor was writing something on the chalkboard, so his back was facing the room. 

“Uh, hello,” I spoked, stepping closer to his desk. He jumped slightly and dropped his chalk at the sound of my voice. I would have expected him to know students would be showing up earlier, considering it was the start of a new semester. And, I honestly would have assumed he was told a new student was coming. That’s not my job. 

“Oh, sorry,” he turned around to face me. I smiled softly, watching

as he bent down to pick up the chalk. I cocked my head to the side, watching his backside as he stood back up. He pushed his hair away from his face. “You must be the new transfer,” he asked, resting the chalk on his desk, beside a pile of pens.

“Yep. That’s me…” I smiled, looking up at his face, keeping myself from further checking him out. I quickly offered my hand and gave him my name. “I know I’m early. I figured I’d get the syllabus from you now instead of after class,” I nodded as I adjusted my grip on my bag. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes lingering on my face and then down my body, and that moment felt like an eternity. I shouldn’t be mad or frustrated with him. I basically did the same thing to him moments ago.

 I cleared my throat to get his attention once again. “The, uh… The syllabus?” I asked as my smile faltered slightly. He looked at me before looking at the pile of papers on his desk before quickly moving.

“Right, right, sorry,” he muttered as he began shuffling through the piles of paper on his desk. “Um, here you are,” he looked back up at me as he handed me a small packet. I looked at it for a moment before looking back up at the teacher.

“Perfect, thank you,” I spoke, my words kind of lingering because he never actually gave me his name. 

“Right, sorry, Spencer. Spencer Reid. I won’t be a drill sergeant about the whole Mr., Dr., Professor. You can call me whatever you want,” he smiled as he placed his hands on the back of his chair. I held back my laughter and the wildly inappropriate joke that I wanted to make.

“Well, Professor Reid,” I smiled as I looked down at my watch, “I better go find a seat before your class starts. I can’t wait to be in your class,” I looked up at him before turning to find a spot. When I sat down, Spencer looked at me with a smile, before going back to writing on the chalkboard. 

I quickly and quietly pulled out my books and pens as the other people in the class filed in and took their seats. Spencer quickly finished writing on the board before turning around to greet the class. And, even as he spoke to the class, and looked around at each of the other students, his eyes always landed on me, lingering for a moment before going elsewhere.

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Five months. Five months into being in Spencer Reid’s class, and I have been suffering. I’m not a new student anymore. But the only friendship I’ve made is with my fucking professor, and there’s a certain level of tension between us. That tension was probably thanks to him staring at me during lectures, and me teasing him while he taught. It wasn’t too bothersome, but I definitely wanted something to happen. Unfortunately for me, I don’t think anything will happen. 

So, can someone please tell me why I invited Spencer over to help me study for a test? It’s a stupid question too, that I already figured out the answer to… I even finished studying for the day, and I’m going to a stupid party. Maybe I could get him to go with… And maybe, just maybe, something could happen.

I nearly jumped when there was a knock on the door. It’s not that I forgot he was coming over. It’s that I was so wrapped up in doing my makeup and forgot what time it was. My mascara almost smudged when I jumped back. Thank God it didn’t smudge too terribly. 

I grabbed my shirt off the counter and threw it on (not bothering to zip it), before running to the front door. I smoothed out my skirt before pulling the door open. And, there stood Spencer. 

“Hope I’m not too late,” he looked down at me and smiled. Although, his smile didn’t stay for too long when he saw what I was wearing. He wasn’t disappointed though, no. He was… He clearly liked what he saw, I’ll just put it that way.

“Oh! Thanks for coming over, but I actually figured it out. I should’ve called you,” I looked up at Spencer as he stepped into my apartment. I struggled to zip the back of my blouse as I walked towards my room. I looked back over my shoulder and noted that Spencer was, indeed, still following me. “Can you zip me up,” I stopped in my tracks before giving up on zipping my blouse. It was a black crop top that paired well with the pale pink tennis skirt. 

“Where… Where exactly are you going tonight? It’s a, uh, it’s a school night,” he asked as he lifted his hands. The cool metal of the zipper pressed against my back, causing a shiver to go through my spine.

“Uh, there’s this party,” I answered, stepping away from him and towards the bathroom, “Thought I’d go,” I looked at him in the mirror. Spencer looked around the bathroom, at the messy mess I had made on my counter. Different pallets of makeup and tools were strewn about, a varying amount of hair care products tossed here and there. It honestly looked like a bathroom of a pageant queen, and not a 20-something-year-old. In my defense, I had to dress to impress someone here in this stupid university. 

“Is that, uh… Is that smart?” Spencer asked, leaning against the door jamb. I looked up at him as I put on some luxurious red lipstick. I smiled as I looked at him.

“I think it is,” I laughed as I picked up something else and turned to look at him, “You wanna come? I wasn’t invited,” I smiled wickedly as I looked at him. His face paled two shades as he looked at me. “Oh, c’mon, Professor, no one will know us there, and I can assure you, no one will even see us,” I looked up at him as I readjusted his tie. He looked down at me before swallowing roughly. 

“I don-”

“I do need a designated driver,” I spoke before cutting him off. I walked past him and towards my room. Part of me wondered what he was thinking as I so rudely rushed past him, or cut him off, or whatever I was doing. I wished I could hear his thoughts. I wondered if they consisted of “The mouth on that girl,” or, “I should punish her for the way she’s acting,” or, my personal favorite, “I should put that mouth to good use,” 

“How old are you again?” Spencer asked once I sat down on my bed. I looked up at him as I slipped my shoes on.

“22,” I smiled and stood up, “Why, is that important?” I smiled as I grabbed my coat and purse.

“Couldn’t remember,” he lied. We both knew he was lying. He even knew that too. Freaking walking computer is what he is. There's no way he conveniently forgot how old I was. “Are you going to be out late?”

“Why? It’s not like you’re my dad or anything?” I laughed, leading him back to the front door of the house. “I don’t plan on being out too late. I know there’s class tomorrow,” I shrugged as I walked towards his car. 

We both stayed silent as he drove with the directions I was quietly giving him. I was pleasantly happy that we were both quiet, but what I hated was the sudden awkward sexual tension that was between us. If he didn’t have this… domineering personality over me there probably wouldn’t be this tension between us.

“Are you going to come with me?” I looked up at him as I unbuckled. He glanced over at me with slight disappointment in his eye. I felt a little bad, but I really wanted to go to this party, I wasn’t going to let my professor’s disappointment stop me. “Please,” I whispered. He sighed before unbuckling himself. I had to force myself to not verbally giggle with excitement before slipping out of the car. Spencer looked down at me as I twisted my hips to swish my skirt. I smiled as I entertained myself. I'm sure if I wasn't watching my skirt, I would have been staring at him, giving myself away. 

“Steps,” Spencer muttered as we got closer to the porch. I looked up at him before looking towards the small staircase. I looked up at Spencer with a smile. He glanced back down at me, a worried crease in his brow. I looked down at my skirt and smoothed it out. I looked at the door as we stood close to it, I contemplated knocking.

  “So, you weren’t invited to this party?” Spencer asked, looking down at me. His voice stopped me from knocking. Instead, I looked up at him and smiled back up at him. He raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer from me. My smile grew playful as I looked back at the door, raising my fist to knock on it. “No answer?” he asked, still waiting for my answer.

“Oh, please, Professor Reid, I can get into the hottest parties in LA without an invitation,” I smiled at him. That was a little bit of an over-exaggeration. Most college parties I could get into. But not LA parties. Someday though… 

The door swung open, and we were instantly met with loud music blaring through a speaker somewhere in the house. People’s voices and chatter carried all throughout the house, coming through the various rooms and clusters around. “Are you coming in to babysit me? Or, are you going to go back to your car to read the science of the mathematical phenomenon,” I looked up at him, offering my hand to him. I wasn’t exactly sure if that was a real book or not, but I wouldn’t put it past Spencer to read. 

“I’m not babysitting you,” he corrected as he looked down at me with a disappointed look in his eye. I smiled and rolled my eyes. 

“Are you going to come in and watch me drink and party and have fun, Professor… Or, are you going to go back to your car and read your silly little book,” I looked down at my hand, silently telling him to take my hand and come in with me. 

“I, uh, I don’t think it’s exactly in the rules for a professor to party, let alone drink, with their students,” Spencer spoke before looking down at my hand. I dropped my shoulders and looked up at him.

“Fine then… Suit yourself,” I turned around and basically skipped into the house, leaving the door open for him. I made my way towards the loud kitchen and grabbed for a cup and bottle of whatever booze was nearby. I blindly grabbed for a bottle of Grey Goose and dumped it into the cup, no mixer, no chaser. 

“First off,” Spencer’s voice came from beside me. I looked up at him and took a long sip of vodka. “You shouldn’t be taking drinks from people at a party,” he spoke, taking the cup from me. I looked up at him, then the bottle and a new cup. I was only a little annoyed that he took my drink. 

“I… I’m young. I’m not dumb,” I grabbed a new cup and poured more vodka. I looked up at him and offered him a sip. “I know not to drink something given to me by someone I don’t know.” I scoffed before taking another long sip. I cringed a bit at how strong it was.

“Even then someone could slip something into a drink! Even if you did know them!” Spencer exclaimed, causing the surrounding people to turn and look at us. I dropped my shoulders as I looked up at him. 

“If you look around, Spencer, you’re the only person that I know. So unless you’re the one slipping something into my drink… And, as an FBI agent… I don’t think you would,” I cocked my head to my shoulder. Spencer looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “You have more to say,” I added before taking a sip of my drink.

"And, secondly, you're not as innocent as I had originally thought you were," he watched as I brought the cup of straight vodka to my lips. He looked rather unamused with my talent for drinking straight vodka.

"You thought I was innocent?" I asked, nearly sputtering the liquid with my laughter. "Please! I've never been innocent in my entire life!" I shouted over the music. He raised an eyebrow at my statement, and suddenly I had the greatest idea in the world. "But maybe, just for you, I'll be a good girl," I smiled before drinking the rest of my drink in one go. Spencer looked down at me, his lips pressed into a fine as he stared down at me. Ohh, that definitely awoken something in him. I bit back my smile with my offer. Innocent… He thinks I’m innocent. Ha! I honestly don’t remember the last time I was innocent. And, honestly, just for him… I’d be an innocent, good, little girl for Spencer Reid any day, every day even. “I can be your good, innocent little girl,” I smiled at him and cocked my head.

"I don't… I don't think that'd be… appropriate," he spoke, his words very quiet. We both knew that even though it was inappropriate, we both wanted it. We both knew what we wanted to. 

I glanced at him before pouring more drink for myself. "You should learn to pace yourself," he stated and changed the subject. He nervously looked at the bottle of vodka and then around the room at all the other people drinking. Or, he was just looking for a drink that wasn’t booze. Did he actually want to keep me safe, or was I just overreading him?     

"It's a college party, Professor! I'm not going to pace myself!" I shouted just to get his attention back to me. His head shot back down to me. The level of concern on his face only made me feel a little bad, mostly because he was concerned for me. But, he should know… This is a college party.  “Do you want some?” I asked, offering my drink to him again. I held it up to him, close to his lips. His face twisted up as soon as the scent of pure vodka hit his nose.

“No, no thanks,” he held up at hand to block the cup from his face. I pouted before bringing it to my lips. “Do you usually come to parties,” he asked, his eyes darting around the room. Part of me wondered if he wanted to continue that question with “Like this?” But,  I was too busy keeping my eyes on his face, rather than looking around the room like he was. Although, I’m sure he was used to keeping an eye on his surroundings. I’ve never been too worried about it, I probably should… But hey, you only live once. Going to college parties with your 38-year-old professor, and drinking straight vodka, and not really caring about your surroundings proves my point of YOLO.

“If I don’t have class or anything to study for… Yep,” I looked up at him with a sneaky smile. The joke with that was his particular class had a test coming up soon, and I should be studying for it. He knew that too because he just announced the test this morning. Although, he did come to my home, to help me with said test. “But, I wouldn't show up to his class hungover. It’d disappoint him too much. And, he’d care too much about me to even focus on the rest of the class,” I spoke, answering the questions he was thinking. It’s not like I’ve shown up to classes hungover before. Granted, I’ve never shown up to his class drunk or hungover. Mostly because I didn’t want to disappoint him, and only him. Anyone and everyone else can go blow themselves.

“How do you know that?” Spencer asked, looking back at me with furrowed eyebrows. I smiled and stepped closer to him.  

“How do I know what?” I cocked my head to my shoulder. I already knew what he meant by his question, but… I think teasing him and messing with him is fun. And, he knew that too.

“How do you know that you’d disappoint him?” he looked down at me, pressing his chin to his chest to get a better look at me. His hands were away from me, even though I really wanted his hands anywhere on me. I looked over at my hand and the cup I held before bringing it to my lips. I took a long sip, trying to finish the contents in one go. I tossed the cup over my shoulder and looked up at him with a lazy smile.

“Because being hungover, with the slight possibility of still being drunk, would totally disappoint him… And I would hate to disappoint him.” I whispered and shook my head. Spencer looked down at me with something in his eyes, and I loved the way he looked at me. “I told you, Professor, I’d be a good girl for you,” I cocked my head to my shoulder and smiled, “And only for you,”

“You’re drunk,” he pointed out an obvious fake statement. So, I cackled and shook my head.

“I had one drink,” I scoffed and waved off my in the air, “Most definitely not enough to get me drunk,” I flattened his tie out before gripping it tightly, “Like I said, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” I smiled before dropping my hand from his tie, “So, why would I show up to your class… Hungover…? I know you’d care… And I know it’d disappoint you. That’s the last thing I want to do to you,”  

Spencer’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed roughly. He quickly looked between me and the room, then back at me, then around the room. I faked a yawn before looking away from him.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay, Professor?” I smoothed out his jacket before turning and leaving him alone in the kitchen. I smiled as I skipped away from him, my skirt swishing with my movement. I secretly hoped he’d follow me. But, a quick glance over my shoulder told me he was still in the kitchen.

However, when I finished my business and left the bathroom, Spencer was leaning against the wall right beside the door. I looked up at him and smiled. 

“Follow me,” he muttered, grasping my wrist and pulling me down the various halls and past multiple groups of people. I giggled the harder his grasp grew on me and the faster he moved. I’m happy people were too busy with themselves to notice a 30-something-year-old man was dragging a 20-something-year-old girl down the hall, to which I can assume was one of the only open bedrooms. Fuck… I hope it's a bedroom. 

He was a man on a mission. Not letting anyone get in his way. The smile that grew on my lips was pure excitement. I couldn’t help it. I’m sure we’re both getting what we wanted… I hope.

I let out an excited yelp when he shoved me into, exactly what I thought, an empty bedroom. I’m surprised he knew that there’d be an empty room. Most of them are occupied, with couples (or more) doing exactly what I hope we’re about to do. Which was fuck each other.

Spencer slammed the door shut, and quickly locked it before pushing me against it. I looked up at him and giggled like a fucking kid in a candy store. Again, I couldn’t help it. 

Spencer was quiet, which led me to be quiet. The air in between us quickly grew hot and tense and thick. I really wanted this to move faster, but I wanted him to be the one in charge. I was willing to let this be slow and let him be in charge. So, when he grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head, I smiled so hard my cheeks began to hurt.

“Tell me what you want,” Spencer’s voice was low and deep as he moved close to me. There was little to no space between us. Which left little to the imagination, for me anyway. 

I looked up at him, with the biggest doe eyes I could muster, silently telling him that I wanted the most, in the entire world, was to be on my knees, with his hand tangled in my hair, and his cock down my throat, or to be fucked so hard that I won’t be able to sit properly for several days. But, I couldn’t be that blunt. You gotta play up to that moment before you get it. I’m sure in the end though, I’ll get both things.

I swallowed roughly, trying to think of what to say, because, like I said, I can’t just be blunt yet. So, when I opened my mouth and words just came out, I was pleasantly surprised with what was said. “You’re old enough to be my father, Professor,” I smiled at him as he pinned me against the door. He pressed his hips against mine to keep me against the surface. I could feel a large bulge against my inner thigh, causing me to shiver. “Does that mean I get to call you daddy,” I whispered as I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He is the one who said I could call him whatever I wanted… And he did just ask me what I wanted, and I guess I wanted to call him ‘Daddy’. There was no guessing about him.

Okay, he wasn't exactly old enough to be my father. But he was a lot older than me. Most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with men 15 years older than them… and most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with their professor… I just wanted an excuse to call him 'Daddy'. And he knew that too. So, if we gave each other an excuse for that to happen, then that was all I needed.

I dropped my head to my shoulder to allow him to attack the space on my neck. He dragged his nose across my jawbone before stilling. His lips were just over my neck. As his breathing got heavier, it tickled across my skin. 

“That does have a nice ring to it,” Spencer hummed as he dropped my hands and stepped away from me. I swallowed roughly as I stared at him. I missed having his body pressed against mine, and he knew that. 

I looked at him as I brought my hands to his belt. "I thought you said this wasn't appropriate, Daddy," I whispered as I quickly undid the belt buckle, without looking. I almost couldn’t move fast enough to unbutton and zip his pants. If he wanted me to stop, he would have stopped me by now. “Can I?” I looked up at him, a plea in my eyes.

"You've changed my mind," he muttered, watching me with such close intent, “God, please keep going,” he spoke like if I did stop now he’d probably die. I looked up at him as I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers. He hissed as my fingers brushed against his cock. A small smile grew on my lips. 

“Didn’t take much convincing,” I smiled as my fingers wrapped around him. A small groan fell from his lips as I looked up at him. When I pulled my hand away from him not even a moment later, he looked down at me with an alarmed expression on his face. I quickly spat on my palm before sticking my hand down his pants. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” I whispered as I slowly stroked up and down his length. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. 

“I’ve wanted this since you stepped foot in my classroom,” his voice was low and gravely as he spoke. My breathing picked up a little bit as I looked up at him. 

Okay… Maybe he did know how long I’ve wanted this. Because I also wanted this the second I stepped into his lecture hall. I wanted his cock in my hands and his hand around my throat. It only took-what, five months for this? I’ll make it worth the wait. 

“Does that feel good,” I whispered, carefully picking up speed and adding the slightest bit of pressure in my grip. Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed roughly and nodded. I smiled before pulling my hand away from him, again. I slowly lowered to my knees and kept my eyes on his face. 

Spencer looked down at him as he gently pushed his fingers through my hair. His fingers gripping hard on my roots before pulling hard. I smiled before very slowly pulling down his slacks and boxers in one go. I was only a little bit intimidated by his size, but the excitement I felt went straight to my core. 

I took a deep breath and swallowed roughly before looking up at him. My mouth fell open, and my tongue stuck out, silently telling him that it was okay. Although I don’t really know why I was telling him that it was okay, we both knew what we wanted, and it was only going to take me doing one thing.

I made eye contact with him as I ran my tongue on the side of his cock. Our eye contact didn’t last long, mostly because he let out a moan and dropped his head back. I smiled as I licked across his tip. A sweet and salty taste was on my tongue. 

My jaw fell slack as I carefully took his length into my mouth. I closed my lips around him before slowly bobbing my head, with my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock. I wrapped a hand around what wouldn’t fit into my mouth. And wrapped my free arm around his leg for support.

The sounds of his moans and grunts filled the mostly quiet room. Music, although muffled through the walls and door, could still be heard from outside of our own world behind the door and four walls.

“You were right,” he struggled to speak through groans, “You aren’t as innocent as I thought,” Spencer's hand had a rough hold in my hair as he held me against him. His cock was penetrating my throat, and breathing was beginning to get difficult. My eyes grew wet and tears grew in the corners of my eyes. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he looked down at me as the tears started to roll down my cheeks. I wouldn’t be surprised if my makeup started smudging and I looked like an adolescent raccoon. “You look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he struggled to let out a coo, before moving his hips closer to my face. 

Everything about this moment, his hand in my hair, the sounds he was making, the way he smelled, being here… Was intoxicating. I’d give anything to be in this moment again. And I’d give anything to get this moment sooner.

 My knees would hate me in the morning, I just know it. I could already sense the dreaded carpet burn before he even started. But, in all honesty, it’d be worth it. Walking into class tomorrow morning, with bruises and day-old wounds on my knees, just to see his expression.

As I began to pick up pace, the sounds Spencer was making started to become more urgent, easily telling me he was close. But, before he could finish, I pulled away from him, crashing into the wall to get away from his grasp. He looked down at me with a mild frustration on his face. I smiled before wiping my chin clean of spit. 

“I guess chivalry is dead. Whatever happened to ladies first?” I asked, my voice a rasp from how raw my throat was. I looked up at him, feeling a certain level of sass grow in my smile. Spencer quickly tucked himself back into his pants before grabbing my hand. 

“Come on, on your feet,” he muttered as he pulled me back up to a standing position. I nearly toppled over into him if he didn’t hold me upright. I looked up at him and smiled. 

“Bed… Now?” I whispered, my tone showing how urgent I was. It’s not that I wanted this over with, it's that I wanted everything to happen to me all at once, and I wanted it to last for a long time. 

Spencer nodded before cupping my face in his hands. He was harsh when he pressed his lips to mine, like his life depended on it, if he did kiss me now the world would end. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started guiding me towards the bed. And when the edge of the bed hit the back of my legs, he pushed me back onto it. I quickly moved so my head was resting on the pillows. Spencer was quick to take his cardigan off and be over me. 

“You’re not going to fail me, are you,” I joked as he quickly started leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck. He lifted his head and looked down at me with confusion on his face. “If I’m a bad fuck,”

“If you ask that again, or bring up class while we’re doing this… Then yes,” he muttered as he looked at me. I laughed as I pushed my fingers through his hair. 

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed as I pulled him down to kiss him, again. One of his hands landed on top of my breast, carefully kneading it, causing me to moan into his mouth. 

His hand slowly drifted away from my chest. I pressed my head into the pillow and looked up at him with a smirk. He carefully dragged his fingers up from my chest to the base of my neck, causing me to let out a shaky gasp. I wanted fingers and a hand around my neck, carefully cutting off my airway just right. Suddenly, I never wanted something so badly in my life. Something dark flashed in his eyes as he looked down at me like he knew what I was about to say. 

“Do it… I fucking dare you,” I muttered, placing both my hands around his wrist. My nose twitched as I stared at him. “I said fucking do it,” I spat, pushing his hand down more onto my neck. My words slowly got cut off as the pressure in his hand and fingers tightened around my neck. A moan struggled to escape me, but did eventually fall from my lips. He seemed pretty happy with that.

“Is that good,” his voice was a growl. I looked at him and moaned.

“Harder,” I begged, my voice growing raspier the more I spoke. He smirked before allowing his grip to tighten. His other hand was still sitting on top of my hips, and I could tell where he wanted to put it. I’d be a dirty, rotten liar if I didn’t want his hand up my skirt. In fact, I’d love it if he did more than just his hand. 

Spencer swallowed roughly before finally sneaking a hand up my skirt and resting it on my underwear. My grip around his wrist got tighter as he pushed past my underwear and past my folds. My eyes fluttered closed as another moan was strangled in my throat. 

“You’re so wet,” he purred as he slowly moved a finger around my clit. I looked up at him, as I struggled to swallow roughly. A dark smirk grew on his lips as he watched me struggle for a moment. “Does that feel good,” he asked, mildly mocking me from earlier. His movements picked up speed just a little bit, and my body reacted, well tried to react. 

“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” he looked down at me. His pupils were so blown I could nearly see my reflection in them. “Another thing you were right about,” he whispered as he slipped a finger into my entrance, and curled it just right. My vision slowly blurred before my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Another moan struggled to escape my throat as Spencer added a second finger. 

My body was on autopilot as I lifted my hand and hit his wrist a few times, telling him that I desperately needed to breathe. When I reopened my eyes, I looked up at him a moment before he removed his hand from my neck. Worry and concern flashed in his eyes as I breathed. Air burned like fire in my lungs as I took a deep breath. As I exhaled a loud moan followed behind, easily telling Spencer and I that I had reached my first orgasm of the night. I just hope there will be more... 

“You did such a good job, Princess,” Spencer whispered as he looked down at me. With his free hand, he brushed the tears away from my cheeks. He carefully withdrew his hand from between my legs and held them up to his face. He looked at them for a moment before placing them in his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. I took a shaky breath and nodded. 

He very sloppily pressed his lips to mine, then on the corner of my lips, and down my jaw, and neck. With one quick movement, a loud rip filled the room, as he tore my shirt off my body. I looked up at him with shock in my eyes. To be fair, that shirt was flimsy, to begin with. I was more worried about leaving my chest so exposed as we left the party. 

“Oh, I’ll give you my sweater,” Spencer muttered before attacking my neck and then down to my collarbones, and over my breasts. I gasped as he wrapped his lips around a nipple.

“Mmm, Daddy,” I whimpered as I shifted under him. I brought my hands back up to his hair, tangling my fingers in the hairs on his neck. When he sensed that I was growing restless (even though he just started), he quickly left wet kisses down the rest of my body

“I like the way that sounds coming from your mouth,” he whispered once he was in between my legs. I looked down at him just as he looked up at me. “Good on your end for wearing such a short skirt,” he smiled before pressing his lips to my inner thigh. A shaky breath tumbled from my lips as I looked at him. “Makes for easier access,” he added before going higher up on my leg.

“You’re not going fast enough,” I whined as he just kept kissing, or licking, or rubbing my inner thighs. It was honestly getting annoying. I kind of felt bad for him. Considering I’ve already cum once, and I got him close but didn’t let him finish. 

“I’m not going fast enough?” Spencer looked up at me. I shot him a scowl as I shifted slightly on the bed. Spencer looked back down the apex of my legs before looping two fingers around the band of my underwear. As soon as I lifted my hips, he pulled my underwear off my body and chucked them to the ground beside the bed. “How’s this for fast enough,” he muttered, mostly to himself, before licking between my folds. A breath of air got caught in my lungs as my hands found their way to his hair, my fingers getting knotted up in his roots. 

“Mhm, Spencer,” I gasped, rolling my hips up at him. He hummed, sending vibrations straight to my core. My legs wrapped around him, my heels digging into his back as my own back arched. 

“Ohh, Daddy, please don’t stop,” I cried, pressing my head into the pillow beneath my head. My fingers pulled hard on his hair, pulling him closer to me. He hummed again as he pushed two fingers back into my entrance. My grip in his hair tightened, and I could feel my grip wanting to loosen. 

My breathing picked up as a familiar feeling grew in my stomach. And all I could say was his name, and the suddenly loved nickname I had for him. He seemed to appreciate my reaction too, because he worked faster. Messy and wet sounds, mixed with my breathy moans and calls of his name filled the room, and my end was near. 

“Fuck,” I shouted as I finally came undone. I could sense if I didn’t pull him away, he’d keep going, and going till I couldn’t take it anymore. And, honestly, that sounds great, but I think that’s for next time. I wanted him in me now. “Spencer, Spencer,” I cried as I tried to pull his head away, but failed so hard.

“Nuh huh,” he hummed, looking up at me. I took a deep breath and pressed my head into the pillow beneath me and threw an arm over my face. “Please, Spencer,” I cried as I bucked my hips at him, “Fuck me, please, fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned. He was going faster than before and was clearly trying to work me to the end faster too. It was hard to breathe, and speak because my words would just get stuck in my throat.  

Although, when I did cum, again, for the third time tonight, Spencer did move away from my legs. He knelt between them, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. My body was shaking lightly as I tried to come down from my high.

“Please,” I whispered, lifting a hand up, trying to reach for his tie. He looked down at me with a smile and raised an eyebrow.

“Please what?”

“Please, Daddy,” I furrowed my eyebrows as I spoke. I could feel my voice becoming a little whiney. Spencer moved so he was hovering over me, his fingers gently brushing hair away from my face.

“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he whispered cupping my face in his hand. I looked up at his face, admiring his lips, and eyes, and nose, and the way his lips had a sheen from when he licked them clean and whatever was leftover from when he was eating me out. 

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I begged, begged. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine for a moment. He sat up away from me to remove his sweater and shirt. My head was spinning from excitement, I didn’t even notice that he was totally undressed.

Spencer was back between my legs, looking down at me like I truly belonged right here. Or, like I was his to fuck with. Either way it was a good feeling. 

“Ready?” He asked, his voice so low that I could hardly hear it over the bass of the loud music. I rapidly nodded my head, worried my answer was the wrong one. But it wasn’t. I desperately wanted this. Needed. I needed this. 

Spencer hovered over me before putting an opened mouth kiss on my lips. I could hardly breathe as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit and entrance. I could feel a moan getting caught in the middle of my throat, my body not being about to handle anymore teasing. Until, he very slowly pushed into me.

“Oh, good girl,” he repeated. Those two words, constantly coming off his tongue. Making me feel good. The praise that I hadn’t heard in such a long time, that I longed for. Part of me wondered if he knew I wanted it. “Has someone not been taking care of you?” he asked, looking down at me. I stared at him, not trusting my own voice. My mind was too distracted with the way I felt, light and airy but at the same time full. So I shook my head.

“No, Daddy,” I whimpered and kept shaking my head. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you now. I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled before moving his hips. It took him a moment to get a perfect rhythm. He lips attached to different spots on my neck, leaving hickies in his wake.

“Spencer,” I whispered as I moved my head closer to my shoulder to let him have more space.

“You feel so good,” he grunted as he moved his hips so he was deeper in me, “You feel so good, and you’re all mine,” he pressed his forehead to mine as he wrapped his arms around my lower back, pulling me closer up to him. My breathing got deep, my chest heaving with each breath I took. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, closer to my face. 

“Oh, be quiet,” I whispered before putting my lips on his. He smiled before passing his tongue between my lips. A moan fell from my lips, which he seemed to enjoy… Considering it was probably just music to his ears. 

“I’ll only be quiet if you keep making those little noises,” he muttered against my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He smiled again as I knotted my fingers in the hair on the back of his head. 

“Faster,” I breathed out, keeping my eyes on him. Spencer laughed lightly as he picked up the speed. My hips bucked with his, meeting at the right points. “Please,” I whimpered as I threw my head back more into the pillow. He pulled his arm away from my back and brought his hand between our legs, where we met. 

“It’s okay, Little Girl,” Spencer whispered before pressing his lips to the side of my face. I let out a shaky breah and arched my body into his. I couldn’t believe how good I felt. I almost wasn’t sure if it was fair that my professor was better in bed than other men my age. He was more experienced, to be fair. “You can finish, it’s okay,” he kept his voice low. It almost sounded like he was giving me permission.

I nodded my head, breathing heavily through my nose. “Mmm, Spencer,” I moaned, loudy, as my walls fluttered around him and my release came. And a few moments later, Spencer thrusted deep into me with a grunt, filling me with his essence. His body collapsed on top of me whence he finished.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my fingers still tangled in his hair. My limbs were sore and shaking slightly from the rough movements. Spencer laughed lightly, agreeing with my statement. “We can’t sleep here,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on the ceiling above us. I wished we could just sleep here, mostly because I was exhausted after everything we did.

“I know,” Spencer replied as he slowly moved off and away from me. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “You’re messy now,” he muttered as he basically tumbled off the bed. I quickly sat up, just to make sure he was okay. Although I was happy he was okay, I quickly regretted moving as fast as I did. 

“Your sweater,” I mumbled, reaching out towards where his sweater was lying. He looked down at it before picking it up to hand to me. He also grabbed a fistful of tissues and moved to between my legs, again. “Just give me your boxers,” I looked at him as he wiped the insides of my thighs clean. He looked back up at me, still cleaning my legs. 

“I’ll give you a ride home,” he spoke as he tossed the dirty tissues to the trash. He grabbed his slacks and boxers, tossing me his boxers. I slipped them on under my skirt, and then slipped his sweater on. 

“I’d hope so,” I whispered as I stood up. My body wobbled for a second, nearly falling over, before I caught my balance. Spencer looked back at me, looking at how fucked I looked. I mean, I probably looked about the same as him. 

“I’d given you a ride home either way,” he said as he redressed. I looked at him with confusion on my face. Either way? So even if we hadn’t had sex, he would have given me a ride. I asked him and he said yes. So I would hope he’d given me a ride, even if we didn’t fuck.

Once we were both ready to leave this stupid party, that I didn’t even enjoy (well, I did, I was just in a different world), or was even invited to, we walked out. It was as easy as pie. And, since no one really knew either of us were here, I won’t be known as the girl who fucked the professor.

The drive home was quiet. Like, even quieter than the drive here. He didn’t even have the music playing. I wondered if it was my fault, if he was regretting what we had done. If I had known he’d be so regretful, I wouldn’t have wanted to fuck him. But, I guess its too late now. 

When I looked out the window, I realized we were parked outside my apartment building. I looked down at my attire and looked back at Spencer.

“Thanks… Thanks for the ride… And thanks for the sweater. I’ll be sure to give it back to you… Eventually,” I looked up at Spencer as I pulled the door open to leave.

“See you Thursday,” he nodded at me. I looked at him before slamming the door shut. I scoffed before turning to walk up to my home. I couldn’t want to sleep.

{***}{***}{***}

Two weeks. Two weeks since Spencer and I fucked. Okay, not too bad. I don’t regret it, and I’m not afraid to say that. However, I think he might be regretting it. Considering he’d been nothing but ignoring me since the night of the par-Well, I wouldn’t say ignoring me since then. He did fuck me in his office the following Thursday. But, it’s still been two weeks since he last said anything to me. Fuck, I’ve never been so mad.

“Good morning, Professor Reid,” I looked at him as I skipped into his lecture hall. I heard his words begin to greet me back, but fail when he saw what I was wearing. “Best get to my seat. Excited for today’s lesson,” I readjusted the cardigan that hung off my shoulders before turning to go to my seat. 

I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I walked away from him. Or, was he staring at my ass. Most likely my ass. It was my ass he was staring at. I was wearing a fairly short skirt, so that’s on me. But, I’d do anything to get his attention today. And it would appear I have gotten it. 

His lesson wasn’t actually anything important. It was just revision for the test coming up soon. But, it was obvious he had other things on his mind, and I was very clearly one of them. It was honestly a little distracting if I’m going to be honest.

So, I was happy when he called the end of class 5 minutes early. Although that excitement was gone the second he called my name to the front to talk. I looked at the ground as I stood by his desk, waiting for the very last person to leave so Spencer and I could have our moment alone.

“What are you doing wearing that?” Spencer asked as soon as it was just us. I tried to ignore the fact that he was trying to take the sweater off me, and made my shoulders drop.

“What? This old thing?” I asked, pulling the cardigan that he let me wear around my body. I looked back at him and smiled. He was not smiling. “You gave it to me,” I scoffed, letting him take it off me without a fight. I watched as he folded it over the back of the chair before turning to face me. 

“I gave it to you so your,” his words began to get jumbled up as he gestured to my boobs, “So you weren’t exposed in front of any-”

“So no one would see what belonged to you?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. Spencer looked down at me, a flabbergasted look on his face. I smiled and cocked my head to my shoulder.

“I… I never said that,” Spencer shook his head.

“Yeah, but you thought it,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Spencer looked down at me. I could tell that he was trying to be the one in charge, kinda like how he was the other night. But it was so, so clear that he couldn’t be in charge. That he wouldn’t be in charge now. That this was just embarrassing to him. Maybe that’s just how our dynamic would work. Out in public, I was the loud one, the one who made everyone think that I was in charge in the bedroom. And, Spencer, in public, was the quiet, shy, nervous one, who was clearly submissive in bed. But in actuality, he was telling me what to do, when and when I can’t cum.

 “Why were you wearing that?” he asked again, his voice pulling me from my very dirty thoughts. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Because you were ignoring me! I needed to get your attention somehow! And then I remembered I still had that,” I smiled at him. I wished I still had his sweater on, because it was actually quite cozy and warm. The look he gave me made me drop my shoulders, suddenly feeling ashamed about the current situation. So, I stared at him, feeling annoyed. More annoyed than I have over the last two weeks. “Do you regret it?” I finally asked, not really knowing if he’d be mad with my question. 

“Pardon me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at me. I shook my head and looked down at the ground. “It’s not that I regret it-”

“So you do,” I looked back up at him and dropped my shoulders again. Before Spencer got the chance to say anything, I cut him off, “Oh please, you loved shoving your tongue, and cock, down my throat,” I scoffed before looking at him. The expression on his face flinched slightly as he looked back at me from behind the desk. “I get to… I get to be your good, little girl, your princess for, what, a week? A day? 12 hours? Whenever the fuck you want... And I’m supposed to go back to normal life the next day? And… And pretend that nothing happened!” I stared at him and shook my head. Spencer looked over at the door and back at me. “Thinking it’ll never happen again!” I shouted. I didn’t mean to shout, honest. But I was starting to get angry. He made me feel something like I belonged to someone. And now I don’t feel like that. 

“Will you stop talking for a second,” he muttered before stepping away from me and his desk. He walked over to the door and shut it. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as he walked back over to me. “I never said you had to pretend as if nothing happened. And I never said that I regret it,” he spoke in a harsh whisper. I looked at him with mild irritation on my face.

“It sure fucking felt like it,” I spat at him. 

“You’re all I think about… Christ, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that. I never said you had to forget everything… Because I’ve been having a hard time forgetting it myself.” He looked up at me. I almost refused to look at him, but his voice was so soft that I had to look at him. “I never expected you to forget,” he added. 

“Then why are you acting like it didn’t happen,” I stared at him before swallowing roughly, “You made me feel like I was wanted, that I belonged somewhere, with someone,” I spoke as I stepped closer to him. It was only a little bit closer to him, not as much as I wanted. But he stepped closer to me, making it so we were the closest we had been all day, in one large step. "You remind me of home," I added in a whisper. Spencer smiled and cocked his head to his shoulder.

“You do belong somewhere,” he whispered, resting his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him, feeling my heart pick up speed, and butterflies appear in my tummy. “And that somewhere is with me,” he brought at hand to my cheek, allowing his thumb to rest on my lower lip. I looked up at him before he pressed his lips to mine. 

I was honestly expecting him to say something else. I don’t know what. But I liked what he said, it made me feel really good. Like, I belonged with him, and nothing could change that.

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April 25: ribbons

A Swan Maiden Fairy Tale Fusion

Lan Wangji is a huntsman who happens upon a pond in the woods. He sees this epic coat thing made from raven feathers on the banks and goes “wow this is so cool and so pretty i should give it to my brother” and picks it up. Then he sees this guy on the shore and freaks out wondering if he’s dead, but he’s not, he’s just unconscious & naked. So Lan Wangji wraps him up and brings him home, because he’s nice. Then the guy wakes up, introduces himself as “wei ying, courtesy wuxian”, sees the feather cloak and says “nice…cloak you got there”

“it is a gift for my brother”

“ah. Right…when’s ur brother getting here?”

“i will visit him when the snow melts”

“k. Cool. guess im staying here until then”

“can you not go home?”

Wei Wuxian eyes crinkle like he’s sharing a private joke: “Not until the snow melts”

Lan Wangji is a good host and doesn’t know how he feels about this guy just declaring that he’ll live with him for the next several months but…okay.

Lan Wangji finds out very quickly that Wei Wuxian isn’t normal, and it doesn't take him long after that to guess that Wei Wuxian also isn’t entirely human. He’s a very bad houseguest, he just sits, doesn’t know how to cook or anything really, and talks at Lan Wangji while Lan Wangji makes them breakfast. He follows Lan Wangji everywhere he goes with no explanation, just invites himself along. He talks while Lan Wangji is trying to hunt but somehow that doesn’t scare away the game. He flinched the first time Lan Wangji’s arrow found a mark, and insisted on honoring the fallen bird before returning. He passes time whistling and carves himself a flute, they play duets and Lan Wangji finds himself composing something on his guqin in the early morning while Wei Wuxian is still asleep on the floor. Wei Wuxian introduces him to spice, which he hates, but watching Wei Wuxian’s face light up isn’t something he thinks he can ever get tired of.

Wei Wuxian talks a lot about his home and his family, which is apparently a port by a river delta, which is how Lan Wangji learns that Wei Wuxian a very good swimmer, like everyone else there, and that he and his brother are constantly pushing each other in the lake, that he goes out to the pier to drink at night, that he has the best big sister who makes lotus and pork rib soup and stops Wei Wuxian from fighting with his brother, who is an angery smol one but also the best little brother ever (how this is possible, Lan Wangji doesn’t know, it’s clear Wei Wuxian loves his brother even if he spends most of the time making fun of him)

Lan Wangji doesn’t understand why Wei Wuxian can’t return to this home he’s heard so much about, doesn’t know why he found Wei Wuxian abandoned & naked by the side of the pond, but decides that Wei Wuxian is magic and it’s a magic pond, and if his family would leave him in that state, they don’t deserve him. He works up the courage to ask “wei ying. When the snow melts. Stay with me.” and Wei Wuxian is Conflicted bc he likes Lan Wangji and would like to stay but hates that he has to and maybe won’t see his family ever again. In the end all he says is “okay” and Lan Wangji is Very Happy. He also sees Wei Wuxian eyeing the feather cloak often but he already said he’d give it to his brother and doesn’t know how to offer it to Wei Wuxian. But then Wei Wuxian says “guess you’re not giving it to your brother now” which is basically how Lan Wangji thinks Wei Wuxian asks for things so he just nods vaguely.

Wei Wuxian guesses pretty early that Lan Wangji doesn’t know the full extent of what he’s done, and he clearly doesn’t know who Wei Wuxian is, but that’s not surprising. He decides not to tell him, because why would he? On the off-chance that Lan Wangji will just...give it back to him? Wei Wuxian has heard the Swan Maiden tale, he's has seen the worst parts of humanity; he can’t trust that.

It’s been raining a lot recently, which means Lan Wangji has less opportunity to hunt, and it’s harder to hunt after rain. He goes to the nearest town to trade when his supplies get too low (Wei Wuxian comes with obviously) and there the gossip is that some villagers swear up and down that they saw purple lightning (Wei Wuxian isn’t surprised, just sighs and says “of course”) which means that Sandu Shengshou is angry! And that the Lady of Lotus Blossoms, who usually blesses typical goddess things like matchmaking and fertility/childbirth, has 1) stopped and 2) started leaving white lotus blossoms behind, which means that she’s mourning which is sad and terrible! (Wei Wuxian agrees that her being sad is terrible and gets misty-eyed. Lan Wangji wasn’t aware that Wei Wuxian held her in such high regard).

In town, Wei Wuxian gets Lan Wangji better deals, flirts with some girls which makes Lan Wangji sad for unknown reasons, gets harassed by some guys which is how Lan Wangji confirms that Wei Wuxian is not human/magic bc in the dark & rainy night his eyes looked red and his teeth in the moonlight looked too long and too sharp, and no one heard from Wen Chao again. Lan Wangji also buys him clothes

The snow melts. Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian set off to visit Lan Xichen. Wei Wuxian isn’t wearing the cloak and Lan Wangji doesn’t understand why? But doesn’t ask because he never does. They get to the lake where Lan Wangji found Wei Wuxian and wait for Lan Xichen to meet them there, meanwhile Wei Wuxian hisses at a peacock and talks to a sparrow (Lan Wangji doesn’t question it. He never does), then Lan Xichen arrives and at the same time purple lightning flashes and a young man descends from the sky dressed in rich purple silks followed by a lady dressed in lavender and rose pink. they’re easily recognizable as Sandu Shengshou, the Lord of the heavenly Lotus Pier, and the Lady of Lotus Blossoms, his sister and the Lady of Lotus Pier. Lan Xichen is like “wangji wtf is going on” meanwhile Jiang Cheng accuses Lan Wangji of kidnapping his brother, and Jiang Yanli is like “we’re willing to bargain for our brother back. what do you want?”

Lan Wangji: "If he’s ur brother why did you abANDON him"

Jiang Cheng: "how DARE we’ve been searching for him for MONTHS ever since you TOOK him"

"i found him abandoned so i took him home to PROTECT him"

"that’s a fancy way of saying you decided to keep him like an exotic pet"

"i did no such thing"

"then why did you keep that!?" Jiang Cheng points at the feather cloak and everyone looks

Lan Xichen: "oh no"

Lan Wangji: "what"

Lan Xichen: "wangji. the swan maiden"

Lan Wangji: *remembers the story about the swan maiden who left her swan feathers by the side of the pond while she bathed and the huntsman who took her feathers and thus took her, forced her to marry him and bear him three children, before she found her feathers, after which she yeeted outta there with her three children and never left the heavens again, leaving huntsman to die of a broken heart.*

Lan Wangji hadn’t even considered it, maybe because Wei Wuxian was sleeping and therefore didn’t beg for the feather cloak back, maybe bc he made a weak joke instead of flat-out asking Lan Wangji what he planned to do, maybe because his wasn’t pure and white but rather made of raven feathers and pitch black

Also Wei Wuxian got roaring drunk that’s how he ended up there. Jiang Cheng is like “just bc my brother is the stupidest dumb person to ever idiot–” “hey!” “does not mean you can just taKE ADVANTAGE of him”

Anyway Lan Wangji freaks tf out and practically throws the feather cloak back at Wei Wuxian, who hasn’t been meeting his eyes and not saying anything this whole time and tries to apologize. Jiang Yanli grabs it and her brother and walks into the lake, pink and cream lotus blossoms blooming under her feet; she doesn’t sink under the surface. She stands in the middle and they both go under. Then Wei Wuxian arises in his full black-and-red glory, Jiang Cheng shoots Lan Wangji one last glare and then the three of them promptly disappear into the heavens

Lan Xichen holds Lan Wangji for the first time in years while he cries. He stutters his way through an explanation of what happened the past three months, saying again and again that he didn’t know, he noticed that Wei Wuxian wasn’t human and a little bit magic but he didn’t expect this and he didn’t realize that he was preventing Wei Wuxian from leaving. Lan Xichen says things like “i believe you” and “you’re not a terrible person, you just made a terrible mistake”

Eventually Lan Wangji stops hyperventilating, and that’s when a flock of crows leaves their roosts, the wind shrieks, and Wei Wuxian descends again. Lan Wangji doesn’t understand how Wei Wuxian could possibly forgive him, or how someone like Wei Wuxian could possibly take interest in a lonely huntsman like Lan Wangji, but Wei Wuxian holds his hand out and says that he promised to take Lan Wangji on a tour of his home (lotus pier!!), and his eyes do that thing and he says “well? Are you coming?” and how can Lan Wangji say no?

hi uhm, can i request a mini-scenario for chan (or what makes you comfortable) when his fem! S/o is very insecure about her height (4'8) just fluff and cuddly chan thx uuuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

genre: established relationship!au (fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort elements?)pairing/s: Chan / Fem Reader word count: 3k+ tw: none I think,, post may include potentially offensive remarks about reader’s height so if you’re not comfortable w it feel free to skip! a/n: thank you so much for the request! im a sucker for domestic aus so….I hope I did a good enough job for u n I hope you like it~~ 

Chan9:38am -all the best for work today!-

You couldn’t help but smile at the text, typing a quick reply to him before stopping your music, removing your earpieces with one hand as you entered your office building, feeling awfully professional in your office-wear as you tapped your card to enter into the lift lobby for the main building.

Work wasn’t anything special, you were just working a simple temp job for the time being to gain experience as you were filing out your job applications to the various companies after your graduation. Though this being said, you weren’t necessarily the most excited to go to work, hence Chan’s motivational texts every morning.

Or, ‘doing his boyfriend-ly duties’ as he liked to put it.

Gripping your cup of coffee tightly, you saw the work crowd beginning to swarm into the office’s lift lobby where you were waiting, the sudden presence of people that were considerably taller than you making you wonder if they could even see you, having been shoved all the way to the back of the lift once the lift had come, having to strain your neck so as not to let the person in front of you’s briefcase jab into your neck.

Annoyed to say the least, but trying not to let it ruin your morning, you’d heaved a sigh of relief when you heard the elevator ding, glancing at the number and recognising that it was your floor.

“Excuse me,” you said, tapping on the person in front of you, who turned in confusion only to spot you moments after, silently moving aside to allow you to exit.

Walking briskly to your table, you slumped into your seat with a sigh, earning a giggle from your co-worker sitting next to you.

“Tired already?”


You made a face, shrugging off your coat and slinging it on the back of your chair, “good morning to you too,” you sighed.

Your co-worker snickered, her expression shifting suddenly as she tapped you quickly, making you turn to see what she was so urgently warning you about, your eyes widening as you spotted your department head. Standing up and greeting him quickly.

The department head was currently walking with another man, dressed in an all-too fashionable coat to have worked at your company, round, thick-rimmed sunglasses hanging casually from the collar of his shirt, giving you and your desk mates a small nod in greeting.

“These are my new angels, only working temporarily, though,” he turned to face you, introducing the man to you. Apparently he was working together with your company to make a promotional advert.

“We’re looking for beauties like you for one of the roles,” your department head had gestured towards your co-worker, earning a shy shake of the head from her.

“Oh no, please, I’m not very good at acting.”

“Not just you, you two can try as well,” he gestured towards your other two desk mates, “they’d wonder if we run a modelling agency instead of a brokerage company,” he laughed obnoxiously.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d missed you out on purpose, turning to look at your co-workers. They were all gorgeous girls, who could pull off long pencil skirts and still manage to look leggy, whereas you had to stick to skirts that ended at the knee, not wanting to look like a child in a too-big uniform.

“What about Y/N sir? She was the best at acting out of all of us back in school,” your co-worker spoke up hesitantly, noticing the way the department head had missed you out as well.

Both the men had looked at you, the man giving your department head a look as if to ask if he was joking, and you’d suddenly wished you had just made your disappointment less obvious to your co-workers.

He bent down slightly, though he still looked down at you with a sickeningly sweet smile it made you cower under his stare, “Uhh…maybe if we need someone to play the role of a kid, we’ll let you know,” his tone was dripping with sarcasm, his words lingering with you even as he strolled off with the willy-wonka looking man.

Shrugging, you sat back down at your desk, trying to ignore the way your co-workers kept glancing between themselves and you. I mean, it wasn’t their fault that they were taller than you, and in turn received favour from the male heads of the company as a result.

You dismissed the feelings of discomfort that threatened to arise in you, shaking your head as you clicked into your email.This was just a temp job, you’ll be out of here before you knew it.

But that wasn’t to say you wouldn’t face this problem in your other offices as well, what were you supposed to do, borrow your boyfriend’s ankle weights when you walked around the house? You were already wearing platforms and those were heavy enough.

“Hey, are you alright?” Your co-worker whispered, making you muster your best reassuring smile, nodding at her.

“Mmhmm, I’m fine, I swear.”

“I mean, if you think of it this way, at least you look young?” your co-worker tried to comfort you, earning a glare from your other desk mates, making you laugh.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “really young.”

===

The feeling lingered with you all day, and you were on your last meeting for the day, desperately wishing time would pass faster as you went to the lounge to prepare coffee for your colleagues.

Opening the overhead cupboard, you’d refrained from letting out a groan when you saw that someone had returned the tea to the higher shelf instead of the lower shelf ( that mind, you, was still within your reach). Leaning one hand on the counter, you stretched your other hand up as high as you could, struggling to even brush the shelf.

Giving up with a sigh, you straightened out your blouse, wondering if it would be a good idea to climb up onto the counter to get the shelf, but even if you’d wanted to do so, your skirt wouldn’t allow for that.

Spotting a pair of tongs at the side of the sink, you’d grabbed them quickly, an idea sparking in your head. Trying again, you’d reached your hand out as far as you could, even jumping to try to get it, but in your excitement, you’d only managed to push the coffee mix deeper into the cupboard.

“What are you doing? They asked me to check on you since you were taking a while.”

You turned abruptly, hitting the tongs against the cupboard with a loud clanging sound on accident, spotting your co-worker standing there with an amused look on your face.

“Trying to make coffee,” if that wasn’t obvious enough.

Huffing, you felt embarrassment flooding your senses as your co-worker walked over, reaching out her hand and grabbing the instant coffee mix with ease, setting it onto the counter with a small smile.

You were thankful for her help, of course, but at the same time it made you feel so incompetent knowing that you couldn’t accomplish a simple task like making coffee independently.

“You should put a note telling them to leave it on the counter,” your co-worker told you, making you sigh.

“That goes for everything in the cupboard, then,” you huffed, making her laugh.

“I think it’s kind of cute. Your height has a certain charm, you know? Makes people wanna take care of you,” she told you with a laugh, making you shoot her a pointed look as you mixed the coffee with a stirrer.

“Bet your boyfriend’ll think it’s cute.”

You let out a grunt. Being cute was one thing, but being independent was completely different to you. It wasn’t like you to want to inconvenience others so much just because you were ‘so cute that you couldn’t reach something on a high shelf’. But once again, you brushed it off, laughing the situation off with your co-worker.

“My boyfriend thinks everything is cute,” you joked, dismissing the topic quickly as you brought the coffee back to the meeting room with her. Thinking of Chan only made you more desperate to want to finish this meeting sooner so you could see him.

You didn’t miss the comments from your colleagues when your co-worker had confessed that you took so long because you couldn’t reach the coffee mix, your mentor giving you a look when he mentioned that it was his doing, having ‘not expected’ that it would inconvenience anyone.

You’d flipped your binder open halfway through the meeting to discreetly message Chan, asking if he had any plans after work, surprising yourself with how quickly he’d replied you.

Chan5:32pm -pay attention to ur meeting! I don’t want u getting in trouble bc of me-

You hid your smile behind your hand, nodding along with whatever your mentor was presenting as you continued.

5:32pm -I can buy takeout from the place near my office-

Chan5:33pm -u don’t have to, i can go pick u up since I ended early today!-

After which, that was all you could think about for the rest of the meeting, clearing the cups of coffee with lightning speed once the meeting ended and jogging over to your desk, bidding goodbye to your colleagues since Chan had sent you a text saying he was waiting for you downstairs.

Hugging your coat tighter to yourself, you’d felt a sense of relief once you’d spotted Chan outside your office building, leaning against one of the railings with bags of takeout in his hand, his other hand fiddling with his phone as he waited.

You’d wanted to surprise him, but he’d looked up quicker than you would’ve liked, giving you a smile as you made your way over to him, his hands stretching out in an invitation for you to hug him, which you gladly did so, his tall frame (well, compared to yours) enveloping you warmly, bending slightly to rest his chin on top of your head gently.

You closed your eyes, letting out a small sigh as you wrapped your hands around him.

He let out a small hum, “lemme guess. Bad day at work?” He pulled away to look at you, his hand smoothing your hair away from your face, feeling the cold wind brushing against your cheek as you nodded at him.

Chan smiled, “it’s okay, it’s the end of the day now. I bought the takeout already, let’s get you home, hmm?” He took your hand, leading you towards his car. You couldn’t help but feel insecure under the gazes of your colleagues that walked past you, your height difference with Chan suddenly becoming a lot more noticeable than it usually was.

You tried to ignore it, not wanting to ruin your time with Chan, but you couldn’t help the negative thoughts from rising in your head. You remembered a comment that you’d heard someone say before to a couple with a similar height difference as yourself and Chan, saying that the woman looked more like his niece than his girlfriend.

Did Chan and I look like that too?

You sat in the car waiting for Chan to start the engine, watching your co-worker walk past, letting your thoughts slip from your mouth before you could notice.

“She’s tall, isn’t she?”

Chan looked up, shrugging as he started the engine, “yeah, she’s pretty tall.”

“Yeah, pretty and tall,” you gestured, making Chan’s eyebrows raise, pulling out of the parking lot.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged.

“Nothing, just…wondering. Do you ever wish you dated someone like her instead? Like…she’d look really good with you…she wouldn’t look like… your niece.”

Chan let out a disgruntled sound, already beginning to sense the reason behind your sulky mood, simply shaking his head at you.

“Of course not, I’m more than happy with you.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue further, choosing to let the conversation stop at that till you got home.

Once you were at Chan’s apartment, you’d taken a shower first, stepping out into the room in your towel after you’d worn your underwear.

“Chan, I’m thinking of staying over tonight, do you know if I have anymore clothes here?”

Chan hummed, “I’m not really sure where you put them, you could just wear one of my hoodies first if you want?” He stood up, walking over to his cupboard and fishing out one of his hoodies, handing them over to you with a small kiss on the forehead, heading outside first while you changed.

Putting it on, you’d immediately felt as though you were drowning in fabric. Chan tended to get bigger hoodies because of his shoulders, so they looked even bigger when they were on you.

Stepping outside, you padded over to the living room, not expecting to hear the hum of approval that left Chan’s lips as he spotted you.

“I know this isn’t the first time you’re wearing my clothes but, I can’t stress how much I love seeing you in my hoodies.”

He stretched out a hand to pull you closer to where he say on the sofa, tugging you just a little more so you ended up on his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about that question you asked me just now in the car,” he began, making you slightly nervous to hear what he was about to say, “and I just can’t believe you asked me that.”

“Chan, the food’s gonna get cold.”

He let out a displeased whine, “no, baby look at me,” he brought a hand up to your chin to ever so gently tilt your head to face him, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“I like you exactly how you are, because that’s…you. You’re who I fell in love with, not anyone else. Who cares if you’re not super tall? You’re fun sized!”

You were about to retort but Chan had beat you to it, “and before you go on about how it makes you feel dependent on others, It’s alright, okay? If you don’t wanna depend on them, depend on me. I’ll gladly help you get any sort of thing from the highest shelf in the world if I can help it.”

You scrunched your nose up, shoving him away in your embarrassment, “don’t say things like that,” you rest your hands over his, feeling his thumb rub the skin on your thigh gently.

“Why not? I mean every word.”

You gave him a look, and despite what you said, you knew that what Chan did was working in reassuring you, the feeling of your heart fluttering when he’d cupped your face still so familiar even after your years of dating Chan.

Chan was an absolute angel, you were reminded again now, as he tried to cheer you up during dinner, telling you funny things that happened at his workplace and talking about anything under the sun to make you feel better.

“How’re you feeling now?” He asked after you ate, earning a shrug from you.

“Kind of drowsy, do you um…” you averted your gaze from him, not knowing why you were letting yourself get shy all of a sudden.

Chan quirked his eyebrows up, tilting his head at you curiously, “hmm?” He asked.

“Can we..like…you know,” you mumbled, and you could practically hear Chan’s smile without looking at him, feeling him pull you forward, and in you almost losing your balance, you quickly supported yourself with your shin resting on Chan’s thigh, feeling him adjust your position, pulling your other leg up so you were straddling him now, raising his eyebrows at you again to prompt you further, clearly getting a kick out of seeing you so shy.

You shook your head, leaning forward so you were hugging him, resting your chin comfortably on your shoulder, the comfort it provided you making your eyes shut. Chan instinctively wrapped his arms around you, one hand above the other as they rested comfortably on your back.

“Lemme guess, you wanna cuddle?” Chan’s voice could be heard next to your ear, his voice soft and tone gentle, though not without a hint of teasing.

You nodded, “mmhmm,” your voice was muffled from how you pressed your lips against his shoulder.

“Couch or bed?” He hummed, earning a soft mumble of ‘bed’, Chan’s hands moving to grasp your thighs, standing up and carrying you towards the direction of his room, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Feeling him set you down on the bed, you let go so he could get in as well and make himself comfortable. Lying on his back, he’d beckoned you over, letting you resume your position of practically lying on him, your leg draped over him and your head resting on his chest, while his hand found its way to your back and your thigh, rubbing soothing patterns onto your skin.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

You felt his chest move slightly as he let out an amused huff, “what are you thanking me for, baby?”

“You..” You yawned, “take care of me so well,” you sighed, removing your head from his chest to look at him.  

Your gesture made Chan smile, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead.  

“Hey, can’t have my favourite girl feeling bad now, can I?,” he tilted his head at you, a soft smile at his lips.

You ignored the flush in your cheeks, shaking your head as you let your head rest back on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart slowly lulling you to sleep, all previous worries of the day now all melding into this soft, comforting moment of calm with Chan.

You stayed there cuddling in your room, the only sound being the soft music that Chan was playing in the room, and you were about to fall asleep when you heard Chan mutter, “I love you.”

You couldn’t help the smile from your face, letting out a deep sigh as you replied, as your own affirmation as well (albeit muffled by the fabric of his hoodie)

“I love you.”

You wouldn’t ask for anything else.

Westside Gunn Talks Merging His Love Of Designer Fashion And Rap In New Interview

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As one of the hottest names in Rap music Westside Gunn not only has a one of one delivery but also a unique way he puts on for the culture. He details his approach in a new Q&A.

In a new interview with Complex the Buffalo MC discusses the bright spotlight he is currently enjoying for his stellar LP Pray For Paris. While the album is also the ultimate co-sign a rapper can get from Virgil Abloh, who designed the artwork, he makes it clear that marrying designer and street debauchery is an art.

When discussing his signature album covers he starts with his infamous masked photograph from Hitler Wears Hermes 7. “That Balenciaga coat, that album cover, it was a statement. That picture is an art piece in itself and that’s why it’s still up in Times Square to this day,” he said. He also goes into his exact methodology when conceptualizing the creative for Supreme Blientele. “Let me just order myself a pair of Fendi stockings and put it all over my face, like I’m about to rob some sh*t. It’s just my art man. I like to keep my image going but I want to be different” he explained.

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GOD u could’ve chosen ANYBODY but I’m so thankful You have Chosen ME, sending me to prison to learn myself, to get wiser to get stronger, them long nights we planned ALL of this it’s finally happening the World can’t deny me bc we’re making it to hard for them, who would’ve ever thought a KID from BUFFALO would be standing tall in the #1 spot in the world but it’s plenty more to do for the Culture and I’m Ready, IM IN TIME SQ. MuthaFUKKKKKAS

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But to hear him tell it he isn’t new to playing the block while draped in luxury pieces without the help from a stylist. “I’ve been fly my whole life. A lot of people start getting fly once they get record deals and can start affording to buy it. But honestly, I’ve been wearing designer for the last 20 years ago. I had Versace glasses, Gucci, Iceberg, and all that in ’98” he claimed.

Back then he also accessorized his fly according to the times. “I was 17 years old, with platinum in my mouth. Nobody was even thinking about platinum, honestly” he added. Jay Z was the only person that was talking about it. This was during the Hard Knock Life days and all of that. This was like ’98, ’99, around that era. I got pictures with Versace glasses, platinum in my mouth, chains all over—back when you could wear the chain all the way down to your belly button.

You can read the feature in entirety here where he also discusses future plans to open up a store and his dream fashion job.

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source https://hiphopwired.com/859669/westside-gunn-talks-designer-fashion/

Apparently, Cats, and Children: HOPE IN HER EYES LOVE IN HEART, A QUIET, INCREDIBLY SWEET GIRL WAITS FOR LOVE SAMMY D 63105. 5 YRS. 37 LBS. THIS LOVEBUG WAITS FOR YOUL A MANHATTAN ACC TO BE KILLED - 5/30/2019 <3 An incredibly gentle hearted, snuggly, snaggle tooth sweetheart waits with hope for love. We are all absolutely smitten with teeny tiny Sammy. Please help her! A volunteer writes: “I fell in love with little Sammy the moment I saw her, peering up at me from her bed with shining, hopeful eyes. How could anyone with a heart say no to that adorable snaggle-toothed face? She's a quiet, well-behaved girl who loves long walks in the park, appreciates gentle petting and under-chin scratches and accepts treats with the softest touch. Despite a shy start, she's now very much open to meeting new friends of both the human and canine variety and we had a lovely time together on our first date, her sweet patience not wearing thin even during our photo shoot. Sammy mingles easily with four-legged boyfriends and girlfriends, greeting them politely in the street and getting bouncy in backyard playgroup, so she'd be happy to share her new home with a respectful sibling or two. She previously led a sheltered life with just her one person but Sammy's got a big heart hiding in that tiny body and with a soft touch and a slow approach, she'll open it up to a new forever family and show them just what unconditional love and loyalty really mean.” If you can give this incredible girl a home, please MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance fostering or adopting her. Staff writes: PERSONALITY AS PER BOROUGHBREAKS REPORT CARD. “Walked all around central park. I am a great girl. I didn´t chase the squirrels, birds, or rabbits. I do not pull on the leash. I can be a little afraid of other dogs, but just pat my head and tell me I am safe, and I will be okay. I do like water and grass, but I am also good on concrete and stairs. I love having someone pet my head and I am very quiet, I do love to sniff things! 3 words to describe me: Relaxed / Calm, Active, Easygoing.” Sammy does have some allergy to a form of pollen. She does sneeze, but she is not itchy and it doesn´t seem to bother her. She is not aggressive at all and would be great outside the pace of the shelter. “I like parks, I am calm and laid back, I don´t mind stairs, I am housebroken, I don´t mind loud noises, I like to explore the city and to go hiking. I listen to commands.” ****************************************************** MY MOVIE: Sammy and Zeus in Playgroup https://youtu.be/yqf5hD61BZk SAMMY, ID# 63103, 5 yrs old, 37.6 lbs, Unaltered Female Manhattan ACC, Medium Mixed Breed, Brown Brindle / White I came into the shelter as a aco impound on 17-May-2019. Behavior History: Behavior information is unknown as the dog was picked up without an owner present. Upon arrival the dog did not allow handing. He was growling, hard barking, and had his tail tucked. The dog kept backing away from me and was unable to be leashed due to behavior. The dog required a pole for pick up and drop off at MACC. Basic Information:: Owner was evicted and super of building needed a pick up for the dog Previously lived with:: 1 adult How is this dog around strangers?: The dog was growling, hard barking, and had his tail tucked. The dog was not able to be leashed upon pick up and required the pole. How is this dog around children?: unknown How is this dog around other dogs?: unknown How is this dog around cats?: unknown Resource guarding:: unknown Behavior Assessment Date of intake:: 5/17/2019 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Stray Previously lived with:: An adult Date of assessment:: 5/21/2019 Summary:: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Moderate Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Fearful Call over: Approaches with coaxing Sociability comments: tucked tail, tense body, whale eye, staying by door Handling Soft handling: Tolerates contact Exuberant handling: Tolerates contact Comments: Body tense, tucked tail, stands still Arousal Jog: Follows (fearful) Arousal: tucked tail, low body Knock: No response Knock Comments: tucked tail Toy: No response Toy comments: None Summary:: 5/19: When introduced off leash to a male greeter dog, Sammy greets politely and then mostly keeps to herself. 5/22: Sammy greets politely, then seeks handler attention. 5/24-5/25: Sammy engages in some bouncy play today with a select male dog. Date of intake:: 5/17/2019 Summary:: hard barking, growling, tucked tail, backed away Date of initial:: 5/18/2019 Summary:: Tense, struggled, sedated for exam ENERGY LEVEL:: We have no history on Sammy so we cannot be certain of her behavior in a home environment. However, she is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep her engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct her energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments:: No children: At the care center, Sammy has been fearful and displayed a potential for defensive aggression by growling at handlers during interactions and while in her kennel. During her handling assessment, she was uncomfortable with handling and maintained a tucked tail and tense body throughout. For these reasons, we recommend an adult-only home for Sammy. Potential challenges: : Handling/touch sensitivity,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Handling/touch sensitivity: Sammy has not been comfortable with a lot of handling. She maintains a tense body and tucked tail during her handling assessment. Please see handout on Handling/touch sensitivity. Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: At the care center, Sammy has been fearful and displayed a potential for defensive aggression by growling at handlers during interactions and while in her kennel. She has allowed minimal handling and maintains a tense body and tucked tail throughout. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. My medical notes are... Weight: 37.6 lbs Vet Notes 18/05/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 5y Microchip noted on Intake? no Microchip Number (If Applicable):placed on intake History : Stray Subjective: BAR Observed Behavior -tense on exam, whale eyed, struggles with restraint. Sedated for exam 0.5ml telazol IM Evidence of Cruelty seen -no Evidence of Trauma seen -no Objective T = P = 120 R =wnl BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: muzzled for exam, under bite pronounced PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: female no apparent spay scar, mature mammary glands MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: normal on external Assessment: apparently healthy Prognosis: good Plan: behavioral assessment SURGERY: Okay for surgery 26/05/2019 SO BAR in kennel. Growling and barking at kennel front. EN -- sneezing, serous nasal discharge and coughing A CIRDC P move to ISO enrofloxacin 204mg tablet -- give 1 tablet PO q24h x 10 days cerenia 60mg tablet -- give 1/2 tablet PO q24h x 4 days *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

Apparently, Bad, and Blade: Raep DARTED IN, TERRIFIED Making great strides to adjust to his new situation Handsome, chunky, lovable, housetrained - Reported to be playful& independent by former owner, lived with a small dog be mine years old 70 lbs FOSTER **** TO BE KILLED - 2/5/2018 **** DARTED IN AND SCARED AS CAN BE, Razz hunkered down in the cage that would temporarily be home when he came too and hoped it was all a bad dream. Until he woke up in the morning in the same place with a bunch of other dogs who had made the same wish before they drifted into sleep. Though scared, Razz has the look of a friendly chunkster and the volunteers know it so they attempt to befriend him, and turns out they are right. But Razz is still scared and needs to feel safe in this strange new place so they have to coax him out of his kennel and after lots of encouragement, soft words and top shelf treats (his legs trembling the whole time) he comes around and tips out of the kennel. Just as gorgeous as they knew he would be. Razz is such a hunky boy with his velvet coat, checking out the scenery, sniffing his four legged next door neighbor and saying hello through the gate. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. :) He's picking up on good energy from these people known as volunteers and even making friends, tail just a-wagging. But they don't give you weeks to come out of your shell at the shelter, especially if you are scared and your family doesn't want you, so Razz needs a prompt hero to take him to the next phase in this harrowing ordeal. He's been added to the euth list and he will be killed if an experienced, kind and loving person doesn't come through for him promptly. So if you like cute, soft, velvety and loyal things that will show you how grateful they are for you for the rest of their life, Razz just might be your boy. Please consider saving a life. RAZZ@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Razz My animal id is #18774 I am a male tan dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 4 years old, 70 lbs Came into shelter as stray Jan. 20, 2018 Razz is new hope rescue only Razz 18774 is at risk for behavior concerns (New Hope Only behavior determination). He has been fearful with her human caretakers, but warms up with consistent slow gentle approach. Razz has been diagnosed with Canine Upper Respiratory Disease Complex and will likely require home rest and a series of antibiotics for up to 14 days. This is a contagious illness to other dogs. You may know me from such films as... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyf7fDkUfyA https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1&v=6mQND5pnAVY My medical notes are... Weight: 70 lbs Vet Notes 20/01/2018 [DVM Intake] DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 5 Microchip noted on Intake? no Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : OS due to bite Subjective/ Observed: Patient was presented fractious/excited in a kennel after being darted by officers. The tranqs did not appear to have the desired effect as Razz was very excited, barking and growling. Required Sedation and a muzzle for examination. Evidence of Cruelty seen - n Evidence of Trauma seen - n Objective T = - P = 60 (under sedation) R = WNL BCS= 6/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Used a tongue depressor. Teeth apparently in good condition PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Intact - two descended testicles MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: Assessment: Healthy Prognosis: Excellent Plan: Sedation: 1cc Telazol IM Removed two darts from dorsum and neck. Made a small skin incision with #10 scalpel blade and cleaned repeatedly with chlorohexidine scrub. Applied topical antibiotic ointment DOH Hold SURGERY: Temporary waiver due to DOH Hold 28/01/2018 S/O: Reported Vomiting. Very quiet in kennel. Plan: Monitor for CIRDC or sickness 29/01/2018 S/O: Lethargic. Quiet in kennel. Not eating alot. Moderate serous dis-charge from left nares A: CIRDC Plan: Move to Iso Give 300 mg Doxycycline PO SID for 14days Give 60 mg Cerenia PO SID for 3 days Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 5. Red Behavior History Behavior Assessment Upon intake Razz was barking, lunging and growling while in the crate. He had a tense body and tail tucked. No handling was performed. Date of Intake: 1/20/2018 Spay/Neuter Status: Unknown Basic Information:: Razz is a roughly 4 year old large dog whom was bought from a friend and kept in the same home since he was just a few months old. Unfortunately due to a previous bite history he could not be kept. Previously lived with:: 3 adults, 1 small dog How is this dog around strangers?: Around strangers Razz is described as reactive and plays rough with adults How is this dog around children?: Razz has not been socialized with children so this behavior is unknown. How is this dog around other dogs?: He has been socialized with one small breed dog and is described as relaxed and plays very rough How is this dog around cats?: Razz has not been socialized with cats so this behavior is unknown Resource guarding:: Razz is known to have no resource guarding issues. Bite history:: Razz has a previous bite history which is elaborated in a separate memo Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: High energy level Other Notes:: Razz is described to bark a lot and isn't bothered by loud storms of fireworks. He isn't bothered with having his food or toys touches, being given a bath, having his nails trimmed or being disturbed while asleep. He will bark, growl and occasionally snap when being held or restrained or when unfamiliar people approach his owner or home. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No Medical Notes: Razz has no known medical issues. For a New Family to Know: Razz is described as playful, independent, pushy and excitable.He enjoys playing with ropes, ate Merrick dry food 3 times a is considered very house trained. He would be walked 2 times a day, pulls very hard on leash and off leash he wanders but comes when he is called. Date of intake:: 1/20/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner surrender (in previous home since puppyhood) Previously lived with:: Adults (3), small dog Behavior toward strangers:: Reactive, plays roughly Behavior toward children:: Unknown Behavior toward dogs:: Relaxed, plays roughly with housemate Behavior toward cats:: Unknown Resource guarding:: None reported. Bite history:: Yes, Razz bit one of his owners the day before intake. The owner was attempting to collar Razz for the first time (he did not wear a collar at home), and Razz responded by growling and lunging. The owner tried again to collar and Razz escalating to a bite on the right hand. This was a bite-and-release that resulted in several punctures. The owner sought treatment at the hospital for the injury. The owners reported being shocked by the behavior and believing it was due to fear. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Razz is described as playful, independent, pushy, and excitable, with a high energy level. Other Notes:: Razz is reported to bark, growl and occasionally snap when being held or restrained or when unfamiliar people approach his owner or home. Date of assessment:: 2/2/2018 Summary:: Throughout his stay in the care center, Razz has shown generally fearful behavior. He has made progress in recent days but out of concern that a handling assessment with a stranger at this point may push him over threshold, he will not receive a SAFER handling assessment at this time. Date of intake:: 1/20/2018 Summary:: Barking, lunging, growling in the crate; tense body, tail tucked. Date of initial:: 1/20/2018 Summary:: Excited, barking, growling. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: Since his arrival, Razz has shown great behavioral improvement. Initially he would lunge and hard bark at handlers whenever a leash was presented, and would not leave his kennel. With daily sessions of leashing and giving treats, and providing a stepstool for him to step onto, Razz is now able to leave his kennel and solicits pets from multiple employees while out on a walk. He now allows handling and will lean in to handlers for pets, and will walk appropriately on a leash. Outside of his kennel Razz displays loose and wiggly body language and while still somewhat fearful he has continued to improve since his arrival. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to Razz's general fear of strangers, sensitivity to certain types of handling, and bite history, we recommend an adult-only home for Razz. Place with a New Hope partner: Razz will need guidance to learn to feel more confident in new situations and to learn new coping skills when frightened. We recommend ONLY force-free, reward-based training methods for Razz; more aversive techniques will increase fear and increase the risk of future aggression. Potential challenges: : Handling/touch sensitivity,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Handling/touch sensitivity: Razz's previous owners note growling, barking, and snapping when restrained. Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: Razz has shown an escalation to a bite when frightened. He gave appropriate warnings (growling, lunging) before the escalation, but when not respected a bite followed. It is essential to always respect his warning signs. It is important to move slowly with Razz, to build positive associations (treats/toys/praise), and to allow Razz to initiate interactions with new people. He should never be forced to greet or to interact if he is not comfortable and soliciting attention. RAZZ IS RESCUE ONLY…..TO SAVE THIS PUP YOU MUST FILL OUT APPLICATIONS WITH AT LEAST 3 NEW HOPE RESCUES. PLEASE HURRY!!! IF YOU CAN FOSTER OR ADOPT THIS PUP, PLEASE PM OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE. WE CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH LINKS TO APPLICATIONS WITH NEW HOPE RESCUES WHO ARE CURRENTLY PULLING FROM THE NYC ACC. PLEASE SHARE THIS DOG FOR A HOME TO SAVE HIS LIFE.

Apparently, Bad, and Blade: Raep DARTED IN, TERRIFIED Making great strides to adjust to his new situation Handsome, chunky, lovable, housetrained - Reported to be playful& independent by former owner, lived with a small dog be mine years old 70 lbs FOSTER **** TO BE KILLED - 2/3/2018 **** DARTED IN AND SCARED AS CAN BE, Razz hunkered down in the cage that would temporarily be home when he came too and hoped it was all a bad dream. Until he woke up in the morning in the same place with a bunch of other dogs who had made the same wish before they drifted into sleep. Though scared, Razz has the look of a friendly chunkster and the volunteers know it so they attempt to befriend him, and turns out they are right. But Razz is still scared and needs to feel safe in this strange new place so they have to coax him out of his kennel and after lots of encouragement, soft words and top shelf treats (his legs trembling the whole time) he comes around and tips out of the kennel. Just as gorgeous as they knew he would be. Razz is such a hunky boy with his velvet coat, checking out the scenery, sniffing his four legged next door neighbor and saying hello through the gate. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. :) He's picking up on good energy from these people known as volunteers and even making friends, tail just a-wagging. But they don't give you weeks to come out of your shell at the shelter, especially if you are scared and your family doesn't want you, so Razz needs a prompt hero to take him to the next phase in this harrowing ordeal. He's been added to the euth list and he will be killed if an experienced, kind and loving person doesn't come through for him promptly. So if you like cute, soft, velvety and loyal things that will show you how grateful they are for you for the rest of their life, Razz just might be your boy. Please consider saving a life. RAZZ@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Razz My animal id is #18774 I am a male tan dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 4 years old, 70 lbs Came into shelter as stray Jan. 20, 2018 Razz is new hope rescue only Razz 18774 is at risk for behavior concerns (New Hope Only behavior determination). He has been fearful with her human caretakers, but warms up with consistent slow gentle approach. Razz has been diagnosed with Canine Upper Respiratory Disease Complex and will likely require home rest and a series of antibiotics for up to 14 days. This is a contagious illness to other dogs. You may know me from such films as... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyf7fDkUfyA https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1&v=6mQND5pnAVY My medical notes are... Weight: 70 lbs Vet Notes 20/01/2018 [DVM Intake] DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 5 Microchip noted on Intake? no Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : OS due to bite Subjective/ Observed: Patient was presented fractious/excited in a kennel after being darted by officers. The tranqs did not appear to have the desired effect as Razz was very excited, barking and growling. Required Sedation and a muzzle for examination. Evidence of Cruelty seen - n Evidence of Trauma seen - n Objective T = - P = 60 (under sedation) R = WNL BCS= 6/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Used a tongue depressor. Teeth apparently in good condition PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Intact - two descended testicles MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: Assessment: Healthy Prognosis: Excellent Plan: Sedation: 1cc Telazol IM Removed two darts from dorsum and neck. Made a small skin incision with #10 scalpel blade and cleaned repeatedly with chlorohexidine scrub. Applied topical antibiotic ointment DOH Hold SURGERY: Temporary waiver due to DOH Hold 28/01/2018 S/O: Reported Vomiting. Very quiet in kennel. Plan: Monitor for CIRDC or sickness 29/01/2018 S/O: Lethargic. Quiet in kennel. Not eating alot. Moderate serous dis-charge from left nares A: CIRDC Plan: Move to Iso Give 300 mg Doxycycline PO SID for 14days Give 60 mg Cerenia PO SID for 3 days Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 5. Red Behavior History Behavior Assessment Upon intake Razz was barking, lunging and growling while in the crate. He had a tense body and tail tucked. No handling was performed. Date of Intake: 1/20/2018 Spay/Neuter Status: Unknown Basic Information:: Razz is a roughly 4 year old large dog whom was bought from a friend and kept in the same home since he was just a few months old. Unfortunately due to a previous bite history he could not be kept. Previously lived with:: 3 adults, 1 small dog How is this dog around strangers?: Around strangers Razz is described as reactive and plays rough with adults How is this dog around children?: Razz has not been socialized with children so this behavior is unknown. How is this dog around other dogs?: He has been socialized with one small breed dog and is described as relaxed and plays very rough How is this dog around cats?: Razz has not been socialized with cats so this behavior is unknown Resource guarding:: Razz is known to have no resource guarding issues. Bite history:: Razz has a previous bite history which is elaborated in a separate memo Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: High energy level Other Notes:: Razz is described to bark a lot and isn't bothered by loud storms of fireworks. He isn't bothered with having his food or toys touches, being given a bath, having his nails trimmed or being disturbed while asleep. He will bark, growl and occasionally snap when being held or restrained or when unfamiliar people approach his owner or home. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No Medical Notes: Razz has no known medical issues. For a New Family to Know: Razz is described as playful, independent, pushy and excitable.He enjoys playing with ropes, ate Merrick dry food 3 times a is considered very house trained. He would be walked 2 times a day, pulls very hard on leash and off leash he wanders but comes when he is called. Date of intake:: 1/20/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner surrender (in previous home since puppyhood) Previously lived with:: Adults (3), small dog Behavior toward strangers:: Reactive, plays roughly Behavior toward children:: Unknown Behavior toward dogs:: Relaxed, plays roughly with housemate Behavior toward cats:: Unknown Resource guarding:: None reported. Bite history:: Yes, Razz bit one of his owners the day before intake. The owner was attempting to collar Razz for the first time (he did not wear a collar at home), and Razz responded by growling and lunging. The owner tried again to collar and Razz escalating to a bite on the right hand. This was a bite-and-release that resulted in several punctures. The owner sought treatment at the hospital for the injury. The owners reported being shocked by the behavior and believing it was due to fear. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Razz is described as playful, independent, pushy, and excitable, with a high energy level. Other Notes:: Razz is reported to bark, growl and occasionally snap when being held or restrained or when unfamiliar people approach his owner or home. Date of assessment:: 2/2/2018 Summary:: Throughout his stay in the care center, Razz has shown generally fearful behavior. He has made progress in recent days but out of concern that a handling assessment with a stranger at this point may push him over threshold, he will not receive a SAFER handling assessment at this time. Date of intake:: 1/20/2018 Summary:: Barking, lunging, growling in the crate; tense body, tail tucked. Date of initial:: 1/20/2018 Summary:: Excited, barking, growling. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: Since his arrival, Razz has shown great behavioral improvement. Initially he would lunge and hard bark at handlers whenever a leash was presented, and would not leave his kennel. With daily sessions of leashing and giving treats, and providing a stepstool for him to step onto, Razz is now able to leave his kennel and solicits pets from multiple employees while out on a walk. He now allows handling and will lean in to handlers for pets, and will walk appropriately on a leash. Outside of his kennel Razz displays loose and wiggly body language and while still somewhat fearful he has continued to improve since his arrival. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to Razz's general fear of strangers, sensitivity to certain types of handling, and bite history, we recommend an adult-only home for Razz. Place with a New Hope partner: Razz will need guidance to learn to feel more confident in new situations and to learn new coping skills when frightened. We recommend ONLY force-free, reward-based training methods for Razz; more aversive techniques will increase fear and increase the risk of future aggression. Potential challenges: : Handling/touch sensitivity,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Handling/touch sensitivity: Razz's previous owners note growling, barking, and snapping when restrained. Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: Razz has shown an escalation to a bite when frightened. He gave appropriate warnings (growling, lunging) before the escalation, but when not respected a bite followed. It is essential to always respect his warning signs. It is important to move slowly with Razz, to build positive associations (treats/toys/praise), and to allow Razz to initiate interactions with new people. He should never be forced to greet or to interact if he is not comfortable and soliciting attention. RAZZ IS RESCUE ONLY…..TO SAVE THIS PUP YOU MUST FILL OUT APPLICATIONS WITH AT LEAST 3 NEW HOPE RESCUES. PLEASE HURRY!!! IF YOU CAN FOSTER OR ADOPT THIS PUP, PLEASE PM OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE. WE CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH LINKS TO APPLICATIONS WITH NEW HOPE RESCUES WHO ARE CURRENTLY PULLING FROM THE NYC ACC. PLEASE SHARE THIS DOG FOR A HOME TO SAVE HIS LIFE.