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Working as a counselor at a summer camp for kids isn't the most exciting job, but hanging out with Taehyung makes it worth it.

○ Pairing: Taehyung x trans man!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: A classic Jai weed fic, friends to lovers, summer camp au, smut, fluff

○ 13 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Camp Counselor)

○ Word Count: 3,670

○ Warnings: Some body/gender dysphoria, reference to top surgery, reference to hormone therapy, marijuana, oral sex, (self) hand job, Jai didn't proofread this jhsdkjfsk sorry friends

○ Notes: Today is International Transgender Day of Visibility, created to celebrate trans and nonbinary people worldwide. Particularly on Tumblr and with reader-insert BTS fanfic, there is little representation of trans and nonbinary characters. Readers are often written as AFAB and use she/her pronouns and traditionally feminine terms to describe their genitalia (even when listed as gender-neutral readers). I wanted to share a story that explicitly focuses on a trans reader. I welcome everyone to read this story, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. As F. Scott Fitzgerald once said, "That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."

○ Disclaimer: The trans community is diverse, and this fic doesn't represent all trans and nonbinary people's experiences. If you'd like to learn more about how to be an ally for trans and nonbinary people, check out this article from the Human Rights Campaign.

○ Post Date: March 31, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? A weed playlist

“Did you know that smoking weed makes your sperm count decrease?”

You scrunch your nose at Taehyung’s vulgar question, but he doesn’t notice. He’s nearly cross-eyed as he licks along the edge of the blunt he just rolled with expert fingers.

“Not me,” you challenge. “Maybe you.”

Taehyung stares at you for a moment. You can practically see the gears turning in his head before he sticks the blunt between his lips and speaks around it.

“Shit, yeah.”

The summer air, thick with humidity, doesn’t help when your face heats up from Taehyung’s mistake. It’s funny how seemingly inconsequential moments—like Taehyung forgetting that you don’t have the same parts as him—can bring you such euphoria. Taehyung has always been good at that, though. He’s never treated you differently, singled you out, or made you feel like you aren’t enough or are too much.

You’re just two dudes perched on a mossy rock in the middle of the woods, smoking a blunt while the camp kids you’re supposed to be taking care of are asleep in their cabins.

Simple as that.

Taehyung pauses to light the end of the blunt and inhales deeply, drawing smoke through his pink lips and exhaling it slowly. The thick cloud doesn’t have a chance to disappear into the night sky before Taehyung breathes it back in through his nose.

Rolling your eyes at Taehyung’s unnecessary display of stoner prowess, you take the blunt from his pinched grip and curl your lips around the tip.

“Are you trying to say weed is, like, male birth control?” you ask, smoke coming out of your mouth in disjointed puffs and streams between your teeth while you talk.

“It basically is.”

“That feels very unreliable.”

Your fingers brush against each other every time you pass the blunt between you. The contact makes your arm tingle, and the feeling wiggles down the right side of your body the more times you reach for the blunt.

“I mean, I smoke, like, every day, and I haven’t knocked anyone up yet,” Taehyung admits with a shrug.

You nearly choke.

“You’re fucking people raw, Tae?”

“Shhh!” Taehyung giggles with his index finger to your lips. You grab his wrist and try to push him off, but he doesn’t budge.

“Taehyung,” you whisper, but he pinches your top and bottom lips together to keep you quiet. It’s useless; his giggles are louder than you are.

“Listen,” Taehyung grins as he brings the blunt to his lips. Yours are still pinched together with his other hand. “I got tested before camp started, and I got no babies.”

“That’s not–”

“I know the test is for STIs, not babies, obviously!” Taehyung squawks, shoving you hard on the shoulder when you finally free yourself from him with a giggle, almost sending you flying off the rock. “I’m just saying I got neither.”

“Alright, alright! I believe you. No STIs, no babies.”

“Exactly.” Taehyung winks at you as he exhales a thick cloud of smoke.

Since you’re sitting next to each other, it’s impossible to escape the shy embarrassment Taehyung triggers in you. He has no business looking as good as he does when he smokes. It’s his lips and eyes, you think, watching him take another hit. The perfect pink bow of his upper lip and the plushness of his bottom lip make his mouth look pretty when the smoke swirls out of it.

When he looks at you through the smoke that surrounds you, his eyes are dark and lidded, a heavy gaze that weighs on you as you bring the blunt to your lips.

“Do you want me to roll another one?” Taehyung asks, his voice rough and thick, after a few more passes of the blunt between you.

It doesn’t feel like you’ve been outside for a long time, but a quick glance at your phone tells you it’s way past time to return to your cabin.

“We should head back, unfortunately,” you say with a sigh, “Waking up in the morning is going to fucking suck.”

“There’s probably just this last hit left.”

You wave away Taehyung’s offer of the blunt now smoked down to a pinched nub.

“I started it, so you have to end it,” Taehyung insists.

“Fine, come here.”

You’ve shotgunned weed with someone before. Although people may call it a shotgun kiss, it isn’t a real kiss. The person who inhales the smoke is supposed to blow the smoke into the other person’s mouth. Sure, that requires getting close to the other person, but it doesn’t require mouth-to-mouth contact. Everyone knows this, especially someone who smokes as much as Taehyung does.

So why does Taehyung lean in too close to press his lips against yours when you blow the smoke into his mouth?

It’s quiet outside, just the chatter of insects and other forest dwellers breaking the still summer night, so you easily hear the breathy way Taehyung inhales the smoke you’ve passed to him. It’s a soft, gentle sound that makes your entire body tingle, starting where his plush lips connect with yours.

Have you wondered if Taehyung’s lips are as soft as they look? Of course, you have; who hasn’t? Taehyung is easily one of the most gorgeous people you’ve ever met, but he has always been just a camp friend.

You’ve known Taehyung for years, spending half of every summer together at this camp since you were kids, eventually becoming counselors once you aged out of the program. Despite living in different cities and attending different universities, you’ve maintained an unlikely friendship through camp.

However, now you’re wondering if you’ve been reading your relationship all wrong.

Taehyung pulls away and turns his head to the side to exhale the smoke before cupping the back of your head and leaning in again. He’s pretty like this, with his eyes closed and expression relaxed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, and for some reason, it feels like the hottest thing anyone has ever said to you.

“Yeah,” your voice is hoarse when you respond, scratchy from the smoke making your throat raw and your mouth dry. You made the rookie mistake of not bringing anything to drink.

When Taehyung slips his tongue in your mouth, you can taste the smokiness of the blunt. He cups your face with both hands and deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly and causing your noses to brush against each other. Making out while high comes with an indescribable pleasure, something airy and electrifying that washes over your entire body in waves. It isn’t like normal arousal that you feel throbbing from your core and spread throughout your body. Kissing Taehyung while high makes your entire body tremble.

You twist your fingers into the sides of his baggy t-shirt to have something to hold onto as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a low groan from you. The old camp shirt is faded and soft from years of going through the wash. You’ve got an identical one in your dresser at the cabin.

“We have to go back,” you insist weakly once Taehyung releases your lip from between his teeth.

“I forgot.”

“Of course you did.”

Your laugh is full of anxiety as you look away from Taehyung’s heavy gaze. His eyes are blazing red. You wonder if he kissed you because he’s high and if he’s going to wake up in the morning and pretend it didn’t happen. Is that better than the alternative outcome where Taehyung is weirded out because, well, you’re you?

“Shut up,” Taehyung grumbles, but he wears a grin as he digs the toe of his hiking boot into the ground, twisting it to make sure the blunt is put out.

“First one to the cabin gets to shower first,” he declares.

“Taehyung!” you hiss, but he’s already crashing through the forest brush with flailing arms.

It takes a few seconds for your brain to get in sync with your body, still foggy from weed and Taehyung’s kisses. You scramble to get up, having to adjust your pants with a tug to your crotch as you jog after him. Bottom growth is affirming, but it’s also a pain in the ass sometimes. You can’t imagine how cis men deal with all that.

Taking off in what you hope is the direction of the camp, you quickly realize there’s no way you’ll make it to the cabin before Taehyung. The forest floor is uneven, and you’re an idiot and didn’t wear your hiking boots. Your smooth-soled Converse slide against mossy rocks and get caught on raised tree roots, nearly sending you flying as you try to catch up with Taehyung.

When you finally reach the cabin, you’re wheezing, and your entire body is sticky with sweat. Taehyung is already in your bedroom, whistling as he rifles through the dresser like he’s having a grand time despite his hair looking like a rat’s nest and having welts on his legs from running through bushes in shorts.

“Took you long enough,” he grins as you stomp through the front door and head straight to the bedroom.

The cabin is small, with a living room big enough for a couch and a coffee table, a small kitchenette off to the side, and a door to the bedroom you’re sharing with Taehyung. You each have a twin-sized bed that sits across from the other in the small room, and you share a large dresser placed in between your beds against the back wall. On the opposite side of the room is the door to the bathroom. Everything is a tight fit, but you don’t mind. The two of you are hardly ever in the cabin anyway. Being a counselor requires long hours full of activities, meaning you’re only in your cabin to sleep unless you have an off day.

“I’m gonna go enjoy a nice, warm shower now.” Taehyung rubs his victory in your face, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, and his eyes glittering like fire embers in the cabin’s pale yellow lighting.

“Dude, fuck off,” you give him your middle finger as he shuts the bathroom door with a cackle.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for Taehyung to finish showering. You trade places silently, your red eyes avoiding Taehyung’s because the time you had alone made you paranoid about what happened in the woods.

The paranoia only gets worse while you’re in the shower. There’s no need to scrub yourself with your washcloth so aggressively, but you feel like your entire body is crawling. It isn’t the discomfort you once felt when you looked at your naked body. It’s been a while since you felt discomfort when touching your chest or washing between your legs. No, this feeling you’re experiencing now is something different. Rather than feeling the urge to hide, you want to be seen. You want to be seen by Taehyung, and you don’t know what to do with that desire.

Showering doesn’t calm the need pulsing through your body. You feel a little less high, but you’re still buzzing with electricity, still incredibly sensitive as you dry yourself with a fluffy towel. With your brain still floating in the clouds, you almost think you’re hallucinating the slow opening of the bathroom door. Quickly, you wrap your towel around your hips and stare at Taehyung, whose head pokes through the door crack.

“Hellooo,” Taehyung drags out the word, low and slow, as his eyes sweep over your body.

He’s blatantly checking you out, and you feel your cheeks heat up from arousal or shame; you’re not sure which. You may not experience dysphoria anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re running around shirtless, sporting scars where most guys’ pecs end. It was never “okay” to be shirtless with the chest you had before; it’s taking a while to feel “okay” doing it now.

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that Taehyung has never cared. He watched you blossom for over a decade as you shaped yourself into your most authentic form, and he kept up with every change, no matter how different things were from the summer before.

“Do you need something or…?”

Blinking, Taehyung’s face turns pink, and he shakes his head.

“No. Well, I mean, sort of?”

Taehyung laughs at himself, and you can’t help but laugh, too, because who can hear Taehyung laugh and not want to experience that same joy, even if it’s twinged with nervousness?

“What do you sort of need?” you finally ask with a grin, that shared joy warming your chest.

“Can I come in?”

“You’re already halfway there.”

With a cheeky grin, Taehyung slips into the bathroom and closes the door so you’ll stay warm. He’s wearing loose boxers and a tank shirt because the cabin’s lack of central air conditioning makes it hot at night. He’s cute like this, soft and domestic.

“Did you like it?” Taehyung keeps his hand on the doorknob as though preparing to leave, but his voice is steady when he asks the question.

“Like what?”

You know what. Taehyung knows you know what.

He clarifies anyway.

“When I kissed you, did you like it?” Taehyung switches between focusing on your eyes and your mouth. “Because… I want to do it again.”

It only takes a slight nod for Taehyung to crowd you against the bathroom counter. The kiss feels confident this time, no longer an accident or hesitant test ride. Taehyung holds your jaw to tilt your head up and kisses you hard enough to leave you breathless. You noisily inhale whenever he lets you.

“I didn’t want to wait,” Taehyung explains against your lips while you moan against his.

“For what?”

“You to finish showering.” Taehyung’s free hand runs down your side to squeeze your hip, part of his hand slipping under your towel. “Is this okay?”

You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you let him unwrap your towel and drop it on the slippery tile floor. Maybe it’s the weed making you feel reckless, letting this boy see you in a way you haven’t let a boy see you since you started your transition. Maybe it’s just because it’s Taehyung.

“You, too,” you groan when you feel Taehyung’s clothed cock press against your thigh.

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, reaching over his shoulder to pull his shirt over his head by grabbing the back. Once he’s shirtless, his mouth finds your jaw, kissing across to the sensitive spot just below your ear while you tug down his boxers so he can kick them off.

Beneath the arousal building inside of you are nerves you can’t seem to shake. They’re making it difficult to concentrate on how fantastic it feels to have Taehyung’s soft lips kissing and sucking your neck. All you can think about is how you’re afraid that Taehyung will freak out, that he keeps forgetting, and how it feels nice when he forgets when you’re talking about guy stuff, but it’ll feel devastating when he realizes he has forgotten now.

Slowly, Taehyung’s fingertips skirt your torso, creeping down your side to swipe over your waist and trail along the crease where your hip meets your thigh. You hold your breath as he ventures further, eventually shooting your hands out to squeeze his biceps when his fingers dip into your hole to gather your arousal and drag it upward.

“Can I suck your cock?” Taehyung breathes, hot and ragged, against the curve of your ear.

Jolting back, you stare at him with wide eyes and feel your heart flutter painfully in your chest because you still haven’t started breathing again.

“W-What, what did you say?” you stammer, holding Taehyung’s red, lusty gaze.

“Can I suck your cock? I want to suck you off.”

Taehyung says it so simply, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He slid his fingers through your arousal and didn’t refer to it as your pussy or clit, as if he already knew those words would make you feel disgusting.

“You, how did you know… why did you call it that?”

Scrunching his eyebrows and frowning slightly, Taehyung pulls his hand from in between your legs.

“Uhh… you always call it your dick when we’re talking about stuff with the guys?” There’s a panicked edge to Taehyung’s voice, each sentence coming out like a hesitant question. “But, uh, I feel like most of society agrees that dick isn’t really sexy, so… I thought cock would sound better…”

When you don’t respond, Taehyung’s face shifts from pale with panic to bright red with embarrassment.

“Shit, should I not have said that? Should I have asked first? I’m sorry I—”

You kiss away Taehyung’s embarrassed babbling, your fingers dug into his hair, and your body pressed flush against his. His hands curve around to hold your lower back and pull you closer as if it’s even possible. You want him to try, to mold you into him.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

When Taehyung smiles, his teeth press against your bottom lip.

“You don’t need to thank me. I just wanna make you feel good. Will you let me?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You bite your bottom lip and squeeze the edge of the counter on either side of your waist as you watch Taehyung get on his knees. The bath mat protects his knees from the hard tile when he kneels in front of you.

“You’re so pretty,” Taehyung says softly as he rubs his hands up and down the inside of your thighs with slight pressure to push them apart a little bit more, “Pretty boy.”

It’s hot watching Taehyung lick the tip of your cock, the hormones you’ve been on making it stick out beyond your folds. Taehyung is gentle when he presses your lower abdomen with his palm and uses his fingers to pull your lips back slightly to expose more of you. He gets you nice and wet before he wraps his lips around your cock, suckling it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, grabbing Taehyung’s head with one hand so you can run your fingers through his bangs and push them away from his face to see his eyes better.

Taehyung hums in response to your moans, and you feel the vibration rumble through your groin. He’s skillful as he licks and swirls your cock with his tongue and keeps a tight suction around it with his lips and hollowed cheeks.

For a moment, you tip your head back and try to regulate your breathing because how is Taehyung about to make you cum already, just from his mouth? Sure, your body has been more sensitive since you started your hormone therapy, but fuck.

To make matters worse, when you look back down, you notice that Taehyung’s free hand is wrapped around his cock. He pumps his cock at the same rhythm as he begins to bob his head as if he’s sucking even more of you than there really is. You can say, without a doubt, that no one has ever tried to affirm you and make you feel as complete during sex as Taehyung is.

“Fuck, yeah, Taehyung,” you adjust your grip on Taehyung’s hair and start guiding his movements, pulling him up and down by his hair, “Just like that, shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.”

You aren’t pulling his hair hard; you’re really only following the pace he’s already established, but it feels good. It must feel good for Taehyung, too, because he whimpers and jerks off faster. His body trembles just like yours does, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to be panting and frantic.

“Gonna cum, fuck, fuck.”

You squeeze Taehyung’s hair and the edge of the counter as you buck your hips, coming right as Taehyung adjusts his angle to lap at the gush of arousal at your hole, painting his mouth and chin.

“God, you’re so hot, you have no fucking idea,” Taehyung groans into the inside of your thigh, where he nuzzles his face.

His breath is hot and wet as he pants, trembling for a few seconds longer before he finally cums, too. Some of it leaks between his fingers and lands on the inside of your leg, but you don’t care; you just caress his hair from his face while he breathes slowly to calm himself down.

With trembling legs, you twist around to collapse onto the closed lid of the toilet, unable to stand any longer. Your head feels spacey and throbs, likely because you’d been holding your breath too much. It’s okay, though. It makes your body feel all warm and jiggly.

“We have to shower again,” Taehyung says quietly.

He looks just as fucked out as you feel, his eyes wide and staring out into the void as he continues trying to relax his shuddery breath. You can’t help but laugh, throwing your head back and letting it out, like whatever other pent-up energy you had left over after you came needs to escape somehow.

“Yeah, we do,” you wheeze even harder once Taehyung’s face cracks into a boxy smile, and he starts laughing, too.

“I got cum all over the floor,” Taehyung cackles, falling back on his bare ass and holding up his cum-covered hand.

You wipe the tears collecting in the corners of your eyes and shake your head. “That is something I don’t envy.”

“It’s so fucking inconvenient!”

Taehyung grins up at you with crinkled eyes, and you don’t know why you were so nervous before. He’s so perfect it makes your heart hurt.

“Next time, I’ll be the one to swallow,” you promise slyly, pleased when Taehyung lets out a weak moan in response.

“Bro, don’t do this to me,” Taehyung throws his head back and whines at the ceiling. "I’m gonna fall in love with you if you’re not careful.”

Grinning, you shrug. Tonight has been pretty reckless; there’s no use in being careful now.

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Spencer Reid x library owner!Reader

Summary: Your library is selected to host a book club that Spencer attends. As you discuss classic works of literature and debate their meanings and themes, Spencer and you find yourselves drawn to each other's intellectual curiosity and passion for learning.

WC: 2.604

Warnings: none

You couldn't believe it when you heard that your small-town library had been chosen to host a book club. It was an exciting opportunity to bring the community together over their shared love of literature. You were eager to start, and you worked hard to ensure that everything was perfect.

To prepare for the arrival of the book club, you put in a lot of effort and attention to detail. You wanted to create an inviting and comfortable atmosphere for everyone to discuss and share their thoughts about the book they were reading.

First, you made sure that the library space was clean and organized, with plenty of chairs and tables arranged in a way that allowed for easy conversation. You also made sure that the lighting was just right, creating a cozy and warm ambiance.

Next, you prepared refreshments for the attendees. You wanted to provide a comfortable and welcoming space, so you made sure to have snacks and drinks available for everyone. You carefully chose a selection of snacks and drinks that would be appealing to a wide range of tastes, and made sure to have plenty of each item available.

You also selected the book for the first meeting carefully. You wanted to choose a book that would appeal to a wide range of readers and generate interesting discussion. After researching and considering different options, you settled on a classic novel that had been popular for generations.

To ensure that the discussion went smoothly, you created a list of discussion questions that you thought would be interesting and thought-provoking. You also made sure to have extra copies of the book available for attendees who may not have had time to get their own copy.

Overall, you put a lot of effort into preparing for the book club's arrival, wanting to make sure that everyone felt welcomed and that the discussion would be engaging and enjoyable.

As the first meeting of the book club began, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. You introduced yourself to each attendee, greeting them warmly and making them feel welcome. You were pleased to see so many people attending, including Dr. Spencer Reid.

As you greeted Spencer, you couldn't help but feel a jolt of excitement. You had heard of him before, and his reputation as a brilliant and charming person preceded him. You were eager to hear his thoughts and insights on the book, and you had a feeling that his contributions would make the discussion even more engaging.

As the discussion began, you watched as Spencer spoke with confidence and eloquence. His observations were astute, and his analysis of the book was thought-provoking. You found yourself nodding along in agreement, and you could tell that the other attendees were equally impressed with his contributions.

As the discussion continued, you found yourself feeling even more excited about the future meetings. You could already tell that this book club was going to be something special, and you were grateful for the opportunity to share your love of literature with such a diverse and intelligent group of people.

As the meeting drew to a close, you thanked everyone for attending and expressed your excitement for the next meeting. You could see that the other attendees shared your enthusiasm, and you knew that the book club was going to be a success. You couldn't wait to see what insights and observations Spencer would bring to the next meeting, and you were already looking forward to the lively debates and conversations that were sure to follow.

Weeks went by, and the book club became the highlight of your week. You and Spencer had developed a rapport, and your conversations were full of witty banter and intellectual insights. You found yourselves drawn to each other's minds as much as your personalities.

One night, after a particularly intense discussion about the book of the month, you found yourself lingering at the library, reluctant to end the conversation with Spencer.

"You know, I've never met someone who could keep up with me in a debate quite like you can," Spencer said with a grin.

You laughed. "I could say the same about you."

Spencer leaned in, his expression serious. "But in all honesty, it's refreshing to meet someone who is not afraid to challenge my ideas and push me to think deeper."

You felt your cheeks flush. "I feel the same way. You have such a unique perspective on things, and I always learn something new from you."

Spencer smiled warmly. "I'm glad we share that intellectual connection. It's not often that I meet someone who stimulates my mind the way you do."

The two of you continued talking late into the night, until you had to close the library and had to say goodbye. As you left, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about the possibility of getting to know Spencer even better.

It was a beautiful day outside, and the two of you had decided to take a walk through the park after the book club meeting. As you walked, you both discussed the latest book and its themes.

"I really enjoyed the way the author explored the concept of identity in this book," Spencer said, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

"I agree," you replied. "It's fascinating to think about how much of our identity is shaped by external factors and how much is truly innate."

"I think it's a mix of both," Spencer said, "but ultimately, it's up to each person to decide who they want to be and how they want to live their life."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of comfort in the way that Spencer always seemed to have a thoughtful and insightful perspective on every topic.

As you continued to walk, you found yourselves discussing more personal topics.

"So, what made you want to become a librarian?" Spencer asked, a curious look on his face.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I've always loved books and reading, and I wanted to share that love with others. Plus, I believe that libraries are an important resource for any community, no matter how small."

"I couldn't agree more," Spencer said. "I think it's so important to have access to knowledge and information, especially in today's world."

You nodded, feeling a sense of connection with Spencer as you both discussed your shared values and passions.

As the sun began to set, you both reluctantly headed back to your respective homes, but you couldn't help feeling grateful for the time you had spent together. You knew that there would be many more conversations and walks in the future, and you felt a growing sense of anticipation and excitement about what was to come.

You spent hours discussing the books you had read, and you learned so much from each other.

As the weeks went on, Spencer started to attend more of the library events, and you found yourself spending more and more time with him outside of the book club meetings.

You would grab a coffee together, or go for walks, discussing your shared love of literature, but also your personal struggles and aspirations. You found yourself opening up to Spencer in ways you never had with anyone else.

As the weeks went on, you found yourself spending more and more time with Spencer outside of the book club meetings. One day, Spencer asked if you wanted to grab a coffee with him after the meeting.

As you sat at a small table in the coffee shop, sipping your drinks, Spencer asked, "So, what are you reading these days?"

"I just finished 'The Overstory' by Richard Powers," you said. "It's a really amazing book about trees and the environment. What about you?"

"I recently read 'The Undoing Project' by Michael Lewis. It's a nonfiction book about the friendship and collaboration between two psychologists who revolutionized the field of behavioral economics," Spencer replied.

You smiled, impressed by his choice of book. "That sounds fascinating. I'd love to borrow it from you sometime."

"Of course," Spencer said. "I have a copy back at my apartment. Would you like to come over and borrow it now?"

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a little nervous but also excited by the prospect of spending more time alone with Spencer. "Sure, that sounds great."

As you walked together to his apartment, you chatted about the book and your thoughts on the book club's next choice. When you arrived, Spencer made you a cup of tea and showed you his bookshelves.

"You have such an amazing collection of books," you said, admiring the titles.

"Thanks," Spencer said. "I love collecting books and reading about all sorts of different topics. It's one of my favorite things to do in my free time."

"I can tell," you said, smiling at him. "You have so much knowledge and insight about everything we read in the book club. It's really impressive."

Spencer blushed slightly at your compliment. "Well, I just enjoy learning and sharing ideas with others who are passionate about literature and intellectual discussions."

As you sat on the couch together, discussing the book and various other topics, you found yourself feeling more and more drawn to Spencer. You were starting to see him in a new light, not just as a brilliant and charming acquaintance, but as someone you could potentially have a deeper connection with.

One evening, after the book club meeting had ended, you and Spencer decided to grab a coffee together at a nearby café. As you sat down with your drinks, Spencer seemed to be deep in thought.

"Is everything okay, Spencer?" you asked.

Spencer looked up at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I've been thinking a lot lately about us, and how much I enjoy spending time with you."

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I feel like we have a really strong connection," Spencer continued. "We share so many interests and values, and I can't help but feel drawn to you."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. "I feel the same way, Spencer," you admitted. "But what does that mean for us?"

"I don't know," Spencer said with a sigh. "I just know that I want to explore this connection between us further. I don't want to let this opportunity pass us by."

You thought about his words for a moment, considering the implications of what he was saying. Could you really start a relationship with someone as busy as Spencer, who was constantly on the move with his work?

But then you looked into his eyes, and you knew that you couldn't resist the pull of your feelings any longer. "Okay, Spencer," you said. "Let's see where this takes us."

You and Spencer had been busy with work all week, and finally, the weekend had arrived. As you both sat in your cozy apartment, you couldn't think of anything better to do than to curl up on the couch with a good book.

You and Spencer were curled up on the couch in your apartment, both engrossed in your respective books. Your head was resting on his chest, and his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close.

As you turned the page of your book, Spencer looked down at you and asked, "What are you reading?"

You showed him the cover of the novel, "It's called 'The Nightingale' by Kristin Hannah. It's about two sisters in Nazi-occupied France during World War II."

Spencer nodded thoughtfully, "That sounds interesting. What's it about?"

You smiled up at him, "Well, it's about their struggles, their sacrifices, and the strength of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable adversity."

Spencer leaned down and kissed your forehead, "You always know how to find the best books. I'm reading 'The Origin of Species' by Charles Darwin. It's fascinating how his theory of evolution changed the way we think about the natural world."

You snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth and comfort, "I'm glad we can share our love of literature and learning. It's one of the many things I love about you."

Spencer grinned, "And I love that you challenge me to think deeper and see the world in a different light. You're one of a kind."

You both fell into a comfortable silence, lost in your own books but feeling connected by the simple act of reading together in each other's arms. It was moments like this that made you grateful for your relationship and the unique bond you shared.

After several months of dating, Spencer's work with the FBI required him to travel to another state for an extended period. You both knew that it would be challenging to be apart, but you made a pact to make it work. You promised to stay in touch as much as possible and make time to visit each other.

One evening, you were scrolling through old photos of the two of you, feeling nostalgic. Suddenly, you had an idea. You decided to plan a surprise visit to Spencer's new location. You wanted to show him how much you cared and support him even when he was far away.

You booked a plane ticket and took time off work, arriving at his hotel late at night. When you knocked on his door, Spencer's eyes widened in surprise.

"Sweetheart! What are you doing here?" he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"I missed you too much. I had to see you," you said, smiling up at him.

Over the next few days, you spent every moment together, exploring the city and catching up on lost time. You talked about everything, from the books you had been reading to your personal lives.

One day, Spencer invited you to visit him at work. You were thrilled to see where he spent his days and meet the people he worked with. As he introduced you to his team, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Everyone, this is my girlfriend," Spencer said, smiling down at you.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you all," you said, smiling politely.

"Wow, Spencer, she's amazing! How did you manage to snag her?" one of his colleagues joked.

Spencer grinned. "I'm just lucky, I guess Derek."

As the team continued to make small talk, Spencer leaned over to you and whispered in your ear, "I'm so glad you came. I missed you more than words can express."

You felt your heart swell with affection for him.

As time went on, you both found ways to make it work. Spencer would often be out of town, but you would always have time to spend moment together, exploring the town and reading together. You would also plan trips to new cities, where Spencer would show you around and introduce you to new literature.

Despite the challenges, your love for each other continued to grow. You admired

Spencer's intelligence, his kind and thoughtful nature, and his dedication to his work. He was intrigued by your passion for serving your community, and your unwavering commitment to the library. You both supported each other's dreams and aspirations, even when they seemed impossible.

In the end, you both knew that you had found something special, something worth fighting for. You found a way to make your different lifestyles and priorities work, and your love for each other only grew stronger with time. The book club may have brought you together, but it was your shared love of literature, intellectual curiosity, and thoughtful debate that kept you together.

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds x y/n #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds imagine #mathew gray gubler #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid smut

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Vent - Steve Raglan/William Afton/Springtrap x Female Reader

Chapters 21-23

Rating - Explicit

Warning for sexual content, blood and violence

Also available on AO3 Chapter 21 | 22 | 23

Chapter 21 ~ fracture ~

William’s always been a light sleeper.

He’s well aware when you leave his bed, hearing the sound of you using the bathroom, then your footsteps receding down the hall.

He’s just about to get up and follow you when the soft tred of your bare feet alerts him that you’ve returned to the bedroom. There’s a slight creak when you step on a loose section of subflooring. He leans over and switches the bedside lamp on. You halt when you reach his side of the bed, your thighs tantalizingly bare beneath the unbuttoned shirt you’re wearing—his shirt, he realizes—the book clutched between your fingers carefully set down on the narrow margin of space between his body and the edge of the mattress, the cover peeled back and that name—the one he’d been so carefully concealing—clearly printed there.

“Is this…are you William Afton?” Your voice is so quiet, as if your lungs have no air to push the words out.

He could lie. He could make up some excuse about the name in every book of classic literature in the library stamps from someone else, the volumes acquired en masse as a collection. He could deny that name, suprising himself when he doesn’t.

“Yes.” He sits fully upright, flinging the sheet and comforter off of his naked body.

“Why did you lie?”

“I told you, the restaurant owner’s reputation was ruined. My reputation. It was easier this way.” He stands and you take a step back. “You’re going to keep my secret, right? Isn’t that what best friends do?” He touches your cheek, your breath sucked in harshly when that hand slides down, a slow trek over your jaw and neck before easing further along and dipping beneath the edge of the shirt to touch the curve of one breast. “You want it to reopen as much as I do, don't you? It’s where you belong. By my side.” A calloused scrape along the skin of your abdomen, palm seating against your hip. “Isn’t that what you want?” You’d been so gray when he’d first met you. Just wasting away, last summer’s fading flower. Ignored, unwanted. Drifting without purpose.

And now look at you: a quiet mouse vibrant and blossoming. Look at what he’s done for you. Your schoolwork. Applying for college. He’s given you purpose. Doesn’t it cancel out the rest? Doesn’t it count for something? Why did it matter? He takes what he wants. He doesn’t need a conscience. He doesn’t need that damned rabbit.

Why did it feel so good to call you a friend? His best. His only.

The way you look at him as you agree to keep his secret. The fear and uncertainty and desire. The never ending hunger. He knows it too well. He feels it; a gnawing well in the pit of his stomach; a raw ache in his chest, in the hollow shape you fill so perfectly.

No. I don’t want to feel this.

You surrender to his mouth, to the hands that shove and make you bare beneath him on the bed.

Your kisses almost fill the fractured places.

Chapter 22 ~ opening day ~

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria is officially open for business.

The community surrounding it shows signs of new life, the mayor’s promise kept. You see the homes no longer left to decay. The roads are clean, the street lamps fully powered with fresh, cheerful lighting. There’s a new convenience store and a laundromat and the grocery store has just announced it will be reopening soon. The public transit now services this part of Hurricane in its schedule, adding daily infusions of new visitors.

It’s warm and humid out. Summer came so much faster than spring. William’s car doesn’t have air conditioning. The windows are rolled down. You taste the perspiration when you kiss, the salt mixing with the sweet lollipop he’s been sucking on. He pushes it between your lips and the orange flavor dances on your tongue.

You’re almost finished high school. The best academic year you’ve ever had. Amazing what happens when someone takes an interest. Your parents are still oblivious. There’s never been a curfew; no need when there’s no concern for the individual. They don’t care when you return home. Maybe not if you return at all. They don’t question your late night excursions. They don’t know about the birth control pills tucked inside your nightstand or the first acceptance letter that’s already made it’s way to your address. The secrets pile up and your best—worst? People at work certainly knew. And the neighbors surely have seen something by now—kept secret now licks his way back into your mouth.

“We’re going to be late,” you warn him. You know where this is heading. The same place it always does.

“I think the manager will allow it.” You feel his smile before he eases back into his seat with a sigh. The camel shaded vinyl seating squeaks in protest. You pass the candy back to him. “You ready?”

You nod. Your shirt is plastering to your lower spine already. You don’t know how your employer tolerates the long sleeves. You suppose he has no choice, really. The stares and explanations must be tiresome. Better to just conceal the truth.

You’re both so good at it.

“Let’s go.”

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There are opening day hiccups.

The air conditioning is broken. That’s the first problem William addresses, calling for a service technician. Someone’s neglected to shut the walk in freezer properly. Chica’s cupcake has been acting up, refusing to follow the programming it’s been given, the eyes wandering, mouth opening and closing at odd moments that are out of sync with its brethren. The insolent robot is going to be your next project.

And yet, in spite of all this, it’s a success. The dining room fills. The kitchen and wait staff struggle to keep up with the orders coming in. The arcade is noisy, filled with the electronic sounds of the games being played and the wooden balls careening towards the targets in the skee ball lanes. Talking and laughter. The music can’t even compete with all of it.

The owner stands with his arms folded just outside the employee doors, surveying the scenery. He’s actually done it. He’s brought the abandoned restaurant back from the dead.

Your eyes meet and you follow him back through the doors and down the corridor. The AC is mercifully back on. William shuts the manager’s office door behind you. You reach for his glasses and he shoves his hands inside your pants, disregarding the button and zipper. It’s a tight squeeze but his hand cups your sex and his finger slides through the slick of your arousal.

A knock on the door interrupts you and your employer hurriedly sinks into the seat behind the large steel desk, your own frame tucked neatly in the space between the drawers at either end.

“Come in.”

It’s the repair man, seeking a signature for the receipt.

“You’re going to have more problems with that in the future, just fair warning. The ductwork is really messed up, like something’s been moving around through it. You should probably have pest control have a look.”

William’s shoe is positioned directly beneath your crotch. He raises it slightly to stroke you with it and you clamp your hand over your mouth, trying to remain silent. “I’ll take that under advisement. Thank you for your prompt response.” The foot wedges tighter. Your thighs reflexively squeeze together.

“Would you mind showing me the way back out of here again? This place is kind of a maze.”

The manager sighs, legs shifting regretfully away. You hear the office door close and then open and close once again. You haven’t moved from your hiding place.

William sits back down, looking at you through heavy lidded eyes full of desire. The phone rings and he curses, his fist striking the desk blotter. “Later,” he promises, wheeling back so you have room to crawl back out and stand up. “After closing. Hello, this is Steve.” He cups his hand over the mouthpiece of the receiver and you steal a kiss before you go.

Chapter 23 ~ reign ~

Something’s been crawling through the vents.

The HVAC repair man had no idea how accurate that assessment was.

An animal, a pest, the yellow rabbit nuisance still scratches for freedom at random moments. William’s skin itches, a phantom ache to put the mascot suit on once more, the smell of the old restaurant so strong in that material, steeped in the very alloys and cables themselves. The must of decay and the musk of old blood and oh how he misses the feel of that, the sink of metal into soft flesh. So much blood for such small bodies. He’s so tempted to begin the work again, but it’s just too soon.

He thinks about carving your own pretty skin and that does things to him, his erection straining against his fly. He might not be able to wait until his promise of later with you. He’s got to calm down before he goes back out there.

He doesn’t want to kill you, but he wants to see the exact shade of ruby you leak. Longs to taste it; to show you the real magic of Freddy’s when he wakes the childrens’ slumbering spirits once more. He still has so much to teach you. Would you be his protégé? Would you willingly follow him down that dark path of violence and murder? Could he convince you to help him conceal the biggest of all his secrets?

Such a shame that the one he’d intended to take first had eluded him. She would have been lovely to have in his collection. He wonders where she is from time to time; if she’s grateful for the second chance at life she’d been given. Did she flourish or did she squander that gift?

The manager forces himself to take deep breaths in and out, letting his clothing loosen, his member soft and still again. He can wait until later. He has enough control over himself.

Just like he’ll wait for the blood and the magic and the power it will give him.

He returns to the dining room a few moments later and watches the empire he’s built prospering.

No one can upset his reign.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x reader #springtrap #fnaf fanfic #william afton #fnaf movie #steve raglan

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hey! could u be able to do a jason todd x reader headcanon (where jason is a bit romantic) pleease?

I know I write Jason as aromantic, but tbh I'm willing to stray from my norm a bit. I hope you enjoy!

Jason Todd x Reader Headcanons

Warning: intoxicating fluff and feelings, reader has a traumatic past, mention of trauma and abuse

he doesn't fall often, but for you, he fell hard

literally speaking - when he first laid eyes on you, he fell off the rooftop and barely caught himself on a flagpole

you two have a secret language to communicate in

and often use it when at Wayne galas or in public

"Skolt" is a keyword either of you use when trauma is flaring up and you feel like you're drowning in it

and if you're drowning in the past, jason drapes an arm around you like a fire blanket and shields you;

if he's drowning in his memories, you hold his hand delicately, reminding him that he isn't a killer, isn't a ghost, isn't a distant echo of his mistakes

he cooks for you

in fact, some of your fondest memories are in the kitchen together

holidays are spent together, isolated from the world

where you take turns being little spoon, and jason finally undoes his social mask

he doesn't say i love you verbally, but instead shows it with his actions (soft kisses on the temple, arm pulling you close to him, a squeeze of the waist)

and you, apart from dick and steph, are the only one who sees him cry (which he mostly does in his sleep)

and you've both lost sleep keeping the other safe

when you have a nightmare, he puts you on top of him, head on his chest;

alternatively, when jason has a nightmare, you whisper in his ear to ground him, waking him up, and letting his head rest on your heart

jay isn't excessively protective or obsessive, but he does have his moments

especially when a toxic person reentered your life and tried sabotaging it (in which case jason sent his henchmen to threaten them)

he loves watching the addams family with you, sometimes referencing it with a tender "cara mia" and "querida" and a gentle kiss on your knuckles

after calling him "mr darcy" as a joke, jason made a point of telling you that darcy, along with most literary men in classic romantic literature, are toxic, albeit obsessive or invasive

(and that was when you knew you were in love)

#i really hope i can do more trauma headcanons #i just have a hard time due to my own #jason todd headcanons #red hood headcanons #jason todd #red hood #dceu #robin #dcu #batfamily headcanons #tw: abuse #tw: trauma #jason todd x reader #jason todd x plus size reader #my post #mine

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Some thoughts about Genshin and yuri

In formulating a formal definition of yuri for a paper I’m writing, I’ve come to realize that there are a bunch of relationships between the ladies of Teyvat that are classic yuri. So I spent an hour writing about the history of yuri, the thematic traits of the genre, and some gay little ships.

As a quick explainer for the uninitiated, contemporary yuri follows from a tradition of homoerotic literature called ‘Class S’ which has its modern origins in stories about ‘romantic friendship’ between girls at all-girls boarding schools in the late Meiji and Taishō eras (1900-1925ish). A defining theme of these stories is distance. This theme manifests in unrequited love, relationships cut short by illness, death, or growing up and graduating school, and through the depth of time between the narration and the events being narrated. Another common distances is that between senpai and kouhai or teacher and student. Of course, there is also a distance between the sacred garden of the girls’ school wherein homoerotic love can blossom and the cruelty of the real world in which it is forbidden. This distance creates both immense yearning and immense suffering as the girls in question grapple with the need to be together and their inability to close the distance (Suzuki 2006).

Class S tends to focus on tragic loves that are brought to a premature end, while contemporary yuri is much more willing to resolve in a happy ending. However, what has remained unchanged is the commitment to thematic distance. citrus is chalk full of distances that the characters feel they can’t cross from the sudden imposition of a familial relationship to the distance between class president and delinquent to the distance created by not being comfortable to ask your girlfriend for sex. Bloom Into You is focused on the distance between the private self and the socially constructed self, between physical attraction and romantic affection, and between two girls who cannot honestly communicate their needs because they do not yet understand themselves enough. And Sweet Blue Flowers, a modern classic of the genre, plays on many of the same themes of Class S with a more contemporary recognition that many of the girls who those stories depicted didn’t stop being attracted to women when they graduated school. As Fumi would put it, they’re simply “that kind of girl.”

So all of this is to say that to say that a yuri ship is distinct from your typical f/f ship. To be yuri the defining feature of the character’s textual relationship must be distance. There are a few Genshin ships that fit this bill, some more so than others, so I’ve compiled a list below complete with a tiered ranking system. Depending on how much time I have this summer, I may write some elaborations on my reasoning for why I think each pair can be considered yuri. (Minor spoilers ahead, I guess)

S Tier - Explicit, textual tension caused by distance

Ei x Miko - Honestly, Miko pointing out the sky changed when Ei noticed her in the Plane of Euthymia is some of the most classic yuri shit I’ve ever seen

Eula x Amber - Eula’s whole character is wrapped up in feeling distanced from the rest of Mondstadt and Amber’s whole character is about bridging distances between people

A Tier - Implicit distance that’s still pretty obvious if you think about it

Ganyu x Keqing - This one is a bit more subtle, but it’s the distance caused by a difference with bonus points for the distance of social status and age

Collei x Amber - See above for Amber’s thing plus Collei’s whole edgy teen plus chronic illness trauma plus social awkwardness

Dehya x Candace - Candace rarely leaves Aaru Village while Dehya rarely stays in one place, yet they’re always thinking of each other… classic yuri behaviour

Ei x Sara - Depending on your read of the characters, this can be the distance between monarch and retainer, deity and supplicant, or both

Ningguang x Beidou - This one is both physical distance like Dehya x Candace with the added spice of an obvious difference in rank that, if you read between the lines, has come between two women of mean birth

Kokomi x Sara - The most obvious source of distance is that they were enemies until very recently, but there’s also an immense difference between who each is in public and who each is in private that of bridged would give them lots to relate about

B Tier - Implicit distance that requires some reading into the text

Mona x Fischl - This is a distance created by personalities, but one that’s mostly left implied due to how obviously close they’ve become in game

Rosaria x Barbara - Oh man, there’s so much going on here that I can’t do them justice right now

Jean x Lisa - I waffled on where to put this, but settled on C Tier because I think it’s at this level that we get the most interesting versions of this ship based on the distance created by Jean overworking herself and her, ahem, stoic demeanour

C Tier - Dubiously canon, but fun to think about

Shenhe x Yelan - Perhaps the biggest stretch due to a lack of canon interaction, but if you really commit to this there’s all kinds of interesting emotional distance going on here

Faruzan x Layla - The inherent distance of position plays a role here, but I think the more interesting source of distance is the emotional distance that would come with being a hundred years out of time

Bibliography because I guess I write posts that need one now

Suzuki, Michiko. “Writing Same-Sex Love: Sexology and Literary Representation in Yoshiya Nobuko's Early Fiction,” in The Journal of Asian Studies, vol. 65, no. 3 (Aug., 2006), 575-599.

#genshin #Genshin impact #genshin yuri #genshin analysis #genshin gays #eimiko #god i hope people don’t get all bent out of shape about this #genshin meta

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I just wanted to say that I love your Regency Gale one shots! They fit him so perfectly and it makes my brain so happy to see two of my interests mashed together. 😊 I was thinking the other day that Gale would make a great Mr. Rochester in a Jane Eyre x BG3 crossover.

And I also really enjoy your writing, so thank you for sharing these delightfully debauched stories with us!

It is so kind of you to drop into my ask box to say this to me! It means the world, really.

Yes, I agree with Rochester. Gale fits the tragic, romantic hero so so well. Both he and Rochester are fallible but redeemable, both have complex past relationships, and there are elements of superiority and arrogance to both personalities. Both men ultimately punished for past mistakes, and grow from the suffering - Rochester is blinded and loses a hand, Gale is branded with the orb. Through hope, love and redemption Rochester is granted a little of his sight back, and a second chance with Jane. Gale is freed of the orb and is given a second chance at life and with Tav (in my endings anyway).

They are both very easy to romanticise, but also villainise. We've seen this from countless conflicting opinions on Gale from within the BG3 community. I do think Gale has a lighter, kinder personality than Rochester - but the similarities are definitely there.

Gale is not the classic hero, like Wyll. Or the anti-hero, like Astarion. He sits in a beautiful, hopeful, complicated place somewhere in the middle.

Anyway, that's my literature degree sneaking it's way in.

I'm so happy you messaged, and that you've enjoyed the writing. The feedback i've received has brought more joy than I can adequately express.

I will definitely be doing more. <3

#ask #re:ask

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hi to the new people in the les mis fandom joining bc of joseph quinn, it is lovely to have u all with us and u are more than welcome, however u should know that bbc enjolras (and the whole bbc adaptation) is nowhere close to the original character and everything he represent.

while joseph quinn did a really good job at acting enjolras, the way the writers wrote his character was bad and out of character. obviously, and it's normal, an adaptation will always have its own interpretation of a character, and that's what's make fiction so great. but i think u need to be aware of the fact that it's not a good representation of what enjolras' character is and what his character has been representing for over 150 years (i could go into details and maybe will but it's late and i'm working early tomorrow).

i also wanted to say, as a reminder that, while it's completely fine to simp for enjolras (no one is immune to him, whether he's played by aaron tveit, joseph quinn or anyone else) and find him hot (because he IS hot or because he's played by joseph quinn, again, i get it; i don't find moustachjolras hot but damn that man is find irl), u need to be aware that enjolras is a queer character. it's stated multiple times that he has no interest in women, never has and never will. his character has been an important representation for the queer community, him being compared to a lot of gay historical figures (and i'm not going to start with the enjoltaire); but also for the aromantic and asexual community and trans community. his character is very likely to be aroace; and victor hugo describe him as being very androgynous looking, looking like a young woman. and while i don't want to talk on behalf of the trans community, i've seen a lot of post and fanfictions headcanoning him as trans, and i think it's very important to have that kind of representation in such an important piece of classical literature.

so please, be aware that the y/n fanfic and nswf y/n fanfic with female character x enjolras can be really disturbing, especially for people who have been in the fandom for a long time and are really looking up to his character and kinning him. don't just reduce him to hot-man-u-wanna-do-the-dirty-with when his character carries so much importance and has for decades. and i promise, caring about a character's whole essence and personality doesn't make them any less interesting or hot (quite the contrary actually).

also, let's not forget how we collectively hated on the casting choice when it first came out and i find it a bit odd to suddenly change our mind just bc it's the same actor who plays eddie munson. i personally think we were right to complain, bc it WAS a bad casting choice considering all the physical description of enjolras we had (and yes, in les mis, his physical appearance matters of lot).

we are not trying to gatekeep our fandom. on the contrary, i think it's really pretty fucking cool to have new people finding an interest in a 160yo book ! and for me, u guys are more than welcome to join our sad silly little fandom. but we just want u to be aware of all of this (and maybe some other issues that do not cross my mind rn) and be educated so we can all be drama free.

ok i'm done now, sorry for the long post, welcome again to the fandom, and if u decide to stay be ready for the tears and the pain caused by mr victor hugo ! bye bye, with love, a little french fan

#les mis #les miserables #enjolras #bbc les mis #bbc!enjolras #the brick #joseph quinn #stranger things #sorry if there are weird phrasing english isnt my native language #(yes im french)#(im standing up for my culture or smtg like that)

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Hamlet in a nutshell:

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Polyamory Through the Ages

Polyamory, the practice of having multiple consensual romantic relationships simultaneously, has a long and varied history that spans across cultures and epochs. In ancient times, societal structures and norms often differed significantly from contemporary views on relationships.

In ancient Mesopotamia, historical records and legal codes revealed instances of multi-partner relationships and complex family structures. The Code of Hammurabi, one of the earliest written legal codes, acknowledged the existence of polygamous marriages and recognized the rights and responsibilities of individuals within these arrangements.

Ancient Indian texts, such as the Kama Sutra, explored diverse forms of relationships, recognizing the existence of polyamorous dynamics alongside monogamous ones. Hinduism, in particular, historically accommodated polygamous marriages within certain social and religious contexts.

In classical Greece, the concept of "erastes" and "eromenos" acknowledged relationships involving an older mentor (erastes) and a younger beloved (eromenos). While these relationships often occurred within a mentorship framework, they occasionally included romantic and sexual elements, showcasing a more fluid understanding of partnerships.

Roman society was marked by a tolerance for various forms of relationships, including polygamous unions and extramarital affairs. The institution of concubinage allowed individuals to maintain multiple romantic relationships, albeit with different social statuses and legal implications.

The Middle Ages witnessed a shift towards more rigid societal structures, often dictated by religious norms. However, certain historical accounts suggest that noble classes in Europe occasionally engaged in multi-partner relationships, especially among the aristocracy where political alliances and inheritances played significant roles.

The Renaissance period saw a resurgence of interest in classical ideals, and some aspects of polyamory found expression in art and literature. While societal norms generally upheld monogamy, artistic and literary works occasionally depicted characters engaged in non-traditional relationships.

The 19th century marked a period of increased societal rigidity and Victorian morality, emphasizing monogamous relationships. However, alternative lifestyle movements in the 20th century, such as the free love movement of the 1960s and 1970s, challenged traditional norms and contributed to the reevaluation of relationship structures.

The latter part of the 20th century and the early 21st century witnessed a resurgence of interest in polyamory. With the advent of the internet, individuals began connecting and forming communities, sharing experiences and resources that helped legitimize and normalize polyamorous relationships. Books, online forums, and social media platforms became avenues for education and support, fostering greater understanding and acceptance of polyamory in contemporary society.

Polyamory has a rich and diverse history that spans cultures and historical periods. From ancient civilizations to the present day, the practice has evolved, adapted, and found expression within various societal contexts, contributing to the ongoing discourse on the nature of human relationships.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @samioli ! (late getting to it, happy holidays!)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

44... so far :)) (not-so-secret: i actually have a second pseud for one-shots in very small, random fandoms, but i don't use it often.)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

ah hah. 682,262. i didn't really publish much before the pandemic, but then suddenly all i ever wanted to do was write, and i found such a community online in different fandoms that i haven't really stopped since!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've published (written is a different story, haha) fic for a few fandoms: namely ace attorney, different sherlock holmes properties, witcher, dragon age, good omens (before the show), and most recently, metal gear!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

a badge of honor [ace attorney]

plumeria (new beginnings) [enola holmes]

pressure (pushing down on me) [ace attorney]

your heart is cold (but we will warm you) [the hobbit - the first Real Fic i ever published, when i was a kid]

if i woke up (next to you) [ace attorney]

flattering but not surprising that ace attorney is near the top, as far as kudoses go; i joined this fandom in 2020 and it's just EXPLODED since then. it's so cool getting into an older game series and being able to connect with a thriving online community <3

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I absolutely do! I miss one here and there, on occasion, but i try to say thanks as often as i can. i often return to the comment sections of my more popular fics on rough days when i'm convinced i'm the worst writer in existence kasd;jfalskfjf

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hm... while i tend to avoid endings that leave readers in pieces, i do enjoy some angst now and then. i wrote a one-shot about john watson reacting to holmes's death in OG sherlock holmes titled 'when good men go to war' that definitely deserved the 'major character death' tag, even if it's one of the most famous fake-out deaths in literature LMAO. i've also written canon compliant lanamia, which just hurts. and a miles edgeworth christmas fic, which is self-explanatory. i also wrote a fic for the animated film Klaus a while back that made me cry writing it, which i don't often do HAHA

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmm. 'if i woke up (next to you)' is the epitome of cheesy fix-it for narumitsu, but i think the end of 'pressure (pushing down on me)' was written at a time, for me, when i most desperately wanted to read about a happy ending-- the whole series is a fix-it, but pressure in particular dismantled phoenix's disbarment and brought back characters i missed/wanted more of in a way that was utterly self-indulgent, so for me, that's probably the happiest ending i've ever written. :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. but i've gotten enough of unsolicited crit type comments to piss me off eternally-- though i've gotten better at deleting the ones that hurt rather than engaging. (I stopped writing a witcher fic i really liked because i got a comment that a chapter was boring, and it totally shattered me :///)

9. Do you write smut?

Sure! I have been known to enjoy and write explicit fics. I have an academic interest in sex and education about it, and I think some of the best character study fics in the entire universe are explicit. i also think the saddest fics i've ever read have also included explicit scenes, too.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have! I love a good, clever crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. (knocks on wood)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Most recently (published, that is), for pacific rim.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

OOF. well. i have several, of course. i'll always be attached to classic sherlock holmes x john watson. for fandoms i fell into recently, the bangers are narumitsu, taibani (tiger&bunny, aka narumitsu lite), and newly, otasune (metal gear solid) is THE Moment. the MOMENT, damn it, PLAY METAL GEAR SOLID. and then DM me @solid-snaked because i want to TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT.

some more well-known ships i haven't published fic for over the years but still love: leopika (hxh), kakairu (naruto... YEAH. NARUTO.), kaishin (dmck), and superbat (dc). also, i tend to really gravitate towards platonic/gen fic for different fandoms as well, almost if not more strongly than shipfic.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ooooh. toss up between 'call me through thunder' (dragon age), because honestly while i loved writing it, i liked the original writing ideas that came from it more than the actual fic elements and 'when the way is dark' (witcher), because of reasons listed above.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i would like to say my dialogue?? i suppose? i really like writing dialogue and specifically, the framing around dialogue-- i like writing body language and trying to describe facial expressions and tone shifts so that people can hear and see the scene i'm trying to write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

ahh, i'm definitely guilty of writing intimate/emotional scenes at the cost of pacing, and of favoring tone accomplished by dialogue rather than immersion via setting (i'm bad at like. window dressing and connective tissue between scenes, i think)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

beyond my skillset, I'm afraid

19. First fandom you wrote for?

supernatural. mmhmm. i was a high school sam girlie. the first fic i ever read, also, was supernatural. destiel at age 13. life-ruiner. but i recovered.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

aaaa. overall, i'd say 'pressure' is a fic i'm quite proud of but it's the series overall that makes it my favorite as a writing and a community experience, one that got me through a really tough time in life. however, as far as my writing skill goes, i'm pretty proud of a fic i wrote on a time crunch for Holmestice, a sherlock holmes exchange, called 'the emerald circle', because i got to reference queer history in a way i really enjoyed while writing it.

feel free to pass along this prompt to yourself, fellow writers <3

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