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virgincels · 18 days

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black water - one !

ft. og4!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. cop!leon, corruption, mentions of harassment/rape/drugs, body horror, raccoon city incident never happened but there r bioweapons, suicide ideation bc leon, character death, there’s smut in later chapters i promise, public sex, creampie, hate sex, slapping, choking, gore descriptions

note. hi trying something new! i know raccoon city is in the midwest somewhere but to be frank idgaf ab the usa and know nothing about any part of it so i decided that it’s a southern state in this fic bc i wanted to make reader have the cute accent bc she’s a farmer :3 only the first chapter so like um this is honestly just more of a test to see if anyone would like this erm smut comes soon prommy.. reader implied poc but like um :3 PLEASE GIMME FEEDBACK N IGNORE MISTAKES!!

summary. there is something in the water, you want it gone before it eats more than just your livelihood.

You know pigs, so you know men.

This one has blue eyes, it is the type of blue you’d dip your toes into, you let the waves lap at your calves until it drags you under. His gaze taps a gun to the back of your head and demands full attention.

He is subjecting you to himself, and you hate it.

The glint of his blue-gold badge is nebulous in the dark. “Officer Leon S. Kennedy.” He offers you a look at his ID card - has the sort of face that lets him get away with things. “Criminal Investigations Department.”

Beside him, a dog with intelligent eyes stands sentinel. Officer Kennedy drops the leash and the dog sits back on its haunches. “Now, what’s this about pigs?”

The RPD is one great big circle jerk. Brian Iron’s doctrine is an easy one to follow, and Leon is not opposed to easy. His innards spill into the middle of it all as the lump in his throat dislodges, adding to the slurry of toxic waste that coats their blackened underbelly.

There is a horrible liminal quality to the place, footfall echoes in halls lit by jaundiced bulbs. The scent of sex is a wisp of smoke in his nose as he passes the chief’s office.

Raccoon City is a backwater bog, and to match the inhabitants are insular primitive beings who cling to antiquated ways. To be stationed here by choice was a lapse in judgement - snark is the currency of social interaction.

Leon is often taken by women.

He met this one back in Brooklyn, where he and his family lived above a Deli, an older southern lady with a gap in her teeth. Had the pleasure of crossing her path—Something about her just stuck. Led him to believe that all women round these parts had big hearts and even bigger bosoms. A place to rest his head for the night, a neck to hide his face in, blonde curls just shy of silver to tickle his skin flower-pink.

She talked all like:

Well, ain’t you just the sweetest peach I’ve ever seen! Oh, I could just eat a feller like you up, get me full as a tick.

Whatever it was that she said and meant, he liked it. And so guided by the expertise of his dick, Leon landed himself here.

There are a handful of beautiful women that Leon has seen, met, fucked.

(He weeded out the ugly ones the moment he was given access to the file room.)

The thing is, small town beautiful is different to New York pretty.

He has an ex over in Manhattan who could turn the sidewalk into a catwalk. She had Leon, a man built like a god, fumbling like a teenage girl. The last girl he fucked here was homely - she had the hushed urgency of a military wife and her monotony was sobering.

One girl he dated on and off for a year or two. She worked at a car wash and she was needy. Real needy. She missed the taste of his dick so he provided her with the scent of pussy instead. Every weekend he’d drive over and watch her clean the sex from the backseat of his cruiser just because he could.

Things are slow in this marshy cesspit, a never-ending conveyer belt of nothing much. The wind carries the scent of magnolia blossoms and sewage. It gives Leon a lot of time to think of the filth that is his underfurnished life. He lowers his head to the desk, allowing himself to fall in and out of spasms of lucidity.

Leon has done bad things, but he doesn’t qualify as a bad guy. The badge and the blue forbids it. Take Redfield for example, that guy got deployed in Penamstan. Y’know what happened there? He shot a kid or two and now he can’t get it up. He’s not a bad guy, not at all, he’s got a photo of his smiling face plastered in the lobby.

He’s a hero.

The only problem folks have with him is that heroes have nice, hard cocks and they fuck for hours. No matter his sex drive atrophied by gore splattered on the barrel of his gun, or how the studded underside of his boot caused flesh to crumple like the newspaper with his name on it—It doesn’t matter. To be built like a brick shithouse and have something soft between your legs, well, that just ain’t right, is it?

Over in Penamstan, he would say, you introduce yourself over the sound of gunfire, shake hands as the earth is split in half, kill an orphan to bond.

A good man for sure. So good his little sister went ghost.

(Leon finds her postcards in the mailroom. For Redfield’s sake, he hides them in the bottom drawer of his desk alongside all sorts of ephemera. He’s acquired quite the stash.)

Valentine is alright. She’s quiet. The moral fibre has been plucked out of her with a pair of forceps, and now she doesn’t think much about where she points her gun. They often sit in shared silence, and sometimes it is like looking in a funhouse mirror that creates a shape far slinkier than his bulk.

Chambers is too nice. Vickers is fat. Burton is old. Frost is ugly. These are all irrefutable flaws, but none of them are bad, and none of it is intentional. Not bad by Leon’s standards at least.

(The entirety of the STARS unit would be better off if they stopped kissing Captain Wesker’s flat ass, but that is like asking for sympathy from the devil.)

Man, he has too much time on his hands.

“Kennedy, you busy?” Rita knocks on his desk. The fabric of her shirt creases inwards to grasp the dip of her waist as she places a hand on her hip. She’s poised, but something about her gait is wobbly.

“Mighty busy.” He nods.

What they have is not history, but something much smaller. It is a word blotted out on a torn page from a burnt book, it is ground into powder by mortar and pestle.

It is Leon’s hand in her back pocket when nobody’s around.

“I’m sure.” She straightens her spine, eyes heavy with the weight of her lashes. “Up in Black Water, something about a dead pig.”

“They have gators,” Leon points out. He may be bored to the point of suicide, but he is not in the mood to wrangle any gators.

“I know,” she says, lifting her eyes from the ground to meet his sidelong gaze, “go check it out, she sounded real spooked, take a dog if you have to.”

She, huh.

Wonder what she looks like. He hopes she has big tits. He hopes she isn’t a cousin-fucking, peat-smelling hick.

Black Water has a lot of those.

“Took ya long enough.” Your voice skims the air like a bullet, it strikes Leon in the chest.

You are she. And you, well—You’re both the needle and the spoon.

Doused in the lantern glow, the egg-whites of your eyes are streaked by small, bloody streams, your mac is zipped up to the chin, and your rainboots are the same colour of boxed rubber duckies.

You’re no sole-crushed peach, making the ground its canvas in a pitiful splatter, you’re a tart cherry that he would like to pick, melt into a glaze and store in a jar.

“Oh, we’re mighty busy.” Leon wipes Rita’s wet from his fingers on the front of his tailored pants, it’s gotten sticky like pomade. He thinks of her tailbone digging into the flesh of his stomach as he sits her on his lap.

“I bet.” You raise your brows. “How many lines did’ja do?”

Leon leans forward to watch your face with unblinking eyes. “Don’t say that too loud, Wesker’s gonna get worried, y’know, start digging through his stash.”

“Hah.” Your laugh is hidden into the collar of your mac. “He seems like the type.”

“You met him before?” An unpleasant squelch is heard when he steps where you do, it seems deliberate for a moment, that you’re avoiding a well-trodden path to give him a hard time. He stumbles forward in the dark—His shoes are fucked, and these socks deserve a funeral service.

“Think we all have.” Your body is lost in the shapelessness of your attire, clothes draped over your frame like you are more hanger than human. Effortless femininity lost to androgyny. “You’re not from these parts.”

“You don’t look like you’re from these parts, pumpkin pie,” he mocks your twang and is met with a tut.

You stop and Leon bumps into you with a grunt.

He shines his torch at the ground and isn’t quite sure of what he’s looking at. “That’s a pig alright.”

#leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy angst #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy angst #resident evil angst #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

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deanbrainrotwritings · 3 months

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month of love 2024 | MASTERLIST

most of these will be 18+ stories that include sexual or dark themes, individual warnings will be added for each one

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dream boy [smut, 2.9k]

description — bathrooms can be interesting sometimes.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 5 FEBRUARY

my you [smut, 1.9k]

description — part v of gimme half. the first valentine’s day with dean winchester and he is just absolutely adorable… for like the first half of this fic, the other half is filthy.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 9 FEBRUARY

hero of the half-truth [smut, 3.7k]

description — you can’t decide whether it’s a punishment or not when you go to see soldier boy knowing that he’s trying to keep you safe from everything in his life

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 12 FEBRUARY

hand of blood [fluff, 1.0k]

description — after being forced to be something you didn’t know you were, Dean comforts you as you start learning to live with your new abilities.

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keep the lights on [smut, 2.9k]

description — I think we should all understand and accept the fact that dean loves women of all shapes, colours, and sizes. because he is a king. my beloved.

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demonology and heartache [smut, 4.9k]

description — dean is a devout catholic and has never known a life outside the church, all his resolve is broken by the temptation of a hellish seductress.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 24 FEBRUARY

same book but never the same page [fluff, 5.6k]

description — part III of the love letter collection. still dreamwalking. chasing after someone who can destroy worlds. and dean is jealous of his variants. what could go wrong?

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bookshelfdreams · 6 months

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do it. gimme the Izzy straight-coded meta 👀

I feel like I need to preface this by saying that Actually, Izzy Is Straightcoded would be the inflammatory clickbait title I'd give this if it were written to draw traffic & ad revenue to my shitty website. So don't take that term too seriously.

There has been a lot of ink spilled about Izzy thinking he's in a story where one can only be subtextually queer. Some even by yours truly, but the more I think about it, the less sense it makes. What would be the purpose of queercoding Izzy?

In general, villains* aren't queercoded to show that men being attracted to other men is bad. It's often the outcome; but it's not why the trope exists. It exists because cishet people tend to be (and are encouraged to be) profoundly uncomfortable with gender nonconformity, and so, making a character gnc becomes a quick and easy way to make him appear twisted and untrustworthy. If he** can't even obey the fundamental rules of his own gender (rules that are inherent and unchangeable!) what other rules does he disobey?

Or: If a man is insufficiently masculine, he can't be trusted to have morals. The villain isn't gnc because that's an evil trait to have; rather, the gender nonconformity is a symptom of his evilness. Being evil is what enables him to embrace his feminine side, and embracing his feminine side is what others him and marks him as a villain.

This only really works when he's contrasted with a hero (or heroine) who is Doing Gender Correctly. The villain is foul to highlight how good the hero is. The Hero will be honest and straightforward, brave, physically powerful; the Queercoded Villain treacherous, cowardly, and physically weak. The hero is a Proper Man, a Good Person. The villain an Improper Man, and therefore, a Bad Person.

Of course ofmd fundamentally rejects this. The shorthand wouldn't work, because ofmd simply doesn't think effeminacy is creepy. It's uninterested in moralizing self-expression; it just lets people be how they are. There's a wide range of expressions of masculinity on this show, and none of it is inherently bad. People are allowed to be hypermasculine, flamboyant, and anything inbetween, can express their gender in whatever manner they want, and it's all fine - as long as they are authentic about it. Be however you are, but be yourself, and this is what Izzy fails at. The repression marks him as a villain. The strict adherence to what he thinks a Real Man Pirate ought to be like. He's very preoccupied with enforcing a traditional (and toxic) masculinity on himself and others. It's no coincidence the characters he antagonizes the most - Stede and Lucius - are also the most effeminate ones. And I know, I know anglophones have a much more casual relationship to twat and cunt, those don't nearly feel as uncomfortable for y'all as they do for me, so I don't want to assign too much significance here, but he is the only character who constantly uses this kind of language, and also the one who uses the most gender&sexuality based slurs (as far as I remember).

All of this while being clearly, obviously queer himself! I do not feel like I need to explain this; his flustered reaction when Lucius asks him if he's ever been sketched speaks for itself. The fact that he meets Stede and immediately slices his shirt off of him, speaks for itself. And so on.

Izzy isn't straightcoded in the sense that the story wants us to believe he's exclusively attracted to women. Much like a queercoded villain doesn't need to be shown to be attracted to men (and can even be shown to be attracted exclusively to women!) to still be queercoded. He's straightcoded in the sense that he's a stand-in for restrictive and toxic gender roles that society enforces on people. He buys into the idea that there's a way of Doing Gender Wrong, and this is presented as a tragic character flaw. Something he has to overcome to be able to do the thing that actually marks a hero in this show: express himself authentically.

Part of why I found his death so moving is because it enables him to set right the toxicity he spread. His rehabilitation arc was about himself; about finally allowing himself to be, accepting love, accepting community. His death was about taking responsibility. About fully recognizing the hurt he caused. Looking death in the face enables him to finally abandon the last shreds of that toxicity, to apologize and be granted forgiveness. In the end, he was not beyond saving, and the harm he has done will be healed.

*Izzy is introduced as an antagonist to both Stede and the central romance of this romcom. I'm not gonna debate this; if you disagree, fine, but you clearly have such a fundamentally wrong different view of the show that it's pointless for us to try and convince each other.

**of course Queercoded Female Villains exist s well, but they are a whole different can of worms and less relevant to this discussion

#okay now that i typed this all out i realize that i just basically keep writing the same izzy post over and over sorry for that #but i spent too long on it not to post it #i do not remember who said it but i saw a post a few days ago along the lines of #izzys death reads like the fantasy of a repentant abusive parent #and i think theres truth to that #may also read like the fantasy of the kid of an abused parent #finally the person who hurt you is able to apologize and you can part on good terms #but also wont have to deal w the fallout #i write as my grandmother who doesnt speak to us is probably dying idk #anyway!#i hope this is somewhat interesting #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #thoughts #anonymaus #message

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scintillyyy · 2 years

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i think a lot about janet in batman #436

she's the one who tells tim that if he practices, he could be just like dick :( while jack is telling her not to encourage him. if she had lived she would have supported his robin-ing

her immediate response to the graysons falling is to grab tim and pull her close to him as if to protect him. she cries after seeing them die and her focus is on getting tim away from the scene. her focus is on tim!!

and then in batman #441

she talks about women's liberation!! anyways she was moderate leaning left and jack was a republican and differing politicial opinions just added to their marital strife while dana was 100% also a republican and that's why their marriage was so much more harmonious it's undeniable

"sue me, i'm a mother. i worry."

you guys. she was probably so affectionate with tim when she was actually around (it's just that...she was gone most of the time, yes i know this was shitty, it was wrong, i'm not defending this) :( :( :(. he had to learn those full body hugs from somewhere. she probably was the one who bought him his camera just because he wanted one and signed off on him doing gymnastics and martial arts (it wasn't jack, that's for sure) :( :( :( why why why do we only get cold girlboss janet who hates her son and never touches him whyyyyy gimme more janet who hugs tim when she gets home from a long trip and peppers his head with kisses because she missed him. gimme a janet who doesn't realize that she's failing as a mother because she gets reports from his boarding schools and they're telling her that he's popular, gets along well with the other kids, is getting good grades and is relieved because doesn't that mean he's doing just fine even though they have to leave him behind? she's so proud of him. he's the only person in the world she likes.

and she hates jack as much as you do :( :( :( she wasn't on his side!!

#tim drake #janet drake #dc #batman

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bloodlustngore · 1 year

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Ask her out, Jareau - Jennifer Jareau

Another fluffy oneshot that has kinda been sat in my drafts since last month (are you surprised at this point, its me) and I'm finally uploading it. Is it proof-read? No. Should it of been? Probably. But oh well 🤷‍♀️

Penelope & Emily tease JJ about her crush on Y/n, who had been on the team for a year now. When both women tease her about it, JJ gives in. But Y/n already knows JJ has a crush on her, well more like she had a hunch, and would've caved in if JJ didn't any time soon.

This one was silly I know! I'll probs end up writing a part two to this :)

JJ had this crush on Y/n since the first few months the young woman joined the team. And it's been a year now, thinking that it was just a silly crush, but no.

The blonde had never really had a crush on women, well there was these silly crushes in Highschool, college, university, but she never acted on them. So for JJ, this was nerve racking. Especially when Y/n, was this beautiful, funny, caring & badass agent. That didn't help. And those butterflies she felt whenever she smiled at her, or they touched. It overwhelmed JJ with so many feelings, all positive though.

"Hey, JJ are you okay?" The blonde woman was snapped out of her thoughts, when she noticed Y/n stood in front of her desk, in her office. A cup of coffee in her hand. "Uh, yeah. This for me?" JJ questioned with a smile.

Y/n gave JJ a smile back, and the blonde swore her heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, of course gotta fuel my favourite agent" she chuckled. "Thank you." JJ added, taking the cup of coffee from Y/n and taking a sip.

"Just how I like it to".

"Of course Jayje only the best" Y/n added, giving JJ another smile. God, she was so pretty. "I'm finishing up a report for the previous case, but if you need me I'll be out here as usual".

"Okay, I'll be in here if you need me" JJ mentioned. With that they said their byes for now, and Y/n walked out of JJ' office with a smile.

"What's got you all smiling" Of, course Derek would want to know just so he could tease her about it. But Y/n wasn't about to let him know. "Wouldn't you like to know, Derek" she chuckled.

"Yeah I would actually" Derek chuckled, teasing her again. "Not happening" Y/n added, rolling her eyes.

"Oh cmon Princess gimme something."

"Uhm, no." A knock was heard at JJ' office, she sat up a little startled at the sudden knock but composed herself when Emily and Penelope walked in. "What's up you two?" JJ asked. Penelope giving her the 'I know something' grin. Emily giving JJ a small smile, folding her arms in front of her chest. "What's up with us? What's up with you and Y/n?" Penelope spoke, enthusiastically.

"What? What do you mean by that Pen? We're fine." JJ added, she knew what Penelope was hinting at, but she didn't want to admit it. "I tried to stop her, but now I'm curious" Emily chuckled.

JJ leaned back on the chair and rolled her eyes. "Jayje don't play the 'I don't know what you mean' card. Because you do." Penelope added.

"But I don't" JJ shrugged.

"Yes. You. Do."

"No Pen I don't."

JJ doesn't do the whole date a co-worker thing, well atleast that's what she thought until she met Y/n. She could make an exception for her, any day. "Oh for gods sake JJ, will you just ask Y/n on a date?" Penelope replied, Emily was amused by this, watching as the blonde woman went from confident to flustered, just over the mention of Y/n.

But JJ had quickly composed herself "okay first of all I'm pretty sure Y/n likes me as a friend, second I've never dated another woman, let alone kissed one." JJ mentioned. And to that Emily rolled her eyes with a slight laugh.

"First of all JJ, have you really never noticed the way Y/n looks at you with such adoration and love. Secondly Y/n is in love with you, it's obvious trust me. And you've never kissed a girl? Okay. Until now." Emily added, amused but also trying to be a wing woman for her friend. "You guys shouldn't be encouraging me" JJ mentions. Penelope went from giving her a confused look to a grin. "And why not?" Penelope asks. Before JJ could even speak Penelope spoke again. "Is it because its working?" She giggled.

"No?" JJ lied, this was in fact working. Its not that she didn't want to ask Y/n on a date, because of course she did. But also the fact they work together, and despite Emily saying that she knows Y/n likes her back, JJ still doesn't have it in her to ask or tell Y/n how she really feels. But if these two keep pushing her, she just might. "That was a lie, JJ, and you know it. You turned it into a question rather than a straight forward answer" Emily added, sounding serious.

Damn it, profilers.

"Its just that we work together, what if it gets complicated?" Another excuse. Not that JJ was too worried about that. Because they both know how to act preofessional during work hours. "Maybe. Right now you've gotta ask her on a date. Work is almost finished, since we have no case today." Emily replied, with a chuckle.

"If you and Y/n can flirt during work hours and remain professional, then you two can still do that while in a relationship during work hours". Okay Pen and Emily had points, The two women could work it out between them, when it gets complicated. But then, JJ was also scared to lose Y/n if shes wrong about this. Jennifer rolled her eyes "We don't flirt" but not even she was convincing enough. "Sure you don't" Emily chuckled.

"So, are you gonna ask her?" Emily asked.

"Right here, right now?!" JJ exclaimed, they were all still at work. The blonde would rather do this when shes alone with Y/n. Although, she may never do so unless pushed like she is now. "Go out there, get her in here and ask her alone." Penelope cheers. That moment JJ stands up from the chair, smirking to herself "fuck it I guess" she chuckles. Emily and Penelope silently cheer, as they leave JJ' office and go back to whatever they were doing beforehand.

JJ leaned against her opened door frame, adoring Y/n from afar for a few minutes. Y/n let out a small laugh at a joke Derek had just said, JJ loved Y/n' laugh she thought it was the most prettiest laugh shes ever heard, along with her smile. She took a deep breathe then exhaled.

"Hey Jayje, you okay?" Y/n caught her attention, the blonde must have zoned out for longer than she thought. JJ let out a nervous laugh "yeah, sorry I was staring."

"I don't mind if its you staring, beautiful" Y/n complimented. Making JJ' heart skip another beat. Thats when all her confidence seemed to have left her body. And her first instinct was to run away from this, but she couldn't run away from her feelings, not anymore. "You don't seem okay, come on we'll talk in your office." Y/n reached for JJ' hand and the blonde took it without hesitation. Both women could feel eyes on them, but that all stopped when JJ closed the door behind them.

"Whats bothering you JJ?" Y/n just came right out and said it, JJ sat on her desk in front of the h/c woman, and sighed. "I like this woman, and I've never really felt the way I do about this woman for any other. I've had silly crushes, which I thought this was, but over time its procressed and I don't even know if she likes me back. I'd be terrible in that sort of realtionship though beause I've never been with another woman, or even kissed one" JJ explained, she never once mentioned that Y/n was this woman.

Y/n smiled, she inched closer to the blonde in front of her, looking down slightly as she was stood up. Tucking some loose strands of JJ' hair behind her ear. JJ relaxed into her touch almost immedietely. "Well I'm sure if you tell this woman how you feel, then they'd be happy to reciprocate and show you" Y/n took a small step back, she bit her lip. As if she knew something that JJ didn't.

"Do you know something I don't?" JJ asked curiously, as she stood up from sitting on the desk, approaching Y/n. "No, I have no clue what you're on about?" Y/n chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.

"No, you know something." JJ added.

"No, I really don't" Y/n smirked, she was about to cave in herself, if JJ didn't any time soon. The urge to kiss the blonde woman in front of her was getting even stronger than it already was. "I don't believe you for a second Y/n, what do you know?" JJ asked, raising an eyebrow at Y/n. Who swore right then and there that she was about to cave in.

That was until...JJ had caved in already. Grabbing Y/n, turning her around and backing her up against the desk, Y/n had to sit down on it for balance. Their lips ghosting over each others. "I knew you liked me back" Y/n smirked.

"Wait- you knew? And you like me back that way?" JJ asked, confused. "Why didn't you say anything?" she then added.

"Because I was waiting for you, to see if I was right. Now are you going to kiss me?" JJ felt a bit nervous, of course she would. But without anymore sighing or hesitation, she crashed her lips against Y/n', JJ leaned forwards slightly as Y/n kissed back, her hands around the back of JJ' neck. JJ rested one hand on the desk beside Y/n, and the other on Y/n' thigh. This all just felt natural, felt right, and JJ no longer felt nervous.

Y/n bit JJ' bottom lip slightly as she pulled away. "Wow" JJ breathed out.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"You don't need to ask JJ" Y/n smirked, this time Y/n took charge of the kiss, tongues clashing, but JJ gave in and let Y/n win this one. Y/n standing up, but never breaking the kiss, turning JJ around, sitting her on the desk this time. Y/n eventually broke the kiss, as things got a little more heated, but the blonde woman followed her, kissing her again quickly. "Whoa there tiger, we don't wanna get caught at work" Y/n chuckled. JJ laughed along with her.

"How was that for your first kiss...actually more like make out with a woman?" Y/n asked. "Better than I imagined" JJ replied, no hesitation, because that was true, it was a whole lot better.

"Do you want to go out on a date later?" The blonde woman mentioned.

"I thought you'd never ask Jareau, of course. We have a hour of work left, see you later?" Y/n added. "Oh no, not so fast, you can bring the case report you need to finish in here. Then I'll drive you home" JJ chuckled, not wanting to be away from Y/n for the last hour, especially after those kisses. "Okay, okay whatever you want ma'am" Y/n added, instantly surrendering.

The two women smirking at each other before Y/n left to grab the case report. Both were excited for later, JJ was probably more nervous than Y/n though.

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bronx-bomber87 · 8 months

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Happy Weekend everyone :) Whew we are almost halfway through s3 already it's crazy. I love how when we get little content the previous ep the next one has loads. This is Lucy’s first real foray into UC. Seeing that deeper Harper/Lucy bond. Tim’s freak out and protectiveness. Such a good one for so many reasons. So many more gifs I wanted to use but sadly Tumblr keeps me to 30. They need to up that ha Oh well let’s get this started.

3x06 Revelations

Our ep starts out with Tamara and Lucy. Lucy making sure she gets at least one good dinner for the week. I just love their relationship so much. Tamara was such a good addition to the show. Adding some extra depth for Lucy. She is an excellent pseudo mom to her. Tamara asks if she can interview Lucy for a paper for school. Has to do with women in male dominated fields.

Lucy is adorable in her reply saying she's honored she’s asking her. How far these two have come. Lucy says she should be off early tomorrow. Let's Tamara know she’s just doing site security with Tim. It’s for the CCOA. Basically a convention for UC cops. I did love her saying ‘My Sergeant’ when explaining her work plans tomorrow. Made me happy. Yes he is. In more ways than one. Heh

We first join our lovely duo running security checks at the entrance. Lucy asking if Tim does this every year? Tim tells her no but he went with Isabel once to this. Look our boy bringing up Isabel casually. Being the one to and not have it bring him down. I'm so proud of him. Doesn’t phase him like it used to. Not only that but he’s cracking jokes over here.

Saying he just worked on his tan while Isabel attended seminars haha Replying to her question about what they teach here with sass. Tim tells her he has no idea but he's clearly having fun with his reply. Lucy still isn’t used to his sassy side. Her reaction above says it all. You did this lady hehe Enjoy the fruits of your labor madam.

Their lighthearted moment is interrupted by an old friend of Tim’s. He drives up like a bat out of hell. Tim is excited to see him (at first...) Tim is in such a good mood when he rolls up. Just outside cracking jokes with his girl having a good time. Even introduces Lucy (by her first name BTW) to his friend proudly. Shortly after their reunion Tim realizes the girl in the car is not his wife….

She blatantly hits on him calling him pretty. I mean he is. Look at the man. I’ve said before he is sex on stick. Mack notes he only gets prettier with age. He's not wrong...it’s true. Loved Eric since his DOOL days. Was in love with him then as a teenager and even more so now ha So that is accurate. Aged like a fine ass wine. *chef kiss*

Tim pulls Mack aside and wants to talk. Lets him know if he wants to run around on his wife that's his business. But he looks high as a kite. I love the way Lucy watches the interaction. Already in protect Tim emotionally mode. Mack tells him it's just oxy. He got hurt on the job month ago and the pain is a bear.

He takes off before Tim can say more and the look of worry on Lucy's face only increases. She can tell Tim is shook up about seeing his old friend this way. It’s affecting him more than he would like. I think he must’ve been in the academy with Tim. To watch someone you used to be close fall from grace is never easy to watch. Especially when it's so closely related to what Isabel was like.

Lucy spies on Harper giving a lecture to potential female UC’s in the making. You can see her interest is piqued. Harper even spots her before she shuts the door. Cracks me up the way she jumps when Tim catches her. I always love me some arm crossed disapproving Tim. Mmm. gimme. His emotions are written all over his face. They honestly color his attitude for almost the entirety of this episode. He’s not upset she snuck a peak. He’s upset she’s interested in UC. The way he looks back that that sign says it all. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach has settled and its not going anywhere.

This next scene we start to see Tim’s demons about UC surface a little. That good mood of his is long gone. He immediately confronts her about it. Asking her if she was spying in on seminars? She can’t lie to save her life when he looks at her. She adorably replies maybe…She's so excited by the prospect of UC she isn’t picking up on the stress Tim is throwing down in this scene.

He chews her out a little for spying and why it was wrong. I think we all know this has zero to do with the spying. That it 100 percent has to do with the subject matter that’s peaked her interest. He is trying to cut this off at the pass. He is not remotely excited about her being interested in UC at all..

We return to our couple reporting to Mack’s room. His wife Beth is banging on the door. His mistress won’t let her in. Tim doesn't have time for this and kicks the door down. Oh my. He runs inside and sees Mack has OD’d. Lucy goes and gets the Narcan to revive him. Mack comes to and is begging his wife to stay. He is so very out of it. His wife storms off saying she can’t do this anymore. Ugh poor Tim. The look he shares with Lucy kills me. The pre-tears and all. The fact that he's upset and looks back at her for support. My heart. This was not how he envisioned spending this day. It was supposed to be an easy security site job that turned into so much more.

Tim rejoins Mack at the hospital. He is so very angry with him. His pre-tears are killing me in these scenes with Mack. Poor Tim this ep is bringing up a lot of demons for him. Ones he truly thought he was putting behind him. Not just UC ones either. Telling Mack he’s not making the same mistakes he did with Isabel. Tim has made major strides when it comes to her but those scars still linger. They’re not gone and probably never will be fully. I’m sure he still tortures himself about his inaction with her. He won't do that again. To Tim this is a way to make up for that. Atone for that sin.

Lucy is leaving for the day when she spots Harper waiting at her car. Now I said when Harper joined the show how excited I was. That her and Lucy’s relationship was one of those reasons. These are the moments that I love so much. Harper is straight with her and says 'You know we’re gonna have to talk about it right?' Clearly referring to her sneaking a peak.

Lucy thinks Harper is there to scold here just like Tim did. The beautiful thing about this scene is she doesn’t. Nyla encourages and supports her UC aspirations. This is where she becomes her UC mentee really. After Lucy explains why she peaked in Harper can’t help but want to help Lucy with this.

Can sense her genuine excitement about it. Even agrees to drinks to talk about it. Hell it’s her idea how far we’ve come ❤️ Lucy postpones her interview with Tamara to go out with Nyla. Harper then gets a distress call from one of her old UC contacts. Asks if Lucy wants to come instead of a rain check on drinks? She jumps on this offer immediately. Wanting to see first hand what an operation is like.

Harper sends Lucy into the bar solo while she spots the tail on her friend. Lucy looks so amped to prove herself. She finds June or ‘Coco’ as she’s known right now at the bar. Sato joins the table immediately after Lucy does. Obviously he is the tail June has been worried about. The balls on Lucy in this moment. If Tim could see her right now he would have a friggin heart attack. Lucy throws a damn drink in his face.

She covers her ass so well and pretends she’s the chemist. Really smart move on her end. Even though he buys Lucy’s story Sato and his guard make them both move outdoors. Harper is waiting in the wings like the BAMF she is. Takes out Sato’s guard easily. Harper tells Coco there’s a tracker on her car. They must be cops. Sato is now the one in trouble saying they’re not. Salonga his boss just wanted them surveilled.

Coco up's the price for pissing them off. He tells them if they do the price hike Lucy better be at the buy. Harper tries to shield Lucy. Telling them she doesn’t go on buys. Lucy jumps in and says she’ll go. That she's already spent her share in her head. Shocking both Harper and June. If Tim could see this he would be losing his damn mind. Well he will later on….

Crazy how good she is at this right away. Harper notices the immediate potential in her. They tell her she better bone up on chemistry. She beams like the nerd we all know and love. Says she got straight A’s in chemistry in high school. Of course you did haha Lucy gets so caught up in the moment she forgets she was supposed to do the report with Tamara. Oops.

Tim comes to Grey’s office about his report on Mack. Wade is asking him if he’s sure he wants to do it this way? Tim so desperate to right the wrong he did with Isabel he doesn’t hesitate. Says it’s the right thing to do. That it’s what he should’ve done with Isabel in first place. He warns him he'll lose his pension. Tim continues on says its right thing to do. Grey doesn’t disagree. Wade then tells him Lucy will be occupied with a UC op today. He is none too pleased about this and quickly heads to roll call room.

Tim acting like a mad worried husband from here on out. He is SEETHING above. That determined strut and crossing of his arms. His whole demeanor screaming his discontent. Anger ready to spill over onto Harper. So very worried because Lucy has volunteered for a UC op and a very dangerous one at that. He doesn’t hide his stress in the least. Lucy has become such a fixture in his life at this point. To potentially risk losing her to a UC op like he did Isabel…He can't handle the idea of it. The rest of this scene reflects that.

His demons coming out to play extra hard in this one for him. Lucy looks so excited when she's asked to stand up. She's so ready to prove herself. She is just excited in general. Then she turns around and sees Tim’s disapproving stance and stare. She freezes immediately and instantly feels reprimanded. Looks back at him one more time and sees his body language hasn't changed. Tim is emanating anger and Lucy knows it. Whew lord. He’s ready to eat Harper.

Before we move on let's take a moment to enjoy the forearm porn we’re getting here in the gif above. Hot damn. Arms are crossed, biceps bulging and his forearms look toned as hell. Sweet baby James should be a crime to be this attractive. But let’s get back to the episode before I gawk at him any further LMAO

The very SECOND the meeting is over Tim is all over Harper. Pushes off the wall and storms toward her. He is ready to tear her a new one about allowing this. Let’s remember this episode has been VERY rough on Tim to this point. It’s like he’s being forced down memory lane in the worst way possible. With maximum PTSD. He started the ep casual, having fun with Lucy. Even bringing up Isabel at a UC convention without it bothering him. Then Mack showed up and dominoes started to fall and haven't stopped. This scene is his boiling point with good reason.

From Mack who’s his friend forcing him to relieve his trauma with Isabel. Having to make an ethical call about his career due to him becoming an addict. To Lucy going undercover which he feels she was roped into. She wasn’t but he’s not exactly thinking straight right now. It's what happens when our emotions drown us. The logical part of our brain disconnects and all that’s left is intense suffocating emotion. Lashing out trying to get some semblance of control.

We also need to remember the last time he was involved in a UC op Isabel was shot in the head. Almost died. His PTSD is crying out in his scene. Harper tries to calm Tim down by saying she volunteered, Grey approved it and she has the best backup she could possibly have. The thing is though no matter of logic is going to penetrate his panic right now. Tim telling Harper she’s using Lucy and he’s losing his mind over it. He felt Isabel was used in her OP and now those feelings are bleeding over into Lucy’s. He is showing all his cards emotionally in this scene. The sheer terror he feels over Lucy going under cover. He doesn't want to lose her to same thing.

I love the writers for tapping back into these issues of his. They don’t just go away. They tend to linger on for a long time. They’ve left deep scars on him. This shows how raw this nerve still is for Tim. Now to top his day off they’re throwing his person into the one thing he fears the most. Lucy has become the one constant in his life. This incredibly resilient sunshine person that has become so important to him. He can’t stand the thought of being hurt or worse. His fears from 2x19 echoing in this scene. About not being about to protect her. To losing her and him having no say in the result.

I don’t think Tim even understands why he’s reacting this way. Most of their relationship he is like this. Acts without understanding the why behind it. Only that it is a driving force for him. It's not until 4x22 he starts to understand why he acts the way he does with her. He only knows right now it’s instinctual and he can’t stop himself from letting it out.

Lucy looks absolutely crushed by the time he says his line about her being used. The look they share before before he walks away. It's crushing to say the least. We all know how badly she wants to impress him. For him to be proud of her and what she’s accomplished to even be in this OP. Tim has always had her back. Supported her and truly seen her as a person. Had unrelenting faith in her this entire time. To not have that in this moment is rocking her entire world.

I adore Nyla for how she helps Lucy after Tim hastily departs. She’s the best mentor Lucy could have. I love these moments between them. The way she tells her it’s Tim’s issues not her. (It’s true but also it being Lucy adds tons of fuel to the fire for him) Lucy feeling stupid for wanting him to be proud. Harper is so wonderful in validating how she is feeling.

Doesn’t shame her for wanting Tim’s approval. That he got her this far. It makes sense she would want that. Tells her there is NOTHING wrong with it. Such a good scene for them. Why I love their dynamic so much. Harper is so good for Lucy and her confidence building. She covers what Tim can't. What I love about it. These were the scenes I was so excited to get to once she was on the show for these reviews.

Tim and Nolan have joined the op to surveil overhead. No way in hell he wasn’t going to be apart of this. I'm sure after that scene with Harper no one was going to stand in his way. Also how else could obsessively keep his eye on her if he’s at the station? Hehe Nolan thinks he’s helping by comforting Tim in this scene. Sorry John you don’t know him like that and his replies show it.

He is gruff, deflects and is cocky in his replies. All things he does with those he’s not comfortable around. Only Lucy gets soft Tim. I will commend Nolan for having the balls to say anything though. The gall of Tim to say 'Who said I was worried?’ Uh only anyone who’s interacted with you since this whole thing started. LOL The way you bit off Harpers head in front of a room full of people. But sure love you’re not worried…

Eric is so amazing in this scene. His face says the opposite of 'not worried' His stiff body language encompassing all his immense worry. Side note let’s not ignore the amazing shots of his jawline in this scene. Could cut glass on that thing. All scruffy too mmm love it lick it like a lollipop. Ahem anyways...His continued annoyance with Nolan shows as the scene goes on.

Especially when he tells Tim about how Lucy can handle herself. Tim is VERY aware of how capable she is. It’s why he’s a little offended in his reply. He seems annoyed Nolan even mentions she can handle it. As if he's telling Tim this for the first time. Like he hasn't ridden with her pretty much every day for a year plus. He's watched her develop into who she is now. He knows dude. Nobody knows it better than Tim Bradford how damn capable she is ya schmuck...(Oops my Nolan annoyance is showing) It’s what shakes him the most with her interest in UC. That she’s going to excel at it and that scares the hell out of him.

He is playing the worried husband to the letter. Easy Tim your feelings are showing. Showing enough that John Nolan who is usually scared of you is commenting on it. John is doing it to comfort Tim which I respect. But for Tim when it's not Lucy he isn't as receptive. As I stated about earlier he is only going to deflect, be cocky and gruff in his replies. Hence his line above. Tim isn’t going to be able to relax or breathe till she’s on the other side of this. So until then he is going to ward off Nolan and his compassion by being self assured. That he trained her so he’s not “worried". Whatever gets you through love.

Lucy acts like a complete bad ass during the whole thing. No surprise. Gets pulled into the limo with the boss and holds her own. Even speaks Tagalog impressing Salonga even further. Writes out the formula and preserves the OP. Doesn’t take long before she’s released and they’re given the money. That’s when everyone swoops in and arrests everyone. I read in theflyingdutchwoman’s amazing analysis in their anatomy Of a scene series (if you haven't read her stuff I highly recommend it) about Tim bailing on his post during this section. I couldn’t agree more I have no doubt the minute she stepped into that limo his ass was off that rooftop immediately. Ready to go when she needed him.

Tim is in fierce protector mode until he reaches Lucy. Then breathes a sigh of relief. Morphing into soft Tim instantly. Only for her. He quietly asks her if she’s ok? That small set of words exposing EVERYTHING about how he’s feeling. The anxiety and how stressed he was till this moment. She nods fervently and his body continues to relax. What follows this is so sweet. Let’s admire the way he holds her cuffed hands.

How gentle he is with her as he escorts her to the shop. He could have put his hands on her arms or elbow like Nyla got with Nolan. But then Nolan isn’t in in love with Nyla…He legit held her hands all the way to the patrol car. I love it sfm. Like he needed to do this to ground himself after the adrenaline rush he just experienced. Proving to himself that she’s there. She’s safe and he can relax.

Then comes the more beautiful part of the scene and really the episode if you ask me. Lucy isn’t expecting anything from Tim in this moment. Last time she saw him was his outburst about her even doing this. Then in the most Tim Bradford-esc way he voices how very proud he is of her. By telling her ‘You did good.’ To anyone else might not mean much. Or seem like much. To Lucy Chen it means the entire world. She knows Tim’s hang ups with UC. The demons he had arise with this. She also knows he’s putting aside those feelings to let her know he’s proud of her. Which is HUGE.

Because at the end of the day this OP was about Lucy and building her confidence in this area. He wants her to know that and does so. She craves his approval and support so much. Let’s not forget she grew up in an emotionally abusive household as well. Parents who withheld praise and support for anything she did. Never proud her. (I know that life) It’s why Tim’s approval means so damn much to her.

Why she lives and strives for it. Tim has had nothing but unconditional faith and support in her since day one. When he blew up about her doing this she thought she had lost that. These three words restore that for her. I don’t think Tim even knew the depth of how much him being proud of her meant. Ugh these idiots. I love them and their slow burn sfm. To round out the scene I adore Nyla’s wink at the end. She is also so very proud of Lucy. Handled herself like a damn pro. I love her so much for the impact she has on Lucy it’s unreal.

Poor Tim (said this a lot but seriously this ep is hard on him) has the episode end pretty roughly for him. Beth comes to find him and rip him a new one. Tim tells her he can’t excuse the past. But this is now and he stands by what he did. It calls back to 3x04 when he was telling Lucy the same thing. That he can’t fix what he did then but would make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

This situation is proof of that. Doing for Mack what he should’ve done for Isabel. It’s awful to watch her tear him apart. But the right thing and the easy thing are rarely the same. Unfortunately this is very true for Tim in this instance. He ends this ep on a low note and I just wanna hug him.

For Lucy it ends better. She makes up the report for Tamara by providing not just herself but Nyla and June for her repot as well. It’s cute to watch Tamara absorb all their banter. I love Lucy’s speech here it’s so good. Praising the women next to her in a way Tamara is revering them all. It's perfect way to the ep for them both. Such a good one.

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Side notes-non chenford

I love the introduction of Silas. I think that’s it’s didn’t really care about Nolan’s classes SL tbh. But cool castle reunion.

Thank you always to those who like, reblog and comment. Make creating these reviews so worth it shall see you all in 3x07 :)

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bookofmirth · 4 months

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i know fandom drama is always talked about to death and i'm probably not adding anything new to the discussion, but i feel like the way this fandom treats lucien and mor in comparison to elain and nesta and azriel is very representative of white feminism. i'm growing very tired of fandom discussions that center around uplifting elain and nesta because of girlboss feminism and azriel - their favorite bland man to project a personality onto - while ignoring the struggles of non-white, non-straight characters who are also victims of abuse.

sooo many people in this fandom fall back on choice feminism when discussing nesta and elain - like if you don't support their "choices" (despite being fictional characters with no agency of their own), you don't support women's choices, and thus you are a bad feminist. not only is this a logical fallacy, but it also doesn't allow female characters to be multi-dimensional, to make bad choices, to not just be morally "good" all the time. idk if this happens with feyre too or not, but most discourse i see is around nesta and elain.

whenever certain people in this fandom see sympathetic discussions of lucien and hopes for him to have a happy ending (sometimes with elain, sometimes not), they complain that you care more about a man than a woman that he "inflicted trauma on." they only see the social divide in terms of gender, never examining how race also plays a role in the struggles lucien has faced - never even considering that a male poc could also experience abuse at the hands of tamlin and his family. and so many people hate mor for not being a "girl's girl" towards nesta, because they believe feminism is only about women uplifting women, never considering the way that mor's past struggles with abuse because of her gender and sexual orientation have shaped her to be wary of people that are (in her eyes) unnecessarily cruel.

i do recognize that the feminism in sjm's books is fairly basic, so maybe that's to blame, but it's unfortunate the fandom can't take a more intersectional approach

Anon, I totally agree. Have you read @gimme-mor's posts about this? She did a great job of outlining some of the issues with the ways people talk about female characters in the fandom, and the surface-level feminism that is used in this post and in this one.

It makes sense that the fandom would engage with discussions of privilege and gender (and race and class etc.) on a rather surface level, since, as you pointed out, the flavor of feminism that is featured in the series is very focused on gender and rarely takes other identities, marginalized or otherwise, into account. It's #girlpower with no thought about individual differences that those women might be experiencing that actually have a huge impact on what "choices" each of them can make.

With Lucien, there is also the issue of his disability, but it's quite easy to dismiss him as a villain when all people are looking at is his maleness. It's not as simple as "woman = good" and "man = bad", but that's how people act.

The fact is, none of these characters have a choice because they aren't real people, as you also pointed out. There is no such thing as supporting a fictional person's rights because those rights literally don't exist. They do not have agency or autonomy or.... literal fucking existence in the real world, and so it's absolute malarkey to act like we need to be respectful of a fictional character, and to bully and shit on a real person in doing so.

I remember when I said that Elain is privileged it pissed some people off, but I think that also comes down to a misunderstanding of what privilege actually is, hand-in-hand with this Feminism Lite. There are a lot of great potential conversations to be had about these characters and the world they live in and how they interact with one another, the ways in which they are limited or have access to power, but it's kinda hard when people are more concerned about being right in the ship war.

#acotar fandom #ask #anon

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medlabmech · 11 months

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Updated version! 😄

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fatal-allegiance · 4 months

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Prelude

By the end of the year, there will be nine thousand, eight hundred and sixty-seven persons registered missing in Los Angeles county.

Right now, it’s August thirtieth, two thousand four, and I’m the latest upward tick in that statistic. Missing: presumed dead.

My life has not flashed before my eyes, as such: not all in one go. But I have had several opportunities this evening to ask myself how it came to this, how I ended up in this city and in this situation; in this hotel, with this person; in this bed, with this person. I have had a deal of time to reflect, and to provide myself with answers, and I reproduce them here for your reference, and mine.

When my name was Zhao Wen-Jun, and I lived with my parents, my father wanted very much for me to study. He had decided that his daughter was very clever — too clever for her own good, maybe — and he was disappointed, I think, when I chose film studies as a major - not library science, not law, but the movies. I loved them. I wanted to be in them. And I wanted to be called something cool, something that would look good on a poster, something that would roll off the tongues of earnest producers and adoring fans. Thus: Jenni, Jenni with an I so I couldn’t be mixed up with the writer.

It sounds good, doesn’t it? Jenni Zhao? Damn, she’s good. She does all her own stunts, you know that? Jenni Zhao is the name on my gym card, on my showreel, on the business cards I bought in a box of one thousand on one optimistic day last year. Jenni Zhao is what my ex-roommate and my ex-boyfriend called me, before graduation made us all useless to each other.

Jenni Zhao is not, however, the name on the payroll of any studio in Hollywood.

Five months ago, my name was Qingbai. The first girl I ever kissed had called me a pale Jenni, like it meant something, and I hadn’t known what she meant. But when I needed a name that sounded good with Suicide, I looked at my first set of photos and decided she was right. My smile makes me look impolite, like I’ve been startled thinking something I shouldn’t say. Hers could, with practice and a ten second timer between shots, look shy or sultry, demure or demonic. It’s acting, of a sort; it’s performing on camera, at any rate. This girl could say “gimme some sugar” and mean it — and if she took out ads in the magazines and put out feelers online, it was fine, because she was Qingbai asking for a daddy, and not Zhao Wen-Jun finally letting her father down all the way, falling face-first into the gutter.

Which brings us to tonight. Qingbai often has messages from men who think they’re worth her time, as well as some from women, who Jenni finds more interesting. But tonight’s proposal was the first one worth taking seriously. Tonight was a night for me to fancy up my hair (braid down one shoulder, shaved short on the other side; very modern) dig out my makeup, and put on my graduation dress and heels. Low heels. I’m tall — I get told so a lot — and I didn’t want to risk being taller than the man I’m going to meet.

His name was Vincent, and he said he was the night manager at a security agency. Not the owner, not yet, not the franchise holder, but he has plans, and he told me all about them over dinner at the Empire Arms. His treat. In shoes, I was a little taller, but out of them things were reversed; I kicked them off under the table, rubbed a stockinged foot against his ankle. He did something with his teeth — not quite licking his lips, but something with a sharp breath and a flick of the tongue — so I assume it worked.

Vincent didn’t eat much. Every time I took a glance at his plate he seemed to be playing with his food, meat stripped thinner and thinner, going near his lips but never going in. Every time he held my gaze for a moment and I lost my place. For all that he was a boring man, a middle manager going places any day now, he had the nicest eyes. Duck egg blue. One look at them and he had my attention again, and I’d forget about the seared pork loin he wasn’t eating right up until I looked again. It took a few goes round for the fact to stick, and that was about when he’d had the plate cleaned away and talked business.

Where he was going, he said, it was a disadvantage to be a single man. He wanted a fellow traveller; someone sharp, who could be his sounding board and keep books. Someone with a little character, who’d draw eyes at the club. I told him it was okay to say exotic, I wouldn’t mind, and I tried to keep my dessert down as I said it. That was not what he meant, he said. He meant the degree; the hairstyle; the tattoos.

(I have three, and this dress flaunts two of them; they all disappear in short sleeves and long shorts. Sorority butterfly on my shoulder, redone with geometric lines so I could stand the sight of it. Sigil on my left thigh, relic of a sophomore-year dabbling with witchcraft. Phoenix on the small of my back, always behind me where it belongs. My father called me Chufeng when I was a very little girl indeed; she was the first girl I was, and I can’t quite bear to forget her.)

“Sure,” I said, and laughed. And he smiled and said he was serious, and did I want to dance?

I’m a terrible dancer, but Vincent wasn’t much better, and both of us were too sober to really enjoy it. Mostly, it was a decency thing. A next step. Getting us a little comfortable with being a little closer. One touch at a time, so we were both ready for what came next.

Try before you buy.

I meant it about his eyes. I could have lived with waking up and looking into those eyes. Vincent was mostly OK, six out of ten, but what was I? An eight at my best, and I knew what this was about. This did not have to be true love; it had to be compatibility, security, someone to come home to and a home to be someone in. It had to be staying out of Chinatown, where I could go on being Jenni, and not going home to be Wen-Jun. I’d given it my best shot alone, and I was failing. The best years of my life were over, but maybe Vincent could drag them out for longer.

So we danced, badly, and I kissed him for a little too long, trying too hard not to seem desperate. And he had a room, he said. In case things went well. If we didn’t want to go home, straight away. I carried my heels into the elevator and he already had his palms on my thighs before we hit the fourth floor. His hands were cold, at first, but warm by the time we were through the door and undressing. I struggled with his tie — like the dancing, it’s easier when you don’t have to do it backwards in heels — and once my dress was unzipped he left my bra clasp alone, slipping a strap down my shoulder and kissing my neck. Kissing like he meant it, for the first time all night. He tugged on my braid — not hard, just a little traction, opening up my throat — and I had just enough time to wonder if I was going to be thrown about harder than I wanted here, if I had made a terrible mistake, before I stopped thinking anything very much at all.

It felt wonderful. It felt the way flowing honey looks — slow and heavy and gold. I think I was crying, with his hands at the small of my back and the back of my head, and his tongue on the hollow of my collarbone. Something in me knew what was happening — knew I had been bitten, that I had to pull away, had to run, if I wanted to live — but it was shouting from the side of the water, and I was already drowning.

Twenty seconds. I remember because the hands of the clock were the first thing I could focus on — the whitest thing on a dark and hazy wall.

“Do that again,” I said, and he asked was I sure?

I had never been more sure of anything in my life.

Again. Again. And again.

The last time was two minutes ago. By then I was lying on my back on a hotel bed, with a man I had just met doing ecstatic, unbelievable things to the left hand side of my neck. By then I was already dying.

“Stay with me,” Vincent said. “I’m sorry I lied to you,” Vincent said. “But I don’t want to just kill you, and I do need a… companion.”

My last words, I think, were a slurred “what do you mean?”

“Look at me,” he said. “I want to show you something.”

That brings us up to the here and now. I have been Chufeng and I have been Zhao Wen-Jun and I have been Qingbai Suicide and I have, most of all, been Jenni Zhao: and she, as of tonight, is who I always will be.

#vtm #vampire the masquerade #vtm bloodlines #vtmb #tremere #self repost

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orangepanic · 2 years

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For @chiefbeifongcanrailme

Lin polished off her current gin and waited for Bumi to laugh. He didn't. Nor did he look away. The man was drunk, fuck they both were, but his pale blue eyes never left hers.

"You're serious?" she spat.

Bumi grinned, wide and slightly feral. "Yes, ma'am. Don't know a man in the whole city who wouldn't do you tonight." His gaze flicked pointedly down her body, then back up again. "And probably half the women," he added.

"I doubt it," Lin said dryly, but not without humor. She didn't exactly feel like the catch of Republic City. Instead she felt 51, scarred, grey-haired, and exhausted.

Bumi hooked his thumbs into the front of his red uniform jacket and puffed out his chest. "Alright. Try me."

"Try you?"

"Yeah. Gimme a name, any name, and I'll tell you whether they'd take you home tonight." He picked up his bourbon and tipped it to her. "On my honor as an officer."

Lin rolled her eyes and waved to the server for another gin. She had a feeling she was going to need it.

"Fine," she said. "President Raiko."

Bumi clasped his hand over his heart. "I'd never do that to you!" he cried. "But yes. He's looked at your ass for sure."

Lin smirked. "Okay. Iroh." Izumi's little hero was obviously deeply in love.

"Has had a crush on you since he was nine," Bumi said with confidence. "Told me so himself. He'd never step out on his girlfriend, but it wouldn't be because he didn't want you."

She shifted uncomfortably at that. Iroh was good-looking but nearly thirty years her junior. A baby, really. Just like...

"Detective Mako," Lin heard herself say.

"Would fistfight La for the privilege," laughed Bumi. "Come on, these are too easy. Give me a real challenge."

"Fine," she said. "You."

The commander blinked, then picked up his bourbon. "I'd have thought that was obvious," he said, his voice suddenly careful. He took a long sip, then raised one bushy eyebrow. "Isn't it?"

Lin flushed from head to toe. Just then the server plopped a fresh gin down in front of her.

Yes, she was going to need it.

#linumi #lin beifong #bumi ii #ficlet

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The Seed and Queendom were so powerful whwhwbwhsjjdd i'm🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love. Cure for me was also verrry fun i love her choreographies, she's such a skilled and fluid dancer !!!

And exist for life is so🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭 beautifulllll i'm wjqbwnnsns <333 in love. I love. A lot . Mwah thank you for all your recommendations it is. 3:15am and i have to call it a day but !!!!!! Wah

da seed always gimme chills cuz i love da message & its nawt jus a figure of speech either, aurora fun fact is dat shes grown up in very close proximity 2 nature n clearly has so so much love n respect 4 it an i think it show wonderfully nawt only thru her music but thru her entire energy. she bcome one with it!! there a reason every1 calls her a forest nymph / elf n so much more in da comments aha

tho i think 2 call her anythin but human is a bit unfair, i think shes very human in da most beautiful of ways. unironically

queendom is suhc an anthemmmm... n it warms my heart when i see live performances of it cuz it really feel like one big hug with every1 given da lyrics n jus da vibes it creates. luv it so much, n i love da music video n_n women....

cure 4 me is very special 2 me even tho it a bit sillier soundin than most of her songs (along w the chorus blowin up on tt) readin more ab it from aurora herself tho, it turn out da inspiration came from sumthin dats a very loaded topic & after dat i cudn look at it da same & grew even closer 2.. THE SONG? idk why im talkin ab it lik a human but. word from miss aurora:

"Like always, I got inspired by a really huge, dark and horrible thing that happens in the world. The first seed of inspiration came from thinking about the countries where it’s still legal to do conversion therapy for gay people and lesbians. I just thought that’s so pointless. The first idea was me saying, ‘I don’t need a cure for me – just let me live, man!’”

“Why is it so difficult for people to just let others be themselves? Then I thought that it could mean many other things. People tend to believe quite quickly that something is wrong with them if they’re not like the people they see in front of them. It’s so sad that it doesn’t take much for us to really doubt ourselves.”

^ lil context 4 dat is, aurora is definitely queer as shes talkd ab her attraction 2 ppl in da past & shes had a girlfriend be4 too. i think she mentions dat she feels different romantically in regards 2 men n women. but also she doesn label herself really, but i think this gives more insight into this song. as well as ive noticed ppl talkin ab her includin some of her own more 'weird' mannerisms n well. the dance is weird n silly too (/affectionate!!! its gettin added 2 sky soon like i talkd abt in dms, n im boutta spam it everywhere) n i think it an incredible move too.

i think cure 4 me can also b related back 2 auroras neurodivergence, which she has talkd ab before. she mentioned bein made fun of @ school 4 bein autistic (altho i don think she was ever diagnosed w it) n also bein put on adhd medication in da past - pretty sure dats her official diagnosis. but yeah. honesly, jus from watchin the way she carries herself n moves n talks in interviews & lives, she was always so clearly different & felt closer than other artists 2 me. like nawt in a 'wow shes so weird' way like sum ppl say. idk theres an inherent sense of belongin w dat person cuz shes so much like us too. man i started cryin but anyway i luv her lots she really mean lots 2 me.

exist 4 love is very beautiful too.. i luv da reference 2 the birth of venus, i love da influence of 1920/30s music too like many mentioned.. it make me melt into a puddle sumtime. we rly do exist 4 it huh.!!!!

but yah n_n thank 4 goin on this aurora journey wit me!!! am glad it was fun & am glad 2 infect ya so @/meowyoi, ya n i can all grow a bit more insane togethr <3

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Can we please have a fic about Bruno being oblivious and getting thorns silence and death glares from his sobrinas due to them being on their period on Bruno not realising. When he finally realizes though he feels bad for them and decided to spend some time telling them stories of their mothers when they first got their own cycles, much to julieta and pepa's dislike

Welp - I finished my novel chapters, and a promise is a promise. It's not the situation OP asked for, but it's still period-based and I liked writing it, so I hope you enjoy.

“Mami, my tummy really, really hurts…”

“I know it does, mi vida.”

“It’s like, achey-sore.”

“I’ll make you another chocolate con queso after dinner, sweetheart – you can’t have too many or your teeth’ll fall out.”

“What’s up?” Bruno asked, as he passed the kitchen and heard his sister and oldest sobrina in conversation. Little Isabela – how was she ten already, he was holding her in her arms at her baptism just yesterday, right? – turned to him with the saddest puppydog eyes he’d ever seen.

“Tio Bruno, I’ve got my period and it’s really, really sore.”

“O-oh. I see.”

Julieta laid a hand gently on her daughter’s head. “We’ve been talking about how periods are a natural, normal thing, Tio Bruno.”

Which, you know, was true. Bruno just didn’t realise we were…there, yet. She’d be all grown up before he could turn around twice, at this rate.

“Julieta?” Mamá called, from the main hallway. “Is Isabela with you? I want her to come with me to the Guzmán’s house with me, to organise some arrangements for Mariano’s Mamá’s birthday party.” Isabela winced. Julieta squeezed her shoulder, guiding her towards the sound of her Abuela’s voice. “Mamá,” she started, “Isabela isn’t feeling too well.”

“I’ve got my period, Abuela,” Isabela added. “It’s really bad today.”

From the kitchen doorway, Bruno watched his Mamá glide down the stairs. Descending to give judgement. “Ay, mi vida,” she crooned, taking Isabela’s cheek in her hand. “You are a woman, now. All grown up.”

Julieta cleared her throat. “Oh, Mamá…”

“And, sometimes,” Isabela’s Abuela continued, in a voice so filled with kindness it made Bruno feel a little sick, “grown-up women like you have to do things that they would rather not. For the sake of their community. For the sake of the ones they care about. You don’t want to leave Mariano’s Mamá without flowers for her birthday, do you?” Isabela nodded with a hard swallow. “I know you don’t. Because you are a kind, brave young woman. So why don’t we walk down there together? You can hold my hand all the way, and squeeze it tightly if it hurts. Okay?”

Isabela looked at her Mamá. Her eyes looked wet with tears, even from the kitchen doorway. “Oh…o-okay –”

“A-a-actually, Mamá,” Bruno said, stumbling into the conversation, “I kinda needed to borrow Isabela today. We’re gonna, y’know, organise a surprise for lil’ Mirabel. To…celebrate her…learning to spell her name nice an' neat. Right, Isa?” Bruno widened his eyes at Julieta and Isabela – praying they took the hint. Julieta laid her hand back on her daughter’s head.

“That was right, Mamá. They’ve been planning it all week. You know how hard Mirabel worked on her spelling.”

“Yeah – hey, y’know what?” Bruno said, snapping his fingers, “I’ll take Isabela to the Guzmán’s tomorrow, nice and early. That okay, Isa? Then we can celebrate both…occasions.”

If there was one thing that trumped showing off to the neighbours in Alma Madrigal’s eyes, it was showing off to the neighbours twice in the same week. Mirabel learning to write and having the most perfect granddaughter in the Encanto? Fuhgeddaboudit. Bruno’s Mamá took the bait hook, line and sinker – as long as Bruno promised she’d go tomorrow.

“Hey, kiddo,” Bruno said to Isabela, once Mamá had safely been led away by Julieta. “Gimme, like, five minutes, and come knock on my door, ‘kay? Got a surprise for you.”

Isabela tugged him down to her height (a gap that was closing day by day). “I need to go to the bathrooom,” she whispered. "I need to change my pad."

“Okay. Gimme ten minutes, then. Do what you need to do, then come find your tio.”

Bruno watched her go. Then, he bolted to the kitchen, and then up to Isabela’s bedroom. Casita let him in, this once. The house knew it was extenuating circumstances.

When Isa finally made her way to her tio’s room, the entire ground level of the vision cave had been transformed. Bruno had draped one of her bedsheets – her favourite one, the purple one with the flowers on it – over two of his statues, so it made a little den. Her favourite dolls and pillows and books were in there, lying on a blanket, waiting for her to snuggle up with them. Bruno had brought down every single candle from the cave and lit them all, so the room was filled with nice smells and warm, cosy light. Isabela gasped, hands to her mouth.

“Tio it’s so pretty…!”

“Oooh, a-and, and! The best part…!”

Bruno produced a mug of chocolate con queso from behind his back; still steaming gently, warm and rich and just a little salty. “It’s not magic like your Mami’s, but it means we can sneak in one more before your medicinal…oof. H-hey, kiddo.”

Isabela had wrapped her arms around his middle, giving him as tight a hug as she could. “Thank you, Tio Bruno.”

“Anything for my baby sobrina. Now, c’mon over here and read me a story…”

#encanto #encanto fanfic #tio bruno #Best Tio Bruno #isabela madrigal #periods are normal and natural #I've seen a few things about kids' reproductive health today that made me pretty cross #so that came out in my writing I guess

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