#I do think two more episodes could have been added for breathing room and more show element inclusions that were mentioned offscreen

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General thoughts after watching Season 1 of Netflix's Avatar: The Last Airbender (spoilers may be present)

It's not bad. It's weird, but it's not bad.

No one asked for this.

No one asked, but we got it anyway. So what did we get?

It's not a 1:1 remake. I don't think, despite everything people have worried and griped about before the show's release, anyone wanted that either. It doesn't retain the same character arcs for everyone. Not just Sokka, but everyone.

At the same time, they still have arcs.

They're weird, they feel weird, because this show does what the Shyamalan movie doesn't, and makes an honest effort to capture the essence of the animated show, of the characters, of the world, and there is respect in its efforts.

There are musical motifs from the original. The set designs are out of the original. Many scenes are shot exactly like the original as homages.

And yet, storylines are merged together, elements from later seasons are introduced earlier, character interactions happen differently, character motivations are presented differently, and that feels weird.

We know the motions but when we the audience try to follow them, the show changes its direction and pulls a weird flex out of left field.

I won't say I agree with every major and minor change made, but I'm not enraged or disappointed in the same way as I was (and many of us were) after seeing the movie.

Instead, I'm more inclined to see where these new threads intend to go, and how the story we all know and love can be told in a different way.

Roku had barely a presence in this season, whereas in the original, he was more or less Aang's spiritual teacher. Instead, we've felt more from Kyoshi and Kuruk and Yangchen, and Aang has felt lost in his spiritual journey as well as his physical one.

Ozai, who was just a shadowy one-dimensional nightmare for most of the original first book, is now a more fleshed out figure, but one of confusing motivations. It's not the tonal whiplash of the movie, of the Ozai who legitimately worried and cared about Zuko's well being while also having still scarred and banished him, but one who is playing a 4-D chess game with his kids as the pieces and doesn't care who wins so long as one does.

I don't think it was the right call to have Zuko fight back in the Agni Kai before getting burned, but it gives a different dynamic to Zuko and Ozai's relationship that he's not the towering, shadowy Mark Hamill terror Zuko cowers before.

This Zuko seems legitimately convinced Ozai cares about him and all it takes is the Avatar to win his full love back, whereas there's still bitterness in the OG Zuko of book one. He knows Ozai favors Azula over him, he knows he's had to struggle well before being banished.

I also think not casting Dee Bradley Baker was a mistake. But they have time to correct that mistake.

All the kid actors, being green, of course do not stand up to expressive and gorgeous animation with brilliant voice acting. But they are all giving it their best, and I think they have what it takes to grow into the Book 3 Team Avatar if they get the chance.

The music got to me a number of times, particularly the instrumental renditions of "Leaves From the Vine."

Do we need this show? No absolutely not.

We have the original ATLA, and we always will. It's a timeless classic of our generation. Nothing could ever compete with it or ruin it.

However, I do feel like this adaptation is worth giving a chance to stand on its own. It may be far from perfect, but after watching it through, I legitimately want to see where it goes from here. I want to see this cast grow and change in their own ways. I want to see Toph in live action. I want to see Ba Sing Se. I want to see the new directions this story chooses to take to end up in the same place at Sozin's Comet.

But that might not happen if Netflix decides to cancel it, and I think that would be a shame.

I really do think it's worth seeing this show through, for better or worse.

Overall, as a show, I would give it a modest 7/10. (With individual elements skewing higher or lower throughout)

I don't like that it's only 8 episodes, but that's been a trend of other streaming shows also, across platforms, so I cannot fault NATLA alone for that.

You don't NEED to have seen the original to understand what's happening or get key details (unlike SOME adaptations have been doing recently). You can get a complete picture with just this. Is it as pretty or vibrant as the original? No. But it is still a whole picture (or, could be, with all three seasons).

It has great effects, sets, props, choreography, good music. It has SUKI. And JET. and JUNE. And THE Cabbage Man!

AND OMA/SHU ARE LESBIANS! I mean, I see that as an absolute win.

#flowerspeak #long post #atla #avatar the last airbender #netflix avatar the last airbender #natla #netflix atla #I do think two more episodes could have been added for breathing room and more show element inclusions that were mentioned offscreen #but that's a problem I've had with streaming shows as a whole. lacking necessary breathing room #we used to get shows with 20 to 22 episodes each season #and now we are lucky to get double digits at all per season #but overall. i truly enjoyed my watch. and i do want to see more #natla spoilers #Netflix atla spoilers

[jinnie-ret]

could we maybe get a part two to fallen Angel? Maybe it could have her healing process, like her physical therapy process, and the fan reaction? I just love reading your work :3

fallen angel pt 2

Stray Kids x Ninth Member!reader (Platonic)

content warnings: mentions of injuries (ankle, rib)

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 2.2k

after suffering a nasty fall in a Kingdom performance, Y/N is eager to get back on her feet, only to feel downhearted when she receives some less than motivating news. it's a good thing she has the boys there to support her.

Thank you so much @mynameisnotlaura for this request!! I hope you enjoy! :)

As always, if you enjoy please like and reblog! And my asks are open so be sure to leave in some requests if there's anything you'd like to see!

MAIN MASTERLIST

Stray Kids' Fans in Uproar as Second Member is Removed from Kingdom: Legendary War

With just a few more weeks until the finale of the competition between six boy groups, a second member of the group Stray Kids has been removed from the show.

MNET have released an official statement saying:

"Due to faulty equipment that had not been properly authenticated by outside distributors, Y/N of Stray Kids sustained an injury that has prevented her from continuing in the competition. This is a very unfortunate situation and we wish her a speedy recovery."

However some fans have speculated that it was actually MNET's fault and that they should have checked the equipment themselves.

What do you think? Let us know down below:

Comments:

First Hyunjin, and now Y/N, this is so sad to see our group of 9 go down to 7...

It's clearly MNET's fault! You could tell Chan was angry about something before making sure Jeongin was ok

I wouldn't be surprised if Bang Chan went off at the staff, we all saw how annoyed he was in that one vlive...

Our poor maknaes, I hope they're both doing ok! Jeongin, Y/N, fighting!

I hope the rest of the boys are doing ok, now that they're down two members...

The way you can see the moment things go wrong in the performance and Y/N still manages to keep a calm face!

Okay but you wouldn't have been able to tell that Y/N got injured until they showed it after the performance.

Y/N put her phone down sighing. She was glad there was no nasty comments from what she read but she still didn't feel all too optimistic. MNET had blamed someone else for her injuries, and had also denied her requests of participating in the competition once more. Sure, she wasn't fully healed yet, but they could have let her be a part of it somehow without her dancing too strenuously. And no, she wasn't going to accept their request to just sit backstage and watch. In any other world she wouldn't mind doing so, but she knew that MNET would manipulate their footage and craft a vision that reflected badly on her own part.

It had been a couple of weeks since they filmed that performance, and a week since the episode was released, and Y/N was still on bed rest. Anytime a member saw her hobbling about they'd immediately do the thing she wanted for her, or escort her back to her room. Cutting a long story short, she felt like she was in a hell of some kind. Y/N longed for her independence, which added on top of the reasons why she was feeling so angry and upset and just... jumbled at the moment. It wasn't even like she could hang out with Hyunjin, because when the members left for practice, not before checking up on her of course, she would be left alone in the dorms. Hyunjin was spending his hiatus at home at the moment, but she was excited to see him soon after filming for Kingdom was finished.

Shuffling out of bed, and letting out a harsh breath at the pain that hit her mid section, Y/N slowly stood, now having to hobble across her bedroom floor with crutches, careful not to further distress her sprained ankle. Some say she was lucky it was only a sprain, but really it was a pretty severe one that was she lucky it didn't do any permanent damage.

"You should be in bed," Lee Know sternly said, back turned to her as she entered the kitchen.

"How did you know it was me?" Y/N pouted, letting out a groan as she leant against the kitchen counter.

"Here let me, careful, careful," Han gently supported her weight momentarily, helping her into a seat and offering a smile at her.

"Thanks, Hannie," Y/N smiled at her squirrel like member, turning back to Lee Know.

"Not hard to distinguish the difference between crutches and hobbling, to normal footsteps. Plus you normally run in for my breakfasts but you can't do that at the moment," Lee Know tapped Y/N on the nose as he put a plate of pancakes in front of her.

"Hey... don't remind me," Y/N said, shoulders feeling tense as her irritation was evident on her face.

"Yeah, you'd normally be the first one in here," Seungmin chuckled.

"Stop," Y/N slammed her fork down against the table, feeling bad for suddenly lashing out but she also felt so annoyed at the fact she currently couldn't do less.

"Sorry, sorry, we won't mention it no more, unless you want to, okay?" Felix calmed her down, one hand on her shoulder as the other ran through her hair.

"No, it's okay, I'm sorry, it's just... It's really annoying, I've ranted enough about it, you guys already know what I think about it all," Y/N waved her hand dismissively after her apology.

"Doesn't mean we don't want to hear it," Changbin reminded her, as he always did, being the great listener he is.

"Yeah, plus you know you've got our support and the fans' too, right?" Jeongin quietly pitched in, still not fully awake himself.

"I know, I know," Y/N nodded, taking a bite of her pancakes, humming in delight.

"Good?" Lee Know rose an eyebrow from across the table at her, a satisfied smile appearing on his face when she nodded enthusiastically.

Bang Chan emerged from his room just a everyone was finishing breakfast.

"Come on, time to go!"

"You missed breakfast," Changbin tutted at him, Chan only able to respond with a sheepish smile.

"You have to go so soon?" Y/N asked quietly. She could already predict how her day was going to go. Lay down, watch Netflix, sleep, repeat.

"Sorry sweetheart, got a lot of recordings to do today and we need to practice for collab stages on the show," Chan felt bad for his dongsaeng, he could tell she was feeling lonely, but they all tried their best to keep her in the loop.

"I can't even sing on the tracks?" Y/N asked hopefully, but even she knew that the answer would be...

"No, I'm sorry, you know it could make your ribs feel worse if you do. And you know you've got a physio session today, right? Seojun hyung will come round to pick you up and take you there," Chan reminded her, as she let out a groan.

"Ugh, I forgot about that. At least it gets me out of the dorms for an hour or so," she tried to see the positive side.

"See, not too bad!" Jeongin tried to encourage her, but it fell on deaf ears, knowing no one else would want to be in her position right now.

"Can someone help me to the sofa before you guys head out?" Y/N asked awkwardly. She always was awkward when doing so, feeling a guilt of some sorts that crept up on her in these types of situations.

"If we must," Seungmin playfully rolled his eyes, but was gentle nonetheless as he and Felix supported her onto the sofa.

"You comfy?" Felix double checked, shoving a pillow underneath her lower back to help with the healing of her ribs.

Y/N nodded as she took in some deep breaths, the short walk from the kitchen to the lounge leaving her a bit breathless.

"Are you sure you'll be okay, Y/Nnie?" Han bit the top of his thumb worriedly.

"I'm fine, I've got Netflix to keep me company for now, I'll see you guys later," Y/N didn't even look at them as they left, turning the TV on and hoping to block out her jealousy and irritation.

There was a knock on the door before it was unlocked and Y/N couldn't believe that she had already watched 6 episodes of Modern Family.

"Hi Seojun oppa," Y/N greeted him as he helped her stand and grabbed her crutches.

"Hi, Y/Nnie, how are you feeling today? Ready for your physio?" Seojun said warmly.

"I'm never ready, you know that," she laughed as he helped her out of the dorms and took her to the physio session.

On the way there they listened to some music, and Y/N fought deep within herself to not put her all into singing along. She couldn't make things worse. She wanted to recover as soon as possible.

Throughout the session Y/N herself felt like she was making good progress. Seojun and her physiotherapist, Soyeon, praised her as she did her exercises.

"So, only 2 more weeks left, yeah? Then it's been 4 weeks like you said and I can start working again," Y/N said with a big smile on her face. She was in a good mood from how the session went, which was soon to disappear.

"Yes, I did say 4 weeks, but I also said 4-6 weeks. Unfortunately it seems like your body is taking longer to heal than we initially expected, which isn't anything to worry about but I believe your healing process will be more in the 6 weeks," Soyeon informed Y/N, feeling bad for the younger girl.

"Right, okay, yeah, that's fine... thank you as always, Soyeon," Y/N said with a tight lipped smile and turned to Seojun with a look that said 'I want to go home now'.

And he complied. The manager felt bad, hearing the sniffles Y/N tried to hide during the journey back to the dorms. But knowing the girl, he didn't want to make a big deal of it, and simply passed her a tissue, knowing she would be thankful.

He helped her back into the dorms and took her to bed, letting her rest and feeling slightly reluctant to leave, he eventually did, sending a text to the other Stray Kids members to let them know how she was doing.

'Y/N isn't feeling too cheery. Not a good result to the session today, she's back home now. Could do with some comfort I think.'

And with that, the boys rushed home as soon as they could, not wanting their fellow member to be feeling upset. They knew she was angry, but they hadn't really seen her sadness or tears since the day her injury happened.

"Y/N?" there was a tentative knock on the door.

But Y/N didn't answer, she was too busy being curled up warmly under her duvet, her own sobs sounding muffled to her as she listened to some sad music through her airpods.

"Y/Nnie, hey sweetheart," Chan said softly, brushing her hair out of her face and removing her airpods.

"Adele? Damn she is going through it," Seungmin muttered to himself as he put the listening device to his ear, wincing lightly when Changbin heard and smacked him on the back of the head.

"Go away," Y/N tried to pull the duvet over her head not wanting the boys to see her upset but failed.

"Hey, hey, none of that, what happened at the physio appointment today?" Chan asked worriedly, thumbs swiping away the tears that ran down her face.

"Was it something serious?" Jeongin asked frowning, hoping that it wouldn't be.

Felix sat around the other side of Y/N cuddling her behind gently, for comfort.

"I've got 4 more weeks of this. 4 more weeks of doing nothing," Y/N sniffled, Felix rubbing her stomach in circles with his hand that was draped lightly across her midriff.

"I thought it was 2 more weeks?" Lee Know wondered out loud.

"Me too, but now I'm stuck here like this for even longer. Something about not healing as they expected," Y/N hiccuped on her sobs.

"Calm down, you're working yourself up, it'll be ok, those weeks will fly by," Changbin soothed her as he patted her head.

"I just hate doing nothing. I feel like I'm making you guys do all the work and making you babysit me when I should be pulling my own weight," Y/N confessed after calming herself down a bit.

"It's not like that at all. Plus, we love babysitting our maknae," Han let her know, patting her leg from where he was perched on the bed.

"Speak for yourself," Seungmin joked, making Y/N laugh, and then stop from the pain in her ribs.

"Here, silly, take these," Lee Know handed her some paracetamol to take, shaking his head fondly at her.

"I'm not silly," Y/N sleepily muttered after taking the tablets, leaning back into Felix's arms.

"You are for thinking you're making us do all the work," Chan sighed, still smiling at the girl.

"Yeah, don't worry, there's plenty for you to do when you're up and about," Lee Know said with a devilish smirk.

"That's fine by me," Y/N yawned, eyes fluttering shut.

"She's the only person I know that can sleep so comfortably at the idea of having lots of work to do," Jeongin shook his head with wide eyes.

"Told you, works like a charm," Lee Know laughed quietly at his shocked face.

They all stayed until she fell asleep, leaving just her and Felix in the room in peace.

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The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along. Smut, dirty talk, spanking, finger fucking, no protection (wrap it before you tap it babies), smut, creampie, Aemond being a douchebag.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader, Modern!Cregan x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Bit of a longer chapter than usual here, hehe. You should know me by now, I hate cutting them up, so I hope this feeds you well. Cregan Stark my beloved, take me now ;)

Chapter 4: Bunny

By the time you had gotten through four episodes of Dance Moms, you heard keys in the front door. Sitting up, you turned your head towards the entrance, listening as Aemond dropped his keys into the bowl beside yours and made his way down the hall. 

His towering frame entered the lounge room, silver hair pulled away from his face in a low bun. Turning to the sound of the television, Aemond lifted his eye towards you, giving you a short and curt nod in greeting. 

“Hey.” You greeted back, watching him disappear into his room. You listened as the door shut behind him with a click. 

What was his deal?

Was he always this rude? Or just cripplingly shy? 

But to you, he didn’t seem shy, and now that you thought of it, Helaena had only described him as such when he moved in. Never once before.

Helaena had a great read on people, and he was her brother, they grew up together and were relatively close. Helaena had described her middle brother as many things. Loyal, headstrong, stubborn, but shy just did not seem to fit the ticket, even if she had told you as such.

It made you think that maybe it would be better to have Aegon as a roommate after all.

At least he would talk to you. 

The more you thought about it, the more it intrigued you.

What did he do during the day? Did he work? Did he live off of his parents money? He said he had been studying, but he wasn’t anymore. Aemond truly was a mystery to you, and the less you knew about him, the more you wanted to know. 

Putting your dishes in the sink, you decided to go and talk to the man you would be living with for the next month. And he very well could indulge you. He was under your roof, in your space. It was the least he could do. 

Reaching Helaena’s door, you looked at the small stickers on the wood, rethinking your actions for one moment before you charged forward, knocking. It wasn’t an urgent knock, or aggressive. It was lazy, and casual, and you had hoped that it conveyed the reason why you were there. 

Rustling came from behind the door as you shifted on your feet, waiting as the seconds ticked by, until finally the handle twisted, and Aemond appeared. 

You blinked. 

He was shirtless. 

Aemond looked down at you silently, waiting for you to reveal the reason for your intrusion. And yet as you stood there, looking at the man in front of you, his toned chest and arms on display, small scars littering some of his skin, you felt all the words in your throat shrivel and dry up.

Aemond dipped his head, eyebrows twitching as he looked at you in something you could only describe as slight annoyance, and perhaps amusement. Taking a steeling breath, and trying to keep your eyes above his chest. 

“Hey, have you eaten?” It was the first thing that popped into your head.

Aemond’s eye flicked up and then down your body, and if you hadn’t been concentrating so hard on keeping your gaze on his face, you wouldn’t have noticed it.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks.

“Mm.” He nodded.

His gaze held yours, and tension bloomed around you, “Um, do you want to watch a movie or something?”

Aemond’s lips pursed forward slightly, before he straightened himself, one arm still holding onto the side of the door, “What are you watching?”

“Dance Moms, but we can watch something else if you want?”

Why did you feel so small all of a sudden?

Silence curled around you as you waited for Aemond’s response. 

Then came the rejection.

“I think I’m going to just go to bed.”

Your stomach twisted.

Stepping back away from he door, you gave him a crooked smile and bobbed your head, “No problem. Night.” Spinning on your heel, you walked back down the hall, cheeks hot from embarrassment and a pinprick of spite. 

You didn’t turn back to hear him say goodnight, but you could feel his gaze on you as you moved back to the lounge room. 

The next few days went by with Aemond barely speaking to you. And although he was somewhat polite, his allusiveness to even try and get to know you was wearing down on your patience.

Whats more, was despite his obvious refusal to want to spend time with you, and engage in more than the occasional bout of small talk, you could not escape awkwardly bumping into each other in the house, and a weird energy stretching around the you both. It felt like you were walking on thin ice, one misstep and you were going to fall into the depths below. And it made you angry. 

Why were you the one to feel awkward in your own home?

And on top of all this, Larys had been on your ass more than usual. Constantly hovering over your desk, sending passive aggressive emails, nitpicking your grammar or style in work, to which you would send emails of a similar type back. If you had to write another ‘per my last email’ one more time, you think you would scream. 

The thing that annoyed you the most however?

Was how alluring Aemond was. 

There was no denying that he was attractive, his sharp features adding to his mysterious, and allusive energy. And you thought that was what attracted you the most. The man was entirely a mystery to you, and he knew it.

It was clear he was aware he was getting under your skin in some type of way, because he had begun to smirk and hum to your prodding more often than not.

It was driving you insane.

You were doing your best, or the best that you could, to make Helaena’s brother feel welcome. To make him feel comfortable in your home, but the man had not a shred of decency to do the same. 

So after a long week of tiptoeing around the enigma that had moved into the room opposite you, and the slog of work and leering eyes of Larys Strong, you sat on the train on a Friday evening and sent off a text to Cregan.

Aemond had been in the house long enough, and you needed to let off some steam. 

You smiled at your phone as you got off the train, walking home from work.

Cregan really was a stress reliever for you, and a bloody good one too. Reliable and always on time, you knew that he would be at your door as the clock struck 6, which meant you had about an hour to shower and get yourself ready. 

When you arrived home, you didn’t bother to call out in greeting as you were so used to doing with Helaena, instead silently toeing your shoes off at the door and dumping your keys in the bowl beside the other pair. 

Aemond was home. 

You walked down the hall, and as you turned you saw Aemond stretched out on the couch, phone in hand, with only a shirt and a pair of black nike shorts on. The Targaryen lifted his head and looked at you, almost as though he was waiting for you to speak, but all you gave him was a curt smile as you moved down the hall, hanging your bag on a hook behind your door, before heading straight for the shower. 

You washed and exfoliated yourself, letting the hot water beat against your sore shoulders and back before getting out to apply some light make up. After you had moisturised and gotten yourself ready, you wrapped your towel around your body, checking your phone.

5:30. 

Plenty of time.

Aemond’s head lifted to your body in the towel as you moved to your room, and you felt his heated gaze on the back of your neck, prickling like static. You got inside and shut the door, fishing out a matching pair of lingerie and some cute clothes to throw on. You quickly tidied your room, and before you knew it, you were ready with twenty minutes to spare. 

You walked to the kitchen, hoping to fix up a little plate of snacks for the two of you, Aemond still where he was on the couch. You felt his eye on your the entire time as you fished out a plate and began to put some cheeses and meats on it, giggling to yourself as you remembered Helaena calling it ‘Girl Dinner’.

“I’ve already eaten.” Came Aemond’s voice from behind. 

You frowned, turning slowly to look at him. 

Smug.

Asshole.

“It’s not for you.” You responded, almost shocked at the audacity that this man had. He was really beginning to get under your skin. You turned back around, silently scoffing to yourself as you moved to grab a glass of water. 

You had gotten half way through the glass when a knock at the door alerted you to Cregan’s arrival. A smile wound on your lips as you grabbed the plate, quickly dumping it on the dining room table before you went to the front door. 

Cregan grinned at you, bottle of wine in his hand. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you rose on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips, “Hey.”

“Hi.” He breathed back, voice deep.

Cregan stepped into the apartment, slightly ducking under the frame as you led him down the hallway he had been through plenty of times before.

As he walked behind you, you could smell him. He smelt safe, he smelt warm. A musky scent that had subtle hints of citrus.

When you entered the lounge room, Aemond was no longer lounging on the couch, instead he was sitting stiffly atop the pillows, head turned towards you. As Cregan finally emerged from the halls, the two men exchanged what you could declare, the most uncomfortable of greetings. 

Cregan, being the warm man that he was, smiled at Aemond and offered his name, moving across the room the shake the violet eye’d mans hand. But Aemond made no move to grasp his, and instead looked at it for a beat as he stood, before finally grasping it and offering his name quietly. 

“You’re Helaena’s brother, yeah?” Cregan attempted to diffuse the tension, and Ameond only gave a noncommittal hum back. 

Sensing the awkwardness, you grabbed Cregan’s hand and dragged him to the kitchen, “Lets get some glasses, yea? What did you bring this time?” You could feel Aemond’s eye on your back.

Cregan gave small amused scoff, holding back his true thoughts, “Spiced wine from Dorne.” His deep grey eyes looked down at you, small smirk winding on his cheeks. 

“My favourite!” You chirped, pulling down two glasses for the both of you, before you took him back to the dining table behind the couch, trying to keep your eyes ahead of you instead of meeting the icy one of Aemond’s. 

It was ironic really. 

Cregan was from the North, but had one of the warmest personalities you had ever met. 

Aemond came from a background of legends of fire and dragons, and yet he was icier than snow.

Cregan and you sat at the table for some time, nibbling on your snack plate and drinking the wine as you caught up on the weeks that had gone past without seeing each other. It was friendly and kind, and you felt the weeks tension slowly bleed out of you as you were able to have a normal, actual conversation with someone. 

Before long, you were feeling warm from the wine, or perhaps it was the way that Cregan kept devouring you with his eyes. Aemond still sat stiff backed at the couch, not having moved once, a stark difference to him usually hiding in his room. 

Cregan’s eyes roamed down your body as he pushed his tongue into his cheek. You rested your chin in your palm and lowered your voice, “I could have sworn there was some sort of lingering threat between the two of us.”

The Starks teeth were revealed as his smirk pulled higher on his face. Your breath caught in your throat.

Gods he was handsome.

“I think there was.” His voice was low and deep, rumbling from his chest.

Aemond would have to strain his ears above the telly to be able to hear the two of you, and so you felt safe having the conversation behind him, “I told you what would happen, bunny.”

Your thighs rubbed together beneath the table.

Grinning at the brunette in front of you wolfishly, you leant forward, giving him an ample view of your breasts from the top of your shirt, “Hm, I could just make you sit here with me all night.” You purred.

Cregan’s gaze darkened, head tilting as he looked at your through his lashes, “You think I won’t throw you over my knee right here?”

Your mouth dropped open, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

The way Cregan was looking at you in that moment meant one thing. 

He was deathly serious. 

Standing abruptly, you grabbed the bottle of wine and your glass, balancing your phone between two fingers and motioned for him to follow you to your room. Your skin prickled as you all but sprinted into your bedroom, placing the wine down on your side table as you waited for the hulking figure to follow you in. 

As soon as he entered, he placed his wine beside yours, towering over you.

Your heart raced as you looked up at him, a knowing grin spreading across your face. Every inch of your body was set alight as he continued to look down at you, piercing eyes boring a hole into your head. 

“Get on the bed, bunny.” He commanded, voice lowering to almost a whisper.

Anticipation worked its way through your bones as you could not help the excitement that continued to burst through your veins, and yet still, you could not help but be bratty, knowing that you were playing with fire.

“Why?” You looked up at him, cocking your head, biting your lips to stop you from smiling.

Cregan sighed, “Get on the bed, or I’ll do it for you.”

Your tongue peeked out of your lips as you wet them, “What are you going to do to me?”

Your world tilted as Cregan hoisted you up in his arms, loud giggle flying from your lips as he stalked towards the bed, before throwing you unceremoniously onto it, your body bouncing atop the mattress. 

Cregan smirked, looking down at you as he grabbed your ankles and ripped you to the end of the bed, air squeaking from your lungs, “Such a tease.” He grunted as he parted your legs, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked down at him. 

Cregan knelt at the foot of the bed, hands grazing up your thighs and under your skirt until they reached the edges of your panties. His fingers skimmed over the black lace, eyes peering up at you hungrily.

“Naughty girl. Who’s this for?”

You squirmed at his touch, “No-one.”

“Really?” His large, callused fingers dragged the lace down your legs, swooping them over your knees before tossing them somewhere else in the room, long forgotten as his hands skimmed back up your inner thighs, pausing right before where you needed him most. 

Heat pooled in your gut as you wriggled, trying to get him to touch you.

“Please.” You whispered, pouting down at him.

“Please what, bunny?”

“Please touch me.”

Cregan pressed a short kiss to your knee, causing you to jerk at the warmth, "But you don’t deserve that do you?”

You whined loudly, thrusting your hips up into his hands, “Please Cregan, I’ll be good.”

The man laughed sincerely, “When are you ever been good for me?”

You smirked at him, trying to grab his hands and pull them up, but he didn’t budge. You huffed and flopped back down onto the mattress as the Northerner stood, looking down at you smugly. 

“Strip.”

With quick hands, you ripped off your top and skirt, leaving you in only the small, black, lacy bra. Your hands moved to take that off to, but Cregan stopped you, “Uh uh. Keep that on.” He turned around, grabbing his phone and turning on your speaker, still fully dressed, shoes on, and you bare to him on your bed. 

You shifted in anticipation. 

He turned the music up, you thought a common curtesy for the man who may still be seated on the lounge not too far away, as he stalked towards you, looking down at the way your thighs rubbed together, trying to ease the ache between them.

“Look at you, bunny. So desperate.”

You nodded your head, hand skimming down your body to touch yourself.

“No.” His voice purred, all playfulness gone, “Come here.” A large finger pointed down to where he stood at the end of the bed. 

You wriggled down slowly, keeping your eyes on his as you moved to stand, head craned up to look at him. His finger traced under your chin softly as he looked at you, “You going to be good for me?”

You nodded, leaning your face into his hand, as you reached out to touch him. He let your hands graze over his chest and up to his shoulders, rising on your tip toes to place a kiss at the crux of his jaw. Cregan hummed, large palm spreading across your lower back to press you against him. He shifted his head, bringing his lips to your ear.

“Don’t think you can get out of being a brat.”

With swift hands, Cregan spun you around and pushed you over the bed, your chest and stomach plush to the mattress whilst your legs dangled off the edge.

A small cry slipped past your lips as you landed face first, air pushing out of your lungs. His hand smoothed over your lower back, and you turned your head to look at him. 

Cregan was looking between your thighs, no doubt finding your slick centre. 

“Look at you, so wet already?”

You whined in response, arching your back, the music drowning out the sounds in the room. His other hand began to rub soothing circles against the swell of your ass, and you clenched in anticipation of what was to come next. 

The hand lifted, snapping down onto your flesh with a crack.

You squeaked, heat blooming in your cheek as Cregan cooed you from behind, “Good girl,” He purred, “You’re going to give me ten of these, okay?”

You nodded your head, burying your face into your arms as he lifted his palm again, swatting down on the stinging flesh. The slap rippled through you, and your cry was muffled by the mattress.

You thighs rubbed together as Cregan brought down his hand, again and again. 

By the time he got to seven, your flesh was burning, and you flinched as he brought his hand up to strike you again. You could feel the wetness between your thighs as he tutted, “Come on bun, only three more. Do you think you can be good and take three more?”

You nodded, eyes feeling teary as you squirmed beneath him, hand soothing against the hot flesh of your bum before removing it to strike down again. The hit caused your core to flutter round nothing and you moaned loudly, rolling your back. 

“Good girl, only two more. You’re doing so good for me.”

You keened at the praise and sucked in a breath, feeling his hand come down again.

“Such a good bunny for me. One more, baby.”

Cregan's hand came down a final time with a crack. It filled room, your cry climbing in the space as the song had ended and another had softly begun.

Your face was flushed as he cooed you, praising you for how well you had done, your thighs feeling slick as you rutted against the bed in an attempt to soothe the throbbing.

Lips met your shoulder blade and spine, small moans falling from your lips as Cregan moved down your body, “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.”

“Mm, Yes.” You whined pitifully, spreading your thighs as his hand trailed over your soft, hot skin before diving between your folds.

“Fuck,” Cregan growled, “You’re soaked. You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment, bunny.” He chastised you, fingers parting your folds as he moved over your clit, your body jerking beneath him. 

“Ah, I d-“ Your words caught in your throat, a rasping breath falling form your lips as you felt two of his large fingers push their way inside of you.

The stretch was delicious, and your back arched as the pressed against your walls. 

“Shh.” He dragged his hand back out, before pushing them back in, giving you time to adjust, each stroke of his fingers curling down to rub over the soft spongey patch inside of you. 

You groaned, head turned to the side as you wriggled beneath him, his hand starting a slow pace as he stretched you open. 

“Look how wet you are for me, soaking my hand like such a good girl.”

You hummed in agreement, feeling his thumb begin to swirl around your clit as he continued to drag his fingers in and out of you, increasing his pace.

Cregan began to fuck his fingers in and out of you, the sound of your slick barely drowned out by the music as you whined beneath him.

“S’good. Fuck.” You moaned, hearing him chuckle, the speed increasing. 

You could feel the coil inside of you begin to wind tightly, his hands slowly tipping you over the edge.

Your breath held in your chest as he fucked you with his fingers, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-“

Cregan pulled his hands from within and you whined, your release immediately halting. You heard his deep chuckle behind you as you arched your back, chasing his fingers, “Hnng- No. Please Cregan.” You whined.

His fingers moved mack, slowly pushing inside as he began to rub around your clit, and soon the pleasure that had been building began to climb again, your breathing ragged as you chased your climax. 

But as soon as you almost got to the top, core clenched around his digits, Cregan would pull his hand from you. Ripping your orgasm away.

You sobbed against the sheets, one hand winding down beneath you to reach your clit. 

A sharp pain bloomed through your core as Cregan slapped at your cunt. You hissed.

“No touching. This is your punishment for being a brat. You wanna be bratty with me, I'm going to treat you like a brat. And brats don’t get rewards.”

Tears welled in your eyes, all too desperate to get your release, “Please, Cregan, Please. I'll be good. Please, I just-“

“Shhh. Be good and take it then.”

His digits found their way back to your core, sliding in again, this time adding a third finger, the stretch causing you to whine loudly, wriggling backwards against his hand as he stretched you apart. 

“Good girl. See? You can be good, can’t you?”

You nodded your head dumbly, feeling like you were beginning to float away.

“You be good for me, and I'll let you cum, okay?”

“I'll be good. I'll be good.” You babbled, nodding your head, pushing back down onto his fingers, feeling full with them inside. 

Cregan began to drag them in and out again, his thumb rubbing wet and sloppy circles around your clit as he fucked faster into you, your wetness coating your inner thighs and his hands, no doubt soaking the bed beneath you.

The coil inside of you was ready to break, pleasure mounting and mounting, breath caught in your throat.

“I can feel you squeezing me, are you going to cum?”

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice as he sped up his hand, fingers drilling inside of you, the sloppy sound of your cunt making Cregan groan loudly behind you, watching the way his fingers disappeared inside of your folds.

“Come on then, cum for me.”

His fingers pressed down on the spongey spot inside, as his thumb pressed on your clit.

The coil snapped as you came hard on his fingers.

Eyes scrunched shut, you cried out loudly, writhing on the bed. Your limbs tingled with pleasure as you rode out your orgasm on his hand, the man behind you cooing you through it, and praising you.

“Doing so good, good girl. There you are, so beautiful. You’re so beautiful when you cum. Such a pretty pussy.”

“Fu-ck.” You croaked, his hand finally stilling inside of you.

Your core clenched around him as you came down from your high. You felt weightless, but heavy all at once, limbs like stone as you kept your eyes shut, basking in the glow of your orgasm. 

Rustling came from behind you and the sound of a belt buckle being pulled open. 

“Let me take care of you.” A kiss pressed against your shoulder and you sighed, turning your head to kiss him. His lips moved against yours gently as you felt the buckle of his pants press against the hot skin of your cheeks. It was soothing in a way and you pushed back against him.

“Gonna fuck you, okay?”

You hummed in approval, lifting your hips as you felt Cregan line himself up with your folds.

With one smooth thrust, he entered you, your slick guiding him in as he pressed up into your walls.

“Fuck.” He grit out, feeling you clench down on him.

You whined, the stretch of him causing your already sensitive pussy to throb. But your limbs were too heavy, and so you laid beneath him, eyes closed as you panted. 

Cregan began to fuck into you slowly at first, giving you time to adjust to him, but before long, he was thrusting into your wet heat with vigour, your bed and body jolting with each snap of his hips. Airless gasps were pushed from your lips as his length bullied your sweet spot inside. 

The coil that had been battered before, began to wind again, and you reached a hand back to grab the arm that he had planted beside you. 

“You gonna cum again?” He breathed, the slapping of flesh filling the room.

You nodded sluggishly, “Uh huh. Please.”

“Good girl.” Cregan dipped his head to press a kiss at the crown of your head, in a soothing and sweet manner, a complete contradiction to he way he was rutting into you. 

He sped up his movements, his tip jabbing into the end of your cervix meanly as you cried out, soothed by his shushing and praise.

“Doing so good for me, almost there.”

Two large hands grabbed your hips and pulled you further down the bed, using them to guide you up and down his shaft, fucking into you sloppily as he began to lose himself to pleasure and chase his own peak.

The change in angle deepened his thrusts, and your body seized, cry breaking free as you came again around his cock.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. Fuck.”

Cregan’s thrusts became erratic, the pace faltering.

He came with a cry, collapsing on top of you, careful to not put all his weight on your lungs as his cum coated your walls. You breathed heavily, eyelids heavy as he slowly pushed into you through his climax, small moans whispered into your hair. 

“Fuck.”

You giggled sluggishly, pushing your hips back against him. Cregan hissed, pulling back and out of you, watching as his cum spilled from your folds and down your thighs.

“Stay there.” He kissed your shoulder.

You had no plans to move anywhere anyway, your body feeling like jelly and the sweet hum of your orgasm moving through your limbs. The door opened and closed, and a short while later, Cregan was back in the room with a warm, wet cloth.

He cleaned between your thighs gently, before scooping you up the bed to your pillows, tucking you beneath the blankets as he stripped himself down and curled in behind you, wrapping his large arms around you. 

“You okay?” He whispered into your hair.

You hummed happily, snuggling into his side.

“You’ll need to get up and go to the bathroom soon.” He reminded you, and you whined.

He chuckled, holding you to him tightly.

-

Cregan stayed the night, and you had brushed your teeth together in the bathroom sluggishly, him with the black toothbrush he had left in your apartment once months ago.

The next morning when you woke up, you found that Cregan was already out of bed. Both Aemond and the Stark seeming to be early risers like yourself.

You stretched your limbs before crawling out of bed, bare feet sliding across the floor boards to the kitchen.

Cregan stood in the small kitchen, hulking everything around him. It always made you laugh how big he was, how imposing he could be, but really? He was a big softy.

The Stark was bent over the kettle as he waited for the water to boil. You came up from behind him, pinching his bum cheekily. Cregan jerked with a cry, spinning around with an appalled look upon his face. You both stared at each other for a beat of silence, just the sounds of the kettle coming to boil in the background, before you both fell into a fit of giggles. 

Despite the two of you sleeping together for months, Cregan still didn’t quite know how you liked your tea, and so you moved him out of the way to prepare your own, whilst he made himself a mug of instant coffee, stirring the sand like grains in the hot water until they dissolved. 

You spoke sleepily to one another for a while, leant against the kitchen counters as the sun shone into the kitchen with a soft glow.

The sound of a door opening and closing swiftly made you turn your head, and soon Aemond was walking down the hall, earphones in, and eye ahead on the front door.

“Morning.” You chirped.

Silence.

Aemond did not turn his head to acknowledge you. Nor did he hum, or grumble a good morning. Nor did he even spare you a goddamn glance. He simply kept on, grabbing his keys from the bowl, the front door opening, and then shutting firmly behind him.

“What a dick.” Cregan grumbled.

You sighed loudly, head dropping backwards as you looked at the ceiling.

“You know,” Cregan began, looking at you with something akin to pity, “You can always come stay with me and the boys if you want.”

Giving the Northerner a small smile, you touched his arm gently, “Thanks, but we would kill each other.”

Cregan Stark chuckled warmly, “I suppose we would.”

“Besides,” You started, “I’m not about to let a man chase me out of my own house.”

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thinking about ways i would change the pacing of events in season two to give them more room for breathing, while keeping to the same number of episodes that were available, this is probably what i'd have done:

Episode 1: Impossible Birds: add back in the missing cutscene with izzy and ed featuring ed throwing a knife past izzy, with tally marks - use that scene to explain that these tallies represent the number of raids they've gone on since the end of season 1. izzy is complaining about ed's blackbeard routine, ed snipes that he thought izzy wanted them to be pirates, well this is what pirates do. he's taking that record, putting blackbeard back on the map, isn't that what you wanted, iz? izzy acknowledges to himself that this is not what he wanted.

Episode 4: Fun and Games: right off the bat, i think they could have, instead of the crew voting Ed into a banishment that lasts a single day and which the crew are therefore pretty easily swayed on, they put him on probation in ep 4, with black pete suggesting the bell and frenchie and wee john the outfit, and stede pointing out that ed's very injured so it's not like they couldn't overpower him if something goes wrong. ed's annoyed about the whole thing and still half dead and fucked up from the gravy basket, and after hearing the terms, the crew says he has 12 hours to think about it before they're leaving this area. he takes off for shore, grumbling about it, meets the rabbit and then mary. meanwhile, stede and buttons follow to convince him otherwise and so buttons can explain the gravy basket. they still encounter anne and mary, they still do that whole thing, buttons changing is what convinces ed to do the probation, we end the episode with ed wearing the probation outfit and begrudgingly thumbing the bell. expand the scene where the crew are working on izzy's leg, just to have them talking in general a bit - oluwande is talking to jim about zheng, saying he misses her a bit.

Episode 5: Curse of the Seafaring Life: at the start of ep 5, we imply that it's been a few days to a week maybe, and ed is still on probation. he gives his corporate apology as part of his on-going efforts to show penitence and make up for what he's done, and we get a sense that he's been doing grunt work around the ship - repairing sails, fixing things that were damaged and broken - throughout. the crew's responses to the apology are pretty much the same as in the show, with some "it has been nice to have someone else doing all that shit though, right" about how he's been working. their acceptance of the apology is now equal parts because of the work he's done as well as a joke about corporate apologies working. Ed still feels frustrated about being on probation and stede has had more time to say he hasn't really felt like a captain, so he and stede have their captain voice exchange pretty much verbatim from the show. ed and lucius have been more or less avoiding each other all week, adding more nuance to ed living rent-free in lucius' mind, and ed offering to let lucius push him overboard. ed fishing with fang is part of him finally getting to meaningfully connect with another crew member again since the probation started, and is overall less about sitting with himself and more about him sitting in the moment, not just rushing to plan the next move, fishing is a great activity for having to be here, in this moment. the end credits stinger is the scene with zheng, ricky, and auntie.

Episode 6: Calypso's Birthday: finally, now on ep 6, probation has ended, we indicate that it's been a few weeks, someone mentions off-handedly that lucius and pete have been having a lot of all day marathon sex ever since they became engaged. when they head off to get party supplies, someone mentions maybe they should fetch them, and they all decide to leave the lovebirds to it. because of the added scene to episode 1, we've heard of ned low, and realize aw shit ed planted a seed of trouble back when he decided to go after that record. no other changes. meanwhile in town, olu sees signs of zheng's presence and that she's been here and laments a little about missing her, and wondering if maybe that's a good thing, if she's still pissed at him for what happened.

Episode 7: proceeds as happened in the show, that little bit strengthened by the passage of time, and also olu having actually been talking about zheng.

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[finelinevogue]

the morning after

Gwen and Aria's POV:

"Babe are you ready? It's about to start!" Gwen shouted to Aria from the sofa.

Aria was busy making them both hot chocolates in the kitchen, so they could enjoy a drink whilst watching the newest episode of Love Island together.

"Coming!"

Gwen's face lit up when she saw her girlfriend walk in the room, Aria's tongue slightly sticking out from concentrating on not dropping the drinks. She graciously took her hot drink and made room for Aria to sit down next to her, cuddling close.

"Thank you." Gwen kissed Aria's cheek and Aria kissed her cheek back in response, before both of them quietened down as the Love Island recap appeared on the screen.

"Last time..." Ian's voice sounded over last nights episode montage, "The heart rate challenge got everyone feeling flustered and even took two people to the hideaway."

"Oh my god! I forgot about that!" Aria gasped, watching Y/N and Harry in the hideaway together. "I've missed them so much."

"Babe, they were literally on our screen last night." Gwen laughed, thinking about how Aria had only become hers last night too.

"Feels like a lifetime ago..."

The screen then cut to the present and the episode began.

The lights turned on in the bedrooms and everyone started greeting each other with a good morning. Y/N and Harry's light turned on soon after, but you couldn't see them because they were buried underneath the covers.

"Morning everyone!" Antigoni shone bright as usual. A chorus of mornings replied.

"Do we think anything happened in the hideaway last night?" Ekin-Su asked, sitting up in bed.

"I think so, yes." Antigoni nodded.

"Yeah I think so too." Gemma added, smirking.

"I think Harry would want to take it slow though, y'know?" Luca added, spooning close to Gemma.

"Yeah maybe they didn't do everything." Dami chimed in.

Gwen and Aria sipped their hot chocolates, knowing full well that something happened last night because the cameras were cut off all too soon and they'd spent a lot of time deep under the duvets.

The screen then cut to the couple everyone adored.

Y/N's head was barely poking out the top of the duvet, whilst Harry had the duvet pushed down to his chest. He was smiling down at Y/N, who could be seen smiling up at him.

"What?" Y/N giggled, pulling the duvet more over their head to hide their morning after shyness.

"Hey, don't hide from me. Want to see you." Harry whined, pulling the duvet back down so more of Y/N could be seen. Y/N looked well rested, especially after how stressful the last few days had been. They both looked at peace, a soft morning glow about them both.

"Better?" Y/N's face now clearly seen by Harry.

"Would be better if y'gave me a morning kiss." Harry negotiated.

"Hey, sounds like you." Aria laughed, nudging Gwen's side. Gwen responded by flicking Aria's ear with her finger.

"I have morning bre–" Y/N couldn't find her sentence before Harry's lips were on hers. Y/N moaned in delight as Harry's lips softly brushed over theirs, feeling those emotions from last night all over again. They were both still sore and spent in places that hadn't been active in a while, but they would never get tired of kissing one another.

Harry made sure Y/N knew he loved kissing them with morning breathe and all, pushing her down into the bed more as he grew hungry for more of them.

"Wait.. Wait." Y/N spoke, pushing Harry away only slightly.

"What? Y'okay? Y'hurting anywhere? Is it your head?" Harry asked with concern, moving his hand to touch the back of Y/Ns head where they had fainted the other day.

"No, no. I'm fine. Just I won't want to stop if we keep going." Y/N explained.

"Also sounds like you." Aria added.

"Will you stop comparing me to Y/N and Harry for five minutes..." Gwen laughed. "We've been together for less than a day."

"And yet you've kissed me more times than a married couple of 50 years have ever kissed."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Gwen rolled her eyes, but not before kissing Aria.

Harry leant down to kiss Y/N once more, kissing their nose too just because he could, before flopping back down on his back. His arm wrapped around Y/N's body and pulled them close, wanting to feel her body on his for just a little bit longer.

He kissed the top of Y/N's head and Y/N kissed over Harry's chest, resting a hand over his heart and tracing over the tattoo's nearby.

"H?"

"Mm?"

"Would you ever get a tattoo for me?" Y/N asked.

"Obviously. In fact i've already planned it." Harry explained.

"I can't with him. He's too much." Aria squealed and Gwen pouted in agreement.

"Oh yeah? And what are you getting?"

"Your name across my forehead, but backwards so every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of you." Harry said so seriously that you would think he was being serious, but Y/N could tell by the affliction in his voice that he was joking.

"I would break up with you if you ever did that, just so you know."

"Wha... Why?" Harry gasped in fake hurt.

"Actually," Y/N sat up to look over his face, pushing back his hair to study his head. "Yeah, to be honest, your forehead is quite big. Could do with filling it out a little."

"Right, you. You just lost cuddle time with Beetroot tonight." Harry tried to be stern, unfolding his arm from around Y/N and turning his back to them, but he couldn't stay mad for long. Not even when he was pretending to be mad.

"No!" Y/N launched themselves over Harry's body, trying to defend themselves and Beetroot.

"I fucking love them so much." Gwen said perfectly.

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can you please do a snake jay X reader basically you know the episode once bitten twice shy well in this jay is parliamentary a serpentine it's been over a month so everyone is used to it but jay is still a bit nervous and anxious about it so the reader help him both jay and the reader just cuddling and other fluff stuff and jay is just happy to have the reader as his girlfriend (the reader and jay are already dating this takes place a few month after the episode so everyone is used to jay being a serpentine only jay and the reader are in this)

This is too adorable!! I really hope I did it justice o7

Word count: 759

Ninjago - Comforting Part-Serpentine Jay

Jay had been staring at the full-body mirror for five minutes straight now. Occasionally he would reach and touch the glass or poke at his fangs or run a hand over his scaly skin, but for the most part he was just staring silently at his reflection. 

You knew that he had a habit of ruminating, which always made his anxiety worse. You weren’t going to let him do this to himself.

You put your book down, furrowing your eyebrows. “Jay,” you called, frowning at his complete lack of response. It was as if you weren’t even there.

“Jay,” you said again, more firmly this time.

“Hm?” He replied after a moment of silence. You could tell he wasn’t really paying attention to you.

Standing up, you made your way across the room. You stood behind Jay, looking into the mirror with him now. You looked at his eyes’ reflection, gently placing your hand on his shoulder as he raised his gaze to meet yours. He gave a small smile, but the disturbed look in his eyes gave him away. It was a look you could recognize a mile away; he was anxious about something. No doubt about it.

You placed your chin atop your hand on his shoulder, pressing your cheek against his. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

Jay lowered his gaze again, watching his hands fidget where they were clasped at his abdomen. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Let a long breath out through his nostrils.

“I look sscary,” he said finally, “like a ssnake.”

“Well, you are part serpentine now,” you hummed casually. You were used to it by now. The others were, too. It was just a fact of life that you had all learned to accept; except Jay, apparently, you realized with a saddened heart.

“People are going to be sscared of me when I try to help them. They’ll think I’m… I’m one of…”

You didn’t let him finish the thought. “People don’t do that anymore, remember? When was the last time someone tried to fight back when you helped them?”

“An old man hit me with hiss walker.”

You suppressed a snort at the memory. Instead, you smiled gently. “That was two weeks ago. Haven’t you noticed that people aren’t scared of you anymore? Just on our last mission, no one batted an eye, even when you took off your mask. Word’s spread that you’re part serpentine; people know this. They aren’t scared of the serpent-ninja.”

Jay’s brows shifted as he thought. You could see his expression soften a little as your words resonated in his head, but there was still doubt. 

“What about the oness who don’t know?”

“Some rock they’d have to be living under. Maybe they’re serpents themselves!” You grinned at the little smirk you got from him. “If they try anything, I’ll beat ‘em up for ya.”

Jay snorted, turning to face you. Still smiling, he planted a quick kiss on your forehead. “Thanks. I’ll hold you to that, you know.”

“You better. No one gets to be mean to my boyfriend for being different.” Then, pecking his face between each word, you added: “Especially (kiss) when (kiss) he (kiss) looks (kiss) so (kiss) cute!”

Jay chuckled, trying to push your face away to no avail. “Okay, okay, enough!”

Things escalated quickly into a play-fight, which ended with you both on the floor, giving up only because your laughter drained your energy. 

You clung to Jay’s side, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder in an attempt to muffle your own giggles. He wrapped his arm around you, his hand resting on the small of your back. Your bodies gradually eased from convulsing laughter to more steady breaths, synchronized perfectly with one another.

Your laughter long gone but your smile still lingering on your lips, you looked up at him. He looked back at you with pure joy in his eyes; no trace of the worry that had plagued him a mere few minutes ago. Now you really beamed. There were few better feelings for you than knowing you had helped your worrywort boyfriend be just a little less anxious. 

You were willing to be patient, listen to him, offer as much reassurance and comfort as he needed. That was why he loved you so immensely. You were the ice pack to his headache, a headache that few people had patience for. But you were special. You, and only you, were the one for him.

“I’m sso glad you’re my girlfriend.”

Thank you for this cute request!! And thank you for reading <33 take care loves!

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #jay walker #jay walker x reader #jay x reader #jay ninjago

[vroom63]

Emotions // F.D

Warnings: smut, language, alcohol, unprotected sex (plz be responsible irl), some angst

Summary: Felipe confronts you about the way you've been acting

Word count: 1.7k

Authors note: this took a turn from what I originally had planned, but oh well... not beta read or edited as per usual

You could feel his eyes on you. His stare lingering, sending shivers up your spine. His eyes had been glued to you from the moment you set foot in Marcus’ apartment. You had agreed to help out with the podcast after Silverstone, but you had been held up in the paddock for so long, you arrived in the middle of filming. Felipe had seemed out of it, not really keeping up with Marcus, James and Clem. You were roused from your thoughts as James and Marcus wrapped up the episode. 

“Peach, are you coming out with us tonight?” Marcus asked, offering you a shot of tequila. Declining the offer, you answered “Sorry Kiwi, I have a date with my bed. I fly out tomorrow morning.”. He mumbled something about only living once before downing the shot and chatting to Clem and James about the plans for the evening.

You could feel Felipe behind you before he said anything. “I’m headed back to the hotel if you need a ride,” he offered. You surveyed him closely. “You’re not going out with the boys?” you asked. “Nope, I’m on the same flight as you tomorrow. Whole team is flying together, which you would have known if you hadn’t been avoiding me since Monaco.” he said, a slight edge to his voice. You had been avoiding him, burying yourself in work, but you hadn’t thought he had noticed. As if he could read your mind, he added “what, you didn’t think I would notice? I woke up to an empty bed, a horrible hangover and radio silence. I’m not stupid.”.

The thing was, you weren't sure he even remembered Monaco. He had been plastered, not that you had been much better. You had ended up in his bed, pressed against his sheets, and though you didn’t have any regrets, you didn’t know how to face him. You couldn’t meet his eyes. Choosing to ignore what he had said, you said “I do need a ride, thanks for offering.”. Felipe seemed to be contemplating saying something else, but chose not to. This was probably not the best setting to have this conversation.

The tension in the lift up to the floor the team was staying on, was so thick you had trouble breathing. You knew Felipe had the room across the hall from you, so when he walked with you along the hallway you weren’t surprised. You looked up at him as you stopped outside your door, “thanks for the ride, I’ll see you tomorrow.” you said, still not meeting his eyes. “Y/N.” his voice was stern, “look at me.”. For the first time in over a month, you met those beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that were swimming with unsaid words and emotions. “Can we talk about this please?” he asked. Nodding your head once, you opened the door to your room and held it open for him.

Not knowing what to do or say, you remained standing with your back to him as the door closed. He was behind you in a flash. You could feel the heat from his body radiating towards you. “Why did you leave?” he asked, “why did you pretend nothing happened? Why are you avoiding me?”. It was clear from his voice that he was hurt and confused. The two of you had danced on the edge of more for years, but nothing had really happened until Monaco. Slowly turning around, you looked up at him. “I panicked. And I didn’t think you’d remember, considering the amount of alcohol you had consumed.” you said, trying to justify your actions. Truth was, you were scared. Things could never go back to normal after this. 

“I didn’t drink as much as you thought I did. I may have had a hangover when I woke up, but that was nothing to the feeling when I realized you were not there. Everything from that night is crystal clear.” he said, sounding frustrated, “Every single thing, from the way it felt to finally have your lips against mine, to the sweet sounds you made, to the feeling of peace as I fell asleep with you in my arms.”. His words were stirring something deep inside you, and you could feel the burn of tears in your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you said, “I didn’t know.”. “Didn’t know what exactly?” he countered, “that I’d remember, or that I have been in love with you for ages?”. 

The last statement seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room. “What?” you whispered. “Peach, I have been in love with you since I joined MP back in the day. I didn’t know what to do about it, then in Monaco I was so sure you felt the same way. And then I woke up to an empty bed.” he said, and you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You let them fall, surging forward to kiss him. The anxiety and stress from the last month seemed to melt aways as Felipe wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “I love you too,” you whispered as you came up for air. He grinned against your lips, tapping your thigh to indicate that you should jump. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he began assaulting your neck with kisses and bites as he moved towards the bed.

Felipe sat down with you in his lap, slowly laying back against the shee as you continued your makeout session. It didn’t take long for your hips to start moving against him, drawing the most beautiful sounds from him. His hands found your hips, guiding your movement as he sucked on your neck. The different sensations sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, making you whimper as your hands found purchase in his hair. 

“Felipe,” you moaned as the fabric of your jeans rubbed your clit in the most perfect way, “baby please.”. Without needing any more words, Felipe dragged your shirt over your head, popped the button of your jeans and rolled you over on your back before you could comprehend what was happening. He quickly got rid of your jeans, followed shortly by his clothes joining yours on the floor. His hands wandered over your hips, caressing your skin with the lightest touch. You had been craving his touch for the last month, and the way he was teasing was driving you crazy. “Baby, we can take our time later, but if you don’t get that delicious cock of yours inside me right this moment, I will find my toys and do it myself.” you threatened, making Felipe let out a laugh. 

“Always so impatient.” he said, but dragged his cock along your slit, lining up with your entrance regardless. A high pitched moan left you as he sank into you, filling you in the best way. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” he groaned, lips attacking themselves to you neck again. You had no word to describe the feeling of him fucking you, even though the pace he set felt more like making love than fucking. “More,” you begged, all rational thoughts had left the chat ages ago. He did as you asked, picking up the pace as he adjusted your position. He suddenly withdrew, causing you to protest loudly. “Relax honey, I’m just making it better for you.” he said, a smile present in his voice.

He slid a pillow under your ass, effectively lifting your pelvis up from the bed. Sliding back in, you could feel him hitting your g-spot with every thrust. “Fuck, Felipe,” you moaned, having no other thoughts in you brain than Felipe, Felipe, Felipe. He put a hand on your lower abdomen, pressing down slightly, and you swore you could see stars. The orgasm hit you like a freight train, coming out of nowhere. You had never had an orgasm as intense as this one, and it felt like an eternity before you came down from the high. 

As the ringing in your ears stopped, you noticed two things. Felipe panting like he had run a bloody marathon, and the pillow underneath you felt wet. Looking down, you were met with the sight of Felipe's abs, absolutely drenched. Realizing what had happened, you felt a blush rise in your cheeks. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life.” Felipe sighed, dropping down on your chest, effectively pinning you to the bed. “I missed your orgasm? Damn it, that's the best part.” you complained, feeling him shake with laughter. “I promise baby, there will be many more to come.” he said, voice slightly muffled by your tits. You just laughed, running your nails along his scalp, feeling perfectly at peace for the first time in a long time. 

Waking up in Felipe’s arms felt like a dream. At first you were not sure that it was real life, but the ache in your abs confirmed that it was indeed, real life. Slowly getting out of his arms, you set towards the bathroom, flicking the light on as you went. The second you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you let out a loud shriek. “FELIPE DRUGOVICH, HOW THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT ME TO COVER THESE UP?!” you screamed, stalking back to the bed, where a sleepy Felipe looked back at you. The moment he saw your neck he was reduced to a fit of giggles. The entire expanse of your neck was filled with deep purple bruises, screaming what you had been up to the night before. “You are lucky I love you,” you said, going back to the mirror to assess the damage. “I love you too,” he called from the bed, still laughing. You shook your head, steeling yourself for the teasing comments Clem would throw at you later.

#felipe drugovich x reader #felipe drugovich fic #felipe drugovich smut #felipe x y/n #f2 smut #f2 fanfic #f2 fic #f1 smut #f1 fanfic

[cogentranting]

So episode 7 felt very off. I saw some people saying that it was because of changes from the books that took the mystery out of it, and I don't remember the book well but I don't think that's it. I think it's an editing issue. The events that were going on should have been exciting and weren't. Especially the scene with Cerberus and then when Annabeth gets left behind-- it was strange how little tension there was in those scenes, and I can't put my finger on why. I'll grant, the lack of mystery/suspense absolutely was the issue with the Crusty scene, but I don't blame them as much for that because it seemed to me a case of them wanting to include but not really having space for it, so instead they just cut it down to a brief scene almost as a nod.

BUT I think the bigger issue is WHY they didn't have space for it because it does seem to me like the show doesn't quite have its pacing figured out. 1 and 2 felt like they would be a good pace... if the season were 10 or 12 episodes, not 8. We were a quarter of the way through the show before Percy learned he was the son of Poseidon. 3 and 4 I thought were great. 5 was maybe a little slow but overall well done. 6 I could go either way. I think you COULD do a full episode on the Lotus Casino, but you also could have cut it to half an episode (and given the second half to Crusty) and still done it well-- I mean, the movie does the casino in 5 minutes and is maybe equally effective (just for that part)). As it was the episode felt kinda boring, but I think that was more a lack of stakes because Percy and Annabeth never seem in danger of really forgetting. But episode 7 definitely felt rushed, and I think far too much pivotal stuff is in that point for it to feel that rushed.

If i had to rearrange it, I would definitely move Crusty into episode 6 with the Lotus Casino; honestly you wouldn't even have to cut that part down because as it is that episode is tied for the shortest, a full 10 minutes shorter than the longest episode. Then keep episode 7 the same length or even make it a little longer and give everything more breathing room. I think you could maybe also do some rearranging by either extending the last episode to be like 50 minutes (rather than the standard 30 or 40) and/or combining the first two episodes into 1 longer than average episode and adding a whole extra episode into what is currently just 7 and 8.

#percy jackson #overall i do like it #just to be clear. #but yeah it needs... tinkering.

[dandelionjedi]

I've been meaning to spread some Andor love for a while. Huge thank you to the people at @andorappreciation for giving me a push to put my thoughts out into the world! I've loved seeing everyone's posts, and wanted to throw in my two cents. Warning: Long post incoming, continues after the cut

I think Andor is the best thing Star Wars has put out since the last 4 episodes of The Clone Wars show (which were amazing, and another thing I could go on about, but that’s not today’s theme). I’d say it’s the most consistently good thing Star Wars has put out, ever. Please keep in mind I am not much of a critic, but still. I’ve watched a lot of Star Wars stuff.

Please note the "consistently good". There's so much Star Wars stuff out there, it's hard to say what's the 'best'. And best is very subjective! I think Andor is noteworthy for having 12 episodes that all felt equally great. There were certainly some that stood out above the rest (One Way Out comes to mind), but none of them seemed worse than the others, or out of place.

Most Star Wars media has a "it was really good, but...". The original trilogy was all around pretty good, but I'm more of a prequel era person. That being said, I'll be the first to admit that the prequels had some room for improvement, especially in the dialogue department. The Clone Wars show was very good, but there were a lot of lackluster episodes in between the main plot. Rebels was good, but it was aimed at a younger audience, and doesn't quite stand up to some of the other shows. The Mandalorian was good, but definitely fell apart in later seasons (which I'm aware Andor could still do). I could go on. We'll need to see how they do with future seasons, but I have nothing but good things to say about season 1.

Andor was visually amazing, in a way that The Mandalorian and other recent live action shows haven’t quite gotten. I think some of it can be attributed to them shooting on more practical sets. One of the most breathtaking settings was shot in the Scottish Highlands. There were wide aerial drone shots that they never would have been able to get without being on location.

They also used color really, really well. Whenever the show was in Empire territory, everything was bright lights, hard lines, sharp corners. Black and white and gray, clean outlines without a speck of dust. Outside their control, everything became more natural. It was gritty and dirty, with lots of neutrals. On Ferrix, there were rusty earth tones. On Aldhani, beautiful green rolling hills. On Kenari, earthy greens and jungle vines. When Luthen goes underground on Coruscant, it immediately shifts from bright lights to soft shadows. Away from the Imperial color scheme, back towards the natural colors of the Rebels.

When you go back to Coruscant, in Mon Mothma’s house, you can still see the influence of the Empire. While the colors have shifted from black and white, everything else screams Empire. The same crisp lines and hard shapes. It’s pretty, but empty. Much like the life she lives. You can try to cover it up, but she’s still in the Empire’s home base.

Every location was visually recognizable. As soon as you see the screen you can tell where the characters are. And so much of it was new! No more sandy Tatooine, full of characters that all inexplicably know one another. Every location was new, or made sense to be added, but it still felt connected with the rest of Star Wars.

There were also so many amazing visual moments. The whole scene with the Eye of Aldahni was breathtaking. Tragic, poetic, and visually stunning. I loved watching Mon Mothma play her political game on Coruscant. There were a few shots of her completely alone in the frame that took my breath away. Cassian had a similar shot on Kenari, looking out over the quarry. Luthen in the tunnel. The prisoners on Narkina 5. The final march on Ferrix.

I also loved the costumes. Not even in a "look at the attention to detail" way, just an "I want that outfit. I WANT IT!!!"

All the characters were so well developed, even those that only got a little bit of screen time. Everyone had a personality, their own quirks and motives. Everyone contributed to the story in their own way, no matter how small. On both sides too, Empire and Rebellion. The one thing about characters I do have to say is I have my fingers crossed that Dedra and Syrill don't get together. Just, please no.

And the music. The bells. The native people of Aldahni. The funeral march. It was so, so, so good.

The dialogue was also spectacular, but if I were to talk about that it would pretty much be me quoting various lines and saying “Listen to that! Wasn’t it amazing? IT WAS SO AMAZING!!!!" So I’m just going to say it was ridiculously good and leave it at that.

The whole show is dark, gritty, and down to Earth. We know, going into it, how the story ends. We know pretty much everyone is doomed. But they still make us care. The ending was amazing, tying up loose ends, and feeling like a fulfilling ending, while still leaving plenty of story threads to pick up at a later date. The final scene, of the Death Star coming together, means we can't forget for a moment how the story ends, no matter how much we might wish otherwise.

I loved it. (You probably had no idea). I would highly recommend it, regardless of whether or not you’re a Star Wars fan, or have even ever watched a Star Wars movie. If you’re not convinced, just watch the teaser trailer. The teaser trailer specifically, it’s so good, I’ve probably watched it at least a dozen times. Those bells!

Some other random notes:

Brasso seems like a really nice guy. Just, kudos to him for being a really great friend. And him hitting the Imperial guy over the head with the brick was great.

LGBTQ+ in space!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!

I am obligated to point out the sheep. Real, live, sheep. Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t those sheep the first normal Earth animals to make it into Star Wars? No fancy prosthetics, just normal sheep (that breed of sheep naturally has 2+ pairs of horns). They’re Hebridean sheep, by the way. In case you were wondering.

Also Bix is pretty and I want her jacket

Small note: I'd love to add some screenshots/gifs to this post, but I'm a little confused about tumblr etiquette for that type of thing. I know GIF making is it's own thing, that takes some effort, so do people not generally post gifs from shows that they didn't make? What about random screenshots from google? Probably overthinking things, but if someone could explain that to me I'd appreciate it.

One other small note: A lot of this is taken from a post I made on my Instagram account. I would be incredibly surprised if anyone sees both posts, but I thought I should mention that. I'm not linking my Instagram because I keep it separate from my fandom life, and I'd like it to stay that way. The Andor post was an exception.

#andor #andor appreciation week #star wars #andor is amazing #andor show #cassian andor #my post #my posts

[at1nys-blog]

Snowy days

Pairing: Shiro Fujimoto x fem!reader

Summary: She loves the snow, it takes her back to her happiest memories. She loves Shiro Fujimoto deeply.

A/N: I don’t like the Renzo ff, so while I re-write that take this one instead; -71 days until season 3

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IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: MAIN SPOILER EPISODE 2 SEASON 1 OF THE ANIME AND VOLUME 1 (I don’t remember in which chapters happens but I know is at the beginning so…) SO SKIP THIS ONE THANK YOU

Waking up she felt the air was different. The event of the night before flooding her mind in a second. She had to pinch herself, a couple of times, no multiple times, the pain of the action overpowering the one of her loss.

Looking outside the window she took a deep breath and mentally got ready to start the day. The plan was simple: have breakfast; get ready; go to the graveyard with Rin, Yukio and the others; heading to True Cross Academy. She had to tell Kuro about the incident.

The church was silent if you didn’t count whoever was fixing the altar. No one dared to talk; there was no music playing and the twins weren’t fighting. It was too silent.

Entering the kitchen Izumi greeted her but his voice and words didn’t get registered by her, she didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Taking a seat at the table the girl said Grace in silence, she might have been a demon but since Shiro saved her and took her under his wings it became an habit for her to say Grace before every single meal.

“Is she doing okay?” Asked Naoya entering the room.

“Not really. She didn’t say a word since she woke up.” Answer Izumi keeping his eyes glued on her. He was worried for her, thinking that the second he was to let his guard down she was going to do something dangerous.

“I’ve heard she is going to tell Kuro about Father.” Naoya added, his friend only nodded. “Poor thing, I wonder how is he going to take the news.” was the last thing he said before taking his tea and leaving the room; Izumi on the other hand was still checking on her.

The funeral was fast, Shiro had made it clear he didn’t want anything to pompous, nor something long. A short and easy farwell was what he wanted.

She cursed at him, stupid clergy man thinking about how he wants to leave this Earth. Multiple times she asked him to stop, that his time wasn’t coming anytime soon but she had to know better: humans have a time limit, a limit that could come anytime in their life; humans die; humans are not as strong and resilient as demons.

It started to rain, at some point during the day it started to rain. Heavily as if Heaven was mourning too the loss of a great man that Shiro Fujimoto was.

She took out his glasses, she loved them, the reason why she was attached to them couldn’t be found, and she tried to find a reason, she truly did but nothing. She simply loved them.

She started talking, after Rin left with Mephistopheles she gained the courage to speak to his grave.

“I can’t believe you left me alone with the twins, we were supposed to rise them together you old man. And Kuro, how am I supposed to tell him? What am I supposed to do with him?” Taking a break she took a deep breath, she never thought it was going to be this hard. “Rin regrets everything he says, you know it, but is going to be a long way before he understands is not his fault you died.” She had to stop once again. She couldn’t believe it, he was dead. The man that saved her all those years ago; the man she was desperately in love with was gone and she couldn’t do much about it.

“Y/N Mephisto is waiting.” Yukio’s voice grounded her, a little, just that much to bring her back on Earth and noticing that she couldn’t put off talking with Kuro. He had to know, as soon as possible. She thanked him, in a whisper that the wind took away with him, in a whisper just for the two of them to hear, a whisper so delicate like her aching heart.

The drive was filled with Mephisto trying to start a conversation while she looked outside.

“He was meant to leave this place. He is…”

“Human. Pheles do you think I don’t know? Do you think I wanted to fall in love with him knowing I was going to see him go no matter what? We are not any different than humans when feelings are involved.” She looked him deep into his eyes, trying to find some comfort from him. “I… loved him Mephisto, and he left me too soon.”

“A demon in love, I had to see this myself.” He joked and before she could shut him up or defend herself he spoke again. “Just know is going to take a while, to heal I mean. And I’ll hurt, just… I’m here for you if you need to talk.” She looked back at him, lips trembling. “Or cry.” He added and she started to cry as on cue. It was the firs time since the accident.

Mephisto sat next to her, hugging her shaking body and assuring her everything was going to be fine. Eventually.

She didn’t want to. She didn’t know how to do it and seeing the situation in front of her, somewhere inside of her told her he knew already.

“Can you handle him?” Asked one of the guards. Y/N just nodded, she knew how to handle him. She knew most of the times when Shiro was with her, guiding her movements and sharing tips on how to. But now? She hoped for the best.

Kuro sensed her. Her presence radiated comfort, warmth and if she was there Shiro was there too. That was the usual. The every day basis. Where one went the other was around. That is how it was supposed to be.

Where is Shiro? Is he hiding somewhere? The voice of the cat echoing in her brain. It broke her heart hearing those questions. Because Shiro wasn’t hiding anywhere around.

“Oh Kuro, I am so sorry. He is gone.”

No, he isn’t gone. He can’t be gone.

“He is. He sacrificed himself to protect us. He died as the brave man we know he was. He… I am sorry Kuro I wasn’t strong enough to save him. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Is okay if you hate me now, I let you down, didn’t I? Is okay you can hate me as much as you want but please don’t hope for him to come back. He is gone.” She started crying, Kuro followed her, both demon and familiar sharing a pain bigger than what they imagined impossible to feel for a human being.

Kuro turned into his pocket size and she took him in her arms, the cat kept on crying like a baby, which he was. No matter how long he had been rooming Earth right now he was a baby, crying the death of his loved dad.

Shiro was like a father to the familiar, since he was saved by the priest he felt at home with him. Sure with Y/N too but with Father Fujimoto the connection was deeper, it came from the deep of his heart and invaded all inches of his body. He had loved Shiro Fujimoto hard and those feelings weren’t going away that easy.

Demon and familiar talked on their way to Mephistopheles’ office, reminiscing the old days. They laughed a couple of times remembering how embarrassing Shiro was at times.

He loved your smile. Said the cat at some point. He loved seeing you smile. He kept on saying. Shiro love you too. That felt like a punch to her guts. She knew her feeling were reciprocated, maybe he never confessed but his actions spoke louder than words. She knew he had loved her in the little things he did; in the way he spoke to her; his body language was clear enough. Everything in him said “I love you.”

She smiled at the familiar when an idea came to mind.

“Kuro, would you like to meet Rin and Yukio?” Since Father had took in the kids he always talked about them to the cat. He told him how Yukio was the first one to learn how to walk; how Rin grew up to be a protective older brother; Kuro came to know how Yukio started studying to be an Exorcist and that he was the youngest teacher at the cram school. Kuro never met the twins but with all the stories Shiro shared, it was like he did.

Demon Mephistopheles walked out his office the moment Y/N walked by, and when she didn’t stop to get inside she called her name.

“I know where your office is, I just think I have a better idea.” She knew what was happening to the cat if she had a talk with Mephisto. The Order most probably wanted him to be caged somewhere and she couldn’t bear the thought, so why not let him stay with her and the twins?

“You know we can’t disobey orders like that.” He said hearing what she had to say.

“Oh come on, like you don’t follow orders when you feel like it. Also, since when you do what the Order tells you to do?” Mephistopheles rolled his eyes and agreed with her idea.

“But if he makes trouble…”

“He won’t. Trust me.”

Christmas was around the corner, just a couple of weeks separated them from the Holy day, and that meant the twins’ birthdays was coming closer too.

She bursted in their room, without notice but the two Okumuras were used to that.

“I want you outside in five minutes.”

“Is snowing.” Complained Yukio.

“And I am reading.” Was Rin’s excuse.

“First, I know is snowing. Second, I don’t care that you are using your brain cells today to read. I want you two outside in five minutes and if you don’t come willingly I’ll drag you myself, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” They answered in unison.

“Great.” She said leaving the dorm.

They kept their word, in five minutes they were outside the old building and next to the second person that acted like a parent to them. She locked arms with the twins the second she felt their presence and walked in the middle of the street.

“We are go…” she shushed Yukio. Y/N didn’t care what he had to say. If he was to complain they would go down with the flew or something like that she knew the twins were going to get better in no time, and as for her, demons don’t get sick.

“Just look at the snow. Isn’t so beautiful?” She didn’t want an answer, for her it was the most beautiful think on Assiah. If she had to go back to Gehenna snow was one of the things she would miss the most. “Do you know why I love the snow?” She kept on watching the snowflakes falling down with so much grace it filled her heart with joy. “My happiest memories have to do with it. The first time I met Shiro it was a snowy day and so when our little family was formed.” She smiled, Rin too had a smile painted on his face.

“Truly is beautiful.” Commented Rin. Y/N knew he wasn’t too fond of it, so she was glad to hear him say that knowing he did it for her.

“I guess is not that bad.” Added Yukio. She rolled her eyes but she was happy like that. With her boys with her sharing a little moment of happiness after a tragedy.

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist anime #ao no exorcist anime #blue exorcist manga #ao no exorcist manga #blue exorcist fanfiction #ao no exorcist fanfiction #blue exorcist fanfic #ao no exorcist fanfic #blue exorcist imagines #ao no exorcist imagines #shiro fujimoto #shiro fujimoto x reader #shiro fujimoto x you #shiro fujimoto x y/n #shiro fujimoto x yn #shiro fujimoto fanfiction #shiro fujimoto fanfic #shiro fujimoto imagines #-71 days until blue exorcist season 3

[copperbadge]

This morning’s cleaning project was part two of a multi-part process, not much of which is very interesting visually, so here’s a picture of Dearborn the tortie, inspecting a storage box with my Lego advent calendars in it, and also the oat bread I baked while I worked. I’ve now nearly used up all the oats, so I’ll have oatmeal for breakfast some day this week to polish them off. 

Podcasts I listen to while working today were “Twisted Loyalty” by A Date With Dateline (it’s an older episode, I’m listening to their back catalogue), “The Execution of the Roman Virgin” by Noble Blood, and the first half of “We Interrupt This Program” by Criminal. It’s very compelling, I’m listening to the rest eventually, I just needed to stop and sit down, and also the bread had to come out of the oven. Total time was about 2 1/2 hours all told, though that includes prepping the oat bread and a batch of pizza dough for later. 

More about the actual work I did after the cut since it got long...

I don’t have a ton of storage in this condo, and I did away with some by turning my front hall closet into a mud nook, so I’ve been storing a lot of my clothing in large plastic tubs shoved into corners and in awkward under-bed boxes, rotating between summer and winter wardrobes. It has, however, reached a point of intolerability due to a couple of factors -- having to buy new clothes when I started my new job, having to store them six months later because of the pandemic, and having not really ever fully rotated between winter and summer since, because I so rarely had to leave the condo. So three of my six big plastic bins were full of clothes, plus four under-bed storage bins and two fabric storage bags, plus stuff hanging in the side hall closet and the bedroom closet. 

I felt really overwhelmed about trying to organize it all, because it just seemed like so many moving parts at once, so up until now I’ve kind of left it alone. But after thinking about it for a while I realized that I didn’t have to do it all at once, and I could apply my skills as a project manager, where I used to supervise a lot of moving parts regularly, to getting this done. My grandfather didn’t invent the phrase “Do it like eating an elephant -- one bite at a time” but he did teach it to me, so I kept muttering it under my breath and picturing him sitting in the orange chair I inherited from him and my grandmother, keeping an eye on me while I worked.

Yesterday all that I had to do was get all the storage into one place so I could get everything unpacked together. I pulled the bins out from behind my workdesk and under the bed, pulled more out from under the dining room table and behind the book nook, got the fabric bags from the hall closet, and bought one new giant fabric bag to put random stuff in so that I’d have extra storage space. 

Today was about getting everything further into a series of “one places” -- all the winter gear (sweaters, coats, accessories) into a bag to be sorted later, for example. The clothing that had been in storage got sorted into four piles: Shorts, Trousers, Shirts, and Long Term Storage. Long Term Storage was stuff immediately identifiable as anything I like but don’t wear very often: costumes, souvenir shirts from events I’ve worked, et cetera. That all went into one of the bins that had just been emptied. 

Then, as I sorted my tops further into t-shirts, work shirts, and tank tops, I started pulling clothing out of my closet as well -- anything I haven’t actively worn in the last month or two went into one of those piles. Same with trousers -- anything that I hadn’t worn recently got pulled off the shelving rack I use as a dresser and added to the “try these on, make sure you still like them” piles of shorts, trousers, and jeans. I told myself I didn’t have to try anything on today, but I did have to try on ALL the clothing, discard anything that I no longer liked or that didn’t fit, and store the rest in a more organized fashion. And I found I did have the energy for some, so I got through the shorts and tank tops. The trousers, jeans, work shirts, and t-shirts are still in a pile on the sofa, but it’s been covered with a blanket so the cats can’t romp around in it between today and tomorrow. 

There’s still a ways to go -- I haven’t touched any coats, sweaters, flannels, or workout clothing -- but I now have a full storage bag of summer clothing stashed back where it belongs, one of the under-bed storage boxes mostly full of clothing that doesn’t quite fit but could if I get back to running, and a half-full bin of souvenir shirts and costume pieces waiting to have more added. Plus I’ve gotten completely rid of two of the under-bed storage boxes (they were looking rough) and stuffed a whole-ass suitcase (which was already going to charity) full of clothes to donate. 

Tomorrow I’ll try on my t-shirts and work shirts to see which ones still fit and which ones I still like, and maybe get to the trousers as well. But I feel like now I’ve got a system in place and I’ve split the work up into more manageable pieces than “I have so many clothes in so many places, most of them not very accessible.” And once I’m done with this process, I’ll have a much better idea of what I might need to buy for when we do go back to in-person work more regularly, given we haven’t relaxed the dress code so much I can wear loud floral shirts to work and get away with it. 

Eventually I’m going to need to buy a few more vacuum bags for the winter stuff, and I may have to get rid of a few coats, which I don’t really want to do because messenger bags and cool coats are the two things I really buy and own too many of. But coats are bulky and in Chicago there’s really just not that much call for anything between “Light jacket you wear for five weeks a year in the inbetween seasons” and “FUCKING PARKA” and I own three Fucking Parkas. In my defense I only bought one, the other two were gifts. 

Anyway I’m down about three bins’ worth of clothing and found some awesome t-shirts I forgot I owned, so in all a successful morning, and now I’m off to brunch at a friend’s place. 

#naclyoho #cleaning #clothing #food

[thesiriusmoon]

Alligator Valley

Summary: there’s a not so new agent in town, and Bonnie is helping out on her first case with him. A cannibal case in Florida.

Characters: Bonnie McBride (OC), Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia

AU: Criminal Minds

Episode: Lucky (S3, Ep 8)

AN: follows canon but I tweak it to fit my story lol

TW: Possible mentions for gore and death, drugs use, abuse (all aspects).

Please reblog and like!! It really helps me out <3

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A couple of days had gone by since Bonnie physically saw her mother, nor heard much from her at all. She was always away, and it had taken a bit of a toll of her mood. Second guessing whether or not her mother really wanted her anymore. No text messages to let her know she’s alright, just things about microwave dinners and pop tarts. Ever since Bonnie could, she had worked. From age 14 earning $5 an hour. She helped pay the bills and whatever was left was for school work and clothes. Now that she had this assistants job she had felt a little lighter. Not having to worry too much about what she would have left over, but that didn’t stop her mother from disappearing for days. The longest was two weeks then one day she walked in, drunk out of her mind Bonnie was amazed she could stand, and walked straight past her and into bed. The next morning ate cereal from the same table without lifting her head, continuously scratching her arm full of needle piercings.

The woman she looked at was not the same in old photographs when she was a baby or toddler. Her brown hair was thin and greying at only forty. Her skin so tight that Bonnie could see her mothers cheekbones and ribs as clearly as she could see her eyes. It made her wonder, if she was watching her mother wither away.

Bonnie had became quite agitated. Everything said to her must have been against her. If she were asked to do her job she’d take it as being bossed around, but would comply quietly, seething under her breath. Or if she had been given constructive criticism she would convince herself it was because someone didn’t think she could handle her own.

David Rossi was quite the character. She had read one of his books before. Detailing his journey from the army, to the FBI. It was really quite interesting. She never thought she’d be standing in the same room with the man who caught Ryland Posey. The man who set off five bombs, almost six, if David Rossi hadn’t gotten to him in time. The man was made of stone. Every time Bonnie were in his presence she found that she was too intimated to talk. His legacy was bigger than her whole life.

He spoke sternly and low, creeping her out a little bit. Also adding to her quiet teeth gritting as she didn’t like how much of a know-it-all he could be. Speaking to the team as if he owned them.

It was an hour after starting her shift, 11am, when her phone beeped, and the team were getting ready to leave for Florida.

Before Bonnie could get to the jet first like always, Penelope had appeared, popping out of nowhere, and grabbed her arms with haste. “Guess what!” Her cheeks were rosy pink and the smile on her face was just ready to burst and spew confetti.

“What?!” She jumped up and down with Penelope, the woman’s excitement rushing through her hands and intertwined hers.

“I met a guy!”

Bonnie gasped dramatically. “Shut up! Who!” Stopping jumping to get to the serious parts.

“Well, his name is James and I met him at a coffee shop!” Penelope squealed with delight.

“That’s so cute! That’s literally the ideal place right? Going in for a cute little coffee and just bumping into someone!”

“I know!” Penelope strained her voice in attempt to remain a little composed in the office.

“Well you’ll have to tell me everything and more when I get back!”

“I will! I’m very excited for our sleepover young lady!”

Bonnie felt her heart melt and ache at the same time.

There was no hiding anything from Penelope Garcia. She was infamous for it. Literally smelling mood changes. It didn’t take long for the woman to question Bonnie on why she had been acting off. And it was easy to talk to Penelope. She actually listened to her. She was just like an open diary all ready to be written all over

So then the door of Penelope’s apartment was open to her 24/7. She had insisted at first that it was too generous to offer her a place to stay until her mother returned, because it would be too often and might be longer than Penelope had expected. So Bonnie had negotiated that she’d go for a night or two, for snacks and movies, just like having a best friend. Something Bonnie never had the time to have, skipping grades and going to college at 16 being surrounded by people much older than she was.

“Don’t take too long!” Penelope waved Bonnie off as she sped towards the jet.

“So, this guy is a complete and utter psychopath!” David Rossi ranted at the screen which showed an assortment of body parts. No faces. Just legs and arms. Fingers and toes.

“Someone very mentally ill Rossi.” Derek said from across the table.

“Obviously.” The older man sassed and Derek rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw like he always did if someone pissed him off.

“Guys. Listen up please.” Hotch scolded the two like a pair of kids, before clearing his throat and putting his attention back onto the computer. “This is Abby, nineteen, she left for college and never returned home. A pair of joggers found her body in a nearby park three days later. Everything below her waist had been eaten. All ten fingers gone, and her throat slit.”

This girl was only a year older than she was. Bonnie couldn’t help but feel attacked herself. Why must it always be women?

“What did that to her?” Derek asked, pointing to what would have been the girls bottom half.

“Bridgewater's off of i-75, Which is often referred to as alligator alley For reasons that are now apparent.” Hotch answered and Emily grimaced.

“I suddenly don’t feel so bad about my alligator purse.”

“Ah, the circle of life.” Rossi commented casually.

“An alligator couldn’t have carved an inverted pentagram on her torso though right? Or slit her throat? Unless he’s really skilled.” Derek conspired.

“The locals believe that a satanic cult is at fault.” Hotch replied, and Spencer quickly intervened.

“S-Satanic cults have been debunked as a myth actually.”

“What?” Jennifer looked unconvinced.

“Yeah, it was Rossi who debunked it.” All heads turned to the older man.

“Thanks kid.” Rossi gave Spencer a nod and Bonnie almost laughed at how his face radiated.

“Cult or not, this is ritualised.” Said Hotch and Emily sighed.

“So… satanic cults don’t exist, but satanic killers do?” She asked and Bonnie also rolled the question over her head.

“Lasciate ogni speranza ch'entrate.”

The team looked at Rossi with clueless eyes.

“Oh. Thanks for clearin' that up.” Derek tutted.

“Uh, it's from dante's inferno. Abandon hope, all ye who enter here." Spencer answered proudly.

“So… yes?” Emily asked and Rossi nodded.

“Precisely.”

But the boy genius wasn’t quite done yet. “There are two types of satanic killers actually. One is the rebellious teenager. Looking for a way out of reality. Mix this with some drugs and alcohol and it could turn violent. In some cases deadly.”

Rossi looked up at Spencer who smiled. “That’s from my book.”

“Trust me, we know.” Jennifer laughed and Spencer’s happiness faltered slightly.

“And the other?” Hotch asked.

Spencer continued, a little quieter and less enthusiastically this time however. Looking down towards the computer. “The adaptive. The worse one of the two I believe. I-it’s when a serial killer begins to blame his doings on fantasies. They will adapt satanic beliefs to fit their cause.”

“He doesn’t kill because he believes in satan. He believes in satan because he kills then. Is that it?” Rossi nodded at Derek who rubbed his head. “I don’t believe in all this crap!”

Spencer never missed a beat as his mouth ran faster than his thoughts. “Maybe that’s because you never really let god into your life?”

Derek whipped around, his thick brows crossed. “No offence kid, but you don’t know what I believe in.” And Spencer gulped, sinking into his chair.

“Alright well… we’re almost there. So when we land Bonnie you’re with me and Rossi, the rest of you visit the police department.”

Bonnie didn’t have that many notes yet. All she had picked out from the group was that they were looking for someone who believes that satan is real because they have committed such a heinous act. It wasn’t much to go on, there were probably lots of people who believed that.

Following Agent Hotchner and Rossi, they were led down to an examination room where Abby’s body- what was left of it- was being autopsied.

“Sir, I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner with the FBI.” Agent Hotchner shook the doctors hand after the man removed his glove.

“David Rossi.” Another shake.

“Bonnie.” She smiled and kept her hands on her notebook.

“Thank you for coming. I’ve been needing to speak with you.” The man said shaking every so slightly. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Agent Hotchner lifted his head with interest.

“Fingers. Ten of them found in Abby’s stomach. They’re away for testing right as we speak.”

“He made her eat them?” Bonnie asked and the man nodded.

“Yes.”

“Are they hers?” Agent Hotchner asked.

But the man shook his head. “No… these belong to other people I’m sure of it. Three are index fingers.”

“More victims.” Rossi said aloud.

“He fed her other peoples fingers… why?” She asked the other two agents with her pen in hand ready to write.

“To send a message he’s killed more. And that…” agent Hotchner sighed and looked away from Bonnie. “He’s possibly eating them.”

The man from the autopsy stopped dead. “Serious?”

“Yes.” Agent Hotchner stated in his classic monotone voice.

“Well if it’s satanism, I think we should talk to the local priest don’t you think?” Rossi suggested and Agent Hotchner nodded.

“Yeah good thinking.” And she followed the two out of the room.

Rossi and Derek decided to go to the church, while Bonnie and Agent Hotchner returned to the police station to share their findings. Jennifer and Emily had just returned from visiting Abby’s father.

“He fed her fingers? That’s messed up.” Jennifer scrunched her nose like being hit with a bad smell.

“You ever wonder what human meat tastes like?” Emily pondered to herself and Agent Hotchner ignored her, while Bonnie shook her head.

“Never thought about it, never want to.”

Before Emily could go on further about eating people, an officer barged into the office and all heads turned.

“Sir, we’ve just got a call about a woman being abducted at a rest stop near the state park. We’d like you to check it out. We think it’s your guy.”

“Alright. Emily come, JJ and Reid stay and wait for Rossi and Morgan.” The boss had ordered and Bonnie could easily see how restless Spencer was getting being stuck in this small room from the minute they arrived.

At the rest stop, the team were brought into a bathroom, a smelly one. In one stall, a red inverted pentagram had been drawn on the door, marking which one the act had been committed, possibly to tell satan it was here. The toilet lid was down and a stack of books perched on top.

“Books?” Emily questioned.

“Satanic ones. And they’re nice and neat. This unsub may have been institutionalised, seeing as we’ve profiled he’s mentally ill. The only form of control he had was being tidy, almost military. Everything else was stripped away.”

Then he paused, his thumb running over the rest of his fingers. “Host a search party. Five o’clock today.” That was in two hours.

“You think she’s still here?” Emily asked as the three strolled back to the SUV.

“Maybe. There’s only one way to find out. Plus, the woman at the store said no cars have driven in…”

“Maybe she just didn’t see it or something? On break?” Bonnie suggested but Agent Hotchner shook his head.

“I don’t know. But… hopefully this search will help us.”

Two hours rolled on very quickly, and the whole team arrived to see a whole town at the park. Flyers being handed out, snacks and water, even hot food.

Father Marks had volunteered as well, he was the priest that Rossi and Derek spoke to. Bonnie wasn’t very sure of the man, she’d never met him, only that the team are assuming the unsub has some sort of connection to worship… and could tell that neither was Derek.

“What the fuck is that guy doing here?” The man mumbled next to Agent Hotchner who rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“He’s helping with the search.”

“Hotch you know that unsubs will sometimes insert themselves into the investigations right? This dude knows about this satanic stuff!”

“Morgan, chill out. Rossi said he was very cooperative right? He knows his stuff, you interviewed him… i don’t think your dislike for this man has anything to do with this case.” Bonnie feared that Derek may land a punch on Agent Hotchners face the way the man stepped back and clenched his fist. “Let’s just focus on finding Tracy Lambert alright?” Derek huffed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and shoved on his dark sunglasses and walked alone into the forest.

Meanwhile Bonnie landed herself beside Spencer. “They’ve got chilli over there. Who eats chilli on a search party?” Bonnie chuckled, pointing out the stand to Spencer who hummed.

“Apparently Emily.” He said as they watched Emily take a bowl and scoop some into her mouth. “I hate public food. Don’t know where it’s been.”

Bonnie didn’t mind it. Sometimes it was better than buying ingredients from the shop which costed more than a simple takeaway. She couldn’t really afford to care about who handled her food. As long as she wasn’t hungry and it tasted good.

She signed the searchers sheet and herself and Spencer stuck close together. The memory of going off alone in the woods during the Sandy Parker case crept up on her like a stalker and choked her from behind. She started combing her hair with her fingers, protecting it.

Her breathing became heavier as her eyes frantically scanned her surrounding, instinctively looking for short red hair.

“Hey.” Spencer’s voice didn’t exactly make her stop, but she now had something to focus on. “Everything’s gonna be alright. I’m here with you. And I’m allowed to use a gun now!”

That made her feel a little lighter, but with each step further into the woods she felt the trees closing in on her.

“I hope so… just the last time I did this I almost died… on my first case as well.”

“You ever hear about my first case?” Spencer asked, trying his hardest to comfort the younger girl.

“No?”

He laughed at the reminiscence. “I was twenty one. I’d never been in a fight or-or anything like that my entire life. I had just been granted permission to be allowed in the field. Hotch took the lead like always, and-and told me to go round back with Morgan. I was basically a look out.” He was smiling. “So we went around the back of this big house, and he told me to stay put while he checked the inside was clear. I couldn’t shoot by then, I was awful.” She managed to laugh a little, still keeping close to Spencer, grazing his arm as she walked through the woods.

“The unsub jumped me from behind. And I wasn’t stocky or strong like Hotch or Morgan, hell I’m still not! He took me down and whacked me hard on the head and I couldn’t see from how dizzy I was. I genuinely thought I was gonna die. That was until morgan shot him. The first time I’ve even been close to a bullet. When I sat up, I threw up all over myself. Like literally everywhere.” He began to really laugh now. So hard he could barely finish his sentence. “And then- and then, Morgan took of his top and had to physically change me. Mind you we’re in this person back garden with a dead man behind us and he’s stripping me! My shoes at that point were covered in vomit and y’know the first thing I said was?”

“What?” She asked laughing along, despite how scary it must have been.

“I asked for my mom. My mother! At my grown age being an FBI agent I asked for my mom. Morgan had to take my shoes off and carried me bridal style to the SUV. I’ll never forget that. Or Gideon… while I was in the hospital getting stitches he stayed by my side the entire time. Reading from his bird books… he knew I hated hospitals…” Bonnies smile slowly faded to a frown.

“I know you miss him… he was a great guy. From my little time with him I learned a lot! Like that time he called that man’s mum a whore? Who does that?!” She hadn’t been present from the amount of guns pulled, but agent Hotchner told her everything once they were back safely in the jet. How Gideon confronted this man named Frank and simply insulted his mother, before the man and a victim jumped in front of a train.

That insult must have really hurt.

“Only Gideon.” Spencer laughed again, but distantly. Sadly almost.

“I’m sorry he left Spencer. If I could bring him back for you I would. I know what it’s like to-“ she stopped and cleared her throat. There were some things in the world that aren’t meant to be said. Like how it was actually quite obvious Spencer lacked a parental figure. Seeing how much he admired… and actually loved Agent Gideon as if he were his own flesh and blood.

“It’s that obvious?” Spencer turned to her with a smirk. “Shit I thought I was doing well with hiding the fact I don’t have a dad.”

Bonnie snorted. “I understand. My dad passed when I was little. Just been me and my mum ever since.” Thought now it seemed like it was just her alone. Eighteen and all by herself in this big big world.

“I’m… I’m sorry to hear that. This team… it’s a family. I’ve gained a father, lost him, but I also gained brothers and sisters, and whatever Hotch is… I can’t put my finger on it…“ perhaps Agent Hotchner just had that dad vibe. Considering he had a little boy at home.

Or maybe it was his age actually…

The Tobias Hankel case file flashed quickly in her mind, and she remembered Spencer’s name very clearly, and wondered if she could risk asking about it. If there was something wrong, she’d like to know. It could help her understand the team better, seeing as this went down before she had joined them.

“Spencer…” she started anxiously. Sandy Parker no longer in her thoughts.

He hummed back.

“When I was sorting the case files, I saw one with your name in it.” The man shifted and cleared his throat.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah… Tobias Hankel?” You couldn’t have missed the flinch even if you weren’t looking. And with that she regretted every opening her mouth. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“No…” he scratched his arm. “No it’s ok. We’re a family now.” She wondered if he knew how much that had meant to her. “He was a sick man. Mentally unwell. He kidnapped me, drugged me. I dug my own grave.” He scoffed sourly. “But the team found me just in time… sometimes I wish they hadn’t.” He whispered the last part, but having it be so quiet around this forest Bonnie heard, and tentatively reached for Spencer’s hand which he flinched at.

“Sorry… I forgot you don’t like to be touched.”

His face of fear turned soft, and he gave a small smile, and took her hand in his. “Only with family.”

A surge of warmth coated her body as she really smiled.

Unfortunately, after a couple hours no girl had turned up. So both Bonnie and Spencer reluctantly left the forest, despite how much they wanted to keep looking, and were met with a serious faced Agent Hotchner, and they let go of each other.

“It’s getting too dark, we have to go back to the station, JJ has an idea.” And the two younger ones shared a worried look before getting into the SUV, driven by Agent Hotchner.

Back at the station, Jennifer began reading over the search list and volunteers from the church, hoping the theory of the unsub being part of the church was right, but so far had nothing.

“Garcia’s I’D the fingers. No two are the same. That’s ten victims.” Spencer began drawing on the map. “Hey look at this.”

Jennifer, Agent Hotchner, and Bonnie stood closer.

“The hunting ground is in the middle of it all. The last time any of the woman were last seen.” Agent Hotchner thought aloud.

“He likes to stay close to home then. Gives him familiarity.” Jennifer said and Spencer nodded.

“It was prostitution that helped Garcia with the ID. I think they were easy to catch.”

The thought of her mother out all alone with strange men was too much for Bonnie, so she slipped outside and pulled a cigarette from her blazer pocket, walking around the side of the police building for a bit of privacy. Hoping none of the team would discover her disgusting habit.

It was a simple little thing that filled her with relief. A break. She started when she was 14 after getting her first job in a small take away shop that was always busy. Nipping out the back for five minutes was a blessing. The nicotine high would relax her tense body and she’d go back in after drowning herself in perfume, and feel as if she had rested well and could continue.

Quitting was very hard and sometimes she regretted ever picking up a cigarette. But on the most stressful times such as thinking about her mother, it was the only escape. The only thing to take her mind elsewhere.

It was later that night when Derek left the station, only to come running back in with the news of a body which was already on the way to the hospital, and father mark was brought in for questioning.

Agent Hotchner began. “She’s Hispanic for one. She’s not either of the women we’ve been looking for.” As amidst the searching for Tracey, another woman had been abducted. Every single member of the team had felt absolutely hopeless. How could they host a search only for another woman to go missing?

“Her names Maria Lopez, 31, 2 kids. Numerous arrests for solicitation and prostitution. But she was reported missing nine months ago.” Jennifer furrowed her brows in confusion.

“How does that work? He’s holding them?” Emily asked Agent Hotchner who was double checking the search sheets while Rossi and Derek spoke to Father Mark.

“Get Dr Fulton on the phone.” Agent Hotchner demanded and Jennifer began to dial.

Once the man answered, Agent Hotchner started immediately. “Has Maria Lopez’s cells burst?”

“Why?” The doctor asked and Agent Hotchner groaned.

“Because we think she was killed, frozen, kept, and eaten.”

The line went silent. A couple of seconds passed and the doctor replied. “Yes, her cells were burst.”

“Thanks.” And the man ended the call.

“Well that explains why we haven’t found any other victims.”

Bonnie took a shaky breath. “Garcia’s checking mental institutes still, there’s two but we’re gonna have to narrow this down.” Agent Hotchner sat down and failed Penelope’s phone.

“Now call Garcia.”

“A please would be nice.” Jennifer held her phone in her hand waiting.

“Please.”

And she then dialed.

“I’m your fairy godmother Garcia, you may grant me one wish!”

“Have you found anything in the institutions yet?” Agent Hotchner asked.

“So I can't find any patients in florida Who have the charmheg of being both a satanist and a cannibal. However, hazelwood mental institution is the place to go When looking for florida's most dangerous kinds of wackos, And they had a fire in 1998 that destroyed all their records.”

Agent Hotchner listened intently, not moving a single muscle.

“Let’s give hazelwood a visit, JJ call them and tell them we’re coming. Reid, Bonnie let’s go.” As tired as she was, Bonnie went, lunging her first steps and cracking her neck that Emily gagged at.

“What are you expecting we find?” Spencer asked from the front seat.

“A man who would have been young at the time, very mentally ill, and hopefully someone who will know of our description.”

“That’s really vage.” Bonnie piped up from the back and agent Hotchner nodded.

“But this man would also be prone to biting, like during fights or something. Hopefully someone will have a file.”

So when they pulled up to Hazelwood, that’s exactly what they did.

They were brought into a doctors office, not much decorating the area besides a couple diplomas and such.

“As I told agent Jareau on the phone, We have no existing record of that patient you described.” The doctor said feeling helpless. His hands out in front of him on the table, as if trying to grab any sort of memory that would help.

“We know. We were hoping you might actually remember a patient. He would have been an adolescent when admitted.”

“Dr Lorenz was in charge of adolescents.” The doctor replied as grief covered his sunken face.

“Is he here?” Agent Hotchner asked and the man shook his head.

“He died in the fire. He was leaving when he heard the alarm and ran back in.”

“Why?” Spencer asked.

“He was a very dedicated man.”

“Like he had something to protect? Something to risk his life over?” Bonnie then asked.

The doctors wrinkled forehead creased, and he stood up from his chair. “There was one thing…” moving towards a desk and sliding one of the drawers open, pulling out a worn out notebook.

“This boy… he wrote about taking a bite out of his nine year old sister… cannibalism’s what you’re looking for isn’t it?” Agent Hotchner took the book from the doctors hands and flipped to the front.

“Floyd Feylinn Ferell.”

The sirens were on, speeding down streets and running red lights, Bonnie gripped onto her door handle in fear of her life. She’d never been in a police car like this before.

Rossi and Morgan were closer than they were, having been at the church with Father Mark.

By the time they arrived, the suspect was in Derek’s hands, shirtless, being pushed into the back of a police car.

“That’s him?” She asked peeking to look out of the front window with wide eyes.

“Yep.” Agent Hotchner answered, and began following the car down to the station.

The team were all together again, and their anxieties had dropped slightly, all hoping this truly was the man the town was looking for. To bring justice to those dead.

The entire team stood outside of the double sided glass window of the interrogation room, all very eager that this was the one.

Father Mark was waiting with the rest of the team.

“Kobe girl steak.” The man began. “That’s where you prepare the meat isn’t it?” The man was unresponsive. “You’ve got a lot of unusual recipes in here Floyd.” Derek held up a better looking journal than the one found at the institute. “Must have tried some of ‘em?”

“Hm.” Floyd hummed down to himself.

“Talk to me.” The agents eyes digging holes into the smaller, much weaker man. “Which ones?”

Floyd slightly lifted his head in the direction of Derek. “Some have smiley faces. Some have sad.” It was the first time any of them had heard him speak. It was soft, calm, unnerving.

Despite how sick Derek just have felt, he carried on. “You ever hear voices Floyd?”

“I’m not smart. But I have a smart friend who tells me things.” Floyd responded.

“What’s your friends name?”

Floyd ignored him. “He wants me to tell you something.” And Derek waited. “Your watch has stopped working.”

“He’s trying to spook him.” Agent Hotchner commented from the other side of the glass

“Yeah uh… I’ve been meaning to change the batteries for a month.”

Bonnie hoped Floyds plan wouldn’t work on Derek, because she was certainly taken back.

Derek then proceeded to suggest that Floyd took fit women due to the fact they would have more ‘meat’ on their bones for his recipes. To which Floyd answered he thought that skinny people who took drugs didn’t taste very nice.

“Where’s Tracy Lambert?” Derek drilled, and Floyd smiled.

“I can only tell Father Mark.”

Derek excused himself and even though Agent Hotchner was against it, the man was able to take Father Mark into the room. “I do all the talking. Alright?” And the priest nodded.

Floyd immediately looked up when he saw Father Mark. “Thank you for coming father.”

“Anything I can do for-“ Derek paused the priest with a finger in the air.

“I had to pull a lot of strings to get him in here Floyd. My bosses really didn’t like to idea of him sending him in at all. So he’s gonna sit here nice and quiet, and you’re only gonna talk to me, alright?”

“Ok.” Floyd answered. “I’ve done bad things.”

“We’ve all done bad things we’re not proud of Floyd. The only thing that helps is to tell others.”

“Not everything” Floyd shook his head.

From beyond the glass, Bonnie’s head had tilted in interest looking at Floyds demeanour. He had completely opened when Father Marks had came in, and could not stop taking glances every couple of seconds to the priest. He looked, like he was planning something.

“This isn’t right.” Agent hotchner’s brows were furrowed as he too stared at Floyd. “When Floyd was at the search he signed the sign in sheet, but not the searchers.”

Inside, Derek pressed. “Come on Floyd. I got him in here because you wanted him, now it’s your turn. Where is Tracy Lambert?”

Bonnies eyes faltered around the room in thought. She could see some stalls. Snacks and drinks, then she looked up to the people. Those handing them out. “Something wrong…” but she hadn’t made it out yet.

“I feel so alone father. That god had abandoned me.” Father Mark looked at Derek for permission to speak, and the man nodded.

“You are not alone, my son. God is in all of us.”

“We have to stop the interview.” Agent Hotchner panicked.

The man, Floyd, began to grin sinisterly, twisted his head upwards, and laughed.

“So is Tracy Lambert.”

Then it all made sense.

She could see him so clearly now. Standing behind the stand where chilli was being served. She had watched him give a bowl to Emily.

Bonnie spun around to watch the said woman run out of the room covering her mouth with her hand.

“You son of a bitch- you son of a-“ Father Mark flung his body of the table and lunged for Floyds throat, Derek catching him by his waist and yelled for back up. All while Floyd watched with a grin on his face.

A face Bonnie would not forget.

Back on the jet, after Emily was done throwing up every piece of food in her body, everyone was silent.

Derek was not present, but no one paid much mind.

Bonnie brought out her small flip phone and texted Penelope. She first had to collect her things that she left at the BAU, then find a way to get to Penelope’s apartment. Maybe Agent Hotchner would give her a lift. Or Jennifer. Not Emily… Emily would want some alone time. Probably to make herself throw up some more.

Well at least she knew was human meat tasted like now…

Bonnie screwed her face up at the sudden thought.

‘Hey Penelope, we’re on the jet now, I won’t be long!’ She texted and sent, before passing out on the plan ride home.

——————————

“Bonnie! Bonnie wake up!” A strong hand was shaking her from her slumber and she jumped out of her chair in a panic.

Agent Hotchner grabbed her shoulder and hurried her out of the jet, her still being in a sleepy state.

“What? What’s wrong?!” She breathed heavily as she tried to keep up with the man’s long strides.

“I…” his grip on her tightened. “Penelope’s been shot.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #moreid #jemily #penelope garcia #thesiriusmoon bonnie cm #cm fandom #cm fanfic #cm fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #dad!hotch #father figure hotch #thesiriusmoon writes cm

[illicitlamb]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐈: 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 | 𝟑𝟎-𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

SUMMARY | In the infirmary after fighting Tyler (the Hyde), Enid is not feeling proud about her first transformation as a werewolf. Ajax tries to cheer her up and his romantic feelings towards her take over.

[takes place in episode VIII | after Wednesday defeats Crackstone]

Ajax’s breath gently brushed against Enid’s bleeding knee, now glistening with ointment. The longer she kept still, the bigger threat stiffness posed to her muscles, and it proved to be coming on quicker than anticipated when the other moved her leg to apply the bandage.

After biting her tongue for as long as she could, she finally hissed.

“I know,” coaxed the gorgon, handling his own actions with caution. He still could not believe that she had finally wolfed-out and faced the town’s biggest culprit head-on. But he was more than relieved when she had returned to the gates of Nevermore – returned to him. She was tired, worn, injured, but okay. “Damn, that must have been some nasty fight,” he spoke while only imagining what had gone down between the two outcasts.

When the werewolf only hummed in reply, he finished up on her legs with a slight smirk. “But totally badass.”

This had Sinclair exchanging expressions with him. “It doesn’t feel as badass as it looked,” she confessed before wincing.

“Yeah, but you finally wolfed-out.” Petropolus looked up at her, searching for any trace of positivity. “How freaking awesome is that? You thought you would never wolf-out.” But those weary crystal orbs only kept their focus to her lap.

“I know…,” trailed off the other prior to continuing on. “I guess it took someone I really care about to be in danger for my inner-wolf to come out. I honestly started to think I just wasn’t capable.” She flashed through her memories of every time she felt like a screw-up… and, damn, were there a lot of scars made. “That pretty much sums up my life though. I’m not capable of doing anything good enough to prove myself.”

“That’s not true. Don’t say stuff like that.” The last thing Ajax would do would be to let the blonde beat herself up mentally for things that did not matter. Or were not even true, in his eyes.

She locked gazes with his chocolate orbs. “How would you know?”

“Enid, you just took on a Hyde. Everyone else who has come into contact with it has died, but you faced it and won.” When she maintained her unwavered expression, he added on. “People have even lost body parts to that thing. I’m glad you came back alive and as a whole.”

Although his comment made her scoff in amusement, she was still swimming in her doubts and brushed it off with a shrug. “Any other Fur could have done that. It’s nothing special that I took down a monster.”

Pushing himself up from crouching, the gorgon supported his weight by placing his palms on either side of her against the infirmary table. “I think you’re really special.” And when she looked up at him, he leaned closer to her for their foreheads to rest against each other. “Not every Fur is special, are they?”

His words made the she-wolf crack a soft beam. “Maybe not every one,” she admitted shyly. A chuckle from the other rewarded her ear drums prior to being pulled into a kiss. Despite her throbbing cuts and bruises, his affectionate move enforced a refreshing warmth to burst within her. She never thought of herself as perfection or even close to “inspirational” material – yes, she had confidence and knew well how to flaunt it, but she, too, had her moments of insecurity and self-doubt. And having someone express their appreciation for her… it was weird and unusual, but in the best way.

She was special… in the best way.

Upon parting, their lovestruck possession overpowered the dimly-lit room. He was her flashlight, and she was his beacon home. A gorgon and a werewolf… who would ever imagine they would catch feelings for each other yet be the one thing they never knew they needed?

God sure did work in mysterious ways.

Leaning his forehead against Enid’s once more, Ajax could see that her mood had changed for the better and pushed to secure that gleam in her ocean eyes. “You’ll always be special to me.”

“…Promise?”

She was giving him that puppy-eyed look, hitting him in a way that words could never describe. This time, he lifted his chin to place a gentle, sealing peck to the bandaged scratch on the left side of her forehead.

“Promise.”

#ao3 #ao3 writer #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writing #wednesday #wednesday netflix #writing challenge #writing prompt #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #enid x ajax #hurt/comfort #fluff #kissing #relationship #love #wednesday 2022

[storiesofsvu]

Habits of the Heart Ch 7

Warnings: Language, Smut.

*

“Summers why are you nearly always the last one here?” Olivia spoke from the door of her office, you’d been so involved in looking through your most recent perp’s financials you practically jumped when her voice rung through the quiet bull pen. Looking up at her you simply shrugged, 

“All I’ve got waiting at home for me is a bottle of wine and shitty T.V.?” You weren’t wrong, Fin had his cravings of beating his highest score on whatever his current gaming obsession was, Rollins had Jessie, Liv had Noah, Carisi had his huge family or plans with Rollins, Amaro had his family. You caught yourself in a realization at the thought, jeez, you really needed to find some new hobbies.

“Well I think it’s about time to head out, where about’s are you?”

“Tribeca.” You replied, closing your laptop as you began to pack up your things.

“You mind dropping these off at Novak’s on your way? She’s in the same neighbourhood and I’m up in Midtown.”

“Yeah, ‘course.” Smiling as you took the files from her, adding them to the pile in your bag. You were happy to hear Casey was in Tribeca, it meant you wouldn’t have to deal with going back to your old apartment, wouldn’t bring up any old bad memories. Shooting her a text quickly you made your way out of the precinct. It didn’t take long for you to get there, thankful she’d given you the code for the parking garage saving you from having to find a spot on the street.

“Hey.” Casey greeted you with a soft smile when she opened the door,

“Hey,” You replied, leaning against the door frame as you dug through your bag, “Benson said you needed these tonight?” You presented her with the file folders, she took them from you, leafing through the top one.

“Yeah…thanks..” There was a brief moment of relaxed tension, “You uh…wanna come in?” Her voice was soft, but she could feel her heart rate speeding up in her chest. The two of you had been talking a lot more recently, stopping for brief lunches or coffee dates, but you hadn’t exactly discussed the kiss. You hesitated slightly, you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself into her arms in that moment but you still had a few walls up, and wasn’t sure how great of an idea it was. “C’mon…Grey’s is about to start, you’ll miss the beginning if you go home.” You laughed lightly at her coercion tactics, admitting defeat in response.

“You’re not wrong….” You flashed her a grin, moving into her apartment, ridding yourself of your shoes and coat, carefully placing your gun and shield in your bag. Casey offered you a glass of wine that you happily accepted before retreating into the living room to continue on your obsession with the medical drama.

Over the hour the two of you fell into a usual routine, the show gripped your attention but you still caught up during the commercial breaks, topping up the wine glasses. About halfway through the show Casey took a bold move, her head finding its way into your lap, your free hand followed its instinct against her hair, softly playing with it, things started to feel just like they were all those years ago. At the end of the episode Casey rolled half over to look up at you when she heard you sniffle, her face scrunched, a hint of a laugh ghosting on her lips,

“Are you…crying??” You laughed through a tiny cry, swatting at her arm,

“Shut up! As if you haven’t ugly cried over this show before!” She laughed heartily, poking fun at you as she sat up.

“You deal with real life shit way worse than this every day, you’re crying over a fictional patient.” 

“I know…!! Fuckin’ Shonda Rhimes is going to be the death of me.” You both laughed at that, the air in the apartment was relaxed, you were both finally back to being comfortable around each other, no longer having to walk on eggshells. It was out of force of habit that Casey quickly leaned in, capturing your smiling lips in a soft kiss before she even realized what she was doing. Your breath hitched, the laughter immediately ceased, Casey quickly pulling away, muttering out an apology, 

“Sorry…I..wasn’t thinking..” You were quick to gently grab her arm before she managed to stand.

“No..it’s okay…” Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as your eyes darted from hers back down to her lips, hand reaching out to softly cup her cheek, the desire evident in her eyes. Leaning in you kissed her again, lips moving against hers soothingly, a slow and assuring pace. Casey felt her body finally relax against you, years worth of tension melting as you wrapped your arms around her, fingers tracing against the baby hairs at the back of her neck. You were so gentle, your movements full of tenderness as you cherished having her body against yours, the complete opposite of what she’d become so used to with Charlie and it filled her with complete adoration. Your tongue slid across her lower lip, begging for entrance that she complied to, nearly moaning against your lips as your tongues danced against each other, relishing in finally being able to taste you again. When you finally came up for air, you found solace resting your forehead against hers, breaths coming out in airy pants, her eyes found yours before she whispered into the room.

“Stay…please?” You could see the worry hidden behind the lust in her eyes, how she wavered slightly as she waited for your response. “I just…need to forget the brutality…” Your heart nearly shattered at that, you could feel the tears glassing your eyes, you knew she had been through hell, but you didn’t think she would admit it, your thumb gently stroked her cheek.

“Oh Casey…” She felt the emotion bubbling up through her body, she hadn’t been with anyone since she’d escaped Charlie’s ferocity, too scared to get literally hurt again, and too caught up thinking about you all those years. Tears springing into her eyes at the softened adoration in yours, you pulled her into a soothing hug, “I’m not going anywhere baby…” Your lips softly kissed her head, “Let me remind you how you really deserve to be treated…” 

The two of you easily found your way to the bedroom, slowly peeling clothes off each other’s bodies until you were finally bare, the feeling of skin on skin nearly too much for either of you. Casey nearly trembled underneath you, your lips moving against hers, molding perfectly together as your hand traced through her searing heat, doing your best not to tease as you rolled her clit with your fingers. She grasped at the back of your neck, pulling you as close to her as she could, other hand buried inside you, pumping her fingers at the same pace that you rolled against her. You broke the kiss, gasping for air as she hit your clit with her thumb, remembering exactly what it was that made you tick. You plunged two fingers into her wetness while you nibbled down her neck, settling against her pulse point, sucking the supple skin into your mouth. She moaned against you, tugging at the roots of your hair as your fingers curled, hitting the spongey feel of her most sensitive spot right as your thumb began flicking at her clit. You felt her hip rut up against your hand, begging for release,

“Cum for me baby…” You husked against her searing skin, a few more pumps and she lost it, her hand clenching against your cunt as she writhed under you. The spasming of her hand against your over sensitized spots had you gasping, moaning her name as your orgasm washed over you right as she shook in aftershocks against you. Slowly fucking each other through them you calmed your breath, kissing her gently, stroking the side of her face. “You okay?” You murmured,

“More than okay…”She breathed against your lips, kissing you softly again. Pulling your fingers from her, you began your descent, kissing your way down her body, not missing an inch of skin, worshiping her completely. You laid gentle kisses on her inner thighs, fingertips trailing patters across her hip bones before you licked a stripe up her pussy, groaning at the taste of her that you’d missed so intensely. Her hands were quick to grip into your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail as your tongue probed into her, lapping out as much wetness as you could, sucking her lower lips into your mouth, sucking against them as you fucked her with your mouth. 

Casey was gasping for air, whimpering out a string of curses littered with your name at the sensations, one of her hands shot out to yours still on her hip and you were quick to interlock your fingers, your thumb soothingly stroking hers. Humming against her, your lips encased her clit, tugging it into your mouth as your fingers found their way back into her weeping pussy, plunging in with ease, curling and twisting, hitting all of the right spots. Flicking your tongue against her clit as you tapped at her g-spot you could feel her walls fluttering around you, knowing she was incredibly close you increased the pressure on both ends, moaning against her, the vibrations causing her thighs to start to shake. A few more pumps later, her hand had yours in a death grip, her head thrown back against the pillows, your name breathily leaving her lips as she nearly saw stars. Casey hadn’t felt anything as powerful as that in years, she practically felt like she’d blacked out as she came. Oh so gently, you removed your fingers from her, not missing the small whimper at the loss of contact. You let her catch her breath, kissing your way up her body before you came to rest beside her, propped up on a elbow while your other hand smoothed the hair back off her face.

“Jesus Christ…” She managed to make out between puffs, you laughed lightly, rolling onto your back and tugging her body to curl against yours, lying against your chest as you traced patterns along her bare skin. You tucked the blankets up around your bodies, kissing the top of her head, humming in satisfaction. “You’re…not gonna leave?” Casey shifted her head slightly to be able to see you, you smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Baby I told you, I’m not going anywhere.” Her lips broke into a grin at that, laying a kiss against your skin as she snuggled deeper against you, ecstatic to have you back in her arms like this. Both of you ended up falling asleep easier than either of you had in years that night, feeling completely safe and finally in the right place again.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #habits of the heart #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order

[cafeinthemoon]

More Myself Than I Am - Chapter I

Chapter 1/?

Wordcount 3,3k

Title A Story of Three Sisters

Fandom Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing Ryuunosuke Akutagawa X reader

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s): mentions of nightmares and panic attacks; past trauma; childhood trauma

Tagging none yet! (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So I mentioned that i wanted to write something for Akutagawa in this post and... this is my first attempt at BSD and I'm really excited about it! :) I was hesitating in posting it because I already have many other stories going on and adding one more would only delay the older projects, but I couldn't resist lol

As you can suppose, the siblings' names (Virginia and Frances) were chosen purposely, so they might be a spoiler. Also, I want this story to be about investigation and conspiracy, so that there are many shades on each chapter, and every detail is important. It's also my first time doing this type of thing, so I hope I'm not messing up anything :) Also Akutagawa will show up in the next chapter, so don't worry haha

Hope you enjoy it :)

It was one of those nights. You knew it right when you opened the door and stepped inside the apartment you shared with your two sisters. You heard the noises even before you stopped at the front door, and sighed: after an entire day serving costumer after costumer at the bakery and having to do the cleaning with one less girl on the team (that was her first day on vacation), rest was the last thing you would have that time. You entered on tip toes and closed the door behind you with all the caution you could, then went to understand exactly how things were going.

You saw nothing but the expected – Virginia, your eldest sister, was going through one of her crises after weeks showing relative well being.

You passed across the living room and headed to the bedroom, right beside it, only to find her sitting on the bed, two pillows on her back, fighting to control her breathing while following the doctor’s instructions. He was sitting on a chair beside the bed, whispering soothing words to help her keep in touch with her surroundings; this, according to him, would make her understand that she wasn’t inside a nightmare, drowning in dark waters, but at her house, in the company of her family.

Out of your sight, in the kitchen, you heard your second sister, Frances, taking care of some unfinished stuff and preparing to cook the dinner. She was never at ease when those episodes happened and thought herself to be more useful anticipating some of the tasks you three used to do together, to spare her siblings’ nerves. You silently thanked her for such practical manners, wishing to act like more often, but that was not where your talents were: your place was beside Virginia. You should be there, ready for when she came back.

It was a painful process: usually she would stay like that, crying and suffocating for some minutes, then would fall asleep or come back exhausted, complaining of numbness and slow thinking. The uneasiness would remain until the next day, when she would pretend not to remember the crisis and occupy herself with her work and other tasks.

It has been like this since you could remember.

You dropped your bag on a corner and approached quietly. You stopped right behind the doctor, who glanced at you and nodded, still talking to Virginia. Your hands clenched around each other in nervousness before you took the spot on the bed, beside the girl, and reached for her hand.

The effect of the gesture was equivalent to a miracle, as the doctor himself already stated. With it, the hardest part of the crisis would last half the usual time: your sister’s hand squeezed yours with desperate strength, pulling it closer as to beg you to pull her out of a deep lake; when you responded holding it with twice the firmness, her grip would soften, and you could swear she was now dreaming about a walking on a quiet path with you.

- Virginia-chan… come back… – you were saying – Come back to us… Come back to me…

Little by little, her chest stopped going up and down, the air entering her lungs no longer noisy; the shivers all over her body diminished until they almost disappeared. Her eyes, half opened, glanced at you and then closed, the shadow of a smile on the corner of her lips acknowledging your presence before conscience left her.

You let go of her hand and observed while the doctor opened his suitcase to take a bottle and a small notebook from it. You waited while he wrote the prescription and offered it to you alongisde the bottle. Frances came from the kitchen at that moment, wiping her hands on a cup cloth. You glanced at her and asked if Virginia’s boyfriend showed up that day; her answer was negative.

- One dose before sleep for this whole week – the doctor reiterated what was on the note; you read it and passed it to Frances – It will calm down her nerves and soothe eventual physical pain.

Your sister thanked him and kept the note on the nightstand’s drawer beside Virginia’s bed, while the medication was kept upon it. You offered yourself to accompany him outsides.

- Doctor, we can discuss your payment while I lead you to the exit... – you started.

The man raised a hand in a polite refusal.

- We’ve already talked about this, y/n-san – and with a clever smile – We agreed that you would not waste your money on me.

You swallowed, too shy to insist. He said goodbye to Frances.

- If anything happens, you can call me. Even in the middle of the night.

Your sister thanked him with non disguised relief. She knew about the delicate situation of your finances as much as you did. You almost wished she never showed up during his visits: whatever his reasons to extend his generosity to your family, those were still private matters, and you always hated when they were brought up to conversations even in the form of gestures.

You opened the front door and walked out of the apartment before anything else was said between the doctor and her.

***

While inside home, you were smiling alongside Frances, but the curves on your lips disappeared as you walked through the narrow corridor, your feet making cracking noises on the wood floor here and there. The building was old and you couldn’t remember when the last renovations happened, but if that contributed to keep the rent low, your family would rather ignore that unpleasing circumstance.

Even after all the months in which the doctor has been visiting your sister, and unlike Frances, you still felt ashamed whenever you had to receive him. If he already noticed that, you couldn’t tell, but at least he had the delicacy of not speaking about it: right on the day you met, when he came in the aid of Virginia when a crisis started on the street, you made it clear that your situation wouldn’t allow you to maintain a proper treatment for your sister, yet he refused any form of payment for his services as well as any discussion regarding it. It was strange at first, but since you didn’t have many options and couldn’t leave the girl without assistance, you accepted the unusual deal.

You turned the corner at the end of the hall to take the stairs, but you didn’t go far on it. The doctor was two steps ahead of you when he turned to ask why you stopped.

- What’s the matter, y/n-san?

You’ve been trying your best to maintain the control over your emotions, but that time it was too much for you. Your chill expression faded and, before you opened your mouth, you started to cry.

You wiped your tears and tried to calm yourself down before speaking.

- I’m sorry for this, Doctor. You might think this is all too sudden, but truth is that I’ve been holding on for long enough, for them – your lower lip started trembling – I can’t stand this anymore…

He gave you a worried look.

- What’s going on? Is there something you need to tell me?

You nodded.

- We’ve been known to each other for a while, so I guess I can trust you with this… – you swallowed – I have a secret to share.

- What kind of secret?

- A family secret. It’s about my sister’s condition. She wasn’t born with any tendency to it, neither she got it from some usual event. Her sickness is the result of a childhood accident... caused by me.

- You? – he frowned – What are you talking about?

Your hands clenched on your skirt’s sides. You were scared of what you were about to say, but there was no way of talking about it without sounding absurd, so you just spoke.

- It’s not that simple, and I’d totally understand if you don’t believe in such things but… Doctor, I’m not like my sisters. I’ve never been – you sighed – I am an esper.

Esper. That was a word about which you refused to think, despite being the one that fitted you the most. It was also the first time you spoke about it to someone outside your family. You knew it wasn’t the safest thing to do, both because of the nature of the subject itself and because the bureaucratic and scientific aspects that such revelation implied. But that man has been helping your family for free for so long that he deserved to know the whole story; he needed to know what he was dealing with if he intended to keep treating Virginia.

However, his reaction was nothing like you expected, if you were counting on a manifestation of prejudice or disbelief. Instead of showing anything that resembled it, he just looked at you with curiosity.

- An esper? You mean, an individual with special abilities? – he raised an eyebrow – What kind of abilities you possess?

You didn’t know if you should be surprised or relieved that he didn’t doubt you, so you just kept going.

- Basically, I can use telekinesis and create force shields around myself and anything I want. I’m the only one in my family with such abilities. It manifested when I was still a child. At first, only my sisters knew about it. We swore to keep this to ourselves, because we didn’t know what could happen if the news spread and because, when I use my powers, my appearance changes and it is… unsettling.

He had one foot on the first stair and the other on the second one, a hand leaning on the handrail, but after your explanation he gave up on the idea of leaving immediately and went back to your side on the corridor.

- I see – he put his suitcase on the floor on his side – Tell me more.

You nodded.

- As children, we were innocent to the point we believed we could keep this secret forever, but as you can imagine it didn’t take long until our parents found out – the air seemed to cool inside the building when you spoke that; you passed your arms around yourself to shake the memory away – And that happened in the worst way possible.

He thought of what you said for a moment. You were going to give him the time he needed; it was understandable if that was all too much, even for a man of science like him: if you were a normal person and someone came to you to share such story, you would need some time to process it too.

You sensed a change in his tone when he spoke again.

- So... Let me tell you something. I haven’t talked to you or your sisters about it because I wanted to respect your family’s privacy, but since the start I knew Virginia-san's condition could never be caused by an ordinary event. It was all too strange to be that way. However... – he took a step towards you – Knowing what really happened can help me to do my work. So, please, tell me everything you remember.

You took a deep breath.

- Of course. So... When we were kids, we used to live with our parents in an old house on the countryside, in front of which there was a lake surrounded by trees. We used to play there every day after school. Usually there was an adult watching us, because the lake was deep and some of the trees were already dead, so accidents were expected – you shrugged – But, you know, you cannot keep an eye on children twenty-four hours a day, especially when you had such landscape on the outside.

The doctor nodded in agreement.

- That day, we were there alone. It has been just a few weeks since I myself discovered my abilities and showed them to my sisters. We were playing around a kunugi*. Virginia was the one closest to the tree, and I was the farthest. When I saw one of the branches above her cracking and falling, I didn’t think twice. I screamed for her to move away and used my powers to stop the branch before it hit her. My idea was to throw it into the lake or anywhere else, but since I didn’t have enough experience, I startled when I heard a sudden noise coming from the grove and accidentally pushed Virginia, who stumbled in the roots and fell in the water. I…

You gasped and were forced to stop to catch your breath. After all those years, recalling those events had that effect on you. Well, you couldn’t help it: that was the first time you told the story to someone without hiding anything in spite of how absurd it sounded.

However, you had a patient listener, who didn’t interrupt you or question your sanity not even in gestures, so that you regained your courage and did your best to keep speaking.

- I froze in my place, Doctor – your voice cracked – In one moment, she was in front of us, and in the next… she disappeared inside the water! Frances screamed and ran to the house to call for help. It was when I woke up. I approached the shore and started using my powers on the water, to bring my sister back to the surface. Thank God it worked, so I started the first aid exercises they told us at school. However, any possibility of keeping our secret was gone. Our parents and a maid came from the house and saw when I took Virginia from the water. Not only they were terrified with what they were seeing, but they thought I was trying to drown her... They pushed me away from her and did everything to wake her up, while the maid went to call the emergency…

You spent a countless amount of time in silence. When you went back to the narrative, your voice was clearer, but you were still in pain.

- Virginia never fully recovered from this episode. Even after her physical side healed, she kept suffering with nightmares and panic attacks. Our parents went from doctor to doctor, but all their treatments were palliative. She spent months inside the house and had to start taking private lessons. Frances and I were forbidden from passing near the lake, and I was kept away from my sisters for most of the time. My parents even considered sending me to a mental hospital or something of this sort, but they ended up agreeing that I could cause more problems if I left their company, so I stood with my family… But as you can easily suppose, they never looked at me the same way. Frances started feeling ashamed whenever I was around, and I stopped using my powers in front of others. Virginia was the only one who maintained the previous affection for me – a sad smile curved your lips – Even if we couldn’t spend long hours together anymore, she made it clear that she still loved me and that she knew it was an accident. But not even she could stand my abilities after that.

- And what happened then?

- Because of her refusal in leaving the house and the financial issues concerning her treatment, our parents decided to dispense the maid and move to a new house, away from that region. Our father was many years older than our mother and his health was no longer good, so we lost him shortly after that. Our mother resisted until we became adults. After her death, we moved to this city, hoping to build a decent life for ourselves, but our mission has been harder than expected.

The man smiled with gentleness.

- A big city has no mercy on one’s pockets, that’s for sure. But compared to other people I’ve met, you three are responsible, hard workers. I bet it saved you from many problems all over the years.

You shrugged, flattered.

- You can say that.

- Y/n-san – the doctor took a step closer to you – First, I want to thank you for sharing this with me. Now, would you mind... showing your abilities?

You saw that coming, but you didn’t really mind. Your sisters were not there to see, and whatever the result, nothing would change for you.

- Not at all. But let me tell you that what you’re going to see is not pretty.

The doctor didn’t reply, but in his eyes you could read the clear message. Try me.

When you activated your ability, a pressure behind your eyes appeared and increased in seconds. The veins around them became prominent like blue lines carved on your skin, and despite not seeing your own face you knew your eyeballs were covered in pitch black. Something opened in your head from inside out and extended your consciousness through the space around you, so that you were aware of each event nearby, from the insects flying around the windows to your own heart beats. It was a heavy sensation, one that you needed time to manage even in such a small place like a corridor.

It didn't escape you the moment when the doctor flinched, but stood in his place and limited himself to take a deep breath.

Behind you and ahead, on the corridor you just crossed, there were lines of windows that have been locked for that entire month, gathering dust and other unwanted things. A gesture of your hand and all of them opened at the same time, the dust spreading thanks to the breeze tat invaded the space. You didn’t move from your place, but the doctor looked around with some nervousness.

A second gesture from you, and the glasses were heavily closed, the metallic noises of the latches echoing on the building right after. You lowered your hand with a sigh, waiting for the pressure in your eyes to diminish.

When it disappeared, you turned to the doctor again.

- I can control many objects at the same time, but the bigger their number, harder my work becomes. I also learned to manipulate living beings, but I avoid this for obvious reasons.

You did your best to maintain your posture, but your heart were screaming for a response. What do you think now that you saw it, Doctor? Please, tell me. It didn’t take long for you to have you answer, though.

- Listen, y/n-san – he took his suitcase again – I am not experienced with espers despite being familiar with the term, so that I cannot imagine what you’ve been through. But I understand that having a special condition can be very stressful. It might have you feeling excluded or misunderstood even among your friends, which makes you believe that the problem is in you, where in fact it is in the lack of information.

- Are you telling me that...

The doctor put a friendly hand on your shoulder.

- I know you’ve been carrying some feeling of shame or guilt towards your abilities, but what you need to see is that your powers are really impressive, and they’re an important part of you. So being ashamed of them is being ashamed of yourself, and that won’t help you at all. If you want to help yourself and be a good sister to Virginia-san and Frances-san, you must understand that.

Your cheeks warmed up and your eyes got wet again, but no tear came this time. You showed him your best smile in gratitude.

- Well, I think you’re right. I just wish I had heard this from my parents.

* Quercus acutissima, a species of oak tree found in Japan.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x y/n #bsd akutagawa

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If this ain’t adding too much onto your requests, a tickle fight between Rob, Radford, and Robin? Whether le unnamed little sister is added is up to you

WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE WANT THE BLONDIE SIBLINGS LMAO Not complaining ofc I love them

Lers Robin, Radford and Robert , Lees Robin, Raford and Robert

Warning: cussing and mention of eating animal parts

Word count: 1184

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Robin sighed as she plopped down on the couch, right next to her two brothers.

“She’s finally asleep…” she breathed, remembering how hard it had been to get the youngest blonde down for bed, after going through various stories and little chores for her.

“Yeah, we heard the struggle. Something tells me she was just stalling the whole time so she didn’t have to go to bed,” Radford theorized with a small, amused smile, which only grew as he saw his twin grow angrier.

“That little- You know what?” she asked, cooling down, “I can’t even blame her. I remember when you used to do that.”

“Wh- hey!” he complained, earning a small laugh from Robert, who was sitting on his other side.

“I wish I could’ve seen that. Dang it, Mom, you should have had me sooner!” the shortest in the room complained, shaking his fist at the sky.

“Well, at least she had you soon enough so that you could watch late night TV with us,” Radford consoled him. “Wanna watch Fear Factor?”

“Heck yeah!”

“Heck no!” Robin interjected, “That show is gross! You know how I am about animal organs.”

“Awwwww, big sis can’t take a little bit of nasty?~” Radford teased.

“Listen, I’m just saying, if they only used live animals and stunts, I’d be way more on board with watching it.”

“But the gross factor is the fun part!”

“I feel like you two watching me getting grossed out is the fun part!”

“But it’s so cool!”

“They ate reindeer nuts and pig uteri!”

“The reproductive organs of animals are really nutritious!”

“They sucked fluid out of braided up cow intestines and then drank it! I was drinking milk when I watched that episode and couldn’t finish it!”

“That sounds like a skill issue!”

“Oh my godddd, stop arguing so we can watch something!” Robert finally piped up, cutting the twins’ argument short.

“We’ll watch Who’s Line Is It Anyway, how about that?” Robin finally compromised, snatching the remote out of Radford’s hand and changing the channel before he could object.

“Ugh, rude,” he complained, crossing his arms and slumping against the back of the couch.

“Don’t make me take care of that attitude, Rad, I’ll do it,” Robin warned him.

“Try me, bitch.”

“I wouldn’t say that, considering which one of us is at risk for a serious tickling right now.”

“I would say you’re in just as much danger as me, sis!”

“Oh, really? Rob, get him!”

Robert, unable to resist a chance to be a playful little goofball, leapt onto his older brother, getting in a single squeeze to the ribs and was rewarded with a yelp from the taller before he was scooped up and pinned to the couch, Radford squeezing at his sides.

“C’mon, Robin, I know you can do better than that. You think that just because this little goofball was beside me that he could tickle me all on his own?” he playfully scolded his sister as his little brother was reduced to a puddle of laughter at his hands.

“RAHAHAD! RAHAD NOHOHOHO! ROHOBIHIHIHIN! HEHEHELP!!” the smallest squealed, reaching for his sister in an attempt to maybe drag her into this.

“Plan B!” she announced before leaping at her twin, wrapping her arms around him and yanking him down so he was pinned against her, before scribbling at his ribs. He squealed and tugged at her hands, kicking as best he could and squirming in her hold.

“Nohoho wahahait! Rohobihihin nohoho!!”

“Robin no, what?” she teased, looking over at the still-giggling little brother. “Wanna help, Rob?”

“Oho yeah!” he popped up enthusiastically at the offer, scooting over to the older two and attacking his big bro’s belly, causing him to let out the highest squeal they’d ever heard from him.

“PFT- Aww, Rad, what was that?” Robin cooed. She’d hadn’t heard him make a sound like that since they were kids.

“Shuhut uhuhup! Nohot cuhuhute!” he argued, attempting to curl up and hiding his blushing face. Even HE didn’t know he could squeal like that, it was way too embarrassing and he wanted nothing more than to hide.

“I’ll have to disagree, it was pretty dang cute, wasn’t it, Robert? … Robert?”

He was gone. It seemed that while Robin was busy cooing over her twin’s squeal, Robert had snuck off.

“Where did he- EE-” she let out a squeak as she felt something poking her back and whipped around to see the very little brother that had snuck off.

“Hi,” he grinned before scribbling at her back, making her squeal, nearly letting go of Radford but somehow holding strong.

“Nohoho! Dahammit Rohohob C’MEHERE!” she ground out the last word and snatched up the little blonde with one arm, holding (and still tickling) her twin in the other, making him squeak in surprise. She held him close and clawed at his belly, eliciting another squeak and bright, bubbly giggles and making him curl up around her hand.

“Youhu’re sohoho mehehean!” Rad complained half-heartedly, as though he didn’t enjoy every chance he had to laugh his heart out.

“Mean? Excuse me, who here wanted to watch a show that grosses me out, and then tried to act like he was some big man when I told him to screw off?”

“Shehe- She’s gohot youhu thehehere, Rahahd!”

“Hey, don’t act like you’re out of the woods, you little traitor. I ask for your help, but all you do is distract me with the cutest squeal I’ve ever heard Radford make-”

“Shuhut uhuhup! NOHOHO nohohot the bahahack!!” Rad attempted to argue before being immediately shut down by his worst spot being targeted.

“- And then try to tickle me!”

“Ihi suhucceheheedehehed! Youhu’re juhuhust fahahast!” Rob argued.

“Either way, I’m not gonna stop tickling either of you until you both apologize!”

“”Neheveheheher!”

“Ihin youhuhur dreheams!”

She sighed dramatically at the two. “Then I guess you leave me no choice…”

Suddenly she was kneading at Robert’s side as she poked and prodded along Radford’s shoulder blades, eliciting bright squeals and loud laughter from both boys, Radford quickly tapping out with a rushed “IHI’MSORRYI’MSOHORRYSTAPSTAPSTAP!!”

Robin let her twin go, now focusing on the little brother caught in her arms, holding him close as she squeezed and kneaded his sides, making his cackles go pitchy and squeaky as he tugged at her hands and kicked his legs, squeaking out the best apology he could muster. Just like that, the tickles stopped, Robin still holding him close as he calmed down.

“Suhu- suddehenly Who’s Line Ihis It Ahanyway doesn’t sohohound toho bad…” Rad giggled out as he regained his composure, sitting up and leaning against his twin.

“I knew you’d come around… but,” she yawned, “now I’m tired.”

Robert moved to snuggle up between his two older siblings. “Well, that’s what cuddle piles are for…” he mumbled, a little sleepy himself.

That morning, as the smallest blonde emerged from her room, she came across the sight that was no doubt the product of the noise she’d heard last night; her three older siblings snuggled up and snoring away on the couch.

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Two of these asks look like they were sent by the same person lmao

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