#and like…. I won’t necessarily be back or done with my break either but….

[thecuriousquest]

Yandere Alphabet: Kakashi Hatake

Warnings: Yandere themes, control, possessive tendencies, spanking, kidnapping, sex, talk of death, mention of killing, mention of reader dying, manipulation

Thoughts are always welcome, and Ask Box is open.

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Kakashi grew up alone, so I think his affection would be a bit too intense. He wouldn’t smother you all the time, and I don’t think he would be needy either, but he would want to dominate you, and one of those ways is by making sure that you can’t get away from him when he wants a hug or a kiss. He’s making sure you know damn well who’s in charge.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He’ll spill as much blood as he has to. He’s a dangerous Yandere who won’t let anyone walk all over him or his relationship with you. He would be jealous, you have to remember that because of his lonesome childhood. He’s not going to let anyone come between his Darling and him.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would treat you with a tenderness you didn’t know he could show. He’s going to the store to buy ingredients for a special dinner on your first night with him. He wouldn’t necessarily mock you, but he would talk to you as if you were a spooked animal without realizing it. That is what would make you think you’re being mocked.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll force you to sleep in the bed with him, but he won’t sleep with you until you’re ready for that next step. As much as he wants to fuck you, he’s self-aware enough to know that forcing himself on you wouldn’t lead to anything good. In fact, he knows it would thwart his goals in having you love him back.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

It takes a really fucking long time for him to open up to you. He’s not at all inclined to do it at first, but after being with you for more than a year, he’d be willing to be vulnerable with you. First, he’ll tell you about his father. A month later, comes the talk about Obito and Rin. After that, he’ll spill about Minato. Once all that’s out on the table, he’s talking to you with pride about Team Seven.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He’s not happy. He wants you to feel comfortable with him. If you try to fight him, he’ll grab you by one wrist and the back of your neck, twist you until your back is facing him, and pin you down on the ground. He’ll sit on your squirming body for as long as he needs to until you calm down. Don’t doubt him. He’ll probably read a book to pass the time if it’s taking too long. “Are you done with your tantrum? I’m not going to put up with this childish behavior all night.”

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He wouldn’t like the fact that you’re trying to escape, but he would watch you to see how far you can get before you tire out. He goes into Anbu mode and stalks you, quietly enjoying every single one of your survival mistakes.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He has the Sharingan, so his genjutsus would be your worst experience. He wouldn’t want to break you mentally or have you go insane. You wouldn’t be yourself anymore after that, and he fell in love with you for who you are entirely. However, he’s not afraid to place you in a world of his own if you were to cross him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Kakashi wants you to be with him forever, but he isn’t in it for marriage or kids. He’ll only marry you/become a dad if that’s what you want. He just wants someone he can love as he grows old. Once he has found his person, that is his future ideal with his s/o.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Of course he gets jealous, you silly goose! He’s a possessive Yandere. He wouldn’t be able to stand a guy even glancing in your direction. He’d be holding your hand and dragging you home. In the case that you aren’t kidnapped or haven’t been kidnapped yet, when you get home, he’s stripping you and making you realize whom you belong to with each thrust inside of you. You’re calling his name and begging for more. It’s exactly what you need.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He’s mostly a hugger from behind kind of guy. He likes the feeling of you in his arms as he nuzzles your neck, moving your hair to the side. He likes to put his hands on your waist or thighs. He definitely isn’t shy while touching you, seeing it as a claim. He needs others to know you’re his. You have to understand his more reserved/calm disposition, so I can’t see him pushing you up against a tree and making out with you in public. He’s more subtle than that, walking around with an arm slung around your waist to help other men know you’re unavailable.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He’ll ask you out to dinner and bring flowers when picking you up. He prefers walks as well, so like a true gentleman, he’s walking you home to make sure you’re safe.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes, abso-fucking-lutely. If you were to spot him with Might Guy having one of their contests, you would never think, Oh, that guy certainly kills people who talk to his s/o and then kidnaps said person so that he can be with them forever.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Kakashi deals with brats all day, so when he comes home to one, he’s spanking you. He’s spanking you long and hard. He’s not stopping until he sees bruises or even blisters. Your tears and pleas for mercy are no guarantee that he’ll call it a night.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You can wave goodbye to your freedom. You also don’t get a choice in what you eat anymore since he’s the one feeding you. The only time he asks you what you want to eat is when it’s your birthday. Your right to privacy is out the window. If you’re getting dressed, he’s not going to knock. He’ll just open the door and walk right in.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

The first time he sighs is a warning, and you better pay attention to it because after that sigh, there are no second chances. He can ignore some things pretty easily, but there are also some things he just won’t tolerate. As mentioned before, if he has to pin you down, he can be patient while he waits for you to calm yourself. However, if you try to emotionally manipulate him by bringing up his past, he no longer has the patience to deal with you. I can see him as someone threatening you, choking you slightly, or using a genjutsu on you to stop your attempts at manipulation.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

You’d never be able to successfully escape him unless he died, so forget about that one. If you die, he will mourn you for the longest time before finally giving up on love. He wouldn’t try to find another s/o after you. If you love him back, and you told him to move on with your dying words because it would make you happy to know he’s happy, then I could see him trying his best to move on from you. It would be hard, but I think he could manage to do it.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He’s not letting you go. He’s self-aware, but he’s too happy with you. After being lonely for so long, he finally has someone he can be with, someone to love and cherish. He doesn’t feel guilty at all, he’s rather possessive of you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Definitely childhood trauma. His father killed himself, he watched his two teammates die, and he watched his Sensei die. Not only that, but when he grew up and became attached to Team Seven, one of the little fuckers decided to run off and join Orochimaru.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates seeing you cry. He understands that tears come with certain punishments, so he doesn’t mind those ones too much. If you’re crying outside of being punished, then he’ll do whatever he can to fix it. He won’t allow you to isolate yourself though. Sure, he’ll give you space, but he knows when you’re purposely trying to distance yourself from him, and he won’t have any of that nonsense.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Though he has you, he’s still going to enjoy his sexy reading material. Just because he has you doesn’t mean you get all of his attention. The reason why this makes Kakashi different from classic Yanderes is because they would typically see their Darling as enough to capture their attention. They become the Yandere’s sole focus. However, you are not the only thing Kakashi focuses on. Does this bother you? GOOD! He’ll use that against you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

None, he’s a top shinobi with a Sharingan. Bitch even became Hokage! He can see through your manipulations, he’s not afraid to see you cry, and he’ll kill anyone you ask for help, and he’ll get away with it too.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He won’t kill you. He loves you too much to do that. He isn’t above inflicting heavy doses of pain, however. Push too hard, and you might find yourself at the sharp end of a kunai or reeling from a harsh genjutsu.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He isn’t one to worship you. He loves you so much, but he won’t let you push him around or manipulate him. He’ll move a mountain for you, though. He’ll protect you with everything he has. That’s about as far as he’s willing to go, however.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I’m placing a bet for four to five months before he snaps.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He won’t break you. If he wanted a fucking table, he’d buy one. That’s exactly how he’d think of you if he broke you: a lifeless object. Sure, you wouldn’t be running anytime soon, but I can’t see him being happy because of that. He would want you back so badly if you were to break.

#naruto #yandere #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #yandere kakashi #yandere kakashi hatake #yandere kakashi hatake x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere kakashi hatake x darling

[butterbeerblurbs]

grow with me, grow with you (f.w.)

💌 : fred adores the things you adore... even if it means being a plant dad. (that it gets him excited to one day thinking he’ll hopefully be a father to your children) 📝 word count: 902 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 silly (but maybe sweet?) fluff / timeline is set after the war / reader isn’t necessarily written to be chinese but does have chinese traits/beliefs (bc i’m chinese lol) 💬: as a mother of four money plants... yes... 🌿

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the sight fred’s granted with is one that he can’t quite wrap his head around (despite being somewhat fond of herbology, when things escape the realm of magic, it’s tricky). he wants to help but he feels like his way of helping is staying out of your way, watching as you put together two pots–wait those are bowls–of... “what’s that?”

he already feels his heart swooning at the way your eyes twinkle up to him as you hold them up. they’re a pair of orange bowls, both with plants sprouting from them. he remains seated by his office desk, resting his chin in his palm as you approach him to let him see what they are. he’s seen them before, around your shared home, your parents’ home, even a couple of your friends but he has never questioned them before. until now, when you place one bowl on george’s table, and the other onto his table, right next to a photo frame of fred’s favourite photograph of the both of you during summer break.

“this is a money plant.”

fred places his pen, raising his brow, “does it–(grow money?)”you quickly reach over the table and slap your hand over his mouth, “no, it doesn’t.”

he snorts against your palm, peeling it off his face so he can give you a tug so you would walk around the table. you comply, standing by his chair until he shifts back and pulls you to sit on his lap. as he hooks his chin on your shoulder, he watches as you lure the bowl closer so fred can have a look.

“so they just... grow in water?”

“yep,” you nod, hands circling the orange bowl.

he makes a sound. “won’t they drown?”

“well... they’re under a category of plants that can grow in water, which is different to the ones that grow in soil. but that doesn’t mean these can’t grow in soil, either.”

“...”

“have i lost you, freddie?”

he scoffs a laugh and buries his face to your neck, “it’s like herbology all over again...”

you nudge the bowl to the side, so that your hands are able to rub over his arms hooking you down. “it doesn’t matter, you just have to make sure you refill the water when it gets low and i’ll come by to clean it from time to time.”

he peeks up with pursued lips. “is there a reason why you have this specific plant in here?”

“well...” you hesitate for a moment, but with fred imploring you with his curious, wide eyes and the kind of aura that ensures you he’ll never judge you for anything, you cave in. “it’s a bit silly, but don’t laugh, okay?”

he uses a free hand to imitate zipping his lips.

“like the name, these money plants are believed to bring good luck for businesses and... you know, money. my parents believes in them and naturally, i do too. whether it does bring in money or not, it’s always comforted me when i get stressed so maybe they could offer the same to you, too.”

you grow conscious when fred’s all silent, though he’s smiling, you can’t quite capture what he’s thinking. it makes you press your lips together and lightly pat on his arm around your waist, chuckling awkwardly.

“i told you it was silly,”

he shakes his head and presses a kiss to your shoulder, “that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me.”

“you’re not pulling my leg, are you?”

“certainly am not... though, i can if you’d like.”

at fred’s hidden innuendo, it makes you gasp, “freddie!”

“what? do the plants have eyes?”

“freddie, they’re plants, not animals.”

“guess we won’t have a problem then.”

((fred notices you’ve disappeared into his office for a few good minutes, so he’s decided to come check on you. he reaches his office and looms by the door, peeking through the crack to see you placing–what he assumes to be cleaned plants–onto his table with a small smile.

then he overhears: “grow up to be strong and healthy, okay? give freddie and good ol’ george blooming business.” he tries not to laugh, but hearing your laugh to your own childishness almost gets him to crack. “that’s silly. but i mean it, okay? they’ve worked so hard, and you will too, to grow.”

just as you gently pat the leaves and move to stand up straight, your head lifts to the door to see... “h-how long have you been standing there?”

fred smirks. “enough to hear you sweet talking to the plants instead of me.”

“...i hear talking kindly to your plants will help them grow.”

fred doesn’t know why, but for some reason fred imagines that one day, you’ll be talking kindly to the children the both of you could potentially share. it makes his heart full just thinking about it, even though he knows his silence is making you anxious, mind jumping to conclusions.

at his silence, and the way his cheeks start to blush at the thought of starting a family with you, it was your turn to get curious.

“what’re you thinking about, freddie?”

he clears his throat, blinking a couple of times to return to being in this reality with you. he takes a step back, shaking his head, “n-nothing. i’ll leave you be now.”

“wait! i wanna know, i wanna know!”

fred makes a bolt for it.))

#fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley fanfiction #hp fics #harry potter #harry potter fics

[fullofgutsndopamine]

childhood friends tattoo complete bullshit under the cut

i wrote this on my breaks so it won’t be good, and i’ll be deleting it later but

charlie stood in front of you with red rimmed eyes, sniffling, using the back of his hands to wipe at his nose that was already red.

this isn’t necessarily an unfamiliar sight, but still jarring regardless.

“charlie-“

“Doctor said it’s broken,” he sniffles, “Danny is never gonna let me live this down.”

Daniel was charlie’s biggest gripe in life, the mop of red head and freckles that sits behind him and constantly pokes and prodes at wilbur until he’s in tears. charlie is never good enough for Daniel-too loud or too quiet that day, too obnoxious, breathing too loud-the amount of times you’ve had to turn in your seat and glare at Daniel is nearing in the twenties everyday.

“No bug catching, either”.

charlie sniffles, a loud and obnoxious one, like that’s the final mail in the coffin for him, his thirtieth reason why.

“Cmon.”

you pull him gently by his good hand, the floor creaks and groans and protests under the two of you as make your way to your room, set him on the bed as you go through drawers.

“I know how to make it better.”

it’s muffled, with your head in the drawer, but charlie still sounds miserable:

“is it amputation?”

Your eyes narrow, about to bicker with him about it but when you catch sight of his frizzy hair, his rubbed red nose-you stop yourself.

“Better.”

you gently pull charlie onto the floor next to you and he sits cross legged as you slowly unpack an old art case, filled with half dying markers and others long faded.

you him as you begin:

“This is a star, it’s good luck.”

silence before you start again: “and a butterfly-it’s for healing.”

charlie sniffles, knows it’s not true, is because it’s his favorite bug, can talk your ears off about them anyway.

some hearts in the middle for good measure, followed by what could look like a fucked up pine tree, jagged and a sharp mess.

“and this,” you say gently as you press hard onto the cast, “is for protection. it’s a lightning bug.”

“this will help?”

he’s still sniffling, sounds unsure as he eyes you carefully before you roll your eyes:

“i’d never lie to you, charlie.”

he seems satisfied with that, the kind that only children can have when they’re fed a lie.

“what’s that?”

he points at the vines and flowers that slither around the wrist of the cast, bloom into small flowers on their way up his thumb-

“flowers. they make everything better.”

finally, finally-a laugh out of him. the smile cracks against his lips and he seems satisfied with this answer.

“All done,” you proudly show him, “Daniel won’t be able to make fun of this-it’s way too cool and it’s all for protection.”

He sniffles.

“and,” you add, “if he does i’ll be there too, charlie. i’ll protect you.”

he laughs, a gentle slug to your shoulder:

“i’ll race you to our tree,” he says, “i bet i can find a cooler worm than you can.”

Years pass. the constant charlie was fades; goes from a nightly call to a weekly call to monthly to him fading into oblivion. charlie tried to hold on as long as he can, with white knuckles as he grips onto you, tries to hold onto the part of you he remembers, that chased you around a too small yard and was his favorite co bug catcher but to now luck.

charlie grows-all limbs and hard edges now, his hair is longer and his arms with long and detailed tattoos dance up and down them-found a career in it, the thing he least expected to do-

You find charlie where you’d least expect him; a buzzing grocery store as you chew on the stumps of your nails, contemplating prices and ingredients and food for the week-

charlie is much like a newborn deer learning to walk for the first time, even still. hasn’t learned how to operate these long legs and torso, a stranger in his own body-

“Hey!” a hard shove in your back, “watch it.”

your face is already mad, red that attention will be on you for this second. you open your mouth to chastise the stranger more but all that comes out is his name

“charlie?”

it’s awkward, for half a second. this now stranger, trying to learn him again-and when he thrusts his hand out for a handshake, like all those years growing up were nothing, strangers now-is when you catch it

his sleeve lifts up slightly when his hand is out, and you can’t help yourself as your finger lightly lifts his shirt, sees the vines and blooming flowers wrapped around his thumb, the heart by his pinky looks suspiciously close to something a child would conjure up-

“you kept them.”

he shrugs, his face red:

“they keep me safe, right?”

it hangs in the air for a second as you look at these old markings you did, how they look so much like your own from all these years ago.

his voice pulls you away.

“let me take you out,” he says, unsure himself where this confidence is from, not the same kid who would cry if you looked at him wrong, “explain ‘em to you.”

your head pops up, shocked as well of how confident he is but instead you’re nodding before you can even stop yourself, agreeing.

#caroline writes #charlie slimecicile #charlie slimecicle x you #charlie slimesicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimesicle fanart #slimecicle x y/n #slimecicle x you #slimecicle fic #slimecicle imagine #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle

[auspicious-manner]

Hi, if you are still taking requests can you write Dodge x reader with the prompt "taking a bath tohether" from the prompt list?

i’m always going to be taking requests! i changed up the prompt a bit, but it still mostly fits with the whole bath theme. i took inspiration from that one scene from episode 4 with dodge and natalie in the hot tub. i hope you like it!

female reader x dodge mason

warnings: it gets a little sensual at one point but nothing too crazy

Steam

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it was the night of the player’s ball, and Y/N couldn’t be more excited. she was thrilled to have a break from all of the stress and fear that panic caused, and she loved a good excuse to get dressed up. although she was originally planning on getting beyond drunk at the party, she lost a game of rock, paper, scissors against both heather and nat and was then demoted to being the designated driver for the night.

heather, nat, and Y/N all decided to get ready for the party at nat’s house. Y/N was wearing a light blue silk dress with spaghetti straps that hugged her body close, and a silver choker around her neck that reflected any light that hit it perfectly. she wore small hoop earrings that matched her choker. her shoes were also a shiny silver with a small heel to give her some height. she went for a natural smoky eye look, and she tied her hair back into a half up half down look with her curtain bangs hanging around the sides of her face.

she looked in the mirror at herself, admiring the look she threw together. nat appeared in the mirror behind her. “Y/N, you look hot.” nat said, placing her hands on Y/N’s shoulders.

“thanks nat,” she started, turning around to look at her. “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

heather came out of the bathroom, her dress already on as well. “i think we all look hot tonight.”

the three girls all got into heather’s car, driving to diggins’ motel where the party was being held.

pulling up, the music was loud and there were already players drinking and partying. “let’s go get some drinks.” nat said to heather as they ran off. “hope you girls have fun tonight!” Y/N yelled back sarcastically.

she walked into the back, and she looked around to see if there were any nonalcoholic beverages she could drink. when she saw that there were none besides water, she took a bottle of water and poured it into a red plastic cup. she didn’t want to seem like a buzzkill drinking the water straight from the bottle.

“what’s that in there, vodka?” a voice asked from beside her. Y/N turned her head to the right and saw that it was dodge mason.

her and dodge had an oddly flirty relationship. Y/N wasn’t necessarily in the right state of mind to want a relationship, but she liked to play along with the flirting just for the fun of it. she couldn’t read dodge as well as she could read everyone else, though. she couldn’t tell if he liked to flirt for shits and giggles like she did, or if he was actually trying to make advances.

they knew of each other during school. they didn’t dislike each other, but they certainly weren’t friends. it wasn’t until the first challenge at the drop where they began to talk more. maybe dodge had something for Y/N in a swimsuit.

“nope, just water.” Y/N replied back.

“really? no alcohol?” dodge asked, surprised.

“being the designated driver sucks.”

dodge sighed. “i won’t be drinking all that much tonight either. this is only my second drink, and after this i’m done.”

Y/N nodded. the two stood in silence for a quick moment. dodge almost said something, hesitated, and then started again. “i’m bored. should we… check out the hot tub?”

Y/N smirked playfully. “you want to check out the hot tub with me?”

“who else would i check it out with?”

she smiled. “fine, you win.”

dodge and Y/N walked over to the hot tub, which happened to be empty. “want to get in with me?” dodge asked confidently.

she turned bright red. “me? get in with you?”

dodge looked at her and squinted. “you say that like i have cooties.”

“i just never took you as the bold type, mason.”

“well, maybe we should work on learning more about each other.”

the pair looked at each other for a moment. “you know, i totally would get in with you, but i have nothing on under this dress besides underwear. sorry.”

dodge took his shirt off. “i don’t mind.”

Y/N bit her lip. she contemplated her options for a moment, before saying, “okay fine. but if you stare at my boobs at any point,” she started, stepping closer to dodge and stopping when she was right under him. “i’ll slit your throat.”

dodge held his breath. “yes ma’am.”

Y/N turned around and took her dress off as dodge got into the hot tub. “dodge, don’t look at me until i get into the water, okay?”

“will do, princess.”

Y/N turned bright red again and walked towards the hot tub. she took note of how dodge had his hands over his eyes, looking down. she gently stepped into the water and sunk down so only her neck stayed above water.

dodge continued to keep his head down, and Y/N rolled her eyes. “you can look at me now.”

he removed his hands from his eyes and looked up. he gave a small smile. “this water feels great.”

Y/N nodded. “it’s almost like bath water.”

“if you think about it, it’s almost like we’re taking a bath together.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide, and she felt her cheeks burn up. dodge noticed this and laughed to himself before continuing. “i mean, we’re both almost naked, we’re sitting in a warm tub together, all that’s missing is some soap and a little rubber duckie.”

Y/N tried her hardest to not laugh. “did you really have to throw in the duck part?”

dodge giggled. “yes, i did. you don’t play in the bath with a rubber duck?” he asked, scooting closer to her.

she pressed her back to the wall of the tub. “i did when i was like, five. i’m seventeen now.” she said, feeling butterflies in her stomach the closer dodge got. he was right in front of her now.

dodge looked over her face, and Y/N glanced down at his lips before quickly placing her glare back on his bright blue eyes that just so happened to match her dress.

“you looked beautiful tonight. that dress fit you very well.” dodge said to her, quietly.

“thank you.” Y/N said, almost in a whisper.

“your hair and makeup both look stunning too.” dodge said, his eyes still looking straight into hers.

“thank you.” she said again, the butterflies still present in her stomach.

“too bad it’s going to get ruined.” before Y/N could even react, dodge stepped back and splashed her with a wave of water while he erupted in laughter. hearing him laugh, she couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“you are so dead dodge!” she then splashed him, and a splash war commenced. Y/N was losing, however, because she remembered to keep her chest under the water.

“okay, okay, you won!” Y/N exclaimed as dodge stopped splashing. the two continued to laugh even after the war was over.

dodge admired her from afar. “this was a fun bath. we should do this more often, Y/N.”

“once again, not a bath.”

dodge shrugged, and stepped closer to her again. “a boy can dream, right?” the two froze again, and at the same time, both leaned in and kissed each other. dodge held Y/N’s chin with his hand and tilted her head up to get deeper into the kiss.

“wow, i can’t tell what’s steamier. you guys, or the hot tub.” they broke away from their kiss and saw natalie and heather with drinks in their hand.

“we were going to get in, but seeming as you two are clearly busy, we’ll leave you to it. carry on!” heather said as she left with nat, giggling as they walked away.

dodge and Y/N looked at each other before turning and kissing once again. she couldn’t believe she finally let dodge get to her, and she was completely sober nonetheless. “what have i gotten myself into?” she thought. she didn’t let that passing thought stay present in her mind for long, because the longer she kept kissing dodge, the more she didn’t want it to stop.

#mike faist #panic on prime #mike faist riff #riff x reader #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason x reader #dodge mason #mike faist imagine

[softquietsteadylove]

I would like to do a request for the Doctor AU

How about some protective Thena?

She hears angry shouting from 3 woman in the waiting area, letting their anger out on Gil, even lashing out on him physically. He tries to calm them down but doesn’t fight them back of course.

They are angry because they are waiting so long (minor things nothing dangerous) and they saw how Gil came in with a patient with life threatening wounds just going passing them and they decide it was enough of waiting for them 🙄

And Thena won’t stand there and watch them!👀

Thena sets down her charts with a sigh. It's been a busy night for the emergency room, not necessarily by seriousness but by sheer volume. They can't seem to catch a break. It's been patient after patient, so far.

And she feels like she hasn't seen Gil in hours.

He's been on run after run for minor accidents and taking patients to other hospitals. He's texted her a few times between runs, but mostly they've commiserated about how busy they've been tonight.

She can't wait to get off shift and go home with him.

Not that they necessarily go home together all the time, now. And even when they do, it's not always a date...thing. Sometimes they really do just go home and fall asleep on the couch together. She doesn't know if that makes it better or worse.

"Hey."

Thena's heart leaps in her chest at the familiar greeting, and she tries not to look disappointed when she realises it's Ajak who said it and not a certain someone. She smiles, "hey."

Ajak holds her hand out and nods her head, "you're almost done right? Let me finish those."

Thena nibbles at her lip a little, looking down at her charts (arguably her least favourite part of the job). She peeks up at Ajak, "are you sure?"

Ajak just gives her a smirk and pulls the clipboard towards herself. "I'm sure, honey. You go and find that hot hunk of yours."

Thena rolls her eyes at Ajak, storming away so she won't know how embarrassing she finds it that Ajak knows all about their little secret. It's not like she told her!

She didn't have to.

Thena does leave the nurses' station and heads towards the main waiting room. Gil should be done his last run by now, judging by how long ago he texted. She reaches for the end of her ponytail idly.

"We've been here for hours!"

She frowns; it isn't uncommon to get people who are unhappy with the wait times. And feel happy to take it out on them (those still seeing them despite the global shortage on people in the healthcare profession).

"Why did they get seen before us?!"

"Or do these numbers mean nothing?!"

Thena rolls her eyes. A couple of Karens cawing up a storm like seagulls in a parking lot. Nothing new, and certainly nothing interesting.

"Ladies, please, we're doing what we can."

Thena picks up her pace until she's jogging towards the waiting room. When she arrives, there is indeed a swarm of women cawing about their wait time. But they're taking it out on Gilgamesh.

Gil is trying to look at all of them at once, holding up his hands close to himself as they swing and smack him with their hands and even their purses. He grunts a little, obviously not pleased but not exactly one to fight back, either.

"You call yourself a medic when you leave women with possible fractures waiting like this?!"

"HEY!"

Thena storms over, moving between the women and Gil, who looks like a dog getting water poured on him. She plants her hands on her hips.

"Who the hell are you?" the one who thought swinging around her purse was appropriate behaviour.

"I'm the doctor here, and I want to know what the hell you think you're doing to my paramedic!" Thena snarls at them, not one to back down from intimidation, whether it be from a Karen or a Chad. She glowers at them.

"We saw him take people in there!" another one points with her pointy little finger. "When we've been out here for hours!"

Thena swats the hand away from them. "You are out here because of the degree of your injury and because the emergency room is understaffed. Every emergency room is understaffed!"

"Well, that's not our fault!" the third one huffs in her face. She holds up her wrist, "I have a wrist fracture that needs treatment! And you've taken three people in there ahead of us!"

Thena eyed the woman. If her wrist were fractured, she most absolutely would not be holding it up in that position. At worst, she had pinched a nerve between her ulna and tibia and it was being aggravated from being waved around. "Then put it down."

All three women looked aghast.

"Thena," Gil tried to put his hand on her shoulder, no doubt to talk her down from getting into a screaming match with the patient and her accompaniment.

"This is how you treat your patients?!" the purse swinger rages at her.

Thena doesn't take it lying down, though. If anything, it's taking everything in her not to give the wrist a hard squeeze to give her something to be genuinely hurt over. "For the treatment of my paramedic, you're lucky I haven't called security and ordered you to a different ER."

"He-"

"Has other patients!" Thena steps forward, forcing the other women back with her sheer anger. She clenches her hands into fists, bellowing at them. "People who have been in accidents, people who are in need of a lot more than an x-ray and a compression sleeve!"

"I-"

"Have a repetitive stress injury at most!" Thena barks at her. She puts more distance between them and Gil behind her. "And it's no excuse to treat him the way you have!"

The women are almost all the way back in the seats they vacated just to harass Gil. "We-"

"If I ever see you anywhere near him again, I will have every authority there is to drag you out of here! And you should count yourself lucky I don't do it myself!"

The women are practically clenching their metaphorical pearls. They eye her with disgust, "th-this is unacceptable! We'll call the hospital for the way you're treating us!"

"By all means, ladies!" Thena invites, moving from angry to practically manic. She wants to lie down so bad. "Name's Thena, and you can complain all you want! But no one lays a hand on him while I'm alive and breathing!"

The women turn on their heels, already huffing and muttering up a storm about their treatment. But Thena couldn't care less. They can try to sue her for all she cares. She tugs at her scrub top, "the nerve of people these days."

"Thanks."

Thena inhales and finally looks up at her soft, precious Gil. He gives her a sheepish smile and she frowns again, reaching up to his cheek, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he laughs, leaning into her touch as they make their way out of the waiting room and towards the ambulance bay and parking lot. "It's a couple of mean ladies with press-on nails, honey. They're not gonna break me."

"Still," Thena grumbles, tugging at his work hoodie until it's less rumpled and sitting properly on him. She tilts her head, "if you have so much as a bruise I'm gonna find where those women live and-"

Gil kisses her.

She stills for a second, panic flooding her as she thinks about anyone seeing them. But then the cool of the ambulance bay and the wind tunnel it creates rushes over her. She melts into the kiss because she's not very good at thinking about other things when Gil is kissing her. She's tried--it never works.

Gil pulls away slowly, his lips leaving her oh-so reluctantly. He raises his brows at her, "what were you saying?"

She nibbles at her lip a little, turning shy not that he's doused the embers of her temper so lovingly. She looks down at their shoes as they keep walking, "just...making sure you're okay."

"I'm okay," he assures her, taking her hand in his once they're in the employee parking lot and relatively alone. He smiles, "thanks for the save, though."

"Hm," she nods, letting his thumb trace over her skin and chase away the last of her energy. She sighs, "let's just go home."

"Sounds perfect," he chuckles, kissing her temple as they head to her car. "Hungry?"

"Nope," she declares definitely now that sitting down is so in-sight. She digs out her keys and tosses them at him, "just sleep."

"You got it, baby," he chuckles, pulling her in for another kiss before letting her drift to the passenger side of the car. "Drive thru?"

"Fine," she groans as she throws herself into the car and yawns loudly, "you pick where."

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #no one messes with Gil! #not while his work wife is here to goddamn fight them over it #Thena is ready to throw hands #HIPAA oath be damned #if they're not her patients they're not her problem #that's not true #but still no one hurts her Gil #she's there roaring at them like a lioness #and then Gil gets her in the car and she curls up in the passenger seat with the heat on like a kitten #he thinks it's so cute #he gets them fast food #carries Thena inside from the car #basically hand feeds her as they lie on her couch recovering from their busy shift #Thena feels like a goddess being fed grapes by her champion #really she's in in a silk night dress while Gil feeds her jalapeno poppers #still romantic though!

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Please know your work is never for naught. The small amount it gets is only because the algorithm isn’t nice to writers. It’s okay to become unmotivated but doesn’t mean people don’t appreciate it. I, for one, love your pirate au. I, unfortunately, haven’t found time to read it yet but I will!! When I do, please know that I will really enjoy it thoroughly. I truly understand your feeling when it comes to works that had a lot of effort being put into it feel wasted because it does not garner the attention you wished it had gotten. It has happened to me as well. I won’t give up and I surely hope you don’t either! Keep up the good work.

Well thanks! I won’t delete or anything but I’m definitely going to post less. A bunch of my favorite works are my seventeen one-shots but most of those flop & it hurts 😔 not sure if people don’t want to read anything long or I just have bad taste because I think I’m dropping a banger & nagh💀 it’s been a super tiring few days with lowkey stressful guests & getting sick so I just feel like shit all round lmao but thank you for your kind words 🥺 I hope you like the pirate au if you read it. I realize it’s not as good as the last one lol but it sure did take forever somehow still 😂

I don’t plan in going anywhere necessarily but maybe I need to take a break or something, I don’t know. I don’t feel like I’m making things that make people happy anymore which is what I wanted. I’ve been getting a lot work done on my irl novel/story collection projects that I want to publish so maybe I just need to focus on that & just read fic 🤷🏻‍♀️ I came back on here to make kpop friends & that hasn’t happened super fast either tbh

#ateez #seventeen #ateez reactions #seventeen reactions #ask #heart-brew-love #marti talks too much #I may dump out a few drafts/my collab work I promised & then go full hiatus mode who knows 🫡

[the-queen-and-the-king]

The break up

Summary: S03E02. Emily is back home after the case when someone rings her bell. She opens and finds Aaron. He looks desperate.

Characters: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss

Contents: angst, cheating, smut, oral sex (m receiving) NSFW/MINORS DNI

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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                When she asked him why he had finally decided to come back and support his team, he avoided her gaze and replied: "Nothing". She hadn't believed him but hadn't insisted on knowing more either. She had guessed his discomfort and opted for an understanding attitude, while the answer aroused her curiosity. With the BAU director shunning gossip like the plague, she was more than a little surprised to see him reappear on her doorstep once the mission was over, his face devastated.

“Hotch?”

“She’s gone.”

Her brain didn't understand who he was talking about.

“Wh…? Who's gone?" she stuttered, confused.

“Haley.”

“Oh.”

Her heartbeat accelerated sharply in her chest and two emotions began to battle in her mind. On the one hand, sorrow choked her throat and she had to contain her urge to take him in her arms and whisper to him that it was only a bad moment to pass. On the other, a strange satisfaction washed over her, as if she'd just won a significant victory. Suppressing the smile that threatened to stretch her lips, she encouraged him to enter her apartment and pointed to the sofa at the end of the entrance hall. He stumbled towards it like a zombie, mumbling incoherent phrases.

“I… Excuse-me… You must… I don’t know where… Sorry…”

“Sit down and drink this,” she said, handing him a glass of gin.

It would have been healthier to serve him water, but her instincts told her that something strong would help him gather his thoughts. She took her place in the armchair nearby, her own container in hand. As he continued to spout inconsistent words, she ordered him, with her chin, to swallow his drink. Almost without realizing it, he raised his arm and took a first sip, then a second, a third and so on until the last drop. Emily held back a whistle of admiration. He exhaled, and then inhaled, before launching forward, more confident but no less troubled.

“I'm sorry to barge in at your place like this...”

“It’s nothing.”

“You must want to sleep…”

“I'm telling you everything's fine, she interrupted, calmly. What happened?”

“She’s gone. I…”

His gaze was turned to the side, immersed in his memories, and confusion marked his features.

“All her belongings are gone, and Jack's too. She… she has left.”

This realization obviously hurt him like hell. The female profiler had to restrain herself again from sitting beside him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and lulling him with soothing words. If she ever dared, he'd get up and run away; she had no doubt about that. The part of her brain that was enjoying the situation told her that she was going to have to play it smart.

“Did she leave a note?”

“On… only: ’Don’t call me’.”

It sounded like a message from an angry woman who wanted to be left alone until the pressure had died down. At least the abduction hypothesis could be ruled out.

“Why? Continued the young woman, cautiously. Why do you think she’s made that decision?”

He opened his mouth, ready to give her a ready-made answer, but then thought better of it. His back arched and he dodged her gaze more than ever. He knew. He understood perfectly why she'd done it, but expressing it out loud embarrassed him. Or hurt him even more than this hasty departure. It was hard to tell in a man like him, so used to concealing his emotions. So she put her glass back on the table and brushed her fingertips across his knee.

“Hotch, I won’t tell the others.”

He lifted his nose, eyes wide. She wasn't sure whether this was because of what she'd just said, or because of the sudden contact between them, but she saw him swallow, keeping that frightened look on his face. She took her hand back, and he regained a semblance of serenity. Only a semblance, as tears suddenly formed at the edge of his eyelids. He watched without really seeing them, his phalanges full of nervous twitches, and said, in a broken voice:

“You… you wanted to know why... why I had finally decided to join the team.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, hiding her impatience behind a benevolent pout.

“I… She's cheating on me.”

A brief chuckle made her mouth twitch, which he fortunately didn't notice. It was the best news he could give her and, at the same time, she was shocked by this revelation. They looked like such a perfect couple, but in truth they were hiding the same vices as so many others around them. Or rather, Haley wasn't much better than most of her fellows – infidelity not being a male prerogative, far from it. A fall from the pedestal that gave Emily butterflies in her stomach. This betrayal had led so many men to become the suspects she and her colleagues were hunting down, but to her delight, Aaron was coming to her house to talk about it. Her good conscience raised an eyebrow to emphasize how this was not the expected reaction, but she pushed it back into a dusty corner of her skull.

“Are… Are you sure?” she asked, praying that he had solid proof of what he was saying.

“I… I was chatting with her when the phone rang. I… I picked up the phone, but no one answered, he said, pressing the nail of his left thumb into the pad of his right middle finger. Then… It hung up and... and Haley's cell phone just... just started ringing. Immediately after.”

He met her gaze in search of a validation of his hypothesis right away – or, more surely, an invalidation given the love he bore this woman – and she began to ponder the question out loud.

“If… if it had been a wrong number, the person would have apologized before hanging up, that's obvious. If it had been one of her friends, he or she would have asked you to talk to her. And if it had been someone who had to talk to her without your knowledge but without any bad intentions, they would have played the wrong number card.”

His brown irises were fixed on her, awaiting her conclusion. He clearly didn't seem pleased that her reflection was along the same lines as his.

“No, you've clearly come face to face with someone who didn't expect you to be at home.”

She didn't dare push her reasoning any further, as tears rolled down her interlocutor's cheeks. She had just finished him supporting his fears.

“Hotch, I… I'm sorry,” she bounced, grabbing his hands so he'd stop torturing them.

The flow of his tears increased and silent sobs took hold of his body. Right to the end, he tried to control his feelings so that no one would care. Touched, Emily gave in to her impulses and came to take her place on the sofa in turn. So close to him, she inhaled his scent at the top of her lungs, savoring the olfactory particles that insinuated themselves into her nose. Enclosing his torso in her embrace, she was gradually enveloped by the warmth that naturally emanated from his body. Leading his face to the shelter of her neck, she ran her fingers through his thick dark hair. She hoped he'd come to enclose her in his own arms, but he kept his distance, corseted by the strict upbringing he'd received and his inability to break the established rules without being devoured by anguish.

“It'll be fine, don't worry, she whispered in his ear. It's painful, but it's not the end of everything. There are other people who love you.”

Another turn of phrase entered her mind, but she dismissed it, temporarily. It wasn’t the right time.

“Who? He mumbled as his tears suddenly dried up. I’m a drill-sergeant, a bully, and I don’t trust women.”

Emily's heart skipped a beat as she recognized her words. She could have slapped herself if he hadn't continued in the same maudlin tone.

“I nitpick over unimportant details, I never smile, I stress over trifles, I…”

His litany was cut short by his neighbor's lips landing on his own. Surprised, he made no move to pull her away from him, but didn't necessarily respond to her call either.

“I love you,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing red.

She saw him open and close his mouth, like a fish out of water, unsettled by what had just happened. But he hadn't got up and run off – not yet, at least – which was a good thing from her point of view. His lost gaze focused on her, and Emily chose the option of repeating her gesture so that he would understand that he hadn't been dreaming. This time he had a reaction, parting his lips to make it easier for her. Their tongues brushed and he instantly pulled back:

“No! I… I'm married,” he declared, unable to breathe normally.

“To a woman who's just left the marital home, probably to find her lover,” she objected, extrapolating to her advantage.

Haley might well have gone to her parents' or a friend's, but reminding him that she'd a serious bit on the side was more advantageous. She kissed him again and he relented, their tongues soon intertwining in a ballet that ignited the embers of pleasure in her lower belly. She placed her palms on his cheeks and moved closer to him. He balked again.

“… I... - he caught his breath – I’m your line manager, I… We don’t have the right for this.”

“We don't need to proclaim it from the rooftops,” she stressed, trying to keep her composure despite the inferno swelling inside her.

She saw him look away to analyze this reflection, but didn't give him the chance to dig any further. She captured his lips for the fourth time, already addicted to their perfect taste, and asserted her intentions more explicitly by sitting on his thighs. He didn't reject her, continuing the kiss she'd initiated, and, very timidly, placed his hands on her lap. She smiled inwardly: her prey was not far from being shod. However, one last effort was indispensable.

                Very delicately, without ceasing to kiss him, she guided his hands down her legs, bringing them up to her hips before pushing them to explore under her blue top. She flinched in spite of herself when his fingers brushed the skin of her belly. She shivered as they climbed to her breasts. She silently exulted when she felt a protuberance form beneath her. He froze for the third time.

“Prentiss…”

“Emily.”

“… I… I don’t know if she was protecting herself with… the other one.”

Even though he was undoubtedly aroused by this foreplay, his protective instinct remained the strongest. She appreciated the interruption all the more because it implied that he'd accepted the idea that this evening wouldn't end with that simple cuddle on the sofa. Like her, he had every intention of going further, but without endangering her.

“I've got everything we need in the bedroom,” she confessed, kissing him briefly before standing up.

With her feet on the ground, she held out her hand to take him to the upper floor of her home, where her bed was. He hesitated for a moment, then rose to his feet and interlaced his fingers with hers. A seemingly insignificant gesture, but one that delighted her to no end. In a way, this was proof that she wasn't forcing him into anything, and that he would follow her of his own free will, though without being the most comfortable. Indeed, she felt his arm quiver, he didn't say a word and when she turned to smile at him as she climbed the stairs, he awkwardly imitated her. His mind had to keep screaming at him that he was making a huge mistake, that he had to get away from here as quickly as possible and then put as much distance as possible between the two of them. And yet, there he was, climbing the stairs at the same pace as her.

                Why? Probably because he wanted it as much as she did. Hotch was a particularly difficult man to pin down, hiding all his emotions with a relentlessness that bordered on psychosis. You had to be very patient and oh so attentive to pick up the few shreds of feeling that slipped through the cracks of his control system. Like all her colleagues, she didn't know much about his childhood, but she suspected that a toxic family environment had driven him to hide behind a mask to avoid correction; a mask he had kept as he grew up in the absence of knowing how to behave otherwise. Worst of all, he was nothing like the block of ice people imagined him to be. He possessed a natural – almost childlike – empathy that was undoubtedly the source of both his protective nature and his rampant anxiety. And, for some time now, she had noticed that his attitude differed in her presence: he avoided her gaze.

An unimportant detail if it had been anyone else, but with the director staring unblinkingly at his interlocutors throughout their conversations, she had been more than intrigued to notice that he avoided doing so with her. Because he wanted nothing to do with her? That's what she'd thought at first, when she'd realized that he thought she was a mole working for Strauss. Because she impressed him? His resumé seemed far more breathtaking than hers; she may have been a polyglot, but he had no reason to be ashamed of his own cognitive abilities. Because he was afraid? Fear of losing himself indefinitely in the contemplation of this body he desired. Afraid to show his true feelings about her. Fear to make a move she might misinterpret. Fear of suddenly crossing barriers he had no right to go beyond. Afraid to enter a room he didn't know and shouldn't legally enter.

They had just arrived at the threshold of the bedroom, and he was statuesque on the spot. She returned to him, caressed his cheek, and placed a delicate kiss on his lips to complete his reassurance. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered that everything was going to be fine and that he had nothing to fear of. Her hand still in his, she took a step inside, then another, and he moved at last. They stopped before reaching the mattress, however, as they had some homework to do before moving on to the main course. Since she suspected he wouldn't start the hostilities without a little help, she set about the task first, slowly untying his tie. He followed her gaze as she threw it away. Then she ran her fingers under the flaps of his suit jacket and peeled it off his broad shoulders. He moved his elbows away from his torso to help it fall to the ground but did nothing more. She kissed him to ease the tension she could feel in his muscles, then began to unbutton his shirt.

If she'd followed her instincts, she'd have flown all those buttons across the room, ripping off that shirt that hid what she was so eager to discover. But her guest was already on the verge of panic, so it was essential that she curbed her ardor. With the white fabric on the floor, she grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it out of his pants before slowly removing it from his head. He was now shirtless in front of her and what she saw pleased her very much. He didn't have Derek's prominent musculature, but still had an athletic physique and – she felt them when she brushed against his stomach – his abs were present. He watched her reactions anxiously, as if fearing a hurtful remark from her or an expression of disgust. Instead, she placed a kiss on his lips, on his chin, in the hollow of his neck, between his pecs before sliding to one of his nipples. Plastered against his chest, her hands grazing that burning skin, she could hear his heart pounding violently in his ribcage. But she couldn't decide whether he was terrified or enjoying this treatment from her. Maybe both.

To redress the balance, she led his hands to her hips so that he could undress her too. An unspoken command he grasped at once and, with the same delicacy as her, removed her tight top which he then dropped to the floor. He froze for a moment as he caught his first glimpse of her in her underwear, then took the initiative to kiss her to close the distance between them. Emily answered his call, twisting her tongue around his as he deftly unhooked her bra. Without pausing, he left her lips to roll down her neck, along her shoulder, up the curve of her breast and land on her erect nipple. A flush of warmth filled her chest as he held her close. His member was once again showing a certain vigor, much to the young woman's satisfaction. For her, it was proof that his desire was valiantly nibbling away at his latent anxiety.

So much so that he was finally the first to go after her pants, unbuckling her belt and opening the three buttons that were in the way. She was barefoot, so he had no trouble removing it completely, especially as she kicked it off herself in the corner of the room. He pressed her close again to kiss her, and she discovered that he had hardened again. Her hunger for him intensified. She imitated him, with a little more difficulty since he was still shod. But kneeling to rid him of his shoes allowed her to move straight on to the next part of her plan. Hooking the elastic bands of his boxers, she pulled down and released his erect penis.

“Prentiss…”

“Emily,” she reminded him, ignoring the renewed fear in his voice.

“Emily, don’t do that.”

She smiled in spite of herself as she realized how perceptive he still managed to be in his condition. Because yes, she had every intention of doing what he thought, even if the prospect didn't seem to enchant him.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” she cut him off, brushing against the shaft as it began to descend.

A twitch ran through the giant's body, and he let out a sigh that sounded lovely to the hostess's ears. He surely thought the act degrading to the woman she was, but he was undeniably not insensitive to it. His spear immediately straightened, regaining the height it had momentarily lost, and she took the opportunity to place a first kiss on it. It was quickly followed by a second, a third and even a fourth, before her tongue explored that singularly soft skin. He had doubled in size by the time she engulfed his tip, and the former prosecutor was alternately moaning with pleasure and begging her to stop the fellatio at once. She disobeyed him, licking and sucking that sex she'd imagined many times in her erotic dreams. She wanted him to band as hard as possible so he wouldn't fall back as soon as she wanted to take the next step.

Beads of pre-seminal fluid crashed onto her taste buds, telling her it was time to get down to business. She withdrew and, holding his dagger in the palm of her hand, retrieved a condom from her bedside table drawer. She tore open the wrapping while caressing the handle, which could collapse at any moment, then painstakingly unrolled the latex wrapping around it. Her partner ready for what was to come, she got to her feet and kissed him, bringing him out of his ecstatic trance. She had no trouble getting him to lie down with her on the mattress. However, once he had rid her of her panties, it was his fingers that came to meet her intimacy. They quickly found her clitoris and pampered it with precision, making her climb several rungs of the pleasure ladder simultaneously. Then they entered between her swollen lips and worked their way inside her. A groan escaped her lungs. Eyes closed, back arched, legs spread, she whimpered again when, in addition to moving in and out of her warm, wet cavity, he used his thumb to further stimulate her erogenous bud.

“Go on. Take me,” she ordered in a whisper.

His phalanges were doing an excellent job, but she wanted more. A lot more. He retrieved his hand and came to lie on top of her without crushing her under his weight. Seconds later, he was merging with her, pushing as far as he could into her crotch. Emily didn't hold back the "yes" of happiness that caught her by the throat. He was finally there, with her, in her. For all the time she'd hoped to truly experience this situation one day, she thought the orgasm would overturn her immediately. But her body didn't betray her at this crucial moment, and she welcomed his first round trip with unabashed delight. The next was even better, and the one after that surpassed its predecessors. As her lover grew more confident, his intrusions only improved, and she soon found herself unable to restrain her exclamations of pleasure. The climax, however, took her by surprise in a deliciously gentle but intense implosion. Her legs shook helplessly, beating against the sides of his body in this prolonged ecstasy.

                Her mind still full of endorphins, she noted that her benefactor had come to a standstill in the meantime. At first, she thought it was to allow her to savor the moment, but when she saw his contracted features, she knew he was holding back. Not to satisfy her – well, not only – but because if he gave in, he'd be confirming that he, too, had cheated on his official partner. He wrestled with himself, torn between his desire to enjoy this passionate embrace and his conscience, which conditioned his whole life.

“It's all right, she said, taking his face in her hands. Go on. Come. It’ll be fine.”

She had brought him close to her, so that they could be skin to skin, feel each other's heartbeats, so that their heat, their smell, their sweat could mingle. He was so tense that he could hardly breathe. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair, placing kisses on his shoulder to guide him along the right path.

“Please.”

It had only been a sigh, but the titan had heard it and, as if she'd found the right switch, he relaxed completely, trembling in turn as he let out a rattle of relief. A happy smile stretched Emily's lips as she experienced this privileged moment as the culmination of a long and tedious job. But it faded when she realized that her lover didn't share her elation. His shudders of pleasure had turned to sobs and tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Caught off guard by this unexpected reaction, she managed to push him back enough for her to straighten up in bed. It was only to take him in her arms – not without some difficulty, given his weight – to help him overcome this sudden attack of guilt.

“Hotch, everything is fine. You… you haven’t betrayed anyone. She's the one at fault, the one who betrayed you.”

He was now crying openly into her neck, pressing his chest against hers without managing to pull himself together.

“You're a good person, she went on, brushing his hair tenderly. You're thoughtful, upright, and handsome.”

He sniffed, continuing to hold her close with a surprising lightness considering his size. He held her by his side, but she could escape his embrace with a simple impulse. Even in the throes of pain she couldn't imagine, he maintained a kindly gentleness that prevented him from hurting anyone.

“And, the icing on the cake is that you're a very good lover too,” she declared with a smile.

His shivering became more scattered, his breathing calmer, but he didn't let go of her. She herself didn't want him to move away from her and enjoyed slowly sliding her fingers into his mane, placing brief kisses on his cheek to ensure he received all the love he deserved. And so, they remained, huddled in each other's arms, indifferent to the silence that reigned in the room before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Everything's fine,” she repeated sincerely.

“It’s not very…”

“Romantic? She suggested as he fumbled for words. Doesn’t matter. Romance has never been my thing.”

She hoped he could hear the smile in her voice and understand that none of this mattered to her. She had waited too long for this moment to worry about this dramatic interlude. At least she was sure she wasn't dealing with one of those cads who cheated on their spouses without batting an eyelid. Of course, he still had feelings for the woman who had given him a son – if he was indeed his – but this latest outburst had opened his eyes to the ingratitude she had shown him for years. He had bled himself dry so that she could have all the comforts in the world without having to work, and she dared to reproach him for his absenteeism. Worse, she complained about his lack of involvement in their family life but spread her thighs for another when her husband's back was turned. A volley of insults went through Emily's mind as she thought about it, and she kissed Aaron again, who didn't seem to want to let go of her. She had clearly become his rock, and this status fully satisfied her. As if to confirm it, he asked her:

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

“You can stay as long as you like.”

He released her and moved away. He seemed to have aged ten years at once. She took his face back into her hands and caught his lips with hers, lingering as long as he wished. Then he rolled onto the mattress, rested his head on the nearest pillow and closed his eyes. He fell asleep almost instantly. Amused and touched at the same time, Emily pulled the comforter up over his shoulder and lay down as close to him as possible. She couldn't close her eyes, still too excited by this sudden proximity and everything that had just happened. And then, she couldn't help detailing such a beautiful, perfect figure. Those eyebrows, neither too thick nor too thin, those long dark eyelashes that she sometimes stared at without realizing it, that straight nose with no asperities, that discreet mouth with its rare but terribly sexy smile, that chin pronounced just right, those attached ears that extended it and that jet-black hair whose organization she had disrupted. He was such a beauty.

                Driven probably by instinct, Aaron soon passed his arm over her hip, his hand lodged in the small of her back. She didn't reject him; on the contrary, she accepted the intimate contact that brought this singularly magical evening to a close. The man she'd loved for months was there, asleep in her bed. He had made love to her; she had come and was now curled up in his gentle embrace. What more could she hope for? Another day like this? A week? A month? A year? A life? She crossed her fingers and plunged into Morpheus' arms.

___

I'm currently working on (more or less) short AU with those two: one in four chapters very angsty and another one, with I don't know how many chapters yet, way more joyful. So, I will post less for a moment but I'm not dead. :)

#hotchniss #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #emily prentiss #criminal minds fanfiction #hotchniss fanfiction #smut #angst #dirty mondays

[valyrou]

Hii! Could I get a romantic match up for BSD?

About me

-she/her

- pan but would like a match up with one of the guys cuz I have hard time choosng the best match (+ no minors of course)

Likes/Hobbies:

▪︎writing&reading

▪︎astronomy, stargazing- special interest of mine since I was like 13

▪︎running&gym - a) u gotta stay healthy b) u gotta look good

▪︎sudoku, rummikub, puzzles - i'm old

▪︎history - huge on ancient Greece but also obsessed with my country's history, i'm always happy to share my knowledge about it with ppl

▪︎making plans/spreadsheets/list & organizing things in general (things in home, papers, even parties u name it i will do it)

▪︎cleaning- u don't understand how much i f**king love it good lord nothing better that a nice, deep cleaned house

▪︎cloudy and rainy weather

▪︎ cats

▪︎long walks especially at night

▪︎energy drinks- basically living of them

▪︎cooking/baking - pretty basic but i love making food for friends and loved ones

▪︎flower arranging- really random but who doesn't like a nice bouquet

▪︎music - Lana Del Rey, Mitski, Hozier, ABBA, TV Girl + playing violin

▪︎ cozy places with homey atmosphere

Dislikes

▪︎loud noises, intense smells, bright light, big gatherings of people, places with high humidity - i'm autistic so yeah

▪︎coffe - never grew to like it, don't think i ever will

▪︎childish & know-it-all & argumentative & reckless ppl

▪︎ dramas - let me just stay in the back and mind my buisness u don't have to get involved (as long as it doesn't involve someone i care about cuz if so then u better know that i'm stepping in)

▪︎ not keeping your words

▪︎ cheating

▪︎ snitching

MBTI: ISFJ

Personality traits (kind of):

▪︎loyal, dependable, caring, devoted

▪︎i have hard time making close friends so i get into one relationship at time and stick with them for ages (I'll help u get out of even the worst situations, if we're in it we're in it together there's literally not a thing i wouldn't do)

▪︎ acts like the coldest b*tch on the planet but is actually a softie

▪︎always ready to help, give an advice or gets u out of trouble (after spending 30min screaming at u for how dumb u're and telling u that there's no way i'm getting out of my house rn)

▪︎random punching as love language

▪︎either loud af and joking 25/8 or won't say a word for a week (same goes with texting), but generally much quieter and calmer in private

▪︎uses xD unironically

▪︎kind of a control freak + can get bossy and rigid at times

▪︎always doing like 5 things at a time cuz i won't let myself catch a break but will demand u to rest after a one task

▪︎stress cleaner - mopping floor at 2am is a weekly occurrence

▪︎indecisive- just tell me ehat to do and i'll get the job done don't leave picking options to me cuz i will just tell u that neither of them is optimal

▪︎ I have a habit of calling everyone sweetheart/sweetie/sugar/hun...

▪︎ I often see beauty in things that others might not notice and really enjoy the beauty of nature

Looks:

4'11☠

black mid-back straight hair that i always wear in a pony tail cuz i hate when it gets in my face blue eyes + glasses

i wear only black + lots of chains and heavy boots/platforms (i gotta add some hight u know)

Hope you're doing well, have a nice day!♡

-bandages girl

(yeah it's me again sorry to spam you inbox so much this week :// )

A/n: HII!!! Sorry for the wait! Also don’t worry if you spam my inbox, I’m always super happy to get requests and messages!!

I Hope you‘re doing well and enjoy who i matched you up with! <3

I‘ll match you up with….

EDGAR ALLAN POE

You two probably found each other because you have much in common!

You like puzzles? He‘ll write a story for you to solve, with the help of his gift!

Like an escape room date!

Gentle kisses on your bandages…?

Not necessarily a hugger, but if he hugs, he hugs you like he won’t see you again

Very gentle and patience

You will be his muse and inspiration for novels

Date night stargazing? Meteor showers together?? (Captures the moment in one of his novels for sure!)

Captures all his favorite moments with you together in his books

Forehead kisses frfr

Poe tends to overwork himself, so you telling him to take a break from time to time is nice

I mean you like cats.. a raccoon is close enough to a cat… right?

Karl will be your cat, don’t worry abt it

If you punch him lightly he will chuckle a bit, but be INCREDIBLY GIDDY

he is a goofy lover

He gets flustered easy, but sometimes can be a little dominant and has the balls to caress your cheek or Something

#Bsd #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd matchup #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs matchup #edgar allan poe #poe x reader #edgar Poe x reader

[sinisterexaggerator]

I saw your cad becomes a dad fic. any headcanons for how cad would feel/ treat his lady during this time?

Awww!

Warnings: None. Headcanons for: "Dad Bane."

OK, here's my take:

Knowing that he was about to be father, Cad Bane would secretly be a nervous wreck. He doesn’t know anything about children, despite having kidnapped some. It was never in his plan to be a dad – he doesn’t think he’s cut out for it, though he doesn’t want to be a deadbeat, either.

He would work hard to earn credits; take on extra bounties if need be – he might not be around so much, but it’s for good reason.

He’s never been too keen on showing his emotions; talking about his thoughts or feelings beyond the surface level. If you were to ask him how he felt, he might lock up, or retreat internally. "Don' know yet! Quit askin'!"

Cad is not one to necessarily have anxiety, so this is something new to him. He’s used to being put into dangerous and deadly situations, but this is unknown territory.

It’s not that he doesn’t want it; he’s caught between being satisfied with himself and thinking the idea of his bloodline being continued into the next generation is a horrible idea. He didn’t exactly have a great childhood, so to speak, and he never asked to be born.

In fact, if you question him too much he might explode one day out of the blue and tell you to stop nagging him. It’s not that he’s mad at you – he just feels sooo overwhelmed.

If you have morning sickness when he’s around he might chew his toothpick nervously, a frown seated upon his face. He doesn’t understand it, he doesn’t know how to comfort you, and he might feel the need to leave the house.

During the later stages, when it’s obvious it’s harder for you to do tasks on your own, he sucks it up and tries to do little things for you here and there. Maybe he’ll pick items up for you at the market or do odd jobs around the house.

Cad is most likely somewhat terrified by the changes your body goes through – Duros females lay eggs. He’s never seen anything quite like it. He’s not turned off by it, nor is he disgusted, he’s just … frightened he’s done something terrible to you. It’s even worse if you express discomfort or tell him you’re feeling ill. “It’s all his fault” - he may even feel guilt of some kind.

Despite all this, when you’re happy he feels … better. Your mood very much dictates the mood he’s in. Maybe the baby kicks and you are excited and want to share that with him.

The first time he feels it he might jerk his hand away, eyes wide. He’s never been this close to a pregnant humanoid before and has no idea what it must be like. Though, when you reassure him it’s normal he may timidly come back and try again.

Once this happens, he’s addicted to it. He has finally come to realize “there is a life in there and I helped to create it.” You might wake up from a nap to catch him with his head resting on your belly. Maybe he fell asleep, too.

Perhaps he talks to it. “Sspry lil’ thin’. Quit doin’ flips in d’ere. Gonna give yer momma a sstomach ache.” It’s the cutest thing, but you won’t mention it, for it might make him feel self-conscious or that what he is doing is asinine. I can see him also never doing it again if you call him out on being “adorable” for it. He can’t have adjectives of that nature being associated with him in any context.

Oooh, but come hell or high water, he will be there to protect you from any danger. He is extra vigilant the last few months. So much so, maybe it becomes a nuisance, and you have to say “Cad, relax.” because he is so wound up over every little thing.

Suddenly, he can’t keep his hands off your bump. Maybe he’s more affectionate towards you. Maybe you catch him purring as he nips your neck on occasion. He’s gotta mark what’s his – that’s HIS woman, and HIS baby.

Labor scares the snot out of him. You’d be lucky if he stayed in the room. I can see him holding your hand, but dragging his hat over his eyes, and he may break at least three toothpicks in half if he bothers to replace them after he snaps the first. He thinks you’re dying. He’s shaking like a leaf by this point, though he’s trying to keep up his masculine façade in front of the doctors. At some point he breaks down and yells at them. “What’s takin’ so long?!? Why’s she screamin' like dat?! What’s wrong with ‘er?!”

You try your best to reassure him; he’s a big baby himself.

Afterward, he is in awe and amazed at the bundle in your arms. If Cad ever cries, this might be the only time you see it, and it’s only a tear or two. He’ll deny it if you say anything.

From now on, anyone, anything that threatens his little family will make him go FERAL WITH RAGE. Unless you have a death wish, you will keep your mouth shut and stay far, far away.

#Cad Bane #Cad Bane Headcanons #Dad Bane #Headcanons #Star Wars #Clone Wars #Book of Boba Fett #BOBF #Cad Bane x You #Duros

[zenon-karr]

So I notice a lot of reactors basically sympathize with Will. I think the duffers worked this so well that required byler flys under the radar but subtly get people to feel bad for Will while kinda dismantling Milevensies ri the point where a lot of people won’t even care if they break up or byler ends up tho they. They’ve done it for the audience to be a surprised but I do have faith the GA (aside from the homophobes) will go back and see it’s been built up the whole time. I do find a lot of them just accept whatever is linearly happening like if they revealed byler to be endgame and then people would just accept it coz it happened. But usually queer stories don’t get requited so this why people assume it won’t be. It’s just an assumption just like the chars assume they don’t love each other. There’s hardly ever representation where the characters find out with the audience they’re queer.

So I honestly can’t blame the GA for not seeing it also since most of the proof is from a Doylist POV (meaning from the writers pov rather than in character proof) we see that the hand touch for example was used to hint at byler in the future - not necessarily that is intended at that time from Mike to romantic. It’s there so you can potentially think about them in this way and same with the ‘it’s not my fault you don’t like girls’ it’s fantastic line to convey to the audience Will is gay even though Mike is NOT thinking this. (This is what Finn actually said on that he said Mike isn’t saying Will is gay (Watsonian POV) but he as in Finn doesn’t know if Will is gay or if that’s what they intended for this line) The line is fantastic to hint to the audience Will is gay and in love with Mike. Then they followed through! (FYI if you don’t know Doylist POV = writer’s POV coz Arthur Conan Doyle and Watsonian POV = character POV since Sherlock books are written by ACD in Watson’s POV) so sometimes people the audience see though the lens of the character (ex: Mike isn’t gay coz he loves El) but a lot of byler analysis comes from the pov of the writers and how we show they hint like for example I think they chose to hint Mike is bi when they had him think El is pretty when she look like a boy and when she looks like a girl because from Mike’s POV he def doesn’t think he’s queer at this point: I think there is an intention they said she looks like a boy and Mike likes her either way is their way of telling us when Mike doesn’t know yet and that’s why they would hint this way and not just show him being interested in a guy (altho you can argue he is focused on Will coz he loves him the whole time whilst being unawares.) Now I think after s3 finale it’s clear we can see he looks as tho he has had a realization so now I think he’s aware in s4. But idk I just had some thinky thoughts.

#byler #bi Mike truther

[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

Do I think they’ve reached being in love yet? Not really. I think VegasPete have reached the point of CHOOSING each other. That they are aware that the other FELT something (mostly physical) if you ask me. Could you make the case that Vegas is falling harder and faster than Pete? Yes, I think so. There’s something about the fact that Vegas doesn’t want to be left alone and Pete so to speak FEELS LONELY. He’s saying he doesn’t feel anything, and he doesn’t exist. That MASKING he’s been doing most of his life is Pete’s downfall and his tool for survival in this case. That repression is LONELINESS. So now, you have something that can fill the void. Pete SPECIFICALLY has something that can fill the VOID, but it’s not a pretty thing. Well, on the outside it’s a pretty thing and then inside…we get it, Pete gets it, but why can’t he just FEEL something of his own, rather than letting this pretty thing get under his skin? It’s not the “right” response to anything Vegas has done, so that’s why Pete probably does take the FOOL comment as an internal insult. Oh, yeah that’s right you ARE THE FOOL. Look what you did to yourself. Pete is his own worst critic as we see the fractured mask return “home.” Pete does not necessarily live in the present either. That feels like a lie mixed with a truth, because Pete has instincts that kick into gear. Whether they are sheer survival tactics, a trauma response and/or a trained skill set from the job he has had for several years; Pete reacts with quick instinct (sometimes well thought out shit), but as we’ve seen because of this fractured mask, he’s very stuck in his head and sometimes the past. A trauma that made him feel useless and if he feels anything is a shred of failure, anything is foolish, if ANYTHING FEELS TOO REAL BUT IT shouldn’t then the MASK gains more layers (because at the core Pete is also thinking he’s undeserving of FEELING anything and when he does it has to be this pretty thing?) Pete is so caught up in what I should have done, because isn’t it so deliciously ironic that Vegas starts it with, “A guy like you, won’t regret…”

Wait, what? Pete is full of regret? Has been for years, he has masked that? So there are a few things Vegas hasn’t seen either, which is why Pete’s mask is so heavily layered. And when there’s fractures in it, just a hairline even it is oh so apparent when he goes back to major family. Anyway, my point here is that I think this is the stage that could lead to some type of love, but Vegas especially must change his behavior (the lashing out...). Which seems odd to say because as he says, “a guy like you…” well, can they change? Through this forced, or "manufactured" speech Pete made sure to establish what needs to change: he can no longer be a pet or the toy for emotional projection. But also very ironically Pete’s HUMANITY is what fascinates Vegas; Pete being HUMAN is something Vegas desires and when he's realizing he is breaking that...or broke that...anyway, it's as if Vegas has imprinted on Pete's (shred of) humanity and yet he’d still fuck up anyone else, and especially at a certain point anyone else who dares threaten/touch Pete? Pete could also be capable of the same when they cross this bridge.

I think it might also be worth noting that neither Pete or Vegas know what to do with these emotions or the nothing of it all for Pete. When you reach the point of feeling your numbness, which is like saying an oxymoron because how do you FEEL numbness? When you’ve become aware of the empty it’s bound to boil over in some format and the empty is essentially realizing nothing inside is your feelings or some of yours are there but that can't be real? "Then why didn't you say no?" In Pete’s case "the empty" was forced out of him, because without Vegas, Pete would’ve carried on masking and repressed for the rest of his life. He’d let himself be used by the major family and still try to be this guy full of optimism etc etc…carefully layering the mask every day. But he and Vegas fractured each other’s masks…. So, what does that mean? What does it mean to Pete when he thinks, "wait, I like being used in certain ways, but only (as it should be) when I've made that CHOICE."

Right now, everything still feels like assessing all the physical reactions and admitting that they’re BOTH capable of feeling? It comes down to this notion, the one Pete is especially grappling over:

They want more. They want more of each other (in whatever way that means for them and them alone) and there's no returning from that when they realize this completely and entirely.

#vegaspete #kinnporsche #kinnporsche pete #so really VP's stage is set #the stage of choosing #have this post and yet again I ask why did I get so sucked into them?

[mysterious-prophetess]

Trains Suck in the USA

So, in America, our inter-city/interstate train service SUCKS. I’m sure individual cities run well enough, but I am not talking about those. I am talking about the trains that go from sea to shining sea.

Let’s start with the first issue:

Amtrak.

They are, and always have been, a notoriously awful. They either need to be dissolved (which is my preference) or overhauled by breaking them into regional pieces. E.G. Amtrak East, Amtrak West etc. I suggest breaking them to bitty bits because maybe if it were smaller, those in charge would be able to get something done. They’d all still answer to a centralized office and tickets would be good cross sectors but the trains themselves would be under the purview of each segmented office. It could also promote friendly competition by seeing which section can ACTUALLY MAKE SURE THEIR DAMN TRAINS ARRIVE ON TIME.

Issue 2: Rails to Trails.

We need to stop that shit NOW. “Why don’t we have rail service to XYZ?” because we ripped up our train tracks for walking trails. You want trains to be a good contender for public transit, that initiative (should it still be in existence) needs to go. I’m not saying walking trails also need to go. Far from it. Make more of those WITHOUT ripping up the train tracks.

Issue 3: The Freight Companies OWN the rails.

 In my trip across the US from Eastern Seaboard to the South West, the train I was on had to stop because the freight trains have right-of-way, because the freight companies own the damn rails.

The only solution I see here is going back to what we used to do: It was all ONE train. No Passenger or Freight only. MIX THEM. Have passenger cars mixed in with non-volatile freight.

Your chemical and oil trains can stay on their own, thank you very much. The only liquids that should be mixed in with people are ones we can safely drink (as all liquids are drinkable at least once).

Issue 4: The USA is DAMN big

I often see it brought up by pro-train proponents that about how some countries, like France or Japan, have good rail service.

Yeah and France is around the size of Texas and Japan is similar in area to West Virginia. It’s easy to have good rail service when your country DOESN’T span across a major landmass and you can put a country’s worth of effort for rails in that smaller space. Hence when in my Amtrak section, I suggested breaking it into bits.

It wasn’t just because Amtrak is awful, it was the fact we have a rather large landmass here in the USA.

As for fixing that issue (aside from breaking up Amtrak) I think that there’s the sticking point. We can’t shrink North America (even if some days it’s fun to joke about slicing off Florida or just waiting for the Big One to knock California into the sea).

It would take a large investment to do this and it would have to be a proper investment not some political garbage of “I’m going to give this place in the middle of nowhere a brand new monorail to....this rock!”

No. It has to be actual, focused on the train service between the states and cities and nothing else. Maybe a train refresh. Maybe a renegotiation with the Freight companies.

Make the rails a proper alternative to the roads.

This will mean that it can’t necessarily be a “green” revitalization. It just needs to be done, without gimmicks.

That’s why this won’t happen.

Politicians love to talk a big game but they lack the capacity of getting their heads out of their collective asses to care about what we on the ground need. They can never just get things done.

Can it be made environmentally friendly? I’m sure it could but that can’t be the end-all-be-all if you’re trying to get the trains more efficient in the here and now. Just focus on making interstate travel by train not suck first and worry about the planet later. Earth could kill us any time she likes. Remember that.

Besides, efficient train service would still be a major eco win. Less cars going coast to coast (and with trains going more frequently, it might also help with shipping too and getting big rigs off the roads) and all that.

So, Tl;Dr—Trains suck because Amtrak sucks, we ripped up our rails, freight companies own what’s left, and the USA is damn big.

The way to fix this would be to focus on making trains viable alternatives first and worrying about the planet later.

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

Part 1.E

October 11th, ####

So, I’m finally back from the hospital. Collin kept the library in— really good shape, actually, despite the ‘Tony Incident’ (as he’s named it). Kinda.. kept it in better shape than I do, myself, which is— kinda embarrassing. But, oh well, the extra help was.. nice? I really need to make time to properly thank him; he does way too much for me and I do way too little for him. Maybe I’ll get him another book? Either way, I think I’ll, uh, have to condemn myself to small talk. I wanna figure out what he likes and get him something nice, it’s the least I could do for him, having saved and covered my ass for the fourth time. I always thank him, it just.. I dunno, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Either way, I got back today. It was weirdly quiet, but my lovely and dependable friend, the fucking ankle biter, was still roosted in it’s corner as per usual. It seemed.. sad, though? Usually, when I look at it, I just feel.. anger— but not my own. But this time it was sadness? Just overwhelming, choking, acrid sadness. And, weirdly enough, after staring for a bit it.. left. It fucking left. Or, uh, it more so disappeared. But that’s something it’s never done before, ever.

Maybe Collin found it and knocked some sense into it, pfff. That’d be funny.

Other then that, though, the library was normal. Tony was in the upstairs, as per usual; and through a rasped, hoarse throat he complained to me about Collin. That marks maybe the second time he’s spoken to me.

“Curator,” He spat “What was up with the.. thee.. blonde.. the blond? Why?”

“Sorry, that was just Collin. I— uh, I’m sure you noticed I was out for a bit—“

“They came upstairs!!”

“.. Yes, I know. They told me.”

With Tony giving a distressed whine that rattled against his throat, they’d slump against the railings.

“Whyyyy..”

“I— was out, for a bit. Uh,.. hospital. I left him in charge of cleaning, and he- just.. went up there, man. I told him not to, but it wasn’t to— like.. spite you, or something.” I raised my free hand defensively, the other still wrapped around a stack of books I was returning, “Promise?”

With another rattled whine, he’d then groan— dramatically pulling himself off the railing.

I don’t think I ever described Tony, have I?

“Fineee,.. will he be baaaack?”

“Yes, but not to clean. They won’t disturb you.”

“Good.”

Sticking out a dried and old tongue, Tony would then slink away into the darkness of the upstairs. The bulbs were still busted; no matter how many times I’d replace them, they’d break. I’m pretty sure it’s him breaking them, honestly. It’d check out, he really likes his ‘darkness disappearing act of the century’, as he calls it.

Tony was.. interesting. He was relatively humanoid, but wore clothes akin to what you’d probably imagine some medieval farmer to wear. Honestly? I’m convinced he’s a ghost, or something. The ends of his hands and feet are frayed— they fade out. Plus, his skin is.. dry, and old; same with his tongue; same with his previously blue eyes, now just really a faded and milky gray. Typical ‘ghost’ crap, I’d think. It’s weird, but I’ve gotten used to it. He just looks.. normal to me, now.

Oh, he also wears a hat; a hat he stole from me, actually. I dared to leave one of my beanies out one day, only for it to disappear. Then Tony had it. When I asked for it back, he just cracked a scraggly smile and disappeared again.

.. He’s.. really weird looking, now I realize. Not bad weird, just.. weird.

Same with Collin, kinda. He never dresses with the weather, and he’s.. massive. Around this time of year, it’s usually— pretty cold. About 10°C in the day, 4°C at night; stuff like that. These days, he usually wears a damn tank top, just a thin ass tank top, with an old aviator’s jacket. Except he only wears the jacket inside? I don’t get it; I don’t get him. He’s the most.. normal-weird person I’ve ever met, and it’s so disorientating.

It isn’t necessarily bad, though. I wouldn’t call it bad, I wouldn’t— really call any of him bad. He’s just.. weird. Pff.

The day went on normally, after that. As normal as it is here usually, anyhow. I set some books away that had caught dust, checked that all the shelves were still intact, fixed the boiler, and some other stuff. All very mundane things. Now, I’m kind of just.. sitting around, really. I’ve got a book I plan to read, that’s about it.

Today’s been calm.

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