#(the amount of times i've used the word 'would' here is criminal)

[fivewholeminutes]

Tbh if sleep token doesn't end it all after wembley, i would be delighted. But if they do, i would also be delighted. I mean, obviously, a part of me would be very fucking sad, but i wouldn't feel betrayed or angry. It would feel like a story with a satisfying ending that does not get a season 2, just because season 1 was successful. It would also go well with "nothing lasts forever", which they've mentioned at the very beginning of the band

[bambikisss]

Django :: J.Yunho

-> Cop! Yunho x Criminal! Reader

-> Django: ATEEZ

-> After the bounty on you is raised, Yunho is sent out to go looking for you. What happens when he actually does find you outside of a club?

-> Warnings: Use of nicknames (Slut, princess, baby), degradation, spanking, use of handcuffs, car sex, from the back, ROUGH, oral (both reciving), Outlaw Yunho (deserves his own warnings at this point)

A/N: I have returned! I've been excited for ATEEZ's outlaw release, so I immediately thought of cop Yunho with Django. Plus, I just saw a video of Yunho getting mad and I immediately knew I had to write something about him. You are also nicknamed Django in this as well

Not proofread | Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

"Officer Yunho! Hey!" The busy police office doesn't stop Wooyoung from calling him as he enters the office, sighing as he asks what he wants. He had just came back from booking a criminal who punched him in the jaw, so he wasn't in the mood for whatever Wooyoung wanted to gossip about.

Before Wooyoung could show Yunho the meme he found, the police captain enters the room, passing around a wanted poster that was freshly printed. "Alright everyone, all hands on deck! We finally got a good picture to put on the wanted poster of the robber who has been making rounds around the city. She needs to be captured as soon as possible! The citizens of this city are constantly complaining about us not finding her."

Yunho nods at the captain's words, remembering the old lady earlier who was lecturing him while he was putting someone in his backseat. His eyes look over the wanted poster, noticing the now high bounty on you.

WANTED: Y/N AKA Django.

10 thousand dollar bounty! He can't help but scoff, knowing no one would turn someone else in for such a low bounty. He has often told his captain that they needed to raise the amount to actually make the citizens care, but his words were brushed off. His words were always brushed off, despite being one of the top cops who brought in the criminals. As he was preparing to go out on patrol to avoid doing any office work, the captain stopped him, handing him a stack of the wanted posters, giving him the silent look to go put them up all around the city. Yunho didn't even try to object, sighing as he accepting the papers before leaving the office, not wanting anyone else to add to his work load.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "No, ma'am, I cannot arrest him for parking here. This parking spot is not yours as it's public parking." Yunho couldn't help but sigh as he tried to hold back his anger at the woman's yelling, wanting nothing more than to yell back at her. But, he couldn't do that, not when he had this job to help people, even if they were centimeters from his face yelling about something as small as a parking spot.

Once he was finally back in his car, he drove a good bit away so he could be alone for a bit. Even though it was a good bit past midnight, the calls were still rampant. In moments like theses, it often made him wonder why he chose this job. He tossed his head back to rest against the headrest, taking a deep breath to help calm himself before he his phone began to ring, vibrating the many wanted posters of the criminal he still hadn't posted around the city. He answered the phone, returning to his natural position as he listened to Wooyoung.

"I'm currently working on the program for our bodycams, so I'm just calling to let you know that they'll be done for a while. I suggest you get some sleep while you can." Yunho thanked him before hanging up, smiling at the idea of finally being able to be asleep. He'd have to thank Wooyoung later for giving him a heads up.

As he returned to his upright position, he noticed someone walking out of a club, the woman walking right past the cop car. He couldn't help but admire the woman, his eyes moving over her beautiful short dress and heels.

Maybe he could do something else besides sleeping for the time being.

"Excuse me!" he got out of his car, jogging to catch up with the woman. He hoped he wasn't scaring her as he knew how some people felt about the police suddenly approaching them, but he hoped his charms could keep her from feeling so scared. He jogged in front of the woman, smiling as she met his eyes. "Sorry for bothering you, miss, but I-"

Oh. My. God.

Yunho paused as he made eye contact with the woman, his mind going back to the many wanted pictures that sat in the passenger seat of his car. He watched as a slow smile crept onto your lips, realizing that you're Y/N.

He just caught Django.

"You're under arrest, Y/N. Or, could I say Django." You tilted your head as you watched him roughly grab his handcuffs from his belt, the metal glimmering in the moonlight as he roughly grabbed your arm. You mentally cursed yourself for not realizing the car you walked in front of was a cop car, let alone the man you stopped to talk to was a cop. You tried to move from his strong hands, but he only pulled you closer to him, handcuffing your hands behind your back before he moved closer to you, pressing his chest to your back as he said into your ear "finally caught you, bitch." You would usually beat someone up for calling you a bitch, but to hear Yunho say it with a deep voice, filled with anger made your body warm up and your panties dampen. You wouldn't lie; he was hot and if he wasn't pushing you to get into his car, you would've given yourself to him to have his way with you. You were dying to know what was underneath the tight cop clothes that only showed off his muscles, mentally moaning at his roughness as he shoved you into the backseat before slamming the door shut.

Yunho couldn't believe he had been the one to catch you, smirking as he thought about what he could do with that lousy prize money- while it wasn't a lot, it was could be enough for a trip somewhere, maybe even a cruise.

He quickly got into the front seat before he began driving, thinking about what to do with you now that he had you handcuffed in his backseat. He knew that if he brought you back to the precinct, he wouldn't get the credit he deserved, plus you had escaped before so he couldn't bring you there. He bit his lip before pulling over into a empty alleyway, deciding to call his captain to tell him the great news. He looked back at you in the rearview mirror, gasping lightly as he noticed your legs now spread, giving him a perfect view of your now wet lace panties as your head rested back against the headrest. The image of you like that made his mouth water and pants tighten, cursing softly as he ripped his eyes from you. He waited at the tone for his captain to answer before he cursed as his voicemail began to speak. The one time he actually wanted this man to answer the phone, he wasn't. Yunho sighed before cursing softly, remembering that his body cams were off.

Why would he wait for the other police to punish you when he could? You gasped as the backseat door was ripped open, Yunho's hand moving to roughly pull you from the backseat to your knees in front of him, your knees now resting against the wet alleyway ground as he looked down at you with angry eyes. "What the fuck are you-"

"Shut up, slut. I suggest you do as I say or I'll make sure you'll spend the rest of your life behind bars." You jumped at his rough voice, watching as he began to unbuckle his pants, pushing them down his thick thighs to show you his large cock, hard and standing at attention against his stomach. Your mouth couldn't help but water, leaning forward to get a taste before hissing as his hand moved to grip your hair, roughly pulling your hair back so you could see his face, his tongue poking his cheek as his eyes darkened. "No. Good girls get to taste this cock. I don't think I should even let you look at it, let alone taste it." You were about to speak, your words cut off my his hand moving from your hair to roughly grip your cheeks, growling as he heard you whimper at his rough movements. It only made his cock harder, twitching in front of you, making you moan.

"You want this cock, you're going to earn it. Tonight, you belong to me- you are mine. You will answer to me or I will stop and drop you off in the jail in an instant." You nodded at his rough voice, mentally moaning when you hear him chuckling before moving forward, pushing only the head of his cock into your mouth, tossing his head back as your tongue moved around to gather the precum eagerly. Yunho closed his eyes at the feeling of your warm tongue moving over the slit of his cock before he decided he had enough, tossing his head forward to watch as he pushed the rest of his cock into your mouth, going down your throat in a slow pace. He watched as your eyes watered due to his large size, his hips moving in a slow pace as he clicked his tongue, shaking head in disappointment before removing his cock from your mouth.

"You want me to take care of that wet pussy you were showing me earlier, right slut?" you nodded at his question, gasping as his hands forcefully opened your mouth before he roughly pushed his cock back down your throat. "Then hurry up and pleasure me. Show me what you're good for, slut."

You nodded, your fingers digging into your wrist as you began to move your head along his cock, moaning around his long, thick length. You met his eyes while you did so, making Yunho moan as you moaned around him again, making him toss his head back against the wall. You moved faster as he cursed softly, praising you in between his moans.

"There we go, slut, now you're showing me what you're good for, fuck!" His voice raised as his hips began to move, dragging his length all the way out of your mouth before slamming back down your throat, making you choke around his length at his hard pace. You couldn't help but moan at rough he was being with you, squeezing your own legs to offer yourself some pleasure as he continued to fuck your throat at a fast pace. You soon felt his cock twitch, letting you know that he was going to cum. Yunho showed no sign of slowing down, though, moving even faster before roughly stopping his hips against your face as his cum filled your throat, choking out a moan before he slowly pulling out of your mouth as you cough, a mixture of drool and cum dripping down your mouth as you did so.

Yunho smirked before his thumb moved across your skin, gathering the mixture before shoving it back into your mouth, humming as your tongue moved around it to gather the mixture. He felt his cock harden immediately, hooking his thumb into the side of your mouth before helping you stand, ushering you to get back into the car. You carefully crawled in, gasping as you felt his hand meet your ass roughly, surely going to leave a mark as the car door slammed closed behind him. You rested your head against the seat as you felt his hands move around your body, pushing up your already short dress up your waist before kissing around your ass and lower back, whispering praises as he did so.

"I think you earned a bit of a surprise, don't you, princess?" He asked against your lower back, his hands moving to pull down your panties in a slow pace. You nodded, your brain too fuzzy from him face fucking you to think clearly. Yunho smirked at your state before letting his fingers move along your wetness, chuckling as he listened to you mewl at the teasing feeling. "What if my other officers were on duty tonight and caught you walking in front of their car wearing this slutty little dress instead of me, huh? Would you let them get a taste of this pretty pussy like this, princess?" He chuckled as you let out an almost drunk sounding "no, only you!"

"Fuck, yes that feels so good!" You moaned loudly as his finger suddenly plunged into your wet heat, his tongue soon following while he tasted you, making you moan loudly. It seemed like everything about Yunho was big- his cock, his muscles, even his tongue and fingers were big as he ate you out, his fingers moving in you at a rapid pace. He groaned as he felt his cock twitch underneath himself, letting his fingers move from you to lubricate himself before pumping himself, moaning loudly into your wet cut. The sounds and noises you were making for him made him move his own hand faster along his cock, plunging his tongue deeper into you to capture more of your wetness. You tasted so fucking sweet to him, making him want more of you.

It almost made him mad that his bodycam was off- he wanted to be able to watch the footage back of him having you like this.

"C-cum, I'm going to-" Your whimpers were cut off with a noise of disappointment as Yunho immediately removed his tongue from your wet cunt at your words, making you whine louder before yelping as his hand laid another spank to your ass. Before you could ask what the fuck he was doing edging you like this, you gasped at the feeling of his cock slowly pushing it's way into your cunt. Yunho swore it felt better than heaven; the way it wrapped deliciously around his long, thick cock made him toss his head forward with a loud moan, spanking you again. "That's such a nice pussy, baby. Too bad I'm going to ruin it"

That was the only warning you got before he began to pound into you, rocking your body as his hips roughly met the plush of your ass. He grunted as his hands held onto your handcuffed hands for balance, driving his hard cock into you at a fast pace. He tossed his head back as you moaned loudly, the feeling your orgsam soon washing over you as you toss your own head back, coating his cock in your warm cum. You laid against the seat limp as all of your energy left your body, trying to catch your breath as you felt him slowly pull out of you with a wet pop. You winced at the wet sound, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep against the leather seats.

"Don't think I'm done with you, slut. This is your punishment."

You gasped as you felt Yunho pick you up, sitting himself down before having you hover over his hard cock. You whimpered as he slowly sunk you back down onto it, moaning as you noticed the bulge forming in your stomach from how big he was. Once you were fully seated on his cock, Yunho noticed how tried you were, clicking his tongue before slapping your ass, grunting out "you better get to riding slut or that jail is going to be where you're laying your head for the night" "It's hard to ride you with my hands behind my back" You moaned out harshly, letting your head rest back against the front seat as you tried to catch your breath. Yunho chuckled, before leaning forward to kiss your neck, leaving marks along your neck before pulling back from you, holding up the handcuffs that were around your wrists. "There. Now ride me."

You nodded at his demanding voice, placing your hands on his shoulders before bouncing along his cock at a fast pace, moaning loudly at the feeling of his cock grazing your G-spot. Yunho moaned before smashing his lips against yours, gripping your hips to help you move along his cock at a fast pace as the sound filled the car. He let his tongue move to meet yours as you moved faster, panting into the kiss at the feeling of him going so deep into you.

"Fuck, Y/N baby, if you keep riding me like this I'm gonna fill you up with my cum." he couldn't help but laugh breathlessly as he tossed his head forward to let his lips hover over yours as you bounced his hands gripping your breasts now to for leverage as he fucks up into you, saying "and if you make me cum hard enough, I'll let you fucking go. Yeah baby, ride me hard like that and I'll let you go free"

You let his words provide sudden motivation to you as you begin to ride him again, meeting his rough thrusts as you bounce, gripping his hair as you pressed your foreheads against each other, moaning loudly as the wet sounds become louder int he car, the car moving with the force of you two.

"That's it, Y/N, I'm going to cum! You better cum with me, let me fill you up with my fucking cum!" Yunho tossed his head back as he slammed your down on his cock, an almost animalistic moan leaving his mouth as he cums, roughly kissing you as you squeeze around him, both your cums now coating your thighs and his cock. You both panted into the kiss before he carefully helped you to lay back against the leather seat, slowly pulling out of you as your legs shook.

You let your eyes close as you heard the car door close before the car turn on, being too tired to do anything as you slowly fell asleep. You soon woke up to the sound of Yunho on the phone, fully dressed in his police uniform as he spoke to who you figured to be his captain. You fixed your dress as you felt a surge of nervousness fill your body, reaching for the car door, feeling surprised as the car door opens, showing you it was unlocked. As you slipped out from the backseat, you realized Yunho had brought you back to where he had originally found you. You turned to him as he held out his card, his number written on it before he said to whoever he was on the phone with "Did I find Django? Y/N? No, I didn't."

You caught him smirking at you as you accepted the card, smiling back at him as you exited the car, the last thing you hear him say before you close the door being "yes I will go patrol and look for her." You carefully closed the door as he drove away, looking down at the card he gave you with his number on it.

Call me, Django ;)

[lesbianpepsi]

'Cause I love, to love, to love you

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader

Summary: Ever since Wednesday had been gifted a phone you decided to steal her phone to play a prank on her. But much to your surprise you see something unexpected on her phone.

Warnings: bad writing, some swearing

Words: 1.833k

A/N: i wrote this on my phone since my laptop is having a mental breakdown on me rn. not proof read since it's 3am and it's exam season lmao. sorryyy. also this is my first 'fic' post here. hope this isn't too bad lmao, enjoy:)

One of your absolute favourite hobbies, if it even counts as a hobby, is to "borrow" someone's phone for a few minutes and do something to the phone.

Whether it be quickly change their ringtone to something embarrassing, take a ungodly amount of selfies in thirty seconds, or even send yourself a message complimenting yourself or agreeing to do something stupid.

You always found an annoying trick to play. But you always had one that was your absolute favourite. A classic, some might say.

"Borrowing" someone's phone and changing their wallpaper to something incredibly stupid.

If you were lucky the persons phone would already have unattractive selfies they took as a joke, or a friend would send them one of themself that would automatically save to the phone.

You've done that over a thousand times to all of your friends and family members, and to you it never gets old.

Enid has always been the easiest victim because, one, her passcode is literally '2929', two, Enid always has a grip on her phone but in your or hers dorm room that grip instantly weakens and she always leaves her phone around the place.

The hardest victim to play this prank on is your girlfriend, Wednesday Addams.

Although the goth is not often using her actual device, she always makes sure to keep it close to her person.

The rare times you've managed to snag it while she's in the bathroom or during her writing time, if she isn't looking, for the life of you, you cannot guess her passcode.

Hers has to be much more complex than Enid's simple four digit passcode, since you've tried everything you could've thought of as a six digit passcode, yet to no avail.

You've tried birthdays, important dates to Wednesday, her favourite numbers, secret messages using numbers.

Nothing works.

You've been patiently waiting for the day to finally play the harmless prank on your girlfriend for weeks, and on a quiet Saturday night, it finally happened.

_____________________________________

Saturday had always been your favourite day, who doesn't think Saturday as the best day?

You especially loved Saturdays since the fact the following day follows is Sunday, a day with also no school. Which meant Wednesday was allowed to come over to your dorm room and stay over for the night.

The school had a rule where sleepovers weren't permitted unless it was on the weekend, something that annoyed you greatly, but it was better than nothing.

This particular Saturday you and Wednesday decided to have a simple day. Both of you wanted to have more of a relaxing day rather than one full of plans for once.

It was ten in the evening and you and Wednesday had just finished the first episode of Criminal Minds, a show that took you a while of begging to get Wednesday to actually agree to watch with you.

With a smile you turned your head to look at her, her head already turned to look at you.

"So, what did you think?" You asked eagerly, hoping the goth actually enjoyed one of your favourite shows.

She gave a blank expression as she answered the question. "It was tolerable at best." You grinned at the response; pride filling in you since in Wednesday language that meant she actually liked it.

"I knew you'd like it!" You had the urge to add 'I told you so' but you opted to leave that out. "Whose your favourite character?"

Wednesday's raises her brows slightly at that. "A favourite character? I've only seen a singular episode and don't have a good enough concept of each character's personality to answer that question." She replied in a monotone voice as she glanced back at the screen before back at you.

You stared at her in silence for a moment before a slight smirk replaced the grin on your face.

"It's Hotch isn't it?" Wednesday gives you an annoyed stare as she crosses her arms over stomach. "Just because you've watched this show a myriad of times doesn't make you a profiler." She grumbled, confirming the answer to your question.

You chuckled as you teasingly nudged your shoulder with hers. "I know. I just know my girlfriend so well."

The corners of Wednesday's lips quirked up for a moment before they returned to their normal straight line. "Don't get too cocky, Y/n."

You chuckle once again as you moved your hand to holds Wednesday's, knowing the simple display of affection was one she didn't mind much.

Your smile only grew when Wednesday didn't hesitate to interlock your hands.

"I wouldn't dream of it. But I do know when we watch season two you will definitely love Emily but say otherwise."

Wednesday let out a scoff at your words. "I only remember agreeing to watch one episode of this show, not an entire season."

You shrugged your shoulders before saying. "Fine, I guess I'll have to watch the next episode alone while you sleep then."

Her dark chocolate brown eyes narrowed the ever slightest at that, as if she was trying to profile you to see if you were lying or not.

You stated back with the same amount of intensity, using it as an excuse to admire your girlfriend's beauty.

Wednesday uncharacteristically broke the eye contact first as she let out an angry huff.

"Only one more episode then." You grin at her words, already knowing that meant there were a lot more episodes ahead of you two.

"But I need to empty my bladder first." She states before she let go of your hand to stab up. Once she was out of the bed and standing she gave you a menacing glare before saying. "Don't start the episode without me."

You nodded your head.

"Go piss girl." You said as you let out a small laugh at your own words, still finding the meme enjoyable.

Wednesday stared blankly at you for a few seconds before she turned around and headed towards the bathroom.

She never understood the joke no matter how many times you told her the meme.

Once you heard the shutting of the door you didn't hesitate to roll over to Wednesday's side and retrieve her phone.

Pressing on the screen her lock screen appeared, her lockscreen wallpaper simply being a black background.

Very Wednesday, you thought to yourself. Was the chances of you actually figuring Wednesday's password slim? Yes. Impossible? No.

You were determined to change the girl's wallpaper to something stupid at least once.

Swiping up the phone presented the password screen to you, the circular numbers taking up the entire screen.

Your thumb hovered over the numbers as you thought of what possibly could her password.

Your first guess was '233267' since under each number was one letter that in order spelt 'Addams'.

Much to your disappointment the phone vibrated as the password emptied, telling you that the password was incorrect.

Knowing you didn't have much time to waste you quickly thought of another password you hadn't tried before.

'782378' This time the letters under the numerals spelt Pubert, the name of Wednesday's youngest brother.

Once again the phone vibrated angrily, taunting you that you got it wrong once again.

You sighed as you glanced over at the bathroom door knowing Wednesday would walk through them any minute.

Accepting your defeat you decided to give one last attempt before giving up. This time you just mimicked Wednesday's blank expression as you entered a six digit passcode you hadn't tried before.

'111111' You rolled your eyes as you entered the final digit expecting to hear the vibration once again, especially due to the fact how simple the password was.

But to your surprise you didn't feel a vibration in your hand. Instead you heard nothing.

Your eyes snapped back towards the screen and to your utter delight and shock you were in Wednesday's phone.

You actually managed to guess her password!

(You decided to ignore the fact it was literally more hackable and easier to guess than Enid's passcode)

A smug smile appeared on your face as you straightened your posture, pushing yourself slightly up as your mind rushed with different things you could change her wallpaper to.

Your eyes glanced at her home screen and you fully expected her home screen to be the same as her lock screen.

But it wasn't.

Her wallpaper was a picture of you two on your first date.

You were not expecting that.

The picture itself was a selfie you took, your face closer to the camera with Wednesday sitting behind you. You had a wide smile on your face while Wednesday had her iconic death stare.

In the background of the photo was the gorgeous forest of Nevermore. It was where you had your first date with Wednesday.

Wednesday had prepared a picnic and mapped out the best spot in the forest where she apparently knew the two of you wouldn't be interrupted. It was truly magical.

The longer you stared at the home screen the harder you found it to go actually change the picture.

Suddenly, you heard the obnoxiously loud taps from behind the bathroom door, indicating Wednesday was going to come out any second.

You glanced at the door before back at her phone. Even if it was a few seconds before Wednesday emerged that was still plenty of time for you to change it.

You smiled slightly to yourself as you shut the phone off and placed it back to its orignal spot before shifting back to your side of the bed.

As expected the bathroom door opened a few moments later and silently Wednesday walked over to the bed and got in.

She skilfully sneaked under the blanket you two were sharing and entered your personal space before she turned her head to look at you.

"Are you going to put the continuing episode on or not?" She asked impatiently with a tilt of her head.

You didn't reply at first. Instead you leaned down to kiss Wednesday's cold lips.

The shorter girl took a second to notice what was happening before you felt her kiss you back, you couldn't help but smile against her lips at the feeling.

The kiss itself was brief but it still managed to take away your breath as Wednesday pulled away.

She looked up at you with the smallest tint of pink tainting her ears, something you so desperately wanted to comment on.

"Although that was pleasurable why did you kiss me?" You shrugged your shoulders weakly as your grabbed Wednesday's hand with your hand. "I just wanted to kiss you." You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The rare small smile slowly appeared on Wednesday's face as she turned to look at the TV screen at the foot of your bed. She shifted closer to you as she did so.

You pressed one final kiss to Wednesday's head before you grabbed the remote with your free hand and pressed play for the next episode.

Although your prank was a failure this time you didn't mind.

[woozingie]

7:56

member: woozi x gender neutral reader genre: domestic fluff? funny? flirtatious? pre-dating era? bro i've not been using the terminology word count: 600 CLEAN lil note: the 11pm writing bug has bitten again............. the ghost of tumblr past is back..... or is she........

who invited you over for this fucking game of uno? your brain was too foggy to recall, but whoever had their name all over the "wanna uno bro???🐯" text at the top of your messages was going to pay the price.

what were the chances you'd be invited for a game that is the opposite of time sensitive right around the time jihoon came back from his daily workout session? when most of the guys were hanging out at dino's place because it was easier to have him clean up after them? when it was sure jihoon would walk into the room, headed for a shower, and be interrupted by ten different conversations at once? how come all this happened right under your nose, when most of the idiots in the vicinity knew you'd rather have your nose smooshed onto jihoon's six-pack? someone call interpol. you had an international criminal organisation working against you.

you couldn't even bring yourself to look away from jihoon's sweaty back in his grey t-shirt as vernon and seokmin were yelling at your choice of card -- a yellow 4 had no place on top of a red 2 -- and it had your friends wheezing. they thought they were slick. the amount of male voices in the room was usually a bit overwhelming, but they felt so far away. your sight was working overtime, as if you could control his movements with just one look, have him turn around, and once again through eyes only let him know how bad you had it for him, and how little you knew you deserved him returning any of those feelings. he was so quiet, and suddenly, surprisingly so funny, then such a great conversationalist, such a wonderful musician, such a great friend, but he had to go ahead and get astronomically hot and thick. your brain turned to mush every time one square inch of muscle showed.

the game was going pretty bad. junhui, who you had only just realised had joined the game, had proclaimed uno and you had about 13 cards still in hand. "you're supposed to get rid of the cards," vernon deadpanned. "get them empty and ready to grab.... biceps," seokmin added after a quick look over his shoulder. jihoon had pulled his shirt sleeve to his shoulder and was currently flexing against mingyu's defined bicep. you choked on your own spit when your mouth remembered to swallow the overflow of saliva. vernon shook his head with a barely hidden chuckle, but seokmin's less discreet howl of laughter had your person of interest staring right at you. he gave you a smile, a nod and a small wink, before announcing he would be showering for the next twenty minutes. right then, junhui placed his final card and declared his win. you had 15 cards in hand. "FUCK!" you yelled, halting everyone's conversations and thoughts. getting up, fists clenched, you pursued: "HIM! I WANNA FUCK HIM! AND I HATE ALL OF YOU!"

out of breath, you looked around to see twelve pairs of half-amused, half-flabbergasted eyes. in the shocked silence, a soft, cheeky voice echoed from the bathroom door right down the hall. "come get it, then!"

you could have melted into a puddle of embarrassment. you wish you would have disappeared into thin air, started your life anew somewhere far away from here. if it weren't for the boys' excited screams of "ooohhh nooo waaaayyyy!!!!!" and "get iiiiiit!!!!" you would have missed the message.

that was the day you established a new world record for living room to bathroom sprint.

[psychomusic]

here is tar'x laran!!

he is a cipher agent, husband of suri sauthon, and father of vegoia. (he's technically my swtor character but I've decided to use him as a fully mine oc, giving him a completely different story and even biology soo he's not cipher nine)

backstory under the cut! + more of his biology and culture in the notes of the ugly second pic

tar'x laran was born on the harsh planet of iritran, one of the earliest colony world of iridonia. as the little world (almost as big as a moon) didn't have much to offer, and had a pretty rough environment, those first colonizers were left stranded, they then evolved into a subspecies, and then were found again thousands of years later by some falleens, member of the black sun. they quickly made an outpost there, to better disguise their illegal trades on ord mantell, but with their growing arrogance and power, and the diminishing of their need to hide, iritran officially became colony of the falleens.

his parents belonged to the mercenary class. even if it paid well, and was generally considered an upper class under the black sun's rule, the life of a mercenary was obviously dangerous, and his mother died on the job when he was about 13. his father, instead, had lost the lower half of his legs for the same reason some years prior.

the amounts of credits the couple had earned thanks to their job, though, gave tar'x some time to train before he had to start working to help his family. his father trained him very harshly for a few years, so that he could become an expert mercenary able to provide for his family - now consisting of the two and a younger brother, ram'tha, aged 3.

that was the plan: he'd become a mercenary like his parents, and he would provide for his father and his brother, whom he loved very dearly. it was mainly tar'x who took care of him. ram'tha was a strange kid, too - it's not that their parents didn't love him, or had other business to do, they just weren't naturally as good with him as tar'x was.

ram'tha was a silent kid, he didn't speak a word before age 4 and in a few weeks he started speaking with full, comprehensible sentences, as if he hadn't been completely silent for years before that. he would spend a lot of time going around - or wanting to go around - and for some time, his favorite hobby was "touching new things". tar'x didn't question it and just took him around and watched over him. sometimes he would bring home stuff for him to contemplate. he didn't know what a force sensitive was, yet, and he wouldn't have recognize the force even if it had shown itself through more blatant ways like telekinesis. ram'tha was very good with sensing abilities and was particularly well versed in psychometry, for his age. it was obviously a rougher and raw version of what trained force-users could develop, but it was enough to keep him entertained as a child. tar'x would've understood that a long time later.

the gentless of taking care of him made tar'x life bearable, after his mother's passing and during the harsh training. when the sith came to his town and took him away when he was just 6 years old, he immediately joined the imperial army. his skills as a mercenary made him stand out among the others and he quickly drew the attention of intelligence agents, who recruited him. he began as an informer, spying on criminal syndicates that would hire him as mercenary thanks to his family's reputation.

as he gained experience, his superiors decided to promote him to cipher, and he abandoned his name to become cipher thirteen. he thought that such a position would help him find his brother: without a name that could give away his reasons, and with more intel within hand's reach that any other department in the sith empire.

I'll slowly post some of his most important missions, i already have the one where he met suri in the drafts. i just wanna find some time to quickly sketch something to go with it. I'll link the rest of his story down here after they're posted! (if it doesn't work, he has his own tag)

also! ram'tha is my brother's oc (u can find him at @utskushii-hito), and he made a post about him! go read it!! <3

[brianllamawrites]

Love Bites (Vampire!Sherloque Wells X Reader)

A/N: Buckle up because this is a long one! I've re-read and re-written this so many times, I really hope it's okay lol. I never know what to put in terms of warnings, but as the title suggests, there is vampire biting and (probably medically inaccurate) blood loss in this fic. Also, sorry if the French is bad, I used several online translators but I can never be sure how accurate they are.

Word Count: 5255

Tagging: @ageless-aislynn @khayrrilrainxwells @mcbenson25 @yetanotherwells (Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in anything!)

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There was a metahuman running rampant throughout STAR Labs. You weren’t sure how they got in, what their powers were, or what they wanted, but you knew they were very angry and were determined to let everyone know about it. The moment the security alarm went off, the poor few of you who were still around at five in the morning had scattered, hoping it would be harder for the meta to track you all down. Being the only one around with powers, Cisco took it upon himself to hunt the hunter. You had all tried Barry’s phone but there was no response.

Sherloque ran off before you did, and before your survival instincts had the chance to kick in, you decided to go on a secret hunt on your own. You had suspected something was off with him almost immediately. Sure, the reason why he attracted your attention in the first place may have been the way he looked at you when he first arrived, but no amount of winks and little smiles could hide all the weird things you noticed. He refused to leave the building until after the sun had set, kept far away from windows and mirrors, and acted so, so strangely whenever someone was bleeding. You tried to ignore it at first, but it was all too coincidental for it not to mean anything. After months of research and spying, you came to one conclusion: 

Sherloque Wells was a vampire.

Okay. Vampire was a strong accusation. It was why you hadn’t told anyone yet. Why you were stalking him through corridors whilst a criminal was threatening everyone's lives. You just couldn't help yourself. Too many vampire novels, Joe would say, but after years of facing metahuman after metahuman, you longed to get your hands on something supernatural. And it was just an added bonus that the supernatural thing you had found was a Harrison Wells doppelganger. It was as if the universe had gift-wrapped him for you – that is, if he turned out to be a friendly vampire of course. You hadn’t decided on what you were going to do if he was secretly evil. Probably scream, get bit, and then die, unfortunately. Although, the getting bit part didn’t sound all that bad – not if it was anything like the novels you had read, anyway.

Sherloque turned the corner into the lounge and you paused at the doorway to eavesdrop. A few footsteps here. A few footsteps there. A few… Nothing. You held your breath and edged as close to the doorway as you could without being seen, but it was like no one was in the room at all. Just pure, eerie silence. Peeking your head around the entrance, you took a brief glance around; the room was large and open, there were no hiding places, and there was no Sherloque Wells.

Against every cell in your body shouting at you that it was a bad idea, you took a deep breath in and crept into the lounge. Your footsteps filled the room with a solitary echo. The city night lights spilt through the giant windows, pulling you out of the dark and towards the soft glow. Drawn towards the window, with the skyline catching your eye, you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Something– Someone was watching you.

You span around. Darting your eyes all over the room trying to follow the shadows that flitted in your peripheral. There was movement. A lot of it. You could feel it in the air. But god forbid, you couldn’t see a single thing. You started to shuffle backwards and attempted to control your breathing but it was a fight against your lungs that you were already losing.

Your back hit something cold and solid, and it was not the window. Fingers grasped your arm and jerked you around.

“Hello chérie."

Yanking your arm away, you stepped out of reach and narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you.

“Sherloque.”

“It’s not very sensible to follow me when there’s a criminal on the prowl.”

Slowly, the detective began to circle you, like an animal stalking its prey. There was a look in his eyes that sent a chill down your back.

“Then again,” he continued, “something tells me it's not the criminal that has your attention, is it? No. You’ve had your eye on me ever since I arrived, studying me just as I study the case of Cicada. I’m afraid your interest has not gone unnoticed.” 

The detective stopped right in front of you and leaned in, you could smell the bergamot on his breath. 

“So, my curious little cat, what conclusions have you drawn from watching me?”

You wanted to take a step back. Or at least, you should’ve wanted to take a step back. The thought had definitely crossed your mind. However, the moment his icy blue eyes captured yours, you were fixated. You couldn’t even want to think about running away no matter how hard you tried.

God. Okay. You never intended this to be a big confrontation, but it was happening whether you liked it or not. Right here. Right now. Ignoring the croak in your voice, you mustered up as much confidence as you could and said what needed to be said.

“I think you’re a vampire.”

The phrase made Sherloque’s lips involuntarily widen into an indulgent smile.

“You think?” he teased.

“I know.”

He paused before replying, letting himself appreciate your firm tine. “And do tell, what exactly makes you so sure?”

Words fell out of your mouth, toppling over each other in a big, bumbling mess. Amongst the babbling you managed to get out some kind of accusation.

“Y-you don’t– You don’t have a reflection.”

“And?”

And? And… Shit. The more you tried to think, the harder it was to conjure up any of your memories. It was like that damned smirk of his was chasing away all the evidence you had collected over the months, and not in the usual flirtatious kind of way. He huffed, amused at the panic that had settled on your face – he was enjoying this too much. You weren’t sure what kind of mind games he was trying to play with you, but you weren’t going to stand for it.

“Stop it!”

His eyes glimmered.

“Stop what?” 

“That stupid thing you’re doing with your eyes. You’re hypnotising me or something with your vampire powers. I know it.”

Sherloque innocently placed his hand on his chest. “Moi? Never.”

“Sherloque,” you warned.

The detective took a step back and the fog in your brain had been lifted. You could finally think clearly again, enough to see the two sharp fangs pointing out of Sherloque’s wide grin. Finally, you thought. Finally, something supernatural – and you figured it out without anyone else's help. 

Sherloque leaned back against the window, folding his arms and softening his gaze. “You know,” he started, “I knew this was going to happen.”

You rolled your eyes. “No you didn’t.”

“I hoped this was going to happen. As I said, I've noticed your interest and it is… mutual.”

“Mutual? In what way?”

He shrugged. “You have a sharp eye for details, a master detective appreciates such a thing.”

“Uhuh, is that all?”

“Tu as un beau sourire que je ne peux pas quitter des yeux.”

“You know I don’t understand French.” You crossed your arms, hoping he wasn’t mumbling an insult.

Sherloque hesitated; a myriad of confessions lingered on the tip of his tongue. You were brave enough to confront him, but he wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to confront his own feelings, after all, he didn’t exactly have the best history with falling in love. Five Renee Adlers. All women who he once loved. All women who hated the shit out of him. He couldn’t stand the thought of you hating him like that.

A loud bang echoed down the corridor followed by heavy footsteps and shouting – one of the voices being recognisably Cisco. The footsteps soon stopped, but you both knew neither of you were safe standing in the middle of a big open area.

Your attention darted to the corridor, back to Sherloque, and then over his shoulder. The twinkling lights of the night skyline had diminished and the horizon was growing lighter and lighter by the second. He didn’t have to question you, the look on your face combined with the prickling feeling on the back of his neck told Sherloque everything he needed to know. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

“What do we do now?” you asked, watching the detective stiffen his back.

“What do you want to do?” 

“For starters, I would like to leave this room alive.”

Sherloque scoffed. “Is that what you think of me? A murderer?”

“No! But–” you took a step forwards “–vampires need to drink blood right?”

“Oui, the longer you go without it the weaker you become, but a vampire can go many years without consuming blood before dying. And I can assure you, a well-experienced vampire can acquire more than enough blood without killing.”

Sherloque’s eyes were on yours, but you were positive that all his attention had moved to your neck. If he wanted to kill you he would have done it by now, but that didn’t mean you were completely safe. The others didn’t know about Sherloque’s secret for a reason, and now that you knew, you were a threat to that reason, and something had to be done about it.

The top of the sun began to peak over the horizon and Sherloque dropped the smug, in control act that he was playing. Quickly, he took your hand and took a step towards the door, hoping you would follow. You held his hand tightly and didn’t move an inch.

“Ma chérie, I cannot stay here,” he said desperately.

He could have yanked his hand away and left. He could have pulled you off your feet and dragged you out of the room if he really wanted to. But no. He wanted you to come with him, and he wanted you to come willingly.

“I will not harm you, I promise.”

There was no glimmer in his eyes. No tricks being played. You glanced at the sun rising and a part of you wondered if Sherloque would let the sun burn hum just so he could stay with you a little longer. Your stomach grew uneasy at the thought of watching that happen. Turning back to the detective, you nodded and let him lead you out of the room, away from the harsh rays of light spilling through the windows.

~

Trying to avoid running into the metahuman problem, you avoided loud noises coming from the lifts and found yourselves in one of STAR Lab’s many abandoned, windowless storage rooms. The lights had yet to be changed into LEDs like the rest of the building, but to your surprise they had no trouble turning on when you flicked the switch and filled the room with a gentle, orange glow. There wasn’t any furnishing, nowhere to sit down, nothing to hide behind. It was a long, empty, concrete box with Sherloque standing at one end, and you at the other.

“I know vampires are supposed to be pale,” you said, “but now that we’re in proper light, you look really pale.”

"Oui. It has been a few months since I last fed." You could feel his eyes on your neck again. "It has been taxing."

“Then why haven’t you found a uh– meal?”

“I may not be human, but I would like to consider myself not a monster.”

“You haven’t found anyone willing.” You bit your lip and averted your gaze. A terrible idea wormed its way into your head. A terrible, stupid idea. The kind that you would read about in your beloved vampire novels.

“Non, not on this earth.” Keeping his eyes on you, Sherloque made his way to the middle of the room. “Not yet, anyway.”

You took a small step towards him. “I suppose you’d be quicker at catching Cicada if you were at full strength, right?”

The detective smiled softly at you. He didn’t need any vampire powers to know what you were thinking. “Ma chérie, if I took enough blood to be at my full strength, you would be very ill for a long time.”

Feeling like a silly teen trying to charm your way into trouble, you took a few more steps closer, just out of arm's reach, and flicked your eyes back up at him. “Then I’ll be in need of someone to take care of me.”

Sherloque hummed as he considered your offering. Oh yes. He could definitely take good care of you. And it would certainly give him more time to think up a charming way of telling you how he truly felt about you.

“Very well, mon amour. I promise I shall take care of you, afterwards,” he said as his eyes darkened with hunger. “If you are sure?”

“I’m sure.”

It all happened so quickly. Before you knew it, Sherloque had closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you so close against his chest that you swore, even if he didn’t have enhanced senses, he could hear how fast your heart was beating. He cupped your cheek gently and tilted your head to the side, eyeing up your warm veins. Leaning in, his chilled lips pressed against your hot neck, sucking the spot he had decided on. He lingered, letting his teeth graze the tender bruise he made.

You shuddered feeling his hot breath, and for a split second, you felt those survival instincts of yours telling you to run. Momentarily, you closed your eyes and buried those feelings, trying to focus on Sherloque instead. His nose brushing against your skin. His arms squeezing around your side. His hand on your jaw with his thumb stroking your cheek. Knowing that there was no turning back now made your insides fizz with anxious excitement.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, as if to ask for your permission one last time. You could feel your heart thumping in your head, so loud that if you opened your mouth, you were sure it would be the only sound that would come out. Clenching your jaw to keep yourself composed, you gave Sherloque a reassuring smile. Yes. You have my permission. He smiled back and his eyes glimmered. Just like it happened in the lounge, a foggy haze blanketed your mind, making everything feel like a dream. You didn’t think getting your blood drunk would be painful enough to warrant hypnosis, but you weren’t going to complain about a little bit of supernatural painkiller.

Even under Sherloque’s spell, you could tell that something changed in his eyes. The soft, cold look was overcome with lust, and his lips spread open, revealing those two inhumanly sharp fangs of his. Once more, the vampire leaned into your neck.

You gasped as his teeth pierced your skin with a painless, but sharp pressure. Despite the hypnosis, there was still a small part of your brain that was alert and trying to send you signals that something dangerous was happening. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t stop from instinctively flinching away, but Sherloque pulled you back, holding you so tightly that you could barely wiggle. Once you were secure in his grip, he continued.

The fangs pulled away, but the lips stayed put. Sherloque licked the blood from your neck, and as soon as it reached the back of his throat, the months of thirst he endured hit him all at once. Suddenly he couldn’t help himself. You were too good. The licking turned into desperate sucking which caused the two of you to stumble. With your back hitting the nearest wall, you let out a whimper and grabbed a fist full of Sherloque’s wavy hair to steady yourself. Usually, the detective was very particular about how his hair looked, but right now he was far too drunk on your blood to care.

You weren’t sure how long it had lasted, but finally, Sherloque pulled away. The moment his arms left you, your legs buckled. Your vision was unfocused and Sherloque was a blur, moving quickly to catch you and softly sit you on the floor. His arms felt much stronger than what you remembered. Kneeling in front of you, he pulled off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, tying it just enough to stop the bleeding – he’d see to it medically when you were properly safe. Seeing your glazed eyes trying to focus on him, Sherloque cupped your face with both his hands and gently guided your attention towards him. You wanted to rub your eyes, but your arms felt impossibly heavy to lift, so you settled on blinking until your vision cleared up and you could actually look at the man in front of you. His pupils were dilated, his once-pale skin was flushed with lively colour, and his lips were wet and red, stained with blood that smeared down his chin. 

“Hmm, you… You look…” you mumbling trailed off.

"Just relax chérie, you won't be able to function normally for a few weeks. Best not to force it."

A door a few corridors away slammed, followed by Cisco shouting. The noises echoed painfully in your ears as they grew closer to your hiding place. 

“I can say for certain,” he stood up, whipped out a handkerchief to clean his face, and then straightened his clothes, “you’ve given me more than enough blood to deal with our intruder. Wait here. Once I return, I shall get you home and take care of you, just as I promised.”

You wanted to object to being left alone, but with a smile and a wink, Sherloque left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

A few minutes passed and the sound of the intruder stopped. You waited for Sherloque to come waltzing back to you, but all you received was silence. A few more minutes passed, and you grew restless. It shouldn’t be taking so long. You made yourself wait a little longer, but the silence was torture. He really should be back by now. A few more minutes and… No. No more minutes. No more waiting. Sure, you were too weak to walk, but you weren’t a damsel in distress, you weren’t going to just sit still in an empty storage room all by yourself. Using the wall, you pushed yourself forwards onto your hands and knees and slowly shuffled towards the door. Your head spun as you moved, but you carried on, determined to find out what was going on.

Aside from Cisco, no one knew what the power the metahuman has, so for all you knew, Sherloque could be in danger. Or maybe Cisco was being overpowered and he was in danger. Or maybe everyone was in danger and you were their only hope of survival. Or maybe everything was perfectly fine and you were worrying about nothing. You really hoped the latter was true because you didn’t need a detective to deduce that you weren’t going to be much help in a fight right now.

You reached the door and strained to lift your arm. Curling your fingers around the door handle, you used your weight to gracelessly heave it open, narrowly avoiding the door swinging into your face. The corridor was dark and empty. No Cisco. No handsome detective. Struggling for breaths, you managed to lean yourself against the doorframe, thrilled at your small accomplishment. You let out a huff, eyes growing tired of staying open. Wherever your dashing vampire was, he better come back for you soon, and he better not be injured.

The hypnotising thing Sherloque did had started to wear off, making you hyper aware of your arms and knees aching, and your neck stinging like hell. Vampire romance novels never mentioned how much being bitten would feel like… well, like being bitten. Something told you that there was a lot about vampires that vampire romance novels don’t mention. For example, it really sucked to wait for what felt like a million stupid years for one of them to come back for you.

A loud look over here kind of cough snapped you out of your miserable thought spiral.

Your head shot up, the movement causing your stomach to swirl and turn, but you were too overwhelmed and excited to care. Finally! Sherloque walked over to you and crouched by your feet. He was a lot less easy to focus on now, but still just as nice to look at.

“Hello trouble. I found Cisco and we put the metahuman in the pipeline. He is dealing with the mess that was made, and I have come to finally take you home–” Sherloque looked at you, then at the open door, then back at you with an amused smile. “Je suis désolé. Was the wait too long for you to handle?”

You opened your mouth, but the back of your throat was too dry to make a quip. Oh. That’s right. The grand trials and tribulations of trying to speak. You swallowed and spoke with as much determination as you could muster.

“You,” you started, your voice hoarse and sore, “were gone–”

“Oui. But I returned, just as I promised.”

“Gone f-for hours!”

Sherloque knitted his eyebrows and frowned, looking down at his pocket watch. He turned it to face you.

“No. I was gone for approximately twelve minutes.”

Suddenly, the detective’s hands were all over you. Face. Shoulders. Neck. Sherloque wasn’t a doctor, but you sat as still as you could and let the man carry out his examination. He promised to take care of whatever state he had left you in, but a part of you was still hoping that your state would be more breakfast in bed and less hospital gown. You attempted to take a slow deep breath, trying to make yourself as calm as the face you were looking at seemed to be, but what you ended you with was shaky and abrupt.

Sherloque stopped and sweetly held you by the shoulders – you could feel the new warmth of his hands through your clothes.

“You’ll be just fine.” His voice was soft and soothing. “I’ll get you home, make you something to eat to get some strength back into you, maybe make some tea to help you sleep– Hey. Hello? Chérie, look at me.”

You didn’t even notice it at first, but everytime you closed your eyes, it was getting increasingly difficult to open them again. With all your aches and pains, you were beyond exhausted. It would be so easy to close your eyes and drift off–

“I need you to stay awake for me,” Sherloque spoke in a slightly raised tone to keep your attention on him. “You can sleep as soon as I get you in bed. But until then, I need you to keep your eyes open. Okay?”

You mumbled that you’d try your best, and then the next few moments were a complete blur.

~

Sherloque had gotten you home… somehow. The details didn’t bother you, you were just happy to finally be home. Sherloque didn’t spare any time to start living up to that promise he made. He attentively tended to your wound, helped you change into pyjamas, and ushered you to bed. It wasn’t until after you had devoured his homemade soup did you lie down to sleep.

You tossed. You turned. You were exhausted beyond all means, but no amount of closing your eyes and hiding under the covers was helping you to fall asleep. Tor-ture. Grumbling, you rubbed your eyes and sat up. It wasn’t that long ago that you were struggling to stay awake. Penance from the universe for finding pleasure in aiding a vampire perhaps? No. He may have been smug, but Sherloque was a good vampire – Your vampire.

“Everything alright?”

Speak of the devil. You looked up at the detective leaning against your doorway and pouted.

“Can’t sleep.”

“No?”

“I know it’s the middle of the day, but my room is more than dark enough with my curtains closed. It’s like I'm too tired to be tired,” You said. “How does that make sense?”

“I bit you. There must still be adrenaline in your body.” Sherloque strolled over to sit by the side of your bed. “Your brain is still in fight or flight mode, bien-aimée, you need to relax.”

“Bien-ahh, uh–”

“Bien-aimée.”

“Bien-aimée,” you slowly repeated . “That’s a new one. What does it mean?”

Beloved.

Sherloque turned his head to look out the window and hummed.

“Maybe I will teach you some French when you get better.” He quickly kicked off his shoes and turned back to you. “But for now, you need to relax and you need to sleep.”

The detective swiftly slid under the covers. You opened and closed your mouth, deciding not to protest, and instead shuffled to make enough room for Sherloque to sit comfortably next to you. For once, you were glad for your small double bed; the lack of space pulling the two of you together, making Sherloque putting his arm around you feel like a natural advancement – the kind you had been trying to hype yourself up to make ever since you got home. 

Somehow, asking a vampire to bite you was less nerve wracking than trying to cuddle up and relax with one. At least when you were running around STAR Labs you had adrenaline and the imposing threat of being hunted by a metahuman to motivate you. Now that the waters had settled, there was nothing to mask the fact that you had just ran head first into some kind of relationship with a detective vampire from another earth who you were half assuming was going to kill you when he found out you were investigating him. 

You leaned into Sherloques side, rested your head against his shoulder. Perhaps it was better not to think too hard about these things. It wasn’t exactly like you were looking to get married the next day, just some good company and some well needed sleep. Feeling Sherloque relax under you, you closed your eyes tight, focusing on his thumb softly rubbing against your arm. The tiredness was really catching up to you now. With the cool, calm darkness granted to you via your black out curtains, and the warm embrace of your duvet wrapped around you and Sherloque, falling asleep no longer felt impossible.

“Relax and sleep,” you mumbled, “I think I can do that.”

Sherloque rested his head on top of yours, listening to the slow rhythm of your breathing. Why on earth he decided to get in bed with you was beyond him. He was so desperate to change the subject that he didn’t give himself time to think about what he was doing. Idiot. Whatever happened to avoiding another Renee Adler situation? They had all moved on but the memories of them – or more so, the memories of the mistakes he made with them – stuck to him like chewing gum in hair.

With a deep sigh, Sherloque closed his eyes. You weren’t her. You weren’t any version of her. But that didn’t stop him from assuming he’d screw things up with you like he had done over and over again with Renee. There was a chance that she and him just weren’t meant to be, but there was another, greater chance that any relationship with Sherloque just wasn’t meant to be – the latter scared him more than direct sunlight ever could. He hoped to God that you were feeling relaxed because inside his head was far from it.

~

To save your sleep schedule from becoming vamperic, you had planned to sleep until the sun had risen again, but it was quarter to midnight when you woke up. You almost weren't sure that you had woken up as you had to pry your eyelids open from deep sleep only to be met with darkness. Sherloque was lying flat on his back and you were still by his side, head still on his shoulder, limbs half sprawled out over him. All your joints ached and the pressure in your head persisted – perhaps it was a good thing that you woke up in the dark because oversleeping left you just as groggy as you felt when you got home.

“Beloved.”

You flinched. It made sense that the vampire next to you was awake during the night, but he was so still and you were so sleepy from waking up that it never got close to crossing your mind. You angled your head to look up at the outline of Sherloques Jaw.

“Huh?”

“Bien-aimée,” Sherloque said gently, staring at the ceiling. “It means beloved.”

The words tingled as you repeated them in your head. Beloved. Beloved. Beloved. 

“Sherloque,” you breathed, “have you been calling me pet names this whole time?”

“Perhaps.”

It didn’t take vampire night vision to see the guilty, smug smile on his face; you bit your lower lip to hide a similar, bashful smile from appearing on your own. Sure. He noticed you noticing him. He took a liking to you. He flirted, bit, and then slept beside you. But it never occurred to you that he had been pining for you far longer than you had been for him. Not trusting the dark to conceal your flustered expression, you turned and smushed your face into Sherloques chest.

“Bien-aimée,” he said gleefully, squeezing his arms around you, “my fondness for you is not new information.”

Despite the tiredness and Sherloques chest muffling your voice, your laugh was undeniably embarrassed. “This. Whole. Time. Sherloque. Why didn’t you say anything?”

The pressure of Sherloques arms slightly loosened, and you were once again thankful for the dark hiding both your face from him and his face from you. Whatever he was thinking of, it wasn’t good, that you were certain of.

Renee. He had to get over it. You weren’t another repeated, doomed relationship. You were new. You were brilliant. And right now you were his and he couldn’t give that up, not for people who lived on different earths and didn’t even understand him properly. 

Your heart was beating fast, and Sherloque couldn’t stand feeling his silence weigh you down any longer.

“A relationship with a vampire isn’t an easy one,” he finally said.

“No relationship is.”

“But especially with me.”

Taking your time as to not worsen your headache, you propped yourself up on your elbows so Sherloque could see your face.

“I’m not one to back down from a challenge, whether it’s supernatural, investigative–” you looked at the uncertainty in Sherloque’s bright, blue eyes “–or emotional. I’m strong enough to work through anything, and I’m sure you are too.”

Your eyes had bags but they were full of so much more life than they were when he first brought you home. If he wanted you to carry on looking at him like that, he’d have to move on. He would move on. 

“My dear, if you believe I am strong enough–” Sherloque smiled at you softly “–then I am strong enough.”

“Good.”

You smiled brightly and leaned forwards, capturing his soft, warm lips with a kiss. 

French translations:

Ma chérie: My dear

Moi: Me

Tu as un beau sourire que je ne peux pas quitter des yeux: You have a beautiful smile that I can't take my eyes off

Oui: Yes

Non: No

Je suis désolé: I'm sorry

Bien-aimée: Beloved

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EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME I have seen Alisa and Phoebe shipped (let aroace people live and bisexuals are still bisexual even in a seemingly hetero relationship) or those takes I've seen on TikTok of people shipping Rosalind and Benedikt and Celia and Marshall if I weren't on my computer I would put sooooo many barf emojis here

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

luckily nothing yet I believe

worst discord server and why

mine with my friends its sooo annoying how we have incredibly amazing and intelligent and sometimes incoherent conversations like guys we're the worst (sarcasm)

which ship fans are the most annoying?

like I said, anyone who ships the above things needs to stay 10 feet away from me at all times and undergo intense media literacy training

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

I think everyone's answer for this is Oliver. I'm so sorry we (especially me tbh) did you so dirty pre fhh I promise we've learnt our lesson!

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Oliver loves cats. incorrect. Cats are his entire life. there is a difference, and we need to recognize it.

worst part of canon

roma and Alisa's dad just disappeared before I could beat him up

worst part of fanon

we're too funny my stomach literally hurts from laughing too hard sometimes. Seriously though, the above ship takes that make my blood boil, as well as some complaints about how a lot of us talk about how we think certain characters are neurodivergent/disabled. While I think some of those are actually considered canon, I don't understand why people are so made that we (a relatively neurospicy bunch) are identifying the parts of characters we relate to and labeling them. We're doing you no harm and not interfering with your ability to enjoy the characters. Shouldn't it be a good thing that we're able to identify with the characters? Just mind your business. (also anyone who erases Rosalind's and Alisa's aroaceness that is indeed canon and I hope both sides of your pillow are too warm)

number of fandom-related words you've filtered

I don't think any

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I don't think anyone hates these guys, but why don't we ever talk about the couple from LVC? They were so sweet, and I'm kind of sad we didn't get any mention of them in FHH.

worst blorboficiation

I feel like a bad Tumblr user, but I don't know what this means. is this like uwu-ification?

that one thing you see in fics all the time

@typingwithmyhandstied 's GENIUS

that one thing you see in fanart all the time

Juliette always has the appropriate amount of knives thank you very much for that guys :)

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I personally don't get into the Rosalind is a vampire thing, but I'm cheering you guys on from afar (im just not into vampires lol)

there should be more of this type of fic/art

idk I should probably work on my university au

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

the fact that not only did she feel comfortable falling asleep around Orion (see one of @no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist 's recent posts) but Rosalind was also muttering in French in that scene. Her dominant language. She was both out of it enough/comfortable enough with him that she dropped the I was raised in American fake accent and just started speaking normally in this essay I will- basically we need to talk more about the use of multilingualism in the ss books

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

past me would be horrified to know that I like Oliver now

part of canon you found tedious or boring

I think TVD can be a bit boring sometimes, but that makes sense, since it was Chloe's debut, and she's grown immensely since then

part of canon you think is overhyped

the seagreen trio is overrated (they are literally my favorite characters)

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

THE MULTILIGUALISM

ship you've unwillingly come around to

Olivercelia. Like I said, I was his strongest hater pre fhh. Now I see what she clearly sees in him.

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

discourse on ss Tumblr is mostly joking. my personal favorite is when @marsneedstherapy and I pretend to yell at each other in different languages

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

"no one appreciates x enough" I do. I love them.

[starsofmilos]

The Villain and the Vigilante

Synopsis: Enemies to lovers. That's it.

Ahhh hello everybody! I've been really missing writing and came up with this piece in my head for a while so I finally put it on paper. I hope yall like it.

Masterlist

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, small amount of smut, violence, kidnapping, mentions of trauma,

“You know we’re probably gonna die here right?”

“We won’t.” Adrian muttered out fiddling with the ties around his wrist.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I still haven’t caught you so I refuse to die before I do that. I still have to finish getting rid of all the criminals in Evergreen. I still have shit to do so I’m not dying here and I’d be a terrible hero or Vigilante to let you die here too.”

You chuckled giving him a small look. “Aren’t you trying to kill me anyways too?”

“I was never trying to kill you. Just catch you. Yeah you’re a villain but even I knew you were just misguided. I just hated how cocky you were but if this experience has taught me anything. It’s that you’re not that bad and from what I’ve seen..it’s understandable why you’re the way you are.”

“I was just doing what you do.”

“I know but breaking way more laws. Maybe when you get out we could team up again.”

“Teaming up is what got us in this mess Adrian.”

“Don’t say my name and no it’s not. Your stupid past did.”

You flinched at his words mustering a glare. “Fuck you. I didn’t ask for this okay? Why does it matter anyways? We’re both gonna die.”

“We’re not.”

“Fine you may not die but I know I will. They only wanted me anyways.”

“Not true. Took us both for a reason and you won’t. I’m not letting you.”

“And why is that?”

“You know why.”

“Say it. Out loud Vigilante.”

Adrian glared you down shaking his head as he huffed fiddling with the ties again.

“Say it!”

“Fuck off.” You bit your lip growing frustrated as you looked away. Adrian sighed seeing the small amount of fear and despair in your eyes.

“Because a small part of me cares about you okay? I care about you and I…” Adrian struggled for a moment before shaking his head.

“Pussy.”

“I love you.” Adrian bit out after you insulted him. “I love you so I’m gonna get us out of this so I can hate fuck you then treat you like a fucking princess so neither of us can die.”

You looked at him in shock by his words not expecting him to say that.

“Okay…we’ll get out of here.”

Adrian smirked a bit before struggling with his ties. “Yes we will.”

“I still can’t believe we ended up in this mess.”

*Three days ago..*

It was always a chase between Adrian and you. It was kinda ironic if you were gonna be truthful about it.

You both had the same beliefs but you took things to the more extreme. Adrian was kinda jealous of how cool you were.

Also in all the time he had been trying to catch you to in his own words, ‘bring you to Justice,’ it never really worked out for him.

You’d always manage to escape and you had a fun time making fun of him for it too. Today was no exception.

“Aww poor Vigilante! What you can’t keep up!” You mockingly pouted at him as Adrian glared behind his visor.

“Oh fuck off. You know what you did back there was fucked up. You set a building on fire!”

“Correction I set an animal testing building on fire and released all the animals first.”

“You could’ve just killed the people who were doing the testing! You have to be stopped!”

“If I killed just the people it wouldn’t send a message. Someone would just go to replace them. Setting there lab on fire now that will say something.”

“So arson?”

“Yes arson. It’s quite funny how you argue with me when I just do what you do. Fight for Justice.”

“You break the law.”

“So do you when you kill people!” You groaned out walking away. Adrian sighed before beginning to chase after you.

Thus your annual chase began.

You laughed as Adrian chased you through the alleyways. Jumping through an open window on a nearby building. You gasped as you were yanked back into a pair of big strong arms.

"Got you..Try getting out of my grip now!" Adrian cheered as you squirmed in his arms. "Always gonna catch you dummy." He whispered in your ear.

A small shiver went down your back from how he pressed himself against your back making sure you didn't move.

"And I'm always gonna escape!" You raised your leg back using it as a distraction to lift your arm elbowing his rib.

"Fuck! I swear I'm gonna fucking catch you!" Adrian yelled out wheezing as you moved running away.

"In your dreams Adrian!"

"Stop using my real fucking name!"

The funny thing was Adrian and you had been old acquaintances. You met through work. Both of you worked at Fennel Fields before you quit.

The first time you met Vigilante it had been quite obvious to you who it was.

Adrian Chase, the cute dorky guy, the one you had a crush on for the longest. He was the reason you stood at the job as long as you did.

He was also the reason you got fired though. The manger had insulted him and you couldn't hold back from physically and verbally tearing into him.

"BYE ADRIAN!!" You laughed running away. Adrian growled angrily feeling himself grow heated a bit seeing your laugh.

He admired your form as you ran from him. Sighing to himself, he let you go for now. It totally wasn’t cause he wanted to see you again.

The next day, Adrian got up with a sigh feeling his ribs throb in slight pain. He got dressed heading out.

Adrian was ready to go in to meet the team and complain about you again. Even if you were pretty and had a pretty laugh and pretty hair...

"You guys can't imagine the shit she put me through last night-"

"I know it's unbelievable huh?" Adrian stopped dead in his tracks hearing your voice. You gave him a sheep smile as his snapped towards you.

"What the actual fuck is she doing here?!" He growled out reaching for his gun.

"I told you guys he wouldn't be happy." You mumbled out raising your hands in surrender as he glared you down. He threw his mask off looking to Emilia for answers.

"Chase before you decide to say anything-" You tried to calm him quieting once you saw his glare. Man did he hate you.

Adrian felt himself tense up seeing the small look in your eyes. He totally didn't think about seeing you with the same look pinned underneath him crying out as he thrusted-

"You shut up." He bit out sitting down. Emilia sighed.

"Okay so some explaining Vigilante. Obviously you know who she is and she knows who you are. We've recruited her for the next mission. Waller's orders." Harcourt gave him a small smile as Adrian sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Look I know you don't wanna work with me, but I agreed to help. This mission interested me especially because.." You grew quiet again growing nervous.

"I'll tell him. This is hilarious." Christopher laughed sitting down. "She's working directly with you as your partner."

Adrian's head snapped up as he scoffed shaking his head. "No. No fucking way. I come in here all the time to complain about her and you guys want me to work with her!"

"Yes they do. You're being a bit of an ass. I don't wanna work with you any less, but I'm not throwing a tantrum about it!"

"Oh fuck off!"

"Fuck you Adrian!"

"I said fuck off not fuck you! And don't say my fucking name!"

"Same difference you big baby! And why?! I know who you are any way! Don't want me call out for you Adrian!"

"I'm not a fucking baby! If anyone is a baby here it's you! You're the one who always doing illegal shit!" Adrian clenched his fist trying not to think about you saying his name.

"Funny coming from the guy who's wanted for mass murder!" You sat up getting bit closer to his face.

"Okay enough!!" Emilia called out sighing. "Stop already jesus christ this is gonna be hard. Look it's only for four days so bare with her and you stop pushing his buttons! She stays with you. You're the only one I trust to make sure she doesn't go out of control."

You groaned at her words. "I agreed to work with all of you first of all so why don't I get to be alone?"

"After that arson stunt you pulled, you stay with Adrian." You nodded sighing as Adrian sighed as well.

It how you ended up at his place later that night.

*Currently

"I still don't understand how this happened." Adrian muttered out as you struggled in your ties.

"I wish I could tell you..."

"Well why don't you?...I wanna know why you froze back there."

"I didn't freeze-"

"Yes you did. The second you saw the old man, its what caused you to freeze." You stood quiet ignoring him.

"Hey..I just wanna help..please.."

"You know you're one of the only people I trust Adrian..I don't wanna talk about it.."

"Y/N..."

"He's someone who scares me..It’s why he wants to kill me..He's the only one who scares me.."

"Did he hurt you?.." You stood quiet again struggling your ties. "Did he hurt you?" Adrian called out a bit louder this time.

"Yes..yes he did.." Adrian went quiet nodding.

"Okay...then we're getting out of here..and I'm killing him."

"Adrian-"

"No ifs ands or buts...I am fucking killing him especially for the mark he left on you today."

*Three days ago..*

You were forced to spend the night with Adrian. You smiled as he walked into the living room. It wouldn't hurt to try to be friendly.

You grew a bit heated admiring his shirtless form stopping once he looked towards you.

"Couch okay?...I know you're stuck here but I could give you my bed if you want.."

"Couch is fine. I got it. Thanks.."

Adrian hummed as he made some tea. "Sorry I don't wanna go to your place."

"Yeah..it's okay..I wouldn't have minded though..also I promise now that I know where you live I won't be going to bother you as much." You got up stretching stopping once you saw the bruise on his ribs.

You must’ve left that on him from the other night. You didn’t think it was that hard of a hit. He didn’t say anything-

“You better not. Last I need is my sworn rival popping up out of nowhere.” He teased a bit pouring himself and you a mug.

“Oh chamomile tea..my favorite..and yeah not like I wanna see you anyway.” You bit back gratefully accepting the mug.

“I remember your favorite from when we worked together at the restaurant. You’d come into work everyday with a foam cup of this shit. Tried it and found out I liked it too. I like it like this though. Not ungodly sweet with honey like you.”

You glared at him sipping the tea. “Mock my tastes why don’t you! The tea like this is good I just like you know flavor?”

“Sure sure if that’s what you call it sweetheart.” Adrian sighed finishing his mug giving you a sarcastic grin.

“God you’re an ass.” You set your mug down walking away. You had no idea this was Adrian trying to be nice. He remembered after all this time your favorite..

“Only towards you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel special?” You huffed getting settled on the couch.

“Depends how you take it.” He shrugged sitting across from you. “Now we’re gonna talk about the case real quick. How are you involved in it? Sounds like a normal butterfly mission to me.”

“It’s not..” You mumbled out fiddling with your hands. “And I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Why not? I feel like I have a right to know.” Adrian raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t have to know why I’m involved just know I’m helping you guys.”

“Okay fine. I think it would be crucial to know though.”

“Jesus Christ do you ever stop pushing?” You bit out. You didn’t wanna talk about it. You didn’t want him to know.

“I’m just trying to know why I’m stuck with you!?”

“Fuck off. Right now Adrian.”

“Why should I?” You glared sitting up.

“I mean it back off. I’m not going to tell you. All you need to know is that I’m helping and that’s it.”

“Fine be that way. Here I was trying to be nice.”

“Be nice? You were being a complete ass. God I can’t wait till this is over and I go back to running away from you.”

“Me too! I can’t wait to have ugly filth out of my house!” Adrian yelled out storming away. You groaned angrily covering yourself.

*Currently*

“Do you really think I’m ugly?..” Adrian stopped fiddling with his ties at your question.

“I literally just admitted that I love you.”

“That’s not the same thing. You can still love something and it could be ugly. Three nights ago you said you wanted ugly filth out of your apartment. I know you meant me so do you really think I’m ugly?..”

“God you’re so stupid..no Y/N I don’t. You drive me fucking insane. In the little things you do. To be quite frank you’re one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen..now help me think of a way out of here. I meant it. We’re getting out so I can hate fuck you and love you till the day I die.”

*Two days ago*

The next morning, you ignored Adrian as he awoke going into the kitchen. He took a small glance part of him feeling a small bit of guilt for the way he yelled at you the night before.

“You want pancakes?” He asked thinking that maybe this would be a good chance to reconcile.

“Fuck your pancakes mrs buttersworth stupid looking bitch.” He thought wrong.

“How is that even an insult?!”

“It’s an insult to me you dick.”

He groaned. “Fuck you. I was trying to be nice and apologize but god I can’t wait now till you’re fucking gone.”

“Neither can I! None of this matters. I’ll be back for the mission tonight.” You grabbed your keys and bag about to walk out. Only to be stopped by Adrian stopping you.

“I can’t let you do that. Harcourt said you were under my care. That’s why you spent the night here.”

“Oh yeah and you think you could keep me from running out of here. You wouldn’t be able to catch me. You never can.” You taunted him shoving him to the side.

Adrian sighed gripping your waist to pull you back locking the door.

“You know you’re technically keeping me here against my will. That’s a crime Vigilante.”

“My direct orders were to keep you here. Look…you want me to apologize fine I will. I’m sorry that you’re being such a big crybaby-“

“Fuck you! Fuck you! What the fuck is your problem with me!? You’re always tearing into me!!”

“So are you!! Just this morning you yelled some stupid bullshit!” Adrian sighed again as you grew angrier.

What was his problem with you? You thought he would’ve loved working with you. You weren’t even sure how you guys got this way.

“I know you hate my guts! That’s fine! I tried to be nice and work with you but you’re such a dick! I even said yesterday when they assigned us that I know you don’t wanna work with me but let’s try to get along!!”

“How can I when you’re just so!!”

“What!? What am I!?”

“You’re infuriating! You do what you want! You don’t follow the law! And you don’t have any morals!”

“I do! Why do you think I only go after bad people!?”

Adrian stood silent trying so hard not to kiss you. He wanted to tell you the real reason why he hated you.

It was cause of the way you made him feel. He’s loved you since you both met at Fennel Fields when you worked there.

He didn’t want to risk you being hurt it’s why he was always chasing you. He wanted you so badly. But with the way you were glaring at him he didn’t think that would happen anytime soon.

“I know you only go after bad people. I know you do-“

“Then what is your honest problem with me! What is it!?”

“God would you just shut up for one minute!!” He sighed out gripping his face. “Okay look..I don’t hate you..I honestly don’t even know how we got to this point..let’s let it go..okay?..I’m sorry alright..while you have to stay here we should try..you were right..let’s try to get along for two more days.”

You stood silent. It freaked out Adrian. He was ready to do whatever it took. He didn’t mean to make you so worked up. He could’ve been nicer.

“Fine.” You finally spoke out. “Fine..but I really do need to go somewhere may I please go?”

“I still can’t let you. Harcourt said for us to stay put until the mission.”

“Dude you don’t get it. I really do have somewhere to be. Please Adrian.”

“I’ll go with you then.”

“That’s not necessary-“

“It is to me.” He spoke out grabbing his sweater. You sighed sliding your shoes on glaring at him a bit.

"No it's not..I said I'd stay but that doesn't mean I will listen to you! I have a life outside of doing what I do."

"And you think I don't!" Adrian snapped at you. "Look I'm honestly sorry for how mean I have been but Harcourt really wanted me and you to be together at all times. You can go but I am going with you. Don't argue."

"Fine you win. You can come but no questions. Not one."

"Deal..you won't even know I'm there." Adrian agreed following you out. He was almost like a shadow. The car ride was silent the whole way through.

"Hospital? You're not hurt?.." Adrian looked you over just in case. Had you been hiding an injury from him?

You couldn't be hurt-

"No. I'm fine. I just have something to do and didn't I say no questions." Adrian raised his hands in defense.

"Fuck me for being worried."

"You have no reason to be. I'm not hurt." You reassured him not really knowing why you were. Adrian didn't really care...right?

He nodded following you out the car. You walked to the front office. The nurse smiled seeing you.

"Y/N nice to see you today darling. I see you brought a friend this time."

She knew you by name? Adrian was confused as he stood beside you.

"I guess you could say that." She smiled handing you both visitor passes.

"Alright then can I get your friends name?"

"Adrian. He's just gonna stand outside."

"Okay but you know he'll still need a visitor pass." You nodded as she handed one to you and Adrian.

"Go on ahead through."

Adrian was silent as he followed you. The visitor pass he was given had your last name on it. What was going on?..

"Okay just wait here outside please." You sighed pleading with Adrian. "I know you said we can't separate but please stay right out here I'm not gonna go anywhere just give me twenty minutes."

"Uh yeah yeah..go ahead I'll wait here." Adrian didn't argue with you. It kinda surprised you but he seemed to be understanding. It's like he could tell you weren't lying.

You smiled walking inside. Sighing a bit, you shut the door seeing her laying in bed.

"Hey Olive.."

Adrian glanced at his watch it had been about twenty minutes since you had gone in. He was growing worried.

"Oh my god your visitor pass! You must be here with Y/N!" Adrian glanced up seeing an older nurse. "Are you her boyfriend? A lot of us nurses here have been pushing her to ask out this guy she keeps talking to Olive about."

"Uh..I'm sorry but I'm not-"

"Adrian right? She complains about you to Olive! I'm so glad you're here come on in!"

Adrian tried to stop her but he was dragged into the room. You sat there wide eyed as Adrian awkwardly stood in front of you. The nurse smiled at you.

"You should've let your friend in sweetie! I just came to check on Olive and saw him outside."

You scoffed a bit as Adrian looked anywhere besides you. "I see you're still reading to Olive that's good okay I'll leave you three be now."

The nurse smiled walking out. Adrian rubbed the back of his neck as he took a small glance at you.

"Well since you're here. Have a seat." You placed a marker in the book putting it to the side. "This is Olive, Olive this is Adrian. One I told you about."

Adrian glanced at the unconscious women in the bed. "Who is she?.."

"Sorry should've mentioned it. This is my sister. She's been in a coma now for three years."

"Three years?..that's when you quit-"

"At fennel fields. Yes. You probably would've loved Olive. She was an activist like me."

Adrian connected the dots quickly. Why you became a bit bitter and got extreme and why you disappeared off the grid.

"So how did this happen to her?"

"She was brutally attacked. Messed up her head so now she's in a coma. I do have the option to pull the plug but I don't have the heart to do it to be quite frank with you."

Adrian nodded staring at you then the book in your lap. "Sorry. I visit her everyday for at least an hour. I read her favorite series. Percy Jackson.."

"I love the Percy Jackson series."

"So did she and I..She...She was super cool Adrian.." Adrian nodded as you fiddled with your hands.

"Okay...I know you said no questions but I have a lot of questions."

"I understand that so go ahead ask away." You fiddled with the book as he spoke.

"How did she end up like this?"

"My sister was a activist. She had made a lot of enemies in her job. People hated her. She did things the right away. Not like you or me who kill. She took them to court and made sure to find everything she could so they were locked away for life..."

Adrian listened intently. He was so surprised by all of this. He had no idea that you even had a family. The way you made it sound back then was that there was no one.

"Why didn't you ever-"

"Mention her? She asked me not too. Said she didn't want the groups or people she went after to target me..Funny if she could see me now-"

"She'd be proud. You're doing what she fought for. You may be extreme but they're paying for what they've done. Now who exactly did that to her?"

"A bad group. I don't know who they were but they were more dangerous than any other group she went after. I told her to be careful but...they found me..kept me and tortured me for three days to get her to stop and because it was me she did. And then she..I think you could figure out the rest."

Adrian nodded, "So they hurt you?.." He clenched his fist silently swearing he'd find these bastards.

"Yes..and they did this to her..made me watch.." You grew a bit teary eyed looking away to blink it gone.

"I see..and you never found them."

"No..I couldn't...this is why I left though and became well as you call me..a villain...a bad person."

"You're not."

"What?.."

"Had I known..I wouldn't have-"

"Don't take back your words now Adrian. It's fine..I know why you said what you said." Adrian felt guilt rise in his throat. It burned.

"We should head back now.."

"Okay.."

*Currently*

"Adrian I want out..I'm scared.."

"I know I know..just calm down okay. I already promised we're getting out of here."

"You don't get it..They made me watch them hurt her and now they're probably gonna hurt you and I can't-"

"Neither can I. I will do anything to make sure you are safe and sound and believe me I get it. They hurt Olive and you don't wanna watch me get hurt and I don't want you to get hurt either."

You sighed growing a bit anxious. "Please baby...calm down..It's gonna be okay..I promise sweetheart.."

"You've never called me sweet names like that before."

"I should've sooner..I promise baby..we're gonna get out of here."

Adrian reassured you. "I'm just waiting for the opportunity. Can you tell me why you froze now? Any bit of information will help."

You grunted glaring at him a bit. "Cause I got scared! It was them..the ones who..I got scared once I saw that stupid ugly face that tortured me.. and Olive-"

"I didn't know that was them..Now I know why you got scared...but with me here you've got nothing to be scared of. Nothing. I'm not letting anything bad happen to you. So the next time you see him don't freeze...I'm gonna be right there."

Adrian sighed as you sniffled. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you, but right now he couldn't.

"I'm right here okay..just calm down.."

*One Day Ago*

Things between Adrian and you had gotten better. They weren't good, but they also weren't bad.

He stopped being so snappy at you. He seemed different. It was almost like he cared. You didn’t know how to feel about it.

You sighed as you struggled to get comfy on the couch. Adrian walked out seeing you groan.

“You good?” He laughed a bit getting a glass of water.

“I miss my bed..I wanna go home..” You sighed out. Adrian felt bad seeing you pout a bit.

“Hey it’s only two more days and you go home and we never bother each other again.”

You laughed a bit nodding. “Until our next chase.”

“Until our next chase.” He agreed with you. He walked to you. “Do you want my bed for tonight?”

“No no! I’m okay. Just complaining to complain. You get some rest.” You tried to reassure him. Adrian took a close look at your face. You tended as he leaned in.

“You have bags under your eyes. You haven’t been sleeping good.” He whispered out. You froze feeling his breath fan against your lips.

“I’m good.” You finally managed to get out trying to reassure him once more. Adrian shook his head.

“Nope not buying it. Come on. Go to my bed.”

“Adrian I can’t take your bed-“

“You can and you will. Now go.” You sighed shaking your head turning over.

“I’m fine.” Adrian grew frustrated shaking his head as he laughed.

“Fine you wanna do this the hard way!” You gasped as you were lifted off the couch. He threw you over his shoulder as you fought against him.

“Chase! If you don’t let me go right now!!”

“You’re getting rest cause you need it!!” He snapped as he tossed you on his bed. You grew flustered sitting up to glare at him.

“Adrian Chase!!” He smiled as you yelled walking out towards the couch. You ran out racing to the couch. Adrian stopped you as you both wrestled.

“Im trying to be nice!!”

“Screw your being nice!!” You snapped yelping as he picked you up again holding you back.

“Screw you for not accepting my niceness!!” He threw you back to his bed. He huffed walking out. You grabbed him shoving him down on his bed.

“Stay!” He grabbed your arm pulling you down with him. You tensed as you landed on top of him. He flipped you both over pinning you to the bed.

“No! You!” He growled out. You wanted to kiss him. He looked so beautiful as he panted on top of you.

You smirked. “Fine both!” You wrapped your legs keeping him locked against you. “We’ll share the bed!”

Adrian groaned too tired to fight you. “Fine!” He snapped out laying next to you. You scoffed turning so your back was to him.

“You suck.” You sighed.

“You swallow.” Adrian also sighed. You scoffed turning to face him.

“How would you know?” Adrian smirked now.

“Cause spitters are quitters and in the time I’ve known you Y/N you’re no quitter.” He mockingly smiled pulling you close. You struggled a bit before laying against him.

“I hate you.”

“Yup ditto now get some sleep.” He sighed out. You grumbled before shutting your eyes.

Adrian admired your sleeping form. “Why can’t you be like this all the time?” He moved some of your hair out of your face pulling you in closer.

You leaned into his touch in your sleep. He smiled before falling asleep as well.

The night went great until around three am. You awoke with a start. Someone had been banging on the door.

You sat up shaking Adrian awake. “Adrian! Adrian!” He opened his eyes jumping as he heard the knocking too.

“My guns are under the bed.” He got up quickly with you. You grabbed one of his pistols loading it. He looked hearing the front door being kicked in. “Hide!”

You nodded following his lead. You hid in his closet as he moved behind the door. A man walked into the room.

Adrian kicked him down quietly taking him out. You came out of the closet following him down the hallway.

There were several men. “Where’s the fucking girl!?” One of them yelled out. That voice..

It sounded familiar?

“Boss we’re looking! Our intel said she was staying in this home with the Vigilante!” Another man yelled out. Adrian glanced at you.

They were looking for you.

The man groaned. Adrian decided to make his presence known shooting a man down. You gripped the gun popping up with him.

“I’m right here asshole so stop destroying his apartment!” You snapped out. Adrian stood by you cautiously.

The man who spoke first smirked looking at you. “Wonderful..it’s so good to see you again.”

Adrian tilted his head confused. He tensed up seeing you begin to shake. “You still with me?” Adrian whispered out to you.

The man smiled pulling his gun out. “Get the girl.” Adrian seemed confused before feeling a presence behind him. He didn’t notice one of the men.

“Shit!” He cursed. You stood frozen. It was like you were stuck. The man walked to you taking the gun as he caressed your cheek.

“Y/N!!” Adrian yelled out for you struggling against the two men holding him. “Don’t touch her you son of a bitch!!”

Adrian’s yell seemed to break you out of your trance. Tears were running down your cheeks. “Adrian!!” You yelled out before gasping as you were pistol whipped leaving you unconscious.

The man smiled picking you up. “Take him too. She seems to care about him.” Adrian was hit in the back of the head knocking him out.

*Two Hours Later*

Adrian awoke with a gasp as water was thrown on his face. His suit was sitting inches away from him. He struggled before realizing he was tied up.

“Well well well..so you’re the infamous Vigilante I’ve heard so much about.” Adrian glared at the man pulling at his restraints again.

“No use. You won’t be getting out. Don’t worry though I have plans for you and the girl.”

“Good luck with that. The girl is tougher than me. She’ll get out. She’s probably managed to leave by now! I know for a fact she wouldn’t stay for me!” Adrian glared as the man laughed.

He tensed up hearing your yell. His eyes widened in shock as you cried out loudly in pain. Adrian looked at the man before growing angry.

“What the fuck are you doing to her!!??” He roared out pulling more at his restraints. The man smirked as you cried out again.

“Stop! Stop! Stop hurting her!” Adrian yelled out. He growled as he tried to pull free.

The man walked towards Adrian pulling his head by his hair. “And who are you to give me orders Vigilante? Besides weren’t you the one always trying to capture her-“

“Fuck you!! You know nothing! Now stop hurting her! Stop!”

“Why should I? Give me one good reason to stop?” The man laughed dropping Adrian’s head. “She’ll be joining you soon.”

“Don’t hurt her! Stop! You can hurt me instead!” Adrian yelled out. The man looked at Adrian in surprise.

“Really you would endure that torture for her?” The man scoffed not taking Adrian seriously. Adrian glared at him.

“You have no idea the lengths I would go too for her.” He snapped out. “Now stop hurting her!”

The man smirked. “Bring the girl in!!” He yelled out. Two men came in. They threw you harshly on the floor. You were twitching as you laid on the floor shackled up.

Adrian glared at the men before softening his gaze towards you. “Y/N hold on for me okay!”

You whimpered as you were kicked again. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!!!” Adrian roared out. The men all laughed before walking out.

*Currently*

“It seems hopeless..” You mumbled out. Adrian sighed at your words.

“It’s not. We’re getting out now. I wanted to give you time to rest. Do you think you could reach the shoe of my suit on the floor over there?”

You winced sitting up gripping your side. Adrian gave you a reassuring look. “I know I know..it hurts. Just keep moving for me. Please Y/N.” You nodded crawling to his shoes.

“Okay bottom of my right shoes is a fake. If you pull it off I have a knife in there. Can you get it?”

“Yes. I can do this.” You mumbled out.

“Yes you can. Come on now honey.” You grabbed the knife crawling to him. You winced again stopping for a moment before forcing yourself to move.

Adrian smiled widely as you managed to cut one of his hands free. He took the knife undoing the rest of his ties. You fell to the floor before him.

“I got you..” He caressed your head grabbing his suit. He found his lock picking set undoing your shackles. You winced loudly as he helped you up cradling you. “Here sit.” He put you in the chair getting his suit on.

“Wear my helmet. I wanna protect your head.” You shook trying to fight him. “No arguments. Okay?”

He put his helmet on your head before picking you up again. “Just hold onto me.”

Adrian ran out cradling your body close. He cursed hearing some of the men yell at him. He bursted into a random room. He placed you gently down.

“Don’t move.” He caressed your arm. He gripped his knife hiding behind the door. The men ran in yelling as Adrian grabbed one of them from behind slicing his throat open.

He stole that man’s gun shooting down the other man. He took that man’s gun too. He put them in his suit running to you again.

“You okay?” He whispered out.

“Yes..” You softly replied as he lifted you again. “Just keep with me okay?” You nodded at his words. His helmet felt nice. It smelled like him.

“That throat cut was sloppy.”

“Oh shut up.” Adrian huffed a laugh running with you. He held you close shooting at more men. He stopped seeing the boss down the hall.

“What the fuck!!” He yelled out pulling out his own gun. Adrian kissed the helmet that you wore gripping you tightly.

“Don’t be scared. I’m right here.” He reassure you. You nodded as he set you down making you stand behind him.

“Hello you piece of shit.” Adrian yelled out. The man looked in shock.

“How the-“ The boss cried out as Adrian shot his hand.

“That’s for laying a fucking finger on my girl!” The boss looked at Adrian in shock trying to shoot his gun. You stole one of Adrian’s guns shooting his arm before he could fire.

“Don’t hurt him!!” You snapped out before wincing in pain. Adrian approached the man. He punched him harshly. You stood back watching Adrian wreak havoc.

The man who haunted your dreams. The man who hurt your sister in front of you. The man who said he’d always find you to finish the job…

Was now crying from pain as Adrian relentlessly beat him.

The man choked a bit gasping as Adrian began to strangle him. “You piece of shit! Motherfucker! Scaring and hurting her! Making her freeze!! You’re nothing! Your garbage!” Adrian yelled out before finally snapping the man’s neck. He panted heavily standing up to spit on the man.

You dropped the gun limping towards Adrian. You crashed into his arms as he turned to face you. He caught you.

“Hey no!” He tried stopping you as you removed the helmet.

“Fuck you Chase!” You yelled out dropping the helmet. “He was my kill! My kill! You had no right to take that from me-“

Adrian groaned out leaning down and kissing you deeply. You gasped in shock. He gripped your waist tightly pulling back to pant.

“Do you ever shut up?” He teased. Before you could protest he kissed you again.

“He hurt you. He made you cry. You never deserve to cry. You hear me? I will burn down any mother fucker who makes a single tear fall from your beautiful eyes.” Adrian rasped out.

You stared in shock. He picked his helmet back up. “I’m not apologizing for killing him. And I know by the look on your face. You’re glad I did.” He placed his helmet back on you again.

You stood quiet as he picked you up. You gripped him tightly as he walked out still holding you. The team had made it right as you both walked out.

“You’re late than ever.” Adrian yelled out. He got into the van. He basically glared whenever any of them tried to touch you.

“Chase don’t you want her wounds checked out!” Emilia yelled out in frustration. “I do! But I want her checked out in private! Not in front of everyone here!” He snapped out.

You stayed silent resting your head on his chest. His helmet sat beside you both.

He kept you close whispering soft reassurances. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna go home.”

You looked up at him. “I don’t wanna go anywhere where you aren’t.” His eyes widened in shock at your words.

“I always loved our chases cause I got to see you. Please don’t leave me..” You whispered out.

“I won’t. I’ll follow you so long as you have me.” He reassured you gripping you.

“I love you..”

“Same..” He mumbled out laughing as you glared at him.

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I’m kidding..I love you too.” He kissed you lightly. You both turned hearing Chris laugh out.

“I fucking told you Adebayo!!”

“Fuck man!!” She cursed handing Chris twenty bucks.

Adrian and you chuckled as you both sat in silence. Neither of you were truly bad people after all.

[sequinsmile-x]

Alleviate

Aaron makes Emily feel better after she tells him just how insecure she feels after having their daughter.

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A gift for @sapphoe-sun because I've put her through so much with my fics lately and because her comments always make my day <3

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Words: 4.5k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

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Emily sighs as she, yet again, adjusts her shirt, pulling at the material to try to change the way it falls, critically eyeing her reflection in the mirror as it doesn’t look quite how she wants it to. She blows out a slow breath and puts her hands on her hips, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she turns to look at her daughter, the 10-week-old staring at her from her bouncy seat. Violet smiles as Emily looks at her, wriggling in her seat as she has her mother’s attention. 

“I don’t know what you’re smiling at, sweet girl,” Emily says, her smile not matching her words as she looks back at herself in the mirror, “This is all your fault.” 

Logically, she’d known that pregnancy would change her body, but the reality had been a little harder to accept. None of her clothes felt like they fit properly anymore, her skin was looser in places than it used to be, her hips wider than they had ever been. Her breasts hurt all the time, an everpresent ache that no amount of nursing or pumping ever seemed to completely ease. She loves being a mother, she had done since she’d become that figure for Jack, and she’d loved being pregnant until the last few weeks when the discomfort started to outweigh any of the joy she found in it. She loves her little girl with her whole heart, the instant way it had washed over her as she saw Violet for the first time and held the tiny newborn to her chest was still overwhelming if she thought about it. 

None of that made the changes to her body, to her life, any easier to take at times. 

There were moments when the exhaustion was at its worst, when Violet would only settle if she was sleeping on Emily’s chest, making sleeping herself impossible, when she felt like a shadow of her former self. As if she could no longer relate to the woman who used to chase down criminals with a Glock in her hand whilst wearing high-heeled boots, as if that had been an entirely different person - not who she was just one year ago. 

That feeling was part of, if not the entire reason, she was currently wearing a new pair of jeans, the only pair she had that fit properly, and a dark green blouse that just about fit over her breasts. Aaron had gently encouraged her to go on a night out with JJ and Penelope, something she’d put money on him discussing with them at work if the texts she’d received from her friends were anything to go by. It was a strange conflict, part of her wanting to go out with her friends, to feel like herself for a few hours, but the other part wanted to stay home with her family. To snuggle with Aaron on the couch after Jack went to bed and Violet was, briefly, asleep. 

She wondered if this was a pull she’d live with forever now, if her life had turned into a balancing act she would always worry she’d fail, doomed to fall off the line she walked like a tightrope. 

Violet cries out from behind her and Emily turns to look at her again, smiling as she walks over, leaning down to pick her up.

“Come here, baby,” she says, unclipping her from her bouncy seat and holding her close to her chest, kissing the top of the baby’s head as she stands up straight again, “Momma’s got you.” 

She walks back over to the mirror and looks at them, smiling at the sight of Violet curled up against her chest, her tiny fist curled in Emily’s curled hair, already calming down now she was in her mother’s embrace. 

“Well, Violet, I think this is as good as it’s going to get.” 

“You look beautiful.” 

She jumps a little at the sound of her husband's voice, turning to find him standing in the doorway of their master bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. He’d been away on a case for a few days and she’d missed him. He’d texted her just before she got into the shower to let her know he was on the way home, but the white noise machine she’d had on in a failed attempt to get Violet to nap must have stopped her from hearing the front door. 

“Hi,” she says, smiling at him, “When did you get home?”

“Just a few minutes ago,” he replies, walking towards them. He kisses her, a quick stamp against her lips, and then kisses the top of Violet’s head, he pulls back to look at her, his smile soft as his eyes trail up and down her body, “I mean it, you look beautiful.” 

She smiles tightly at him, shrugging off his compliment, “Maybe I shouldn’t go,” she moves past him, his hand slipping off her shoulder as she paces the bedroom, Violet finally falling asleep against her, “She’s been fussy-”

“Em,” he says carefully, “I’ve got her, I know what to do. I’m her father after all,” he adds, smiling softly. He knows she doesn’t doubt his abilities. She was often the one to assure him that he was an excellent father, her eyes always shining with unshed tears as she watched him and Violet together, the little girl looking impossibly smaller in his arms. He knew this was more about feeling guilty for going out with her friends, for wanting to go, and a nervousness about leaving their daughter for the first time since she’d been born. “JJ and Garcia were heading straight to the bar where you’re meeting them,” he says, gently easing Violet out of her arms, smiling at the familiar weight of his daughter in his arms, “They are excited to see you.” 

Emily nods, twisting her hands together now she no longer has Violet against her. She fiddles with her wedding rings, nervous energy she doesn’t fully understand flowing through her. 

“I fed her just before I showered, so she should be ok for a little while. There’s milk in-”

“The fridge, and there is spare in the freezer if we somehow go through all the milk in the fridge,” he says, smiling at her as he runs his hand up and down Violet’s back, “And she only really tolerates the bottles with the silicone nipples, not the latex ones,” he adds, his eyes sparkling as she blushes. 

“It’s insanely attractive that you know that, by the way,” she says, trying to fight a smile, “I get it, you know how to look after her,” she shakes her head at herself and clears her throat, trying to push the lump that was slowly climbing up it at the thought of leaving down, “I know that, you’re an excellent dad I just…it’s hard.” 

“I know it is sweetheart,” he says, closing the gap between them to press a kiss to her cheek, “But you’ll have fun.” 

She nods, and turns her head to kiss him, “I know,” she places her hand on the back of Violet’s head, her fingers trailing through the dark soft hair there, and then kisses her forehead, “Mommy loves you so much, sweet girl,” she looks at her husband, “You’ll call if you need to?” 

He tries, and fails, to hide a smile, knowing there would be no need to call her, but he nods anyway. He’d agree to anything to make her feel better.

“Of course,” he agrees, kissing her once more before she pulls back, “Now go, I think we both know Garcia will track your phone if you’re late.” 

Emily chuckles and nods, putting space between them as she grabs her purse from the bed, throwing one last look at her husband and daughter before she leaves the bedroom and heads downstairs and out of the house before she can change her mind. 

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When she comes home, she’s in a bad mood. 

He can’t quite put his finger on it, not understanding when her anxious, but happy, state of mind transformed into obvious irritation when she walks in through the front door. Things had seemingly gone well, JJ had sent a text to say Emily was fine, keeping her promise to keep an eye on her friend. Emily had kept in touch throughout the night, explaining that she was stopping one glass of wine, despite Penlope’s insistence, because looking after a newborn whilst hungover wasn’t fun for anyone. She’d even sent a selfie of her, JJ and Penelope in the bar, wide smiles on all of their faces. But she’s tense when she gets home, her shoulders tight in a way that always made concern burn in his belly, flashes of when she had kept secrets from him that had got her killed opening up old wounds. 

He waits at first and lets her spend some time with Violet when she wakes up not long after Emily gets home. He watches as she holds their daughter close, calming her with her soft touch and a whispered lullaby against the baby’s dark hair. After she puts Violet down again, the 10-week-old asleep and content, for now, in the bassinet next to Emily’s side of the bed, they get ready to go to sleep themselves, leaving the door open to the ensuite just in case Violet wakes up again.

He stands back at first, watching as she goes about her usual evening routine, something that had been much shorter in recent weeks before he starts to get ready himself.

“Were the kids ok?” Emily asks, her voice tight, and it takes him a moment to respond because he’s so distracted by his concern for her that her question almost passes him by. 

“Yes, they were fine,” Aaron replies, “Jack said you’re better at MarioKart than I am though.” 

She chuckles at that, flashing him an all too brief smile, “That’s because I am better than you.” 

They fall back into silence, and she looks back at her reflection in the mirror, finishing her task of taking off her make-up. He doesn’t miss how she looks at herself, her eyebrows furrowing as if she’s looking for flaws he knows don’t exist. He knows he shouldn’t push her, but he can’t stop himself, wanting to make whatever was wrong better. 

“Are you ok, Em?” 

She tenses, an answer in itself, and she throws the cotton pads in her hand in the bin next to the cabinet in front of them.

“I’m fine.” 

He sighs, watching closely as she purposely avoids looking at him, her eyes fixed on the sink and her hands pressing into the marble countertop that surrounded it.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but that clearly isn’t true,” he says, placing his hand on her shoulder. He’s grateful that she doesn’t flinch, a sign that she wanted to tell him, and he squeezes gently, “Did something happen at the bar?”

She laughs bitterly, shaking her head, “No, Aaron. Nothing happened,” she looks at him and sighs, guilt burning through her chest at his obvious concern and she turns so her back is leaning against the countertop. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks down at the floor, “It’s stupid.” 

“Nothing you say is ever stupid,” he says, standing in front of her. He hooks his finger under her chin and makes her look up at him, his eyes full of soft encouragement, “You can tell me anything, you know that.” 

She nods and blows out a breath, internally chastising herself for telling him at all, and for feeling so upset in the first place, “When we were at the bar before we went for dinner, no one flirted with me.” It feels absurd as she’s saying it, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the admission. “JJ and Pen were bought drinks by these guys at the bar and they didn’t get me one and…” she drifts off to stop herself from crying, still utterly at the mercy of her hormones and she looks at him, his expression somewhere between amusement and confusion.

“Wait…you’re annoyed some random person didn’t flirt with you?” 

Her embarrassment only deepens and she tries to move past him, “I told you it was stupid.” 

He catches her shoulders, stopping her from moving any further, and he smiles softly at her, “Em, no, it’s not stupid. It just isn’t what I was expecting you to say.” She sighs, avoiding his eye contact once again, and she bites the inside of her cheek, “Tell me what you mean, baby.” 

“Usually whenever we go out someone tries it on. It happens every time-”

“Every time?” He interrupts without meaning to, the thought of his wife being hit on enough to make jealousy simmer in his stomach. She raises an eyebrow at him, a silent challenge that she’d perfected at some point in her pregnancy, and he clears his throat, “Sorry.” 

“And it’s harmless, at worst it’s annoying, and I have fun telling them I’m married. But this time there was nothing. And I can’t help but…” she clears her throat, a failed attempt to stop her voice from shaking, “I can’t help but think it’s because I just don’t look attractive anymore.” 

It’s so absurd to him, so out of the realm of possibility that he has to fight a laugh, knowing it wouldn’t help at all. He doesn’t tell her it was likely because she was on her phone all night, texting him almost constantly whilst she was out and, according to a message sent to him by JJ, scrolling through photos of Violet on her phone. 

“Sweetheart-”

“And don’t tell me it isn’t true,” she says, wiping furiously at her cheek to get rid of a stray tear, “We barely have sex anymore.” 

He frowns, and suddenly feels furious at himself for not seeing any of this sooner. For not realising that the insecurity she’d mentioned offhandedly on a couple of occasions ran so much deeper than he thought it did. 

“Emily, that’s not because I don’t want to,” he says, cupping her cheek, “You’ve got to know that,” he says and she shrugs half-heartedly, avoiding his eye contact once again, “You had a baby 10 weeks ago-”

“I do know that Aaron, I’m the one she shot out of,” she gripes, cutting over him, and he sighs, not rising to the argument she was so clearly looking for. 

“I don’t think you can call a 30-hour labour her ‘shooting out of you’”, he says, delighted when her glare has no malice behind it, her lips twitching in a smile she fights. 

They’d had sex a handful of times in the month since she’d been given the all-clear by her doctor. The first time had hurt, something she hadn’t anticipated and ever since then he’d been a little wary, not wanting to hurt her again, and he’d always left it up to her to initiate, something he now realised she’d taken as disinterest. 

“I just…miss feeling sexy,” she says her lower lip trembling, “And it feels so stupid being this upset but I can’t help it.” 

She lets him pull her into a hug, breathing in the smell of his cologne as she grips the back of his t-shirt, seeking out the comfort only he could bring her. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this, sweetheart?” He asks, running his hand up and down her back.

She presses her face into his shoulder, her breath shuddering slightly as it leaves her whilst she admits the one thing that she hadn’t wanted to put into words for weeks, “Because I worried you’d think I don’t love her.”

Aaron pulls back and cups both of her cheeks, his thumbs delicate against her skin as he wipes away a couple more tears. “I would never think that,” he assures her, his eyes almost stern, “Never. I know you do.”

She nods, her forehead knocking against his slightly because of their proximity, and he kisses her, putting everything into it that he has said and more, his hands trailing to the back of her head, holding her in place as he licks across the seam of her lips. She tastes the moan he lets out when she opens her mouth, tightening her fists in the back of his shirt. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against her lips, never pulling fully away, “Let me show you?” 

She feels a spark low in her belly at his gentle question, at how soft his words are in comparison to how he’s holding her, the way he’s pressing her into the countertop. It overwhelms her, makes her feel more lightheaded than the already faded buzz the wine had given her. She nods, nipping at his lower lip. 

“Yes,” she murmurs, gasping as he shifts, kissing her cheek and then her jaw, slowly working his way down her neck, “Fuck yes.” 

He trails his hands down her sides, pulling at her blouse and untucking it from her jeans. She shivers as his skin burns her, sure his fingertips would be visible on her ribs after he was done. He pulls his shirt over her head and he stands back to look at her, a look in his eyes that she would almost call feral. 

He can’t help but stare at her, and he gives himself a moment to do just that, to give in to the lure of her beauty, pulled under by her siren song. He knows she’s struggled with the changes to her body that happened throughout her pregnancy. She grimaced whenever she looked at herself naked, her critical eyes lingering on the now stretched-out scar on her abdomen, warped as her belly grew, and the purple lines low on her belly, stark against her pale skin, currently hiding under the waistline of her jeans. He knew she hated the stretch marks, she’d lamented throughout the last few months of her pregnancy that slathering herself in coco butter hadn’t done anything for them. But he loved them, loved how her body had changed as she grew their daughter, her stomach swelling with the physical manifestation of their love.

She’d always been beautiful to him from the very first moment they met, but she was impossibly more beautiful now. She was his wife, and the mother of his children.

The love of his life. 

He trails his fingers down her rib cage, want pulling at something deep within him at the feel of her now softer skin, and he groans, the sound making her smile before she pulls him in for another kiss.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing her before he trails his lips down her throat, “so fucking beautiful.” 

She throws her head back to give him more room, her hands gripping the countertop as she bites her lip, all too aware that Violet was asleep in the next room and this would come to a grinding halt if she woke up. He moves down to her collarbone, sucking a bruise in the hollow of it before he moves out towards her shoulder, pushing the strap of her bra out of the way. She tenses slightly, her breasts already sore from not nursing Violet or pumping since before she went out.

“Aaron-”

“I know,” he replies, his voice rough with want as he pushes the bra strap back into place, leaving it on before he leans in to press a brief kiss to the top of her breast, his lips catching skin and cotton, before he pulls back, “Out of bounds.” 

She laughs huskily, the sound catching in her chest, “Sorry,” she breathes out, her eyes never leaving his as shifts his attention to her jeans, unbuttoning them, “I know you’re a boob kind of guy.” 

“I’m a you kind of guy,” he replies, helping her shift out of her jeans, lifting her onto the counter once he pulls them down past her ankles, disposing of them, and her underwear, on the bathroom floor next to her shirt. 

She chuckles, rolling her eyes at what he’s said. Her sarcastic response catches in her throat as he kneels in front of her, his hands pushing her inner thighs apart. She gasps at the difference in the heat of his skin against hers and the coolness of the marble she’s sitting on. 

“Fuck,” She grasps out, her thighs tensing as he heaves her forward on the counter, her legs over his shoulders as he kisses her thigh, making her groan, “Aaron, please.” 

“You smell so good, sweetheart,” he growls, lightly biting her inner thigh before he looks up at her. He almost loses it right there, the sight of her blown pupils and the way her chest is moving up and down, her skin flushed with desire for him. “You’re perfect.”

Any response, or even any negative thought about herself, about how he was wrong, is stopped as quickly as it starts when he leans in and licks through her, her moan escaping her before she can stop it. She places her hand over her mouth to keep quiet, her heel digging into his back as he laughs at her, the sound vibrating through her, pushing her pleasure up another notch. 

“Be quiet, Em,” he says, looking up at her, smirking like his face wasn’t shining with her, “We don’t want to wake the kids up.” 

“You fucker-”

He cuts her off again, diving back in to lick through her like a starved man, using his intimate knowledge of her body to build her up quickly. She covers her mouth, muffling another moan as he tightens his grip, pulling her impossibly closer, and if her brain was more focused on anything other than how he’s making her feel she’d worry he’d suffocate. Her spare hand digs into his hair, her blunt nails sharp against his scalp as her thighs begin to shake around his head, and she comes hard, a spark catching in her belly and spreading through her entire body. She just about catches the noise that comes out of her, and her vision goes white. 

He holds her in place for a few seconds before he lowers her legs from his shoulders, careful to hold her in place as he stands up again, his desire for her overriding the way his knees creak. He rests his forehead against hers, smiling as she opens her eyes, her gaze slightly dazed. 

“You ok?” He asks, and she nods, leaning forward to kiss him, groaning at the taste of herself on his lips. 

“More than ok,” she replies, “Excellent even,” she says, kissing him again, her tongue swiping through his mouth, “Take your fucking clothes off.” 

He does so quickly, and she laughs as he almost trips over his sweatpants as he takes them off. He glowers at her and closes the gap between them again, cutting off her laughter with another kiss. She reaches between them and wraps her hand around him, swallowing his groan as she pumps him a few times. 

“Em-”

“I want you,” she mumbles, wrapping one of her legs around his waist. 

He doesn’t need asking twice. He shifts her so her hips are angled towards him and he pushes forward. He groans, resting his forehead against hers at the feel of her, at the way she clenches around him. 

“Aaron,” She moans, gasping at the familiar stretch of him, she cants her hips towards him, desperate for him to move, for something.

He finds their rhythm quickly without her asking for it. They had perfected this years ago, and she wraps her arms tightly around him as the realises if she was someone else if she believed in soulmates, she’d think they were made for each other.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he groans, peppering kisses up and down her neck as he continues to thrust, something she meets again and again, “So fucking sexy.” 

She beams at him, her hands in his hair as she pulls him away from her neck, “Kiss me,” she breathes out, an instruction he immediately adheres to. She can feel it building in her stomach again, the pleasure he always managed to pull from her increasing with every passing second, “Fuck, I’m close.” 

He moves a hand between them, swiping small circles around her already oversensitive clit, and it’s what she needs. She tips over the edge and takes him with her, pulling away from the kiss to bury his face, and his moan, into her shoulder, his teeth digging into her skin. 

They stay like that as they both come back to earth, their breathing evening out as they look at each other, both huffing out a laugh before he leans in to kiss her, much more delicate than the one they had shared so far. 

“I love you,” he says, kissing her again.

“I love you too,” she replies, smiling at him, her body thrumming with the aftershocks of her pleasure. He steps away, and she mewls slightly as he slips out of her. He reaches for a towel from below the counter, gently cleaning her, softly wiping between her thighs as she jumps at the contact, her skin still sensitive. “Thank you.” 

He smirks cleaning himself off before he throws the towel into the hamper, “You don’t have to thank me for having sex with you, sweetheart, it’s not like it’s a favour.” 

She rolls her eyes at him and jumps down from the counter, kissing him when she walks up to him, “Not for that you jerk,” she says, unable to fight her own smile, “For making me feel better.” 

He smiles, “You don’t have to thank me for that either. I love you. I’m your husband. Making you feel better when you need it is part of that.” 

A sharp and familiar cry comes in from the bedroom, letting them know that Violet was awake, and they look at each other. Emily squeezes his arm and winks at him, “I’ll go.” 

She leans down and picks up his t-shirt from the bathroom floor, slipping it over her head as she turns to leave the bathroom. 

“Em?” He calls after her, and she turns to look at him, “You look in my clothes.” 

Her only response is a smile before she heads into their bedroom, already speaking to their daughter as she walks in, her voice soft and caring as it always was with their children. 

He pulls on his sweatpants and looks at himself in the mirror, his eyes going wide at the large bite mark on his neck, a bruise already forming around it, that absolutely would not be covered by the collars of his work shirts. 

“Shit,” he mumbles to himself, knowing the team, Dave in particular, wouldn’t let it go once they spotted it. He shakes it off and smiles, shrugging as he walks towards the bedroom to join his wife and daughter, “Worth it.” 

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[wolfsbanesparks]

Hey, I just thought of, like, the singlest best Billy Batson hc I'll ever have so, here I go...

So, bc Billy grew up as poor, he would know what it's like to not know when your next meal would be, and even if odd jobs can get you some money to pay for one, it only goes so far. And also bc I love lil' Billy Batson with a longer-than-himself criminal record (of stealing from big corporation only) and a acab personality trait (I don't know how much I've seen Billy-steals-a-cop-car hc, but I dig it), mixed with a touch of feral Billy in it... *chef kiss*

So, all that, plus the hc that Persephone is like "(⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠) a baby~!" at billy (I don't know where I've seen it before), and the fact that he would really feel like an hypocrite arresting some kid for stealing some basic necessities, like food or clothes, for themself when he probably did the same thing (probably to the same store) some time ago....

And so, came the idea to just grow it all himself,, like vegetables and fruits, and bc of magic (and HE'S magic, like the magic-est magic man around) he can grow more, faster, and also he's tight with Persephone (so she helps, like blessing him...?), and a hero, so who's really gonna stop him, right?

Like, I'd really like itty bitty billy, just breaking the economy(?)/capitalism(?) around food and basic necessities, bc let's be real, we all know that with the Wisdom of Salomon, he could probably pull off sewing some kids' clothes.

I'd just really love it if he, homeless, orphan, street rat Billy "I'm not 6 I'm 10" Batson, Champion of Magic, became the Protector of All Children (or something similar).

And also, if he had like some sort of ongoing truce with Poison Ivy, where when she is within Fawcett City, in Captain Marvel's domain, she isn't in Batman's reach anymore, as long as she Promise to help him grow his "little vegetable garden" (who's now like, decently Big).

'Cause I'm sure that billy "I lie to the JL for kicks but also bc I'm a kid with an adult body a word away" batson would be able to, not only weasel a Pact out of her (that would basically be sayin' "You are now my Slave" in small print, that would have her be in a do-or-die type of situation, with the 'do' part being "help me grow my plants", and the 'die' part being "you'll die horribly, and probably lose your soul too"), and also get a gigantic amount of respect, bc, like I said, he's tight with Persephone... the LITERAL Goddess of Spring, Grain, Nature and Destruction, and also the Queen of the Underworld, and Ivy grows plant so....

I'd just really like something like that in a fic, but I can't write, nor keep to a schedule (or even get it from start to finish with something on the middle) so... I just want this Billy Batson hc to be out there

Thx for listening (reading?) 😁👍

I love the idea of Billy getting fed up with capitalism and providing for both himself and his community. And I also love the headcanon that various gods and goddesses adore Billy (including Persephone of course). Mixing those ideas together is awesome! I can just imagine him having a few secret vegetable gardens throughout the city that various homeless people and people who are low income/don't have food security could drop by and take what they need.

I think that if for whatever reason Poison Ivy found herself in Fawcett City, he wouldn't even need to trick her into some contract, she would just see his garden and be like "wow what kind of fertilizer are you using to get your tomatoes so big?" And then she would give him tips on how to grow different things even when he wasn’t getting divine help. She would also teach him about native and invasive species of plants so didn’t plant the wrong ones. Setting up secret gurellia gardens to turn the concrete landscape of a city's abandoned buildings into lush thriving environments is her jam.

This is an excellent headcanon!

[theoriginalmarke]

WEDNESDAY WORD OF THE DAY

Modus Operandi [moh-duhs op-uh-ran-dee, -dahy] noun: one’s usual way of doing something.

Modus operandi is usually associated with criminal behavior. Thieves, bank robbers, and politicians. It also applies to everyday life. My modus operandi is to type this post while drinking coffee. I doubt that will be used against me in a criminal investigation. Hopefully.

Yesterday I broke away from my usual MO and did some manual labor. Kitten's parents have had a storage unit for years and I spent a good chunk of the day organizing it. It's pretty much the same stuff I've found here in the house.

Dolls, bags of teddy bears, and lots of stuff from when her mom had a dog supply business. Leashes, collars, poo bags, toys, etc. They also trained rescue dogs so there's more piles from that. There's lots of yarn. There's paperwork, most of it needing trashed.

I set aside a couple of bags of trash but didn't have the energy left to haul it to the car and drag it home. They don't have a dumpster there. If I had taken the time there would be triple that amount of garbage but I gave up on sorting smaller stuff in order to get it all organized.

Our plan is to move it all into a larger unit and getting our POD here and unloading it into the shared space. Eventually her mom's stuff will be sold through yard sales, estate sale, or an auction or something.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to return to my usual MO and brew a second cup of coffee.

I love you, baby. You're a habit that I never want to break. MWAH!

Y'all have a great day.

[heartembrace]

I wish there was an American Auto roleplay fandom because Melissa being Katherine's psychiatrist would be hilarious

I imagine Katherine would hate their sessions at first, especially since they remind her of couples counselling with Richard, but she starts to hate them less when she realises how frequently Melissa compliments and agrees with her. Also she enjoys getting to talk to someone where the only topic is herself, even if she has to pay lots of money to do so.

I'm aware that Arkham Asylum and Payne Motors are nowhere near each other but Katherine will find a way to use the private jet shown in episode six.

Katherine: How am I meant to take a mental health day if I'm surrounded by people who piss me off?! If you actually expect me to take therapy, I'll need the private jet.

Board member: You can't find a psychiatrist in Detroit?

Katherine (hadn't thought of that): ... Not any good ones!

And since the height of Katherine's ego makes up for her physical height (making myself laugh with that one), she would never admit to seeing a psychiatrist, let alone one who works in a mental asylum, so I headcanon that Melissa is code for Mumbai.

I literally thought of that while at musical theatre choir practice and whispered excitedly to myself, "Because of the letters!!!"

Putting the quotes I came up with for Katherine and Melissa under a read more 'cause there's heaps

Katherine (slamming her hand on Melissa's desk): The board of directors want me to take therapy, I don't know why. I did some research and you were the first psychiatrist I found who didn't sound like a quack, plus you're a woman so you can relate to the whole female in a male-dominated career, glass ceiling nonsense.

Melissa: I'd probably relate to it more if you didn't call it nonsense.

Katherine: While I'm sure this is going to be a complete waste of time for both of us, the board will take any excuse to replace me and I am this close to getting fired.

Melissa: Your fingers are touching.

Katherine: Exactly. So here's how this is going to go - I am going to pay you a stupid amount of money to give me whatever drugs I need to keep the board members at bay. Got it?

Melissa: There's a bit more to it than that, and I admire your enthusiasm, I don't know how much research you did -

Katherine: Just a quick Google search.

Melissa: *nods in 'I had to learn how to do in-text and end-text referencing and this CEO couldn't be bothered to look at one full website* But I treat criminals and the criminally insane. I would love to help but you're talking to the wrong person.

Katherine (deadpan): Who do you want me to murder?

Melissa: What?!

Katherine: *slides over money* Will this change your mind?

Melissa: Bribery isn't - *adds up amount, raises eyebrows* I'm sure Arkham would never turn down funding for better resources.

Katherine: If I have to be honest with you, this should be a two-way street. You're going to spend the money on a holiday or something, aren't you?

Melissa (honestly): No, I'm going to give it to the asylum.

Katherine: Then you're an idiot.

Melissa: *Sliding money back* I can always change my mind again.

Katherine: And Sadie said she wasn't sure about that.

Katherine: *sliding money back* Point taken.

Melissa: That's dumb, you could easily pass for 38.

Katherine: Thank you!

Katherine: ... You're not just saying that 'cause I'm paying you, right?

Melissa (honestly): Nope, that is my genuine and unbiased opinion.

Katherine: I'll take your word for it. To be fair, I've had a bit of work done over the years. (realises) Wow, you're good! You didn't have to say anything and you've got me spilling my darkest secrets.

Melissa: There's no shame in having plastic surgery or Botox but thank you for trusting me enough to admit that you've had at least one of those. Also I appreciate that you think I'm good at my job. Let's see what else I can get you to divulge.

Katherine: Let's not, I don't need another lawsuit on my hands. (realises) Shit!

(at the beginning of a session)

Melissa: How's your week been?

Melissa: *hugging Katherine*

Katherine: Fine. Uneventful. Oh, Richard wants to divorce me, so that's something.

(ten minutes later)

Katherine (in tears): And he is such an asshole but I can't get over him calling me selfish.

Katherine (as they're walking to Melissa's apartment): I swear that waiter only asked for your ID to mock me.

Melissa: We should really spend a session talking about your fear of aging and belief that everyone's out to get you.

Katherine: I would rather die.

Melissa: Okay.

Katherine: Also I never mentioned a fear of aging, you don't know what you're talking about.

Melissa: I'd ask if you'd looked in the mirror lately but that would be rude.

Katherine: Why? Are you saying that I look old?

Melissa: No, but the fact that you had to ask me that only proves my theory.

Katherine: That kind of trickery is why there are so many negative terms for psychiatrist.

Melissa: I wasn't intending to trick you.

Katherine: Bull. Shit.

Melissa: I'm sorry that that's how I came across.

Katherine: *checks her reflection in a window and pulls back the skin of her face*

Melissa: I saw that.

Katherine: *raises her middle finger behind Melissa's back*

Melissa: That too.

Katherine: I hate you so much.

Melissa: That's why you're my favourite client. 😊 

Katherine: Kiss-ass.

Melissa: Cougar.

Katherine: I insult people on a daily basis, I can play this game much longer than you.

Melissa: You want a bet? *winces* Sorry, poor choice of words, I forgot about your gambling problem.

Katherine: It's only a gambling problem if I'm losing.

Melissa: You know that's something an addict would say, right?

Katherine: You know that's something a fuckwit would say, right?

[aluminescent]

Hello! I was wondering if you might be willing to share some of the most pivotal literature and resources that you used in the process of making Blackout? I for one would be interested :)

Hi there!

I'll do my best to answer! Under a read more, because I'm terribly long-winded.

RESOURCES As far as resources go, you're welcome to check out this post, which gives a general list of the many places I went online to do much of my research. As mentioned, that list isn't complete. At some point, I'll definitely try to expand that list, but some of the information is a bit proprietary only in that some of my research has a bit to do with things that will happen in the sequel(s), and I would definitely like to maintain those mysteries for now.

Definitely of note is that I also traversed SubReddits and Quora posts as well—under the assumption that the posts/responses were in good faith. There's nothing better than delving into actual accounts of people in the situations that I depicted, although I definitely felt at times that I was infringing on something private. I suppose internet anonymity sort of alleviated a touch of guilt 😅.

LITERATURE As far as pivotal literature. Ehm . . . I barely read published fictional literature anymore. As in, up until five years ago, I had a ten-year dry spell where I hadn't touched a book for recreational purposes. The most recent books I've read in the last 5 or so years are audiobooks of classics, and it's been about 3 years since I've listened to any of them again. For Blackout, I downloaded/read a lot of journal studies or text books. I'm so ashamed, hah! In that vein, even the amount of fanfiction I've read over the years has gotten smaller and smaller; I literally just reread/re-listen to my favorite ones over and over again, even if they weren't the best written. I blame my hyper fixations.

I still want to create a mini 'suggested reading' list for CM fics (which will suspiciously be heavily Reid-centric and suspiciously whumpy), so I don't want to drop any Criminal Minds fics here yet. But on that, I did mention one in Chapter 16: Guilt endnotes, so you're welcome to read that CM fic.

Okay, yes, shut up me—sorry. Again, I'm not the best person to go to if you want a quick answer, hah! Here's one that is not Criminal Minds related that—well . . . the first book made me quite literally manic. Manic. If you're going through some mental stuff at the moment, I don't suggest you read it yet, because I was going through some things the first time I read it, and oof. Or, I dunno, if you're a glutton for pain (like me), go ahead and read it anyway. Back when I was still heavily on FFN, I wrote hundreds of thousands of words in reviews for this fic. I began creating a comic for it that I posted here on Tumblr (years and years ago—it still exists because I don't have the heart to delete the blog). In other words, I'm a die-hard fan of this series and will always, always recommend it to people, whether they're reading fandom blind or they're familiar with its source. I'm currently rereading the whole series again—for the umpteenth time. This fic has 100%—nay 300%—had a massive influence on my approach to writing, and if you read it I think you'll notice that.

I primarily access it now through AO3. The first book even has an amazing podfic. Here you go:

The Fallen by Engazed

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

I promise, you won't be disappointed.

Yes, good. I hope? I answered your question. I'm sorry for talking so darn much. Good day, good day.

[ask-the-edge-of-evolution]

What you just said wasn't exactly a very good first impression little dude... 😕

"My apologies... I am not the most well-verse with talking with other people...". The Eevee was rather apologetic, as he had taken quite the notice that his wording came out rather, well... Poorly.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU L--".

"Yaket, stop. Just... Please, stop.", Hoshi interrupted the taller Eeveelution, as he seem that enough was enough. "We've already been kicked out from enough places... Please, for once, don't get so angry at the locals... It will only make the situation much worse than it already is...".

Once Hoshi had already spoke his half to Yaketsuku, he would drive his attention back to the anon. "I'll be blatantly honest with you, stranger... We only need that money, so that we could live in a place that is far, far from here. Where we can finally have someplace that we can call as home and afford a more sufficient meal for a change... We have... Reasons that we don't wish to remain here. We are not criminals, we didn't murder someone, there are no debts, no one that we know is dying, we're not seeking a lavish life. All we want... Is a home.".

"I know what you are going to say... Why don't you try other jobs? We have... The issue is, we cannot remain in one area for too long. It's...". Hoshi shook his head, as if refusing to speak out what the reason may be. "Sorry, but we simply cannot stay in one area for too long. It's why we couldn't consistently keep a job... It's why we've decided to take to bulletins. Seek out any bounties. It keeps us moving in varying areas... It holds great rewards. The only issue is... Well, as you can see, we're not the most successful.".

The grey Eevee would turn his back and make his way towards the tent. Once he had approached his destination, the first thing he would do is raise up a paw and grab onto one of the flaps of the tent. Ever so carefully he would open it. Before he could even have the chance to enter inside, someone would hold out a piece of paper from within the tent.

"Don't ask... I hear...", The Sylveon said in the most dull, non-expressive tone. He was holding out a piece of paper for Hoshi to grab. Which, of course, the Eevee would take.

"Right... Thank you, Shizuka...". Afterwards, he would close the tent. As questionable as it would seem, it would appear that this isn't the first time. He would adjust the paper to have him grip onto the edge with his mouth, as, well... It simply isn't possible for him to walk with a paper on his paw without causing it to crumple, rip, or pace awkwardly. He had return back to the anon and set the paper down. "This is what we took. A bounty for a Mew. Any Mew... Throughout the places we've travel to, we would take notice of the town's boards being littered with bounties for Legendaries of any kind... Big, small, strong, weak... It didn't matter what or who... All were targeted... There was high rewards for every one of them... From what I've saw; The bigger the Legendary, the greater the reward... But... We've decided to go with something of smaller stature. We didn't need that great amount of money from the other listings...".

Hoshi sat down, as he ponder for a moment. Collecting his thoughts before he could further speak. "We... I... Don't know the reason for why someone wants to collect the Legends. Or why in every town we head to would have these listings plastered everywhere. We did ignored it at first... But, after having to go from one place to another constantly for, erm... Reasons... We decided to finally take one of the bounty listings. Try to risk for a greater reward... Something that could help turn life around, for the better.". As he mentioned the listing, he would tap the paper with his paw. "The only clue was Mew sightings in a forest. But never stated as to which forest that could be...".

"I..."

"I know how it seems... We are not the only Pokemon that is tracking down the Legends. This... This will only be a one time thing. We do not plan to do anything further than this. I just wanted to elaborate... To give a better understanding of why we are doing this. It is just... One time... One time..."

His gaze would trail away from the anon, as he slowly seem to wonder in his thoughts. Hoshi would appeared rather... Deflated. Exhausted...

"Me and my brothers... We will only do this one time... Never again. We won't bother any other Legends..."

[acacia-may]

Charmy Pappitson Red & Yellow Roses [Romance & Friendship Headcanons]

As part of my Rose Garden Headcanons (Valentine's Day) Event 🌹, here is a bouquet of Yellow Roses (Friendship Headcanons) 💛 & Red Roses (Romance Headcanons)❤️ for Charmy below the cut! 🥰 Thank you so much for the ask and for reading!

Y1. What do they consider the most important quality in a friend? What qualities do they bring to a friendship?

Charmy really values supportive friends who she can spend hours with (without feeling like any time has passed at all) and who she can really have fun with. She values those kinds of relationships where you just "click" with another person and being with them is easy, enjoyable, and comfortable. She also appreciates her friends' quirks and their dedication to being themselves. Knowing that her friends will have her back no matter what and will always cheer her up if she's feeling a bit down really means the world to Charmy; however, she probably wouldn't get so deep or philosophical if asked what she loves most about her friendships. Instead, she would probably talk about how much she treasures those more mundane, sillier moments that she gets to share with her friends just laughing and joking around and/or doing fun activities together.

Despite how it may appear at times, Charmy is a dedicated and supportive friend. She may choose to show her support by cooking for her friends rather than being a shoulder for them to cry on (she's much more comfortable with food than feelings, after all), but at root, she cares deeply about her friends and wants to take care of them and make them happy. She can be a little "hands off" when it comes to her friendships, preferring to allow her friends to make their own choices without her input or opinion; however, if asked for her opinion, help, or advice, she'll always try her best to give it, maybe even with a bit of snark or tough love if she feels her friend needs it. [A/N: There's a song called "Eat That Up, It's Good For You" by Two Door Cinema Club (YouTube) that has always reminded me of Charmy friendships (and that more snarky, "tough love" edge she can have at times), especially her friendship with Finral that I've always felt is criminally underrated]. Charmy is happiest when she gets to do something nice for her friends like cooking their favourite meals, and she loves having the opportunity to spend fun and happy times laughing and smiling together with the people she cares for the most. 💛

R2. How would they tell you they loved you? (For instance, would they use words--planned out in a speech or accidentally blurted out? Or would they prefer to show you they loved you through their actions?)

Charmy prefers to show her love through her actions, usually through making her beloved's favourite foods. However, she wouldn't struggle to express her love with her words, especially in the event that she had built a solid relationship with her significant other. She isn't the type who would say "I love you" all the time, but she says it a fair amount and always means it. She wouldn't plan out when/how she would say "I love you" for the first time, but she would definitely wait until she was ready to say it and would not accidentally and unintentionally blurt it out before then.

R3. What do they look for in a romantic relationship? What would make them feel the most loved and supported by a significant other?

Charmy has always known that she is an original and definitely a little different and eccentric, so she is really looking for a significant other who loves and accepts her with all of her quirks (and most specifically someone who won't mind all of her cooking and eating😊). Charmy's ideal relationship would likely involve her beloved not only tolerating but also supporting and encouraging her interests and hobbies. Her beloved's encouragement and love of her passion for her interests would really mean a lot to her, and nothing would make her happier than getting to share the things she loves with her beloved (i.e. cooking together).

Charmy feels very loved and supported through her beloved's quality time and acts of service. Her beloved carving out time for them to spend together, especially to do activities they enjoy, is always very special to Charmy as are the small but thoughtful everyday things her beloved does for her like picking up extra spices if they run out or offering to do the dishes after meals. Charmy also loves presents--especially specialty foods she wouldn't normally get for herself, so her beloved surprising her with her favourite foods or a special food treat would likely mean a lot to her as well. One of the ultimate expressions of love for Charmy would be her beloved knowing her favourite food (or foods) and surprising her by picking them up for her. As Charmy loves pretty much all foods, being able to identify her all-time favourite food would be a pretty incredible sign of how well her beloved knows and loves her. 💖

R4. How would they react to being in love? Would they want to keep it a secret--would they even be able to? Would they be awkward about it or take it all in stride?

Charmy can definitely get a bit carried away when it comes to love-- especially, the more emotional side of attraction and infatuation. She can be a little bit shy and a bit awkward about her feelings sometimes, but her desire to shower her beloved in specially-made meals and baked goods can be a little bit difficult to hide even if she wants to keep her affection a secret. Even if she made an effort to try to hide her feelings, her closest friends will definitely know when she is in love, and Charmy is usually self-aware enough to realise and understand her own attraction too. How she chose to deal with the fact she was in love would really depend on the situation. If her beloved is someone she doesn't know all that well, there might be a little more awkwardness there, but ultimately, she will be pretty determined to get to know her beloved which will help her (eventually) overcome any shyness. Overall, I think Charmy is a bit bold when it comes to love. She isn't afraid to show that she cares and isn't afraid to put herself out there and express her interest if/when it comes to it. If Charmy loves you, you will (probably) know about it eventually, unless of course you're just that dense... 😉

R5. What is a love song that really suits them and why?

I feel a bit like I'm recycling this because I've posted about "A Chef's Love Song" by The Spoiled Chefs and Charmy before, but it really is just the definitive and perfect "Charmy love song" in my opinion so I couldn't even begin to choose a different one. I mean, lines like "I think you're so sweet, now I want you to eat" and "You'd never be hungry, as long as you're mine" just scream Charmy to me. I think it also hints at something that I imagine is a big part of Charmy's attitude in any relationship whether romantic or platonic: her main love language (in a way) and the easiest way for her to express how much she cares is through her cooking (i.e. "I'm a chef and so my feelings/ Are expressed through my cooking/ So I hope you can tell by the taste of the food/ That I think that you're really good-looking!"). Yes, it's a bit of a sillier song (especially when the singer starts listing all the food they are making their beloved), but it's cute and makes me smile and I think Charmy would appreciate it. 🥰

A Chef's Love Song - YouTube

[canceramorem]

I'm going to skip ahead a little bit, because this next part is just too good to not tell the good people about. "The People", -my good friend Donny will laugh when he reads this. "The People" , means " The People" of the State of New York vs. Jey Pizzle , or in Donny's case, "the People vs Donald D***** III. Yes , as in an official indictment , arrest, attorneys,criminal justice, my least favorite thing Ever -JUDGES! the system, jail, trials , intent and four lawyers,Getting in trouble, got in trouble,and stayed out of trouble. (Donny gets out 2023 )

Now I am not trying to say that it's cool to get in trouble, FUCK NO!, I pray my daughter never gets in trouble. kids and adults- stay out of trouble, or as my favorite Aunt Nora ( she had the same name as my mom) would say - "Keep your nose clean". In other words, avoid police at all costs. Stay below the radar, don't go around and break laws, but if you accidentally do, then be good enough to NOT GET CAUGHT. And I don't know how many times I have to reiterate this-DO NOT SNITCH, DON'T SOCIALIZE WITH , HELP, OR EVEN SPEAK TO anyone that is a snitch! Breaking the law is one thing, but breaking the Law AND Snitching! No fucking way jack! if you get caught, just tell the truth , almost, or whatever you have to do. (DON'T do what, " Do-what-you-do, Duane-The KooK did, lying and snitching- the worst kind) . the main thing is, just be cool, even if you are traveling with kits or drugs and acting afool in different states. Like I said , don't go out being a criminal. But if you do get in trouble, keep your head up, and who knows, maybe you will be lucky enough to get locked up in a good jail. I've made some bad decisions in my life and I'm not proud of it, but I have 43 or 44 ar arrests on my record, criminal history, wrap sheet, or whatever you want to call it, Thats just arrests , NOT convictions. You see, that's how they get people, they twist the truth so it suits their needs. 44 arrests, but maybe only a dozen convictions, and they were all misdemeanors . I was never- EVER charged , arrested , or convicted of any sex offender type shit. Never! I was however, FALSELY ACCUSED, of a few things, including RAPE. I am not and never could be into rape. if a chick doesn't want to be with me, I'm not gonna go out and rape her. instead, I would just go out and pay or trade some shit for a sexual favor from a trick. A lot of being lonely isn't about sex alone, it's more like just being intimately close with a female.

It's kinda like how i met this " love of my life Marie". She knows exactly what I am talking about. I was raised decent, and it's just wrong morally and it's sick. I want somebody that wants me. get the fuck out of here if you thought for a split second, that Jey Pizzle is a fucking RAPE-O!!! ( That's what they call a rapist in New York).

So where were we now, oh yes , I got to the mobile home that Marie had worked so hard, and had come so far to get. With help from DSS of course. You know , the same people that help with food stamps and social stuff. like childcare, and medicaid. Back when I was a kid, they called it welfare. and at school , if you wanted to hurt someone'sfeelings, you would say " Your Mama's on welfare' , yeah, seriously, that would really hurt the kids back then, especially if your mom was on 'welfare' . Shit , in New York State, you have to be on welfare just to survive. It's so fucking expensive there, But anyhow, yeah , I was there. Freezing outside., it was just me and my love. oh , and a decent amount of shit for the two of us. So I did what any new resident to New York does, I applied for food stamps. Since her trailer was so far out in the country, I mailed the application in, and I still had my food stamp card from when I had been to Syracuse the two times before. New york gives you a really cool EBT card, it's got your picture on it and everything, so , I applied for food stamps and the next few days is where this love story turns into something more like a nightmare. But, my good folks, God Is real,and he does miracles everyday in our lives. God is great! Always remember keep your head up " -Excelsior"- Latin for"Ever upward", the New York State Motto.