#(well it's serge's body anyway)

[duthea]

au where lynx acts more like a cat

[sca-nerd]

Make A Quick and Cheap Circle Cloak

PART 1: JUST THE CLOAK

Step 1. Invite some friends to their first ever event. Make sure it's a cold weather event so that you have to make them cloaks. Then have your Scadian friends ask if you can make them one, as well, because they can't seem to find theirs or found that it wasn't warm enough last year. You have now agreed to make four cloaks.

Step 2. Go to Walmart. Get one (or four) of the $10 fleece blankets in Full/Queen size. If you want a shorter cloak (about waist length) Twin works. But these are all tall mfer's, so I went with the bigger blanket. These blanket don't fray, so there's no need to hem. The edges WILL roll, though, so if you want them to stay flat you'll need to blanket stitch or serge the edges. Or just leave it be, because this is a quick and cheap cloak.

Please note: these ARE polyester so be careful around open flames.

Step 3. Move everything out of the way in your living room, because you don't have any other space big enough to spread this thing out to mark it for cutting. You will probably upset the dogs, but they'll get over it because they're old and still have the couch to sleep on.

Step 4. Fold your blanket in quarters. This means you fold it in half one way, then in half the other way. The material is a bit stretchy, but do your best to make sure that you have your edges matching. Do better than me.

Step 5. Find your scissors and grab either a measuring tape or a long enough piece of string, and a sharpie. Tailors chalk won't mark on this stuff so I usually just use a sharpie instead.

Step 6. Measure the shortest length of the blanket. We already know that it says it is 90x90, but that is a lie. It's actually 90x94 or something like that. Anyway. Measure the shortest length to determine the widest you can make your circle. In this case, we're at 45.

Step 7. Use your tape measure or string like a compass, and mark your cloak. You do this by anchoring one end of the tape measure at the corner of the fold, stretching it out, and marking the fabric at the appropriate length every inch or so. This will create the curve of the circle.

Ignore the fact that I marked this twice. My anchor had come loose and so I had accidentally marked it wrong for a little bit. Anyway. Do this from one edge all the way to the other. Will this be a perfect circle? No. Will anyone be able to tell? Also no.

Step 8. Connect the dots, or find your scissors and just start cutting.

Step 9. Congratulations you have a circle. Now you need a place for your head to go. You do this by measuring two inches from the corner fold, and marking it the same way you did for the body of the cloak. Yes, two inches. Don't worry - your neck WILL fit. This fabric has a lot of stretch to it, and since all of the weight will be pulling from this point it will expand to fit you comfortably. Find your scissors and cut along the dots.

Step 10. Now you have a circle with a hole in the middle of it. Well done. Find your scissors and cut it open, by following the fold from the cut in the neck to the edge of the cloak. This will give you a straight(ish) opening. Try it on and see that I was right about the neck, and you are now cozy and warm.

Step 11. Wait for your housemate to come home so that they can hand-stitch the frog (clasp) closure onto it for you, because you hate hand sewing and she does embroidery as a hobby. Congrats, you have a circle cloak.

PART 2: BUT I WANT A HOOD!

Step 1. Grab that piece you cut off when you made the circle on your blanket. We're gonna turn that into a hood. You only need two matching pieces, but the good news is that you have four. So if you mess up, you still have material to work with.

Step 2. Mark a straight line of 8 inches. This will be the bottom of the hood to connect to the neck of the cloak. Find your scissors and cut it.

Step 3. Find your scissors and cut off the other tail end, making it as deep as you would like your hood to be. Or leave the tail and have a liripipe hood, you do you.

Step 4. Sew up the back and top of the hood. Leave the bottom and face open.

Step 5. Try it on to see if you need to use your back up pieces to make a new hood or not.

That'll do, pig.

Step 6. Pin your hood to the neck of the cloak, and discover that I was right when I said that 2 inches was enough for your neckline.

Step 7. Attach them together. You can do a straight stitch, but I prefer to do a zig-zig, only because there IS a lot of pull on that particular area of the cloak and I like the idea of reinforcement.

Step 8. Try it on. Be warm. Enjoy.

PART 3: GETTING BOUGIE WITH IT

Step 1. Realize that you have made four cloaks out of the same colored blankets because Walmart didn't have any other colors available, and while this isn't necessarily a problem, all four cloaks will be in the same camp and you don't want them to get mixed up or confused for each other.

Step 2. Go find some trim that you have had for years and haven't used up because there's so much of it, or run to the thrift store and see what you can find for cheap. Attach it to the front edge of the cloaks and stitch it down.

Note: you will want to attach trim BEFORE you put your frog on.

Step 3. Silently curse yourself for using wide trim that means you will have to stitch down both sides of it, rather than narrow trim that would only require a zig-zag stitch once down the center.

Step 4. Enjoy.

[jawabear]

If you write for ghost nsfw can I request a ghost x femreader? Maybe we're reader gets overwhelmed and has to say the safe word?

Here and Now

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

A/N: this is short and kind of bad? not sure how i feel about it. I think i went in a darker direction. but i hope you like it anyway

Genre: angst

Warnings: AFAB!reader, choking, hints of panic attacks, i think i made it seem like Ghost has a personality disorder..., comfort, safe word use, hints of PTSD

Summary: Ghost struggles to separate himself from his work, and you get the wrong end of the stick.

It had been a rough day. This always happened when he was on leave. He was bored, unoccupied, alone. There were no distractions. Nothing to keep him out of his own head. And with that came the flooding of his job. The things he’d seen. The things he’d done. It wound him up. Cut him down. Made him loose control of himself and forget where he was. Who he was with.

And he was with you.

Simon was usually quite good at keeping Simon and Ghost separate around you. But now, he was something different altogether. He was a dangerous, scared man.

His hand was tight around your neck as he fucked himself into you. So tight that it made your lungs burn. And not in a good way. No. This was too much. You tried to speak but you had no air to formulate your words. This wasn’t fun. This was scary. Simon was lost. You could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t there. Whatever it was that was possessing him had locked your Simon somewhere deep inside the body.

You used your strength to try and kick him away. But it was a tap if nothing else. So you clawed at his arm, scratched and pulled at his skin, he didn’t need to stop from that, just loosen his grip so you could talk.

Eventually, he did loosen his grip. He blinked a few times. Simon was coming back.

“Red!” You gasped as loudly as you could.

Everything stopped then. Simon was back. He nearly fell off the bed at the speed and velocity he used to pull himself away from you. His face nothing short of horrified at the way you coughed and struggled to catch your breath. Your hand holding your throat where his hand was moments ago.

He said nothing as he scrambled off the bed and pulled in his pyjama bottoms. Simon then began pacing. Back and forth. His hands tangling and tugging at his hair. His breath heaving in his chest.

“Simon” you said. Your voice a little croaky. He jumped and looked at you, his eyes watering. You grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over your head. You shakily moved towards him only for him to take a step away.

“No” he shook his head. “Stay there. I don’t want to hurt you again”

“You won’t” you assured him “you could never hurt me”

“Well I just fuckin’ did, didn’t I?” He snapped.

You serged forwards and wrapped yourself around him. “I love you Simon” you said. It was a random comment but one you knew he needed to hear. His body was still tense. You began to kiss over his chest, paying more attention to the numerous scars littered across his skin. “You could never hurt me, Simon”

He knew what you meant. His body went slack against you. If you weren’t already holding him, you were sure he would fall over. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in your neck.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry love. I don’t know what happened. I’ve just been…my fucking head. It’s full of shit and I…”

“It’s alright, Simon. You don’t need to explain yourself to me” you shushed him. You fingers finding their way to his hair to run through the soft strands. “I’m okay Simon. You’re okay.”

“I promise” he began, his voice a little strained “I promise I’ll look after you. I won’t let anything hurt you. Not even me”

“I know” you smiled and pressed a kiss to his head “I know you will Simon. And I will look after you. I won’t let anything hurt you. Especially not yourself”

29/1/23

[em-prentiss]

amaranthine

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(adj.) undying, immortal; eternally beautiful (like his love for her)

Emily takes one of the bags from him and opens it, finding a grocery store’s worth of chocolates, hot chocolate mixes, and packets of mint tea. She feels tears well in her eyes when she spots multiple packets of Maltesers, her favorite chocolate that she always hoarded from Reid and Morgan.

“Aaron..” She hates that her voice is choked up with tears, because why the fuck is she crying anyways? Emily clears her throat and swallows tightly. “You didn’t have to.”

Or, Aaron takes care of Emily while she’s on her period.

-----

Emily wakes up with a throbbing low in her abdomen, her thighs on fire and her head pounding. She groans and wraps her arms tightly around herself, dreading the thought of getting out of bed.

At least Penelope hadn’t called with a case, she tells herself, but the thought brings her little comfort. She feels the bed dip as Sergio’s slight weight climbs on it, his tail in the air as he approaches.

“Hi Serg,” Emily mumbles, scratching behind his ears when he comes up to rub his face against hers, his purrs vibrating through her skin. “Did you come to cuddle with me, buddy?” She asks as he throws himself on her chest, his head tucked into her neck. Emily laughs lightly when she feels his whiskers tickle her skin. 

“Yeah, I need that today.” She whispers, closing her eyes and tucking her knees into her chest in an attempt to stifle the pain. 

The alarm rings minutes later. Emily winces and shuts it off. She strokes Sergio’s smooth fur, feeling his purrs in her chest, and curls on her side, squishing him between her and the pillow. He meows in protest and Emily huffs out a laugh.

“I really don’t wanna go to work today,” she tells the cat, the cramps in her stomach making her groan. “Screw all the serial killers,” she grumbles and hugs his warm body to hers, feeling his paws press into her arm. 

The alarm rings again and she slams the snooze button. “Besides, I went on a date with the boss. I think he can cut me some slack, don’t you?” She kisses Sergio’s furry forehead. Her eyes drift closed, the bright light of her room intensifying her headache. 

She’s breathing evenly into Sergio’s fur when the alarm blares again. Emily sighs and drags herself up, forcing herself to ignore the pain in her body. She looks down at her bed and groans.

“It’s gonna be a long fucking day.” She mutters as she shoos Sergio off the bed and strips off her bloodied sheets.

****

She hurries into the bullpen, desperate to sit down and ease the ache in her lower body. Morgan looks up at her when she dumps her things on her desk and sits down with a sigh. 

“Twenty minutes late, princess,” he grins at her. “Late night?”

“Not today, Derek.” Emily stuffs her head in her hands, the pounding in her head intensifying. Morgan frowns in concern, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Fine,” Emily mumbles, her voice muffled. She lifts her head and gives him a weary smile. “Just tired from last night’s case.”

He nods and leaves her alone as she turns on her computer and sighs at the stack of paperwork ahead of her. Emily looks up out of habit and smiles slightly at the sight of Aaron in his office, his head bent as he works on something. 

They’d had their first date just before this previous case. He got her flowers, specifically ones that wouldn’t hurt Sergio, and when he told her that with a flustered smile Emily felt herself fall impossibly deeper. She had kissed him to stop his rambling, linked their fingers together as he walked her to his car and opened the door for her. He got her ice cream after dinner, intimately aware of her sweet tooth, and Emily was left wondering if it was too soon for her to think about marriage.

She’d wanted so badly to push him into her apartment, have him take off her dress and press his lips to her skin. But she forced herself to say goodbye at the door, his chaste kiss sweet against her lips. She wanted to take it slow, to do it right. He wasn’t going to be a quick fuck for her and she wanted him to know that. 

Because she’s in love with him, has been for years. She’s pretty sure he’s in love with her too.

Emily is broken from her reverie when she hears JJ approaching, a steaming mug in her hands. Emily gives her friend a questioning look when she sets down the mug on her desk, the light color of the liquid telling her it’s some kind of herbal tea instead of coffee.

“You’ve got that first day period look about you,” JJ whispers. Emily smiles and picks up the tea, taking a sip and feeling the scalding liquid burn all the way down.

“That bad, huh?” She closes her eyes when JJ brushes her hair away from her forehead, her nails scratching lightly against Emily’s scalp. 

“You’re a little pale,” she murmurs. “Did you eat?”

Emily says nothing and picks up the tea again, avoiding her friend’s gaze. “Emily,” JJ sighs.

“I’ll eat in a bit,” she says, “the pain really blocks my appetite.” She scrunches her nose. 

JJ hums, all too familiar with the feeling. “I’d tell you to take some meds, but you need to eat for that.” She strokes her hair soothingly, making Emily lean into her touch.

“I will,” Emily smiles up at her. “When my stomach settles. This is helping by the way, thanks.” She tilts her head to the mug she’s now holding against her stomach, the heat of it seeping through her shirt.

“You’re welcome,” JJ squeezes her shoulder and heads to her own desk. 

Emily tips her head back and adjusts her grip on the mug in her hands, wishing she had something for her thighs too. And her head. And her sore breasts. 

She rubs her eyes and tries to start on her report. The words blur on the page in front of her and she blinks, trying to bring them back into focus. She sips her tea, hoping it’ll kick start her brain into writing something, but her head pounds incessantly, jumbling up the words in her head.

Her next sip of the tea brings a sudden nausea with it, the liquid sloshing around in her empty stomach with nothing else. Emily sets it down with a grimace. Fucking great.

She hears Morgan and Reid bickering behind her, hears JJ clacking away at her computer and Anderson talking louder than usual, his voice piercing her head. Emily blows out a breath and grabs her pen, forcing herself to look at her paperwork. She squints at the paper, the bright fluorescent lights of the bullpen like needles in her eyes.

Emily gives up and slumps on her desk with a groan, welcoming the darkness and the cool wood against her forehead. She crosses her arms tightly over her aching stomach, feeling the frustrating press of tears against her closed eyelids.

Aaron leaves his office in search of coffee and catches sight of Emily with her head on her desk, her hair shielding her face. He hurries down to her. “Emily?” He gently touches her shoulder.

Emily tilts her head up to look at him, too tired to lift it from the desk. “Aaron, hey.” She gives him a worn out smile. 

Her hair falls into her face and he tucks it behind her ear to see her properly. Aaron notes her crossed arms held tightly against her stomach, her nails digging into her biceps.

“Are you okay?” He asks worriedly, eyeing her pale skin and the bags under her eyes. “You look pale. Are you sick?” He presses the back of his hand against her forehead, but her skin is cool.

“I’m not,” she licks her lips. “I’ll be fine, my head just hurts a bit.”

‘A bit’ is a gross oversimplification, and from the look on his face, he knows it too. “Just your head?” He raises his brows, his eyes pointedly drifting down to her stomach.

“I’ll be fine, Aaron.” She lifts herself up against the chair. The light shines directly into her eyes and she winces, pressing her palm against her lids.

“Clearly,” he mutters, looking at her desk and the still empty paperwork and reports she has yet to fill out. “Go home, Emily. You can finish this tomorrow.”

“No,” she shakes her head adamantly despite the roiling in her stomach. “I’m fine, I just-” she shuts her eyes and blows out a shaky breath when she feels a sudden cramp in her abdomen, “I just need a minute.”

Aaron eyes her pale skin and the way she tightly grips her seat, her knuckles white. “Emily,” he crouches in front of her and waits until she opens her eyes. “Please. Go home or I’ll drive you myself.”

The sharp pain in her stomach almost makes her gasp. Emily bites her lip and looks down at her watch. “It’s only 11.” She protests weakly. Aaron shakes his head at her stubbornness, her pain clear in the way her face twists.

“You’re in pain, sweetheart,” he whispers, unable to stop himself from saying it. Her eyes widen slightly at the nickname.

“Please. Go home, take care of yourself. You can be here first thing tomorrow, I promise, but you’re not well now.” He’s using the same soft, soothing tone he uses whenever Jack is sick and refusing his medication, and it seems to have the same effect on Emily.

She wilts against the seat and nods. “Okay,” she relents, the relief obvious in her voice. 

Aaron smiles slightly and stands up. She doesn’t even have to pack anything, her purse still closed on her desk. Emily pockets her phone and stands, her hand reaching for Aaron’s elbow when she stumbles slightly. “Sorry,” she mumbles. 

“Shh, you’re okay,” he steadies her with a hand on her back. “Come on, I’ll walk with you.”

Emily doesn’t protest and allows him to walk her to the elevator. A part of her is surprised that he’s showing this side of him at work, uncaring of the team’s piercing gazes that she can feel following them all the way out of the bullpen.

The elevator door opens and she walks in. Aaron walks in with her too, ignoring her surprised look. “Are you sure you’ll be okay driving? I can take you,” he offers.

Emily smiles. She shakes her head, despite her aching body and the long drive ahead of her. “I’ll be fine. Thank you though.”

Aaron nods. “Drive safe.” He smiles at her gently. “Text me when you get home.”

“I will,” she lightly runs her fingers through his hair and pushes it away from his forehead. He involuntarily leans into her touch and Emily bites back a smile.

“Maybe I can come by later?” He whispers. Emily feels her body grow warm, a comforting glow that he always brings out in her. She smiles, momentarily distracted from the pain in her body.

“I won’t be much fun,” she gestures to herself with a shrug. The elevator stops and the doors slide open into the parking lot. 

“That’s just nonsense,” Aaron tilts her face down to kiss her forehead, his palms warm on her cheeks. “Be careful, Emily.”

“I will.” She stamps a quick kiss on his lips, her cheeks warm, and heads to her car. Aaron waits until she gets in before heading again to the sixth floor.

He walks back into the bullpen, past his team gathered at Reid’s desk, including Garcia. They smirk at him and he glares back.

“Not a word.” 

****

It’s late when she wakes up, the setting sun painting her apartment warm golden hues. She lays down on the couch, feeling the beginnings of a headache creep back into her head, and turns on the TV. Sergio meows for her and jumps up on her lap to curl on her stomach.

“Another nap?” Emily smiles as he blinks sleepily at her. “The one we just had wasn’t long enough?” She sinks her fingers into his fur and melts into the couch, spreading her body and sighing as she feels the faint throb in her stomach grow stronger.

Her phone rings. Emily picks it up and smiles at the caller ID. “Hi Aaron.”

“Hey, Em.” She hears the slam of the door as he gets into his car. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” she strokes Sergio’s soft nose, ignoring the pain slowly building up in her body. “Me and Serg had a long nap,” she tells him. Aaron smiles at that. 

“Are you coming over?” She asks.

“If you want me to.”

Emily bites her lip. Ridiculous as it is, she missed him since their date. The case was long and tiring and she barely got to see him, both of them too focused on solving it and getting home. “I want you to,” she whispers.

He smiles into the phone, warmth spreading through his body at her soft admission. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He murmurs. “I’ll be over in an hour.”

Emily doesn’t know how long it takes for him to arrive, but it feels like forever, time dragging by slowly as the pain builds up in her body again. She curls into herself, wishing she’d had the forethought of grabbing her heating pad before she sat down. Sergio cuddles into her chest, his purrs reverberating through her body, and Emily smiles.

“You’re the best, buddy,” she mumbles. She mindlessly watches TV, waiting for Aaron to arrive but also lamenting the fact that he’ll see her like this, weak and in pain. She almost regrets calling him over. Almost. 

The doorbell rings, making Sergio scramble upright and run to her room in hiding. Emily forces herself up, ignoring the pain in her body as she walks to the door. She opens it and smiles when she sees him, still dressed in his suit from work. “Hi.”

He smiles at her, a soft thing that makes her knees weak. “Hi, Em.”

“What’s all this?” She asks as she opens the door to let him in, her eyes on the bags in his hands. “Dinner,” he says. “And I stopped by the store.” 

Emily takes one of the bags from him and opens it, finding a grocery store’s worth of chocolates, hot chocolate mixes, and packets of mint tea. She feels tears well in her eyes when she spots multiple packets of Maltesers, her favorite chocolate that she always hoarded from Reid and Morgan.

“Aaron..” She hates that her voice is choked up with tears, because why the fuck is she crying anyways? Emily clears her throat and swallows tightly. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he assures, taking the bag from her and setting it down on the coffee table. He smiles gently at her and she turns away, embarrassment flooding her at the thought of him knowing she’s on her period.

“How did you know?” She asks quietly, her cheeks aflame. Was she that obvious? Emily crosses her arms over her chest, chewing on her lip.

Aaron shrugs. “You had a mug of tea instead of coffee this morning. You said your head hurt, and your eyes were sensitive to light.” He points to her crossed arms, “Your arms were held tightly against your stomach.”

Emily rolls her eyes, but her body heats at the thought of him paying so much attention to her. “I hate being profiled.” She grumbles.

He laughs lightly. “I wouldn’t call it profiling. I just recognized the signs,” Aaron muses. “I used to be married, you know,” he murmurs and tucks her hair behind her ear before he can stop himself.

She doesn’t know what makes her say it. Maybe it’s the soft look on his face, or the ache in her body desperately needing to be eased. Maybe it’s because she can finally let her guard down with him, because they’re actually allowed to do this now. “Can I have a hug?” She whispers.

Aaron smiles widely. “Of course,” he nods, and she immediately falls into him. His strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her close. Emily almost sighs at the warmth of his body against hers, the comforting scent of his cologne engulfing her.

“Thank you,” she says. She feels him press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Emily flushes again, “Sweetheart, huh?” She murmurs. “I like the s-”

She cuts off suddenly and tenses against him as a cramp rolls through her body, the pain making her clutch his shirt and bite her lips. Emily stuffs her face in his neck and breathes out shakily, “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong, Em?” Aaron rubs her back soothingly, the warmth of his palm seeping into her skin. She trembles in his arms and he frowns.

“Nothing,” Emily grunts. She feels her eyes grow watery at the stabbing pain in her abdomen. Emily curses under her breath and swallows tightly, shoving down a sob.

Aaron pulls back and cups her cheeks, gently forcing her to look at him. Her face is scrunched up in pain, her eyes shiny with tears she won’t let herself shed. His stomach twists unpleasantly. “Tell me, honey. Let me take care of you.”

He waits her out as she takes a deep breath and forces the tears down. “My stomach,” she says, her voice trembling, “and my head. And my whole body.” She laughs shakily, shaking her head at herself.

“Okay,” he nods, “let’s sit down,” he says when he notices her leaning her weight against him. Aaron helps her onto the couch and she sits down gratefully, her hands still holding on to his jacket. 

“Did you eat?” His gentle fingers tuck her hair behind her ear and linger on her jaw. Emily leans into it, chasing the unfamiliar feeling.

“When I came back,” she mumbles.

Aaron hums. “That was a long time ago. How about we eat now and you can take some painkillers after?” He suggests, his thumbs gently wandering over her skin. “Do you have any pills you can take?”

Emily nods. “Okay,” Aaron says. “Stay here, I’ll get the plates.”

She lets go of him reluctantly, immediately regretting it when cold air replaces the warmth of his body. Emily wraps her arms around herself as he moves to the kitchen. She feels herself relax at the sound of his footsteps, the closing and opening of the kitchen drawers as he searches for plates strangely soothing. 

He comes back into the living room with several bottles of water cradled in his arms. Emily raises her brows when he drops them next to her on the couch. 

“I’m 90% sure you haven’t drunk anything other than that tea this morning,” he says and she rolls her eyes, because he’s right. She’d always depended on coffee for her hydration, something that annoyed him endlessly, making him always send bottles of water her way. He presses one into her hands. “Drink up.”

“Yes, doc,” she mumbles and uncaps the water, gulping it down while he takes out the takeout boxes and plates their food. Emily’s stomach rumbles at the smell of Italian, and she eagerly accepts the plate he hands her.

“Thank you,” she says before she shovels pasta into her mouth, the heat of the food as it goes down a welcome change from the heat of the pain in her body.

“You’re welcome.” Aaron removes his tie and jacket, neatly folding them over the couch before sitting down next to her. Emily leans into his side and they aimlessly watch TV as they eat, talking softly and catching up before Emily tenses against him again, another cramp making her breathless.

Aaron takes the plate from her hands and sets it on the coffee table. “You ate enough to take the meds now,” he murmurs. Emily grits her teeth and nods, moving off the couch to go get them. He gently pushes her back against the cushions. “Stay, I’ll get them. Where are they?”

She can’t deny the relief she feels. “Medicine cabinet in the bathroom,” she smiles weakly at him. “It’s a pink box.” 

Aaron nods and goes into her ensuite bathroom to grab it. On the way out of it he sees a heating pad on her bed and tucks it under his arm before he can think too much about it.

Emily perks up when she sees the heating pad. “You read my mind,” she smiles, extending her hand for it. Aaron smiles too. He gives it to her and sits down next to her again, handing her the pills after she settles it across her thighs.

“That’s much better,” she sighs after she takes the medicine, the warmth of the heating pad seeping through her body. She turns to him. “Thank you, Aaron,” she smiles at him, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

Aaron’s heart flutters in his chest, her light touches setting him on fire. He pulls back and kisses her forehead, the affection as easy as breathing. “You’re welcome, Emily. Is there anything else you need?” He asks. “What usually makes you feel better?”

She smiles at the simple question, something about it making her stomach flip. He’s looking at her so intently, focused on her every need, eyes honey-like and soft, and she has to bite her lip to physically stop herself from professing her love for him.

“Tea is good,” she says softly. “Usually I’m fine after I take the pills. This heating pad helps too,” she tells him, and he nods.

“Do you want some? Tea, hot chocolate? I got you a pack of each.”

Emily can’t stop herself this time. She throws her arms around his neck and presses her body into his until she’s halfway on his lap. “I know,” she whispers into his neck. “Thank you, baby.”

It slips out without her permission. Emily tenses against him suddenly, glad she’s faced away from him. She cringes as he stills for a moment, but then he moves again.

Aaron’s cheeks heat. She said it so softly, so gently, the term of endearment falling from her lips like the sweetest candy. He smiles gently. Emily stiffens against him and he rubs his hand over her back, his heart fluttering. “You’re welcome, baby.” He holds her tighter and turns to press a kiss against her hair, her face hidden from him.

Emily pulls back to look at him, her cheeks pink. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out,” she nervously plays with the sleeves of her shirt. “If it ma-”

Aaron silences her with a kiss, his hands gentle on her cheeks. “I don’t mind, Emily,” he murmurs when he pulls back, his eyes locking on her dark ones. “I like it.” He smiles, his dimples showing. She presses her thumbs into them.

“You do?” She asks uncertainly as she traces the divots beneath her fingers. 

“I do, sweetheart,” he stamps another kiss against her lips. “Now, tea or hot chocolate?” He smiles at her. Emily smiles back, her hesitation fading. “Hot chocolate.”

“Okay.” He gently removes her from his lap, his hands strong on her waist. “I’ll be right back.” He sets her back against the couch and hands her another bottle of water as he stands. “Drink this, please.”

Emily rolls her eyes but she obliges. She stifles the urge to follow him into the kitchen and stretches her tired body instead, bringing the heating pad up to her stomach. Her throbbing head has eased some, but the dull ache is still there, low in her abdomen. Emily closes her eyes and groans in discomfort when she feels a sharp stab in her back.

“What?” Aaron asks as he sets her mug down on the table. Emily opens her eyes and huffs, “My back is acting up,” she grumbles. “And my stomach. I’ve only got one damn heating pad.”

Aaron smiles, even though he knows he shouldn’t. “What?” Emily narrows her eyes at him.

He laughs. “I think I can help you with that.” He holds out his hands for her. Emily looks at him curiously and accepts them, letting him pull her up. She raises her brows in bewilderment when he sits down on the couch, legs spread out in front of him, his back against the armrest.

“You made me get up just so you could sit down?”

He rolls his eyes and grabs her hand, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch. “Sit,” he pats his lap. 

Emily flushes. Aaron Hotchner, her boss, the man she’s practically in love with, is inviting her to sit on his lap. She’s not shy about affection, she never has been, but something about him makes her stammer.

“Um,” she hesitates, her widened eyes meeting his. Aaron laughs and squeezes her hand. “Sit, Emily. I won’t bite.”

She sits gingerly. Aaron places his hands on her waist, adjusting her properly so that her back is firm against his chest. “This is definitely a third date activity,” he hears her mumble.

She hears him laugh, right against her ear, the sound warm and soothing. It makes her smile, lean back further against his chest and relax. “You’re acting like we didn’t make out in my car,” he teases.

“That’s different,” she says, but she doesn’t elaborate. Aaron hums. “If you say so. Are you comfortable?”

Comfortable is an understatement. His warmth engulfs her completely, from her shoulders to her toes. His arms are gentle around her waist, and she feels the rise and fall of his chest with each exhale.

“Yeah.” Emily says.

“Good,” he kisses her temple. He grabs the heating pad and gently eases her forward to slip it between their bodies. Emily sighs immediately, the warmth sinking into her bones and soothing her muscles. 

“That’s perfect,” she mumbles, then winces as a cramp hits her. “Just my stomach now,” she tells him. A part of her is surprised at how easily she’s admitting it to him. She’s never liked showing weakness, never liked letting people dote over her. But from him, she craves it.

Aaron’s palms rest lightly on her stomach. “Is it okay if I put my hands under your shirt?” He asks.

Emily laughs, partly in shock. “Wow, feeling me up already? That’s definitely a fourth date activity,” she teases. “You’re certainly more forward than I’d expected, Agent Hotchner.”

“Not like that,” he chides gently. “On your stomach, I mean. I’ve been told I’m the equivalent of a human furnace.” He smiles fondly at the memory of Haley saying that to him as she snuggled into him to ward off the cold. Aaron swallows, expecting to find the familiar lump in the back of his throat at the thought of her, but it’s not there.

“Only if you want me to, Emily.” He assures when she stays silent, contemplating. “I won’t do it if it makes you uncomfortable, I just want to help you feel better.”

They’d touched before, roaming hands wandering over each other’s bodies, desperate and learning as they kissed. But always over clothes; her fingers desperately fisting his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin even through the fabric, his palms searching over the thick material of her jackets. Emily can’t deny wanting to feel his skin against hers.

“Okay,” she says, her voice hushed and soft but sure. Aaron nods and slides his hands under the hem of her shirt, lightly cupping her stomach.

“Oh my god.” Emily holds back a gasp. His palms are huge, radiating warmth as if he’d just stuck them in front of a fire. She slumps against his chest, feeling the pain in her abdomen already beginning to fade at the heat from his hands. “Jesus,” she breathes, surrounded by warmth, the tension leaking from her shoulders. “Human furnace is right.”

Aaron smiles against her neck. “Haley always said this helped.”

“She was onto something,” Emily sighs and lets her head fall back against his shoulder. Aaron kisses her forehead, “Better?”

“So much better,” she hums. She leans forward to grab the remote from the couch, channel surfing until she finds a random movie that they keep as background noise as they talk, continuing conversations that were cut short in their date. They don’t know how much time passes by as they sit and chat, just enjoying each other’s company.

Aaron suddenly remembers her hot chocolate. “Your hot chocolate’s probably cold by now,” he laughs lightly.

Emily smiles up at him. “That’s okay. I’m warm enough,” she presses a kiss to his jaw, a silent thanks for his hands still on her body. 

He’s telling her about Jack and his new obsession with dinosaurs, the way his son forces him to watch Jurassic Park nearly every weekend. Emily smiles at the way his eyes light up as he smiles, his dimples deep in his cheeks. She suddenly realizes he’s wasting precious time with his son just to be with her.

“Thank you, Aaron,” Emily says abruptly, cutting him off. “For what, sweetheart?” He smiles at her, gently tucking her dark hair behind her ear.

Emily shrugs. “For being here with me.” She hasn’t said it yet, and neither has he, but tonight he made her feel nothing but loved. It sinks into her bones, just as tangibly as the heat flowing from his body and into hers. “For taking care of me,” she whispers, afraid if she’ll raise her voice any higher it’ll crack. No one’s ever done it before.

She’s always been alone. Always depended on herself and no one else, picking herself up from the ground and looking after herself, her body. Having someone else do it for a change should feel strange, but it doesn’t, because it’s him. Even before he’d always take care of her; subtly, wordlessly. Placing a bottle of water next to her elbow, switching her coffee for decaf when she’s too restless.

Her eyes are misty and she tries to blink away the tears, force them down before he sees them. Aaron gently cups her face. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Emily,” he says quietly. “I’ll always take care of you,” he wipes away a tear that escapes from the corner of her eye. He kisses her forehead, swallows down the three little words he so desperately wants to say. “Thank you for letting me.”

How very Aaron Hotchner of him; to thank her when he’s the one that should be thanked. Emily smiles and kisses him gently, letting him hug her to his chest. Her eyes are still glassy when he pulls back. Aaron doesn’t like that, so he tells her more stories of Jack to make her laugh, and he smiles when she does, her body jostling his.

She tries to stay awake after that, but she’s so warm and comfortable, the pain finally leaving her body, Aaron’s hands and the medicine finally kicking in. Emily tries to listen to him as he talks, she really does, but his rich, soothing voice only lulls her further into sleep. 

“Em?” Aaron whispers, his question going unanswered twice. He shifts to look down at her, smiling when he finds her asleep. “Emily,” he gently rubs her arm, waking her up.

“Hm?” She mumbles drowsily, shifting to curl sideways on his lap, her ear pressed against his chest. “You should sleep in your bed, sweetheart,” he murmurs, easing the heating pad from under her body and throwing it over the couch.

“In a minute.” She slurs. Aaron wraps an arm tight around her shoulders, another one slotted under her knees, and carefully stands up, carrying her in his arms. She doesn’t stir as he takes her to her room and sets her down on her bed, tucking the blanket around her. A streaky black ball jumps on the bed and curls next to her on top of the covers.

Aaron smiles. “Hi Serg.” He lightly pets him before going back to the living room, clearing away the dishes and tidying up the small mess they made. He turns off the TV and grabs a bottle of water that he sets on Emily’s nightstand.

“Aaron?” She mumbles, her eyes opening just enough for her to see his blurry silhouette. 

“Shh, Em, go back to sleep.” He kisses her forehead. “I’m going home now but I’ll see you tomorrow if you’re feeling better, okay?”

“Kay,” she yawns and adjusts the blanket over her ear. “Love you,” she whispers, so low he almost doesn’t hear it. But he does.

Aaron holds his breath, his heart racing. She stills, already asleep, the sound of her even breaths filling the quiet room. Aaron smiles, so wide his cheeks ache. He gently kisses her temple, careful not to disturb her. “I love you too.” He murmurs into her hair.

He thinks about it on the way home, as he’s getting ready for bed, while he’s taking out his suit for the next morning. It’s on the tip of his tongue when she walks in a few minutes late the next day with a sheepish smile on her lips. He wants so badly to say it again, but he waits for her. 

He almost begins to lose hope, almost says it first himself when she admits it, chewing nervously on her lips as if she expects him not to say it back.

She’s dead wrong, and he proves it to her.

[subzeroparade]

What's a ballet with real snazzy costume work, in your humble and/or professional opinion? c:

Oh, you’ve activated my trap card - asking about costume design and ballet and not expecting me to barf up the entirety of my PhD. I’ve also done work on the ballet blancs costumes (Giselle and La Sylphide specifically) but they are interesting on a theoretical level and not so much visually, so I’ll skip that.

So here are some personal favs of mine - the highlights, if you will. Caveat: long post, and mostly limited to the work of the Ballets Russes, because they are my longtime obsession and I think (and have argued) for their role in fundamentally changing stage and costume design (to say nothing of dance, and George Balanchine can sit the fuck down). I didn’t put that in my thesis but I wanted to.

Anyway tldr in the first decade of the 20th century a troupe of dancers from the Russian Imperial Ballet (later the Mariinsky) travelled through Europe under impresario Serge Diaghilev, for what became known as the Saisons Russes, or Russian Seasons. They performed both opera and ballet, and are probably best remembered today (if at all) as the troupe that danced the premier of Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring and caused a riot at the Theatre des Champs Elysées. The eminent artists that worked with them include Debussy, Cocteau, Picasso, Chanel - and these are only a few recognisable names. But my focus was primarily on the Russian roots of the ballet, in their visual language and presentation of gender and nationality, more precisely around the work of artist Leon Bakst and dancer Vaslav Nijinsky. 

Second image of Nijinsky from Le Dieu Bleu, and Bakst’s set design from Scheherazade (1911). These are mainly photos and scans I have from the year I spent in the archives of the Palais Garnier (the Paris Opera) where all the good stuff is.

The crux of why these costumes are insanely interesting to me is because they are very specific to their time - they are a product of a resurgence in nationalist interests in Russian art (Diaghilev ran Mir Isskustva and worked with Savva Mamontov before he organised the BR) as well as a carefully crafted, highly artificial presentation of Otherness, expressly destined for export to the west. French audiences in the first decade of the 20th century (because there is a stark cut-off at the beginning of WW1) still had an appetite for Orientalism, despite their flagging colonial power. What the Russians brought them was compelling mix of performative Orientalism just vague enough to be appealing and fantastical, visually intriguing, and refreshing to a society that had otherwise come to recognise itself as decadent, fallen “victim” to modernity. In the athletic virtuosity of Russian bodies, Bakst’s exotic visual language and the soaring music of Rimsky-Korsakov and Stravinsky, the French devoured what they deemed a sort of noble savagery (yes, that kind). Despite the oversaturation of Orientalism in painting throughout the 19th century, the French identified a kind of masculine vigour and freedom in these live performances they found they themselves lacked, and longed for. Primitivism, as demonstrated in myriad ways by the BR, was for them a way to reconnect with a virility that they felt modernity had stolen, or at the very least, weakened. If you think this sounds eerily akin to the discourse around mounting desire for war to “cleanse” or “reset” Europe during that same period, you are right. 

A few of Bakst’s lesser known designs from the archive, for context (including a reprod by Barbier which I don’t have the OG of but is saved in my Bakst folder so please take my word for it). I have a thousand more of these but tumblr has an image limit per post 😤

Tamara Karsavina, who often performed with Nijinsky, and one of my most beloved historical figures. The existence of a strong classical ballet cirruculumin the UK today is in part thanks to her. 

One of her most famous roles, as the Firebird:

Nijinsky is by far the most interesting figure to come out of the BR. He combined virtuosity and strength (that most audiences identified as masculine) with a glittering, joyful, and expressive queerness on stage (and off). Some of his greatest roles are expressly feminine in their costume design: Le Spectre de La Rose, for example.

There’s a colorised version of this out there where you can see every pink rose petal on him.

While others are much more decorative but still markedly Orientalist (or Russian-Orientalist): Le Dieu Bleu, La Peri, Les Orientales, L’Oiseaux de Feu. 

This last image above is not, the last I saw it, in a private collection. It hangs above the vestibule of the Palais Garnier archives (also Napoleon’s private hangout room) where it faces the sort of “diptych” version that features Karsavina, and on occasion I would stand below them and weep quietly).

Either way, there is an argument to be made about Nijinsky’s physicality and, more importantly nationality as a kind of avenue of permission through which the French could admire both his beauty and athleticism and even, to a degree, imagine themselves in his place while still maintaining that safe distance of Otherness.  

But I would argue that his greatest role was the Golden Slave in Scheherazade, a wild, erotic orientalist fantasy that has little to nothing to do with the actual tale of Scheherazade. In it, Nijinsky - bejewelled, wild, ecstatic, (and yeah often in blackface) - cavorts with Zobeide, the Sultan’s favourite, in a very sexually explicit storyline. Both characters are equally decorative in their costumes, and both, in real life, were recognisably queer(ed) figures. It’s Scheherazade in particular that helped accelerate an obsessive trend in fashion (Paul Poiret was at the centre) for Orientalist design. Bakst himself did some silhouettes that are hard to distinguish from his costume design, and through the remarkable illustrations by Paul Iribe, Georges Lepape and Georges Barbier, we can see some of the blatant repetition of motif and silhouette in these ensembles that are designed, among other things, to be worn to the theatre. 

3rd and 5th are depictions of costumes of the Firebird and Zobeide respectively; the rest are fashion plates. This doesn’t even include the lampshade dress - which I don’t have a handy picture of, but have seen in real life - that is a pretty blatant melange of the Firebird and Zobeide, as designed by Poiret. Below is one of my favourite examples: A woman in a lampshade-style dress, standing against a backdrop not unlike Bakst’s set design above, attended by a archetypal oriental servant wearing Nijinsky’s Golden Slave costume.

These motifs also proliferated in advertisements and in all kinds of other consumer products (perfumes, for example, and decorative objects). Thus, there’s a performative aim in wearing these designs that I read as a sort of pseudo-kinetic empathy (and can funnnily enough probably be compared to cosplay). There is an attempt here to channel what is being presented onstage, to reenact it, to physically embody it, in the way that fashion is, at its core, a tool through which to construct identity. That the French pulled inspiration from an openly queer man leaping across the stage dripping in jewels, and from femme fatal-style odalisques, says a lot about the visual and cultural impact the BR had on the theatre-going public at the time.

You can see in these fan designs by Paquin some pretty obvious references to the BR aesthetic: L’apres-midi d’un faune, Daphnis et Chloe, Scheherazade, even a little Le Pavillon d’Armide in that first one. 

Nijinsky was not the only one to queer the stage: despite not being a dancer trained to the level of the BR troupe, Ida Rubinstein, no doubt purposefully channelling Sarah Bernhardt, was also a beloved stage presence, whether as the sly harem favourite Zobeide or as the strikingly androgynous St Sebastian, gayest of saints. 

This is not to say there haven’t been wonderful and brilliant costume designs since - and quite a few known fashion designers working alongside dance companies, to great success or otherwise. I will, however, shoutout my favourite contemporary work: Akram Khan’s Giselle, which has everything and yet nothing to do with Adolph Adam’s 1842 piece. I don’t even want to post pictures because the costumes of the nobles (the landowners, in this very apocalyptically late-stage capitalist version) are so fucking breathtaking in relation to the overall design, and their entrance itself is probably one of the most spectacular parts of the ballet, that all I can say is just see it. Or buy the dvd. What Khan does gesturally is beyond words, what Vincenzo Lamagna does with Adam’s original score is visceral and haunting and churns my insides. I make a point to see it live at least once a season when it’s touring with the ENB, and I will do so until it leaves the repertory or until I die. It’s my contemporary Scheherazade. It’s a gesamtkunstwerk. 

Tldr Leon Bakst is one of the greatest costume designers of the 19th and 20th century and criminally underrated. 

It’s not ballet, and it’s not the sumptuous costumes from Boris Godunov, but as a bonus here’s my favourite image of opera star Fedor Chaliapine as Ivan the Terrible.

[yanderepuck]

Someone really needs to stop me. I've been writing too much smut.

ANYWAY HERE'S MORE

I promise I'll be writing something different I just really needed to get this idea out of me which is why it is written so poorly

Leonardo curls a finger under the collar you're wearing and pulls you closer to him. He chuckles "I can see why Theo likes this."

Your eyes go wide, not too sure what to do. Theo has been making you wear this collar through the mansion and it couldn't be anymore embarrassing.

'What do you think you're doing with my hondje?" Theo comes over and pulls you away from Leonardo.

"Your cane? Sorry but she's cara mia."

Leonardo grabs your arm and pulls you close to him again. Finally you realize what's going on. You've been flirting and sleeping with both of them, and neither of them know. Now your stuck in the middle of a mess you made because you got a little too horny.

Your face goes red as you're realizing all of this. The guys look down at you and notice how you aren't doing anything.

"Hondje?"

"Cara Mia?"

They speak at the same time.

"I...uh...I have something I need to do," you try walking away but Theo has already slipped his finger under that leather collar of yours.

"I knew I should have kept you on a tight leash."

"Sounds like cara mia got herself into a little mess."

Leonardo suddenly picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking down the hall.

"Leoanrdo!" You yell and try to get down.

"Hey! Where are you taking hondje!"

Leonardo walks right past his room. He walks all the way to Theo's room and stands in front of the door and looks down the hall at Theo.

"Well? Aren't you coming?" Leonardo smirks and goes into Theos room.

There's no way he was taking you into his own room with the mess he has.

Theo finally catches on and hurries down the hall and into his room, closing the door behind him.

Leonardo throws you onto the bed.

"I-I can explain!" You sit up and expect the two guys to be mad, but Leonardo already has his coat on the floor.

"Oh I'd love to hear you explain, hondje," with a smirk he kneels onto the bed and grabs your chin to kiss you.

You let out a low moan into his mouth. His lips work their magic. Kissing you rougher and rougher, enough to make you feel like your lips are being bruised.

Leonardo grabs the collar of Theo's jacket and pulls him away from you. "Let's see which one of us can make you feel better."

He kneels on the bed, only his knee is between your legs, and rather than holding your chin he grabs your hair and pulls your head back to kiss you. You definitely moaned louder this time. His free hand cupped your breast and squeezed.

Theo started to get jealous.

Leonardo lets your hair go and breaks the kiss. "I hear Theo is real mean in bed. I can make you feel real good, cara mia."

Leonardo starts unbuttoning your shirt.

"Don't forget who's room you're in, old man," Theo gets on the bed behind you, his coat and shirt off. "I'll tie you to the bed so all you can do is watch."

Theo's breath is hot on your neck. He brushes your hair all to one side and kisses your skin softly. Once your shirt is unbuttoned he pulls the fabric off your shoulder and drags his fangs across your skin.

He makes sure Leonardo can see his fangs. "You smell so good, hondje. I could just," he looks at Leonardo and sinks his fangs into you.

You moan loudly and feel a rush of heat serge through your body. The weight of your body leans back into Theo.

Now Leonardo is boiling with jealousy. He can't bite you. It's more like a won't, but you aren't sure if you want to be a vampire anyway.

Theo let's out a soft moan when your blood touches his tongue. He licks your wound but then moves away, still letting it bleed for Leonardo.

Leonardo immediately goes in to lick up your blood. He moans louder than he intended but this is the first time he's tasted you.

Theo gets your bra off and cups both your tits in his hand. Peering over your shoulder he tries to look at them and sees that they are covered in marks. He can almost see exactly where the fingers were.

"What the hell?"

You get red again, realizing what he's seeing. Leonardo looks at him with a smirk. He licks your shoulder one last time.

"I guess I had her last."

Since Theo's hands are busy, Leonardo works in getting your skirt and underwear off. Your boobs are still very sensitive, and each movement Theo makes causes you to moan.

Suddenly you gasp and Theo wonders if he hit a sensitive spot but no. Leonardo got between your legs and started eating you out.

He lifts your legs over his shoulders so he can bury his face in you. You start to squirm and try to close your legs but it's no use. Leonardo's hands are gripping your thighs.

Theo let's out a low growl. Your body leans back against Theo, barely able to keep yourself up on your arms.

Theo starts rubbing your nipples between his fingers and you let out a yelp. With your body squirming more you couldn't tell who you were trying to get away from more. Both felt so good.

You could feel your mind going fuzzy. Two sets of hands on you, fondling you. Two mouths pleasing you.

Once Theo catches Leonardo taking his tongue out of you, he pulls you fully into the bed. He flips you into your stomach and then gets his pants off.

"Why don't you show Leonardo how much of a good girl you are?"

Without a second thought you raise your ass in the air. Theo grabs your ass roughly, rubbing your cheeks. "Good girl. I trained you well."

He reaches under you to rub your clit and your legs immediately start to tremble.

Theo looks at Leonardo with a devilish smirk. "Thanks for getting her all prepped for me," he says as he slides his cock right into you.

You bury your face into the mattress, feeling embarrassed that someone else is in the room. Theo doesn't seem to care since he already started thrusting into you.

You let out a little moan each time his cock enters you deeper and deeper.

"I'm not letting you have all the fun with her," Leonardo gets up and grabs your hair to make you look up. His hard cock in your face. His tip pressed against your lips. "She's the one who made the mistake. Don't you think she needs to be punished?"

Leonardo wrapped your hair around his hand while Theo held you by your hips. Theo smirks at Leonardo and thrusts into you harder so that you jerk forward, causing you to take Leonardo into your mouth.

He moans and uses your hair to keep your head close. "Ohh cara mia."

You moan and start sucking his cock. With each thrust you take in more of Leonardo's cock. Theo is basically making you bob your head. But then Leonardo starts to get greedy and begins with small short thrusts into your mouth.

Theo let out a grunt as he thrusts rougher into you. This causes you to deep throat Leonardo, gagging slightly. But then Leonardo holds your head in place and he thrusts rougher, nothing that would hurt, but enough to please him.

You let out a small yell when you needed him to stop, which he did. He took his cock out of your mouth and wiped the drool from the corners of your lips as you tried to catch your breath.

"You're little mouth is taking me so well, cara mia," he puts a finger under your chin to make you look at him. "Though I'd much rather be behind you," he glances at Theo.

He hasn't slowed down at all. "Sorry but she's my pet to breed."

You feel yourself starting to reach your orgasm.

"I'll have to have her for myself later," he makes you start to suck him again.

Luckily sucking him stops you from yelling too loud. Maybe no one else in the mansion will hear this time.

But you're so very wrong. You're still very loud.

You tighten around Theos cock as you cum, which only slicks you up for it to make it easier on him.

"Good girl."

He rubs your ass and spreads your legs a little more to get deeper.

Leonardo gets you to deep throat again and just as you do he cums down your throat.

"Ohh fuck," he carefully thrusted into your mouth to get the whole load out.

With his cock in your mouth, and not being ready, don't if the cum came out of the corners of your mouth, causing a mess.

He pulled out and let you swallow it all, and lick around your lips.

"Lick me clean," he kept his cock in front of your face so you could clean him off.

As you're finishing up Theo finally finishes, pushing deep into you.

You feel your legs tremble as he fills you. All you want is to catch your breath.

Theo pulls out of you and you fall flat into the bed, panting.

Leonardo fixes your hair since he messed it all up.

"You know. She did plan on having sex with both of us," Leonardo looks up at Theo with a smirk.

Theo gives him the same smirk back knowing where he's going with this. "Which means she wouldn't mind going another round."

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[pants-magic-pants]

Well, I wanted to make an effort-filled post about the pleat piece, which is as done as it needs to be (hemming won't be finished until it's part of the garment.) However,

1.) I have no patience for content creation. Once cameras and lighting start giving me trouble, I exhaust myself from all the swearing I do trying to fix them

2.) The final product ought to be a reveal of sorts, so heading down my current path of being a tease seemed better, idk

Technical stuff about the details under cut.

I have a love and respect for the creation of clothes. If I'm making it, I want it to look quality and be functional, so the pleats were a chance to try out mitered corners, blind stitches, and finally, a really basic hem that I thought looked better.

The hem on the lining is just a steamed and hand-pressed fold, sewn over at the very base with a straight stitch. I don't own a serger, so I can't do serging with the original. I like the way the bottom looks -- when you turn up fabric to make a hem on a curve, there is excess width, so my disregarding it and just straight-stitching across gave it some evenly spaced but cute little fluttery puckers, which it seems like the original may have had, too.

Maybe? Possibly?

ANYWAY

The velvet and lining are very close together. Because of some distortions with cutting the stretchy lining fabric (do not recommend stretchy lining fabric), I almost had hemmed something that was too long, but praise the flying spaghetti monster, there is enough velvet to do a 1.5cm hem and call it good.

One may have noticed there are some corners. Yes.

After testing it out a lot, and trying to pleat the tail in the way that it seems to be done in the back, this was what I came up with as creating that shape once it's pleated, with most of the length seeming to protrude like a fishtail from the shorter sides that fall down the thigh.

The end result from the side, with the cascading layers of velvet and lining, look so delightful. ;)

Well, that's it for now. Next is to close some of the main body up, and and try out some techniques to hold down slippery fabric because HOLY HELL lace falls off velvet like a slip-n-slide, and it's why I haven't been able to make the collar. Such small thing... gave me such chaos the other day... oof.... I was so pissed...

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Ch6 [8~14]

are you fucking kidding me I apologize, students sorry……..

oh gosh the possibility of Serge appearing is increasing ah, have Klaus and Serge already met? so he was that distraught? well it's not a bad guess

does Al know Taffy too? it's not easy to not know about that bipedalism plush though by the way, is Al aware of that incident 6 years ago related to Klaus-Randy-Serge one student being petrified is an incident that could have a significant impact anyway…?

Anyway, his soft voice and the sound of his approaching footsteps were painfully loud for Liz in this state.

oh I know this

On that day, mankind received a grim reminder.

But contrary to her fears, he gently scooped her up in his arms, informing her the potion had temporarily turned her into a cat.

I told you, this guy is also kinda weird I recognized his bizarre taste from the time he said that Illusion Station was cool while everyone else said it was gloomy and dismal

So she leaped down from his arms for a big cat adventure. Just because her body became a cat, did her mental age also become a cat?

snap out of it man you wanna eat feedstuff for the rest of your life?

As she was walking through the courtyard…

Klaus and Cae spotted

oh? what's this conversation has there been any progress in the investigation? but why are you guys the only ones who know let me know too

Just then, Cae stopped his departure.

heh… so he also noticed those two nocturnal idiots won't notice nor care at all though

And well she happened to sit on his lap.

maybe this is her chance to hear his inner thoughts this time, she'll be able to eavesdrop without being discovered well it feels like you're digging into the person's inner thoughts without their consent though~…

ahem mah! everyone has their own burden! besides I think he started life in rather easy mode? his family is somewhat high-class, his economic situation is decent, his appearance is good, and his skills are excellent …is he bragging or something

At that time, Al's voice was heard calling Liz's name from afar.

erm well I don't think Al's backstory will be dealt with in any depth right now… they'll just create a temporary unstable atmosphere and then move on as if nothing happened I guess?

Anyway, when Al was trying to pick up her from Klaus…

wellll… has the effect disappeared? but then, was there really a need for an antidote

hehe… thigh… zettai ryouiki… hehe…

by the way, it's the bridal carry pose again just like in Ch3… but now that I think about it, that pose is kinda awkward? now her abdomen is in the upper but if she was sitting on his lap while being a cat, she would've been sitting like Maxwell cat

like this

uh… or not perhaps it would've looked weird if she had turned into a human in that exact posture

okay I got it it looks definitely weird

so there was no need to take an antidote but well she turned back into a human before she could do anything worthy as a cat. it feels kinda deflated~… we couldn't hear his inner thoughts (this might just be because I bought a normal item though), and becoming a cat didn't make much progress in the story or was this chapter created as a rest session for the next chapter

Anyway, when Klaus asked for an explanation of the situation, Liz started explaining why she turned into a cat and why she ended up sitting on his lap.

this is not entirely her fault, this fuss wouldn't have existed if that plush hadn't suddenly popped out the mighty emperor is giving a lecture again

Al… that guy keeps nagging

what what? what's this sudden outburst no way turn on the blinker ;; what are you doing

huh,,,,,,, what's wrong with that guy his apology doesn't sound like an apology at all, there's not a single sincerity in it

Al… you should let it slide you said you've known him for a long time, you already know his personality is quite… one that you don't want to get close to, yeah? you should let it slide…… I'm sorry I can only tell you this, but… there's nothing else I can do

-Ch6 End-

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he's not here ! ! ! this goes against our deal Solmare

nah don't give up yet perhaps in Ch7!

[solarsavoy]

For the fandom ask, Chrono Cross! ^^

I saw this right before I fell asleep and my phone wouldn't let me copy/paste stuff properly, so I'm finally doing it now. 😅 Thank, by the way. Didn't expect one for Chrono Cross, but I'm very happy about it. ^^

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Serge. 🥰 It might be main character syndrome, seeing as he doesn't really have much personality, but in a way, because of that, he reminds me of Deshi. He's the ideal game MC, one that just does what the player wants, but I like to imagine he's just introspective most of the time. In some moments, it's easy to imagine how he feels. Who would want to change their appearance so suddenly like that? (As in not in a preferred way. I'd love to suddenly wake up with Stag's body instead of my own. XD) And he's timid, but he still shows fear by backing up, and it's just so cute. I often wonder if Serge inspired the character that is now Deshi more than I originally intended because of that. I really just want to give him a big hug and just smush his face with my cheek. XD Which is why I almost named him my scrunkly.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Van. He doesn't exactly inspire cuteness aggression, but I do want to adopt him and give him a better life, kind of like what Serge did. And he's so spoiled in the other world.... XD Kind of reminds me of Izzy, who would inspire some cuteness overload. XD Most of these characters are more tragic though instead of cute, so it was hard to pick one. 😅

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Miguel. Yet another tragic story, and one of the hardest battles in the whole game to me. Poor guy. He really got the shit end of the stick, but he's a good friend, and in my opinion, a really good soul. After not going crazy stuck in a place like that, he only went hard on you because he knew the battles after that moment were only going to be harder. And they were.

I'd like to add a second one here, because she's also truly underappreciated. Orlha. She's the only twin mentioned in the game and her backstory is also quite tragic (a theme I'm sensing). She's essentially like Tifa from FFVII, a lady you don't want to mess with, but she eventually gets some catharsis from her sister's death by visiting the other world. She's also one of the few that's closely tied to the very tiny bit of background you get from another character (since there are so many). They really did well with her, but you get her so late in the game compared to most. Anyway, I really like her. And now I'm wondering if there isn't a bit of her in Lannamay. XD Wow, this game subconsciously inspired more for Krystar than I thought.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

I wasn't sure where to put kid, but I do like her. And because her other half probably is underappreciated, I'll put it under the guise of Schala. This is more from Chrono Tigger, but Schala was once a powerful magic user (think Panko strong). For her to be the one that was eternally bound to Lavos for a neverending battle... and to send out Kid just so she could find happiness... only for it to end up tragic because of Lynx.... This poor girl. :/ And I love her for the depth she provides in Kid's character. It's the sole reason she ends up in the credits the way she does. She wants to find the one she loves, but she's living, because that is her purpose now.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Harle. Arguably my favorite character in the whole game. When you really dig down into her story, it's so tragic. The poor girl really never had a chance or choice, but she still flirted and smiled and took everything on with a kind of playful attitude. No wonder. She was expecting what happened to her...

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Pierre. Look, guy's super pathetic, okay? And you can't argue that watching him get teased and tormented would be entertaining. XD Cue Stag chasing him with a sword screaming "I thought we were going to fight!" XD Thanks again for that little ficlet of yours. About time I reread it....

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Lynx. He's pure evil. You might feel bad for him because he was ultimately used just like everyone else, but he was literally made for that and did it gloriously, unlike Harle, and without reserve. He truly did not care, and for that, superhell for you.

Jerk.

Thanks again for requesting Chrono Cross! Again, soooo happy you enjoyed the game. ^^

Ask thing.

[bitter69uk]

“Bardot represented uninhibited sex, the fantasy liberation of desire, a new openness about sexuality and especially a freedom to be casual, barefoot and naked. Her appeal was not just to men – women imitated her everywhere – but she was certainly a male wish fulfilment, an experienced and slightly older Lolita who was cleverly publicized as a “sex kitten.” Criticisms of her acting ability entirely miss the point; Bardot “acted” merely by projecting her naturalness onto the screen, pouting, smiling, walking, dressing and undressing, taking showers and baths, displaying her sleek body and fantastic hair, and almost (if not quite) making love – and thus achieving some of the most exciting and erotic “acting” ever to take place in the cinema.”

/ From The Illustrated Encyclopedia of The World’s Greatest Movie Stars by Ken Wlaschin (1979) /

“I am really a cat transformed into a woman. I purr. I scratch. And sometimes I bite.” Brigitte Bardot

France’s tempestuous Brigitte Bardot (born 28 September 1934) - the ne plus ultra of cinematic sex kittens, described by Jane Fonda as the “female James Dean” - turns 90 today. (Her contemporary Sophia Loren just turned 90 on 20 September). As well as being one of the most beautiful and stylish women of the mid-20th century (nobody wore Breton-striped sweaters or gingham bikinis better), Bardot was a completely natural and underrated actress: I love the animal grace of her performances in Et Dieu crea la femme (1957), La Verite (1960) and Le Mepris (1963). Obviously, present-day Bardot is problematic to say the least. Better to remember her in her sun-kissed, hedonistic youthful prime. Anyway, nice way to commemorate the occasion: check out Bardot’s fun, kitschy 1960s forays into pop music – especially her collaborations with Serge Gainsbourg. Pictured: portrait of Bardot by Ghislain Dussart, 1964.

Ms. Brigitte Bardot.  

[muutosarchive]

there's no hesitation in soap, the way he runs to price. the way, when he knows there are no prying eyes, that he throws his arms around his captains neck and buries his face in his captain's shoulder. it's almost like he'd been gone for long - soap knows price hadn't been, but the longing in his chest drives him anyway. a deep breath in, familiar comforting scent taken in, before the words fall from his lips, desperate in their very nature. "i want ye all ta myself."

it's a particularly late drop off. by the time price arrived back at base, he was out of his tactical headgear and back in the brimmed hat. not to mention having burned through an entire cigar, which he often abandons part way through in favor of more pressing matters. his ass having become quite acquainted with the back of nikolai's chopper. however, his wallet particularly thanks him. less than the stench of tobacco clinging to beard, hair, and gear.

soap, however, is a sight for sore eyes. tired, blearily looking through the shine of the overhead lamps whilst seamlessly hopping from the craft and striding forward towards his sergeant.

the bodily contact of the barrel chested lad surging into his upper half is a welcomed comfort, even if it earns soap a low and audible sigh. one arm wraps around his waist - a natural interaction given almost without thought, before brain catches up with him. wrapping his other arm around what he jokingly refers to internally as his glorified lap dog "evenin', serg . . ."

there's a soft sway of his body from side to side in soap's clinging. his routine sniffing and burrowing taking shape. and while previously all price could conceive to do was have a drink and get in a hot shower, now he expressly wouldn't mind someone joining him for said shower.

his hand lifts, before falling to the back of soap's skull. his fingers gently stroking through the mohawk that resides there. dragging them through the strands before pushing them back down. rinse, and repeat. "well, s'your lucky day then, innit sunshine?" he hums softly in question. clearing his throat while placing a quick peck to the side of his head. "just you an me, now, eh?" eyes travel across the base with no shame whatsoever, with lips pursing. rocking into soap's body softly.

"'ey -- i missed you too. alright?" a lot of questions in the form of affirmations. isn't it, eh, alright. he wants to have soap process everything, and to know he wasn't going anywhere. to have to actively communicate instead of simply following the path of blind acceptance. "now, let's go catch ourselves a bath." his arm loosens a bit, but doesn't pull away entirely. "too tired for much else."

🍒 @designedparadigm 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 ↪ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

[procrastinatorimagines]

Trapped Part 4

Fandom: Chicago PD

Series: Trapped

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Link/prequel to this series and this series respectively

Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warning/s: bomb/explosion

Word Count: 979

Summary: Imagine getting stuck under the rubble with Jay when a bomb goes off at Med, with a second one ready to detonate

Masterlist

You held onto Jay like a life raft. Even after you knew five seconds must have passed, you continued to hold onto him, and he didn't let go either.

You both just clung onto each other for dear life, all the emotion that had been bottled up since the first explosion nearly reaching a tipping point, and you were worried that if you let go of him, you'd let go of all of that too. You stayed like that in silence, both breathing heavily as you tried to calm your pounding hearts.

It took you a second to realise Jay was stroking your hair with the hand that wasn't still clasped to yours, his head buried into your shoulder.

Selfishly, you were glad he'd been just as worried as you were, and that he'd reciprocated your embrace. There was a warmth that came with that, but it was overcome as quickly as it had appeared by the shock of the day.

"Halstead? Y/N?" Voight's voice came through over the radio, making you both jump as you released each other. Physically, anyway, the tightness in your chest that lingered after Jay had let go gave you pause, but you didn't know how to process what that meant.

"You both still there?" Voight asked, no where near as concerned as he had been previously.

"We're here," Jay replied, tension visibly leaving his body as he said: "bomb successfully disarmed."

"Good job Halstead," Voight told him, and you could have sworn your heard a smile in his voice, not that he usually liked to show it.

"Couldn't have done it alone," Jay added, giving you a soft, grateful smile.

"Let's get you both out of there, Squad will be with you shortly, hang tight," Voight said.

"Got nowhere else to be Serge," Jay put the radio down, all that was left to do now was wait; soon, this nightmare would be over. Severide and the rest of Squad 3 would be moving in now, as well as paramedics and a few dozen other trucks and ambos.

You didn't want to think about how many people had lain injured on the floors above you while you'd disarmed the bomb, but you shuddered all the same, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort.

Jay noticed and put his hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts and making you jump.

"We'll be out of here soon," he promised, thumb rubbing your shoulder slightly as you nodded and offered a tight smile of agreement.

"As selfish as this might sound," you said suddenly, "I'm glad you followed me down here."

Jay didn't hesitate when he responded, "me too."

"Thank you," you looked back up into his eyes and searched them, for what, you weren't entirely sure, but you were pretty sure you found it all the same.

"There's no need," he insisted, "really, it is you after all." He seemed to catch himself then, like he'd said something he hadn't meant to.

"What do you mean?" you asked, brow scrunching together in confusion at his words as he sought an explanation.

He released your shoulder and looked away from you then, and in any other situation you would have left it at that, but you were tired, stressed, and still running on a little too much adrenaline for that.

"Jay," you said his name instead, and with such authority that he looked back to you, eyes locking once again.

"Y/N," maybe it was the way he said your name, or maybe it was the way his eyes softened when they reached yours, but all of a sudden you'd closed the gap between the two of you, until your faces were barely an inch apart.

Your eyes searched his face for permission, watching as his flicked from your eyes to your lips and back up as you put your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat speed up as he leaned in even closer, until your foreheads and noses were touching, skin tingling in anticipation.

But as you felt the first gentle breath from his lips hit yours, a crashing noise, followed by loud voices overhead, broke you from your trance.

"They must be getting close," Jay stammered, stepping back to see as heads popped down from the open ceiling above. You felt your face heating up and hoped you weren't too red.

"Hey guys", Cruz grinned before turning back to people you couldn't see, "hey lieutenant, I got them!"

"You are a sight for sore eyes Joe Cruz," you laughed, stepping out into the corridor to get a better view, Jay just behind, the tension between the two of you still evident. You hoped Squad didn't notice

"Aren't I always?" he joked in reply, kneeling down and hoisting something next to him that looked like a rope bag, "ready to get out of here?"

"Absolutely," Jay responded, holding his hand up to catch the rope as Severide and Capp appeared in view, wide grins on both their faces.

"we'll pull you up one at a time," he said, securing his own harness before coming down to assist you both.

Jay insisted you go first, Kelly making sure you're properly fastened before pulling on the rope and signalling the others to bring you up, your eyes not leaving Jay.

Kelly went back for Jay as you stood with the rest of Squad, looking at the damage to the hospital around you. You felt lucky to be alive as Jay came to the surface and you were both led out into the light.

You were immediately rushed by friends and paramedics, getting separated in the commotion as you were led to the walking wounded triage area to be checked out.

Your eyes lingered on each other until you were out of view, and something inside you told you nothing would be the same between you again.

Jay Halstead tag list:

@nevaehstreater18 @luckyladycreator2

[byneddiedingo]

Pumping Iron (George Butler, Robert Fiore, 1977)

Cast: Arnold Schwarzenegger, Lou Ferrigno, Matty Ferrigno, Victoria Ferrigno, Mike Katz, Franco Columbu, Ed Corney, Ken Waller, Serge Nubret. Screenplay: George Butler, Robert Fiore. Cinematography: Robert Fiore. Film editing: Geof Bartz, Larence Silk. Music: Michael Small.

The semi-documentary Pumping Iron is often credited as the movie that made an unlikely star (not to mention California governor) out of Arnold Schwarzenegger. But if anything, the film shows that Schwarzenegger possessed the kind of ambition and drive and intelligence that might have propelled his career anyway. The film gets its narrative drive from competition, first between the aspiring bodybuilder Mike Katz and the more experienced Ken Waller, and then repeating that motif with relative newcomer Lou Ferrigno taking on Schwarzenegger at the Mr. Olympia contest. There's a good deal of wit in the characterization of the men, as well as a good deal of fictionalizing -- for example, in the film it's implied that Waller wins because he steals Katz's “lucky” T-shirt,  when in fact it was only a prank that didn't really annoy Katz that much. Schwarzenegger finds similar ways to needle Ferrigno. Pumping Iron is also credited with having propelled physical fitness into a national phenomenon and turning a struggling Venice Beach, Calif., gym into the franchised Gold's Gym International, Inc, with almost 700 locations around the world. It legitimized competitive bodybuilding as a sport -- or almost: There are still those who find the oiled, hairless bodies displaying slabs and blobs of muscle masses in strained and contorted poses ludicrous, and who find the sport graceless in comparison with others that display bodies in motion, like running, swimming, diving, or gymnastics. But even Pumping Iron hints at this gracelessness with an opening scene in which a ballet instructor tries to help Schwarzenegger and other bodybuilders refine their poses. 

[compelledcurator]

Clay hadn't be back five minutes before he was sent out again. Like all men and beats alike he too loved a hunt but he was getting more and more frustrated with the mutt situation, vermin in his mind.

Not one to disobey often Clay set off, grumbling about his hunger all the way to the truck. Once loaded and destination set he threw the truck into action, the engine roaring with the full serge of life.

This mutt wasn't too far which was great for travel but he was too close to the pack, almost insultingly close. Clay parked up in a long stay parking lot and checked into a nearby motel, he hoped he wouldn't be long but it was safer to be prepared, especially at night.

Duffle thrown down on top a double bed, he called in to let Jeremy know he was ready and awaited further orders. Such a good solider.

Plans roughly agreed Clay headed out to scope out this mutt. Casually winding through alleyways and side streets Clay followed the musk of his prey, faint but present. He drank in the scent, familiar with it's thick undertones of male odor. He recognized the mutt. Cain.

Not the one he was sent for but the one he was going to take, he may as well, it wasn't betraying Jeremys orders, it was adding to them assisting and anyway this was his job in the pack. Hunt mutts and either kill or hurt them.

The scent lead Clay to the beginnings of a forest, a national park and figuring Cain was taking advantage of a beautiful clear night to hunt, Clay thought best to change. He dumped his clothes behind an out-of-place looking willow and clamed his mind.

The change was fast, muscles contracting and rearranging to his new form, blonde fur sprouted up and covered his bare body. After maybe ten minutes of pure agony it was complete. Clay took deep breaths, stretched his new form a little, dug his new claws into the earth and drank in all his new senses had to offer.

Game on Cain.

@compelledcurator

Moonlight slicked over the white wolf, painting his thick coat in shades of silver and shadow, each muscle coiled and taut under his fur, a body built for power and precision. He was a mountain of muscle, a vision both wild and regal, with a massive frame that moved silently, each step calculated, predatory. His broad shoulders shifted, rippling beneath his coat, while his muzzle dipped low, nostrils flaring as he picked up the scent of his prey.

This beast was no mere animal, and that keen intelligence showed in his gleaming, feral eyes—a dark, hungry glint that betrayed something more ancient, more dangerous than any wolf. His gaze held a spark of human cunning, the cool, assessing gleam of a hunter who knew his own strength and relished it. The distance between him and the deer was negligible, a mere heartbeat in his mind, and his body tensed, ready to close it with deadly efficiency.

Then, with a powerful spring, he surged forward, a white blur against the dark, closing the gap in a single, silent bound. His jaws found the deer’s throat in an instant, fangs sinking deep, locking down with a brutal finality. He tore into flesh, hot blood spilling, flooding his senses with that primal, metallic taste, a thrill pulsing through him with each bite. He devoured it with an instinctual fervor, tearing through muscle, relishing the taste, his muzzle slick with blood as he feasted under the cold, indifferent moon.

[uncloseted]

could you do perfumes that each skins girl would wear and say which ones wouldn't wear it at all? it doesn't have to be a long list it can be just one for each or even just a vibe or something with x notes. i think for michelle, something sexy and flirty, for katie something classy and ladylike, for emily something nice but subtle, for mini something trendy, for franky something unisex, etc

Yes, definitely! I love this kind of thing. I'm just guessing so let me know if you think I'm right or totally off the mark.

Generation 1:

Michelle: something very young, clean, and fresh. A classic teenager perfume. Maybe something like Chance by Chanel, La Parisienne by YSL, Daisy by Marc Jacobs, Viva La Juicy, Clinique Happy, or Walk on Air by Kate Spade. Alternatively, I could see her wearing one of those Victoria Secret body sprays.

Cassie: a warm and spicy gourmand fragrance, sweet and floral, maybe food inspired but not something that smells exactly like a food. Viktor & Rolf Bonbon, Acqua di Parma Blu Mediterraneo Mandorlo di Sicilia, Serge Lutens Jeux de Peau, Mugler Angel Muse, Prada Candy, Lancome La Vie Est Belle, Jo Malone Earl Grey & Cucumber or Nectarine Blossom & Honey. But in his e4 profile, Sid says he's, "allergic to girls' toiletries" so I bet she doesn't actually wear any perfume at all.

Jal: I don't think Jal would see the purpose of perfume, but if she did, it would be something classic and maybe a little bit old lady. Maybe something like Guerlain Mitsouko, Chanel No5, Joy by Jean Patou, Miss Dior by Dior... something that someone in her life who doesn't know her that well purchased for her but that she kind of likes anyway.

Generation 2:

Effy: I couldn't imagine Effy putting in the effort to wear perfume, but if she did, it would be something unisex, mysterious, sensual, confident, modern, understated but dramatic, and a bit unexpected. I've been suggesting Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille or Tobacco Oud, Serge Lutens Chergui or La Fille De Berlin, Viktor & Rolf Spicebomb or Flowerbomb Midnight. But thinking about the fact that her favorite smell is petrol, maybe she would like a perfume that includes that note. Nostalgia by Santa Maria Novella, Farhrenheit by Dior, Knize Ten by Knize, Black Bulgari by Bulgari, or Midnight in Paris by Van Cleef & Arpels might be good for that.

Katie: a classic, ladylike, sexy, maybe slightly too old for her scent that's the equivalent of her leopard print power suits. Maybe Opium by YSL, Poison by Dior, or Obsession by Calvin Klein.

Emily: something subtle but strong, like she is. Emily likes gardening, so I imagine a floral that has a twist. Maybe Michael Kors Gorgeous!, Kate Spade New York, Lancôme Idôle L'Intense, Coco Mademoiselle Pour la Nuit, Carolina Herrera Good Girl, or YSL Libre.

Naomi: I can't imagine Naomi wearing perfume, as I think she'd find it too girly. But if she did, I could imagine her wearing something that's masculine (because how dare we gender fragrances? They're just smells!) and maybe with aquatic notes. Aqua Di Gio Profondo Lights or Acqua di Gioia, Tom Ford Costa Azzurra, Jo Malone Wood Sage & Sea Salt, YSL L'Homme Bleue, Phluid Transcend, Tom Ford Neroli Portofino, Calvin Klein Eternity Aqua, Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue.

Pandora: Pandora would either smell like soap, a cheap, candy-sweet body spray, or I could see her smelling like those perfume samples you get in magazines. I could imagine her wearing them because she wants to smell like an adult, but them being totally wrong for her. In terms of her personality, though, maybe she'd like Pink Sugar by Aquolina, Flowerbomb Nectar by Viktor & Rolf, or some of the celebrity perfumes like Fantasy by Britney Spears, Sweet Like Candy by Ariana Grande, or Fancy by Jessica Simpson.

Generation 3:

Grace: something vintage with strong fairytale, English garden vibes, prominently featuring violet as a note, of course, and maybe vanilla as well. Goutal La Violette, Guerlain Apres L'Ondee or Insolence, Miller Harris Violet Ida, Serge Lutens Bois de Violette, or Byredo’s Bibliothèque.

Liv: I can't imagine Liv wearing perfume, but if she did, it would be something that channels the essence of a nightclub. I imagine it would be a Victoria Secret or celebrity perfume which Mini is rude to her about. Maybe Glow after Dark Jennifer Lopez, Love Spell from Victoria Secret, Angel by Mugler, and Siren (or anything else by) Paris Hilton.

Mini: a designer perfume that's sweet. I actually looked to see if she has a perfume bottle on her counter in her bedroom, but no luck. In her e4 profile, she says one of her special skills is, "guessing someone’s exact fragrance after a whiff of their perfume... I’m never ever wrong (FYI ladies, don’t be fooled by the name "Charlie Chic", if it comes in a can, it's body spray not perfume)" and on her Twitter she says, "why do all these celeb perfumes smell so vom?" So she would definitely wear a designer perfume. Since she doesn't have a lot of money, I feel like she only ever gets the testers, and so she's always switching perfumes under the guise of being on top of the trends (which is why she can always guess someone's exact fragrance). I don't think she knows (or cares) what she really likes, as long as other people know that she's wearing something trendy. I'm not going to list any because I feel like by the time this publishes she would have been onto something else.

Franky: (I'm basing this off of series 5 Franky, since series 6 Franky is a totally different person). Franky would definitely like something unisex and offbeat. I could see her liking perfume as an art form. I could imagine her wearing one of those perfumes that's high-concept, like something by Comme Des Garcons or Zoologist.

[jamiethetrans]

Women of SVU - Day 4 - Under the influence of strong medicine, alcohol or edibles

Alexandra Cabot x Reader

AN: Hey everyone!

Sorry about the long wait. Got a lot going on at the moment, and needed some time away to clear everything out.

I’m currently on waiting list to get testosterone/hormones for my transitioning and I’ve waited for almost six months now, so it’s taking quite a toll on me at the moment.

Plus I’m changing location of my job because I hate the current managers and everything is just going very slowly when you have a whole month ahead of you with those people still.

But I am back and I’m planning on writing more than ever!

Sorry about the spam of all the stories and chapters but needed everything transferred before deleting the account.

Hope you like this one!

- Jamie

•

"Would you say you're a charming man, mr. Brown?", Alex asked as she began her cross examination, looking down in her files. Both you and Olivia scoffed at the way the man's face instantly turned into a smirk. Not to mention the biggest one yet in the four hours the trial had taken so far.

"I would say I'm rather charming yes", he answered and Alex looked up from her papers meeting the man's eyes.

"So you don't have trouble finding women?"

The man shook his head. "No. It has never been an issue"

"Then why rape Bridget Harper?"

"Objection!", the defense called and the judge nodded.

"Withdrawn", Alex quickly said though before the judge could say anything and conitued. "Mr. Brown is it true that miss Harper worked at your firm for almost ten years before you fired her?"

"I didn't fire her, she decided to leave the company herself", he countered and Alex gave a weird smile towards him.

"It's funny you should say that”, she said walking back to her desk. “Because in this e-mail, people's exhibit fourteen, you're using the exact line 'You're fired'. And from her respones, it doesn't give any clue nor indication that she herself put down her resignation", she countered back and mr Broan immedietly froze looking down. He looked down at his fingers and you smirked as you sat next to Olivia.

"I-I didn't mean-"

"She also writes, and I qoute 'You're only firing me because I told you no. And then you raped me" You turned and wathced as Bridget let a tear fall down her cheek. "She's accusing you of raping her"

"I didn't-"

"She told you no. You couldn't take no for an answer so you raped her and fired her for it", Alex said and mr. Brown sighed and looked down. "Nothing further", she said and walked back to her seat.

Right in that moment, mr. Brown turned to one of his people from behind the defense table and one of them suddenly stood from his seat. You immediately noticed the gun in his hand, pointing it at Alex and you stood from your seat and held up your own gun.

“Drop the gun!”, you yelled and the man turned, redirecting his gun towards you. You quickly shot him in his shoulder and everyone screamed and got down on their knees.

Before you could react you heard another gunshot and felt a heavy amount of pain in your own shoulder, falling to the ground. “Y/n!”, Olivia yelled and the shooter was quickly shot down as well. She brought her hand to your shoulder and held the wound tightly.

“Stay with me y/n. Stay with me”

You felt yourself slowly getting tired as you saw the blood floating from your body and onto the wooden floor. You turned your head and saw a wave of blonde. “Y/n? Y/n stay with us”

The last thing you saw was blue eyes and a wave of blonde getting closer to your face.

•

When you opened your eyes again you saw a small hand in yours and immediately squeezed it as hard as you could but for the small hand it only came as a soft squeeze. “Mom! Mom she’s awake”, a voice yelled and you feel your head already banging.

“Ssshh, easy Noah”, a soft voice said and you turned your head slightly to see your Captain walking towards you from her seat on the couch. “Hey champ, how you feeling?”

You chuckled giving her a nod. “I’m good thanks. What happened?”

“I drove with you to the hospital while Fin drove Alex over here. They’re in the cafeteria getting some coffee”, she said and you sighed turning to Noah who stood next to his mother. You had always adored the boy and you would do anything for him.

“Hey kid”

“Hey auntie y/n”

You chuckled and right there the door opened and you all turned to see Fin and Alex walk in, Kat and Rollins following up. “Hey kid, how are you feeling?”, Fin asked and you chuckled. He always called you kid. No matter where it was.

“I’m fine Fin. My shoulder hurts like hell though”

They all gave you sad smiles and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t give me those pity looks. I’m fine”

They all let out small laughs and your eyes met Alex’s. Oh how you loved her eyes. Sea blue with a hint of choral green.

“Alright miss y/l/n”, a voice suddenly said and you all turned to see the doctor coming in. “You’re awake. How’s the shoulder? Any pain?”

You wanted to be strong. Show your strength to your colleagues, to Alex. You wanted to show it to Noah, showing him you were his strong aunt that could survive anything. But the pain was just too unbearable. So you nodded and moved your neck away from him.

Olivia walked over to Fin and squeezed his shoulder. “We should let her be”, she whispered and Fin nodded. She turned to Kat and Rollins and they both understood the gesture.

They all left the room after goodbyes to you and that left Alex standing alone by the end of the bed. “I will give you some pain relievers, it should hold the pain down for a while”, the doctor said and you nodded. He walked out of the room and you turned meeting Alex’ eyes.

“Hey you”, she whispered and you smiled softly, trying to hold back the tears. She walked over to you and let her hand softly squeeze yours. “God you scared the crap out of me”, she said and you chuckled.

“Sorry. But I’m fine. I’m getting painkillers and I will get better, okay?”

She nodded and gave you a weak smile, your hands tangled together.

•

When you opened your eyes you immediately noticed you were alone. You turned your head and saw the bright light shine through the curtains. You felt yourself getting light headed, not able to control your own brain. It felt like that anyway.

The door opened and you Olivia walked in, Fin right behind her. “Eeey, my cap and my serg”, you said with a lousy smile. The two shared a look and you held out your hand for Olivia to take.

“How is my beautiful Captain today, mmh?”, you asked and the woman couldn’t stop herself from chuckling.

“I’m fine y/n, how are you?”

“Oh pft! I’m fine!”, you said with a pitched voice and Fin frowned at your behavior. Olivia simply chuckled, happy to see you in a better mood than yesterday.

The door opened again and you widened your eyes at the sight your partner. “Katty. Katty! Oh my god I have missed you so much!”, you said with a wide smile and Kat frowned with a smile at the nickname, turning to Olivia who simply shook her head.

“I’ve missed you too girl”, she said and you smiled wide.

“Oh of course you do. You and I? We are the best partners in New York!”, you said and extended a turned fist towards her. She smiled at the action and extended her own turned fist towards yours, doing your handshake. Up and down, meet in the middle for a fist bump before making a finger gun, firing it off.

The door opened again and Alex walked in, a file in her hands. Your eyes widened and smiled wide. “Alex!”

The blonde turned to you and smiled. “Y/n. How are you feeling?”

“Oh I am so good! I feel like I’m on fire! And that’s not just because of the meds”, you said giving her a wink and Alex’ cheeks reddened at a blush. Kat raised her eyebrows turning to Amanda who looked just as shocked.

“You guys wanna know a secret?”, you asked chuckling, feeling yourself getting higher. “I’m secretly in love with Alex”, you half whispered, holding your hand to the side of your mouth, meeting Kat’s eyes.

Kat widened her eyes, Amanda slamming her palm to her mouth while Fin turned to the others. Olivia turned to Alex who stood frozen in place looking at you.

It had only been a week since the blonde had come to her apartment and confessed her feelings for you. They had talked about it for hours, Alex practically exploding her heart into the apartment.

“But don’t tell her!”, you said obviously to the tension filling up between the others. “She doesn’t feel the same so please don’t”

Kat found herself nodded with a smile. “Of course partner”

You smiled nodding and soon you fell asleep, the meds taking all of your energy out.

•

The day you went back to work, you had your arm in a sling, your shoulder completely covered in bandages. Kat was the first to notice you as you stepped into the squad room and she stood from her seat faster than ever before.

You groaned at the tightness of her hug, feeling your shoulder complaining at the amount of pressure. “Sorry”, she whispered and you shook your head.

“S’okay”

You made your handshake before you turned and saw Amanda standing ready. You let her hug you as well, though a little softer. “How you feeling?”

“Better. The painkillers are definitely doing their job”, you said and the two women shared a look making you frowned at them. “What?”

“Nothing”, they both said in unison and you raised a perfect eyebrow at them as Amanda walked back to her seat. You shook it off and sat down by your desk, feeling relief wash over your body as you were finally back to work. God how you’ve missed it.

You sat and worked on a few reports for the next hour and you were almost done when you heard the familiar heels sounding through the entire squad room. You turned and met Alex’s eyes and the woman gave you a linear smile.

“Detective. Good to see you back on your feet”, she said and you sat completely tranced in her beauty. And completely unaware of what had happened at the hospital.

“It’s good to be back”, you said in a haste, blinking your eyes and she smiled at you. “I’ve missed working”, you continued.

“Of course you have. You’re a workaholic. Working is what you’re best at”, she said and you froze for a moment looking at her.

“Are you o–“

“Alex. Good you could make it”, Olivia came and interrupted and you watched as the blonde followed the brunette inside.

“You okay?”, a voice sounded through your ears and you turned to Tamin who gave you a soft smile.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m good. Wha... what was that about?”

“You don’t remember?”

You frowned at her quizzed expression and you shook your head gently. You had absolutely no idea what had happened. “What?”

Tamin turned to Rollins who sighed with a nod, telling her you deserved to know. Taming turned back to you who still sat with a frown.

“You were high on meds. You…”, she trailed off.

“I what?”

“You… you confessed your feelings for Alex to me”, she said and you blushed hard.

“Uhm… okay. Well, that’s not that ba–“

“While everyone else was there too”, she continued and this time you froze.

“You… you mean…”, you were unable to finish and both Tamin and Rollins nodded their heads.

All the color suddenly drained from your face and you turned towards Liv’s office and instantly met Alex’s eyes.

Shit

•

“Another?”

You turned to the sound and noticed the bartender standing in front of you, looking down at your now empty glass of scotch.

“Yeah sure”

The bartender took the bottle and poured, you watching the liquid fall into the glass.

“You sure that’s healthy for you?”, a voice suddenly asked and you turned to see Olivia standing next to you.

“Well, it’s too late now”, you said and Olivia rolled her eyes with a smile and sat down next to you, the bartender immediately noticing.

“Captain?”

Olivia shook her head with a smile at the question before turning to you. “You should talk to Alex. She’s been absolutely out her mind since you got shot”, she said and you chuckled.

“Really? She’s not scared since I basically confessed my heart out in front of everyone?”, you said and Olivia chuckled.

“Well you’re not the only one who’s confessed their heart out”

You frowned at her and Olivia smiled. “She adores you y/n. She absolutely adores you. Go talk to her”

You sat and stared at your drink for a moment debating your thoughts before standing from your seat. “Thanks Liv”

Olivia smiled at the kiss she received on her cheek before watching you leave the bar faster than ever before. She smiled and looked down at your still full glass and turned to the bartender. “Give me her tab”

•

It was just past ten when Alex heard a knocking on her door, frowning at the sudden guest at this time. She stood from the coach, turning the tv down before walking over to the front door.

When she opened she met your eyes and froze. “Y/n?”

You stood still staring into her eyes and Alex felt herself blush under your gaze. You stood for a solid minute staring into each other’s eyes, her blue ones the most beautiful ones you ever laid your eyes on.

“You want to come in?”, Alex suddenly asked and you nodded walking in. You noticed the tv and smiled.

“Say yes to the bride”, you read and turned to the prosecutor who blushed.

“What? I like the program”, she said and you smiled.

“It’s okay, I’m not judging. I like it too”, you said, trying to make her feel better about her little guilty pleasure. You caught yourself staring into her eyes again and blushed hard clearing your throat.

“May I… May I watch it… with you?”

Alex smiled at the small voice you used to ask and nodded. “I’d love that”

You smiled wide and sat down in the couch, Alex sitting next to you. You were about five minutes in when Alex began commenting on the dresses, and you laughed every time. Either they were too ugly or too big or just didn’t suit the woman who was wearing it.

“Wow Alex, if I knew you would be so savage with this program, I would have watched it with you sooner”

“Shut up”, she said hitting your arm and you laughed making her smile as well.

“This is nice”, you said after a while and she smiled. She laid her head on your shoulder, her hand squeezing your arm and you felt yourself blush.

“You know, don’t you?”, you asked into the silence and Alex turned to you, her eyes meeting yours. Your faces were so close now and you felt your heart beat faster.

“Know what?”

You knew she was challenging you. You could see it in her eyes. She wanted you to say it.

“That I have feelings for you”, you whispered and Alex stared into your eyes for a while, her hand coming to softly stroke your cheek.

“You should know too then”, she said and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Know what?”

“That I have feelings for you too”

Before you could get a word out, she brought your face closer and brought your lips together in a chaste kiss.