#I just think he was a bit too snippy and short when it came to buck's curse

[makorragal-312]

I can definitely see how Eddie can be considered to be OOC this episode, me included.

But I think we have to remember that this is, in fact, his first Halloween without Chris since "the incident" and he just found out that the last Halloween he celebrated with him was probably his last because Chris considers the holiday to be cringe now.

If anything, it feels as though Eddie's underlying emotions about the whole Kim situation is starting to slowly but surely bubble up to the surface. And it's only a matter of time before he breaks down.

[juniperskye]

Let’s start over.

Sneak peek: Aaron and Reader were together back when she was finishing her bachelor’s degree. It went on for a bit until Aaron started to pull away – after confronting him, you called things off. Years later you return to Quantico to streamline the new child crimes unit which will work directly with the BAU. Aaron is surprised to see you and asks you to dinner…some shocking secrets are revealed. (There are timeline edits to this story to fit my vision okay?!)

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 5301

Part 2: bonus scenes

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (reader is in their 20’s and Hotch is in his 40’s), explicit language, keeping a child a secret, Hotch not being the best partner (past), description of BAU and other FBI units – some canon typical subject matter, OC’s Nora (child) Theo and Leila (agents), mention of hospitals, and mention of febrile seizure, mention of Jack, mention of Haley (their relationship timeline was adjusted to make this work – they separated when Jack was like 2-3 y/o) let me know if I missed any!

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** 5 Years Ago, **

“Aaron would you please just tell me what’s going on!” You pleaded.

“Nothing. I told you to just drop it. Nothing is wrong.” Aaron snapped.

Things had been like this for the past few weeks. Aaron was being short with you, snippy about menial things that had never bothered him before. You couldn’t figure out what was going on, it had truly begun to weigh heavily on your relationship.

“We both know that’s bullshit. Why won’t you just talk to me?” You were practically begging him at this point.

“Jesus Christ, would you just let it the fuck go. I said I don’t want to talk. Why is that so hard for you to understand?” Aaron shouted. “Maybe Dave was right.” He mumbled.

“Right about what?” Your voice came out much smaller than intended.

“Maybe you’re too young, too immature. You just don’t understand the stress I’m under.” Aaron huffed out a sigh.

Aaron and you had been together for nearly two years. Initially it had been more of a fling due to the fact that he was teaching a course you were taking to complete your bachelor’s degree. He and you took things to the next level once you’d graduated and now you were about to complete your master’s degree. You loved Aaron, but with how things had been going for the last few months, you couldn’t help but wonder if that was enough.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” You whispered.

“So what?  We get in a little fight and you’re going to throw a tantrum?” Aaron spat pure venom.

“A tantrum?” You said, exasperated. “Aaron I’m not a toddler kicking and screaming because I am not getting my way. I’m a grown ass woman asking for some healthy communication in our relationship. We haven’t had a real conversation in months, and I don’t think I can go on like this.” You gasped, the realization finally hitting you…this had to end.

“Sweetheart, we can work this out. I’m sorry okay?” Aaron reached for you.

“No…” You took a retreating step, your back making contact with the back of your sofa. “I think it’s too late Aaron. And honestly it’s rich that you called me immature, when you are so emotionally stunted. You refuse to act your own age and talk things through. Instead, you bottle things up and push away anyone who cares about you. I won’t be your punching bag anymore, I have too much respect for myself.” Your tears had finally broken free, trailing down your cheeks clouded with black from your mascara.

“So that’s it then? We’re done?” Aaron scoffed.

“I guess that’s it.” You gasped.

With that, Aaron grabbed his bag and left. Pausing for a second, before shaking his head and making his leave. The moment you heard the lock click, your knees gave out and you collapsed to the floor as sobs ripped through your body. You laid there for what felt like days, broken and devastated by the loss of what you presumed was your forever. He was gone and you’d have to move on, something you weren’t sure was possible in that moment.

** Present Day **

“Hello? … This is she … Oh! Director Cruz … yes I am getting everything ready. … I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, truly. … Of course, thank you. … Alright, I will see you Monday. … Thank you … Bye.” You were practically buzzing as you hung up the phone.

“Was that bossman?” Hestia questioned.

“Yes it was! He was checking in and making sure I have everything I need before I start on Monday!” You gushed.

“I can’t believe you are moving back to Virginia. I am going to miss you so, so much!” Hestia whined.

“I am going to miss you too! But it’ll only be like a month until you join me…right?” You inquired.

“Yes! My lease is up then and as long as you’re still cool with us staying with you guys until we find our own place, we will be there!” She explained.

“Ummm of course you guys can stay with us! Free childcare…I’d be an idiot to pass that up!” You laughed as Hestia threw a pillow at you.

You were actively packing up your life and preparing to move back to Virginia. You hadn’t been back there in nearly five years. After breaking things off with Aaron and completing your master’s degree, you’d looked into PhD programs around the U.S. and had ultimately decided on the child psychology program at Colombia University, and while New York wasn’t too far from Virgina, it at least put space between you and Aaron. 

About eight months after you and Aaron had broken things off, Nora had come as quite a surprise. Despite the shock that was brought on by your pregnancy, Nora had become the greatest gift you could’ve asked for. Having Hestia around to make up for your lack in baby daddy had brought the two of you incredibly close together.

You had met Hestia in a pretty unconventional way, she was one year into her residency for general surgery, and you had appendicitis. So, she worked hand-in-hand with the surgeon who removed your appendix, and well, the rest had been history. She’s been with you through everything in the last four years, most importantly, she’s helped you raise Nora. You’d been sure to repay the favor, especially within the last year…Hestia’s mom had passed, leaving her 15-year-old sister in her care. The four of you had become your own little family.

“So, what’s your plan tomorrow?” Hestia asked.

“Oh, my parents flew in last week and they drove most of my stuff down on Tuesday. My mom said she wanted it to be set up for us, so we’d be able to move right in, especially since I start work immediately. So, I am just getting the last few things together today and we will head down tomorrow, and I guess we will finish getting everything set up this weekend. They’re staying with me, pretty much until you and Selene can come out. They don’t want me to have to put Nora in daycare.” You explained.

“Aw, I’m so glad they’re able to do that! I know by then you’ll be ready to have them out of your hair, but it is nice that you won’t have to leave her with strangers right away.” Hestia patted your leg. “I do have a question for you though…are you at all worried about running into your ex?”

“I don’t even know if he still works there Hes, it’s a huge place. Who’s to say we even see each other at all?” You shrug.

“You are so full of shit!” Hestia laughs. “Don’t act like you didn’t check to see if he’s still there.”

“Ugh! Yes he’s still the unit chief of the BAU! Of course I looked. And yes. I am terrified, Director Cruz said my unit will most likely work with the BAU more than any other team and I’m not sure I can handle that.” You groaned.

“You can’t avoid him forever babe. Are you going to tell him about Nora?”

“Hes, I don’t even know how I would begin to tell him.” You shook your head. “We ended horribly and she’s four now. What if he freaks out?”

“I mean he might. Hon, you have to tell him, she’s his daughter you know… I don’t think there’s an easy way to do it. Like it’s gonna be ugly no matter what. But at least you’re telling him.” Hestia reasons.

You knew she was right, you had to tell Aaron about Nora, but honestly it could wait. You had an entire unit to run, and you couldn’t let your fear of seeing him and having that conversation distract you from the important work you’d be doing.

Monday came far too quickly. Your parents had been a huge help, and the house was almost completely unpacked. Nora had settled in well with them being there with you both, and you were incredibly grateful to them for supporting you.

You had gotten up early to make breakfast and eat with Nora before heading into the office. When you walked into the FBI building, you made your way to the front desk to get your ID and then headed to the director’s office.

“Welcome! We are so glad to have you and your team joining us at the FBI. Child crimes is something that has needed an official unit for far too long, I am just happy to have you leading it.” Director Cruz greeted you.

“Thank you Director, it is truly an honor to have been asked to lead this team. From my understanding, Theo and Leila will be here tomorrow to begin officially.”

“That’s correct. I want to go over some logistics with you before I show you to your office. As of right now your team will just be the three of you, if we see a need to expand, we will. I am going to assign you and your agents each a specific unit for if you are needed in more than one place. You will be the point person for the Behavioral Analysis Unit and the Sex Crimes Unit, Leila will take point with Violent Crimes and Theo will take point with Cybercrimes. I anticipate that your team will work closest with the BAU and SCU.” Director Cruz explained.

“That all sounds good sir. Are the Unit Chiefs of these departments all aware of our arrival? I just want to ensure they will be prepared to work with us and that there won’t be too much pushback.” You posed.

“I understand. Yes, they have all been informed of your team’s arrival and I have made it very clear that their cooperation is nonnegotiable. At the end of the day, we all have the same goal, so hopefully there will be very little pushback from our agents.” Director Cruz reassured you. “Are you ready to see your office now?”

“Yes sir, thank you.”

Stepping off the elevator onto the sixth floor, you immediately took note of the directory sign listing that the BAU was housed on this floor. It made your stomach churn, knowing that you would most definitely see Aaron every day… not to mention in like the next few minutes.

“Okay so, through this door here is where the BAU is, as I mentioned before. There are two open desks down in the bullpen there for Theo and Leila, and your office is just there. You will be between agents Hotchner and Rossi.” Director Cruz noted as you entered your office. “I’d like to introduce you to agent Hotchner before I let you settle in; I think it is important given how frequently you’ll be working together.”

“Of course, sir.” You nodded.

The ten steps it took to get from your office to his felt like an eternity. You felt sick knowing that you’d have to face the man that had broken you all those years ago. You may have ended things with him officially, but he had truly ended it when he decided that you weren’t worthy of communicating with. At this point you were just hoping that he’d grown up in that area, because you really needed him to take the news of Nora well.

“Agent Hotchner, I have the new child crimes unit chief here for you to meet.” And before Director Cruz could give Aaron your name, it escaped his own lips, framed by his shocked expression. “Oh, you two know each other?”

“Agent Hotchner was a guest lecturer for one of my undergrad courses. He was my inspiration for entering this field.” You supplied.

It wasn’t a total lie…

“Yes, she was a bright student. I’m not surprised to see that she made it to the FBI.” Aaron added.

“Alright then, I will leave you to catch up then.” With that, the Director made his way back to his office.

“How um…how are you?” Aaron inquired.

“I’m well Aaron. I don’t really think anymore small talk is necessary. I should go get settled into my office.” You huffed out a breath before exiting the room.

You made sure to take your time getting settled. Placing some personal things out on your desk and shelves. You had a few plants, some of your favorite pens, some file folders, you hung up your degrees, you organized your psychology books on the shelves along with some law books, and the last, most important detail was a framed photo of you and Nora that you sat next to your lamp.

The day had sped by as you made yourself comfortable on the couch in your office while reading through some emails from other units and some case files of theirs from previous cases to see how they typically ran things. You had been trekking along just fine until a quite knock broke your concentration. Looking up, you weren’t entirely surprised to see it was Aaron standing there.

“I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. It’s almost eight.” Aaron informed you.

“Oh shit! I didn’t even realize!” You scrambled to check your phone.

“I know that you said small talk wasn’t necessary, and I agree. I would however really like to take you to dinner to catch up, and maybe I can explain some things.” Aaron requested.

“Oh, I um. I’m not sure that’s a good idea…I uh-”

“Please. I really need to explain myself, for how awful I was back then. No excuses, just maybe it’ll help you see my point of view. I’ve worked on myself a lot since then.” Aaron pleaded.

“I have to make a call first.” You conceded.

“Of course. I’ll give you some privacy.” He exited your office.

You quickly called your mom, letting her know that you were going to dinner with a coworker, asking her to take care of the remainder of Nora’s bedtime routine. You also had to inform her you wouldn’t need to be picked up. After which you spoke to Nora wishing her a good night and giving her a kiss through the phone. You then gathered your belongings and met Aaron in the bullpen.

“So, I don’t have my car. My parents are in town, they helped me move, so I left my car with them.” You explained sheepishly.

“No worries, if you’re comfortable with it, I can drive us. I can take you home after as well.” Aaron offered.

“Yeah, that would be great. Thank you.” You offered a gentle smile.

Aaron gestured you to the elevator and you made your way down to the parking garage. Aaron, ever the gentleman made sure to open the car door for you, both in the garage and again at the restaurant. There was a tinge of sadness that flooded your mind as you noticed where Aaron took you.

It had been your go to for date nights back when you were together. It was a recommendation from Dave – who you couldn’t help but feel a bit of resentment toward given the “too young” comment. You wondered if Aaron brought you here on purpose, and he must’ve picked up on your thought.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I drove us here. I guess it was muscle memory.” He shook his head.

“It’s okay. I’ve missed the food honestly.” You let out a little chuckle.

“I have too. I uh, I haven’t been here since we ended.” Aaron’s voice trailed off toward the end of his statement.

You were relieved that the night hadn’t been filled with awkward silence. It had, however, been a lot of catching up while Aaron avoided the main reason he brought you here and you avoided talking about Nora. You were both saved by the waiter when he came by to get your order.

“Would you like to see the wine list?”

“No thank you. I’ll just have water.” You were quick to answer.

“Water is fine for me also.” Aaron added.

“Are you ready to order your entrees then?”

“I will have the Mezzi Rigatoni, and she will have the Ricotta Cavatelli.” Aaron declared.

The waiter nodded and walked off. You couldn’t help but look at Aaron with a bit of shock. It is what you always ordered, so you couldn’t be mad, but it felt foreign and all too familiar at the same time. He always ordered for you when you used to go out, he used to know you better than you knew yourself…but that was then.

“I’m so sorry – I don’t know why I did that” Aaron was quick to apologize “Maybe coming here was a bad idea. It’s all too familiar.”

“It’s okay Aaron. I was going to order it anyway. Maybe we should talk about why we’re here.” You suggested.

“Of course. I want to explicitly state that I am not trying to make excuses for how I acted then, because I know I was horrible to you in the end. I do just want to give you some insight as to what I was going through at that time. I really want to communicate now what I didn’t then.” He began.

You nodded for him to continue as the waiter brought your food and drinks.  

“So, you know that Haley and I divorced before you and I got together officially. Well once you and I became serious and my time was either spent at work or with you and Jack, Haley didn’t seem to like that. She uh, she tried to fight me for primary custody of Jack.” Aaron explained.

“What? Aaron why didn’t you tell me?”

“Honestly, because I knew you’d take a step back in our relationship. I knew that with how selfless you are, you’d offer to back off and give me more time with Jack and I didn’t want that. I wanted to have you and Jack, so I kept it to myself. Which broke us anyway.” He concluded.

“I really wish you would’ve told me; things may have been different Aaron. I am glad you’re telling me now though.” You desperately wanted to reach for his hand but ultimately decided against it.

Now was as good a time as any, you had to tell him about Nora. He confessed something and it was your turn. And just as you were about to open your mouth, a shrill ring sounded from Aaron’s coat pocket.

“Hotchner. Yes…CCU as well? Yes – I’m with their unit chief now. We’re on our way.” Aaron hung up the phone and looked over at you. “Is your team here in Virginia?”

“Yes, they’re not meant to start until tomorrow.” You provided.

“Call them in, we have a case. Time is of the essence.” Aaron signaled for the check.

The two of you contacted your respective teams as you made your way back to the car. Aaron once again opened your door for you and drove you back to the office. You texted your parents and informed them of the case and asked your mom to let Nora know you’d be home as soon as you could.

30 minutes later you were on a private jet to Chicago with your team and the entirety of the BAU. You had unintentionally sat beside Aaron and began going over the case details with everyone. Aaron had begun explaining the preliminary profile, and you couldn’t help but chime in. Everyone was watching how the two of you riffed and bounced ideas off of one another so naturally.

“Just a reminder, there are new protocols for entry into the crime scene when we are locating the children. We need to follow those exactly to ensure we don’t harm these children more so than they are already. If you have any questions about those procedures feel free to ask me or my agents.” You instructed.

“Right. Now for assignments, Dave, JJ and Theo I’d like you to interview the family of the latest victim –”

“Molly Leland.” You corrected.

“Apologies. Dave, JJ, Theo go to the Leland’s and find out anything you can. Morgan, Prentiss and Leila, you three go to the abduction site, I want to ensure CSU didn’t miss anything. And Reid you’ll be with us at the station to start on the geographical profile.” Aaron finished, gesturing to the two of you.

Six days. It had been six days, and you still hadn’t made any progress on this case. Another child had gone missing, and things were incredibly tense. Both teams had been in the designated room within the precinct going over theories.

“I think we’re looking at this all wrong…” Leila began, “I think the person abducting these kids is younger than initially profiled.”

“Given their disorganization and the lack of consistent victimology, I’d say that’s a pretty plausible theory.” Spencer validated.

“Okay, Leila what were you thinking?” You inquired.

“What if it is a teenager? My thoughts were a kid who grew up in foster care – hence the random victimology. They just want siblings, and that’s why there aren’t any bodies.”  Leila suggested.

“I think she’s onto something. If it was a young adult who was newly alone in the world, they’d be looking to find people to surround themselves with.” Morgan continued.

“Garcia, run a search for kids that just aged out of group homes and foster care.” Aaron called to their technical analyst.

“Within the geographical limits I just sent over to you.” Spencer added.

When your phone rang, you excused yourself from the room, answering the call from your mom. You could immediately tell something was wrong given the slight lilt to her voice.

“Mom, what’s wrong?...Why do you need the children’s Tylenol. … Fever? What’s her temperature? … 103? MOM! You need to take her to the ER. … I’m serious! … I’m coming home. … Yes! … I’ll be there as soon as I can. … Take her straight to Bethesda. …Ok. Bye.”

You turned and jumped in surprise at Aaron standing there behind you.

“I just came to let you know we’re splitting up to check out a few leads. Is everything okay?” He asked.

You could tell he had more questions and that he’d more than likely heard the entirety of your conversation but was holding back in asking them.

“Um no. My daughter is sick. She has a pretty high fever. I uh, I need to get home.” You panicked.

“Okay. We will get you home then. I’ll send the teams out and I will make some calls. For now, just try to stay positive okay?” Aaron had always been the calm in the storm.

He sent three separate groups out to find the unsub and had made a few calls back to the director to get you on an emergency flight home. He went as far as to drive you to the hotel and then to the hangar.

“Aaron.”

“Get home to your daughter.” He offered a small smile.

“Thank you.”

Leila had texted to update you that they had caught the unsub and would be heading home in the next hour or so. You had been grateful that the team had successfully closed the case. What was killing you, was the state of your baby girl. She had an excessively high fever, and it just wouldn’t break.

“Miss, there’s someone here to see you.” The nurse informed you.

You looked over at your mom who gave you a nod and you exited the room. Following the nurse to the waiting room, you were surprised to see Aaron standing there.

“I just wanted to see how she’s doing, and how you are.” He declared.

“I um. I’m…” You couldn’t help but break down.

Aaron immediately pulled you into his arms and moved you both over to a couch in the waiting area. He let his hand brush over your hair and whispered reassurances to you. The two of you sat like this for a while before you slowly pulled away.

“Sorry. She just has this fever, and it won’t break, and they don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Sweetheart it’s okay. She will be okay.” Aaron grabbed your hand.

A moment went by and then an alarm sounded. Your gaze shot up as you watched medical staff make their way to Nora’s room. You got up and ran to her room, with Aaron hot on your heels.

“What’s happening? What is going on? Somebody tell me what is going on!” You were practically shouting as Aaron pulled you from the room.

Your mom was pacing in the hallway as Aaron held you back from storming back in. It was killing him to see you this distraught.

“It was a febrile seizure. This can happen when children have such a high fever. We’ve given her a sedative to try and help her rest and we pushed some more Tylenol to aid in breaking the fever.” The doctor explained.

“Is she going to be okay?” You questioned.

“We’re doing everything we can. A nurse will be by soon to take her temperature again.” The doctor walked away.

“I’m going to go find your dad. That way you two can have some privacy.” Your mom said pulling you into a hug.

“This is Nora.” You told Aaron as you ran your hand over her forehead, brushing her curls away from her face.

“She’s beautiful.” He complimented.

You sat in silence for a bit with him just watching Nora. You could tell part of him was itching to ask, but you also knew that Nora was a bit small for her age so he couldn’t be sure that she was his. This moment of avoidance was terminated the second the billing staff came in to get all of your information.

“Hey there, I wanted to confirm all of the info for billing. Do you have your driver’s license and insurance card?” The staff requested.

“Yes, here it is.” You passed her the card.

She filled in all of your information, clicking away on her keyboard while the rest of the room sat with a looming silence. You could feel the question coming. You had been an idiot to give Nora her father’s last name.

“Okay and can you confirm the patient’s name and date of birth for me?”

“Yes, it’s uh…Nora Leigh Hotchner. That’s H-O-T-C-H-N-E-R. Date of birth is 10/4/2019.” You could feel Aaron’s gaze burning into you.

“Alright, here are those cards back. Thank you.” She made her leave.

“Seriously?”

“Aaron, let me explain.”

“Not here.” He motioned toward Nora.

He swiftly made his way out of the room, and you were quick to follow. In noticing your parents, you signaled for them to sit with Nora as you practically chased after Aaron. He didn’t stop until he was in a private waiting room, it was only then that he turned to face you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? She’s mine? And what, you didn’t think to tell me…I don’t know, FOUR YEARS AGO?” Aaron was fuming.

A part of you understood his response, but another part of you was furious that he wasn’t allowing you to explain before flying off the handle.

“Don’t yell at me. If we’re going to do this, we will talk like adults. I will not sit here and allow you to berate me.” You held your ground.

“Okay.”

“I found out I was pregnant after I left for New York. And at that point Aaron, I was so devastated by our breakup, and I just didn’t think I could be around you. I know that’s not fair, but I had thought you and I were forever and then we’d just ended. I was going to tell you last week at dinner, but then we got called in. Aaron I am so sorry, and I know that doesn’t make up for the time you’ve lost, but I also need you to know that I did what I felt like I had to do.” You let your gaze fall to the floor in guilt.

“I understand. I’m not happy, but I get it.” He reached for your hand.

You accepted the gesture and furthered it by pulling him into an embrace. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head atop your own.

“I’ve told her about you.” You whispered.

“What?”

“I’ve told her about you. She’s seen pictures and heard stories. She knows you Aaron.”

He held you a little tighter and you nuzzled a little closer. After a few moments he suggested that you both get back to your girl. You both sat with her all night, letting your parents go home. At three in the morning, the night nurse gave you the good news, her fever had finally broken. The next day, Aaron drove the two of you home, leaving with a scheduled family day where you would introduce Jack and Nora. You had also discussed talking to the kids about their birthday party (since their birthday’s are only 3 days apart). With Jack turning seven and Nora turning 5 in a little more than a month, you wanted to plan something big for the two of them.

** One Month Later **

“Okay, the bounce house is set up and the petting zoo guy just arrived. Where should he set up?” Penelope asked.

“On the southeast side!” Dave hollered.

You were setting up the last of the hors d’oeuvres, while the members of both the CCU and BAU helped get Dave’s backyard set up for the kids birthday party. You were so incredibly grateful for this family you’d come to have.

“We’re here with cake!” Hestia announced.

“Hes! Selene! Hey guys, you can set that up on that round table over there.” You pointed.

Selene came over and gave you a hug, you snuck a snack into her hand and nodded over to your bag.

“My iPad is in there with the Twilight movies all downloaded. Dave has a sitting room down the hall to the right.” You winked at her.

“Thanks mom!” Selene said hugging you once more before heading off.

“Do you have another kid I don’t know about?” Aaron joked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Ha ha! No, Selene just calls me mom. We’ve both taken care of her since their mom passed, but it became an inside joke that I acted as the mom to Nora, Selene and Hestia.” You huffed a laugh.

“It’s true!” Hestia confirmed, before taking a case of juice boxes outside to the cooler.

“You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” Aaron murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Opposed to what?” You giggled.

“More kids.”

“Aaron! We only just got back together, and we are at our children’s birthday party! Behave yourself.” You hissed.

“I know, but this time around, I’m not letting you go. I plan on marrying you and I just want you to know that I’m open to more children, one day, when and if you’re ready.” He punctuates it with a kiss to your lips.

“Well, I’m open to it too. And whenever you ask, my answer is yes Aaron. You’ve proven to me that you’ve grown since we ended before and I can’t stand the thought of going without you again so, I’m in this, for as long as you’ll have me.” You kissed him once more before carrying a tray outside to the party.

Aaron smiled and grabbed his phone, opening it to check the status of his order. There on his screen was confirmation that your ring had been customized, made, sized, quality checked, and would be shipping out soon.

He couldn’t wait to spend forever with you.

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Cw: seizures, brain injury

Ballister leaned against Ambrosius, closing his eyes. “You sleepy, Bal?”

“Mhm.” Ballister rubbed his eyes. “I couldn't get to sleep last night. Kept having headaches and weird dreams.”

“That's no good, babe. Try to take it easy today. Do you think it's your head?”

“He just said it was his head, duh.” Nimona cut in. She'd been back for the past couple months, and she and Ambrosius were still getting used to each other. Ballister chuckled. “It's probably fine.” Ambrosius made a worried face.

Eight months ago, when Ballister was on the run, he'd suffered considerable head trauma, several times, one after another after another. The whole thing left Ballister with considerable brain damage in the frontal and temporal lobes especially. It was especially significant in the first few weeks after everything happened, when he was often unsteady on his feet, spoke with slurred speech, struggled with short term memory, understanding rapid or unclear speech, and extreme emotional outbursts where he would be extremely afraid, sad, angry, or happy without apparent cause. He'd also started having seizures at that time. Ambrosius learned to deal with them, but he always hoped each one would be Ballister's last. The doctor said they'd stop eventually, but they never knew when eventually would come.

Thankfully, since then, his brain had healed tremendously. Still, Ambrosius couldn't help but worry when Ballister had anything going on with his head.

“Alright, well, just be careful, okay? Don't strain yourself.” He kissed Ballister's cheek.

Nimona cackled. “Come on, Nemesis. I don't think the boss is gonna let some dumb headache slow him down! He's not made of glass, you know. He's ten percent solid steel and a hundred percent badass!”

“My arm makes up five percent of my weight, Nimona, also it's made of titanium.” Ballister smiled at her.

“See? Even cooler.” She returned to what she was doing and Ambrosius sighed. Maybe he was being a little overly anxious.

But as the day went on, Ballister seemed off. Foggy, distracted, a little bit uncharacteristically emotional or snippy sometimes. Even Nimona noticed, Ambrosius could see the puzzlement in her face even if she said nothing. It all came to a head later that day, they were at a park and they were noticed by members of the public, who started their usual barrage, asking frankly triggering questions and requesting photographs and signatures.

Ambrosius was used to all that, but while Ballister was somewhat accustomed to it, it always stressed him out. Ambrosius managed to fish his lover and Nimona away from the paparazzi and back to the safety of their vehicle.

“You guys alright?” Ambrosius started it up, flying through the airways. Ballister didn't answer, he glanced over. “Bal?”

His lover looked distant, blinking fast, looking around in a haze. “Do you, lemon?”

“What?” Oh shit. “Nimona, take his arm off!” Ambrosius began landing the vehicle in a safe place.

“What?” She looked quizzically from the backseat.

“Now! He's having a seizure, the prosthetic is wired to his nerves and muscle, the electrical signals can make it go nuts!”

Ballister knew a seizure was coming when he tasted lemon out of nowhere. They needed to get it together quickly, he was already having trouble speaking.

Quickly Nimona reached forward and disconnected the arm, and not a moment too soon. Ballister’s face twisted and his head began to jerk, along with his right leg, a rhythmic back and forth motion. Once Ambrosius was safely parked, he grabbed the blanket from the back seat and cushioned Ballister's head, and started a timer on his phone. A car was not the ideal place for this to happen, he wasn't completely sure of the protocol. Ballister was at least buckled, so he couldn't collapse into the dashboard. “It's okay, Bal.” He whispered softly. Everything will be okay.”

Nimona's eyes were wide with terror. After sixty-two seconds, Ballister went still, his eyes blearily gazing in front of him, foggy. Ambrosius stroked his hair. “It's over, love. It's over. You're okay.”

Nimona swallowed. “What happened to him?”

Ambrosius exited the vehicle and came around to open Ballister's door so he could more closely check up on him. He unbuckled him and helped him out of the car, supporting most of his weight. “Nimona, let me lay him in the back, he needs to lay on his side.”

Nimona moved out of the way. “What happened to him?”

Once Ballister was laid safely in a recovery position, Ambrosius sat beside the car and stroked his hair. “He had a seizure.”

“A seizure? I thought you had to be born with those. I've never seen him do this before.”

“He hit his head, a lot, after–” Ambrosius swallowed. “After what I did to him. It all added up, and left enough damage that this happens sometimes. Eventually it's supposed to go away, but we have no idea when. He's okay, he just won't be able to talk for a few minutes. Will you sit back here with him? Just make sure he's breathing okay, and try to comfort him while I drive home. Sometimes he gets a little emotional. You can give his arm back, too.” He swallowed. He wanted to comfort Ballister, but he needed to get them home safely. Ballister could recover better at home.

Nimona didn't seem to know what to do, but for once, she didn't argue. Ambrosius drove home hearing her speak softer than he ever had, in a reassuring voice.

When they got home, they managed to assist Ballister inside. He could now understand speech and get out a word here and there, but he was mostly disoriented and exhausted. Once Ambrosius checked that his breathing was normal, and he didn't have any severe bites in his mouth, he tucked him into their bed and let him rest, setting a timer to wake him up and check on him.

Nimona looked gaunt, she paced the living room.

“Aren't you a thousand years old? I thought you'd be used to things like seizures. This wasn't a bad one, thankfully. He's okay, you don't have to worry.” Ambrosius was a hypocrite. He was extremely worried.

She shook her head. “Not that, I mean, I've seen them before, they're normal, I've known thousands of people– but I didn't realize— I didn't realize someone could hurt their head so easily.” She whispered.

“What do you mean?”

She swallowed. “He got hit in the face with a rock when the Institute blew up. And I dragged him home. And I didn't even try to make sure he didn't hit his head! He was getting smacked into curbs left and right and– and I thought it was funny!” She rubbed her face. “I haven't been close with a human in so long, I forgot how fragile they were, how even something like that– it's partially my fault, don't you get it? I was careless and he hit his head and now he's suffering because of me.”

Ambrosius swallowed. Ballister told him about how Nimona said he'd hit his head on the curb when she took him home, and yes, it had contributed to several in a series of head injuries. He sat on the couch. “Nimona, it's not your fault. I knew about that. The doctor said the concussions hadn't helped, but most of the damage was from the debris, from Todd beating him up, and from when he fell through the stadium floor. It's just– how it is.”

Nimona sat on the couch beside him and sniffed. “You don't understand. I forgot how easily humans can be hurt. How easily they can die.”

“Oh…” Ambrosius looked down. “Well, for what it's worth, I don't think he'd be here at all if it wasn't for you. Humans are weak, but Ballister is strong. He's kind, resilient, and forgiving– I know that better than anyone. He's gonna be fine. Don't beat yourself up.”

Nimona sniffed and smiled at him. “Thanks, nemesis.”

[gemini526sdumptruck]

And now here's a proper introduction for the Emobjects!

I'm gonna be honest, I only still call them that because I don't have a better name xD.

I made these backgrounds, featuring little character symbols I made for each of them! These actually took longer than I anticipated! I didn't feel like making alternate poses for them after that so I decided to just make their bio post now lol.

Let's meet them!

Heartbreaker (She/Her): Heartbreaker is a dark angel who was sent down to Earth by the leader of the dark angels, Timekiller, to deal with some dark creatures (still deciding what) who planned on invading Earth. Realizing she was probably going to be here long term, she figured she needed somewhere to stay and something to do. So she set up a home for herself and decided to somehow enroll into the local high school, everyone would hopefully think she's just a regular teenager. This is where she would meet the rest of the group, who would slowly but surely consider her one of their bunch. Heartbreaker tends to take things extremely seriously, especially her mission. She was also hesitant to warm up to the others, because making friends was absolutely not her goal. But just how the others grew to like her, she came to like them as well. Hearbreaker can be snippy, is very straight to the point, and doesn't take anything from anyone. Her mallet is her primary weapon. It packs a powerful punch, but it's very heavy. Yet you will never catch her without it. Despite her unapproachableness, she is very loyal to the people she can tolerate.

Shady (She/Her): Shady isn't exactly the social type. Unless if she's around her friends or her sister, Shady's first instinct when it comes to conversations is to try and end it as soon as possible. She's a little deadpan and pretty blunt in her speech, too. However, Shady has a passion for creating and writing. Shady likes to sketch things in her sketchbook, writes short poems, and when she's really feeling it, whole stories. She was the first to meet Heartbreaker, and Shady thought she was the coolest object she's every seen. Like she's not imagining things, that girl actually has wings! Shady still isn't the most talkative, but when you get her going on something she's pretty nice to talk to.

Fang (He/Him): Fang is a half vampire, only half because he was turned rather than born that way. However he fully embraces that. Fang is probably the most social of the group. He talks...a lot. One of his favorite things to do is scare people for fun, whether it be pretending to bite them or just generally freaking them out by describing how he lives his unlife. He hangs from ceilings sometimes, he sleeps in coffins (which is how he prefers to sleep), and he even drinks blood (from frogs but he still counts it as blood, blood isn't easy to come by in the object world).

Deathcap (He/Him): Deathcap is snarky and tough. He's generally closed off from other people, and the rest of the group are really the only other people he interacts with genuinely. He can also get pretty aggressive, especially if someone else is dissing him or the rest of the group. If somebody takes a swing at him, he'll likely swing back with an insult of his own. Deathcap is a bit of a metalhead, and if you see him with earbuds, he's probably listening to metal on full volume.

Pinz (He/Him): Pinz is a bit of a strange one. He was found by Fang one day while he was walking through the graveyard. Pinz is a zombie doll thing who before joining the group was just wandering the graveyard aimlessly every night. After Fang befriended Pinz, Pinz got attached to Fang pretty quickly, and started following him everywhere. Fang decided to just introduce Pinz to the rest of the crew, and Pinz has stuck with them ever since. Pinz doesn't have a lot going on in his head, and he doesn't say much. All he's really able to say is his own name, "Pinz". Despite being a literal zombie, Pinz is harmless. He's actually quite friendly, but not a lot of people wanna be around him because of how scary he looks.

Acute (They/She): Acute was a mutual friend of Shady before joining the group. Acute sticks out in comparison to the others, but that doesn't bother them! They're just happy to be included in the group. Acute is excitable and could also be described as hyper. Acute generally just loves to have fun. They find fun in going online and posting whatever random thought is on their mind, visiting the arcade and maybe getting a burger along with it, and they especially like to dance to music on their playlist. (I also still desperately need to give them their own accessory xD)

Radiax (He/Him): Radiax has a passion for science, he's always had one. He definitely teeters on the line of "mad scientist", and he wears that label like a badge of honor. Debatably the smartest of the bunch, Radiax has his own secret lab in the basement of his house. His parents think he's just playing around, but they have no clue just how serious Radiax is about this science stuff. Weird sludge, probably toxic goop, and slime that seems to move all on its own, Radiax knows it all. Classic monster movies and creature features are some of his favorite media, the freakier the better! Radiax himself is intelligent, eccentric, and at times pretty smug, but often has the most "out there" solutions to things (almost all of them involve some kind of weird liquid he made).

I love these guys so so much. I hope they feel more like actual characters now, that was my primary goal here lol.

[intubatedangel]

Pageant Fever : Chapter 2

Chapter 2 for everyone, later than I’d wanted, but it was just so stupid hot weatherwise, that I’ve been spending more time hugging a cold tile floor than I have writing. Anyway, hope you enjoy this next installment. There’s a bit more catching up with characters, but we get close to the real action towads the end.

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Story Index    

Pageant Fever: Chapter 1

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Awareness came back to Zara gradually, like wading through sludge in a thick fog. She could hear sounds, but to begin with, it was little more than a muddled mixture of pitches. Gradually it started to resolve into something more. She could tell it was voices, and eventually figured out they were filled with a concerned tone, but the words were still beyond her reach. Sensation started to come back to her body too. It was not pleasant, the detached floaty feeling of her arms and legs. And the tingling that came after, pins and needles that felt like being stabbed all over. Eventually it eased and things started to come into proper focus. She let out a groan and fought to open her eyes.

"I think she's coming around." A voice said. Zara blinked a few times as she tried to look towards the speaker. It was Katie. She was kneeling over her, holding a small battery powered fan that whirred with a high-pitched whine. "Hey Zara. Can you hear me?" She asked.

Zara let out another groan as she looked around. She was still back stage, but in a slightly more open area. Most of the other contestants were lingering around, there were a few other fans pointed towards her, but they were at least keeping their distance. There was someone she couldn't see.

Despite it clearly being long enough for the others to move her a distance, and for her to regain consciousness, her mother was nowhere in view.

"It's okay Zara, you fainted, but you're okay, don't try to move just yet."

Zara merely grunted, letting herself lie still for a while. The tingling eased off, but she didn't feel fine. She felt hot, like she was still under the bright burning lights. And it wasn't just her imagination. When Katie pressed her hand to Zara's forehead she let out a gasp.

"She's still burning up." She turned to one of the other girls. "See if you can find an ice pack or something and bring those fans closer."

The girl ran off, dodging around slightly as someone else approached wearing a sparkly gold suit jacket. "Ladies, ladies, talent round is starting in 2 minutes, what's the hold up!"

Katie turned towards him, the makeup that made her smile striking turning the frown that she wore into something twice as fierce. "Are you blind?" She hissed.

"Hey. Don't get snippy with me. We're on a tight schedule here, if she's ill, she's out. And if number 1 isn't on stage in 2 minutes, so is she. That goes for all of you. No show? No shot." He snarled at the girls. One or two pulled away and headed back to their dressing cubicles, but most of them stayed put, gathered around their friend. "Looks like the judges won't have much to choose from." He said, turning on his heels. He pulled up short when he heard a freakish gasping.

Throughout the host's tirade, the pins and needles had returned to Zara's body with redoubled ferocity. They were joined by hazy swashes of colour flickering across her vision as patches seemed to vibrate and distort. She could feel her arms and legs trembling amongst the miniature stabbing sensations. Then everything exploded for an instant before replaced by black in an instant.

Katie swung her gaze around to Zara, just in time to see her eyes roll up into her head. Her friend let out another strangled gasp as her back arched, arms and legs rapidly escalating from slight tremors through to shakes, into the erratic thrashing of a full-blown seizure.

"Oh god, Zara! Some-someone call an ambulance!"

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Lucy was sat in an unobtrusive first aid room just off the main hall of the convention centre. It was one of her days off from her actual paramedic job, but like most people and especially those in the emergency services, money was getting a bit tight. So, she was here, earning almost double her normal daily wage. The organisers of big events, and the locations themselves, didn't want to risk any blow back from injuries or incidents, so they would pay good money to have a couple of fully trained paramedics on hand.

The first time she had done a shift here, she had been surprised at the first aid room. Considering the unobtrusive door, she had expected something more like a closet with a basic office style first aid kit. Instead, it was large enough for three beds, and a comprehensive selection of equipment. They could easily deal with cuts, sprains, and breaks, they even had proper splints and a full back board. There was a monitor/defib just like they had in the ambulance, and a reasonable selection of BLS gear. They only thing the room really lacked compared to an ambulance, was drugs. They had some naloxone and epi-pens but beyond that everything else in the cabinet was standard over the counter grade pain relief and topical gels.

Which was why they would happily pay good money for a qualified and currently licensed paramedic. An agreement was in place with the local trust, allowing medics to sign out a drug kit for these sorts of large events. Any usage had to tightly documented, and the most controlled drugs were excluded, to prevent them being a particularly juicy target, but at least it gave a reasonable number of options to deal with most situations until a proper ambulance arrived.

It had been a quiet day so far. Someone had tripped off the end of the escalator, earning a sprained wrist and a friction burned knee, and there'd been a couple of people who had been mildly dehydrated thanks to the warm summer weather outside. Other than that, Lucy had mostly sat at the table on her phone. On older woman, Janice, sat opposite her. Although she had retired from the ambulance service almost five years ago and was approaching seventy, she had a wealth of experience and could easily keep up with Lucy. Janice had in fact been the one to get Lucy involved with these side gigs, having worked with her when the younger medic was a trainee. She still popped by the station regularly to catch up with the crews and offer advice if needed. When she overhead Lucy complaining about the cost of car repairs, she jumped in with the offer of these side jobs.

"Keep that ice pack on it until it’s all melted. If it’s still painful tomorrow go to the doctors, alright." Janice was saying to the young man with the sprained wrist as she showed him out the door. She then returned to the small table, and her cup of strong black coffee. She settled into the seat and took a long sip, grimacing slightly at the taste. Lucy had asked her about it, even tried to show her other methods of coffee that actually tasted pleasant, but Janice was set in that respect. She glanced over at Lucy, looking at her hands. "That fool boy, whatshisname still hasn’t proposed yet?"

"Matt." Lucy reminded her. "And not yet."

"It's been what? Two years?"

"Yeah. It's not that long."

"You young people." Janice said with a humorous tone as she shook her head in an exaggerated manner. "My Kenneth, god rest him, put a ring on my finger after only four months."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "And you spent 48 years happily married." She recited, having heard the tale a dozen times over the last yeah.

Janice grinned and chuckled, then turned more serious. "Have you considered dropping a hint or two?"

"I might have thought about it. I don't want to push too hard though. He's dealing with a lot at the moment, with the promotion and the tensions at the moment." Lucy replied. Even though the local police department had never been involved in any noteworthy incidents, and in fact had one of the best records in the country, events far away had still prompted greater scrutiny. The commissioner’s response, while factually correct in relation to their record, had been distinctly tactless. Now, if he wanted to keep his job, he needed to fix the damage. Which meant creating a position to improve community relations, and who better than an officer who was still held in high regard by the press and public for his heroics during the sinking of the Beetle?

The first month had been tough on Jones, who preferred to be on the street actually doing something. Being trapped in endless meetings and conferences had grated on him, especially when he had to contend with the same head of HR that had landed him on the river patrol in the first place. The suits had wanted a poster boy, someone to distract the press until it blew over. They hadn't expected Jones to have ideas, or the will to fight for them. At least now that he had managed to push his plan through the various committees, and was out there trying to implement it, he seemed to be getting back to himself.

Janice was about to respond, when the radio sat between them on the table squawked.

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Anna stood outside the window to the creche, hiding slightly behind the wall. She could see Hope through the window, her daughter laid out on a plush mat, seemingly happy enough. She was, as much as a 6-month-old could be, somewhat used to being without her mother for short periods of time. Between checkups and the latter stages of recovering from her ordeal, Anna had had to leave Hope with Carl or her grandparents a few times. It was often harder on Anna, leaving that little bundle of joy. While she had every confidence in the creche's staff, they were all degree level educated in early years care and education and knew she would only be a quick call and a few minutes away, it still tugged at her.

She shook her head and blew out a breath, taking one last look at her daughter, before she turned on her heels and headed for the main elevators. She emerged back by the nurses station, which was just as bustling as ever. Trish and Tilly had disappeared, but Carl was still at the desk, his back to her as he leaned over a chart, absently tapping the pen on the desk as he scanned through it. Anna walked over to him, glancing at the chart. On the front sheet was a toxicology report. She could see a couple of the lines were highlighted. She looked at him, seeing the frown on his face.

"Something wrong?" She asked him.

He looked at her, trying to smooth the frown without much success. He sighed then shrugged. "There's been another wave of spikings." He muttered, then waved at the chart. "19-year-old girl came in early this morning after having a bad reaction. She crashed out of nowhere, and we barely got her back."

"That's good though isn't it?" Anna asked, slightly confused.

Carl gave a noncommittal jerk of his head. "This new batch that’s out there. Something in it is causing direct damage to the cardiac muscle in some patients. Cardiology are giving her the wrong side of 60/40 odds, and they're already talking about fitting an LVAD."

Anna fell silent, deep in thought. An LVAD, or left ventricular assist device, was an extreme measure. As the name suggests, it assists the left ventricle by effectively taking over its job. It requires open heart surgery and permanent power and is generally used as a stop-gap measure until a transplant is found. If cardiology was already considering it, the patient must be in serious danger. Carl was still frowning down at the chart. "I understand how bad it is for her. Why are you upset though?" Anna asked. She knew Carl would often get invested in his patients, it was part of why she loved him and why he was a great doctor, but the anger she could sense in him was something new.

He looked down and had to consciously unclench his fist, letting out a long sigh. "I know we're quite a few years from it, but I'm already imagining Hope being out there, being a victim of something similar."

"Ah." Was all Anna said, as her own mind took up the same thoughts. She reached out to take his hand and the two of them pulled close to each other, leaning on one another for a few moments.

"How was Hope?" Carl asked eventually.

"She seemed happy. I kept on eye on her for five minutes and she didn't kick off. I think it'll work out fine."

"Good. It'll be nice to have you back." Carl replied, giving her hand a squeeze.

Anna nodded, looking out over the department, finding herself excited to be coming back. She spotted Tilly on the opposite side of the station, pushing an IV pump towards one of the store rooms. "How's Tilly been doing?" She asked with a slight nod in the nurse’s direction.

"Ha. Give her another year and you'll have some serious competition." Carl replied, then seeing Anna's arched eyebrow, he held up a hand. "Not in that way." He chuckled. "She's great. Passionate and dedicated with the talent to match. Hell, she volunteered right off the bat to pinch closed an artery, on her first day. Whatever you said to her, it certainly rubbed off."

Anna couldn't help but smile. It was good to hear the student nurse was excelling. She had also seen that Anna was back, and having deposited the IV pump, was making her way over. Anna opened her mouth to congratulate her on that glowing review, when the red phone rang.

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Lucy and Janice were both hurrying across the convention centre, laden with their bags. A member of the convention centre's staff had radioed them, describing a young woman in the middle of a seizure. An ambulance was also reportedly on the way but had given an ETA of fourteen minutes.

The pair entered Hall G, scanning over the stalls and crowds until they saw a member of staff running in their direction. They followed, paying no attention to the colourful displays around them. They were guided towards the stage that had been set up, then down its side and through a gap in the black curtains into the back stage area. The staff member ushered them down the narrow curtain corridor and into the dressing area. A huddle of people was a clear indicator of where their patient lay.

"Let us through please." Lucy called as they rushed up to the group. Thankfully they parted easily, backing away to give them plenty of room, and the two medics finally laid eyes on Zara.

The young woman was still deep in the grasp of the seizure, her limbs twitching in a chaotic rhythm as her brain fired off random impulses. Her chest heaved as she took gargling breaths that hissed through her teeth producing a thin foaming spittle. Luckily for her and the two medics, it was clear one of the bystanders had at least some rudimentary first aid training. Probably the girl whose hands framed Zara's head but didn't try to hold it tight, keeping it on a cushion so that Zara didn't smash her head against the floor as she thrashed.

"What's your name?" Lucy asked the girl as she shrugged the bags off her shoulders onto the floor and knelt down beside the trembling form, reaching out to grab Zara's arm, trying to find a pulse as she shook.

"K...Katie."

"Ok, Katie. Is she your friend?"

The girl nodded. "Her name's Zara."

"Right. How long has she been like this?"

"I don't know, a few minutes maybe? She... she fainted first, but she woke up again. Then...Then..."

"It's alright Katie, you're doing great." Lucy tried to encourage her, even as she turned to Janice. "She's tachy, at least 160, can you get the monitor ready?" Janice nodded and got to work, so Lucy returned her attention to Katie. "Has she ever had a seizure before?" She asked as she pulled out the drug kit and started to open it.

"I... I don't know! We only see each other every few months. Her... her mom might know."

Lucy took out a needle and syringe, tearing open the sterile packaging. "Can you give her a call?" She asked the girl.

"I don't know the number. She's meant to be somewhere here. I'm sure I saw her."

"Ok, ok, Katie, that's alright. Can somebody try and find her please." Lucy asked the wider group of people.

"I could make an announcement." A voice said. Lucy glanced over to see the announcer, looking humbled and rather sheepish in his shiny suit. She simply nodded at him and turned back to the task at hand.

She grabbed a vial and pulled a dose of lorazepam, then folded Zara's skirt along the side slit, baring her thigh, before unceremoniously jamming the needle into the muscle and pushing down on the plunger.

Meanwhile Janice had the monitor already prepared and was taking her sheers to the sari portion of Zara's dress without any consideration for its beauty or expense. As tough as the high-quality fabric was, the shears made light work of it and within a few moments Zara's chest was exposed to the crowd. She wore a small bra, with thin straps that were almost invisible, and even though her breasts would not be large by anyone’s standard, they bounced and jiggled as her body continued to shake.

Lucy watched Janice dot the electrodes around Zara's chest, noticing the sheen of sweat even as her older partner commented, "She's really warm, like she's running a fever."

Lucy nodded, turning her attention to the monitor as it began to display the activity in Zara's chest, immediately alarming as soon as it had a signal. The lorazepam finally started to have an effect, the thrashing easing into twitches, the picture on the monitor becoming clearer as the seizure induced artefacts diminished. The alarming continued though.

"Looks like SVT, we need to cardiovert her." Lucy looked back at Zara as the seizure seemed to come to an end, leaving the young woman eerily still. "Check her airway! I'll get the pads on her!"

[highlifeboat]

(About Max falling down the stairs) "He is suffering brain damage and nobody seems to notice."

👀 Go on.

Okay, alright, so, just a reminder, Max fell down a Servant's Staircase, which were dark, steep, usually skinny staircases, with uneven steps, that looked like this:

Also known as "Victorian Death Stairs" for... obvious reasons.

When Max fell down these particular stairs they fucked him up. Bones were broken, blood was spilled, it's probably the closest he's been to actually dying. As you can imagine, everybody kind of freaked out over it. They had to allow Miranda to help him, because the Dimitrescus didn't have the supplies to help with broken bones or any internal injuries he might have had.

Now, obviously, he hit his head more than once in that fall, and something like that is going to jostle the brain around. As decent as Miranda is, she's not really equipped to examine the brain (nor did she really want to, let's be real) for things like trauma. When he eventually came too again she basically said "(He) probably has a bit of a concussion. Give (him) some pain medication and (he'll) be fine."

Daniela, who was mainly taking care of him, noticed he was groggy and unfocused, and that he slept a lot which was... concerning, but she (and everyone else) chalked it up to the pain meds just keeping him sedated because he eventually came back around and seemed completely fine (mentally speaking). There was no slurring speech, or vomiting, or uneven pupil dilation, nothing physical that indicated anything particularly wrong. Once he was all healed up nobody thought twice about it.

Max... doesn't remember any of that outside of muddled talk that's basically background noise. He remembers feeling scared, but nothing particularly distinguishable.

Ever since then his short term memory has been... pretty fucking bad. He'll repeat things he's already said, or things needed repeated back to him, if someone asks him to do something he's likely to end up forgetting about it if it's not written down for him. He'll suffer the worst migraine or headache, and get incredibly sensitive to light/noise to a point he just won't get out of bed (or if he does he's incredibly irritable the whole day)

The family is also so used to Max being irritable and "hungover", so the fact he'll whine about headaches and get snippy sometimes isn't really new to them. They just take him repeatedly asking "What?" when they talk to him or him not doing something they ask is him not listening to them.

Daniela teases him about forgetting stuff (lightheartedly) by saying he's an old man. And because it isn't a consistent thing and he doesn't seem to be getting worse she doesn't hold any real concern for it.

Even Max just brushes it off as "Maybe I have been drinking too much." because the fall happened so long ago at this point he doesn't think there's any lasting effects from it. So he just assumed he's killed off braincell by chugging wine.

[paleneckauthorcowboy]

I've been obsessing over The Slenderverse for the past like 2 months and have been writing short one-shots. So, I thought I'd post them! He's the first one as an introduction. Enjoy! (This is a headcanon fic explaining my self-insert ocs' role in the plot of Marble Hornets.) (His name is Kestin)

His involvement in Marble Hornets seems very minimal, seeming like he's just an assistant for his boyfriend (Alex). But little do they know, he wrote the script.

Kestin met Brian and Alex in 6th grade, after moving in with his father; Brian was the first to talk to him, he even complimented his backpack. Brian basically dragged him over to meet Alex and the 3 of them just hit it off!

He's a huge dork that really tries his best to seem cool, by either doing stupid and dangerous stuff to look brave or just trying to be as funny as possible.

He's also a chronic people pleaser, like this man can not say no for shit. He's just so afraid of losing people that he just lets them walk all over him.

He later met Tim in high school, they met through Brian. He and Tim got along pretty well; despite Tim seeming a bit antisocial, he didn't really talk much. So, when they hung out Kestin did most of the talking (High school was when Kestin started coming out of his shell and being more confident) and Tim was chill with that.

Remember how I mentioned that Kestin is basically a walking doormat? Well, that does not slide with Tim around, he gets protective sometimes and is very willing to deck someone in the face if they are bothering Kestin.

Most of the group is protective of Kestin, mainly because he's the youngest of the group, and a very prime target for bullying.

Most of them think he's pretty... well, dumb. He's not very bright sometimes but he is trying his best. Although, his demeanor could very well be all an act, he pretends to be this happy-go-lucky clueless guy but most of the time he's kind of just falling apart inside.

On a less sad note, Kestin and Alex started dating over the summer before Alexs' senior year. Kestin asked Alex out and to his surprise, he said yes and now they very happily dating. Dude they were holding hands in the halls and were honest that annoying cute couple.

Then they both graduated and came to the decision they wanted to go to the same college, and Kestin was praying that they got to be roommates but sadly they didn't, he instead got bunked with Brian. Such a travesty!/j

Then the filming marble hornets starts and shit starts going downhill fast, Alex gets more and more paranoid and snippy with the cast until Brian goes missing and he gives up on the project. Alex is constantly filming and trying to get rid of the tapes, enter Jay! He takes the tapes and Alex thinks that's a simple enough solution. But then Jay starts putting his findings on YouTube... and that starts a whole new mess.

Now, Alex has to Track down Jay and attempt to cover up his crimes before it's too late. Meanwhile, his boyfriend is spiraling (not directly because of the operator I should add). So ya know how I said he's not as clueless and happy as he seems? Well, that kind of amplifies by like 10× more, he is destaught and destroyed as he realizes his world is crumbling around him.

His BEST friend of 11ish years has disappeared, his boyfriend is losing what shreds of sanity he has (despite him still treating him very well.) and attempting to murder their (ex)friends. He honestly just doesn't know what to do, so he does what he always does... he ignores it, until it slowly builds up inside of him and in the middle if the night, when he's all alone,( or so he thinks), he breaks down sobbing on the floor in front of his bed.

And who stumbles upon him in this state? Well, none other than the first person saw him break his happy-go-lucky facade all the way back in middle school? It's Hoodie(Brian). Kestin breaks and he shares how he really feels, scared, he's scared of losing his only loved one left. He knows his love blinds him but he genuinely believes he has no one but Alex left. Not after what happened with Tim, knows that Tim is mad at him, and even possibly hates him.

He thinks he just had to sit and wait it out, and just hope everything ends up fine. He can't leave Alex, nor does he want to. Kestin honestly doesn't care if he might be the next on the chopping block, in his mind; to die by his lover's hand feels very poetic.

Hoodie recorded the whole conversation.

[mauannacreates]

Flufftober: Feburary.

I'm doing Feburary's Flufftober by @flufftober.

As of who I wanted to do the flufftober on, I was thinking about it for a while, when I decided that I wanted to do it with Elaine and Tynan this time around. And honestly, I wanted to write a short story on them for a while, so why not.

For the art I did Elaine dancing while Tynan is watching her dance. I did it a bit differently than usual. First drawing and coloring the picture in, and then I used Krita to color it on top.

So I hope you enjoy the art and the story.

___

Sitting on the desk, Tynan eyes wants to close on him. He looks tries to look around, wait for Elaine to come back. It has been an hour since she has gone. The heaviness of his tired eyes starts to close... When a door slams open.

Tynan eyes shoots open, as his wings flaps a few times. He looks up and see the gray cat with pink hair reaching just above her shoulders. And her white streak from her hair isn’t there. How unusual.

“Elaine! What took you so long?” he asks, the hoodie going half way through his sight. He adjusts it.

She is laughing. “Tynan. You haven’t gotten ready?”

“Ready...? Ready for what?”

“Snappi invited us to a party, remember?”

And it hit him, a party. With lots of people. he remembered that conversation. The green crocodile came to their house a few weeks before.

“Hey hey! Elaine, Tynan, we’re holding a party next week. Feburary 14th, Valentines day! Do you guys want to come?”

“Oh really? Hell yeah, I want to come!” She then turned to Tynan, “Did you want to come Tynan...? I know you don’t like these sort of things, I --”

“Yeah, I can come.” he gave the most convincing smile he can manage.

He thought at the time, that it wouldn’t be that bad. But now since it is the day, he is not too sure if he wants to go.

He looks away from her.

“Is this your way of saying that you don’t want to go?” Elaine asks, with her arms on her waist.

Tynan blinks and his eyes widens. Elaine is wearing different clothing to what she usually wears. Sure, she’s still wearing white, but instead of a dress, she’s wearing white pants with a white long sleeve shirt and coat that falls just below her knees. She is also wearing black boots. He could actually see her gray tail behind her. “You’re really admiring how I look, huh?” Her mouth curves.

“Yes, Elaine. You look beautiful.” He says. If Elaine have her katana made, then she would look even more elegant.

“You want to go? Or are you starting to have second thoughts?”

“Honestly Elaine... I don’t know if I want to go...”

Elaine’s eyes widens for a second, but then she nods slow “It’s ok Tynan... We’ll just...”

A sudden knock come to the door.They look at each other before Elaine goes towards it and opens to see a stubby little green crocodile with the small dark blue T-rex holding their arm. They both are wearing top hats.

“Greetings Elaine and Tynan.” Snippy says with a small smile curving.

“Are we gonna start walking there together? But, oooh, you look so nice Elaine.”

Elaine starts to laugh, putting her arms behind her back.

“Thanks Snippy and Snappi, but Tynan doesn’t want to go today.” Elaine says, “And honestly, I don’t really want to go either.”

“Elaine!” Tynan says flapping on the top of her shoulder, “You were so looking forward to that party." He said, now remembering her talking about it at least half the time she was near him. "You can go if you want to.”

“No, it’s ok. There’s no point in it.”

Snippy and Snappi glance at each other before they face them both.They both had a smile on their face.

“I kinda expected that you didn’t want to go Tynan. Isn’t that right Snippy?”

“Yes, it's ok if you want to be alone for the day.”

Snappi gives them a disk. “Here, have this. Maybe you both will like this song.” Elaine reaches out and grabs the disk, staring at it.

“You know you didn’t have to, right? We’re not your lovers.”

“But you are a charm to have around.” Snippy says and Snappi nods.

“Ok, we will go now. Have fun~!” Snappi says as they grab Snippy’s small stubby hand and they both run off.

Elaine and Tynan watches them run for a minute before Elaine closes the door.

“Well... I guess it’s just us two.” Tynan bobs his head. As they both stare at the disk the reptiles had given them.

“Silence by Marshmello feat Khalid...”

“Who is Marshmello?” Elaine asks, and she looks as if she’s going to laugh. “Is it an actual marshmallow singing this song!?”

Tynan laughs. The thought of an actual marshmellow singing is funny to think about. “I do not know Elaine, but if they say that we’ll like it, then perhaps... We should listen to it.”

Elaine grabs the radio from the room, and puts the disk in, and closes it. Then, a red rose appears from her hand.

“Here. I nearly forgot to give this to you.”

“What...!? For me?”

“Yes.” Elaine says “I would of given a bouquet to you if you came to the party, but I decided to grab one with me in case.” She clips it onto his scarf and he looks at her.

“Elaine... Thank you.”

The song starts to play and Elaine gets up and starts to dance, and Tynan looks at her and smiles, with her arms swinging around with the rhythm.

‘I found peace in your violence

Can't tell me there's no point in trying

I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long.

I'm in need of a savior (Savior), but I'm not asking for favors

My whole life, I've felt like a burden

I think too much, and I hate it

I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring

Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence... ’

Tynan looks away at Elaine, with tears in his eyes, Those memories he’s been keeping for so long is coming back. The song continues when Elaine looks at him. Then she runs towards him.

“Hey, Tynan. Are you ok?”

He breathes in deep and his eyes glance at her.

“I... I don’t think so...” He says, looking down from the table, looking down to the floor. “I am scared Elaine. After when they went and put her in the Telling arc. To test her and to see if they can get magic... But then... She never came back.” His feathers fluffs out, as tears couldn’t stop flowing down.

“... So we’re going to be talking about that time...?” Elaine’s ears droops. He nearly forgot that she doesn’t like talking about it either.

“I... I’m sorry I --”

“Tynan.” Elaine raises her hand. “Don’t apologise. I know it’s harder for you then it is for me. She was one of your pupils after all...”

Tynan breathes out hard. “Yes... I... Having to hide this secret. This... ‘accident’ from others... I still think there are people who think I did something bad to her. I don’t like to hide any of this.”

“I know I...” She leans towards him and her arms wraps around his body. “I don’t like it either.”

Elaine lets go and her slit eyes stares at Tynan, her eyes bent down. “But you know... Even if we are now bounded to this place... You are my partner, and I will always have your back. Ok?”

“... No matter what happens?”

Elaine nods “Yes, no matter what happens. Because we still have a duty to fulfill.” Elaine’s mouth twitches upwards “And because you’re my adorable little marshmallow.”

“Are you trying to sidestep that you’re not a marshmallow too?”

“Oh my god, no!” Elaine says as her face starts to glow red, “Shut up! I am not admitting that!”

Tynan laughs at Elaine, as she starts going on a tangent on twenty reasons on why she’s not a marshmallow.

But that is right. As long as she is there, they can go through anything together. They have gone through countless battles together, so he thinks they can get through the next series of battles, no matter what will come next.

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

the Monster (2016) thoughts

okay I’m gonna go ahead and just put this under a cut because i know it’s gonna be long because I’m gonna ramble and don’t wanna spoil anything in case anyone decides to give this movie a chance! I am going to tag @roughentumble for inspiring this watch

so just right off the bat, i think it was a bit of overkill having the movie open with both a quote and a voiceover about monsters, like pick one or the other because it immediately came across as very heavy handed and yes i know this is a petty complaint

the opening with Lizzy going around cleaning up after her mom was very !!!!! especially when it’s revealed a bit later that she’s going to live with her dad so this is like. the last day she’s with her mom and she’s still cleaning up after her

i do think the opening set the tone for the movie, establishes the theme of their shitty relationship very well and it didn’t drag like some openings do

the mom was immediately unlikeable and she just does not go up from there which is fine if the movie didn’t like. keep trying to make her sympathetic bc no.

very on brand for the mom to be so snippy and short and dismissive with Lizzy, absolutely infuriating to watch but realistic

there was a lot of realistic snipping and just mean comments from the mom, telling Lizzy she’s too old for her stuffed animal and then passive aggressively and inexplicably going “you’re too old for a lot of things” without expanding or giving any other context for was just annoying

the whole thing with the watch seemed like such an attempt to make the mom sympathetic but it just didn’t. because why the fuck would it???

I do also think some of the dialogue choices are very weird, like they speak in a way that’s often very stilted but only in certain parts, it was just weird and would every so often hit the ear very weird

so i’m not a huge fan of all the flashbacks, like yes some were good and established important things but i also feel like they were thrown in to pad the runtime and were placed at really awkward points sometimes, they ended up more distracting and more interesting than the actual plot which is a weird combination but yeah

like cutting to the mom and daughter huddling together right after a flashback of the mom hitting her did nothing but make me want the mom to die sooner

anyway! one of the most glaring things in this movie is how fucking STUPID everyone is in it!

they get in an accident and hit a wolf so obviously the thing to do while injured is leave the car, go up to the wolf, and fucking touch it and when you find a huge fucking tooth buried in the side of the thing, start talking about how the wolf must’ve been fighting something when your daughter is clearly already scared

at one point, i think after the wolf’s body disappears and the tow truck driver is there being vaguely menacing, the mom even goes “are you scared?” like fucking obviously she is!

the tow truck driver is an idiot, he immediately shows up just to do his job wrong and be a bit creepy, taking their stuff and putting it in his truck but telling them to stay in their own car while he “does some work before we can go” which is absolute bullshit that’s not how that works!

then the mom sends the little girl out to fetch their phone from the tow truck only to find it locked and wander into the woods where she finds the half eaten body of the wolf

her mom is stupidly unconcerned and gets snippy with her daughter like??? ma’am you have already pulled a giant tooth out of the wolf, established the wolf was probably running from something and that’s why it was in the road, but you’re not concerned by something EATING it???

and i won’t lie, i do think there is some good tension in the movie! i was tensing, waiting for something to happen!

the way the monster behaves is so annoying and stupid and doesn’t help it be any scarier. it lurks behind Lizzy in the woods then rips off the driver’s arm and throws it on the hood of the car, lets the driver get away, only to squeeze under his truck and drag him under to kill him

it avoids bright light but comes right up to their car to break through the window and pull the mom out

dumbest fucking EMTs ever. they get on the scene to find the mom bleeding in the road with both her and her daughter telling them there’s something that just attacked her and instead of immediately getting her in the ambulance and booking it to the hospital, they ask her questions before even getting her on the gurney and then one of them looks around outside and calls in animal control like????

then, the other EMT goes looking for her, he disappears and she comes back in all freaked out like WHO TF TRAINE Y’ALL

again, the monster that avoids bright lights, comes up to the vehicle with both bright headlights and emergency lights going to directly attack the windshield

the windshield the EMT immediately KICKS OUT???

like lady something just tossed a body on the windshield why the fuck would you get rid of the glass separating you from what’s outside????

the monster then CHASES DOWN the speeding ambulance and rams it off the road making it insanely fast and strong and yet still fucking stupid and a terrible predator because there’s no way it actually ate both EMTs within that time

i will say the flashback with the mom’s boyfriend was genuinely tense, that shot with him glaring at Lizzy, only one eye visible, between the crack in her sheet tent was probably the scariest shot in the movie because i was terrified he was gonna hurt her

the mom figures out she’s bleeding internally and immediately considers it a death sentence which like. not entirely unreasonable but it seems like she gave up pretty fast.

anyway! her dumb plan fails and she gets fucked up by the monster and yet the movie continues

definitely some ending fatigue. they should’ve just had Lizzy set the monster on fire when it was attacking her mom, then after it died she could’ve had her moment with her mom, then left to find the road

also? maybe nitpicky but I hate that she used her toy as bait, like it was smart and a cool detail but i don’t like that it called back to her mom saying she was too old for it

the facedown with the monster when it just didn’t attack her head-on when she didn’t have a light ready was so stupid, just to give her the chance to go “I’m not scared of you anymore!”

they really included one last jump scare just for Lizzy to unconvincingly beat it to death with a stick. like they really should’ve just had it die from the burning alive thing. a few knocks to the head was just dumb.

i do think it was very funny that at the end of the movie when she emerges from the woods, she’s not on the road, she’s in a field. like babygirl you could not have been THAT far from the road, i know this is nitpicky but it stuck out to me

that last flashback made me so mad. jumping from Lizzy clearly wanting to be away from her mom to going “i just want you” felt like such a cop out and an attempt to inject sympathy where it wasn’t warranted or deserved

oh! almost forgot! the creature design! yay practical costumes but the design made no sense to me. the body shape with the weird almost hunched shoulders and the shape of the mouth were just weird and the shiny almost tarry looking body? it was like a lovechild between the monsters from Feast and Venom, which theoretically could work! just not in this movie

also? i kept feeling like the sounds of the monster did not match up with the look, then when it was on fire I distinctively recognized a squealing pig sound effect like wow.

LIZZY’S ACTRESS!!!!! this girl can ACT! oh my god she’s definitely one of the best child actors i’ve ever seen and it’s so sad it was wasted on this movie

overall, the movie wasn’t terrible! there was some nice tension and the creature had potential but the characters were so stupid to an unrealistic level and one of the main characters was so shitty i actively wanted her dead for the whole runtime

if you wanna make a mother sacrificing herself for her child impactful, don’t make her abusive and shitty! like sure a strained relationship is one thing but this woman literally hit her child, verbally abused her, exposed her to dangerous abusive people, and used her as a maid and punching bag

also? RIP wolf, you were the only character who didn’t do anything infuriatingly stupid

[ducknotinarow]

💭 for all Raphs: Technology, Flowers, Regret, Change, and Dreams

| Send 💭+ a topic Kezzie whhhhy XD i'm put it under a read more for length mostly. I'm gonna included some au stuff only if I got something to say for it cause I can, but they will stay under the verse of the iteration I'll specify the au sections ofc. Any talking bits are main verse only tho. 87

|Technology|

"Eh that's more Donatello's thing." Tech isn't really in Raph's skill set, sure he isn't the meat head many other Raphael are but it's still not something he deals with too much. Mostly due to growing a bit of a distaste for his twins inventions and ya know one making him feel like he was gonna die? Yeah raphs not the biggest fan with most technological things. Raph often feels tech isn't all it's cracked up to be seeing how often it sort of fails even. He thinks tech should stay simple as simple as possible at that. But don't mean he won't listen to his brother ramble about his inventions like he used to before. It's sort of how hes trying to meet his brother in the middle when it came to their argument |Flowers|

"Eh I don't think much about 'em, long as they aint mutant ones trying to eat me at least."

Flowers are nice and all but I can't really say Raph is much for flowers, nothing against them he just dont see the appeal himself. He thinks they are pretty of course, they are very pretty. The closest he has interest into flowers is he really like the Sunflower painting by Van gogh as stated Raphs dose has a like and interest in art himself so of course he tends to stray more that way.

But Flower also relate to romance so lets go there uwu

Raph figured out he was more in favor for men when it came to his attraction. Not sure he had a type he just knew what he found to draw his eye like a well dress guy in a suit and tie looks good. SO it is funny that Casey in his trash attire as Mikey would call it drew Raph's eyes. Casey is wild, crazy and totally violent and despite it Raphael took a liking to Casey right away. Raph's pretty hands on with his and Casey relationship not really holding back how he feels and Casey seems to take no issue with how over the top Raph can be. All took was for Casey to say he thought Raph was funny for those seeds to plant and turn more into love than just Raph having a crush. Raphael likes that Casey seems to like Raph for the things that are who Raphael is even when he sometimes feels those things might make him come short compared to the rest. He knows he can make Casey laugh and even feel loved and safe so he takes pride in that.

|Regret|

"...I regert not being a better brother."

Raphael loves his family its kind of all he really has, I mean that's a tad obvious of course. They are the only ones like them and I would say Raphael is pretty close to all his brothers to different degrees. Of course, he is sarcastic to them all but they seem pretty used to the snippy behavior he has demonstrate time and time again. Mostly they blow it off or get annoyed but that's just brothers for you. He is arguably the closest to Donatello. So any fight between them tends to carry more weight. Raphael still blames his and Donatello's fight on himself. From being a jerk towards his brother when it came to their inventions something that Donatello takes a lot of pride into. To not even being away they went through some heart break. Raph really wants to re patch things between especially after Don's time ad a little turtle again where he just spent time with them he's seeing he misses that and feels it is his own fault why that happened.

|Change|

"Eh I don't change much i'm always as I come off."

I dunno if it fits but I'm going with it, I like that despite how negative Raphael can be when it comes to being hero sometimes first to make things out for humans to deal with themselves not understanding why it has to be them to fix the issue. Heck sometimes he doesn't even want to fight instead he pitches they just go home. Much like the time he got to go to the boat party, when seeing people need help? Raphael at his core dose in fact want to help. When he thought he was going to die it was how he wanted to go out even. Raphael can act selfish and sometimes he is even but even when humans don't always have the best opinion of them, Raph with change his tune because in truth he isn't that selfish that he won't help someone in need.

|Dreams| "You uh ya don't wanna be bored with what I dream about now would ya? Nah course not I bet that yappy Raphs dream got way more going on."

Raphael sometimes dreams about Casey, but not in a way you might think. He dreams about them and a life they maybe can have. Raphael has said it from the start he is nuts himself he don't know why he could see forever with Casey from the start he just knew it was what he wanted. He dreams of calling home the same place Casey dose. He dreams of mundane conversations about things being broken or needing to be fixed in their place. The idea of lounging on the couch with out having to worry about falling asleep because if he dose they can stay there all night or Casey could carry him to bed for the night. Maybe little foot steps are in those dreams he hasn't thought to much on that outside knowing he might have to keep telling Casey he can't lay eggs despite being a turtle u-u

Raphael just get's a bit too embarrassed this is something he dreams about just something so normal despite everything about himself, their relationship even Casey himself not being normal he likes to think they can have their own normal.

03/07

|Technology|

"I ain't the geek of the team 'hat's Don's 'hing. Me? I rather break stuff, mostly bones. But ya want the best guy for the job? Ask Donnie hes the wiz"

Yeah Raph ain't much for the tech stuff he tends to keep things more simple as well. Honestly he don't have the patience either. Raph is a more street smart turtle anyway sure he likes to read but his cleverness is far more on the being able to think on his feet aspect over how his twin brother tends to work. Brains and Brawn for a reason and Raph's pretty happy sticking to be brawn he approach to tech isn't to hack its just to smash it. least he tends to know when he should grab something for Donnie to check out later. |Flowers|

"Roses are nice." Despite Raph being mister tough guy we all know this boys got the biggest soft side to him. Raphael never had love on the mind though. Leo may be a romantic and Don dreamed to have a family his own someday. Raphael? nah romance wasn't in the cards he thought. Sure Raphael felt attraction being bisexual he dose tend to lean more towards men himself having a thing for muscular builds. Raphael wouldn't really turn down a chance to get intimate.

Then he gained feelings for Casey. And that was a problem. Casey struggled because of his fathers ways and instilling homophobia into poor Casey. Raphael? it wasn't that it was because Casey is his best friend. His only real friend. Casey the one person in the whole world hell universe that understands and gets him. Nothing about Raph seems to deter Casey away from him. Casey likes Raphael as he is, the broody, grumpy turtle he can be yet here's Casey draping an arm over his shoulders and telling them they should fix their bikes together well letting Raph have a space to air out his temper with out judgement. Casey this chill near laid back guy and well hes good looking. He looks out for Raph as well. Sure Casey likes to tease Raph but he never annoys Raph, despite being able to get on anyone nerves Raph even jumps in defense of Casey. And when he got feelings romantic feelings? Raphael wanted to deny them bury them and hope they die because he didn't think Casey would feel the same. What if Casey was grossed out by it?

Lucky for him Casey actually liked him back, so because Raph was the one to confess first he tends to try that more on his end. Like when he first told Casey he loved him he gave him a rose. He's seen humans do it before, and I like to think it's still something Raph dose for casey to this day present them with a single small red rose. Usually it's for no reason at all sometimes it's on purpose but he will kick Casey's ass if he teases him to much for it. But Flower mean feeling bloom and well that why he likes to do it. Cause Casey was the one to bring that out of Raph.

|Regret|

"....I regret hurting them."

Is it a surprise? his biggest regret is that he broke up with Casey, that he pushed Don out of his life. Raphael is closest to his twin and his best friend they are the ones that Raphael finds peace around the most. But Raphael will never truly forgive himself for what he did. Raphael dosen't know if they ever fully forgave him either. When Casey's needy side get worse Raphael complies because he knows it was his fault when Don shuts him out hes not as quick to push them to speak.Raphael knows he caused some scares himself.

Raphael knows Donnie gone through stuff he wont talk about he always is there if Don wants to talk or not. Raphael was in such a bad spot mentally. He was depressed deeply depressed he was listening to all his negative thoughts allowing them to rule his mind to points he couldn't. He believed how he thought. Deciding to do something so stupid like hurt his twin someone he shares a very special connection with.

And even if he knows better what it means to stick together he knows he can never truly make up for what he did. But he tries. It is part of why he got so close to his niece. Why he always has her side even on things he don't agree with. Raphael wants to prove he won't leave again. By trying to make up for it to Donnie through Ariel.

SK!Casey au: Raph is going to hold some regrets once the truth is out well at least to Raphael that Casey is the killer Raph is sort of regretting how open he was with Casey about everything even if it did sort of save his shell to express his views and thoughts. He regrets going to look for Answer more, because it shattered something for him. Casey to him was this goof ball good guy who treated him and his brothers so kindly. So how can this still be that same guy?

|Change|

"..i'm tryin' I am really tryin'" Rapheal was at his lowest more than once when his anger was so bad he almost hurt Mikey, his pride winding him a victim to Bishop, his depression making him do a lot of stupid shit. Raphael is trying to be better. Trying to change for the better if he is? Well he's not sure but hes too stubborn to give up. When Summer came in his and Casey life she was the light that he needed to start changing for the better, trying to be better about how he lets his mind work. Basically he's learning some self love and keeping to it.

SK!Casey au: Raphael, admittedly can be selfish sometimes he doesn't feel some issue should be his and his brothers problem when the death started Raphael didn't care often fought with Leo about it not being their issue to deal with. Raphael's tone dose change once getting a reality check twice. Once after seeing Buck begin one of the victims it starts to make Raph rethink a lot. That maybe there is something to the whole code of Bushido Leo is so all about. And then when he learned that killer is Casey? Lets just say there is bound to be more change for Raphael. Because he dose still love and care about Casey but how can he be okay with what Casey is doing? Not that he's getting much choice here. Casey isn't giving him that choice.

Even once Casey has him caught Raphael's not sure if he can just change how he feels. He's going to learn Love can be just as confusing as anything else. That emotions can change and be twisted even uwu

|Dreams|

"hmm I don' really dream?"

Raph is someone who doesn't recall his dreams all to well because he has narcolepsy, Raph's know to be night owl himself out late doing who knows what esp when he was going around as the Night watcher for a time. It dose add to why Raph's kind of just a grump over all. He feels rested after he sleeps but grows tried as the day goes on so it's not uncommon for him to be napping around.

Now he dose have other dreams. He dreams Summer to have a life where she is just loved and happy. He dreams of growing grey with Casey. he dreams of having his brothers there when finally dies hoping hes first to go. He dreams of just peaceful days laughing in the kitchen with Casey. It's all he wants.

CC AU:

When Casey asked Raphael to move in with him he asked if they were serious meaning the relationship. He was fine having fun but Raphael would like more, for all he knew Raph was just someone convenient or easy a chance to get their dick wet even maybe. Truth was far more than he thought he could ever have. Casey loved him and wanted to be with him. So Raphael said yes, and headed home but his trips out sort of put a target on his back seemed he made a pattern that someone noticed right away. And Raphael was caught and taken away. The whole time Raphael was captured and held he dreamed of the farm. He dreamed being with Casey on the porch sitting together as the sun would start to set. Casey's arm over his shoulders well they just talked on about the farm. Going on from the horses like Zombie to a cow or something he saw in need of a home.

Raph would wake up to the curl truth and slip back to that escape from his hell. All he wanted was to get back to Casey he wanted to return to the quite of the farm. He wanted to return to the peacefulness Casey gave him the clam quite of a county night the deep blue sky full of stars. Just like Casey's eyes he always loved the ocean but he was finding that a land lock area called to him more.

12

|Technology|

"Yeah, ain't my thing can' understand half the gibberish Donnie says as is. He's the expert." I find it funny how often Raph in 12 just breaks things to get them into cells and such because he just doesn't not have the time to wait for Donnie to like hack into. For being a ninja Raph tends to gloss over the stealth often. I do like that Donnie at one point tells Raph he's got it when Raph's ready to do it again even taking on of his sai, though more precise than Raph is when he just jams his sai into something to bust it up. Considering Raph is often shown opposite on the thought process to Donatello. Even Mikey seems to understand tech a bit better from how he learned to use cell phone signals to track the pizza boy, able to do the same so they could find Casey. Yeah Raph is safe to say technological illiterate because even Leo can understand to a degree what Don is saying once dumbed down a bit. Raph will pick on Donnie for it but doesn't stop him from just assuming Donnie will know either. |Flowers|

"Case could pick a dandelion out of the side walk and give it ta me and it would be my favorite flower."

Raphs feelings for Casey started the day Casey saved him from getting ran over by the train, Casey didn't have to is the thing. Him and Raph had been at odds the second they met. But Casey saved him. Raphael's feeling for Casey only grew from then because Casey much like then was always there for Raphael. Casey actively listens to Raph even when it might not seem like he is, Casey became somewhat of a safe space for the turtle he could vent towards. Casey never saw Raph's anger as a bad thing either likely because he deals with his own anger issues and it just felt nice for Raphael to have someone in his corner when sometimes its like he never did. His feelings just grew and grew till he realized what he felt was romantic. I honestly think no matter what happened Raph would struggle to confess because what if confessing made him lose his friend? Raph just got lucky there was excuses for why he wouldn't or had to. But after some time Raphael felt kind of bad for keeping it to him he thought maybe the feelings would fade? They only grew he found he loved the big things about Casey and the small things. He loved how Casey was loyal, Casey values friends and family. Casey someone Raph can spare with in a fight, share interest in hobbies. Casey got dark hair and deep brown eyes, and cute little freckles uwu Boy can't help it hes hooked.

Raphael might not always be the best partner he will and often makes mistakes but hes willing to talk them out and fix things. Because at the end he knows he loves Casey And he just wants to do right by Casey. He soaks up every moment with them patrolling or holding them at night eve.

|Regret|

"Mona, how I was to Donnie, how I treated Leo when he was named leader, how I treated Mikey for years, not better watching Spike, not noticing Casey was spiraling sooner, not being able to protect them..all of them." Safe to say Raphael hold a lot of regrets, i'm gonna dive into a few though.

Mona: Raphael got along with Mona pretty easily and he even tried to convince the others they should work with the salamadians but after their first fight they weren't willing to trust them. Raphael did make friends with her and yeah he did find her to be attractive but that was about as far that went. He had Casey and Casey is his whole universe. But he still nearly lost Casey even thought they broke up for a time, happy to see it wasn't true. He did keep his friendship with mona and it paid off well that they had allies in space. However Dregg soon found out about this friendship and used it. Mona betrayed Raphael's trust and called them for help Raph of course came to her aid like he would any friend he cares for. But then it was revealed to be a trick. Luckily Donnie and April were back on the ship. But he put Leo, Mikey and Casey all in danger. Raphael was pun intended shellshocked by it all. It took Casey to snap him out of it. But thing is? this has stuck with him it's why he never wants to talk about Mona once they got through everything. Mona showed him that he may want to protect those he cares for more than anything but somethings he can't protect them from. It's a near fear he has been made to realize and it keeps him up at night. I like to think he might break down one day and confess this fear. Something he is reminded of later when Giant big mutants attack them and take everyone away. He is able to get past fear and save them but the fear has very well been cemented in his head and he blames it all on Mona.

Donnie: Raph feels awful for what happened when Donnie got sick he was hurt with Don sure and even tells him when confronted but he feels so bad for not being there when Donnie needed him, even if Raph is going to be there when Don's illness and stupid gets the better of him Raph still feels that guilt. Don is his brother and well to Raph there just isn't an excuse to him not to protect them. That his brother and Raph would be lost without any of them. But even more so with out Donnie.

Casey Spiraling: Raphael is meant to be Casey boyfriend and best friend. He knew all of the stress Casey keeps from the others. How he broke one day because despite hoe he carries himself it was just too much on his shoulders. Raph knew it was because of his mother Casey strives to keep it all together best he could as well. He knew Casey went to see his mother just before he stopped responding. Sure Raph had no way of knowing what was going on but he could have found out he could have been then for Casey sooner. So Casey would gone of the deep end. It's why Raph promises Casey mom he'll do better, why he will make the same promise to Casey dad. Raphael wants to be there for Casey no matter what it is

Raph soon learns all he wants to do is just protect those he cares for, he knows that is a big thing to ask but he dose he has so little and he might not be able to fully shield them but he wants to protect them all with all he has. He doesn't care if that price is himself in the end. Foot!Casey au:

Raphael wonders if he had been far more open with his feelings for Casey even when they were together if maybe he could have stopped what happened. If he had shown Casey just how much he really loved them feeling it wasn't enough could he have helped Casey sooner? If Raphael had made his devotion better know, let Casey see it wasn't ever light heart that Raph's love for Casey burns as hot as his temper then maybe Casey would understood he really dose love him. That he loved him for real, it wasn't about anything physical only. Sure that was fun and sure it how Raph got his emotions through but he should have made a better effort to word those feelings. Even when he has Casey back he worries about it all.

|Change|

"Change is natural, all stuff changes." Raphael and Splinter's relationship wasn't always the best and it wasn't all that bad either. Raphael just really seeked his fathers approval but all he felt was that he was just wrong. That Leo was the favorite the better son and more. That no matter what Raph did no make how good he was in sparing and even art it wouldn't ever be enough for Splinter. And this did put some strain there he loves his Dad he really dose, why he freaked out thinking they had died during the kraang invasion. Raph biggest issue with Splinter is when it came to dealing with his anger. Raph just holds a lot of emotion in him and Splinter tells him to be a stone in river and let that stuff roll over him. B ut that isn't who he is. HE tries he dose but then the water gets to high and he feels like he's going to drown. Raph is fire he is meant to burn.

Raphael just needs to learn that fire isn't always destructive.

|Dreams|

"...yeah I actually don' sleep much."

Sometimes Raph dreams nice things about him and Casey and their little family. He dreams about them just being together, cheering Casey as his games and such. Hanging out with Angel or his brothers for get together even. but not always are they nice dreams uwu.

Raphael deals with a lot of nightmares, sometimes he just doesn't want to sleep at all. He rather skip it if he can or survives on small naps here and there. His best sleep is when Casey's around. He likes having Casey curled up against him, even if he doesn't sleep he least can doze well holding on to Casey. He keeps them close and buries his face into Casey hair. When he dose dream he seeks out Casey for comfort. Dreaming about losing Casey, losing his brothers, April and more. It's always the same reason because he didn't do enough and it plagues him a lot. So sometimes he fakes that he's going to sleep and waits till Casey out before he just cuddles in against Casey. Sometimes when he really bad he'll ling his fingers with Caseys and hold their hand through the night.

SF

|Technology|

"Uhg still no." I'm running out of things to say here XD Raphs and tech just don't mix XD |Flowers|

"...I kind got good with making paper roses."

And yes he dose want to give them to Casey uwu

Reason behind Raph knowing how to do origami is because of Splinter. When Raph was younger his anger was far worse and he often got into fights with his brothers so Splinter as punishment made Raph sit down and learn orgiami as a way to work through his anger but also because he would be task with giving what he made to who he owns a sorry towards. Because it takes a lot of time and effort to fold the paper just right it means Raph really has to sit and think on what he did wrong.

It can also be seen as a symbol of luck, becuase one has to sit with their emotions at the time it's like they are being put into every fold even Raph's love for Casey when he makes them hockey sticks and of course roses.

|Regret|

"Not fighting betta." He dose feel better after Casey talks to him when Splinter was take from them but it still sort of eats away at Raphael. He just wants so much to protect those who he holds dear his world is so small, because his world are the people in his life. Losing anyone of them is too much. All Raph had is his fists but sometimes punching just isn't enough. What dose he do when fighting people off isn't enough? It was enough to get Splinter back, it isn't enough to get Donnie to stop blaming himself for everything that goes wrong. It's not enough to get Leo to understand they don't have to shoulder everything alone it isn't enough to help keep Mikey from getting hurt it isn't enough to protect Casey from harms he never knew about.

If Raphael was a better fighter? its why he trains and lifts weights even outside usual practice why he likes going out on patrol with Casey it's kind of like Leo wishing to sharpen his own skills.

|Change|

"Eh I don' 'ike it much."

Raphael isn't on to take to change well he kind of finds comfort in things staying the same it makes it more predictable that way easier. But he also knkw that's some changes are good. When his feeling sfor Casey changed, when they met April. There are good kinds of changes of course there is. But it's the bad ones he don't handle well

When they lost Splinter for one. Thar was a change he didn't handle well missing even the smallest thing about his Dad like thier silly apron. Raphael acted tough as he always dose but emotional? He was a mess he felt lost aimless with out Splinter around sure they could talk and reach his sprit but it wasn't the same. He missed the way they patted his head or grabbed his face to force his attetion on to his father. Way he tried so hard to beat through swarms of bad guys to get things back to hiw it was before.

|Dreams|

"Eh I don' really dream. Dreams are for sleepin"

I have also gave SF Raphie a case of necolyposy uwu boy dosent really get that rem cycle of sleep which is when people dream. Raph dose sleep heveaily once he is out but he dosent ever sleep for long which is why he often is able to up and about with Donnie because well Raphael knows He's at least awake too so he likes getting to spend the time around his brother. Sadly this is likely when he annoys donnie most resulting in Don's revenge to teach Raph wrong. But then he has todo deal with Raph being an idiot later so really he's cause his own pain later.

MM

|Technology|

"Donnie might be a total weeb but he's the tech guy."

I mean outside his cell Raphael's nit much if a tech person still. As the other Raph's they just are not tech savvy so to speak. Dumb? Sort of but street smarts still even when Raphael's in the middle of raging out we do see him able to think on his feet when seeing the car circling donnie and mikey he did at least think of how to stop the car by hitting its break. Happily calling himself awesome for it after. Least when he has a plan often he don't and just either gose all in or decides they could just go home really challenging some 87 raphie here. |Flowers|

"Uh dunno guess rose, sunflower, hibiscus, lily? Thise are flowers? They are nice I guess?"

There is a reason I picked those. Raphael knew if able he would like to go to school so he could make friends later it's because he wants to join a team he just thinks it be fun to meet other people and such. Romance neber crossed his mind let alone his sexual preferences and what not. Even after Raphael starts to sort of get that intrest and such he dosent really know what label fits him. When he dose get intrest he dose know he likes Casey in that way at least Casey's nonbinary though so he's not sure if that really factors or not he just knows he thinks Casey's attractive uwu he likes all thier freckles and their dumb smile. Like most my Rpahs he likes Bisexual male leaning. Especially because Raphael took a major liking to any old movies they watched thar were about sports teams like Remember the titans Sunshine may have made him think about kissing boys as well.

I mentioned off hand he has a crush on the rap singer Drake as well but he don't know that how he feels. Much as much as I like to joke about it this idiot isn't gonna notice that he's romanticly intrested in casey either right away. Despite the obvious signs being there uwu

|Regret|

"Kind regert tellin' my brothers I didn' want thier faces ta be the last thing I see."

Raphael likes to play cool especially around his brothers. Mostly his brothers. Cool os not caring and being the bug tough guy. But deep down? Raphael loves his brothers so much. You can see how much he looks out to protect them with out a second thought even. This don't fit anywhere else I just feel like bringing it up I like to think Raph shell is still cracked thanks to superfly. So it severs as a nice reminder now.

|Change|

"I mean a lot changed now so guess 'hats cool?"

Raphael happy for the changes going on, mkre family is nice having other mutants around helps him feel less alone, less alien even. He gets to go to school and well I thinks he's friendly with some he still really only has April and casey as real friends Casey being his best even if they had a rocky start and nkt many understand how thier friendship works.

|Dreams|

"I dream 'bout fighting a lot. There's no problem there."

Raph, even tells the others he dreams about fighting but not so much actual dreams he has at night just something he felt would be love todo. He still has he rage issues he just full of it and he needs to work it out he dose try to keep it in check he just always feel mad but things like going out into the city, messing around on tje roof with his brothers anything hands on even dose seem to help he dosent really knkw why he so angry and he tries his best not to take it out on his brothers. He very easily could focus it on like Leo when he snitches on them instead he keeps it in and let's it come out more as teenage mood swings and attitude which has a lot todo with how he carries himself around and speaks towards others.

Fighting and sports is a very good way for him to work it out least tap into he as an outlet but this means he may loose control and go to far maybe even. With out meaning too.

That why he dreams of meeting someone who will just get him understand him in a way no one else has. He just feels so alone despite being surrounded by a family. He's not a bad person he's just overly excitable at times and very passionate about what he likes.

[olehistorian]

Ok. So here’s my Downton Abbey: A New Era review: not really spoiler-y, but might be if you’ve not seen it yet.

I just saw the film this afternoon. The theatre was full, approximately 100 women and about two men. Many came in groups and sat together.

I plan on going back next week because I’m sure I missed some things and I just want to go again.

In my humble opinion A New Era was much, much better than the first movie. Honestly, I can now pretend that the first movie was some bizarre Julian Fellowes dream - a la Bobby Ewing in the shower. All the out of character things never happened. Molesley never made an idiot out of himself in front of the King and Queen and the downstairs crew weren’t running around scheming and playing the tricksters.

A New Era is the movie that should have been made in 2018. I think it hit the right tone between comedy and drama. I would have loved more of a true downstairs plot line, but there were a few nuggets of fan fiction-y stuff to keep me happy.

🗝🍷Chelsie - Seeing Charlie and Elsie at home, reading in bed was worth the price of admission alone, even though it was a short scene. I liked that Elsie was less snippy with Charlie in this movie as opposed to the first film. She was once again the nippy-sweetie as opposed to just being nippy. She was genuinely empathetic to Charlie at the end of the movie when they’ve learned not so shocking news. That’s the Elsie Hughes I’ve come to know and love; don’t know where she was in the first film, but I’m glad she’s back. Same with Charlie. We got to see his different sides, not just grumpy bear. The scene with Mary was touching; I love when Charlie shows his father figure, tender side. Chelsie have obviously settled into a happy marriage and all appears right in their world. Also, in the role reversal scene, Elsie was every inch the upstairs countess. I’d have loved to hear Charlie and Elsie’s conversation about her costume. I have a feeling he was impressed.

Mrs. Patmore - at one point, Mrs. P. looked like she’d just rolled up from her house of ill repute. 🤭😉 But, I’m here for it. The scene with her plotting at the dinner table was funny, and sweet. Mrs. P deserves a happy ending. You go, girl!

Daisy - was much less annoying than normal. Obviously, marriage agrees with her. I enjoyed seeing her and Andy settling into young married life.

Baxley- the movie theatre erupted into applause. Nothing more needs to be said.

Anna and Bates - they are happy. Finally.

Thomas - hopefully, he will finally be happy.

Denker - wtf happened to her hair?

I’m less interested in the upstairs folks, but that doesn’t mean I’m uninterested.

Mary - where is the Blessed Lady Mary? Hello? 😂 Seriously, I like Mary when she’s nice, but I like her bitchy side too. We got one snide remark at Edith’s expense. Maybe Mary has matured which is good because it is clear that she’s the new Dowager. Her life has already paralleled that of her grandmother even down to the type of marriage they have/had with semi-absentee husbands. Still, Mary’s quip game needs some work to live up to her grandmother’s standards.

Edith - is using her brain again. Thank goodness for that.

Cora and Robert - are blissfully happy, but why is Robert so tan?

Tom and Lucy - will be living at Felsham Hall. I wonder what Lady Jane thinks about that?🤔

The Dowager - Dame Maggie Smith - 👏🏻👏🏻. I was warned about the last 30 mins of the film, and that analysis was correct. Two hankies were definitely needed. A group of 20 year olds sitting down from me were sniffling too as were some other ladies at the opposite end.

I will say that seeing a few of the actors was a bit jarring as they have, quite naturally, aged (haven’t we all?). It reminded me that Downton can’t go on forever with all the same actors. Of course, I’d love a tv spin off with the Carson’s running their B&B with Mrs. P and Mr. Mason popping by, perhaps little Johnny Bates comes by after school for cookies. Ah, fan fiction!

It seems like Julian Fellowes has tied up all the loose ends neatly. Carson is back in charge, Cora will live, and Mary is facing up to her destiny as Downton matriarch.

If this is Downton’s farewell, I’m well-satisfied.

[tartagliaxx]

Do you mind writing a small head canon of being the younger sibling of Diluc and Kaeya? I think it would be interesting what kind of dynamic they would have if they had a younger sibling caught in the middle of their estranged relationship. Can be angst or fluffy, up to you!

" TROUBLE IN PARADISE "

━━ ☆ INCLUDES: diluc, kaeya (platonic)

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: thoughts on how diluc and kaeya would behave around you, their younger sibling, despite their clear differences.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: spoilers are mentioned

depending on how old you are, i think that the way they'll act about the situation would differ.

if you're as young as let's say, klee, then they would definitely try to hide the truth.

the tension is obvious but your brothers' silver tongues always end up finding a way to divert your attention somewhere else.

however, if you're only a year or so younger, then diluc would sit you down and explain the entire situation. unknowingly, i think he'll end up phrasing his words to make kaeya out to be some sort of a villain.

it's not something i would hold against him because i see him approaching you directly after the fight in some sort of desperation. he's lost and he's hoping for some guidance.

if you voice out your concerns for kaeya, i see diluc snapping and not understanding why.

in the beginning, they couldn't even stand to hear the name of the other so you would have to sneak around just to see how kaeya is faring.

you'd notice kaeya hesitance despite his efforts to pretend as if everything is the same.

while diluc is just... cold. he's always so detached as if his mind is someplace is.

when diluc suddenly went away with only a short, vague letter to explain his absence, the first person you ran to is kaeya.

to say that kaeya is mad is an understatement. not only did diluc leave you defenseless but he's out there making enemies who are more than likely to start looking for you. oh boy.

during that time, it was kaeya who looked after you. he'd buy you all sorts of gifts and snacks. on his free days, he'll take you out of the city to explore.

if diluc had forbidden his staff from letting kaeya get close to you, you'd best believe that he would sneak in at night just to tell you 'good night.'

when diluc came back, he did everything in his power to spoil you and make up for the lost time.

i see kaeya confronting diluc about what he did. he made plenty of valid points but diluc is a bit too prideful to admit his wrongs so i believe they'll find themselves in another fight.

if you happen to be there, they'll reluctantly point their swords down but they'll still be trying to egg the other on.

it's such a frustrating situation and i think it's best if you address it while trying to patch up their wounds.

tell them how horrible it feels to always be the mediator or how you feel like a string this close to snapping from the back and forth that they're doing.

they knew that it's not an easy situation but i feel like they've always assumed that you understood and that you're alright with it.

they're dumb but they're your brothers so there's very little that you could do.

i think they'll try to be more civil after that.

there are fewer taunting comments from kaeya.

while there are fewer snippy comebacks from diluc.

everyone's still on the edge but at least they're not actively trying to commit murder every other second.

if you insist that you have dinner together every weekend, diluc isn't afraid to voice his displeasure while kaeya would laugh it off and say that it's a bad idea.

but if you're very persuasive, i think they'll agree.

it's awkward at best but kaeya would try to converse with you regardless while pointedly ignoring diluc.

you can try to involve diluc but the most you'll get is a few grunts of acknowledgment.

point is, they're willing to do whatever it is that you want even if it physically hurts them to do so.

picnic? alright but don't mind the fifteen feet distance they have.

however, if anything were to happen to you, they're both up and running as if nothing ever happened in between the two of them.

you're always the priority.

likewise, the same goes for looking after you.

if diluc catches wind of someone bothering you and for some reason, he can't help either as the winery tycoon or the darknight hero, then he would subtlely mention it as he hands kaeya his drink.

you'll soon find a group of knights fixing your problem for you.

if kaeya finds something from his dubious sources but he can't act on it because of diplomatic reasons or whatnot, he'd approach diluc with a teasing lilt on his voice but the strained smile on his face is enough to show how serious he actually was.

for some reason, mondstadt's beloved vigilante somehow got that covered.

i also believe that despite diluc's distaste for kaeya, he's also the one he trusts the most with you. i don't know. brotherly instinct, i suppose? like he just trusts that kaeya would never do anything to put you in harm's way.

so when he's out for a business trip, he entrusts you to him. he wouldn't ever ask kaeya for help, god forbid that day ever comes but he would purposely mention it off-handedly in your weekend get-together.

and kaeya just understands.

diluc is definitely a worrywart. he easily assumes the mother's position in your household. it's endearing when he reminds you to eat and sometimes, he'll even make you packed lunches if you keep on forgetting.

he'd very much like it if you keep him updated with your life.

meanwhile, kaeya is a little bit more laidback. if you want to try something experimental like dye your hair or pierce your ears or whatever, kaeya's very supportive.

diluc is a little bit more traditional when it comes to that but in the end, he'll support you if that's what would make you happy.

anyway, kaeya wouldn't insist on finding out whatever's happening in your life not because he doesn't care but because if he did want to know something, he has all the means to figure it out.

tldr; your brothers love you so much and as dysfunctional and tense as everything could be, they're trying very hard for your happiness.

oh, i almost forgot. there's one other time they'll be so in sync with each other.

it's when they find out you have a lover. oh boy. they need to go through them first.

good luck finding someone good enough to fit both of their standards. even the gods aren't it.

━━ ☆ NOTES: hi thank you for requesting! it was very fun to think about so i hope you liked it!

[sluttyminghao]

studio stress | h.vc

w.c: 3.5k request:  hi!! can i request a dom!vernon x fem reader where he fucks her in the studio because he’s jealous? maybe because his gf talked to another member or something lmao genre: smut! pairing: vernon x female!reader contains: dom!vernon, jealous vern, sub!female!reader, mentions of spit play, oral and fingering (fem. receiving), mentions of restraints, marking, slight degradation, vern is a bit of a shithead lmao a/n: amazing idea! thank you for this anon! im also tagging @junsol​ because she wanted to see this :)

Vernon wasn’t the type to get jealous much, if at all really.

He was normally always level headed and calm, and he had no problem with you hanging out with his band mates when he wasn't around, because he trusted both you and them enough to know that neither of you would do anything. Vernon’s bandmates respected and liked you enough to know that you wouldn't do anything with them, and vice versa.

Your boyfriend and his bandmates were currently under a significant amount of stress, however, due to their new album preparing to be released in the following weeks. They were snippy and snide to one another, and their actions didn't always come off in the nicest ways, even towards you, but you knew they really didn't mean it at the end of the day, and they would always apologize to you after.

Today was one of those days, and it was particularly awful. You didn’t know just how bad it was going to be, but if the texts from the other band members was anything to go off, you were in for a doozy.

You were headed towards their recording studio after Vernon had sent you a text to come visit, and you were more than ecstatic to see him after he had holed himself away for a few days, only sparing a few minutes to text you. You hadn’t really minded of course, but you had missed him dearly, and you knew that seeing him would make your day better.

The texts had been short and concise, and only really things like “hello” and “i love you”, but it was nice to know that he was still thinking about you even when he was under so much pressure with his company and his bandmates. You knew that after the album came out though, they would all go back to their happy and relaxed selves, and you would have your boyfriend back in your hold soon enough.

The walk to the studio wasn’t overly long, but the cool winter air had seeped under your various layers of clothes and had ultimately chilled you to the bone by the time you were standing outside the studio, your body shivering and teeth chattering, texting your boyfriend to let him know you had arrived. The door to the studio quickly swung open not long after the text had been sent, and Seokmin was standing in the doorway with his signature sunshine smile.

“Hey you! Come on in, Vernon’s been expecting you for hours!” He exclaimed loudly, his broad frame moving out of the way so that you could walk in to the warm building and attempt to shake off the cold. “Thanks for letting me in Seokmin, how is everyone doing today?” You asked as you shrugged off your jacket, quirking a brow in confusion when you heard faint shouting coming from down the hallway.

“Uh...it’s not going great at the minute,” he muttered, his lips forming a pout at yet another shout, followed by a crash sounded from the room down the hall. He sighed and lead you down the hallway, where the voices became louder and the screaming more prominent, your eyes widening in surprise that the team seemed to be crumbling behind the very door you were about to walk through.

Just as Seokmin pushed the door open to the recording studio, the voices that were screaming just seconds before had become hushed and the bodies had stilled, as if being a group of deer caught in the headlights. Every person in the recording room turned to see who was opening the door, and visibly relaxed when they noted that it was only Seokmin and yourself, making Vernon beam widely as the rest of the band members fell into conversation once more after exchanging their hello’s with you.

He stood up from his spot between Minghao and Soonyoung, and walked quickly towards you and enveloped your body tightly with his strong arms, his favourite cologne drifting up your nostrils and invading all of your senses in all of the best ways. “Hey ‘Sol,” you mumbled, your face smushed into his firm pecs, making him giggle at the slight vibration against his chest.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered into your hair, placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and sending tingles throughout your body. You smiled as you pulled away from his warm body reluctantly, letting him return to whatever he had been doing previously, and finding yourself a chair to sit on while he worked.

Finding purchase on a seat across the room, you found yourself squished between Seungcheol and Seungkwan and quickly fell into idle banter with the two, who were bickering over something you could not quite comprehend, but you also weren't paying a whole lot of attention because you were watching your boyfriend busy himself with recordings.

He was busy concentrating on and discussing an odd bass loop with Jihoon, the pair trying to find the perfect place to put it in the song where it wouldn't sound weird or repetitive. Your eyes unashamedly grazed all over his body, admiring how toned he had gotten over the last few weeks from his constant workouts and personal training sessions.

You were snapped out of your trance however, when Seungkwan snapped his fingers in front of your face to garner your attention. “Were you even listening to me?” He quipped, sass dripping from his voice as he rolled his eyes at you. You rolled your eyes back in response, albeit with a huge grin on your face as he continued his story about picking up his Americano earlier that day.

While you were chatting with Seungkwan, you felt the hairs on the back of your head begin to stand, and it felt almost as if someone was watching you. Your eyes darted around the room trying to find the reason for the suspicious activity, until they finally locked onto your boyfriend’s dark ones. You hadn't seen him look at you like that before, and it only sent shivers down your spine and you forced yourself to look away before you flung yourself at him.

You tried to occupy yourself by having a conversation with Seungcheol, who was showing you some of the lyrics he was writing and leaning in quite close to you. It hadn’t seemed like a problem for you since you were always talking to them about their lyrics and what they were working on, but there was something that felt...off, about sitting and talking to Seungcheol, even though all of your previous encounters with him had been nothing but pleasant and fun.

Vernon’s eyes refused to move off of your form as you sat next to Seungcheol, and all he could focus on was how his blood was beginning to boil, watching how his band mate would wrap an arm around your waist or whisper into your ear and make you laugh at some dumb joke he had explained to you. It was all getting too much for him, and before he could even control himself, his palms were slamming down onto the table with a loud thud, causing the room to fall into silence and everyone’s heads to whip around to face Vernon.

“What’s wrong Vern? You seem a little stressed, almost like you need to get laid or something,” Jeonghan joked, playfully hitting his younger friend’s arm lightly. The room fell into silence again as everyone awaited his response, not sure what the outcome would be from his seemingly harmless joke.

“Everyone needs to leave, I can’t concentrate with all this noise going on,” he finally spoke through gritted teeth, and everyone stayed still for a split second, before they scrambled to gather their things and leave as quickly as possible, not wanting to know what was going to happen once they left.

Because if they knew Vernon, they knew that he was hardly ever like this, and if he was going to snap, it wouldn't be pretty and they didn't particularly want to see it. They gave you quick, worried glances as they left, and you could only remain planted in your seat as you watched your boyfriend’s form tense and untense the more he looked at the music in front of him.

“Are you okay, baby?” You finally squeaked out once the door to the studio had shut and you were left alone with your stressed out partner. He remained silent for a few beats, and you thought about just grabbing your stuff and leaving him to his own devices, but his raspy voice stopped you before you even had the opportunity to grab your bag.

“I didn’t like the way you were talking with Seungcheol, it really got on my nerves,” he spoke through his teeth, hands gripping the table until his knuckles turned white. Your head tilted in confusion, before a small laugh bubbled past your lips from his statement, which you could hardly believe. “Are you serious? You’ve never had a problem with me talking to him before! Why is it any different now?”

His body immediately whirled around in the chair he sat on and he stood up, making fast paces towards you. You suddenly felt overly small in his presence, and even more so with his dominating nature that he was currently exuding. His eyes had darkened a few shades, and it was a look that you were all too familiar with, one that made arousal pool within your stomach and a distinct wetness clinging to your panties.

“I never had a problem before, because he wasn’t flirting with you last time, sweetheart,” His voice was rough as he stood in front of you, a small smirk reaching his mouth before he was crashing his lips into yours harshly, teeth and tongues clashing and you couldn’t help but let a mewl spill from your lips.

“He-he wasn’t flirting with me Vernon!” You managed to stutter out when he pulled away and sat on the couch next to you, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. His head snapped up and his eyes bore into yours again, before he let a sinister chuckle fall from his lips, and he was ripping your shirt off, leaving your upper body exposed to the slight chill in the air, with exception of your bra.

“You must be blind if you couldn't see the way he was undressing you with his eyes and holding your waist tightly, but it’s a shame he won’t ever get to see you like that,” he seethed, letting his lips run across the expanse of your neck and collarbone before letting his teeth sink in to the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

A small hiss left your lips as he continued to suck on your neck, leaving pretty purple and blue blooms across the expanse. Your hands found purchase in his locks, tugging roughly on the roots and pulling him off your skin. “W-we can’t do this here...” you trailed off, voice growing small when you noticed your boyfriend stripping his own clothes off, another laugh slipping past his kiss-swollen lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t get a say in that, I need to show you who you belong to,” he spoke nonchalantly, leaning over your body and unclasping your bra, before pulling your pants and panties down in one swoop, leaving you stark naked in front of him. You face burned red with embarrassment, and you poorly attempted to cover your body up with a pillow strewn carelessly on the couch.

“Why are you trying to hide your smoking hot body from me?” His dominant act dropped momentarily and he let his body fall so that he was crouching between your legs, his eyes softening as he looked at you adoringly. “I-I don’t know...” a stuttered breath fell from your lips as he removed the pillow from your grip and threw it across the other side of the room.

His large hands roughly gripped your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your glistening pussy to the air and his eyes. You saw his eyes grow hungrier and darker the longer he stared at your folds, and he couldn’t help but lean in towards you and lick a flat stripe against you, a smirk playing on his lips when you gasp and attach your hands to his scalp.

“Fuck, Vern! Your mouth i-is like ma-magic” You moaned out, unable to stop your legs from violently shaking with pleasure. His hands kept your legs pried apart, and it only heightened your levels of pleasure when his mouth found your clit and he sucked on it gently, sending waves of electricity coursing throughout your body. “You always did like when I eat you out, I bet that Seungcheol couldn’t even come close in terms of eating you out, I will always be on top” he moaned out loud, reattaching his lips to your folds and sucking vigorously.

Vernon spent a significant amount of time alternating between licking and sucking at your folds, and it came as no surprise to either of you that you were nearing your first orgasm already, your moans increasing in volume substantially when he began teasing a finger at your entrance. “You’re soaked, baby, I bet I’d just slide right in huh?” He teased, hissing when his finger was met with no resistance when he did slide it in.

He could feel your walls pulsing around his finger, and he knew that you would be cumming any moment now. Your whines were like music to his ears, and only spurred him on to add another finger into your swollen cunt, the wet noises making his cock twitch and a groan to spill from his lips.

You were too late in giving him a warning that you were cumming, it happened so fast and before you knew it, your legs were attempting to close around your boyfriend’s head and there was shapes and white patterns dancing behind your eyelids. You could faintly hear yourself crying out his name as you came down from your glorious high, and came to just as Vernon’s hand caressed your cheek.

“That was a powerful orgasm, sweetheart, but don’t forget that I’m not quite done with you yet, I still wanna fill you up with my cum.” He all but growled at you, pulling his boxers down to reveal his hard and leaking length, a continuous bead of precum growing at the tip of his erection. His cock wasn’t overly long, but it still worked wonders inside of you, and the thickness made you feel so full it was almost as if you would split open. 

You leaned over to reach for his cock, but his hand gripped your wrist and held on tightly, making confusion cover your features. “No, we don’t have time for that right now, the members will be back any moment soon,” he replied, laying you down and hovering over your sweaty and shaking body. You could feel his heavy cock resting against your clit, and it only made you shiver in excitement at what was going to happen.

“F-fuck me ‘Sol...make me see stars,” You whined out, before he effectively silenced you by shoving two of his fingers in your mouth and glaring down at you with hooded eyes. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, slut, you’re lucky i don't have anything to tie your hands back with because that’s where they’d be.” He groaned, letting his tip slide down to your entrance.

He teased his cock at your entrance, prodding at it and pushing in slightly, only to pull back out again and leave you a whining and sobbing mess. “P-please...I need your c-cock!” You cried out, your body wriggling around on the couch in anticipation. He quirked a brow at your neediness, stopping his actions altogether and making you whine even louder. 

“Someone is a needy brat tonight huh? That’s bold considering you were flirting with one of my bandmates not even an hour ago,” he scolded, finally letting his cock sink into you slowly. “I- ngh, I wasn't f-flirting with him!” you screamed out, his hips finally meeting yours as he bottomed out with a low groan.

“You definitely were, I could see it in your eyes,” he stuttered out, his hips beginning a rapid and unforgiving pace. His cock was stretching you out so nicely and filling you right up to the brim, and you couldn’t even find the energy to respond to his snarky comment. His cock was making you feel amazing in so many ways, you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head and your legs beginning to shake the more Vernon pounded into you.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight, baby, I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from c-cumming inside of you,” he groaned, lifting one of your legs up so that it was propped on his shoulder and he could angle his cock better inside of you, attempting to hit that one spot inside of you that would have you clenching around his cock in a matter of seconds.

“R-right there! Fuck!” You cried out, your fingers digging into the flesh of your boyfriend’s bicep and leaving bright red crescent marks indented on the skin. He smirked at your cries and continued to hit in the same spot over and over, hissing when he felt how your pussy began clenching rapidly around his cock, making it even harder for him to thrust inside of you.

You were so close to falling over the edge, you just needed one more action to send you toppling, and Vernon knew exactly what to do to send you into that fucked out state. He removed his fingers from your mouth, groaning at the sight of the line of saliva dropping from them and landing on your skin. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here,” he spoke softly, his hand moving down to your clit and rubbing harsh figure eight’s on the swollen bud. His grunts and the way his hips and fingers were moving sent you spiraling over the edge with a loud scream, your body arching up so beautifully.

Luckily for you, the studio was soundproof.

Vernon was so extremely close to cumming as well, and seeing your face and body contort underneath him sent his cock twitching and unloading his cum inside of you, painting your walls white. “F-fuck...fuck!” He moaned out, pulling his cock out of you and watching globs of cum fall from your pussy. He smiled and let two of his digits scoop up the cum and press it back into your folds, a defeated whine leaving your lips as you shook from oversensitivity.

“No more, please ‘Sol...” you rasped out, feeling as if you were on another planet from how lightheaded your orgasm had made you feel. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you, loving how your body shook in response to his actions. “You did so well...so well my baby,” he spoke softly, wiping his fingers on a nearby pillow. His clean hand came up to caress your face, gently brushing some stray hairs out of your eyes and leaning in to kiss you softly.

The kiss was so soft and warm and made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and hold him as close as you could. He finally pulled away from you with a wide grin on his face, before he got up and began to dress himself again and make himself look presentable. 

He turned to you and helped you to dress carefully, kissing over each and every mark he left on your body, as well as whispering apologies into your skin and making you giggle at his adorableness. “Do you feel better now that you’ve gotten some of your stress out ‘Sol?” You asked, smoothing out your hair so it didn’t look as messed up as it had moments before.

He turned to face you and nodded with a huge grin on his face, pulling you in to a hug and swaying with you slightly, humming an unfamiliar tune that nonetheless made you smile and relax into his body. Just as you were about to ask him what he was humming, the door to the studio opened and a few faces popped in, worry on their features.

“It’s okay to come in, we’re all done in here,” Vernon commented, your face burning red with his outright comment. The boys slowly trickled back into the room and made themselves comfortable once more, falling into small talk with each other and you before you decided to make your exit.

“Oh, by the way,” Jeonghan started, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, and you knew that whatever he was about to say to you, would probably embarrass you until the ends of time. You made eye contact with Vernon, who looked just as nervous as you felt.

“Some of these walls aren't soundproof, for future reference.”

[vicious-vixxxen]

Drabble Interest Check #1

So just a quick recap, refer to my previous post for a more in depth explanation- I wanna start sharing some drabbles I write more off of a whim, when idea’s hit me really suddenly, and I just start writing them down, and they never turn into much afterwards.  But, I thought if I shared them with you guy’s, maybe they’d prompt some inspo to request more, to turn them into full fics, with a full story- as most of my drabbles spawn from me thinking of one specific scenario, and building off of it a bit until I get to a drabble length- or more, as this one is nearly 2K lol don’t ask me how, I was super into it as I was writing.  Or urge me to try and and add a real start and finish to them, so put out as full fic’s myself. I also think these drabbles will give you a guys a better idea of what I like to write, what I'm willing to write, and what I'm open to writing. As my drabbles usually hit more angst and nsfw/kink notes. ‘Problematic’ or otherwise. I’ll add some notes to the end of the fic to give an idea of what I had in mind with this drabble, and go more in depth on that. But here it is, I'm actually very proud of this one, and hope to figure out how to finish it at some point.  Established Enji Todoroki X Male!Reader Additionally: Natsuo Todoroki x Male!Reader angst, unrequited love (or is it? ;3))

Shuffling into the kitchen, you grimaced as the carpet turned to cold, hard tile below your feet- wrapping your arms around yourself as you did your best to stay quiet, rummaging around the Todoroki kitchen for some snacks. You’d woken up restless, your stomach growling, and after prying yourself from underneath Enji’s death grip, you’d worked up quite the appetite. The soft sizzle of pork on the stove could be heard soon enough. Not too loud, but that, alongside the soft beeping of the rice cooker, and the delicious scent of your cooking wafting across the lower levels of the house, are what woke Natsuo from a fitful sleep. Rubbing both of his eyes with his fists, Natsuo yawned. Brow lifted in question as he sniffed the air, and checked the clock. Who the hell was cooking at two in the morning?

 Legs swinging off the bed, he stuffed his feet in his house shoes, and set off towards the kitchen. Yawning as he went, lifting up his shirt briefly to rub at his stomach, as he came to a stop in the kitchen doorway. The scents pouring out of it pulling a soft moan from his lips, his stomach twisting with want.

Though not just for food anymore. Not when he saw you moving swiftly around the kitchen, like you’d cooked there your whole life. Trying to be silent, but humming under your breath quietly. Clad in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts...and one of Natsuo’s fathers much larger shirts. The younger Todoroki resisted the urge to roll his eyes, ignoring the steering jealousy that raged within him, in favor of whistling lowly, catching your eye, and offering you a shake of his head, and a soft smile as he moved around the island, towards you. You had enough sense to at least look apologetic, though Natsuo quickly shrugged it off, coming around to inspect your cooking briefly, before allowing himself to be dragged into a hug by you. Something he could vaguely recall being off put by, the first time his father had introduced you to them all. Your affection. Your ability to be so close in so little time. Trusting, caring, sweet, kind. Intimate touch of any kind was something Natsuo had rejected all his life- well, when he could start rejecting it- as his own advances for comfort and touch as a child had been snuffed out quickly. Point being, it had taken him a while for him to come around to you being so...hands on, with him. Seeing you be so hands on with his siblings. It settled something, deep within himself, he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge even existed, but it helped. It helped a lot. Though now, Natsuo rationed quietly in his own mind...now maybe he took things too far. His hands slung around your waist, your arms around Natsuo’s neck- hands in his soft, white hair, face in the boy's neck, where it would usually be pressed to Enji’s chest. You and Natsuo were almost the same height, though Natsuo had you beat on mass- taking after his father already, broad shouldered: muscular. Handsome. He was going to be a fine young man some day...he already was, really. An uncomfortable flip of your stomach followed as Natsuo nuzzled into your neck- and you were quick to pull back slowly after, patting the boys chest with a smile, looking up at him through your lashes briefly, before turning to the stove to flip the cuts of pork in the pan. “Are you hungry?” You whispered, almost conspiratorially, grinning as Natsuo blushed, laughing under his breath, before nodding. “Good. Grab two bowls, it’s almost finished.” You both ate in relative silence, only your contented sighs, and Natsuo’s soft affirmations of how good the food was. As always. You even had Fuyumi beat when it came to certain dishes. Though he’d never tell his sister that. When the food was gone, and all that were left were empty plates, you lead Natsuo back to the large family room, adjacent to the kitchen, both of you taking seats on either side of the love seat/ feet tangled together under a blanket you threw over you both, before dissolving into random, half asleep conversation. Stomachs full, bodies warm, and pliable. Your eyes closed as you recalled something from your childhood- natsuo suddenly wide awake, as his eyes drifted down over your neck, counting your freckles, and blushing as His fathers shirt rode down far enough to see some of your chest hair, and the definition between your pecs. God you were handsome, Natsuo thought, consumed with the need to lean over and press his face info your chest. Rip his fathers shirt off of you, and swaddle you in one of his collegiate sweatshirts instead. It would keep you warm so much better. Plus, Natsuo thought suddenly, heatedly: you’d just look good in something of his. The icy blue of Natsuo’s color palette reflected in your eyes. God... “Natsuo?” You called across to him, snapping the younger man out of his daydreaming- a deep crimson flushing down over his pale cheeks, as the younger Todoroki averted his gaze, and rubbed at his neck. “Sorry, I just...I got...I was somewhere else, for a moment. I apologize.” Natsuo finally stuttered out gruffly, staring off at the corner of the wall, trying to calm his thoughts. But they were swarming now, insistent, /fiery/, burning up his chest, and his mind. “It’s alright, I-“ “why-“ Natsuo caught himself, biting his tongue as he cut you off, feeling embarrassed. You paused, smiling and shaking your head as you motioned for the man to continue. 

“....why are you with my father?” Natsuo finally asked. Voice soft, hesitant. But firm enough that it was clear he was demanding an answer this time. Because he’d asked this very same question just weeks after first meeting you. When you’d fixed the young man with a knowing gaze, rested a hand on his chest, and simply said “because I like him”. Natsuo couldn’t fathom anyone so much as tolerating his father, let alone liking him. So it was a bit jarring, to say the least. “Do we really have to go over this again?” Ah, Natsuo thought. So you remembered that too. “My father could live a thousand lives atoning for what he’s done, and it would never be enough to deserve someone like you,” Natsuo said, voice heavier now, a little louder, breaking the quiet space you’d created there on the sofa together. Gaze directly on you now. Your eyes. Your gorgeous eyes that looked at his father with such admiration, that it made Natsuo ill sometimes to bear witness to it. “You are not the sole keeper of your fathers misgivings, Natsuo. He hasn’t just hurt you. Whether you choose to see and actively acknowledge the man he’s trying to become, is on you, and I won’t force your hand or try and tell you how you should feel. But don’t question my love for your father, because it’s just that: mine.” You matched the young man's tone, voice even, and soft, yet affirmative- leaving no room for argument. Though Natsuo seemed to want to test that. “So you love the old man then, huh? You really love him?” Natsuo urged, sitting up suddenly, much closer now as you stared. “Not that it is any of your business, but yes, Natsuo, yes. I’m in love with your father, and I see myself living a long and happy life with him. Getting married, settling down, having-“ “having what? Kids?!” Natsuo questioned, eyes wide as he stared at you. You paused, wondering if this was a conversation you should be having with Enji at your side. Natsuo was sweet, and soft spoken- when it was with anyone who wasn’t his father, that is, since that usually resulted in a shouting match between the two. Now though, he was feeling combative apparently- questioning your decisions, which you didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Please tell me you’re not stupid enough to want to have /children/ with that man?” Natsuo urged, half desperate, half pleading, as he sat up on his knees, nearly towering over you now as you looked down on you. “Watch. Your. Tone.” You warned him, sitting up so you were on even level again, noses nearly brushing as you did so. “Your father may put up with your snippy, accusatory remarks because he thinks allowing you to walk over him will somehow bring you two closer together, but I sure as fuck won’t.” Your cursing nearly made Natsuo flinch out of pure guilt, but he stood his ground. “You’re fooling yourself if you think he’d be any different with your kids. Look at how we turned out! Is that what you want for your own children? A childhood of solicitude and abuse, to feel unwanted, and uncared for? To wonder every night when they go to bed why their father doesn’t love them?! Is that what you want!” Natsuo was shouting now, panic rising in his throat, and you suddenly felt wholly unprepared for this conversation. “I’ll be damned if I allow that sorry excuse of a man and a father, to think about bringing up new children. Robbing you of your chance to have a real partner by your side. Someone to help you care for, and love your children. You...you deserve so much better than him, I don’t understand.” Natsuo was holding back tears now, chest heaving as he breathed, and you couldn’t take it. Gathering him up in your arms, you brought the man in for a tight hug. Cradling him in, and rubbing his back as he began to cry, mumbling nonsense into your neck as you just held him, and closed your eyes, willing back your own tears as you bared witness to something for the first time: the result of Enji’s fathering. Or, your brain offered up weakly: the lack thereof. Even more so...his abuse. Here you were, experiencing the aftermath first hand, and it made your heart hurt so deeply, and your mind race. You wanted to beat the shit out of Enji for doing this to Natsuo, but what could be done about it now? Enji was trying, he was trying so hard every day. But Natsuo was clinging to his hate, and his anger, and his fears, and who were you to tell him he should let them go? At least this way, you rationalized, you could be there for him when they became too much. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Im sorry,” you whispered into his hair, raking your fingers through it as Natsuo shuddered through another sob, and shook his head in your chest. “I'm so sorry, Natsuo. I’m so, so sorry.” He mumbled something then, body tense, refusing to be pulled back to see your face, even as you tried. “What?” You asked quietly, tilting your head to hear him better. “Do you love /us/?” ‘Me’. Do you love me he’d asked first, you realized, and your heart beat sped up as you did your best to squeeze Natsuo impossibly tighter- head in his hair as you nodded. “I love you all so much. Fuyumi, Shoto. I have love for your mother, and for Toya. And I love you, Natsuo, I love you so much. I’m honored to be able to call you my family now. I do love you,” you reassured him, shushing him quietly through a new set of sobs, before tensing when Natsuo suddenly sat up, hot breath and humid, tear stains cheeks ghosting across your face as icy grey eyes met yours. He was nearly panting with the effort to stop his crying, clearly looking for something as he stared at you, before he was leaning forward and smashing your lips together in a heated, desperate kiss.

thus concludes the drabble, now on to the end notes lol

So yeah, that’s it lol, lemme know what you guys think? The plan for this originally was to have some sort of double todoroki x male!reader endgame, where he’d end up with both Enji and Natsuo, by some means. Though not without a fair bit more angst thrown in. Arguments, fighting, etc etc. But I did wanna have them all three be endgame someway or another.  Which, yes, would include incest. Whether direct or indirect, cuz one could make the argument they’re sort of just dating the same person, which is also fine- cuz it’s adorable to me, but they’d all be fucking at some point, even if most of the attention is solely on the male reader, it would happen. That’s part of the big reason I wanna do this drabble interest checks, because they give you a glimpse into my problematic mind, and you can decide for yourselves if you wanna stick around and be a part of it, or leave.  Not to say poly relationships are problematic in the slightest, of course- I adore poly ships, and hope to write some in the future- but incest? Boy howdy.  But I love it sksksk >;3  So lemme know what you guy’s think of this fic! If you want to see it continued, if so, how so?  Feel free to ask me anon or otherwise about kink and dynamics, sfw or nsfw, if you’d like too. I’m gonna make an updated kink list with kinks I will be writing about eventually, so you can decide to stick around and see them, or show yourself out so they don’t bother you. My space is mine, so I will not be responding to, or entertaining people who want to be upset about them, or disagree with my tastes. It’ll get you nowhere, telling you right now.  But yeah. Lemme know guys. <3 Vixen

[peachiimilquetea]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 6 months or so, your boyfriend is presented with a little predicament

contains: sub!demon bf x dom!reader, mistress kink, choking, riding, bf in heat, gn!afab reader

- you two had only been dating for a few months, 7 at the most

- your boyfriend had been being distant lately

- answering your texts late

- cutting facetimes short

- declining offers to hang out

- you were suspicious but every time you asked him directly, he denied it claiming he was perfectly fine

- he was a shit liar for a demon

- after a week of this you decided to surprise him at his home

- you two had been dating long enough for you to know his work schedule so there's no way he wouldn't be home

- you took the day off work and took the bus to his place, heart in your ass the whole time

- what if he was cheating on you or something?

- you didn't want to think about that

- stepping up to his apartment door you felt sticky and hot

- was it hot outside?

- the door felt significantly warmer as you raised your hand to knock on it

- you didn't get a response but you heard a faint groan and some shuffling

- you knocked harder

- this man would open up if you had to rip the door apart with your bare hands

- you tried the doorknob on a whim and to your surprise, it opened up

- his apartment was dark inside and messy

- not the kind of messy that would cause for concern but he definitely hadn't left it for a few days

- you heard more shuffling from the direction of his room and made the executive decision to investigate

"babe?"

- no response

- you kept moving deeper into the apartment, feeling the air get thicker with each passing step

- what the fuck was going on?

"baby? its me. i know you're home you're not slick."

- your boyfriend's voice answered back, muffled through his bedroom door

"please i need you to leave"

- leave? why would you leave?

"I just need you to tell me what's going on. its ok I won't be mad at you"

- that was a partial lie but you needed to get him to talk to you

"I need- hnghh~ i need you to leave please"

"are you ok? you sound like you're in pain. let me-"

"NO! no! please... just stay where you are. this is fine."

- his voice was shaky and uneven, even through the muffled door

- something was wrong

"I'm sorry, but I'm coming in"

- a strangled noise came out of your boyfriend's throat as you neared the door

- you could hear him scrambling to get away from you

- this door handle was even hotter than the one at the front door as you turned it, getting hit with a wave of steam and musky scent

- it wasn't bad per se... but he had definitely been sweating

- a lot

- he sat curled up in the corner of the room farthest away from you

- he was wearing nothing but his briefs, tail coiled around his legs

"is this a demon thing that you neglected to tell me about?"

- all you got was a whimper in return

"babe... what is going on"

- he mumbled out a response

"what?"

"...iminheat"

"you what?

"I'm in heat"

- oh

- well

- thats definitely new

"thats a thing that can happen?"

"yes and now you need to leave"

- he practically hissed at you

- you could see it all over his face

- he was flushed and burning up, struggling to hold himself back

"please"

- his voice was so small

- you had never seen him like this. so fucked out. so needy without so much as a touch

- it sparked a tightening sensation in your lower abdomen as you tried to will yourself not to be turned on at a time like this

- he needed your help

- and you wanted to help him in the nastiest of ways

"and why can't I stay?"

- you wanted to rile him up a little

- just to get a taste of how far gone he truly was

"you make the symptoms worse obviously! did I need to- ngh~ s-spell that out for you?"

"don't get snippy with me, baby boy. I'm only trying to help you out"

- his breath hitched at your words and you noticed his hands grip the carpet a bit tighter

- checkmate

"is there anything I can do to ease the pain, my love?"

- your voice was sickly sweet as you started making your way over to him

- he swallowed thickly, finally looking at you fully since you had walked into the room

"please touch me"

- you reached down and began to gently stroke his hair

- his tail unwound itself from where it was previously, tracing over your calves and upper thighs and coiling around your leg

"where do you want mistress to touch you baby?"

"everywhere... p-please- its so hot mistress"

"awww does my little slut need someone to take care of him?"

- he whined in response, leaning in harder to your hands in his hair

- you then grabbed a fistful and tugged slightly, relishing in the primal groan that came out of your extra sensitive boy

"what if mistress plays with your horns, hm?"

- your boyfriend jerked forward, bracing himself on your thighs

- he was losing control over his demon form, normally short and clean nails blackening and turning into claws the more you teased him

"I cant- ah- i need you to touch me more please"

- you groped his horns more roughly and he let out a wanton moan

- that shot straight to your core

"get up and lie back on the bed. mistress is going to take good care of you"

- he practically teleported onto his bed at your command

- his cock strained in his briefs, looking as though it could rip right through

- did he get bigger?

- can dicks do that?

"what do you want me to do to you"

- you smiled at him, taking your top off and gesturing for him to do the same

- he only moaned and squirmed in response

"use your words, baby boy. don't keep mistress waiting"

"I want- i want you to use your mouth on me! please mistress"

- mouth it is

- you stalked over to the bed, practically crawling to him

- teasing his upper thighs and the apex of his hips

- he shivered at your touch but stayed where you had directed him to be, making no moves to touch or grab at you

- what a good boy

- you pulled his briefs down and watched as his cock sprang free with an abnormal amount of force

- the faint smack of his dick on his stomach made your mouth water

- it was such a pretty shade of dark red at the tip too, practically oozing precum like a leaky faucet

- you grabbed his dick in your hand, spitting on your tight fist to lube it up a little and swiping your thumb over his slit

- his loud gasp almost reverberated off the walls of the room

- he quickly gripped at the sheets below to steady himself as you worked his cock up and down

"how does this feel?"

"g-good. so good"

- keeping eye contact with him, you licked a long stripe up the underside of his shaft

- he hissed as you continued your ministrations, taking all of him in your mouth and using your tongue to tease his head

- the sounds he was making above you were heavenly, incoherent babbles about how much he loved you and how sensitive he was

"your mouth is so hot and wet mistress- ah! i-it feels so-OH"

- you grabbed his balls gently but without warning, softly kneading them in your free hand

- you continue to suck on him, increasing the pressure as he got louder and louder

- he was almost trashing now, fighting himself to keep from kicking you off but still letting himself react to his pleasure in all its glory

"do you want to cum now baby?"

"i- cant- i c- i cant hold it, mistress!"

"you don't have to hold it, baby boy. let go"

- you let him out of your mouth last minute and jerked him harshly, making him yelp and cum all over his chest and stomach

- he was heaving as he came down from his high, starting to feel a bit cooler and less needy

- unfortunately, he should have been paying more attention to you

- you quickly moved up the expanse of his body, straddling him to hover over where your hips met

"wait- what are you- ah hnghh"

- you sank down onto his cock, relishing in the slight sting of the stretch from this position

- it definitely got bigger

- your boyfriend was practically drooling now, hypersensitive from his heat and his first orgasm

- he keened and moaned as you teased him everywhere, gripping your hips to steady himself

- pinching and twisting his nipples

"n-not to ha-AH-rdd"

- kissing his neck and marking him on his upper chest

"hnghhh mistress please not my ears they're sensitive!"

- and sticking your fingers in his mouth when he got too loud

"hmgphhh~ aaaaaaah"

- that one was his favorite

- you felt your own orgasm building as he grabbed you all over, groping your ass and chest

"did i say you could touch?"

- he whined as you moved his hands back to your hips

"no mistress but i-"

- you reached out to slide your hand loosely around his neck

- he shut up immediately, lust pooling in his eyes

"choke me"

- you obliged the man, squeezing the side of his neck and watching him sputter out some kind of thanks

- his eyelids drooped as you held the pressure and he looked utterly fucked out

- so pretty for his mistress

-you felt yourself getting close and released him, changing the position at which you were riding him

- using his stomach for balance you bounced harder on him the slight change allowed for him to hit you just right

"I'm gonna cum, baby"

- you cried out as your orgasm shot through you

- your boyfriends grip on your hips tightened as you clenched around him, riding out your high with little regard for how he was keeping up with you

"s-slow do-own~! I'm gonna cum again mistress"

"be a good boy and come again for mistress. let her milk you dry"

- leaning down close to his face you licked up one of his horns and slammed down on him, clenching yourself all the way

- with a gasp and a loud cry he came, almost levitating off the bed

- you felt his hot spurts of cum inside you, filling you up and seeping out around the sides of your pussy

- you collapsed on top of him letting him hold you to his chest

- the two of you were a puddle of sweat, cum and fatigue as you caught your breath

"how are you feeling now?"

"a lot better"

- you noticed the room felt significantly cooler as you curled up together

"how long does this thing last?"

"we've got another week"

- he chuckled as your eyes widened

- a whole week???

- you would worry about it later

- you felt yourself nodding off as you rubbed your face deeper into his chest

"don't worry baby boy, i'll take good care of you"

- the demon had been satisfied

- for now

[writing-in-april]

The Case of the Missing Coffee

Spencer Reid x Female Reader 

Summary: Spencer gets on Reader’s nerves just a little too much one day and decides to get back at him.

A/N: This is my piece for the NSFW fic swap- I got @wave0fg00dvibes​ I had this idea on my long list of random ideas for Spencer and when I decided to go in the “hate fuck” direction I landed on this idea. Reminder that requests are open!

Warnings: Petty Reader, Spencer is a bit of a dick, Hate fucking, Dom!spencer, Public sex (sorta),Biting, Choking, Muffling (hand over mouth), a dash of humiliation kink

Masterlist  Word count: 1.8k

Spencer Reid was getting on my very last nerve. That wasn’t a new thing though. For some reason Spencer and I had never gotten along. It seemed as soon as we met we were destined to annoy and bicker until we retired.

Our latest argument centered around a preliminary profile that we were supposed to send off to the Boston PD and as always we both disagreed on what the profile consisted of. This time Spencer had gotten deep under my skin for some reason. His constant bickering had me seething, plus his not so subtle dig at my abilities as a profiler didn’t do anything to help my mood. The whole situation was giving me a headache.

I need coffee

I opened the cabinet where the grounds and sugar were stored in the break room so I could start a cup for myself. I stopped my movements when I caught sight of a large bag of grounds and another bag full of sugar marked in big sharpie letters with Spencer’s name.

Spencer had started to bring his own bags of coffee grounds and sugar after Emily complained about him going through the bullpen’s supplies too fast.

A smirk was dancing evilly on my face at the thought of riling Spencer up by stealing the items for a short while. Every time he decided to push my buttons too far while we were working I usually found some way to get back at him for it. Even though I knew it was petty I still decided to hide his personal coffee grounds and sugar in the bottom drawer of my desk. Maybe he’d think twice next time he disrespected his coworkers.

I’ll give it back to him eventually after he apologized and after having him beg a little.

——-

Later in the day I was sitting in the small file room going through some old case files. Though, mostly I was waiting for Spencer to come down here and confront me about his stolen coffee as I had already finished my most important tasks for the day. He was a genius after all and it was an easy deduction to figure out who had stolen it, only I would dare touch his precious coffee and sugar. Not even Morgan would dare mess with it.

“Where is it.”

Ah, he’s right on time

His dark tone matched the darkness that surrounded the file room that was only illuminated by one light. However, the smirk on my face did not shake, his tone did little to intimidate me. I decided to further annoy him not wanting to give away what I had done with his precious coffee just yet.

“It’s just coffee and sugar Spencer, I’m sure Emily will let you dip into the rest of the BAU’s supplies for today. Though, maybe you should cut down, considering how aggressive you get when you miss your hourly cup.” I was still standing hunched over the files, not even sparing a glance at the genius as I gave him a snippy remark.

“That’s not the point Y/N. I’m more mad about the fact that I know you took it.” Each little quip I decided to give him was making his tone darken almost to the tone he used when interrogating suspects.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have implied that I was an incapable agent.” I turned to face him with a feisty glare and crossed my arms before continuing, “Maybe, then I wouldn’t have taken it.”

“Maybe, you could’ve come to me like an adult and told me you were offended. Maybe- then I would’ve apologized.” My gaze was harsh in response to his remark choosing not to respond to his words. Honestly, the nerve of him sometimes. Though, what really caught me off guard was what happened next.

Instead of further verbally berating me for stealing his brew he surged forward and captured my lips in a harsh kiss. I almost pulled away angrily to slap him but, I found my anger morphing into something new. I kissed him back with fervor not giving him the full satisfaction of completely dominating the kiss. Though all sense of control I held was lost when he roughly slammed me into the filing cabinets making a surprised squeak fall from my lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I yanked aggressively on his hair as a warning in response to when he dipped his head down attempting to suck hickies and bite marks into my neck. He grunted in agitation, pulling his head up to glare at me in retaliation to the harsh tug on his curls.

The glare on his face held as he yanked my skirt up harshly and pulled my panties down roughly until they fell down my ankles.

He wound his hand around my neck, not very tight at all only having it rest there as a simple warning to obey and take whatever he gave me. I almost found myself fighting his dominance once more before all thoughts of disobedience were wiped from my mind as soon as he moved one finger experimentally to my core. I was already obscenely wet just from a few minutes of a heated make out. Arousal further coated Spencer’s fingers as he started to circle my hole teasingly, my legs started to shake a little from the teasing almost unable to take it.

I bit into my lip hard to stifle any noise my body wanted to make when he finally curled his fingers inside me and obliged me. A small moan escaped despite my best attempts when he brought his thumb up to my clit working in tandem with his other fingers. I had to bite my lip even harder to quiet myself when the hand on my neck tightened, silently warning me to shut up. The only reason I obliged his order was because I’d rather not have gotten caught by my other coworkers being fingered by the person I claimed to hate.

I could feel myself teetering on the edge of release before it was cruelly swiped away from me when he removed his fingers from my core. I whined in objection though the noise was covered by a harsh command by Spencer.

“Jump.” His tone left no room for argument to his order, making any protests I had die in my throat. Normally, I’d argue with any order that Spencer thought he could give me but, the slick arousal that pooled between my legs fought with the resentment that I held for him. So, for once I obeyed willingly, jumping to wrap my legs around his wiry frame. I was half expecting him to drop me, I had never considered Spencer to be very strong at all. But, he proved my thoughts wrong by holding tightly onto me with bruising force, pulling out his cock from his slacks with speed and precision before swiftly entering me with no warning.

A whimper at the sudden stretch started to come from me though, it was quickly stifled by his large palm coming down over my mouth stifling any noise that tried to make its way from me. Once he was sure I was going to be able to handle my noise level he removed his hand from my mouth placing it back onto my ass. He then started to rock into me, though his thrusts weren’t fast at first as I had assumed. His thrusts were deep but devastatingly slow.

“I hate you.” I tried to growl out with conviction to goad Spencer to start to pick up his pace. He took the bait, starting to thrust rapidly pushing me closer towards release. However, the growl I had adopted dissolved into a mere pathetic whimper making my whole body burn in embarrassment at his ability to work me up so quickly. My hands pulled at his button up to try and ground myself to stave off my release- I was going to try my hardest to not cum first.

“Sure you do Sugar.” He said breathlessly while letting go of one of my thighs to make his way back to my clit. The little circles he started to rub along with his now brutal pace made angry all over again, I was trying so hard to not release first. And, it didn’t help that he tacked on the stupid nickname at the end, no doubt trying to stoke the fire in my belly that was a infuriating mix of arousal and anger.

Though I tried with all the strength I could muster to hold off a devastating orgasm as soon as Spencer pitched his hips to hit my sweet spot my release crashed over me. I screwed my eyes shut and bit into my fist hard in an attempt to stifle any moans that tried to escape me as my release came through my body in crashing waves. My cheeks were burning hot in humiliation from my disastrous defeat.

“W-where?” Spencer almost incoherently stuttered out to me as a warning that he was getting close to his own release.

“Inside. Safe.”  I was honestly surprised I even formed a literate thought to convey to him as I came down from my devastating high. He pumped into me a few more times before falling into his own release, biting into the sliver of skin he could find beneath my disheveled blouse to quiet his own noises.

Once we had both come down completely and caught our breaths awkward silence and tension simmered in the file room. We both made no moves to break the tension as we tried to make ourselves look somewhat presentable. After I pulled my panties up and my skirt back down to its original position I decided to give Spencer back the thing he had been looking for. Leaning forward I took his tie in my hand and pulled him back towards me so we were chest to chest once more.

“Go look in the bottom drawer of my desk.” I whispered into his ear before sauntering out of the room to find a bathroom to clean up some more though, not before sparing a glance back to see a smirk etched on Spencer’s face. Even though I still hated him (Maybe hate is a strong word) I figured why not give him his coffee and sugar back as a reward for giving me one of the best orgasms of my life. Though, I was definitely still mad at myself for orgasming first. Maybe if there was a next time the roles would be reversed.