#I WANT HER TO HOLD ME FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER A

[pathologicalreid]

wrapped around your finger | s.r.

in which you come home to find spencer in peak girl dad form

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: mom!reader, girldad!spencer, nail polish, this is technically the family from cryptic, but you don't need to read cryptic to know what's going on word count: 578 a/n: this is for the anon who asked for dad!spencer! i always have some dad!spencer on retainer for when the people are in need! it's nothing crazy, but i was cleaning up my desk and found a sticky note that said spencer would definitely let his daughter paint his nails.

A little voice carries itself from down the hallway, and you follow the sound of it. The carefully chosen words of your four-year-old daughter make you wonder who she could possibly be speaking to. Slowly, you walk down the hallway, trying not to alert anyone to your presence.

On your way, you peek into the nursery, your younger daughter sleeping soundly in her crib as you pass her, finally ending up at the doorway of Eleanor’s room, “Do you like the color?” She asks gently, holding her father’s hand in hers and inspecting his fingers.

“I love the color, thank you,” Spencer says politely, “You know, purple is my favorite color.”

The smile that blooms on her face is so bright, it makes you wish you’d never left the house in the first place. “Mommy told me!”

Nothing in all of the parenting books you’ve read prepared you for your firstborn to stop calling you mama. The switch had caught you off-guard, and you found yourself mourning the little girl she had been while simultaneously prideful of the personality that she was developing.

You’d have to keep better track of it with Olivia, though you and Spencer hadn’t come to a consensus on whether or not you were done after two kids. The sight in front of you might just be enough to convince you to go for a third.

Her princess tiara slides forward on her head as she focuses on painting Spencer’s nails, your husband sitting in a chair that’s comically small for him as her small hands deftly apply the lacquer.

Catching sight of you in his periphery, Spencer gives a soft smile in greeting, not wanting to alarm Eleanor of your appearance. “You’re really good at painting nails,” he observes, reaching his free hand up to adjust her crown.

“I wanna do it forever and ever,” she responds giddily, putting the brush back into the bottle. You notice the way Spencer reached over to seal the nail polish bottle, preventing a tragedy before it strikes.

Spencer hums in response, “If that’s what you want, lovebug.”

She smiles, spinning around in her PJs until she sees you, “Mommy!” She squeaks excitedly, running over to you and giggling when you pick her up.

“Hello, Princess Nellie,” you greet her, hugging her tightly before setting her back down. Listening to see if the ruckus woke up the baby, you walk further into the bedroom when you hear no stirring from the room next door.

She smiled, pointing at Spencer with a proud look on her face, “I painted daddy’s nails.”

“I see that,” you took in the sight before you, Spencer’s nails had indeed been painted, along with all of the skin surrounding them. “They look great honey,” you tell her, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

Nellie looks up at you expectantly, “Daddy said I can’t paint Livvy’s nails.”

You smile slightly at the pout on her face, “That’s right, she’s too little to have her nails painted.” Though you have to admit, you’ve been imagining mini spa nights with your daughters from the moment you found out you were having another girl.

Her eyes go wide as saucers, “Oh! Then it’s a good thing I have daddy.” She beams over at her father, and he looks at her with an equal amount of adoration in his eyes.

Grinning over at Spencer, you nod in agreement with her, “Yeah, it is a good thing.”

[mynymphia]

ᛝꔫ Dear diary...

Each night, after Mommy is asleep, Dad comes to visit me in secret, his heavy footsteps a warning before he pins me down with his weight, his thick old cock slowly pushes into my cunny. It stretches me so much! (｡>//<)

I've lost count of how many times Daddy's raped my cunny and how many times he made me cum until I'm a trembling, sobbing mess. Sometimes it hurts a little, but I'm a good girl and don't fight him because I know he needs my tiny body.

After hours of playing, I look down and see his yummy cum erupt into me as I feel those first few signs of rape-pregnancy taking hold. I know it's wrong, that a daddy shouldn't do these grown-up things to his little girl. But I know it's just because he loves me and because my teen body is just too tempting to him.

But that's never the end of it...Oh no! Dad isn't done with me yet!

After cumming, Dad insists on using me as his own personal cockwarmer. Even when I can barely move from how rough he was, I do it because I don't want Daddy to be angry at me. ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

I feel so dirty and used, but I love it!!! I can feel Daddy's big hard cock getting all stiff inside me while he whispers filthy things in my ear. He forces me to remember the first time he raped me. I screamed and struggled so much! But then his big cock just sucked the fight right out of me. Now every time Daddy fills me up with his yummy seed, I can only moan and beg for more. I don't know why, but I just can't get enough of being used by my own Dad. I love him so much, and I want to be his special girl forever and ever!

I'll never tell Mommy, she will never let her know what a dirty, depraved little slut I am for my Dad! ♡

[fandomxo00]

Could I request Hugh and his FWB deciding to go for the real deal instead of just being casual? 🙂 if the reader could be older this time and not in her 20s specifically, that would be nice

You really didn't think this would amount to anything. When you were in your twenties you had let go of the idea of forever. You just didn't think that in the cards for you. Then you met Hugh, it was totally unexpected when he asked you out. You never thought you would ever reject Hugh Jackman. But you didn't want to risk a relationship just to get your heartbroken.

Hugh had the biggest crush on you, the fact you rejected him just fueled him. Because he saw the way you look at him, it wasn't that you didn't want him. At the time, he just didn't know what was holding you back. He pursued you in the only way he could, becoming your friend.

It was a late night when it happened, the two of you drinking some wine while you talked about anything and everything. Hugh became a quick friend and the feelings you had for him further confused you. So, when he leant in and kissed you, you said you couldn't. He had gotten to know why you didn't want a relationship, but he would take whatever he could get. So, he told you it didn't have to mean anything. Even though it really meant everything to Hugh.

You kept it strictly sexual, pushing him away at every chance you got. Using him for sex and pleasure until it wasn't. Until one night Hugh showed up after a rough night and you held him while he spoke and eventually cried. That night you didn't have sex, you just held each close.

That next morning, Hugh decided to reveal how he felt. "y/n, we gotta talk."

"About breakfast?"

"No about us."

"Oh." You turned towards him, swallowing the lump in your throat as you looked away and started biting at your lip. "Okay."

"I wanna be more, and I know how you feel about it but I wanna believe that your feelings for me could overshadow some-some insecurity."

"Wow." You huffed, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest. "You ever think I like being single?"

"Well, Y/n, I know you don't." Hugh retorted. "I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just hoping you would chose me." He cleared his throat, his hands rubbing at the back of his neck. The realization that you may not accept him made his cheeks heat up, his adam's apple bobbing as he avoided your eyes. "But if I not I understand I suppose."

"No, you don't." You sighed, moving over to him and looking away. "I can't do this if your gonna leave. I-I don't want to do this but-I do have feelings for you."

"You would try?"

"For you." You murmured, feeling shy now. Hugh stepped closer to his hand coming to tuck your hair away from your face.

"Yeah, you'll try for me?" Hugh whispered, his voice lightly, vulnerability shining his green eyes. You nodded hesitatingly over at him, as he stepped in closer to you. You sighed shakily as his other hand came up to your face. Your eyes were shy as you avoided his gaze before he whispered your name. Your eyes flickered over to his before his lips landed on yours in a soft kiss, capturing your whole attention as your arms moved forward to wrap around his torso.

[propertyofemilyprentiss]

Evermore (part 2)

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Category: Heavy angst

Summary: After Emily’s death, everything comes falling apart, losing yourself into your old habits. Little did you know that you were secretly talking to her the whole time.

TWs: active suicidal ideation, mentioned self-harm, intrusive thoughts. same as before, please do not read it if you're in a bad place. my dms are always open for anyone.

Link to part 1 here

Word count: 8.1K

Goddamnit, goddamnit, goddamnit!

No no no no no, what has she done? She doesn’t deserve this beautiful, unconditional love that you’re giving her - you don’t deserve this.

 You don’t deserve this.

It was a cruel mockery that she couldn’t reply to you, not without blowing off her whole cover, but that didn’t ease the gnawing pit in her stomach, the guilt mixed with fear and hope and love and pain. 

But what were her options? Scream until her voice gives out, to every deity that exists in the sky, about how incredibly much she loves you? That she will never, ever stop? Forever and always,  just like you’ve promised each other before moving in together?

She remembers it all too well, the way your hair was flowing perfectly on your shoulders while you were slow dancing in her living room with Sergio around at your feet, the way it was late at night, announcing the end of another perfect date, but she didn’t want you to let go of her yet, to pull your arms back, to stop that comforting hold around her body. 

“Move in with me”, she blurted out in the moment without thinking, just letting out her long-desired wish.

“What?”, you blinked a few times at her, your mind processing her words.

“Move in with me”,  she pleaded, her eyes showing a thousand emotions and unspoken words.

“I think someone had too much wine for tonight”, you tease her in an attempt to figure out her level of sobriety.

“I only had two glasses, and that’s beside the point”, she defended herself with a small pout, “Please? I love you, y/n. I don’t want you to go…I want you here with me forever”.

Your heart skipped a beat at the bluntness of her words, at how easy she said that, like she already thought about it a million times already. A gigantic grin broke onto your face.

“You promise? Forever and always?”.

“Forever and always”, she repeated after you before connecting your lips to hers in a gentle kiss.

”Then yes”, you murmured against her lips.

What she never expected was to feel such an immense amount of pain in her heart when thinking about that dear memory.

—

“And when I was shipwrecked,

I thought of you,

…

It was real enough,

To get me through”

At some point, Emily doesn’t even need to read the letter anymore in order to recall each word perfectly - it was like they were engraved into her soul, clinging desperately onto them like a lifeline. You were her lifeline.

From the moment she woke up, she thought of you. Everywhere she went, she thought of you. Walking through the city? She envisioned your hand into hers as her legs kept her in motion. Stopping at a local café? Her mind would already conjure your presence there, gauging your reaction to different french pastries and cute coffee artworks. Doing groceries? She could already hear your voice saying “come on Emily, there’s no such thing as too much pasta!” after almost a week of cooking the same thing, not bothering to make something more sophisticated. Watching TV late at night? She cuddled a soft blanket close to her, fooling herself that it was you. Going to bed? She imagines the smell of your shampoo and your soft voice wishing her goodnight.

The truth was - she will always love you, even when you’re apart from each other. Even when it feels like the world is ending, even when she’s relying on goddamn letters to hear from you. Because, she must admit, she misses you terribly.

So she wonders, day and night, if this letter was all she was going to get, or if there are going to be more. She wonders what you’re feeling at this moment, if it’s still the same agony that she is also feeling. She wonders if you’re safe, if you’ve found your solace into writing. She wonders how was your return to work, if you’re imagining her there just like she’s imagining you here.

And in all this torturous overthinking, there is just one hope left inside her - to be able to love you again in this lifetime. It was what kept her going through each mundane moment of her day without going absolutely insane.

So when another one of her neighbors handed her a brand new letter a few weeks later, her heart rate increased as she picked it up with trembling hands, heading back to the same place she had read the first one. 

Tearing the envelope, Emily startled when a little noise followed, signaling something that dropped from the inside. Putting the letter aside, her eyes widened as she gazed at the most beautiful ring she’s ever seen in her life, the small gems alongside with the diamond in the middle reflecting the light that was long gone from her life.

She picked it up for a few seconds, the shakiness in her hands only intensifying. What is happening?

Without being able to wait any longer, she reached for the letter, her eyes landing once more on the painfully familiar writing.

“Dear Emily,

It’s two in the morning and I can’t sleep, because everytime I close my eyes, I see versions of us that could’ve happened if you didn’t leave. And I miss you so much. I miss waking up and rolling to your side only to find you there looking at me with that heart-melting smile of yours, I miss the feeling I used to get every time your eyes were on me from across the room at work. I miss that look in your eyes every time you touched my skin. And most of all, I miss the way you said my name like I was the only one you would ever love. I miss you everywhere, anytime, all the time”

There they were again, the tears in her eyes that formed as soon as she read the first sentence, her heart clenching with the deep-aching sorrow from the hole in her heart where you used to fill it with happiness.

“Work is awful without you, it’s a miracle that Hotch hasn’t fired me already. I was foolish to think that it would function as a distraction - I soon realized that there’s nothing in this world that would be able to take my mind off you. Of the way you used to sit at your desk, and we would steal glances at each other, of your presence next to me on the jet, holding hands under the table, or how we would share a hotel room, not even realizing how uncomfortable the bed was, because all that mattered was that you were there, next to me. I don’t know what to do with myself in your absence. It’s already been almost 5 months, and I’m just growing more desperate each day.”

The guilt and regret are once again a crushing weight on her heart, a constant presence in every word she reads. She berates herself, her mind full of “what if’s” and “what could I have done differently”. But she always comes empty-handed, just trying to accept each time the harsh reality. The tears come easily now, silent and hot against her cheeks, a testament of both your pains added on top to each other, creating a mountain of hopelessness. 

“So I don’t know if this gesture is even more desperate, but I’m trying to erase the pile of regrets that have been pressing down onto me since you left. Out of everything, there was one thing I was so ready to do, but was stupidly waiting for the perfect moment that never came. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I know. But I refuse to accept that it’s too late, so please, wherever you are in that beautiful sky, hear me out. I don’t know what kind of spell you cast upon me, but from the moment we met. From the moment I laid my eyes on you I felt a glow like this, never before and ever since. Maybe it was those perfect brown eyes that spoke a thousand emotions, maybe it was your smile that uncovered those adorable dimples, maybe it was your soothing voice that made me feel at home, or maybe it was all of those together. But I fell in love immediately, and I fell hard. But of course, as you know, I was too scared to say anything, too terrified to let my feelings out when the possibility of rejection was hovering over me like a hawk. So when months passed, and you suddenly asked me out on a date, and I could hear the nervousness in your voice, I felt like the luckiest idiot alive. Because you were there, the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world, and you wanted me? How the hell did I do that? I don’t know, but I am forever grateful for it, even now.”

A bittersweet chuckle escaped her mouth, the corners of her lips slightly upwards as she kept on reading through the blurry vision and the heaviness in her chest.

But for a moment, she also feels something that she hasn’t in so long - happiness, intense and addicting. For a moment, she closed her eyes, imagining you there with her, imagining your tender voice as you were saying those same words to her, taking in every expression and every flicker of emotion in your eyes. 

“You didn’t change, huh? Always coming with over-the-top compliments to flatter me”, she murmured to the ghost of you, her mind recreating your loving smile in reply.

“I meant every word”, she could almost hear your voice, always so full of sincerity.

”I was the lucky one from the start, you know?”, she stubbornly whispered, her own smile widening.

“I beg to differ, my love”, Emily imagined you saying with that teasing tone she adored in secret.

Her whole face fell when your presence disappeared once she opened her eyes, the reality of her loneliness hitting her harder than before. Oh, how she craved your voice, your teasing, your touch and your kisses. She wishes she could wrap her arms around you right in this moment and never let you go again.

But her only connection to you was still this letter, so her eyes fell upon the next paragraph, her heart stuttering in her chest.

“You were everything I had hoped for in this messy life, everything I wished for and was somehow lucky enough to get. And with every day that passed, my conviction that you were the one for me only fortified. From bringing my favorite coffee every morning at my desk and always having a bouquet of lilies waiting for me when we would arrive from a case to late-night talks under the moon and the stars or watching corny movies on the TV in your living room, it all just felt so right. But the real moment when I knew was on that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry. When you held me in your arms and kissed every old scar on my body instead of running away as fast as you could. You were the first person who didn’t see the same monster that I did, who continued to love me just as fiercely as before, or maybe even more. That’s when I knew.”

For a moment, she wonders if you think of yourself now as the same monster you did back then, but quickly shoves that thought away, too much for her to bear. To her, you were always just you - the person she loved more than anything in this world. Never a monster, never broken, never hopeless or beyond repair. 

Never.

She hopes that you know that too, even now.

Her eyes fall on the letter once again, hope flowing through her body.

“So not long before all this mess happened, I actually faked being sick so I could go ring-shopping. I know you can’t see it now, or ever, so I’m going to hold it and describe it for you. It’s a simple silver color with two small diamonds on each side in the sign of the infinity symbol. That’s our love for each other, forever and always. And in the center there’s a slightly bigger diamond, that sparks in every kind of light - I thought of you here. You were the center of my world, shoving away all the darkness…God I miss you.”

Her heart constricts painfully in her chest at those last words, her fingers gently tracing the dried spot where your tears must have landed on the paper. 

Will this be all she has left of you?

She shakes her head, blinking away a new wave of tears as she picks up the ring again, analyzing it more carefully, the thoughtfulness behind it only making her love for you grow impossibly more. For a moment she holds it close to her heart like the most precious treasure, thinking about how you probably held it the same way back home. Then she raises it to her lips, placing the softest kiss on each infinity symbol, her hand slightly trembling as she does so before putting it back down on the desk. 

She lets out a long sigh, gazing back at the letter.

“I’m sorry. I wanted at least one letter to not sound so depressing all the time. I guess what I’m trying to do is to feel less lonely. Because, my love, you were and will always be the only one for me, even without your physical presence here. So maybe by doing this, I’m creating an invisible string that will tie our souls together, from Heaven to Earth, so that you can find your way back to me. I’m aware of how stupid it sounds, but at this point, I don’t care. I love you, Emily Prentiss. 

I love you, 

I love you,

I love you.

I love you with all my heart and soul, with every fiber of my being, with everything that I have. Will you marry me?”

Her breath hitched in her throat, her hands desperately flipping to the next page only to find it empty. This is how you ended the letter.

A thousand emotions flood through her at once, but it quickly becomes clear the only possible answer that existed to your question. She just wished she could tell it to you, to smile and cry and kiss you with all the love that exists in her for you.

She looks down at the ring again, this time picking it up and sliding it down where it belongs on her finger. “Yes”, came out in a gentle whisper from her mouth, her gaze locked on it.

She said yes, and you had no idea.

—

“And I was catching my breath

Barefoot in the wildest winter

Catching my death”

Almost six months have passed. Six months without the love of your life. Wasn’t it supposed to get easier over time? 

Why is it getting harder?

You buried yourself into work, trying to act like a normal human being, the long sleeves a mere excuse for the cold weather that nobody was buying. You noticed it again at the beginning - how everyone tried to be around you more often, engaging in pointless conversations so that you wouldn’t be alone.

You almost laughed. Loneliness has been your best friend for months now.

But of course, at the end of the day, they all had their own lives - a flicker of jealousy appeared for a few seconds in your eyes before masking it again just like any other emotion. It wasn’t fair. Will you ever regain a part of your life back, or will you just continue to be a broken shell, shattered a little bit more day by day?

And then guilt coursed through you, because it wasn’t fair to think like that either. You could see it in their eyes - the merciless grief that never stopped haunting. Morgan was constantly angry and overworking in an attempt to find Doyle, Garcia wasn’t her usual cheery self, Spencer looked almost as awful as you did. Consequently, you felt like the most horrible person alive, not even worthy of their presence and support in your life.

But really, you haven’t felt worthy of anything lately.

—

One late-night at the BAU, while you were still sitting at your desk doing the endless paperwork that you asked for. Losing track of time, you startled as you suddenly saw Derek in front of you.

”Sorry”, you murmured, looking up in his direction, “what’s going on?”.

“I think I’ve figured how to find Doyle”, his tone was a lot more serious than usual.

Your eyes widened in response, your heart feeling like it stopped for a second. You just nodded and got up, following him towards his office, where Garcia was already waiting. Closing the door, you leaned by his desk, absorbing every word.

Declan. You needed to find Declan. 

“Okay, Emily needed to get Declan a new identity, so she must have used someone she trusted”, Penelope chimed in as she handed a file over to him.

You huffed internally at that. “Well, that’s a short list, but it’s probably not even written down”.

”Even if it was, she’d have contacts all over the world”, he added.

“Oh, tell me about it. Two columns, domestic and imports”.

You sighed at that, hoping that it didn’t catch their attention. For a split second, you wondered if you even knew Emily at all in those four years, all this new information feeling like a painful stab to your soul. Then, as quickly as that thought came, you shook your head, focusing on the present conversation instead of the constant battle of voices in your head.

“I’m thinking domestic contacts. Em was already in the States when she faked Declan’s death”, the nickname escaped your lips subconsciously, making you feel a little more vulnerable all of the sudden.

“So…her associates must be in Boston?”, she suggested, her voice not entirely convinced.

“No, Garcia, she would’ve covered her tracks better than that”.

This time you let out a sigh that was surely heard. You were already emotionally drained.

“All right, why did Prentiss join the BAU?”, Morgan spoke again, his gaze falling more upon you.

You let out a dry chuckle at that, the question punching you in the gut. Because despite all those years, right at this moment, you didn’t know. 

You didn’t know.

Just like a stranger, you were left to guess.

“To have a normal life?”

He shook his head at your words. “She could have gone anywhere with her skill set, but she chose DC”.

“Maybe to be close to her mom?”, Garcia came with her own guess.

It was your turn now to shake your head, almost amused. Out of all the reasons, that would have probably been the last. “No. No way.”

“Garcia, she did all of this to protect a child”

And that’s when it hits you, plain and clear, that you know Emily. Maybe she can hide parts of her life, but she can’t hide who she is. Can’t hide that beautiful, selfless soul.

”She came here just to be close to Declan”, you immediately said, this time being sure that you were on the right path.

From that moment on, it was only a matter of minutes until you would find Ben Corelli - the forger that Emily appealed to for Declan’s fake identity - and it only took a few more to actually find it through the processed evidence. 

This was it - you found him and his nanny.

—

Your heart dropped that morning when you were woken up by the familiar alarm, the few seconds of grogginess after you stopped it quickly dissipating. 

No no no no no no. Just no. Oh God. No, please…

Turning to your side, you foolishly hoped to see what you hadn’t in your dreams. But of course, it was empty, just like it had been for months. 

No.

It was the first time since Emily’s death that you didn’t dream of her in any way. No nightmare, not a glimpse of her face, not a fraction of her sweet voice. It was just dark, pitch black, with no recalling of her whatsoever. And for whatever reason, you never thought that this was ever going to happen - every waking moment, every little thing that you did, your mind was filled with thoughts of her. You never stopped thinking about her, not even once. Why now?

The biggest nightmare of all just became your reality.

With every day that passed, you were only growing more desperate. The flicker of hope that you had left within yourself quickly vanished as you kept on not dreaming of her. Not a glimpse, nothing.

It didn’t help that the BAU was mostly quiet now, playing a waiting game until Doyle would find his son. You never liked the silence - it was when you had no escape from your mind. And the cold dread that filled your body each time you thought about being in the same room with the man that killed the love of your life only made your stomach twist in knots, your heart rate picking up.

You just couldn’t do it. You weren’t strong enough, or brave enough. You didn’t have any fire left within yourself, any drive for conflict or confrontation. All you wanted was to make yourself as little and possible, crawl away and never come back. Never be seen as the pathetic person you’ve become.

Then, it was like a switch flipped within yourself, the winless fight coming to an end. And from that moment on, you felt an unbelievable amount of relief, like the world that you were carrying on your shoulders was suddenly lifted, allowing you to finally breathe.  

You knew which signs to leave and which not to, how to behave in order to not let anyone read under your façade. But as time passed on, you couldn’t stop yourself from leaving little pieces of yourself to the people who became your family - your favorite book ended up “accidentally” on Spencer’s desk; not long after that, Sergio became Penelope’s after one of her visits to you, on the motive of not being able to take such good care of him as she does; Derek got the baseball cap you always wore outside work. And that’s where you stopped, at least for now. You were already threading on thin ice.

But you still haven’t left something to the most important person of all - Emily. You had to write one more letter, a final one. With all your hopes and dreams, with the crushing reality, with all your feelings poured into words for the third time.

So, in your lonely desperation of the dark, empty apartment, under the frail light of a lamp, you sat and wrote it, this time no tears falling onto it. You couldn’t really explain it, but it felt almost...revigorating. Like the wind flowing through your hair or the sun hitting your face after the coldest winter. 

And this time, going over to the bedroom window, you looked down for a second, close to catching your death. Your eyes were glued to the pavement, but you quickly regained your composure, looking up at the stars above. They were just mesmerizing - and you felt again in that moment that somehow, in some way, Emily was listening.

So you read it to her.

At the end, carefully folding it, you took your comfort necklace from a drawer, ready to give it to JJ as in a “thank you” for her support, hoping not to analyze it further than this. 

—

“But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?)

You were there”

They were close. So close. Emily knew that. Through her experience of many hours of online scrabble, she and JJ were communicating about the progress on finding Doyle, checking in on the team, but most importantly - making sure that you were okay. Or at least as much as you could be in this situation.

She was almost there, on the brink of being able to take the next flight back home. Back to you. Back to your loving arms and comforting voice, to the familiar scent that she adored. 

She almost had you back.

Almost.

What she didn’t expect, in the midst of all the chaos and patrolation happening at the BAU, was to receive another letter. Her bags and luggage were mostly packed, the apartment she lived in finally looked like it was going to be emptied - everything was ready for her return. 

With a frown etched on her face, she anxiously fidgeted with the ring on her finger whilst she made her way to the same desk, feeling like a sacred tradition to sit there. She could feel the pulse in her ears with each beating of her heart, the tremble in her hands gradually increasing as she kept tearing up the envelope, unfolding the carefully wrapped letter. 

And with an unease in her stomach, she started reading.

“Dear Emily,

I don’t even know what I’m writing here or if I’m even coherent, but I promise, it’s the last time, so bear with me”.

Last time? What…what did you mean by that? Truthfully, she didn’t want to find out.

“I promise, I really tried to make this work, I really tried to hold on. But I can’t anymore. I’ve come to the conclusion that you can try to do all the right things and still feel wrong inside. And somehow, I knew exactly how it was going to end, but a part of me, even if small, wanted to believe that things might go different. Foolish, I know. It seems like that’s all I’ve been since you left. But I am done with the blind optimism when there’s nothing left for me to keep on going.”

No no no no no no no. 

No.

A wave of nausea hit her, every fiber of her being wanting to not continue. To not reach its end. To not read the heartbreaking words her mind already knows you’ve written.

This just can’t be…no. They’re so close to reuniting, she can feel it. This can’t happen. It just can’t.

With a stuttering heart, her eyes fell upon the letter again.

“I thought I had the necessary strength to keep on going, and I know that you would argue with me right now, but believe me, I don’t. Ever since I stopped dreaming of you, my body aches and I am suffering even more. I just can’t keep on living without you here, in some way or form. Because it has always been you. If I had the choice between you and a million things I’ve always wanted, I would choose you every single time. So now I’m just choosing you again. If there’s even a small possibility of seeing you again, even the slightest chance, I am taking it. I’m tired of fighting against what I really want. I’ve been afraid for so long, but I’m not anymore.”

This time, your tears that were missing from the letter were replaced with hers. It almost seemed as though her heart stopped beating, her whole existence slowly crumbling around her.

”No…please. Please no”, she painfully whimpered, looking up at the ceiling in a failed attempt to not destroy the rest of the letter with her tears.

This just couldn’t be happening. She can’t lose you, not like this. 

“I went through our old messages and I cried. You promised to always be here and you lied. So much for ‘I’ll never leave’. Nevermind. And I don’t even know who I’m angry at, but it’s just not fair. We were supposed to get married by our favorite lake, where we used to go stargazing all the time. We were supposed to say our vows and kiss like it was the very first time. We were supposed to dance in Rossi’s garden along with all our loved ones, knowing that we were wife and wife. We were supposed to have our little family, just like we talked about. Two cats, one black and one orange, and a baby that had your perfect dimples and which we were going to love with all our hearts. And we were supposed to grow old together, sipping coffee in our backyard, all wrinkled with gray hair. But none of this happened, and it’s not fair. Why did it have to be you?”

Her crying got more intense, her lip quivering with fear and despair, with the broken promises and shattered dreams. All because of her. 

Guilt coursed through her veins, wondering if she even had a chance anymore to repair your field of dreams engulfed in fire. She didn’t even deserve it, that much she was aware. But God, she wanted so badly to make everything right. To beg for forgiveness, to be with you and to take that pain away. Pain that you wouldn’t even have to endure in the first place if it wasn’t for her. 

Why did she always have to destroy everything good that came her way?

“I just don’t understand why our love story had to be the tragic one, why we couldn’t have our happily ever after. And sometimes I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all. But then I remember that the part of my life when I had you will always be my favorite - and despite everything, I wouldn’t turn back time, even with this ending. Because the way you made me feel…I never knew such happiness could exist in this painful life. So what I can say is thank you for showing me kindness in a world full of cruelty. Thank you for seeing my broken parts and putting them together instead of shattering them further. Thank you for seeing me as I am and still loving me. You are and always will be the love of my life. I feel like our souls are intertwined, and I’ll have no difficulty in finding you again, in the next lifetime or in a parallel universe.”

No. No no no.

She can’t let that happen, can’t let you go when she’s still here. What a twisted fate would that be?

Her tears were racing down her cheeks, feeling undeserving of such appreciation. If only you knew the truth, would you still speak of her that way? Or would you spill out your anger and hurt, the new hatred that you would most likely feel. Maybe you won’t even love her anymore - the thought made her heart clench in terror, her mind not being able to fathom such possibility. 

But at the same time, she’d prefer that a million times over you being…being…

She can’t say it. Can’t even think of that word.

With a shuddering breath, she wiped her tears once more, continuing to read.

“Whatever might come next for me, I know that someday, somewhere, I’m going to meet you again. And I’ll whine about everything that happened after you left, and you’ll sit there with your ears all open yet not being able to understand a single word, but I continue my babbling. I’ll tell you about how I bawled my eyes out the day you left, about how my heart ached every time I thought of you, wishing that there could be a stairway leading to Heaven so that I could see you for one last time. We would sit there reminiscing each and every single day of our lives together, talking non-stop as if we didn’t know each other like the back of our hands. And when it would have been my time to leave, I’d scream ‘I love you’ from the bottom of my lungs, hoping that God would pity me enough to give you back to me. But again, that was when I was still excruciatingly optimistic. Now I just hope that the invisible string that ties us together will help my soul find yours once I’m gone. I hope it’s that simple. I’m so tired.

See you soon, my love.”

Her world stops for a moment, the revelation of your words hitting her like a ton of bricks, her heart going frigid and dropping to the pit of her stomach, like a bucket of ice water had just fallen on her head. Time stood still for a moment, her brain trying to make sense of the idea that you would do something so drastic for her. That you are in so much pain and misery that there’s no light left to guide you.

The dread instantly turns into guilt and self-hatred, cold and heavy in her chest. She chokes back tears, her body heaving with the force of her sobs, the sound of her broken wails filling the quiet apartment.

This is her biggest nightmare.

She couldn’t just stay here, listening to the sound of the clock ticking and not knowing if you’re okay. If you’re even alive. How long has it been since you actually wrote this letter?

She was going to be sick.

Pacing around the apartment, her whole body was shaking, on the verge of compromising everything. Any rational thought was blinded by the fear of not finding you when she gets back. She had to come back now.

Rushing through the hallway, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, her mind and body torn up with indecision. Not only hers, but everyone’s safety depended on this. The team’s mission depended on this. She can’t just show up while Doyle is alive and free, can’t throw away the whole purpose of her faked death.

This wasn’t fair.

With the heaviest heart, Emily knew that she couldn’t be reckless about this, not after so much time, not after they were so close to catching him. She had to trust JJ, in which she put her faith from the beginning, that she will see the heartbreaking signs and hold on to her promise to keep you safe and cared for.

She had to remain here. Even if it killed her inside.

—

“And I couldn't be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar

This pain wouldn't be for

Evermore”

They noticed. Of course they noticed, they are all profilers for God’s sake. It was all very subtle, but still perceivable - how you always got a call before going to bed, how sometimes they one of them came to sleep over in order to not be alone.

For your safety - you knew that.

It still hurt, prolonging a ghost’s life on Earth.

You really couldn’t understand, especially the way JJ acted, like there was something left to look forward to after this whole mess was done. Like the hole in your heart was going to magically diminish over time.

Everything was hopeless. Why did anyone even bother to dig you out of your grave?

You just wanted to go home.

Not much time has passed since you wrote that last letter, though sometimes you weren’t even sure what day it was. But one day, that you wish you didn’t know, came around so quickly, yet painfully slow - the seven months’ mark of Emily’s death.

You never did well on those days. You didn’t do well on any day, but these were always even more soul-crushing. Like something dark was searing through your insides and tearing your heart open, but still letting it function. Just like that, broken. Like your whole being. 

And one thing you were grateful for was that you never had to work on those days, instead allowing your grief to consume every piece of you while forcing yourself to remember your girlfriend’s presence through photos, messages and old memories. It was both healing and shattering you.

But this time you felt guilty, utterly useless. Because here you were, not moving an inch from your bed, while the rest of the team was in different parts of the city, either on the trail of catching Doyle or making sure that his son was protected from danger. 

Maybe now they will finally realize that they’re better off without you.

You sighed, wishing that this chaos will be over soon, so that you can find your peace.

—

The buzzing of your phone pulled you out from the dissociating state you were in. With a groan caused by the stiffness of your muscles, you reached over to the nightstand, narrowing your eyes at the sudden light that appeared in your face. Then you looked at the screen, a million questions going through your head.

Why was JJ calling you at well above two in the morning?

Reluctantly, you swiped over the phone, not bothering to bring it to your ear, instead putting her on speaker, “JJ? Is everything okay?”.

“y/n”, you could almost hear the relief in her voice, “Yes…well, not actually. Declan is missing and Doyle isn’t of any help. Seems like ‘I don’t know’ is his new favorite phrase. But we’ll manage to get through this”.

Despite the late hour, you felt fully awake as you heard that, “Declan’s missing? How did that happen? I thought there were agents protecting the house”.

”All dead”, JJ muttered, a hint of sadness in her voice.

”How are we going to find him then?”

With Emily’s help, she wanted so desperately to say. But she couldn’t, not now.

”We will figure it out tomorrow”, her voice was nearly too optimistic.

”So you called me at almost three in the morning just to tell me this?”, you found the situation almost humorous. 

“Not really”, she paused for a second, “I’m going to say something and I need you to not ask any questions”.

The fuck?

“Okay? I’m listening”.

”Can you unlock the front door and stay awake for a few more minutes? I promise I’ll explain everything tomorrow”.

You blinked a few times, confusion etched on the weary features of your face. Was she coming over? Why would she at this hour? This makes no sense.

”Sure…”, you mumbled, slowly getting out of bed to do the task in hand. Every muscle of your body ached as you made your way through the dimly lighted apartment, but you pushed the feeling aside, grabbing the keys.

After a couple of twists, you let them hang in the door. “Done”, you notified JJ.

”Great”, she whispered, this time being harder to decipher her voice. Was she anxious? Why would she be anxious?

“So that’s it?”

“That’s it. I’ll, uhm, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, y/n”.

Just like that, she hung up before you could even reply. What is happening? What was JJ up to? How were you even supposed to sleep now with a thousand questions roaming through your mind?

Your heart rate picked up as minutes passed and nothing was happening. A sense of unease spiked your senses whilst your eyes remained glued to the closed - but unlocked - front door, the atmosphere like a ticking bomb that reached its last seconds before explosion.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

A sudden knock startled you from the frozen state in which your body was, feeling your pulse now with each beat. Who could it be? JJ knew the door was unlocked, she would’ve just opened it herself. Was someone else from the team? Why would they pay a visit at 2:43 in the morning? Again, the pile of questions just wouldn’t stop forming. 

Without giving more thought into it, you just made your way towards the door, opening it in one swift motion. And as soon as your eyes landed on the person in front of you, time stopped.

She looked too real. The perfect raven hair, that gorgeous face, her chocolate brown eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. 

No. 

You shook your head, instinctively taking a few steps back. What kind of sick dream was this? Surely this couldn’t be her. She was dead - you buried her seven goddamn months ago. 

“Darling, mi amor”, her voice was shaky, the words dying on the tip of her tongue, “I…I can explain”.

Even her voice sounded too real. But it just couldn’t be. You watched her slowly taking a few steps in your direction and in return you made the same few steps back, the whole time never stopping looking at her.

Emily expected it, of course she did. She knew it wouldn’t be that easy, just waltzing back into your old shared apartment and waiting for you to welcome her with kisses and sweet words. But the sight in front of her was all the more excruciating - your hair was disheveled, easily guessing that you haven’t changed your clothes the whole day, your body was thinner and your eyes looked so exhausted. 

Yet, what managed to tear her heart was the sudden paleness of your face, looking like you’ve seen a ghost. She wished nothing more than being able to hold you again and take away every burden that you’ve been carrying for so long. Alone. 

“Please, it’s me. I’m real, I’m here. I can explain…please”, she felt on the verge of breaking down, trying her hardest to not let the tears fall. She couldn’t let you be the strong one, not now, not anymore.

She hesitated before taking another step forward, holding herself back from wrapping her arms around you, knowing how startled you are. So she remains there, carefully reaching her arms towards you, hoping against all odds that you won’t do the opposite again.

You were so ready to fight back, to refuse the possibility of this being real - until your eyes fell onto the ring on her left hand. 

This wasn’t a dream.

Your eyes darted between the ring and her face, your mouth too dry to get out any words, your heart beating so rapidly that you felt on the verge of passing out. The battle between your voices was intense, trying to understand how this was possible.

”I am so sorry, please. I really am. Not a day went by in which I didn’t think of you and how much you didn’t deserve this”, the wavering of her voice increased as she kept on talking, but that didn’t stop her from letting everything out, “I just…I just need you to know that I love you…I love you so much, y/n. And I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere ever again”.

Something snapped inside you once you heard your name falling from her lips, so full of love and regret. Your whole body started trembling, your lip quivering with the intensity of your emotions. And all you managed to do was to choke out one single word as you slightly raised your arms.

”Emily…”, her name came out as a pleading, the lump in your throat combined with the tears in your eyes threatening to overcome your whole being. 

That word, spoken in your soft, slightly slurring voice, sounds like music to her ears, tears suddenly brimming in her own eyes as a new wave of emotions washes over her. In an instant, her arms enveloped around your tremorring body, her hold tight and comforting, emanating a painful familiarity that you’ve been longing for. Right away, your arms grasped her body like a lifeline, for a split second gripping tighter than necessary to make sure that she was indeed here and not a sick flicker of your imagination.

She was really here.

That’s when you finally allowed yourself to collapse, cries turning into sobs, pouring out all the pain and heartache that have been consuming you for months, thinking that you’ll never feel any different. 

At that, she can’t hold the tears back anymore, letting them fall freely on her cheeks and onto your hair, each gut-wrenching sob from you breaking through her chest, a fresh wave of guilt washing over her. She could feel your pain from miles away, causing her cries to come out in a broken, ragged wail.

“I’m so sorry. I had to protect you”, she took a shaky breath in an attempt to explain everything, “I didn’t…I didn’t want to leave you, but I had to in order to keep you safe. If Doyle would’ve found out that I’m alive, you would’ve been the first person that he would have used to get to me…because I would have taken your place in an instant”.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to shout out how you would’ve figured out if she only talked to you. Or how she could have trusted you enough to leave at least the smallest sign that she was alive this whole time. But you didn’t want any of that, because, in this moment, you didn’t have an ounce of anger directed towards her. Except maybe to that annoyingly selfless soul.

“I know you would have”, you whispered against her neck, inhaling the soothing scent of her hair in an attempt to calm your sobs, “You didn’t change at all”.

She pursed her lips, trying to conjure a reply, but her mind was already full of endless apologies, “I’m so incredibly sorry - I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you…that if you’ll give me the chance”.

As soon as you heard those words, you pulled back a little to look into her eyes, feeling her hands holding you firmly in the fear of having destroyed everything you have built together. Just like always, everything that was left unspoken laid there in her vulnerable eyes - hope, anxiety, hurt, guilt, all submerged under the unmistakable, profound love.

You knew then the only answer possible, letting all the dozens of questions and “what if’s” melt away.

”Yes”, you managed to give her the first genuine smile in months.

Emily blinks at you a few times, searching for any hint of doubt in your gaze. She had been prepared to beg for your forgiveness, but the fact that you're not even the tiniest bit angry with her, the fact that you’re willing to forgive her so easily means more to her than she could ever put into words. She carefully cups your right cheek with her hand, her thumb caressing it with the most gentle motion.

”Yes?”, her voice cracked a bit, her emotions starting to get the better of her.

“Yes”, you replied full of conviction, grabbing her hand into yours and lifting it to your lips, placing a reverent kiss on the sparkling ring.

Overwhelming euphoria appeared in her eyes at the gesture, the whole time being so afraid that she would’ve had to give the ring back.

God, she didn’t deserve you.

“Thank you…Thank you so much”, she squeezed your hand in return as it fell comfortably on your side, “You’re seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you, y/n”.

”I love you too”, you said it back to her, basking into the unfiltered sense of happiness.

A moment of comfortable silence settled in, just two lovers looking at each other like they conquered the world.

”Does this mean we’re engaged now?”, she couldn’t help but ask.

“Only if you let me do the honors”.

Oh how much she missed your teasing.

With the silliest smile on her face, she handed you the ring, watching you get on one knee, just like that, in the middle of the hallway in your apartment, wearing your PJs, looking absolutely in love. There’s no other way she’d rather have this moment.

”Emily Prentiss, will you marry me?”, you asked, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

”Yes”, she immediately blurted out with a grin, watching as this time you slided the ring back where it was seconds ago.

Just like in a fairytale, you got up and wrapped your arms around her neck, kissing her with every ounce of tenderness and adoration. Nothing else mattered in this moment but the feeling of your lips brought together again and the fact that you did get your happily ever after. 

And that night when you both went to bed, savoring the cuddles and the feeling of your bodies next to each other like a completed puzzle, everything felt right again. When Emily’s arm instinctively guided you closer against her, her other hand slowly caressing over your back, her own body thrumming with a happy, almost giddy feeling as she got to hold you close in her embrace, everything felt right again. When she nuzzled her face into your hair and kissed the top of your head, relishing in the feeling of just holding you once more, after so long, everything felt right again.

You knew then that the rest will be figured out over time. All the questions and worries weren’t worth interrupting this perfect moment.

You had the love of your life in your arms again.

Maybe this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.

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[barbielore]

In order for Barbie to get qualified for all her 200+ careers, naturally she must have attended college, right?

Barbie's Campus was a chipboard playset not all that dissimilar to the early iterations of the Barbie Dreamhouse. It featured not just Barbie's dorm room, but other scenes like the Sweet Shop and the College Stadium.

The one that stands out to me most is the notion of the campus allowing Barbie to go to the Drive-In with Ken. Personally, I haven't ever heard of a college campus with a Drive-In. Is this an American thing? Is this a 60's thing? Or is this just a kids playing college thing?

Quite a few dolls (and collectors edition repos of dolls from that era) also reference Barbie and her pals as college students, such as Campus Sweetheart and Campus Spirit.

"I can't hold this pose forever" is an objectively very funny sentiment to put in the mouth of a collectors edition Barbie. Oh, Barbie. You have no idea how long you will be holding that pose.

The only name the college seems to have is "State College", which seems more like a description than a name. I wonder if they didn't want to associate her with a specific real university, or make up detailed lore about the fictional one so they kept it a little on the vague side.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

HII!! Its my first time requesting here!! But i have thought about this idea just a minute ago while daydreaming

So, mc was back in the human world and basically, lucifer or satan was forced to get married to maddi. And when mc came back it was the wedding day, and mc was so surprised, scared, angry qbout the news she heard and she feels betrayed so she immediately went to confront him about it and yeah. Idk how will this go but you can decide the ending!!! Thank you so much and have a good day/night/afternoon when u are reading this

Lucifer would not put such a responsibility on any of his brother's shoulders. While conversations of the Wedding Day come about, and your visage dances around his mind, his decision remains the same. "It's gonna break their heart, you know?" Asmodeus, might not be the person responsible for your upcoming heartbreak, but the thought of your sorrows gut him all the same. "Is there really no way out of this?" There's not. Had there been he would have made it so. But it looks like everyone's hands are tied in the situation.

"What would you have me do?"

"Do what you always do and figure it out!" There was nothing left to figure. The ceremony is in a week. Supposedly, The Great Witch has invited all of the guest, picked the venue, and her dress. He'd already been measured for his suit. You already knew, not that he told any of the others. He had gone to the Human World himself to inform you, it was the right thing to do.

You'd been furious. Tears streamed down your face, as you continued to ask how he could do this? His response of that he had to, did not console you, it instead made you all the more irate, sentencing to leave and wishing him a happy life. His only regret, was that in that moment, he could do nothing to soothe you. That after all the times you'd brought him comfort and joy; he brought you misery without any means of alleviating the pain.

The night before, Lucifer dreams of you. Dreams of your smile, of your humour, of the precious memories that he'll keep with him for centuries down the road. Only to awaken with a start upon watching it crumble. The image of you crying and asking how he could do this to you, haunt him right up to the altar as he stands awaiting for it all to end.

"Should anyone wish to object, speak now or forever hold your peace." It's like something out of those movies you'd used to sit and watch with Asmo, the doors slam open, followed by your angry shouting.

"I object! I seriously object!" Lucifer takes a good minute to get over the shock of seeing you.

"How did you get here?" When a certain white-haired demon, who had been missing for a suspicious amount of time, stumbles in behind you, Lucifer can't even prevent his name from falling out of his mouth. "Mammooooon!" Mammon, just hides himself behind you.

"It doesn't matter. You can't stop this, it's for the betterment of the Devildom after all." Maddi, isn't bothered by your interruption, merely shrugging at your presence.

"What if he's already my husband?" The whole room turns to you, Lucifer quirks a brow, surely you don't think your lie is going to convince an entire room of nobles? Especially while, Diavolo sits in the front row, who would have known straight away if this was the case.

"Excuse me?" Maddi now seems to be very irked.

"You heard me, we're already married!" He's got no clue where your confidence is coming from, or how you even concocted this whole idea, but he wants to laugh. "You'd really break the first ever human-demon marriage for something that's been done time and time again?"

"And why was no one of aware of this?" Lucifer thinks your lie has come to an end, especially from how shrink ever so slightly at her questioning.

"You'll have to forgive me Maddi, but I requested the pair to keep it a secret." Only for Diavolo to chime in. "In fact everyone will have to forgive me, because I can't allow for this ceremony to continue, especially given the importance for the Devildom's future that these two remain together." The room break out into murmuring, and Maddi is outraged.

"Lord Diavolo, what about-"

"Yes that agreement, Barbatos found something most interesting about the information you presented me that I believe requires a private discussion." There's not much time for Maddi to react, while Barbatos comes up beside her dragging her through a portal.

The events that follow are almost a blur, until it's just Lucifer, Mammon, Diavolo and yourself in the room. Diavolo lets out a loud laugh, turning to you with a signature grin. "I must say, you're always full of surprises! I had a feeling you were going to appear, but I didn't think you'd be bold enough to tell an outright lie in a room full of Demon Nobles."

"What can I say it's part of my charm." You match his grin with one of your own, something that amuses the prince even further.

"Indeed." Lucifer chimes in almost immediately, and the two of you exchange a wordless glance. There's several words that linger on both of your tongues, eagerly awaiting to be said. But as you both stare at each other neither of you are entirely sure where to even begin.

"...so you guys aren't actually married, right?" Mammon does not help. Neither does Diavolo as his laughter starts up again.

[ianthewife]

im a liar that lies so okay here it is by popular demand of like one and a half people

Ranking the silt verses characters that i find attractive and why (nobody look at me insane addition):

1. Val — every time she talks or does anything at all, all the blood rushes away from my brain and i fall unconscious hitting my head on the way down that’s honestly probably why i am this way. the gruesome mess and utter devastating tragedy of her existence is so hot to me. she can turn me into a chair whenever she wants to. all this to say: Val please please please please just one chance—

2. Mercer — a nasty obsessed honestly insane woman with zero hinges? ummm yes please? the way she says “mine” before a kill is doing some certain things to me but i shan’t say. love when she is cackling wildly going insane and murdering people. which means always. mercer call me back

3. Sibling Rane — always smiling when i think of them, their laughter has saved my life. cultist of the month the year the life and my heart. fuck it, ill convert to the Trawler-man bullshit even, im down. we are having a spring outdoor wedding with shrimp cocktail bar and everyone is invited. the ceremony will be wonderful and if they want to drown some people during it well whatever my beautiful spouse says

4. Carpenter — no explanation needed i think. she is everything to me on every single level, my love for her is vast and endless and soaring high in the sky. she has never and i say NEVER done anything that i would think is unattractive. i will forever and ever hold her in my heart. also DAMN her voice-

5. The Saint Electric — id fuck her. straight up. please don’t ask me why she is so high on the list

6. Hayward — when he is extremely pathetic or extremely goofy. he makes me laugh that’s all i need from a fictional man. also that one occasion in the end of s1 when he was screaming wildly i think that’s was hot i mean who said that-

7. Paige — putting fucking hayward over paige feels like blasphemy but i can’t help the way i feel. Fighting against doom is so hot. Yes baby quit your marketing job to birth a god. Can i run away with you? Also when she is angry and determined and her voice is sharp with frustration and- well you get it

8. Faulkner — when he is being insane or using that ridiculous goofy ass evil cult leader voice. i said what i said.

9. Shrue — when they are in the middle of a mental breakdown or beating the shit out of Carson. i love how they sound when they are distressed and at the end of their fucking rope<3

10. Cross — yep. you heard me. i won’t even apologize or deny this. baby, are you perchance looking for a 4th ex-wife? tbh would love to ruin this man even further. he is 1. hilarious (big time) 2. pathetic (BIG time) and that’s all i need to like a fictional man

11. Charity — idk i think we could have fun, she’d chase me through the woods and then… well, i digress

12. Carson — now NOW everyone STEP BACK and put your rifles down let me explain— this poisonous slug of a man is the most disgusting, sinister, sleazy, inhuman, heartless, cruel, reprehensible thing i have ever witnessed. i want to garrote the living shit out of him and smash his head through a concrete wall. and maybe in this unrepentant desire for violence against this man there is something slightly sexually charged?.. i… honestly don’t know and i will not examine it. also he talks as if he is constantly whimsically kicking his feet which makes me want to kill both him and myself.

[agatharkn3ss]

Why is Agatha lying?

Some spoilers!

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Ok, so it's getting more and more obvious that Agatha hasn't actually walked the Witches Road before. She always gives vague answers about it, almost like she recites them from memory (someone else told her these things?) and is surprised by the events and mechanics of the first trial.

Also, in one of the promos Teen asks Agatha why she allows people to believe these horrible things about her and she replies that the truth is far worse.

That makes me think that the rumour about Agatha trading her own child for a copy of Darkhold is also not true.

My theory is that her son must've been in some sort of danger and the only way to save him was for Agatha to walk the Road. She probably acquired the Darkhold by then - maybe she made some sort of deal with Rio, but my favourite theory is that Rio simply gifted her the book because they were an item back then. And/or maybe Rio wanted to trick her.

Either way, by the time Agatha's coven gathered, something went wrong. She got greedy/angry with the witches and instead drained their power (we see that scene in another promo). Alone, she could not summon the road so she failed and her son died/was gone forever.

To her this truth would be worse to Agatha for many reasons:

1) it would mean she failed at something and wasn't powerful enough. But she likes people to think that she's "exceptional" (this is the reason she gives Teen when explaining how she supposedly survived the Road) and she seems to derive her own worth from having the power and being "formidable". So in her eyes failure is not acceptable and something to be deeply ashamed for. Maybe that's why she craves more and more power, hoping it would fix her/make her feel better.

2) it would mean Agatha's own greed/temper/arrogance costed the life of someone she loved. We know Darkhold corrupts the mind, so she might be blaming Rio for giving her the book that affected her behaviour. But deep down she knows that Darkhold or not, she probably would've reacted the same way and she's ashamed of it

3) it makes her psychologically vulnerable and it scares her. She took the effort to point out to Rio that she's only "physically" vulnerable, but that's not what we saw in her "Agnes O'Conner' persona. Agatha likely never allowed herself to process the grief and doesn't know how to, probably still hanging on to the hope that one day she'll bring him back.

So rather than exposing the shame of all of the above, she chose to lie and tell everyone she did walk the Road and that the child was gone because she traded him for the Darkhold. She probably was telling this lie for so long - hundreds of years - that a part of her actually believes it.

Saying all of that, I don't like that theory and that the writers seem to be making Agatha's story all about her child. Because... doesn't that sound too familiar? Not being able to process the grief? Yearning for power to bring back her child? It feels like we're seeing just a re-write of Wanda, quickly falling into a trope that "every successful lady cop [witch] cannot have a healthy personal life" and must be longing for the fulfillment of motherhood...

So I really really hope that the writers don't go in that direction and that they stop making Agatha's entire arch all about child loss because that would just be so lazy and offensive - she's so much more colourful and deserves so much better.

I hope that all of that is just a bit of baiting to make us believe Teen is her son, when in fact he's someone else (Billy?). I mean it's Agatha's series and not Teen's or Wanda's!!! So maybe at one point the Road will make Agatha choose and she will give up the locket with (her son's?) hair and with that also the hope that she will ever bring him back. So it would stop holding her back and we can see her in all of her glory.

....And also so that she could shift all of her attention to a certain Green Witch.... *Pretty please*

[bitterbutblue]

Do you have any relationship headcanons about lingsha? To me, she seems the type to tease a lot EHWIHEWJANEOWM

I can imagine after a long (and irritating) day at the healers market she just wants to flop on the bed and cuddle with you, letting you play with her hair as she rants about her day

(is it obvious i love lingsha)

headcanons for lingsha

~ omg i like lingsha a lot too icl the vidyadhara all have me in such a chokehold like... damn,..fdheirwfgjfhkvdlsa; ~

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

⤷ you don't see her around now.. she's gotten so much busier ever since the alchemy commission offered her that job

⤷ still returns home to you every night, sometimes with food that Jiaoqiu made, other times she'll just collapse straight into your arms with no hesitation.

⤷ she melts around you, no longer needing to put up this facade she has built so well for the sake of her job and the alchemy commission.

⤷ usually always has remarks to everything you say (which would normally drive you off the walls but because she's your girlfriend you just roll your eyes or playfully throw something at her)

⤷ is so overly protective of you, always asking if you've eaten three meals a day, if you've drank water, if you've eaten three HEALTHY meals a day... and if you say no to anything you'll find her by your doorstep within 0.1 seconds with a meal and a glass of water

⤷ loves to fluster you in public, innuendos used all the time as she places a hand on your thigh or brushing her lips against your cheek as she leans in to whisper something to you...

⤷ thinks you're so adorable when your face is that pretty shade of pink and will do everything in her power to get you to blush

⤷ when she's exhausted, she'll always turn to you

⤷ she just melts in your arms, mumbling some muffled words you can't make out and you just smile and hold her tight as she rants or tells you about the events of her day

⤷ your own personal doctor who will put you over everything if you're ill! will take days off when you're ill just to stay by your side and ensure you're okay

⤷ as vidyadhara, she knows there comes a day where you'll leave before she does and she tries so hard not to think about it but it does get to her sometimes.. that's why, extremely rarely, you'll find her sobbing but she refuses to tell you what happened

⤷ just wants you by her side, always and forever <3

[muxshwriting]

the winner takes it all

Nico Rosberg x Hamilton!reader

summary: after 2016, nico cut you and your brother off. you reach out to him, wanting him to know you would always be his || warnings: slight angst, abandonment, threats || word count: 1328 || masterlist

It had been a hectic year, dating your brother's teammate who he was currently rivals with. The boys you'd grown up with had changed and evolved and grown ever more distant from each other. You'd spent most of the season juggling your emotions, trying not to celebrate too much when either of them one so the other didn't feel upset.

But as Nico crossed the line as World Champion, you couldn't hide your elation. The moment he was out of the car, he was jumping into the arms of his team. A part of your heart aches for Lewis, your brother, knowing how hard he had worked for this Championship, only to lose at the last second. But the pure joy that flowed through you dictated your actions as you threw yourself at Nico as he cheered. He pulled off his helmet, holding your head in his hands and pulling you in for a kiss.

"You won!" You're shouting over the crowd but Nico is nodding and grinning like a kid all over again.

"I won!"

Behind him, Lewis was watching his own sister congratulate the man who had just ruined his life instead of comforting her brother. How can Nico be so smug about taking everything Lewis had dreamed of? He was so nonchalant throughout interviews, as if he knew this was always meant to happen. But Lewis couldn't stop himself feeling bitter.

Nico could have the championship, Lewis could earn himself another. But Nico would not take everything from him, he would not take his sister. He watched his team celebrate from the sidelines, watched as his sister kissed and danced with the man she loved, the man he now hated. Tonight would be the last night he would come anywhere near his sister.

Whatever your brother did, you certainly noticed its affects even if you didn't know the reasoning behind them. Nico did not speak to again after the night he won the championship. Or any day after that.

In the beginning, you just assumed he was busy with interviews and stories, too busy to text you back or find the time to come and see you. But as time went on and he declined all your calls, it became obvious this wasn't a time issue. This was something else.

No matter where you went in Monaco, you could not find him. He didn't frequent the places you had shared, stayed away from your work and ignored anything you tried to reach out with.

"I don't understand Lew, he's not the kind of person that would do this, I don't know what happened." You're sitting in your brother's apartment, binging episodes of a random reality show and trying to figure it out.

"Maybe he thought he was too good now he's won the championship." Lewis felt bad for his sister, yes. But he was also glad Nico had realised what was good for him.

You wipe away tears. "We always talked about life after the championship was over, whether he won or you did. We were gonna move in together, take some time for ourselves, figure out if this was forever..."

"He mustn't think it was forever then."

"Then he should've told me that to my face, not completely blank me."

Two weeks later, by sheer coincidence you're sitting in the cafe you and Nico had often visited and he walked through the doors. He didn't notice you at first, ordering a takeaway and waiting by the counter. Quietly, you pack your bag and stand by the door, trying to catch him on his way out.

"Nico!"

He said nothing, his eyes widening as he recognised you. Nodding politely, he tried to push past you, not meeting your eyes.

"Nico?"

He finally met your gaze, swallowing the lump in his throat. "It's good to see you Y/N. I -"

"You’re gonna stay the fuck away from my sister, alright? I don’t want you to talk to her ever again."

"Lewis-"

"No! You won't talk to either of us again. You're nothing. You don't deserve her, and the sooner you realise that, the better off she is. She knows she's better off without you."

"Can we talk?" You ask.

Nico shakes his head. "There's nothing to talk about." He walks out the door but you follow.

"We need to talk about it Nico." You implore him. "Nico?"

"There's nothing to say."

"There's plenty to say Nico. Listen to me, please! I loved you, I still love you." You say. "Even after everything that happened, I never stopped. Why did you stop letting me see you?"

"Lewis told me to stay away. And you're better without me-"

"What?"

Nico turned to face you. "Lewis? He told me that you would be better without me, that you said that."

You're face is plastered with confusion. "Lewis told you not to talk to me? But- I never said that. Why does Lewis think he can control who I love?" As you were speaking, the anger grew. "Why did you listen to him?"

"Because he's right. You deserve more than me."

"Don't say that!" You quickly reply. "I don't care what my brother thinks, you are the world champion. You deserve everything, especially me! He can have any model he wants, all the races, all the wins, all the championships but I want you. I want to have you and I want to be happy with you."

Nico’s expression sours. “We’re not doing this here, not now.”

"I want you!" You yell after him, not caring who else heard. "Only you."

"Your brother-"

"Stop talking about my brother!" You beg him. "Please, I love you Nico."

He sighs, running a hand down his face. "Alright," he gestures you to follow him, "We need to talk somewhere more private."

Silently agreeing, you grabbed his hand and led him through the winding streets of Monaco until you reached his apartment building. He hadn't moved yet and as he unlocked the door, you let yourself admire the man you would always love. Nothing inside the apartment had changed except the pictures hanging on the wall.

Nico had a wall of pictures that you had helped him create. They were moments from his karting career, his life and his relationship with you. There was a new picture in pride of place at the very top of the wall, the place he put his favourite. It was a picture of the day he won his championship, a picture of you and him in a lovers embrace, confetti falling around you and sweat dripping from his hair. It was the perfect picture that captured everything you and him were.

"That's new." You point to the picture and look at Nico hopeful.

"Yeah." He smiles. "The team photographer sent me the original and I couldn't think of a better place to put it."

You took the chance and stepped closer to Nico, almost pressing your body against his. You felt the sharp intake of breath from him as he tucked a loose hair behind your ear.

"Are you sure?"

You're nodding before he's even finished. "We're gonna move in together, and take some time for us. And I know it's going to work because this is what I want in forever. I want you to my forever."

"Will you marry me?" He whispered the question like he didn't quite believe what he was saying.

"Yes." You immediately answer before Nico can backtrack. "Yes. Please."

Nico stepped back and shook his head slightly. "Wait- Y/N, just wait. I don't know why I said that."

"Are you trying to take it back?"

"No!" He hurriedly corrects. "I think we need to go slow. I haven't talked to you in three weeks."

"Three weeks don't matter, we know each other, we know that this works. Why do we have to wait?"

Nico couldn't hide his smile as he dipped his head to press his lips against yours.

"Why wait indeed..."

[ripdragonbeans]

Do You Believe In Fate // Part 3 // Aegon II x Reader

Summary: Over two years have passed since you've seen Aegon. A surprise dinner brings you two back together.

Warnings: None

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

It had been over two years since you heard from Aegon, much less actually seen him. At first it hurt but it soon faded to the back. Of course, you still kept in close touch with Helaena and Aemond. Aemond actually attended the same university as you, King’s Landing University. 

It was your junior year of university and you were doing wonderful. Aegon would forever live in your mind, that you knew for sure. What you didn't expect was finding a new best friend in Aemond.

Being close to Aemond was nothing like being close to Aegon. While Aegon brought an exciting amount of chaos into your life, Aemond brought calm serenity and deep introspections. The two of you still gossiped, with Helaena, but it was nothing like what it was with Aegon. 

Touch wise, Aemond was very different from Aegon. Physically, Aemond welcomed you but it was more of a gentle, protective touch. While Aegon was more playful and could be a but more aggressive, Aemonod was careful and tender. There was casual leaning in each other or holding hands to keep track of one another as well as simple hugs of genuine care and thanks. 

Again, you missed Aegon. He was so familiar, so safe, but he was gone. He made his choice and you made yours. He chose Cassandra over you and you chose to protect your heart, as much as you could, by turning a new leaf and going to university. You couldn't help but wonder if he was still with her. From what you've learned from Helaena and Aemond, Aegon attended Dragonstone Community College. 

While you were still in the same area, you did your best not to see him. Every now and then you'd catch a glimpse of him by his favorite coffee shop or record store. You made a point to avoid those spots. They held too many memories, too much pain. You may not have ever been dating but it still felt like you lost a part of you. Your mind wandered to the red string of fate. You laughed coldly. Of course people would believe in the red string of fate, a tie that linked you to your soulmate. 

“You doing okay?” Aemond asked you. 

The two of you were walking side by side through campus, spending time together on your lunch break. It was a sunny day with the wind blowing gently. There were few clouds in the sky and you basked in the nice weather.

“I've been thinking, I guess,” you told him. A moment of silence passed before you spoke again, this time softly. “I miss him. I know it's been over two years since I've even heard from him, but it's like there's something missing.”

Aemond took your hand and led you to a bench. Sitting down, he put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you in for an awkward side hug. “You're doing your best and that's what counts. Sorry, Helaena is better at this than I am.”

“‘This’ being?”

“Comforting, I guess. Or just when it comes to Aegon in general,” he shrugged. A moment passed before Aemond spoke again. “You know he's been out of community college for about a year now?”

“Don't worry, I've kept in mind the dates,” you joked. “But yeah, he graduated this past spring.”

“If he had decided to walk would you have attended?”

“Honestly?” You wrapped your arms around yourself. “I don't know. I'm proud of him and I'd want to celebrate with him but I think seeing him would hurt me. There's a pain that never went away, Aemond. I don't know if it ever will.”

“Hmm.”

“Okay, what's that about?”

“I don't think you give yourself enough credit. You can heal, I know you can. Yes, it'll take quite a while, but it will happen.”

“Wow, you have a lot of faith in me,” you rolled your eyes. “Did you forget about the part where I lost my childhood best friend over a girl? I've been with him through everything and he still chose her.”

“And he's a dick for doing that but you deserve someone better than him.”

“Thanks, Aemond.” You gave him a small smile.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Aemond spoke up.

“After listening to you talk, do you think you’re ready for this weekend? We’re all going to be back at the house for a family dinner tomorrow and then it’s family bonding time, whatever that’ll entail.”

You felt the color drain from your face; you forgot about the family dinner. Instead of answering him, you got up to your feet. “Let’s get going, I don’t want to be late for class.”

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Nothing new or exciting happened. All you could think of was the dinner later this weekend. You’d voluntarily be seeing Aegon for the first time in at least two years. You knew it was going to be an awkward time, everyone could see that. Yet, at the same time, you were excited at the prospect of even being in the same room as him. You missed him, a lot. 

“Hey, Aemond!” you called to him as he walked out of his class. Jogging up to him you asked, “Can I crash at your place tonight? Helaena is out with the entomology majors.”

Aemond smiled. “Of course. You can take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

You held Aegon tight, afraid that if you stopped holding him he would disappear again. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you inhaled his scent. You've missed him so much. Aegon gently played with your hair as you snuggled closer to him. This was what you wanted and now that it was a reality it seemed too good to be true. 

“I'm sorry,” Aegon whispered.

You pulled yourself closer to him in response. “It's okay, Aeg.”

“No, it's not okay. I shouldn't have left you. I was scared and stupid and a dick.”

You pulled your head away to look at him. “Then why didn't you come back sooner?”

“Because I was a coward,” he sighed. “I did see you with Helaena and Aemond, you know. I'd catch glimpses of you three around town and I would just…watch. You looked so happy with them, all of you looked so happy. I thought it was best that I stay away.”

“You saw us around town? That's a little creepy, Aeg.”

“It's kind of hard to avoid you and my siblings when we still live in the same area,” he laughed.

You unraveled one of your arms around him to take a hold of his hand. “I saw you, too. I saw you with Cassandra a lot.” You stared at your intertwined hands. 

Aegon didn't say anything. 

“You seemed very happy with her. You would smile and your eyes would light up, or at least I thought they did. Seeing you with her broke me,” you whispered the last sentence. 

“I'm so sorry, I -”

“It's okay, Aeg. You didn't know. I won't hold it against you. I don't think I could ever hold anything against you.” You squeezed his hand.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head before kissing your cheek. Letting go of your hand, Aegon used his to turn your face to him. You could see all the words unsaid in his eyes. All of the emotions, all of the love. Carefully, he lowered his face and brushed his lips against yours.

“I'll never leave you again, I promise.”

“And I won't let you go.”

“Hey, we gotta leave soon”

 The voice was calm and collected and had a feminine touch to it. Knowing it wasn’t Aegon, you burrowed back under the covers.

“Or we can stay here and hide forever. It’s up to you. Either way I’ll be with you, even if I might sneak out to grab some food for us.”

The door opened and a set of footsteps entered the room.

“It’s time to get up,” the new voice said.

“Neither of you are Aegon so I don’t really want to listen to you.” You mumbled out.

“All we need is Aegon? Okay, let me go get him,” the second voice taunted. 

You were sure they were bluffing until you heard the footsteps retreat.

“WAIT!” You shot out of bed. 

Aemond smiled at you. “Gotcha.”

Helaena slapped Aemond’s arm. “You can’t be saying stuff like that.” She dropped her voice to a whisper, “You know how fragile she can be.”

Glaring at Helaena, you kicked off the covers and stretched. “I’m not fragile, we know this.”

Helaena looked at you knowingly but nodded her head all the same. “So,” she clapped her hands. “How do we want to go about this family dinner?”

“Personally, I would like to go back to bed,” you offered.

“Nope. Next idea. Aemond?”

Aemond pulled his long hair back into a messy bun. “We can ignore Aegon all day? Or whenever we’re all in the same building.”

You rubbed your face and actually took the time to realize where you were. After classes, you went to spend the night in Aemond’s dorm, feeling completely spent. There was nothing sexual or romantic about it. You also knew you just didn’t want to be alone. 

“I know I said I was ready but I’m gonna take back everything I said. Gods, what if Cassandra is with him?” you groaned.

“Cassandra isn’t going to be around,” Helaena reassured you. “It’s a family only gathering.”

“Then why am I invited?”

“You’re family, you know that,” scoffed Aemond. “You’ve been with us since we were little, of course we’re including you.”

You looked at the siblings in front of you and truly took them in. Helaena sitting by you with her legs tucked underneath herself. She looked at you with big eyes, waiting for your response. Aemond was back to leaning on the wall, his one eye intense yet soft, trained on you. You don’t know where you’d be without these two.

“How about this,” Helaena started. “Let’s just begin our day by cleaning up, my dear. Wipe that sleep off your face.”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. “Aemond, out!”

“But it’s my room!” he exclaimed. 

“Just wait for us in the lobby. I brought her stuff, we’ll be there in a bit,” Helaena ordered.

Aemond mumbled under his breath as he sulked out. 

“You can do this,” Helaena told you once the door closed.

“I'm worried about whether or not I can do this, I'm worried about what he might do. And I know it's supposed to be a family only dinner but what if he does end up bringing Cassandra? No one can stop him.”

“If Cassandra is there I’ll personally make Aegon’s life a living hell. He knows better than that.”

“This is Aegon we’re talking about. Of course he doesn’t know better.”

“Okay, fine. He doesn’t. Let’s pretend that he does and get you ready for the day, okay?”

You sighed. “Let’s get this going.”

Finally getting up from the bed, you looked around the room until you saw the bags that Helaena must have brought in.

“All your stuff is there,” she said. “I brought what I thought would be the cutest outfit, and it might make Aegon look your way, too. Not that he doesn’t. Just a little reminder of who he’s missing out on.”

“Hel,” you laughed, “and I’m supposed to trust your word?”

“Okay, it might be a bit much, at least for me, but it’s still cute!” 

Rolling your eyes, you opened up the bags to find one of your basic black tank tops paired together with a gray cardigan. “Wow, so wild, Hel.”

“Don’t forget your jeans!”

“I’m not going to forget my pants, promise.”

“If you do forget them I’m sure Aegon wouldn’t mind,” Helaena smirked.

You threw a pillow at your friend, smiling and giggling. After many interruptions from Helaena, you were able to pull yourself together into a decent outfit within twenty minutes, hair and makeup included. The two of you walked arm and arm out of Aemond’s dorm and headed down to meet him.

“Gods, you took forever,” Aemond groaned when he saw you two. “All you had to do was get dressed, not prepare for the queen or anything.”

“Oh, whatever,” you laughed and turned to the siblings. “Shall we?”

Helaena took your hand. “Yes, we shall. Onwards to our humble abode!”

Aemond rolled his eyes as the three of you headed out of the dorms and to their familial home.

“My loves!” Alicent exclaimed as you all entered the house. She wrapped each of you in an individual hug and planted a kiss on everyone’s cheek. “I know you only live minutes away but I still miss you all terribly. You’re all doing great things and I couldn’t be prouder.”

“Mother, let us get all the way in,” Aemond chuckled. He always had a soft spot for her. “I’ll tell you everything once we can inside.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Alicent ushered everyone into the living room. 

It was just as you had remembered. A well-lived living space with classy decor that screamed money, but not too much money. Plopping down on the couch, you were sandwiched between Aemond and Helaena. Cozying up with the two felt so normal, so familiar.

“Tell me what you’ve been up to,” Alicent smiled. She always loved hearing about our successes. Academic success has always been one of her favorites to hear about. When it came to her children, they were her pride and joy. Nothing would stop her from making sure her children were successful, whatever that meant to them individually. 

While Alicent didn’t grow up with money, she unwillingly married into it. The siblings’ father, a dead-beat dad, had all the money and didn’t care what they did with it. Alicent used it to get her children into college, community college in Aegon’s case. Seeing them in school, watching them grow, was what made her heart happy.

Aemond told his mother all about the classes he was taking and the various papers and projects that have been assigned. Aemond loved learning and made sure it was something that he was constantly doing. Every now and then, you and Helaena would pop in with your own anecdote or correct him on a small detail. It was an enjoyable time, recounting your adventures, all of them not super exciting, to Alicent. After about an hour of talking, the front door opened.

“I’m home and I’m ready for some food!” Announced Aegon.

“And I’m so excited to join you!” Said another person.

Your chest tightened at the sound. You knew that voice. You’ve been avoiding it as much as possible. Helaena cast a worried glance at you before covering your hand with her own and giving you a reassuring squeeze. Aemond casually put his arm around your shoulders and tucked you in his side. Alicent saw the small movements but didn’t say anything. Instead, she cocked her head to the side and looked towards the front door. 

“Aegon?” Alicent asked as she stood up. “Who is your friend?”

Aegon entered the room holding a hand. “This is Cassandra, my fiance.”

Your heart dropped. 

“So happy to meet the family!” Cassandra said excitedly. Her eyes locked on yours. “Oh, I didn't realize she'd be here too. She's family?”

In a quick movement you grabbed Aemond’s hand that wasn't around your shoulders and tucked yourself in so much that you were almost sitting on his lap. “I'm actually dating Aemond,” you revealed.

Aemond looked at you with slight concern but he knew you well enough to run with it. A small smile played on his lips as he leaned down to muzzle against you.

Helaena didn't miss a beat. “They've been dating for a few months now. Ugh, they're so cute!”

Aegon eyes darted back and forth between you and Aemond. “Never really thought you two would get together.”

“Never considered you to settle down, so I guess we're both surprised,” you shot back at him.

The silence was thick. Everyone glanced around at one another waiting for the tension to break. You, however, didn't look at anyone else. You kept your eyes on Aegon, a silent challenge. He brought in a fiancee so you'll bring in a boyfriend. Whether or not he meant to hurt you, you'll throw it back at him. You didn't want to believe that he and Cassandra were engaged. Their relationship being a sham is the only way you could wrap your head around.

“I believe Criston has dinner all set,” Alicent clapped her hands. “Let's eat!”

Helaena let go of your hand to go but you held on to Aemond's. Instead of following everyone else to the kitchen you held back Aemond.

“Are you okay with this?” You squeezed his hand.

“Fake dating you? Yeah, I'm okay with it. Aegon pulling up with Cassandra is a stupid move. We'll give him a run for his money.” Aemond gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Are you okay with PDA more than kisses on the cheek?”

“I'm down for it all, except for sex.”

“Way to make a guy feel great,” he rolled his eyes. 

You smacked his arm with your free hand. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”

“Let's make him feel like shit.”

Aemond and you shared a mischievous grin before heading to the battle: dinner.

[cerealbishh]

"We get to, this season, explore their chemistry and their real love and their intimacy. So we get to have a glimpse into that world that just feels so pure and beautiful and romantic! And then, sort of navigating those other circumstances once they're out in the world, dealing with real... challenges." - Isa in an interview with The Knockturnal(x)

[crystalpallette]

get you a girl who can give you everything

this started a long long time ago when I made a joke about how sega should put ringo in more dresses, and then my friend reminded me that oh yeah!! I can do that instead!!! and then one thing led to another and we joked about punk ringo and I drew that too. using ringo like a dressup doll is so cathartic it's kinda crazy

some bonuses (original designs, timelapse) under the cut bc I like these designs!! I might do some more with them!! please disregard the band poster in the first second of the timelapse that's something else!!!

[lastparty]

quite distraught about nona compilation

[best-enemies]

I've reached season 5 on my CSI rewatch and I'm a few episodes past "Swap Meet", where a woman is murdered after attending a swing party with other couples from the neighbourhood. Near the end of the episode there's a moment that made me jump from my seat:

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two cups. He hands her a cup of tea.)

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRASS' OFFICE]

Erin Brady: Everybody fantasizes about other people. (She glances at Grissom.)

Even you, Mr. Grissom. A neighbor, a friend ... girl at the office.

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY]

(The door opens. Paul Brady walks out of the hallway. Erin Brady walks out into the hallway. Sara is sitting in the hallway chair watching them. She watches as they meet and kiss.)

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two culps. He hands her a cup of tea.)

LIKE!!!!!!!

Right after Erin ends her sentence with 'girl at the office', the first time Sara and Grissom meet again, he brings her tea. This might be an innocent interaction but to me it seemed like a nod to this relationship they have where both are into each other, know about the other's feelings, but can't/won't do anything about it (although Sara has kind of given Grissom an ultimatum). I don't know if it was intentional - I'm guessing it is, because I picked it up immediately. I might or might not have squealed in delight.

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

i would like to stop experiencing the full spectrum of human emotions every day please. putting this out into the universe