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somber-sapphic · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Um so I just read your Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader and now I’m opposed. Your writing got me into this ship and this show bahaha- and speaking of your writing I f*cking love it. Literally lights up my day/days whenever I read one of your posts and I get so excited ahaha so legitimately thank you🥲 if possible could you do another one of Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader? Idrc about what prompt, just like a bad situation, to worse to better you know. If you don’t want to write for them I’d love to read another WandaNat x Reader🫣 (but if u really need a prompt something like insult to injury) thank you!

I hope you’re doing okay and it’s okay if you aren’t <3 and hopefully u are taking care of yourself. I’ve been reading ur fics for ages so if u ever need like a randoms imaginary shoulder to cry on I’ve got you ;) 🌸

Worse Alone

I am so, so sorry it took me so long to get to you 🌸! I can't express in words how much what you said means to me though, like (and I say this a lot, I know, but it's true) stuff like this truly gives me so much motivation. I love you so much and I will give you my imaginary shoulder any day that you need it. Btw, you don't have to sensor your swears unless you truly want to, I am the queen of obscenities <3

[[Summary]] Smoke and semi-working lungs don't go too well together. But you have a job to do. (marina x reader)

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A five-hour blaze wasn’t something that anyone wanted to deal with, but it was something that you and your team knew how to deal with. Of course, it was dangerous for everyone around, but it was also thrilling. You all ran into fires for a reason, the eight of you were adrenaline junkies who felt the irresistible need to save lives.

Every so often after a particularly rough day Maya, Carina, and you would just curl up together in bed, no one sleeping despite how exhausted the three of you would be. The brunette would alternate between stroking your hair and rubbing Maya’s back, cushioned in between the two of you as if she needed the pressure to prove to her that you both were safe.

To call today a ‘rough day’ would be an understatement. Thankfully everyone had survived, but a young woman had been sent to Grey Sloan with severe burns, screaming about her baby. The baby, a severely annoyed two-year-old, was thankfully fine. The little boy had been distracted fairly quickly as the other paramedics checked him over, focusing on the stethoscope which he for some reason found absolutely fascinating.

His mother was rushed to the burn unit but from what you and everyone else knew she was holding strong and the boy's other mom was taking care of him. That wasn’t the worst part though. The worst part was that your body was utterly pissed with you for deciding to treat it so badly and it was taking it out on you at the worst possible time.

You had done the best that you could when it came to fighting the blaze, resisting the urge to attach yourself to an oxygen tank even when you were outside of the house, away from the smoke. Entering the house was an atrocious idea, but your girlfriend was in there. You had ignored Andy’s orders and raced to rescue the woman you loved.

The blonde knew that you weren’t feeling very well, she had heard you coughing in the bathroom before the call had come in and had tried to convince you to go home. Then of course the alarm sounded and there was nothing that either of you could do. Sure you wanted to be anywhere but inside a burning building with your lungs already starved for oxygen, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice.

Maya was fine, momentarily hindered when a piece of the roof collapsed leaving her needing to find a new way to get herself out. You had helped despite her protests that she could do it on her own and that you needed to leave. Instead of doing what she asked of you, you took the time to help her get out, working strategically and quickly around the debris.

You made it through without passing out even a little bit and the fire was finally extinguished. When you got outside you pulled your helmet off and half stumbled over to Ben in search of oxygen. He noticed your struggle and passed over a mask, asking repeatedly if you were okay as you sat down on the bumper of the Aid Car, your gear practically pulling you down. Gravity was not working in your favor.

“Y/n, let me take your jacket off,” Ben ordered, sounding like a doctor. He was a doctor. The damn man had too many careers, it sometimes frustrated you just how accomplished he was.

“Back off, Probie.” You rasped, shrugging him away. Technically you had rank over him, so technically you could order him around. The loophole totally worked for you as long as it mean that he’d leave you alone. You didn’t have any problem with Ben as a person, he was actually a pretty nice dude, but you had absolutely no wish to be ‘Doctored’ right now.

You were expecting to be yelled at, but thankfully Andy hadn’t come over to shout while you were still on the scene. You could see her casting you frustrated looks while she talked to your girlfriend, but left it alone. That only lasted until you got to the station.

“L/n!” Andy yelled, stomping over to you. She looked angry but also concerned. Maya was beside her, wearing a similar expression. “What the hell were you thinking? You endangered every one of us!” The captain snapped, glaring down at you.

You stood to meet her gaze, trying to look less weak than you felt. Fighting her on this was probably a poor decision, but you had no intention to take this lying down.

“I was doing my job, Captain.” You bit back. Andy bristled at the comment, rage hardening in her eyes. The woman beside her bit back what would definitely be a remake would probably upset everyone and reserved herself to a slight shake of the head.

“Check. Your. Tone. L/n. I am your boss, not your punching bag. I don’t care that you aren’t feeling well, that doesn’t give you an excuse to be an ass. You could have gotten yourself and others hurt.” Now it was your turn to bristle.

“Maya was trapped, she needed-”

“She needed you to do what you are told instead of ignoring direct orders. You aren’t the only one on this team Y/n, do you understand that? If you ever do something so stupid again I will have you suspended. For now, you will be taking two weeks paid leave. Take care of yourself. Come back when you’re done making stupid decisions.” Her voice softened on the last sentence, expression fading from stern boss to worried friend.

You sagged slightly, shrugged, and looked over at Maya in hopes to find support there.

“Come on Y/n. Carina’s off today, I bet she’ll make you some soup.” She held out a hand and part of you didn’t want to take it. Part of you wanted to prove yourself to your boss, but Maya’s offer was too good to pass up. Carina made the best soup and she was always so good at knowing exactly what you needed.

You took the hand and allowed yourself to be led out of the station, ignoring everyone’s kind words and well wishes. Maya got you situated in the car, both of you silent. She was incredibly gentle, brushing your hair away from your face and lingering a bit with her touches, but she was still frustrated with you. It was okay, you understood. You had scared her.

The ride home was quick and quiet. You were half asleep and Maya was listening to the radio, your cough overpowering the soft music. Carina would probably insist that you sleep with at least two humidifiers tonight, but it wouldn't matter, at least you’d be with them.

You let your eyes slip closed and you leaned against the cool window, shivering in your loose clothes. You wanted your bed and someone to hold you. Unfortunately, you’d have to wait for those things. They’d probably make you shower before you were allowed to climb into the bed.

You were right. The second you got into the house Carina was all over you, asking a flurry of questions and speaking in rapid-fire Italian about your condition. Normally you loved to listen to speak the language that you didn't understand, but now it was just messing with your mind.

She had ordered you and Maya into the bathroom, promising to have your room made up with whatever she believed that you would need to feel better. The shower was nice enough. Maya washed your hair, allowing you to lean back against her in your exhaustion. It was tough to stay standing, but she was there, making sure that you would be okay.

“M’sorry.” You rasped, blinking teary eyes at the worried looking blonde. She tilted her head to the side and smiled, gripping your elbows tightly.

“Babe, I just want you to be safe. I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I wish that you had told one of us sooner, then you would have gotten to be with Carina all day. It could have been a good day, not an awful one. Okay?” You nodded your understanding and sniffled softly, your nose running in what you were sure was a disgusting way. Maya looked at you lovingly nonetheless.

When the brunette said that she was going to get everything you could possibly need, she had really meant it. The room that the three of you shared was decked out in everything one would want for a sick day. Boxes of tissues, a mug of tea on the bedside sitting beside a glass of apple juice, three humidifiers, a bottle of cold medicine, a fluffy blanket, and extra pillows.

“You did that pretty fast, Car.” You forced out, climbing into the bed with the help of both of your girlfriends. Maya followed and wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close while Carina measured out a dose of medicine.

“Si, I work quickly. Now open your mouth, I want to see how high your temperature is.” She was in work mode right now, they’d be time for joking after you did what you were told. You pouted but opened your mouth, holding the thermometer under your tongue. The brunette carded her fingers through your hair as you waited for the reading, looking utterly disappointed.

“102.3, oh Y/n, no wonder you do not feel well. Take this, alright? Then you can go to sleep.” She kissed your forehead, prompting you to obey her wishes. You were a sucker for physical attention, even more so when you were sick.

The medicine tasted like you licked a fake plastic cherry and stung your throat, but it was what it was. Both women smiled when you finished it and you got twin kisses on each of your cheeks. These women were amazing.

You felt your eyes fill with tears and you ducked your head, not wanting to show them that you were about to cry. That was just too much, they didn’t need to deal with your unnecessary emotions at the same time.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Maya crooned, tilting your chin back up so that you were forced to meet her crystal blue eyes. You felt Carina’s arms slip around your waist as she sat on your other side and that was about all that you could take.

You broke into stifled sobs and pressed your head against the blonde's shoulder in search of comfort. You didn’t want to talk about it, you just wanted to cry. Which was stupid, because earlier you had been completely fine. Now you were bawling like a baby in the arms of your girlfriends.

Neither of them said anything while you cried, they just let you, holding you close until you were too tired to cry anymore. You didn’t actually remember falling asleep, all that you knew was that one minute it was dark out, and the next you were laying down with your head on Carina’s chest, both of the women asleep beside you.

Your body still hurt and you still felt disgusting, but at least you weren’t alone. Being sick and alone was worse than being sick with people who loved you.

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danfrik · 1 year ago

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IT IS I, ONCE AGAIN.

Did'ya miss me? Probably not, anyway.

I'm here with another drawing that I kind of procrastinated to finish until today-

It took me like five hours to finish what I already had started...

But whatever, welcome again to my impulsive (and kind of stupid) little brain, I'm going to talk about this and you will read everything.

⚠️Minor/Major Spoilers Ahead⚠️

First things first.

I want to make clear that, yes, Miles and Phoenix switched bodies just like Aziraphale and Crowley did.

Those marks on Phoenix's face? Let's just say that that one headcanon about holy water tears is a thing here (because I'm a sucker for angst).

I also want to point out some details about the switch thing because... well, I just want to talk about every little detail, let me cook.

• On Good Omens (the TV show, of course), Crowley (as Aziraphale) has an ice cream while Aziraphale (as Crowley) has a popsicle, but here I decided to be special and reverse that because, honestly, I see Phoenix being more of a popsicle guy, and Miles more of an ice cream type of man, don't ask me why.

(Also, I gave Miles a strawberry ice cream with sprinkles and Phoenix a grape popsicle, I'm sure you know why.)

(Because Miles likes pink and Phoenix likes "grape juice", that's why.)

• One of the things that I did to make the switch slightly more obvious is the frown, more specifically Miles' frown, the old "Edgeworth glare™️".

So, no matter how hard Miles is pretending to be Phoenix, we cannot take away his glare. On the other hand, Phoenix is really expressive (even behind those shades, yes), so he'll try to keep it either slightly neutral or keep that rest bitch expression (did I say that right?).

I mean... he is pretending to be Miles, y'know?

• Other thing that I did was change Phoenix's clothes while Miles is pretending to be him.

Gave him a waistcoat and his tie back because, of course, Miles thinks they suit Phoenix just fine (and he is absolutely right) and because he could never dress like a basic bitch, he is a classy bitch after all.

Oh, and I gave Phoenix a little handkerchief, like I said, Miles is a classy bitch... with questionable fashion sense *stares at his jabot*.

And, not gonna lie, Phoenix has no fashion sense, at all, the only reason he slays like he does in his usual outfit, is because he takes Miles' advice every now and then, but if it were for him he would wear crocs with socks (I mean, based, I do that too).

• Oh, I almost forgot about a tiny detail.

Miles also managed to brush Phoenix's little flick of hair, you know that one.

He likes to be presentable, no hair out of place.

• Phoenix didn't change anything of Miles, he is perfect as it is (jabot and all, I guess).

Now that I covered those little details, I can proceed to talk about other things >:)

Actually, is more of the same topic anyway.

The whole switching bodies trick, that is.

Aside from the details about costume and mannerisms, I want to talk about both sides.

How Phoenix will act in heaven and Miles in hell?

I picture it kind of like this:

For Miles side, pretending to be Phoenix is not as difficult as he would've thought, at least for the bantering and body language part.

Quite surprisingly, he does pretty great, the only difficult part might be the facial expressions, but he managed to not catch anyone's attention anyway.

Like in the TV show (Good Omens, I mean), Miles exaggerates little things about Phoenix, like being a bit more dork, maybe even a bit nonchalant or flamboyant, slightly dramatic but not too much.

Now for Phoenix, it is kind of difficult for him to not react at the petty coments and keep a neutral face but he manages, though his eyes speak for him, of course.

He keeps this solemn atitude, even spoke with the same flourishness that Miles tends to speak with, and bows before the Archangels.

Not that he wants to, but he knows that Miles does that out of respect for any higher being.

His body is mostly stiff, not daring to make any sound unless necessary, he only dared to glare when the hellfire came and when they insulted Miles.

Miles, much like Aziraphale, played with the holy water, splashing just enough so it won't reach anyone but also enough so no one would dare to get close to him.

Also joked around and asked for a rubber duck and a towel (and almost dared to ask for some scented candles).

"Y'know? It is quite relaxing being like this, it feels refreshing, a demon could get used to this."

With Phoenix is quite similar as to how Crowley messed a little with the Archangels, but he didn't stay silent.

He took a deep breathe once he was on the fire, did the "breathing fire" trick as well, and made a little joke, as if taunting them for not being able to destroy Miles nor him.

"I've been to hell recently, it was really lovely if you ask me, warm and cozy... you'd like it."

And so, both sides let them go and switch back again.

Leading to a small talk about both sides leaving them alone for a while, the not-apocalypse, the "antichrist" and all that.

Of course, finishing with that date- I mean, dinner at the Ritz, cheering for the world while a nightingale sings not so far away.

Oh, and I want to add a little thing too!

When they stand up from the bench, after switching again, I kind of want Phoenix to make a little joke about his own name, kind of like:

"I'm gonna be honest with you, angel, I really felt like I raised from the ashes back there."

"Must you be so foolish all the time?"

"Aw, c'mon, you think it's funny, I can see you holding back!"

"Nonsense, I would never consider funny that ridiculous and foolish joke of yours..."

[Spoilers: He did]

Anyway, I think that's all, at least for now.

Thanks again if you have read all the way down, if you didn't... well, that's understandable, but thank you anyways!

Hope you have a nice day, stranger!

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #wrightworth #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #alternate universe #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #art #digital art #sorry for the long text #i just really need to let out my ideas once in a while #i didn't mean to be this obsessed #actually #i kinda did

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come-away-with-me87 · 7 months ago

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It Takes Two Chapter 8

Chapter 7 here

Note: I will also be posting Chapter 9 later today, just need to make some tweaks first ;)

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They all trickled out of the classroom, leaving you and Shouta alone. You looked over at him; he side-eyed you, and finally said words to you: "you do look different today, Miss L/N. Got a date with your new boyfriend tonight?" All right, then. You guessed that the first name basis thing was truly only out of the school setting. You snapped back, "not that it's any of your business, Mr. Aizawa, but no I don't. I just felt like dressing differently today." He just frowned at you in response, and went back to grading papers.

The remainder of the day went by without you saying a single word to one another. It was really eating away at you. Once the school day was over, instead of going home right away, you stayed behind with the intent on talking to Shouta. After all the students left the classroom, you went over to Shouta's desk, and he looked up at you inquisitively. You blurted out, "you don't like me, and I want to know why. I've been nothing but nice to you, and you act as if you hate me. Why?" He just blinked at you. "I don't hate you, Miss L/N." Oh, okay. "Alright, well then why do you always keep me at arm's length? I think if you got to know me, we could be friends."

He instinctively replied, "I already have enough friends." You could tell he instantly regretted his words. "I'm sorry, miss L/N, I didn't mean it that way. I just...I don't know. I just never saw us as getting close, we seem too different." You just looked at him, "you and Hizashi are best friends, and you are literally night and day. What makes you think we can't be friends?" He looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, "I don't know." He was hopeless. "All right then, I don't know what else to say. Have a nice evening, I will see you tomorrow." And with that, you turned right around and walked right out of the classroom, not noticing his eyes following you on your way out.

The next couple of days went by like this; him barely speaking to you, unless it was absolutely necessary about work. It was frustrating, but what could you do? Your one bright spot was Kenzo. He would send you cute texts and funny memes throughout the day, and they never failed to bring a smile to your face. One day, on a random Thursday, Shouta must have noticed you smiling down at your phone to the point where he took it out on the students, and banned them from even bringing their phones out for the remainder of his class.

Friday finally rolled around, and it was another typical day of him barely talking to you. You couldn't wait for the work day to be over, so you could finally be away from him. Besides, you had your second date with Kenzo on Saturday night, so you tried to focus on that. The school day finally ended, and you and the students all said your goodbyes to each other for the weekend. Once the last student left, and it was just you and Shouta, you asked him if there was any additional work he needed help with. He shook his head, and said, "no, you may leave if you want." If you want? Why would you stay? "Okay, have a nice weekend, Mr. Aizawa." And once again, you turned around and walked out without waiting for him to say another word to you.

When you got home on Friday night, you were in a grumpy mood. You tried to think of your date with Kenzo the following night, but even that wouldn't bring you out of your funk. You changed out of your work clothes, put on a pair of leggings and a short-sleeve crop top, plopped down on the couch, and put on some mindless television. You were barely even paying attention to what was on the screen; it was just background noise to your thoughts at this point. All your mind could drift to was...Shouta.

Why were you even thinking of him? He clearly made it known he didn't like you, let alone want to be your friend, so why did you care? While you were stewing in your thoughts, you suddenly heard a knock on your door. You weren't expecting any company, so who could it possibly be? They knocked again; they knew someone was home, they could hear the television playing. You turned off the television, walked to your door, and opened it to Shouta Aizawa standing in your doorway.

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To be continued...

#aizawa shota #aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa x y/n #eraserhead #bnha shouta aizawa #mha aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shota x you #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #shota aizawa smut #aizawa x you #shota aizawa x female reader #shota aizawa x reader

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amberjazmyn · 1 year ago

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criminal minds cast one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - "i know what i signed up for when i decided to join the fbi, if i was scared, i-i would have made the intelligent decision to leave when emily faked her death to escape doyle!" part two

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - death, blood, tears, angst, swearing, depressing - the usual criminal minds warnings

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - you (lillianna) are leaving criminal minds after growing up on the show for the last fifteen years. it's set during the time of the tenth episode which was also the last episode of the entire series. so, it is your last filming day on the set of criminal minds alongside everyone else which was very bittersweet. but, they truly made the day about you because you were the only character that didn't survive after fifteen years.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - this is part two of the previous one-shot! like always, the filming of the episode will be in italic lettering and everything else will be in normal font unless said otherwise.

part one masterlist

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𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

if you had told me fourteen years ago i would be finishing my fifteen-year run on cbs' criminal minds, there would be no doubt in the world that i would be hysterically laughing in your face right now. i say that because i was twenty-four years old when i started the show in 2005 and i am now thirty-seven years old and filming my last ever episode on criminal minds today with the rest of the remaining cast. so, in all honesty, i find it absolutely insane to think that for fifteen years of my life, this has been the only thing that i've known since whilst i have done other projects, none of them had been as long as this one with criminal minds which has been all i've known. so, in that aspect, today was a very strange day and concept to think about, like, whilst i didn't want today to happen nor want it to end, i don't think i'm at the point of breaking down into tears over the fact that i'm actually leaving the show for good.

i was already dressed and grabbed my very vanilla iced chiller when i looked at the clock, the time reading 10:00 am. i was needed in hair and makeup now that i had changed into my classic agent savannah kingsmill white blouse, dark blue dress pants and booties so i could complete the savannah look and have the classic curled hair that really turned me into the fbi agent.

"good morning lillianna," joe mantegna, who plays agent david rossi, smiles as he walks over to me with his coffee in his hand as i still held my vanilla iced chiller

"good morning grandpa joe," i smiled as i picked up my speed, running over to him as he pulled me in for a cosy hug straight away, placing our drinks down on the table next to us

"how are you feeling about today's filming schedule?" he pulled away with a soft smile, knowing what it was we were filming today as i nodded my head with a soft chuckle

"yeah, i'm feeling good about it," i trailed off, zoning out for a moment and took as much of everything around me in as i could

i then filled the silence by speaking up, "what about you? as we're all technically leaving since today's the last day of filming," i sighed as joe breathed in slowly and chuckled

"it's bittersweet, that's for sure! i mean, it is a bit strange but, it's worth it, without a doubt," joe smiled as i nodded my head in agreement, taking another second just to let everything sink in as he placed a comforting hand on my back

"yeah, for sure," i smiled as i placed my head against joe's shoulder which made him chuckle softly as he reciprocated the action before it was suddenly time for us to start filming

now it was time for the moment that no one was ready for, the first and only death scene for the very last episode of criminal minds was being filmed tonight and it was savannah's death scene meaning that this scene was going to be lillianna's last ever scene i'll ever be filming for criminal minds. it was the moment in which no one in the cast and crew was ready to film because, in all honesty, they didn't want to say goodbye to one of the very few actors that had stayed the entire fifteen years. even though it was the series finale, they were still having to farewell me because, as previously mentioned, my character was going to be the only one that didn't get to survive and make it out to the end of the series and get that happy ending like everyone else that made it to the end did.

as the director called for action, the actors and actresses all got into our places and the camera started rolling.

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

i knew i needed to be careful, everyone in the fbi knew how careful you needed to be with unsubs or even the victims that the unsubs had held hostage, however, it seemed as if it hadn't crossed my mind at how desperate the child who was currently being hostage was to escape.

"...agent kingsmill, are you okay? do you need any assistance?" supervisory special agent dr spencer reid, my boyfriend, questioned, his head turning over his shoulder since his back was turned away from me as i stood in front of the unsub, the poor kid was being used as a body shield

"ahh...no, i...i should be fine agent reid but, do see if you can get a clear shot and see if maybe prentiss and alvez can too!" i turned to smile at my brown-haired, nevadian boy genius boyfriend, feeling a surge of confidence that i could take down the unsub whilst also making sure the child stayed alive

except when it came to the planning of my takedown, i, agent savannah kingsmill, wasn't as careful as i thought i was.

i was quite well known to be very confident in my profiling skills and my fieldwork. i was told i was utterly outstanding in my marksmanship and was highly skilled, which was why me and dr spencer reid, made an excellent team since we are both skilled in the field and as profilers. not only were we dating each other, but we were also both child prodigies from las vegas, nevada and childhood best friends who joined the fbi academy together at the ripe young age of twenty-two - a special request from senior supervisory special agent jason gideon who at the time was the unit chief of the behavioural analysis unit because spencer and i were still too young to join the unit since the official age to join the fbi was at least twenty-three but younger than thirty-seven. however, sometimes, due to me being human, i would sometimes get blindsided which would cause me to miss my usual quick snap-of-the-finger reaction time. this time, my small misjudgement, and not being able to realise the unsub's intentions had huge consequences because i was not quick enough.

"...cut!" glenn kershaw, our director of this final episode, called out as everyone released the breath they were holding too and i smiled as it only now started to become real that me and everyone else standing in front of me was leaving criminal minds

"holy crap...this is getting so real now!" i turned to see matthew, my dr reid and he was obviously not excited about filming today knowing that the way my character was leaving in the one way that no one else wanted me to end my time on the show with - having only just missed out on a happy ending

"i know, it is getting real matthew, it's kinda scary," i giggled softly, my hand out for matthew to grab a hold of, knowing the comfort it'd bring him would help him a lot

a five-minute break was then granted before we started the next scene which was going to be savannah's actual death scene so, what glorious fun it's going to be to film.

"action!"

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

the unsub had a realisation of what was about to happen to her, now knowing that the people in her house were fbi agents, she noticed one of them, which was me, unlike the rest of them, wasn't wearing their bulletproof vest - which had been done in my own bid to hopefully confuse the unsub. when the unsub brought her gun up ready to shoot me, the unsuspecting agent, my back was facing the unsub, my reasoning being that i was communicating with my fellow agents, luke alvez, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau and dr spencer reid. the kid, who had now managed to grab the other gun that hadn't been declared but seized by the unsub, tried to shoot their captor who had been stepping ever so closer to me. only for my boyfriend spencer's loud warning that ended up alerting both the unsub and the child. this then caused the huge consequence that ended with me getting shot just below my chest.

the little boy, eight-year-old jasper had fired the gun, completely fearful and with his eyes closed, only hoping he had shot the right person. after another shot was heard and the person loudly fell to the floor, clutching the leg that had been shot. and only then did the little eight-year-old open his eyes, his eyes widened and tears well as he realises who he shot and who spencer had shot in the leg. jasper had accidentally shot me, the agent who had been trying to talk down the unsub and spencer had shot marianna coats, the unsub who had been holding the boy hostage and who was about to shoot me, in her leg to immobilise her so it would be easier for her to be arrested and taken down to the station.

a sudden delayed gasp of air came out of my mouth, from the reverberation of the gunshot wound through my chest and the second gunshot to the unsub's leg, the kid weeping openly, having no clue who it was he had shot in his desperation of wanting to be recused and found alive. the second i started to fall to the floor, spencer aimlessly chucked his gun to the floor after injuring marianna, luke, jj and prentiss holstering their own as they then rushed over to spencer and i, hoping they could save my life whilst a police officer who had arrived out of seemingly nowhere had come to take little jasper to safety.

"savannah!" spencer yelled, his gun aimlessly falling to the floor as he dropped to his knees, grabbing me as i bled and softly adjusted me to his lap before i could even properly fall to the ground

jj, emily and luke followed suit and joined spencer, calling, and screaming for medics through their wired microphones as the police officer finally rushed out, taking jasper to safety.

"agent kingsmill is down, i repeat agent kingsmill is down. unsub is injured and has been removed and the child has been removed safely. we need a medic!" luke and jj scream into their wires as emily and spencer try everything they can in stopping my blood loss from my gunshot wound

i was fading pretty quickly as i struggled to catch my breath, my own blood starting to choke me as spencer was beside himself

"what did you do, sav? what...what even happened? you turned away for just a second to talk to me what..." spencer was panicking, he wasn't thinking straight, frantic in trying to stop my bleeding and i tried my hardest to keep my eyes open as emily also started to panic

"i...i didn't do anything apparently, spence..." i responded, a small and cracked weak sounding laugh coming from my mouth as i tried to stay positive, sarcastic and sassy (maybe with a little pinch of stubbornness)

"... oh for god's sake sav, don't be sarcastic and stubborn with me right now! what did you do, what even happened? we were right there with you, tell us, we want to help you!" spencer grumbled out in distress, trying his hardest not to forget about protocol as he angrily wiped away a falling tear with his shoulder as he and emily continued to press on my gunshot wound

"oh, spence, i was just trying to be funny but, if you really want to know i...i *sharp breath* i was trying to silently communicate with you guys. i...i must have been blindsided or didn't think clearly since it was clear the unsub had realised my deception and tried to take me down but the...the little boy jasper. he...he must have gotten frightened or desperate and tried to shoot her himself but he misfired accidentally when you yelled out your warning spence. you...you must have alerted both marianna and jasper. i...i think jasper meant to shoot marianna, not...not me..." it was clear that i was getting weaker and only talking was making it worse, spencer whimpered in fear and emily clenched her jaw, spencer had never known life without me with him

"sav, why did you take your kevlar off?" spencer whimpered, the sudden realisation that no one else had picked up as he tried his hardest to stop his girlfriend and his fellow agent from bleeding out to her death in his lap, i was smiling sheepishly at my boyfriend

"i...i didn't want a distressed reaction from marianna if she saw the fbi logo. she isn't intellectually challenged like we originally profiled her to be, she is a highly intelligent lady that has been diagnosed with schizophrenia, just like your mom, spence. it was clear that she had knowledge that law enforcement was coming for her. i...i just didn't want this exact situation to happen so, in order to make her surrender calmly, i decided to take off my bulletproof vest and wanted to see if i could talk her down and give us jasper without the use of any more harm..." i clapped back with a weak roll of my eyes, spencer letting out a choked laugh that was also a sob as he shook his head, emily sharing a look with spencer and then with me

"you do realise how stupid that sounds right, kingsmill, especially for someone as skilled as you?" luke alvez then tearfully spoke up as i smiled

"yeah, you think i didn't know that, mr smartarse!" i weakly clapped back as i went to start laughing only to start coughing up the blood that was starting to block my airways as the agents started to panic - emily and jj screaming for the medics again - why were they taking so long, there were supposed to be waiting just outside of the bloody building

"please don't laugh sav, it...it'll only make your pain worse..." spencer squeaked out as i nodded my head, trying my best to keep as calm as i could

except, it didn't last for very long when they heard a bright but confused voice, we then remembered who else in our team could have potentially had eyes and ears in this case since there was only one person who had the skills to hack into the unsub's live feed... penelope garcia, our technical analyst who had been here the entire time.

"don't make who laugh, what will make what pain worse?" garcia's voice sounded with worry but her usual cheeriness as the agents all shared worried looks with each other

"one more break before we do this next scene without any more breaks!" glenn's voice rings out from behind the camera and almost straight away, everyone rests and i take in a deep breath and remembered that i was having all of my lasts and that thought was hurting more than the actual filming of my final scene

"how on god's green earth are you not crying your eyes out right now, lilly?" matthew whines as he furiously wiped away the tears that welled in his eyes as i chuckled softly, giving him a hug

i shrugged, "i don't really know, goob, maybe it just hasn't hit me as hard yet," i comforted matthew and hugged him as tightly as i could as for those who weren't aware, those who were pisces' are very emotional people and, can you guess what star sign matthew is? if you said pisces, ding ding, you are correct!

"when do you think it'll hit you then, lilly?" adam rodriguez, our resident luke alvez, questioned as he sat next to matthew and me making me giggle

"honestly? most likely when the episode comes out and we watch it together?" i shrugged again as the two boys smiled, telling me that we'd for sure watch the episode together

"yeah, that fits your personality alright, and of course, we'll watch it together, we always do!" adam smiled even though it was easy to tell it was a forced smile as he posed with his arms on his hips and his legs jutted out like a twelve-year-old girl trying to act sassy

i chuckled softly, shaking my head but couldn't find the proper words to give adam a good enough explanation

then, the cast all took a moment to look at each other, all of us reminding ourselves of the fact that this was indeed our last five-minute break between scenes with my character alive. matthew and aj, the two emotional ones, sniffled quietly as we then moved to our places. taking in one last deep breath, i realised how unsure i was about how i was going to deal with this.

"action!"

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

"don't make who laugh, what will make what pain worse?" garcia's voice sounded with worry but her usual cheeriness as the agents all shared worried looks with each other

emily gulped but spoke up, "garcia...how...how long have you been watching through this live feed?" emily's voice was steady but fearful, penelope shouldn't have to watch via video call the brutal death of one of her very best friends by the underage kid who had accidentally misfired, hoping that he was shooting his captor, not the people who were trying to save him

"after it was confirmed that jasper was saved and that marianna had been injured on the scene, why? is everyone okay, did all of my crime fighters make it out alright and alive?" penelope questioned, just praying on whatever god she still believed in that all of her furry crime-fighter friends survived another case and unsub takedown

"umm...how...how many gunshots did you say you heard, penelope?" luke then questioned as he turned around to look at spencer and i, closing his eyes briefly before turning back, his face returning to emotionless and stoic

"one...why? is there something i haven't been told, agent alvez?" penelope's voice raised slightly, her jokingly disappointed voice making an appearance as luke visibly gulped, slyly nodding his head when penelope saw the ever-so sly nod and her facial expressions immediately changed

"umm... maybe there..."

"...penelope, there were two gunshots heard. one hit and injured marianna, delivered by spence and the other...the other one hit savannah, delivered by jasper, marianna's last victim that we managed to save without any fatal injuries. he...the little boy wasn't trying to shoot her, he...he was...he had his eyes closed and his head turning away only hoping that he was aiming for marianna but instead he misfired and shot savannah..." emily shakily explained as penelope felt like she was choking as she spoke up

"...is...is savannah okay? like is...is she still alive, emily?" penelope dared to ask, her voice fearful but filled with some of her selfish hope that once again, i would remain indestructible just like i always seemed to be to penelope and the rest of the team

"pen...she...savannah hadn't gone in with her bulletproof vest, she was struck just underneath her chest. spencer has her bleeding out in his lap, we...we're not sure where our medics are and we...we aren't really confident in savannah having a good enough chance for survival if the medics don't show up in the next three or five minutes...please, pen, contact or wire us through to tara, rossi and matthew, we need as much help as we can get!" emily, who wasn't mentioned earlier but is now the unit chief of the bau, was panicking as spencer, her and luke desperately tried to get my blood loss under control

whilst those three were doing that, jj was running around like a headless chicken trying to contact and find those goddamn medics and see if she could see them coming.

"pen...penelope, are...are you still there?" my voice was the quietest and weakest it had ever sounded, so quiet however everyone could still hear it, penelope included as their hearts shattered

"yes baby cakes, i'm still here, i'm not leaving," penelope spoke up sweetly as tara and matthew barged into the abandoned school gym marianna had been keeping her victims in

emily then reported back to penelope that tara and matthew had arrived and rossi was helping jj figure out where those damned medics were.

"spence...spence?" i whimpered out, trying to lift my head up as spencer's tear-filled eyes made contact with my dying ones

"yes, love?" spencer whimpered out, his breath shaky as i took in a sharp breath before continuing

"where...where's rossi and...and jj?" i whimpered, every other agent besides jj and rossi was now either wired or physically with me in my final dying moments and it scared me

i didn't want to die without all of my bau family with me, meaning that if i could have derek morgan, aaron hotchner, jason gideon, kate callahan and alex blake with me as well, that would have been even better because that to me equated to me dying alone and that, dying alone, was my biggest fear.

"they...they're trying to find the medics sweetheart, they'll be back soon just, please...please hold on a little bit longer," spencer sniffled as he held me closer to his chest, not bothered by the blood from me that covered his cream-coloured button-up shirt

"i...i'm so sorry spence...i...i shouldn't have tried to be the hero. i shouldn't have taken my bulletproof vest off...i...i just wanted jasper to be safe..." i trailed off, my voice terrified and regretful as it continued to sound weak and quiet

"...oh...sav...don't apologise sweetheart. you...you didn't think this was going to happen..." spencer's mind and his one hundred and eighty-seven iq were completely slashed due to the trauma and his mind splitting off in different directions - his emotions becoming the thing that controlled him as i smiled, holding in a laugh that would cause me to cough up more blood

"...no, i didn't think i'd be getting shot at or dying today at all, spence. i mean, i know it wasn't...wasn't on my twenty-nineteen/twenty-twenty bingo card to die but, look at where we are i guess.." i weakly screeched as i then turned my head to spit out some blood that caught in my throat, spencer choking back a sob

"no...no, it...it wasn't...i'm sorry sav..." the boy wonder swallowing himself up as he cradles me closer to his chest, bringing his knees up to support the back of my head and using his hand as another support

"...where are these bloody medics?!" luke screamed as she sat directly opposite spencer and i as jj and rossi shrugged their shoulders simultaneously

no one knew where these bloody medics were, surely they hadn't gone too far considering they were specifically told by the police and fbi to follow their strict orders to stay in close proximity to the school gym just in case marianna escalated at any point.

"luke...luke, s...stop, please," i croaked out, reaching my hand over to my fellow agent who had become one of my closest male friends besides spencer, derek when he was with the team and matthew

"what...what? no..no, sav, please...let the medics help you! they...they can't be too far away now!" it was a complete and utter delusion of spencer to say that out loud but he wasn't going to give up on me, on his person

his person who has constantly stayed by his side during every single event, significant or not, throughout his whole entire life from childhood to us joining the fbi together and he was not going to allow his person to leave him tonight, not on his watch or the rest of their teams watch.

"i...i said no, spencer! luke, stop it! i order you to bring jj and rossi here right now. tell...tell them to stop trying to get the medics here! if...if i'm going to die, i don't want any of my team to be gone. if...if i am going to die, which, i...i will be tonight, i...i want to die with all of us together one last time, please..." i spluttered out as spencer's tears became uncontrollable as he nudged his teary cheeks closer to my face, making me smile under the wetness of the tears that cooled me down

"i don't fucking care, savannah, you are not going to die! i...i am so sorry, i didn't give you the help you clearly needed. i...i shouldn't have ignored you even though you said you had it under control...i should have fucking known the second it became too quiet and that you didn't have your vest on that i should have become more aware and turned around and reacted quicker than i did... i should have made you mad over me helping you take down marianna and have you still alive than having you bleed out to death on my lap. i mean...what would you rather me be doing? watching you die in my lap or watch yourself yell at me because you always and continuously show anyone and everyone how invincible you are and how incredible you are at handling every single unsub on your own...i mean, i know what i'd prefer, do you?" spencer was going mad, he was hyperventilating and panicking, his tears falling like raging waterfalls now as he realised he was no longer going to have his person alive any longer

he wasn't going to have his number one support person, the girl that he loved more than he loved anyone in the entire world. the girl that he wanted to get married to and have kids with and continue to take down even more unsubs as his chest suddenly constricted in pain all at the same time.

"spencer...spence, please calm down babe, everything is okay. i'd of course rather be doing anything else but what we're doing right now...but, there was clearly a reason why i wasn't paying much attention and lost all of my reaction time...there is a reason why jasper frantically and accidentally shot me in the mistake of marianna. i don't know what reason since it's a pretty messed up reason and i know hardly any of us here believe in this crap, sorry em, but i...i do believe it was a sign telling me that it's my time to go and let my boyfriend and the rest of my glorious and smart team grow up and transform into something even better..."

"...i...i don't want something better..." spencer choked out as his lips trembled, still holding his girlfriend tight and the rest of the team nodded their heads in agreement, penelope included through the live feed

this team didn't want better, they wanted me and they wanted me alive. they didn't want the thought of having to introduce a new team member who would probably never live up to expectation and skill level that was me, their savannah kingsmill.

this made me smile with a hint of sadness, "i'm sorry but...i think this was the sign to tell me that i should have left the bau and i should have left ages ago so, emily, grab my gun and credentials since i'll no longer need them anymore..." i finished off what spencer interrupted as he continued to shake his head and cry softly

i was the behavioural analysis unit's best profiler and field agent that they had ever seen, even when i first joined when spencer and i were twenty-two. my smile was radiant, it lit up every room or scenario i walked into and it was the best consolation for families of the victims of the unsubs my team fought almost every week. it was said that i was "easily" the glue that kept the team together during the difficult teams and it was obvious i was very loved by everyone. i was also said to be the most gorgeously made girl as well, my blonde hair so long it was often mislabeled as a wig (my boy derek "chocolate thunder" morgan definitely got a lot of heat for his comment about that), and my blue eyes the pretties and deepest blue anyone had ever seen and the most enchanting, my nose the "cutest button nose" anyone had ever seen and my entire face was covered with small golden blonde freckles that always sparkled in the sunshine. my intelligence was another well-known thing, just like my boyfriend and fellow genius dr spencer reid. i was said to just be the best person anyone could meet and the one that was the most reliable in the whole entire bau.

this was why, at any time, i was placed in a high-risk, dangerous situation, the team hoped and prayed to a god that sometimes even they struggled to believe in for the hope that once again, i would remain indestructible and walk out of the school shooting or bomb siege as if nothing bad had happened. however, this time, clearly, i was very much not invincible or indestructible. sure, i was smart, unbelievably gorgeous and the best fbi agent the bau had ever had but, that meant nothing to a schizophrenic thirty-year-old lady who was kidnapping kids under the age of ten after she lost her own child whilst experiencing schizophrenic breaks - the cause of the crimes being committed. to marianna coats, me, supervisory special agent savannah kingsmill was nothing but a threat to her that was going to cause harm to her and then take away whom, in her schizophrenic break, thought was her son and that was something she couldn't allow again. that was until jasper raised an undeclared second gun and accidentally shot me, with his misfire thinking it was marianna that he had shot. when it came to my final goodbyes to my boyfriend and our team, it was extremely hard for them to watch the girl that was usually so untouchable finally start to deteriorate and not have the opportunity to save her.

for spencer, knowing that we would never watch our favourite geeky shows together or read our geeky books together or have the ability to talk smack about the other fbi divisions or go on undercover missions together. or to have the chance in being the best tag team ever again, i could tell made his insides twist as his chest constricted in pain again. for the rest of the team, jj, luke, emily, tara, penelope, matthew and david, knowing that they'd never get to watch their resident badass, yes that's their nickname for me, kick down the doors and talk the unsubs down again or play endless games of drunk never have i ever or drunk truth or dare on the jet home from a tough case or just the simple family things we all did as a team made them wish we did those drinking games and simple family things a whole lot more often. all the things they suddenly regretted and wished they could have done with me were now all surfacing and the physical pain i noticed it started to give them was undeniable, and it made them feel sick to their stomachs that they'll never get to do those things they wish they got to do with me ever again. tears sprung to their eyes that, after this, they would be returning back to penelope and quantico with all but their full team alive, breaking their promise to penelope that they'd all come back alive. like the promise, we made to each other that we'd all come home safe.

"luke promise me something...okay?" my voice deteriorates with every word and breath, trying my hardest to say all of my goodbyes, everyone listening in so they didn't miss one single thing their girl has to say before it's too late

"anything, what do i need to promise, sav?" luke questions as he makes direct eye contact with me as i faintly smile

"please...please re...remind spencer how much i love him and that...i...i'm sorry that i broke my promise of us coming back home alive together..." my entire body rattled as the bloody cough left my mouth and i continued, spencer's cries shaking the both of us as he holds me

"...he...he needs to know that this was never my intention but that i...i don't regret what i did and the things i said to him before we came here. i really did want to step down from the team for a little bit and get married and then have a couple of kids and lay low until they were old enough for me to slowly start to come back. i'm just...i'm so sorry that spencer's never going to fulfil that life with the girl of his dreams which is how i know he saw me...i'm just sorry that he's lost another person in his life that he's loved," i grimaced as i felt my entire body become weaker as spencer bit his lip, trying to hold back another sob

"but please...please promise spencer something..." i squeaked out again, luke nodding his head as everyone watched, struggling with their own emotions as well

"what is it, bubs?" luke spoke up, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to hold back tears and i smiled at the use of the team's universal nickname for me when i wasn't the resident kicking down doors and unsubs asses badass

"i...i want you guys to promise spencer that, even though he can't have his true dream life with me, he can still have it with another girl that he falls in love with. i...i want him to get married to another girl, i want him to have kids with her, i...i want him to be happy. i want to be able to look down on him and see him laugh to the point where he's crying and i want him to cry so much that he doesn't have any more to cry but ends up laughing afterwards so it doesn't look like he's a wuss *tearful giggles* even though we all know he actually is, okay? i...i just want him to be happy after i'm gone, i don't want to die and then watch him let his life go to shit just because i'm gone, okay? can...could you promise that for me, luke?" i begged weakly as luke nodded his head, the rest of my team also nodding their heads - promising me, their best friend that they would make sure that their boy wonder doesn't end up wasting his life away

"i promise bubs," luke whispered as i smiled before moving over to my boyfriend for one last verbal goodbye since i knew that the others didn't need a goodbye said to them, they all knew how much i meant to them and how much they meant to me

i then suddenly panicked for a second because i couldn't see the camera or hear where penelope was in the same way i could with the rest of the team, "pen...penelope, where are you?" taking a breath before responding, penelope composed herself

"i'm right here dollface, i'm still here, i haven't left you," penelope assured me who just squeaked back in response before directing myself towards my boyfriend, saying my final farewell to him

"spencer, spence, spencaroo, my precious boy wonder. you've been my best friend my entire life and i thought i was going to marry you and have our future children someday. but i thought my life couldn't have been any better because i knew that with you by my side, i was invincible and i was able to do everything and anything i put my mind to. i cannot thank you enough for...for the happiness and life you brought to me every single day throughout our beautiful friendship and our relationship. have...having you as my boyfriend has been nothing but the best part of my life and i wish i could spend the rest of my days with you but, i can't and i am so beyond sorry that due to my own stupidity that i'm just another person in your life that you've gotten close with and had a precious relationship with only for me to just have it taken away from you again like all the other ones. i am so sorry that i won't be able to marry you or...or have beautiful kid wonders with you... i...i'm sorry that i'll never get to cuddle or kiss you again. i'm sorry that i'll never get to call you spence or spencaroo ever again...i'm sorry that i'll never get to make you breakfast and coffee in bed ever again. i'm...i'm also sorry that i had to do the one thing i promised you i'd never do. i am so sorry that i'm leaving you all...all alone after i promised you i never would...i'm so sorry spencer reid..." i was struggling, everyone could tell i was struggling but also that i was trying to hold on for just that little bit longer just in case the medics did end up arriving and got me to a hospital

my speech was slurring, i was choking on blood more frequently but trying to hide it by attempting to keep the coughing at a minimum and i was fighting my absolute hardest to keep my eyes open for longer. and spencer was beside himself as he sobbed, as i knew his brain would likely be in a complete and utter mental breakdown, malfunctioning in overstimulation of emotions, his knowledge of statistics of what to do had completely gone out of the window so he had nothing that could possibly provide him with any comfort.

"why aren't you scared to die, sav? please...please don't die, sav! don't leave me!" spencer wept as he tried to hold my dying, heavy body closer as i weakly and unattractively giggled

then, my mouth opened and i uttered my last words with the last part of whatever remaining strength i had left as everyone watched, tears leaving their eyes, penelope the only other team member weeping apart from spencer.

"i know what i signed up for when i decided to join the fbi...if i was scared, i...i would have made the intelligent decision to leave when emily faked her death to escape doyle!" i croaked out, wanting to make my team laugh just one more time before my death

my entire body all of a sudden relaxed in spencer's grip as my eyes closed, my mouth upturned into a small smile as my final breath came and went just as quickly as spencer had the time to comprehend my last words, my last coherent sentence with that last burst of strength that i had accumulated out of god knows where...

"...and...cut!" glenn shouted

and then the biggest expulsion of air left my mouth as i was still being cradled by matthew which, in all honesty, i was totally fine with because, lord have mercy, did you see and hear the amount of crying he just had to do in that whole scene? i doubt those tears were acting tears either since i knew matthew and every single time he had a crying scene, he was always trying to stop himself from crying rather than trying to make himself cry. so, i didn't feel like it was the right decision to move from my position since it was obvious it was helping matthew in bringing him back to himself and out of spencer.

i then tightened my grip on matthew, "ssh, it'll all be over soon, goob," i whispered as i then noticed how much of an utter mess matthew was, his entire body shaking as i cradled against him and he reciprocated as he hid his face in my hair

then, out of nowhere, after having what was a sweet and meaningful moment, i let out an involuntary groan/gasp as i had suddenly felt adam drop to the floor, pulling me in for a hug as i smiled.

"aw, hey mate, what's up with you?" i whispered before realising that matthew had finally calmed down and most likely closed his eyes for somewhat of a little shut-eye before finishing the next scene but, it seemed as though from adam's interruption, that wasn't going to be allowed to happen

"glenn says we're about to finish the scene soon. and, also, i just wanted a hug," adam let out a shameful giggle as i pouted softly, i genuinely hated how upset everyone on the set had been getting at today being our final day and that we were filming my death scene as well

"well, you know the rules, serial killers never take a holiday!" i huffed as adam and i pulled out of the very awkward hug as we chuckled at the joke

i then lowered my face closer to matthew's hair, giving it a kiss as that touch forced matthew to open his eyes as he nodded his head, understanding instantly, his permanent sad puppy pout still etched into his smile

"places everyone and...action!"

𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

...and straight away, everyone gulped and tears streamed down our faces as we all remained silent and calm, spencer in frantic panic mode. everything he knew normally had suddenly gone dormant out of the door, he was trying everything and anything he could to try and get savannah to wake up. shaking her, hitting her, yelling at her, spencer was trying every little thing he could, even breaking fbi protocol. he was trying everything he could to force savannah to wake up. however, nothing was working because savannah's heart stopped beating, her lungs stopped producing oxygen to her brain...savannah had just stopped entirely.

"sav...sav, come on now! savannah! wake up!" spencer screamed, his voice becoming louder and more distressed as he continued to shake the body of his deceased girlfriend to no avail as his sobs became louder and louder

none of us could watch this go on any longer so, i took control, unable to stomach spencer's grievous screams and wails anymore. so, without a word or point of eye contact with matthew simmons, we decided that matthew was going to pick up savannah and move her away to cover her up so the medics, who had only just now decided to show up could hand her to the coroner's office. i then went over to calm down the distraught boy wonder who just wished that for once, his bloody girlfriend had hesitated to take off her bulletproof vest so that she didn't have to die from a stupid and easily avoidable gunshot wound to the chest.

"spencer...spence...reid! stop it...just stop!" i called out before i could get the screaming, thrashing and sobbing agent, my best friend to calm down and just stop

"luke...she...she's gone!" spencer wailed as he tried to pull out of my strong grip and i nodded my head as i held the more experienced younger agent closer

"i...i know spence, i know. i know she's gone and it hurts, it hurts like hell but, what sav said before she died is absolutely correct. she knew, just like we all did, what she was signing up for when she joined the fbi...when you both joined the fbi together and if she was scared, she would have already left. and now more than ever, we can't stop just because she's gone. we have to keep going because they will always be another child or another innocent life that needs to be saved and another unsub that needs to be caught," i tried my hardest to soothe the younger agent and calm him down but, there was no easier way of the comfort to console him

spencer then became mad, i could tell, but he didn't say anything even though i could sense that spencer wanted to question why on earth savannah did it but, he refrained from saying such a sentence because he could never totally question something his girlfriend did. especially if it was a matter of life and death and children were involved somehow. but, he just wished, as did the rest of us, that savannah had paid more attention or at least kept her bulletproof vest on so that even if she was in this situation, she could have survived, even with the medics taking the sweet old jolly time as though they too weren't racing against the clock of life and death themselves.

"...cut!"

then, it came to the second part that matthew was anything but excited for in regards to savannah's death and, it was truthfully understandable, most especially when the whole entire cast that wasn't involved in the episode and the crew were going to be watching, this was going to be a painful watch.

"and...action!"

𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

twenty-four hours later and the team and i were still in sarasota, florida. the team were still needing to question marianna coats after she had been seen by the medics and formally arrested by the sarasota police and also question the little boy, jasper collins and after that, take a visit to the medical examiner so we could check out the coroner's report of savannah to then make a report on it back home in quantico, virigina and bring her body back. one whole day had passed since spencer had his girlfriend die in his arms, her blood still unwashed from his cream button-up shirt and grey coloured dress pants that he had worn the previous day. the poor boy couldn't fall asleep that night because he knew that the exact moment his eyelashes touched each other for even a blink, he would travel to seeing savannah being shot again and the crimson liquid leaving her chest as he caught her, lowering the both of them to the ground all over again.

whilst the rest of the team was finishing up the case of marianna coats and jasper collins, spencer sat in the sarasota pd's bullpen in silence, knowing that although he was the smartest in that room after a regular case, because it ended with him losing the love of his life, he wouldn't be the smartest nor the greatest deal of help after having to witness the death of his girlfriend right in front of him. all he would do if he even looked at the photo of his girlfriend, which had now been sticky taped next to the photos of the other victims of marianna's crimes, on the whiteboard, he would break down and cry hysterically and inconsolably. it truly seemed like spencer's one hundred and eighty-seven iq and his entire encyclopedic knowledge had been taken away by the click of a finger. he felt absolutely useless now that savannah was dead and he was all alone again. it was a truly painful and heartbreaking sight to watch because even though i had seen spencer go through some real horrific shit, it had never been as horrific as these last twenty-four hours.

on my way out of the rooms that had marianna and jasper detained, i walked past spencer to check in on him. sliding down the wall, i joined him, my legs folding over themselves as i slowly moved my hand closer to spencer's, when i saw no hesitation or signal for me to stop, i continued and linked my fingers with his.

"...you're still thinking about sav, aren't you spence?" my voice was soft, understanding but filled with my own grief for my friend as spencer's lip trembled and he nodded his head, his eyes darting all around the sarasota bullpen

"emily...i...i'm so tired but i know that if i go to sleep or even just close my eyes for a second, i... i'll watch sav...her...get shot again as i catch her, her blood covering my shirt and pants as i lower the both of us to the ground. how...how do i move on from her...how do i move on from this, em? i...i'm so lost and not a single statistic or smart remark that i'd normally have can save me...what do i do?" spencer's voice was quiet as tears that he thought had been cried all night last night trailed down his cheeks and he simply refused to close his eyes to stop them

i took in a big breath before i squeezed spencer's hand, "she knows that spence, but she also knows that you'd hate yourself even more, for the rest of your life, if you wasted your life away. savannah wants you to be happy and to someday leave the bau. she even made luke promise you for god sake that you would have kids, get married and have that grandiose house, just, with a girl that's got you so head over heels and tied down to the point where even after three years of marriage, you still stutter your words and trip over your own feet because you're still so in love with her," i spoke softly as i caressed spencer's trembling hands because i knew that everything i had just said, spencer wanted with savannah and now, he had to find with someone else?

"she's allowing you to move on because she knows how miserable you'll be if you don't allow it for yourself," i continued, a small smile on my face as spencer finally looks at me and nods his head timidly

i then got us both standing and i pulled him into a hug before whispering something into his ear.

"sav loved and still loves you so much, spence. she may not have said it verbally but, she made the entire team promise her that we would make sure you find another girl. she even made luke promise her that he'd tell you that she does love you and how sorry she is that we couldn't all come back home alive," me and spencer pulled out of the hug as i gave my friend one more comforting look and spencer nodded his head, speaking up softly

"i know what i signed up for when i decided to join the fbi, if i was scared...if i was scared, i would have made the intelligent decision to leave when emily faked her death to escape doyle!" he tearfully whispered, choking up on his words as we both giggled softly at the choice of words our fellow agent and girlfriend had picked for her last words reminding us that we'd never forget how comedic the young agent could be, even in what was a scary and heartbreaking moment

even though it did make me laugh, it still hurt hearing spencer repeat those words only twenty-four hours later since losing her.

"we do know what we signed up for, spence. but, i think that in her last moments, if...if my profile is correct, i'd say that savannah was scared and this was her way of leaving the bau the way i left after the doyle case. except, i don't think there is any way she faked hers, because i do know how excited she was to leave...just, not like this, she never wanted to leave her beloved bau by dying due to a little kid accidentally misfiring a gun," i stammered, my own tears welling up in my eyes as i wiped them away discreetly, my hand in the pocket that held the last two things that savannah had asked me to take - her gun and fbi credentials as spencer cocked his head to the side in confusion

"huh? why was she so excited? what did she tell you that i stupidly missed out on?" spencer whimpered as i felt bad, i knew that i shouldn't have kept this from him for so long from the perspective of a friend but, from the perspective of his unit chief, i had to but now, it was time i had to tell him

catching one of spencer's tears with my finger i just told him why savannah was so excited at the possibility of leaving the bau, "she knew that if she left now when she still had the chance, her fear of being killed would go away..." i choked out as i struggled to not cry for spencer's sake and he just stumbled towards the wall, which thankfully stopped him from falling

i then grabbed ahold of him as he struggled to catch his breath, "...her biggest fear is what killed her..." spencer choked out as he could no longer breathe due to his tears as i hugged him tightly

then, i pulled him out of the hug and held out his hand. he gave me a conflicted and confused look before i handed him his girlfriend's gun and fbi credentials so that he still had those things of hers with him.

"...cut!"

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

as soon as glenn had yelled cut, i bolted from behind the camera and over to paget and matthew to pull them in for a hug. aj, aisha, joe, daniel and kirsten were all sitting together as they watched the scenes they weren't in from behind the camera. i had felt terribly awful that everyone in the cast was either teary-eyed or full-on crying and then there was me - who wasn't crying at all. if i had any little faith in myself and my emotions, maybe the tears will start during the other final scenes or the very final scene that was being filmed today but, as of right now, i was completely okay and my emotions weren't out of wack or heightened at all.

giving another hug to paget before she rushed off to aisha and kirsten, i didn't let go of matthew, who physically relaxed in my embrace as i held him tightly. matthew then started to cry on my shoulder as his breath remained shaky. i could tell that scene as well as all the other ones had completely taken it out of him. i then noticed that aisha and kirsten were doing the same thing for paget but on a much simpler level since she didn't seem to be as devastated and exhausted as matthew was.

"fucking hell...that sucked!" matthew sniffled, whispering as i smiled into his hair

"i was only watching it but, it really did suck!" i whispered with a small smile, nudging matthew closer as he then pouted - i didn't add in my usual, "and swallowed" joke

"was lowkey expecting to hear the and swallowed joke, not going to lie there," matthew muttered as i softly giggled as i ran my fingers through his fluffy and messed up curls

"i did think about but, nah, it doesn't feel like it's the right time to say it," i muttered softly now that it was slowly but surely hitting me that me and the rest of my cast were finishing what was our special little crime show - i couldn't make a dirty joke after what was scene after scene of emotional torture

"do you ever think you'll cry over this at some point, today, lilly?" matthew mumbled softly, finally looking up at me as i made eye contact finally as well, a small smile on my lips

"hmm, yeah, at some point or another," i nodded, hugging him tighter whilst matthew just nodded his head and smiled as he relaxed again back into my embrace

the last ever scene for criminal minds, our special little crime show, had just wrapped up and what was a farewell party for penelope garcia as she leaves the bau for a different job and then the team had a funeral/memorial for savannah towards the end of the episode as well with some very special cameos but, that was before they farewelled penelope. the last ever shot of the episode is of the bau taking their maiden voyage together for one last time and the first time without savannah, them stepping into the elevator as penelope waves goodbye at them. the moment in which the elevator door closes, penelope is seen walking to her desk and shutting off the computers, turning off the lights and leaving the room, a small post-it note stuck in between the desk for the next technical analyst as she shuts the door behind her and then a black screen follows that.

i had leant up against a wall alongside matthew as they were filming kirsten's final-ever coverage for her last few scenes after the elevator door closes and i felt my eyes slowly start to tear up. matthew was still crying silently and i could hear his little sniffles as he leaned against me as i smiled.

the final "cut" had just been called and everyone just erupted into cheers and everyone applauded. when, all of a sudden, i had been pulled into the middle of what i had now noticed was a group circle by matthew and i, all of a sudden, become embarrassed. knowing exactly what was about to happen, i compartmentalized to make sure my teary eyes didn't allow any tears to escape or be noticed as i giggled.

glenn and erica messer, our criminal minds showrunner joined me in the middle of the circle as i smiled and just shook my head. they were wanting to give me a special series wrap because i was the one character (that had been with the show the entire fifteen years) to die in the final episode and this "special series wrap" was something that everyone else had agreed to without any hesitation. i smiled over at erica who i could tell was trying her absolute hardest to not cry which made me giggle as i rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet to distract myself.

"whilst we are series wrapping everyone in this cast, i wanted to dedicate a very special series wrap to the very talented miss lillianna johnson who has been with us, and our little crime show since the very beginning fifteen years ago and was so open to the idea...to the idea of having her character getting killed off with only twenty minutes left of the episode being finished..." erica tearfully trailed off as i pouted with a small giggle as i bit my lip as she continued

"...lillianna, when she found out, that we were going to be killing savannah off, she didn't hesitate to include herself and collaborate with kirsten and me on how she wanted her character to die and how her fellow characters should farewell her. lilly never once complained that savannah wasn't going to survive the last episode of the series and was in fact really excited to be killed off *tearful giggles*," erica trailed off with a tearful giggle as everyone else laughed tearfully and i just laughed and shook my head, my head pointing down to the floor in pure embarrassment

"and in all honesty, i think that just shows how involved each of our wonderful, talented actors and actresses standing right here in front of all of us are with their characters. lilly wanted to make sure that she said goodbye to savannah in the best way possible and, she did. i mean, watching her film her final scenes with matthew and the rest of the team was heartbreaking *choked up laughter* but those scenes were also my favourite scenes to watch..." erica, once again, got the cast and crew to get choked up but laugh at the same time as i remained with my focus being purely on the ground below me when all of a sudden, erica made me look up to look at her

"...lilly, my darling girl...i love you so much and i am forever grateful you were with us for fifteen years and made it to the very end, even if it wasn't with your character surviving. watching you grow over these last fifteen years has been an absolute honour and a pleasure of mine. so, thank you so much, lillianna! and now, i'm afraid guys, as much as it hurts, it's time that i say..."

"...nooo erica! don't say it!" everyone cried out as erica and i giggled but she still said it anyway despite everyone's petitions otherwise

"it is a series wrap on miss lillianna johnson!" erica choked out, tears resting on her chees and i couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest as she pulled me in for a hug

however, it quickly turned into a group hug when matthew, paget, adam, aisha...bloody the whole cast and crew ran over and joined the now group hug as more tears from everyone started. and our special little crime show was finally over!

"...did we get her?"

"bloody hell...no matthew, lilly didn't cry once today so, you now owe everyone, including lilly, in this cast $50!"

"oh for fucks sake, come on, lilly!"

"sorry guys! didn't know i was supposed to cry!"

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and yes, i had to expand on the little comedy lines even more at the end because i still didn't want you guys to think that i forgot about the cast trying to get lillianna to cry! but this is the longest rewrite i had have written since going back to rewrite my criminal minds writings but it was truly a lot of fun whilst watching episodes of the show in between lol.

ok ily bye xx

wc; 10344

#criminal minds cast #matthew gray gubler #shemar moore #paget brewester #joe mantegna

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na-ta-sh-aa · 5 months ago

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I’m giggling, kicking my feet in the air, screaming into my pillow, twirling my hair and blushing, this chapter was so good!!! I literally became obsessed with them (in a good way) and their interactions! I liked so many things about this chapter especially the intimacy and the harmony that is growing between them🥹🫶🏼 and I think one of the parts where these details are highlighted the most is when they took a bath together. Not only for the intimacy of the gesture but I also think for the fact that Jake always wants to be close to her and in her company and how he can already read her and understand when something is bothering her just by looking at her, I loved these details so much!

“He was taking charge, but he never made you feel small or stupid for your lack of experience. He just didn't seem like that kind of person. And besides, you did manage to turn him on for the third time, and instead of letting him sneak away, you got him to stay put on the couch with you.”

This is another thing I absolutely love about Jake, the fact that he doesn’t make her feel uncomfortable about her lack of inexperience, but instead guides her and teaches her everything with sweetness and gentleness!

"Mmhmm. You caught onto that, did you?" You felt his tongue trail along your skin before he said, "Wasn't about to make you feel obligated to take care of it for me in any way."

He is truly a gentleman🥹

"Are you sore, Darlin'?" he asked, setting butterflies off in your belly. "I was a little rough with my fingers."

"I'm glad," he crooned. "But if you're sore, you could take a bath."

The attention he has towards her, the way he always makes sure she enjoyed what he did to her and that he wasn't too hard, I will never get tired of reading them and above all they will never stop making me feel butterflies in my stomach!

“Your brow furrowed. "You're taking a bath with me?"

“He raised one eyebrow and took a step away from you. "Unless you don't want me to."

“Once again, you were surprised by him, but not disinterested in the idea of having him join you in the tub. "I want you to."

I loved this interaction so much! I loved how Jake almost took it for granted that he would be in the tub with her and how right away when she asked him if he would bathe with her he specified that he would only do it if she was okay with it🥹and I loved how she absolutely didn't expect to have Jake's company but at the same time she didn't hesitate for a second and immediately agreed! I also find bathing together so intimate, I love it!

“Of course he would have them. He brought you home which meant he probably did the same thing every weekend. Maybe he even had more than one girl each weekend. One for Friday night and one for Saturday night. Maybe he'd fuck you and then offer to drive you home soon so he could go back to the bar tonight and find someone more his speed. Someone who knew that condoms came in different sizes.”

“You couldn't let yourself get jealous or sad, because there was no point in it. This was practically a business deal. Jake was helping you get ready for Cooper while he got his rocks off as many times as he wanted to. No more, no less.”

Oooh no, I felt so bad for her in this part, like she felt inferior. It's true that there is an agreement between her and Jake but no one can deny that the more time they spend together the more they seem more comfortable and in tune with each other, and I love them so much!

“Jake had never shared his bathtub with anyone. Soaking in the hot water until it was almost too cool to stand was one of his guilty pleasures that he never planned on letting someone else experience, too. He usually brought a beer in with him. One time he drank an entire bottle of champagne. But he always did it alone. Until today, apparently. Something about the way his cum was drying on your skin while you kissed him made him want to take the time to clean you up. And he also realized by how his wrist felt that he'd gone pretty hard with his fingers.”

If only they could read each other's minds! Darlin’ would definitely be much more at peace knowing that she's not the only one who's having new experiences but that Jake is also experiencing things with her that he's never done with other women, and that makes me so excited, because I love seeing how Jake is "breaking" his habits that he had with other women.

"You're all the way over there."

“Jake reached for your hip under the water, wrapped his hand around you, and pulled you closer to him. Your eyes went wide, and you turned to brace your hand against his chest. Some of your cold drink splashed onto him, but he just muttered, "That's better," while you set the glass down on the edge of the tub.”

“He licked his lips and shook his head. "I don't think I've ever been quite this sweet before." When you finally smiled again, your eyes softened, and Jake kissed the bridge of your nose. "You might as well get comfortable, because I don't get out until the water's cold."

"Mmhmm." He took another sip of his beer. "And I expect you to tell me what kind of pizza you want for dinner, too. And why don't you tell me what you're studying in school while you're at it. And how you usually spend your weekends."

“Jake sighed and let his head tip back. "I don't think I can fuck you until I've taken you on a proper date. So... will you have dinner with me at my dining room table?"

Awww I loved this part so much! I'm glad Jake cleared up some of Darlin's doubts and reassured her and the fact that he wants to give her a proper date was so sweet!🥹

“That's why you want to lose your virginity? So you can please him physically?" You shrugged again. "Remember how I told you that it's never about the guy?"

“He reached for your chin and tipped it up so you met his eyes. "That goes for everyone, but especially Cooper. Okay? There's nothing wrong with you, Darlin'. You got everything just right."

Awww the way he is so thoughtful and makes sure she knows her worth and doesn't let men use her is amazing! Darlin’ is definitely stronger than me, I would have literally forgotten about Cooper. As hot as this Cooper is I'm sure he'll never reach Jake's level!

“He kissed your forehead and said, "This is the one and only time I'm letting you choose the toppings."

Why can't I stop thinking that Jake will probably think about her for the rest of his life when he eats a pizza with this topping?😭

“His fingers slipped slowly along your jaw until they were digging gently into the back of your neck. He studied your pretty face and memorized how his clothing looked on you while your gaze stayed fixed on him. "Are you sure you still want to do this with me?" he asked softly. "Because you don't need me to fix anything about you since there's nothing wrong to begin with."

“You didn't hesitate as you told him, "Yes. I want you for my first time, because you're sweet and I know you're not going to hurt me. I don't always need to explain myself for you to know what I need. I want you. Not Cooper and not Rooster. You."

Aww the way he asked her if she's really sure she wants to do this with him and how she reassured him was so beautiful🥹

"Better get those extra large condoms," you told him with a soft laugh.”

“He kissed you and guided you back toward his bed, and you stretched out luxuriously beneath him, his hand resting on the elastic at your hip. "You got nothing to worry about, Darlin'. I'll take care of everything."

Okay but can we take a minute to appreciate the beauty and sweetness of this sentence "You got nothing to worry about, Darlin'. I'll take care of everything." he always manages to reassure her and put her at ease. Awww Jake Seresin you literally won my heart🫶🏼

Every time I finish reading a chapter I have butterflies in my stomach and a smile on my face. What a wonderful chapter that was! I really love how there is this natural sense of domesticity between them, just as I loved how Jake reassured her more than once about various things that could upset her, I really appreciated that. I love how they are so comfortable and in tune. But I have this anxiety inside of me that all of this might end. As I said before if I were her I would never leave a man like Jake, who treats me the wonderful way he has treated Darlin’ all along. I loved it so much when Jake made sure she understood her worth, he cares so much about her and would always want her to be treated the way she deserves and I think this is a really unique and beautiful thought from Jake (and I also think it can maybe underline the fact that he is really falling in love with her). I keep hoping that after they do it, I don't know, something will click inside them that will make them realize how literally perfect they are for each other, so that she will say goodbye to Cooper and be with Jake and he will finally have a girl to love. I can't wait to read the next chapter I'm so excited, I literally can't wait. I know I've told you a thousand times now but I absolutely love your writing style and how you make me fall in love with the various characters you write about. And I absolutely love this series!!!💗💗💗✨✨

Mr. Right Now Part 5 | Hangman x Reader

Summary: Jake can't pinpoint why he feels the need to make you understand that you're special. Or maybe he can, but he's too afraid to admit it to himself. You are completely out of your depth, but you know you'd rather drown with Jake than be with anyone else right now.

Warnings: adult language, sexual touching, oral sex, fingering, cum play, 18+

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Why is Jake on my masterlist!? Mr. Right Now masterlist

Jake was surpassing all of your expectations. You were already three orgasms deep on the weekend, and you just met him less than a day ago. He was sweet and handsome, and right now he was kissing your lips softly on his couch as he held you tight. You couldn't help but smile against his mouth as the sticky coating of his cum spread from your tummy to his hard abs as you and he made out at a luxurious pace.

He was taking charge, but he never made you feel small or stupid for your lack of experience. He just didn't seem like that kind of person. And besides, you did manage to turn him on for the third time, and instead of letting him sneak away, you got him to stay put on the couch with you.

"Were you really going to try to jerk off alone again?" you asked as he kissed his way down the side of your neck.

"Mmhmm. You caught onto that, did you?" You felt his tongue trail along your skin before he said, "Wasn't about to make you feel obligated to take care of it for me in any way."

Okay, so Jake was kind of a gentleman. So much so that he still hadn't fucked you. And he still hadn't told you when he was planning to. The crazy thing was, you now understood that he could probably make you come a dozen other ways that didn't involve his cock at all. You were impressed. You were also a little sad that once you and he did get around to that little matter of eliminating the fact that you were still a virgin, you'd be on your way.

"Are you sore, Darlin'?" he asked, setting butterflies off in your belly. "I was a little rough with my fingers."

You moaned softly and tipped your head back. "It felt amazing. I liked it."

"I'm glad," he crooned. "But if you're sore, you could take a bath."

You perked up even more. A bath in his big tub sounded delightful, and once you started moving, you realized you were a bit more sore than you originally thought. "I want a bath," you told him, and you left a mess of his tacky cum on him when you stood up. You suddenly remembered you were completely naked and covered in his semen as you ducked your face away from him and muttered, "I wasn't sure what the texture was going to be like. It's really sticky all over me now."

Jake stood and pulled you close again. "Gets messier and harder to clean up when it starts to dry. But you didn't seem to mind me coating you up since it was your idea in the first place."

You pressed your lips together and muttered, "I never saw a guy come in real life before. I was curious. And it was so hot."

Something like possessiveness flashed in his eyes. "And then, to my surprise, you started playing with it," he added with a dangerous smirk, and you turned away from him in embarrassment, because maybe you weren't supposed to do that at all. "Do you hear me complaining?" he asked, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "That was some advanced level kinky stuff. Just wasn't expecting it. But I am not complaining. Let's get you in the bath."

Jake kept his arm around your waist as he led you back to his bedroom and then to the en suite bathroom where he cranked on the hot water before turning to look at you in all his naked glory. "I'm going to grab myself a beer for bathtime. Something about hot water and a cold beer is very satisfying, and maybe you can learn all about it after your next birthday. You want another crystal goblet of ice water?"

Your brow furrowed. "You're taking a bath with me?"

He raised one eyebrow and took a step away from you. "Unless you don't want me to."

Once again, you were surprised by him, but not disinterested in the idea of having him join you in the tub. "I want you to."

He half smiled in response. "And the goblet of ice water?"

"Yes, please," you told him with an eye roll. Then he was gone, and you were left with the soothing sound of the tub filling up while you went in search of a washcloth. You found some in the small closet just inside the bathroom door. Along with extra towels, razor blades, and a half empty box of extra large condoms.

Of course he would have them. He brought you home which meant he probably did the same thing every weekend. Maybe he even had more than one girl each weekend. One for Friday night and one for Saturday night. Maybe he'd fuck you and then offer to drive you home soon so he could go back to the bar tonight and find someone more his speed. Someone who knew that condoms came in different sizes.

You couldn't let yourself get jealous or sad, because there was no point in it. This was practically a business deal. Jake was helping you get ready for Cooper while he got his rocks off as many times as he wanted to. No more, no less.

"Here you go."

You startled a bit as Jake held out your wine glass filled with ice water, and he took a long sip from his bottle of Sam Adams. "Thanks," you whispered, and then he pressed his cold lips to your forehead before nodding at the tub.

"Get in and get comfy."

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Jake had never shared his bathtub with anyone. Soaking in the hot water until it was almost too cool to stand was one of his guilty pleasures that he never planned on letting someone else experience, too. He usually brought a beer in with him. One time he drank an entire bottle of champagne. But he always did it alone. Until today, apparently. Something about the way his cum was drying on your skin while you kissed him made him want to take the time to clean you up. And he also realized by how his wrist felt that he'd gone pretty hard with his fingers.

You looked too fucking cute with the steamy water up to your shoulders while you sipped from the condensation coated stemware. But you were quieter than you had been in the living room, which bothered him, because he had gotten used to your constant chattering and your smartass comments.

He slipped one foot into the hot water, and you scooted a little further forward. When he had both feet in, he eased himself down until he was sitting with you tucked between his legs. But you were facing away from him, so he couldn't see your face as he asked, "Is the temperature okay for you?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, sipping your ice water.

He leaned back against the tub and took another sip of beer, but you remained where you were. "You comfy?" he asked.

"Yes," you whispered, your back still to him.

"Well, I'm not," he said blandly.

"What's wrong?" you asked right away, turning to look at him over your shoulder, finally letting him see your pretty face.

"You're all the way over there."

Jake reached for your hip under the water, wrapped his hand around you, and pulled you closer to him. Your eyes went wide, and you turned to brace your hand against his chest. Some of your cold drink splashed onto him, but he just muttered, "That's better," while you set the glass down on the edge of the tub.

"You could have just asked me to scoot closer."

Jake studied you and took another long sip of his beer before setting it down next to your glass. "You haven't complained once when I've touched you."

"I'm not complaining," you whispered, so he stroked your waist, and you snuggled in a little closer to him. "I'm just wondering when you're going to fuck me."

He kissed your forehead as you looked up at him. "You're playing by my rules, remember?" he muttered.

"You don't have to be so sweet just for me." Jake's fingers froze on your body as you added, "Unless you're always like this? Making breakfast for your overnight guests? And cuddling in the bathtub? I guess that makes more sense."

But he wasn't always like this, and he wanted to tell you that. But he knew he didn't have the right to say anything at all when you really only needed him for one purpose. Once you got what you wanted from him, you'd be gone.

"Are you always this sweet?" you whispered, wet fingers wrapped around the back of his neck as you looked up at him through your lashes.

He licked his lips and shook his head. "I don't think I've ever been quite this sweet before." When you finally smiled again, your eyes softened, and Jake kissed the bridge of your nose. "You might as well get comfortable, because I don't get out until the water's cold."

"Cold!" you complained as he held you tighter. "You expect me to stay here until it's cold?"

"I'm staying for dinner?"

Jake sighed and let his head tip back. "I don't think I can fuck you until I've taken you on a proper date. So... will you have dinner with me at my dining room table?"

"Yes."

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A proper date. The words were bouncing around in your mind even as Jake stretched out on his couch in his gym shorts while you were almost completely on top of him, wearing his clothes. "You're wrong," you told him, shaking your head and pushing his hair off his forehead. "You have the wrong opinion about pineapple on pizza, and I refuse to believe I'm the first person who has ever told you so."

His hand on your butt flexed as he laughed. "Nobody else would dare. Except for you. Go ahead. Tell me what else I'm wrong about."

"Well," you said with a huff of pretend annoyance, "you ate your eggs sunny side up this morning. Wrong. And you didn't already have your bedroom window open to listen to the sound of the ocean last night. Wrong." You paused for a beat before saying what you'd been thinking about for a while. "I would say you're wrong about needing extra large condoms, but I did see and feel you, so maybe you do. Not wrong."

His deep laughter rumbled through his chest, and you jostled slightly on top of him. "You found my stash in the bathroom?" he asked, but he didn't sound annoyed.

"I was looking for a washcloth."

He hummed and asked, "How many condoms are left in the box? I haven't checked in a couple weeks."

"About half." You looked him in his pretty green eyes. "Does that mean you haven't had sex in a couple weeks? Or that you just haven't been using condoms?"

"I always use condoms," he replied immediately with a little nod, and you believed him. "Lesson seven: never skip a condom. Guys are pigs. Don't let them cut corners."

He kissed the corner of your mouth, but all you could say was, "So you haven't had sex in a little while?"

Jake nodded again. "Was getting a little sick of the bar crowd, to be honest. At least until you dropped your fake. Kicking tag chasers out of my bed in the middle of the night isn't much fun anymore."

"What's a tag chaser?" you asked, running your fingers through his soft hair.

His cheeks tinted with pink as he said, "Women who go after guys in the military. Some of them think it's fun to 'collect' tags. Some of them are hoping to trap a guy for the marriage benefits. Different reasons. Same name. And you absolutely can't let them spend the night with you."

You wanted to laugh, because this actually sounded like your roommate, Kylie. But then you remembered why you went to that particular bar in the first place and who you were originally looking for. Your eyes went wide. "Wait. Am I a tag chaser?"

Now he was hooting with laughter. "I don't know, Darlin'. Are you? That little leather skirt screamed yes, but your smart mouth and the fact that you didn't care that I was an aviator are telling me no."

You thought about it for another second and said, "I'm not one," while he laughed some more. "I couldn't be! You let me spend the night."

He reached for his phone as he said, "Yeah, well you're different, aren't you? I'm going to order this pizza."

"Okay," you whispered, letting your cheek rest on his chest as he tapped his screen and then held his phone to his ear. He was looking at you as he said, "Yeah, hi, a large pizza for delivery, please." He paused for a second and then said, "Toppings? Since I'm with a girl who has weird ideas about pineapple on pizza, just wait to hear how horrible this thing is going to sound. Are you ready?"

You were laughing with your face buried against his arm as he gave his address and credit card number, and when he hung up, you screeched, "Jake! You're ridiculous. And wrong! It's going to be the best pizza ever."

"Sure," he said sarcastically before sitting up with you on his lap. He nipped at your lip as he added, "It'll be about thirty minutes before it gets here, Darlin'. I think we have time to review some of your lessons if you feel like it."

A smile bloomed across your face as you asked, "Which lessons?"

"Whatever lessons you want."

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You told Jake you wanted to review lessons two and three, and now you were naked on his couch with his face buried in your pussy and his hands wrapped around the backs of your thighs. Foreplay and oral sex were two things you clearly loved. He spent about ten minutes making out with you and hitting all the spots that left you dripping wet, and then he treated himself to a taste.

"God damn," he growled, lapping at you as you tugged on his hair. Once again, you got him rock hard as goosebumps trailed down his neck. "Fuck."

"Jake," you whined until his mouth was back on your clit, and then you sighed contentedly. He knew he could get you off before the pizza arrived, and he also knew he'd be amped up for you later. He was excited. You excited him. He wanted to be so good.

"Jake!" You came apart on his tongue, rolling your hips up for more pressure. He rewarded you for knowing what you wanted by sucking on your clit, and he enjoyed every second of your orgasm. Every little sound. Each tug on his hair. The way your body seemed to relax into the couch cushions once you were fully sated. And then there was a knock on his door.

"Don't move an inch, Darlin'," he teased, kissing the apex of your thigh.

"I can promise you I won't," you whimpered, arm tossed over your eyes as you ran your fingers slowly up your body.

He chuckled as he walked to the door, and then he realized that he was wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts and a raging boner. He grimaced and tried his best to hide himself with his left hand while he pulled the door open. You were just in the other room, completely naked on the couch, and if you sat up, the pizza delivery kid who looked like he was your age would have front row seats to the show of a lifetime.

"Thanks," Jake muttered, taking the pizza box and quickly closing the door. Then he walked to the table, his cock merrily bobbing along the way. He started to grab plates and get you another wine glass of ice water, and he had to pause to consider why exactly he felt the need to make this seem like a date. He'd already been over every bit of your body with his mouth and hands. He could have just fucked you by now. He desperately wanted to. But he needed you to understand that you had to go for the guys who weren't just setting out to take advantage of you. That you needed to make them work for it.

Jake turned when you made a soft sound and wrapped your arms around his waist. You were wearing his clothes again, and he collected you against him. "It smells good," you muttered.

He kissed your forehead and said, "This is the one and only time I'm letting you choose the toppings."

Your laughter rang out as you sat down with your ice water. "I guess I better make it count then. And that's such a typical guy thing, to think their pizza topping preferences are the best."

"Yours are just wrong," he replied quickly, dropping a slice onto your plate before putting one on his own. He watched you take an enormous bite and smile as you chewed it up. "But you're cute, so you can get away with it."

You looked satisfied with his comment as you asked, "So, you usually make other girls eat the grotesque topping combination you prefer? Is that why you don't have a girlfriend?"

"Wow. Okay," he replied with a laugh while he sat down, enjoying your smirk. "You think this Cooper guy is going to put up with you, smartass?"

You cocked your head to the side like you had forgotten all about him. "I thought we weren't supposed to be talking about him anymore? That was lesson number one."

"You're not allowed to bring him up," Jake reminded you. "But I can. So what's so great about him anyway?"

You nibbled on your crust and kind of shrugged. "He's pretty hot. And he asked me out four times. I keep telling him we can go out soon, but I know he's going to stop asking if I don't actually pick a day and do it." You paused and looked at your glass of ice water as you said, "I should have just slept with someone by now. I don't want him to be disappointed that I'm a virgin who doesn't know how to do anything."

Jake grunted and set his pizza down. He'd been with his fair share of women, but there was nothing disappointing about you. The way you got him going was unparalleled, and even though you claimed you didn't know how to do even the basics, you definitely had his number. The hair pulling and cum play and little noises you made were all unintentional but so fucking hot. And now he was annoyed.

"That's why you want to lose your virginity? So you can please him physically?" You shrugged again. "Remember how I told you that it's never about the guy?"

"Yeah."

He reached for your chin and tipped it up so you met his eyes. "That goes for everyone, but especially Cooper. Okay? There's nothing wrong with you, Darlin'. You got everything just right."

You nodded and swallowed hard, and Jake was so fucking jealous of a college kid, he wanted to scream. "Okay, Jake," you whispered. "I believe you."

His fingers slipped slowly along your jaw until they were digging gently into the back of your neck. He studied your pretty face and memorized how his clothing looked on you while your gaze stayed fixed on him. "Are you sure you still want to do this with me?" he asked softly. "Because you don't need me to fix anything about you since there's nothing wrong to begin with."

In an instant, you planted your hand on his thigh and leaned all the way in to kiss him. He realized he was still a little hard from giving you head as soon as you nudged him, but he didn't mind you knowing how badly he wanted you. He didn't stop you as you eased yourself onto his lap without breaking the kiss, and when your body settled against his, you moaned softly.

Jake pulled away and watched you chase him for more before your eyes fluttered open. "I need to hear you say it," he whispered, hand creeping up inside the shirt you were wearing. "Is this what you really want?"

You didn't hesitate as you told him, "Yes. I want you for my first time, because you're sweet and I know you're not going to hurt me. I don't always need to explain myself for you to know what I need. I want you. Not Cooper and not Rooster. You."

The shirt you were wearing fell to the floor next to his chair, and Jake ran his rough fingers along your sides, making you shiver. He kissed you softly as his hands found the undersides of your breasts. "This pizza is going to taste even more disgusting cold," he murmured as you arched into his touch. "But I can't wait any longer for you."

You smiled against his lips before you stood, taking his hand and guiding him to his feet as well. Then you led him to his bedroom, and he got lost in your little glances along the way.

"Better get those extra large condoms," you told him with a soft laugh.

He kissed you and guided you back toward his bed, and you stretched out luxuriously beneath him, his hand resting on the elastic at your hip. "You got nothing to worry about, Darlin'. I'll take care of everything."

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cursedcola · 2 years ago

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Prompt: What would they do to celebrate your birthday?

Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You’re here: Savanaclaw!

A/N: Hey everyone. I know I have requests backed up to the nines but was my birthday and I need some comfort teehee (I am also SO mad that twst doesn’t have a thing for the MCs birthday >:( ). Some are longer than others because the inspiration train hit, but I really don't care. I love me my boys, what can I say? I hope you guys can read this for your birthdays and be happy :)

Leona Kingscholar

Another one who whisks you away to spend the day with him. However, doing this is not different from Leona's day-to-day. ever since you began dating your attendance in class has plummeted. Once he's got you in his grasp, there is no escape.

To many it appears as if he's forgotten. No one can even think to invite you for a celebration because he has you locked in his room. You are absolutely not allowed to leave unless he comes with, which isn't going to happen. He has his own bathroom, and Ruggie can bring any food you want to eat.

Leona is...much more clingy. Which is concerning since he already hands on you like a second skin. Almost like he's jealous?

Like Ace, Leona thinks that you should be spending the day at his side. If anyone else wants to do something troublesome like a party than it can be another day, but this one is all his. He's a bit gruff about it, but anything you want he gives so long as you stay with him.

Want to watch a movie? Alright, but he's napping. Video games? Cool, he'll watch. Read a book? Do it aloud so he can listen. Nap? He'll be your pillow just this once. Hungry? Name it and Ruggie will get it.

He will even let you use the Savanaclaw spa bath. Just go on in and he'll guard the door for a bit. Don't take too long though or he'll think you passed out from the steam (passes off this worry as not wanting to wait too long).

He has two gifts to give you. One is from Cheka, and it is a hand-drawn card with some candies. The next is from Leona himself, and is a beaded choker like the one that he wears.

"What? Did you think I forgot? Tsk. I'm not so stupid to forget my lover's birthday. Do not forget that you are mine, which makes today a day for me too...Happy Birthday,"

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie keeps things simple by nature. Intimate, even. He cooks for you what his grandmother does for him: donuts.

Regardless if you like them or not, Ruggie finds a way to cater them to your pallet. They are his favorite food, and what his grandmother has made for every single one of his birthdays. He even uses her recipe. The dish is special, and so are you.

It is not difficult for Ruggie to find out your birthday through the grapevine. A little gossip here and there travels fast, so if you were to forget yourself rest assured that he will remember. He gathers the ingredients and is quick to whip up a batch during the night when the communal kitchen is empty. He only makes enough for you both to share, not even Leona geta a taste. The lion in question also does not give Ruggie any tasks on the day of your birthday.

He teases you, acting as if he forgot before pulling out the tray of treats. He holds them just out of your reach while doing his cheeky hyena laugh. Telling you to be patient and go wait in the courtyard for him.

In truth, he's really nervous. Watching you take the first bite and painstakingly waiting for your reaction. Only when you let out a hum of approval does he relax, and begin to relish in his own serving.

When you finish he pulls out another surprise. A silk bandana, golden with brown tassel on the trim. It's decorated with red, purple, and brown beads as well. Very...expensive looking.

Ruggie is all about budgeting and maximizing outputs. Yet, for once he wanted to give you something meaningful. He took on multiple extra part-time jobs and cashed in many favors to afford it. Giving it to you feels surreal, yet it makes him extremely happy

"Shshshsh, weren't expectin' that were ya? You better take good care of that or we're going to have problems. I expect to see it on you every day or else all my hard work will have gone down the drain. Fore real though, Happy Birthday,"

Jack Howl

Such a ray of sunshine. He wants your special day to be perfect in every way and for you to live it to the fullest. How does he go about this, you ask? Well, it's simple.

He becomes the school's errand boy in your stead. It's too much for him to expect that the school will give you one day of relaxation, so Jack takes it upon himself to ward off any signs of trouble before it can arise

It somehow makes him respect you more? He already held you in high regard for dealing with your fair share of daily bullshit, but having to do it in your place really put things into perspective. The entire day feels like he is on babysitting duty compared to being a student.

Honestly? He's so done. There is only so much one person can take and you must be a saint for putting up with Grimm for longer than an hour.

Yet when Jack says that he'll do something, he does it. If he promised you a day off then you are getting one no matter how hard he has to work. Even if that means he won't see you for the whole day...

When all is said and done, he's exhausted. You'll catch him making a poor attempt at not dragging his feet and failing. He's so tired that he can't even make it back to his dorm, and you force him to spend the night at Ramshackle. On the couch, of course. He isn't delirious enough to agree to sharing a bed...the thought alone spikes his adrenaline.

He may not have been around for most of the celebrating, but Jack still wants that quality time with you. His present was acting as errand boy, but what truly makes the day special is sharing leftover cake together before bed. Jack is normally an early-sleeper, so since you have him up it's best to make the most of it. Cuddling in front of the fireplace and sharing a piece of cake sounds perfect, yeah?

"It's good that you had a chance to relax. I'm sorry for not being around much today, but certain people wouldn't stop making messes. How do you do this everyday?! Honestly...I wouldn't be able to handle it. I hope your birthday was fun. I just- I wanted to give you some kind of normalcy for once,"

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illicitlimerence-writes · 3 years ago

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ours | l. norris

pairing: lando norris x reader word count: 1.9k words request: yes/no, by an anon: "hi, could you do one where the reader gets a low grade on a university test and her parents compare her to the other students? with lando norris or any of the f1 drivers really. basically a hurt/comfort, i just need that. it's my first time asking so i'm sorry if something is wrong. thank you!" i'm sorry this took so long, i hope you're feeling better! please remember to be kind to yourself and that you're allowed to have bad days. prompt: letter l: lights. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. warnings: language, mean parents, fluff. a/n: day twelve!

my masterlist/ christmas alphabet masterlist

(pleeease he looks so comfy and soft)

you turned off your car, leaning back against the seat as you rested your chin on your fist, your elbow on the window next to you. you'd just gotten back from uni and were absolutely heartbroken after getting the results of your final exam.

60%. you knew you'd done the best you could've, and the professor was an absolute entitled jerk who thought nothing was right unless he did it himself. you looked to the passenger side, to the exam you had worked so hard preparing for. you took a deep breath, rolling your shoulders to hopefully relieve some of the stress in your back. you gathered your things and stepped out of the car.

you walked to your home, thankfully it was empty. you placed the exam on the kitchen counter, writing an 'i'm sorry' on a post-it note next to it. you climbed up to your room, plopping down on your bed, burying your face in your pillows. a buzz in your butt startled you. you grabbed your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and answered the call without looking.

"hello?" you asked, it came out muffled since you hadn't moved your face away from the pillows.

"are you alright? you sound like you're sick," you hear lando's voice. you immediately lifted your head and sat up.

"i'm okay, i was laying down." you said as you played with a loose string on your comforter.

"oh, okay. how was the exam? it was today, right?" he asked, and you heard him moving stuff on his side of the call.

"yeah, it was today. i-" you sighed. "i got a sixty," you answered.

"well, you still passed right? i remember you said you needed a 30 to pass the class," he grunted.

"i did, but i just wanted a better grade. my parents will so disappointed," you sighed.

"but you passed, and that's what matters! plus, there's really nothing you can do now, so don't start thinking about what you could've done better, love," he said. you'd only been dating for a few months and he already knew you too well.

"i feel awful," you said, looking up at the ceiling.

"don't. you only have one semester left and then you're done with school. you're free of school for the next month, that's enough time to recharge and give your everything for those last few months." he said, and after that you heard something falling.

"what are you doing?" you couldn't help but ask.

"oh, i'm just taking out all the boxes with christmas decorations," he explained. "do you want to come? we can order takeout,"

"yes, yes, i'll be there in a bit," you accepted immediately, switching your essentials from your backpack to another bag and running down the stairs. "i really don't want to be here when my parents see the results," you said as you ran down to your car, connecting to the bluetooth so you could continue talking to lando.

you drove away, watching your house disappear into the distance from the rearview mirror.

"okay, i'll see you in a few, then."

"yeah, i'll call you so you open the gate," you said.

"oh, i forgot to tell you! i set up your car, you only have to push the 'open' button twice and it'll open!" he said, and you could tell that he was smiling. for some reason, that made your stomach feel funny.

"oh, okay. thanks! i'll be there in like ten, bye!"

"bye, love. i'll be waiting for you here!" he ended the call as you reached a red light. just as the call ended, you received another one.

from your mother. you let it ring three times before answering.

"hi, mom," you said softly, not really knowing what her mood was.

"60%? you promised me at least an 85 on this last test and the best you could do was a 60?" she spoke. "where are you?"

"i'm sorry, mom. i did try best but you know how professor jones is, he never likes anything. the essay part was great and he just invalidated it, said that the topic was irrelevant," you said, not answering her last question.

"well, maybe it was." she accused.

"how is women's rights irrelevant in law school?" you raised your voice, not realizing you were speeding up as you got angrier.

"again with that feminism thing?" she sighed. "you know who just called? aunt jenna, kate is graduating next year, with honors!" you hated when she did this. your whole life she's always compared you with your cousin.

"mom!" you yelled, hitting the brakes as you reached an intersection. "i'm done." you hung up just as she was about to reply. you refused to cry over this, so instead, you turned up the radio and drove faster to lando's house. you needed him.

your heart soared at the sight of the gate to his house opening after you pushed the button twice. as you parked, lando got out of the house wearing a t-shirt, sweatpants, and one of his helmets.

"what's with the helmet?" you asked as he helped you out of your car.

"i was making room for some things and needed to get my helmets out of the way, and i could only carry two at a time, until i got an idea," he patted the helmet on his head, making you laugh.

you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in, and burying your face in his chest. you felt him taking off the helmet, feeling the hard material on your back. lando leaned his face down, until his lips came in contact with the skin of your neck.

"i just talked to my mom," you whispered. "i explained why i got that grade and she compared me to kate," you felt lando tightening his hold of you, his free hand rubbing up and down your back.

"i'm sorry, i know how you must be feeling," comparison was a big part of his job, and although he tried his best to ignore it, it got to him sometimes. "and i'm sure you did everything you could." he said as he leaned back, looking at your slightly wet eyes. he gently grabbed your face in his hands, making you look up at him. "hey, i got you. c'mon," he grabbed your hand and led you in.

"do you think i could borrow some clothes?" you asked, looking down to your jeans and sweater.

"yeah, you go while i order the food." he kissed you before you went upstairs. you checked his closet for something to wear, seeing the missing shirt you'd been looking for weeks ago, and the leggins you thought you'd lost that time you and lando went camping. you changed into a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt, walking to his bathroom. you washed your hands, something blue caught your eye. your favorite scrunchie, the one lando took from your wrist on your first date.

your comfort movie was playing on the tv, you leaned your head on lando's shoulder as you ate the food you'd ordered from your favorite restaurant. the conversation you had with your mom still played in your head, lando would notice when you'd get too lost in your thoughts and immediately asked you questions about the movie, which you happily answered and even added some fun facts about it you'd learned online.

"i think we should start setting everything up," you pointed with your head to the boxes of decorations.

"i must warn you, i don't have that many things, and most ornaments are lame or inside jokes with friends," he said as you sat on the floor with the boxes around you.

"that's fine, maybe you can tell me the stories as we work," you gave him a small smile. you knew how important lando's friends were to him, and the few times you all hung out together they treated you like part of the group, but you felt a little lost when they talked about memories made through the years.

you searched the boxes pulling out a set of led lights, then some tangled traditional christmas lights.

"it seems that three out of the four boxes of ornaments you have are just lights," you said.

"yeah," he sighed, "it's really not my forte, and these are all lights i bought when i was setting up my streaming room." he pointed to the string of neon lights, kneeling beside you.

"i have an idea," you shot your head up. "where are your helmets?" you asked, looking at the nearly empty shelves where his helmets usually were.

"over there," he pointed to a box in the corner.

"do you know of any pet stores nearby?"

"are we getting a puppy?!" he asked excitedly. you placed a hand on his face, shaking your head.

"i already have enough on my plate taking care of you, don't need to throw another life in the mix," you laughed.

"i think there's a store about fifteen minutes away,"

"i'll be right back," you kissed him before standing up, but he stopped you, grabbing your hand.

"i'll go with you," he said, standing up.

"no, you wait here and get as many lights as you can," you left his house, following the directions on your phone. you bought an array of holiday hats and went back home. "i'm back!" you yelled as you walked in, seeing the shelves where lando's helmets were back in place with lights hanging from the sides and on the shelves.

"i don't know if this is what you had in mind but i think this looks good?" he asked, eyes flying from you, to his creation.

"it's perfect! look," you held up the several santa hats, fake beards, reindeer ears and snowmen hats you'd bought.

"for the helmets?" he guessed, you nodded, grinning. "genious!" he leaned in and kissed you, arms holding your waist as he lifted you up and twirled you around.

"put me down!" you squealed. he set you down, hugging you.

"thank you for helping me," he said, you had your hands on his neck, fingers playing with the small curls in the back of his neck.

"of course! thank you for making my day better,"

"it's my job," he shrugged his shoulders. "you've done this for me so many times, it was my turn," you stared at his eyes, so soft and sincere.

"you're perfect," you thought out loud, which made his smile grow wider as his cheeks reddened, a gleam in his eyes.

"thanks, i hadn't heard that in a while," he smiled.

"come here, let's finish setting this place up," you said, grabbing his hand.

you decorated the helmets, turning on the lights to get the full effect.

"it looks amazing!" lando said as he threw an arm around your shoulders, you leaned your head on his shoulder. "i still have the neon lights, we can write something with it!"

"what were you thinking of?"

"wait here," he said as he ran to the kitchen. you waited a few minutes, hearing cabinets slamming shut and lando cursing.

"everything okay in there?" you asked.

"yeah, coming! give me a minute!" he yelled.

a minute later, he came out holding the neon sign, "close your eyes!" you obeyed, hearing him shuffling around, knocking this off as he fixed the sign. "okay, open them," he said, and you heard his voice shaky.

the sign really brought everything together, glowing in a calming blue, the word 'ours' burned in your head.

"ours?" you asked.

"our first christmas, we made all this together, this piece of art, is ours," he bit his lip.

"have i told you how perfect you are?"

"only a little... not enough, though,"

"let me change that," you said, closing the gap between you and colliding your lips on his.

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 2 years ago

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I would take a bunch of houses from various different eras and put them together in an interesting way. There's no reason to pretend that there is some overarching "style" for the city as a whole, or even that I don't want it to have its own style. But this means you can combine all sorts of styles with each other: modern house plus pre-modern house, or whatever else, since they are not trying to compete with one another but rather coexist peacefully within the same space. A lot of real cities do this! It doesn't matter if your neighborhood has stunningly beautiful classical architecture mixed right next door to ugly 1960′s office buildings (or vice versa). What matters is how well everything fits together, and how much history it implies -- which means mixing architectural styles by century, period, country, etc., instead of just choosing between The Palladian Villa and The Art Deco Building on every street corner. This also lets me throw in more modern things like parking garages and whatnot without breaking any mood.

These days people are so afraid of using non-monotonous textures that it often looks like someone took a palette made up entirely of shades of white and beige and tried very hard to make sure none of those colors were ever used anywhere except where absolutely necessary. Meanwhile a few centuries ago people didn't care about monotony at all; when my grandfather was growing up he lived in a house whose exterior walls were painted dark red and whose interior wallpaper had a pattern that included a blue background, yellow flowers, orange fruit, green leaves, and brown branches. You wouldn't dream of making such a thing today, because everyone knows that a building should look exactly the same everywhere. Even if you try really hard to mix stuff together, most people will see it as jarring unless everything looks identical throughout. Which isn't actually true though . . . we know that the human brain can deal with huge amounts of visual information quite well. If done carefully enough, you could probably create a world where nobody minds that their shopping center looks nothing like the bedroom behind it, or anything else nearby.

There is, however, a catch here . . .

It seems obvious that if you build something out of multiple sources then you need to think through which elements come from each source first. Otherwise, you might end up putting e.g. a Greek temple on top of Gothic gargoyles or something like that, and while in principle I am okay with that sort of thing, only as long as it comes naturally from a coherent design scheme, I feel that most attempts to avoid it ultimately fail for being too rigid, especially compared to the flexibility shown above. For example, it is impossible to imagine that someone who decided to make their entire house out of found objects would get everything backwards and pick the wrong side of town to shop at, thus ending up with a patchwork quilt consisting solely of Target items. Nevertheless, many "mixed media" artists seem to fear that they won't be able to pull off such a feat, and therefore go out of their way to make sure that they start with something recognizably modern and add random historical details later on. However, once you give yourself permission to use one modern object per room, that makes sense. You still have the freedom to play around and incorporate a variety of designs into your overall vision; you just happen to already know which ones they are.

So yeah, I guess you could say that whenever I want to include random bits of old buildings I'll be thinking ahead to what the rest of the place needs? So maybe it turns out that the nice little balcony on the front facade does fit in after all, it helps establish the character of the building as having a certain kind of attitude toward nature/light/etc. And maybe it ends up looking cool anyway – but if it doesn't, oh well, back to square one until the rest of the design works itself out. In practice I expect I'd need a big file full of references with notes attached to it saying why I picked these particular pieces for each part of the project, including why I ended up tossing half of them.

If you could build an entire city, which architectural style would you choose?

The style I've been thinking about is "everything that exists in the game Dark Souls 1," but it would be difficult to implement, and also probably too elaborate. (I can sort of see how they did everything -- there are a lot of hidden references.)

A more concrete example might be something like this web site by Jonathan McCaffrey? It looks like this:

([not actually a link])

There's no real architectural purpose behind using these old-fashioned methods instead of modern ones – except maybe the fact that they look cooler than what you could build nowadays without them looking "cheap" (like those plastic panels from the '60s). But you know what else was popular in the early days of computing power, but is still considered cheap compared to what you can make with current technology? That's right . . . textures. This building is made entirely of glitches and artifacts, because who cares if there's nothing interesting going on underneath it when you spend most of your time staring at a big ghost face at the top?

Also, notice that they put in fake walls between rows of seats to give the impression of having individual booths. What do you think are going through their minds while they design stuff like this? Are they really trying to do architecture, or are they playing a different kind of game altogether?

#dark souls cw #computer generated image #nqqn

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n1k1tty · 3 years ago

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kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x reader #jake x reader #jake sim #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun

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angstama · 3 years ago

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cigarettes | rindou.h

pairing: rindou haitani x reader , mitsuya takashi x reader

genre: angst, fluff, romance

warnings: alcohol, smoking, cursing, suggestive, rejection!

✧. "hey, wanna smoke cigarettes together with me till the day we die?"

this is the alternate ending to mardy bum! where reader chooses executive rindou haitani instead of our dear mitsuya takashi :-)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : cigarettes and feelings - the haunt

"for the love of god rin, you're so fucking slow!"

you gently tugged your cream coloured cardigan against your skin, pulling it close to shield you from the cooling air in the open as you excitedly roamed the streets of prague.

you were currently on the Europe leg of tour for your latest art series exhibition and finally had the day off to explore the little capital city with your lover and hopefully check off some of your bucket lists if rindou could only increase his pace just a little bit more.

you watched rindou roll his eyes, tapping the excess ash on his cigarette before stuffing his other hand into his pocket. "but you love it when i go slow and steady." he muses, a smug grin etched to the corner of his lips. your eyes widened, quickly looking around to see if anyone heard the suggestive comment that your boyfriend had made before shooting him a glare, "i swear rin, if you keep saying shit like this in public, i'll literally never let you fuck me again." you deadpanned.

rindou doesn't say anything but only slowly made his way towards where you've stopped to wait for him, eyes never leaving yours once. you raised your brows when he leans in to your ear, "i'd love to see you try darling." he whispers, voice husky from the lingering warm air of nicotine in his throat which only sent you squealing on the inside.

"whatever." you huffed, walking away to which rindou hastily grabs your wrist, stopping you from getting any further away from him. "cigarettes doesn't keep hands warm you know?" he says, intertwining your hands together before pulling you with him to visit the places you had in mind.

"man, i could sure do this everyday." you stretched your arms above your head and bending your body sideways before turning to face rindou and stealing the lighted cigarette in between his lips to place in yours. you allowed your lungs to inhale the ever so addictive nicotine into your system, mind slightly clouded which made the spectacular view of the cathedral in front of you even much more beautiful than it already was.

you were in awe. you've always wanted to come here and you remembered ever wanting to visit this very cathedral with your first love, mitsuya takashi. yet here you are right now with someone else who isn't him. someone else who held your hair back when you threw up from the excessive drinking in hopes to get rid of the aching feeling in your heart. someone else who would let you paint their body like a canvas when you were bored. someone else who would go on to make you forget that you've ever loved mitusya takashi.

the two of you sat in silence, both basking in the breathtaking view of the cathedral. it was peaceful and everything was perfect. the way the colours of red and orange skies blended together as the sun begins to set, the way your beloved cigarettes tasted almost sweet this very evening and the way rindou's warm hand was intertwined in yours, you never want this moment to end.

"hey," rindou whispered softly as you pried your gaze away from the view and to your man. "wanna smoke cigarettes together with me till the day we die?"

3 y e a r s a g o

you carefully lowered the needle on your spinning vinyl, gently swaying to the tune as you started to prep yourself for your very own art exhibition that would be showcasing tonight.

it had been almost three months since you had last seen mitsuya takashi and during these three months, you had resorted to throwing yourself into paintings after paintings while rindou had stayed by your side, supporting you through every step of the way wether you’re high or not and you were absolutely grateful for that.

your heard that mitsuya takashi had gone on to continue excelling in the fashion industry and you were genuinely happy for him. though a part of you still wished that you were the one who helped him make it through.

“how do i look today tiger?” you gently rubbed your cat’s tummy, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips. you hear him meow a response as you unclipped the claw clip that held your hair together, letting your hair down on your shoulders.

your doorbell suddenly rang, catching you off guard. you weren’t expecting any visitors today you were sure of it. “rindou? is that you?” you called out, opening the doors only to be met with a pair of familiar lavender orbs staring back at you.

it was mitsuya takashi.

your breath hitched upon seeing the familiar face that you missed oh so very much. “ta-takashi? why are you here?” you stammered nervously when mitsuya leaned in closely towards you, causing you to stumble back slightly. “yours. i’ll always be yours if you want me to be.” mitsuya breathed. crashing his lips onto yours before you could say anything.

rindou.

your eyes widened when rindou's face flashes at the back of your head which caused you to roughly pushed mitsuya away. "wh-what?" you stumbled back. oh how you've waited so long for the day that mitsuya would declare himself to be yours. you've dreamt of the day that mitsuya would finally kiss you with those pretty soft lips that often utter words of affirmation to you so why did you think of another man when he kisses you?

"you've got to be kidding me right?" your lips trembled, staring wide eyed at mitsuya who reached out to your arms. "i'm not y/n. i love you y/n. i've always did and i'm sorry it took this long for me to say it to you." he looked at you with pleading eyes.

this isn't right. it can't be.

"you're fucking kidding me takashi?" you laughed hysterically when you felt your legs give up, the cold tiles hitting your bare legs. "you can't do this takashi. you can't!" you ran your fingers through your hair frustratedly.

why does he always have the right to hurt you like this?

"you can't just disappear for months and then come knocking on my door saying that you love me! that's so fucking unfair!" mitsuya lowered his gaze, he knew he had messed up and was now paying for all the times he had broken your heart.

you loved mitsuya takashi you were sure of it, but you remembered that mitsuya takashi only loved you when you were sober while rindou haitani had willingly accompanied you through your highs and lows without you even begging for it. and so, you had unconsciously decided that you wanted rindou to stay in your life.

perhaps maybe it was your fight or flight instincts. no, scratch that, you have to look for rindou. you wanted to tell him that mitsuya takashi isn't that great of a kisser than you had imagined.

"i- i have to go." you stammered, anxiously getting up and dashing out of your apartment and leaving mitsuya behind. you have to see rindou.

and so, after running out of your own place with half your make up done and getting on a cab, you finally arrived at the haitani's penthouse. you knew this place at the back of your head, often spending your weekends spinning and dancing with rindou.

you impatiently knocked on the door when the electronic door finally unlocked, revealing the man you've been dying to see for almost half an hour who's now looking at you, mouth slightly gaped.

"darling? thought i said i'll pick you up at your place?"

you wiped the sweat of your forehead with your knuckles, letting out a small exhale before taking rindou's hand in yours and grabbing his neck to pull him towards you which allowed you to finally crash your lips into his.

it wasn't your first time kissing rindou. but kissing him now felt right and it completely knocked the air out of your lungs when you could taste the lingering taste of strawberries and cigarettes on his lips and you loved it. "what's going on darling?" rindou asks when you pull away to look at him with the biggest grin on your face. "i realised i only wanna smoke cigarettes with you." you breathed.

it was a weird analogy. but rindou knows. rindou knew that it was your way of saying the words of "i love you". smoking was more than just an addiction to you, it was your only constant since you were sixteen and you'd never give that up despite the health consequences for you were perfectly okay with dying earlier.

rindou only pulls you into his chest, a hand resting on your head when you hear him mumble, voice muffled. "i'd gladly smoke with you everyday."

you felt the bustling street of prague slowly fade away in the background, leaving just the two of you and the enormous cathedral standing tall in front of you.

"w-what?" you stared at him, eyes wide and searching for any hint of joke or literally whatever that prompts an attempt to prank you in his eyes only to finally realise that he wasn't joking when he remained unfazed. "now?" you gasped.

rindou nods, "yeah. why not?" he squeezes your hand, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "unless you don't want to marry me?" he joked, raising a brow.

your brain finally fully processed what he had just said. rindou haitani wants to marry you. he wants to be yours till your last breath.

you shook your head frantically, "fuck rin- no! of course i want to marry you!"

"okay, then let's get married now." rindou stood up, dragging you along with him towards the cathedral that you love so very much where the two of you exchanged your vows that very day.

taglist: @theresapancakes <3

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twst-discourse-bot · 2 years ago

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Well i found this article by kotaku

https : // kotaku . com / disney - twisted-wonderland-frollo-hunchback-ios-android-1849694445

Thanks very much Anon!

I took a look at the article and others are free to do so as well, I have to say I didn't run into any tweets like the ones shown there when scrolling through Twitter myself, even though I was actually trying to find them. They were probably already drowned out by fans who were overly excited for the event.

I have to say, I agree that people are allowed to be uncomfortable. I myself am not super crazy about the idea of a Frollo character, as I said before. But, there are a couple of points I want to bring up.

I don't think his inclusion is very different from the inclusion of Scarabia, as in people should not be reacting much more strongly to him than the dorm. I think that the controversy and people's reaction to the use of Aladdin to center a dorm around was quite valid, and I hope that my previous words on this blog can back that up. The movie itself was controversial for its portrayal of middle eastern people, still enforcing eurocentric beauty and behavioral standards as the norm or what is good, and everything that came after it as a result of misinformation from the movie.

Using Frollo is in the same vein, it's just very controversial and could have been done without, but it's done so now we have to talk about it. I doubt anyone is going to look at the statue of Frollo and wonder who he is, and even if they've never seen the movie they know the premise of the game, so by using logic they can gather he's probably another villain. A particularly bad one, but yeah. They can do their own research if they really don't know.

The point I'm trying (and I feel I'm kinda failing to get across) if that people absolutely have a right to be uncomfortable about the use of a truly heinous villain in the game.

I myself have experiences that directly resulted from the very present racism against Romani people.

But the game is not condoning his actions, nor saying the actual Frollo ever was a good person. Until we get answers as to why the game world's history is so different from the Disney movies, there's no clear explanation as to what caused the characters to be viewed so differently and we can only theorize.

The way I look at it right now, his inclusion in the game at all is iffy, no doubt about it. But, the TWST character, Rollo, is essentially a caricature of a caricature of a fictional villainous character. In-universe, think of it like this: if he does not turn out to be a racist prick like the Claude Frollo from the movie and he is simply meant to have a design that takes inspiration from him, that would mean that he is just like all the other characters who are somehow tied to the other Disney villains. If he looks up to the TWST version of Frollo, that admiration is highly misguided and based on a history that has been super sanitized and, at a glance and without knowing the "truth" (based on the films and flashbacks), is actually not that bad of a moral compass.

Even the quote that the rat clown (incorrectly) used that were apparently pulled from the game itself, all they say is that Frollo was very fair and a great man, that he saved his city from being taken over by villains. If that's all the people of Twisted Wonderland know, obviously they're going to think he's a cool guy. How much of the history that we know today has this same issue? We'll likely never know unless we dedicate ourselves to digging for the truth and even then, so much is lost to time that we may never discover.

Also, I saw it mentioned that Frollo was supposedly based on a real person, but a quick internet search only tells me that he was an entirely fictional creation of Victor Hugo, the original author of the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Now, that's to say that he likely was created to embody the very real racist sentiments expressed by people like him in history and Disney did not fail to make that very clear in their adaptation of the book.

Aside from the meta talk, if he does turn out to be a super racist, he's very much going to be the antagonist of the event, meaning the player and the other characters are going to be...fighting racism, essentially. Which I hope is a plot people can get behind. If not, then again, he's just like all the other characters and was a victim of falsified history. The discussion of whether a person can truly be blamed for their beliefs and actions under an oppressive regime or resulting from fake facts is a whole discussion that I believe is worth having, but this post is already way too long as is so I'm cutting it here.

Thanks again for the link, Anon :)

#answered asks

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f4gdilf · 4 years ago

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𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗞𝗨 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝘅 𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝗔/𝗡; 𝗜 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝗹. 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗗𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 @sinfulcries 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦; 𝟭,𝟱𝟮𝟴

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦; 𝗗𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗝𝗢𝗕𝗦, 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬, 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗫, 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦, 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗬 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗞𝗨 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗞.

You could barely remember when this exchange first started.

One second, you were chatting with the Number One pro hero, Deku, Taking him on a small lunch date and before you knew it, you two were involved in an even more sexual relationship.

To be honest, You didn’t know you Two were sinning as much as you were. Deku never told you about his girlfriend, A fellow pro hero named Uravity.

You know...Uraraka Ochako, Current Number 5 in rescue heroes.

Your eyes narrowed towards Izuku as his built frame entered your apartment, Looking pathetically chaotic. It's likely because his patrol ended an hour ago and he probably hurried here. He knew you saw the news about him and Uraraka dating since high school.

Your large hand gripped lightly at your favorite mug filled with warm black coffee “so..” you took a loud sip, warmth filling your entire body “..why are you here? Don't you feel bad about cheating on your girlfriend?” you mocked, steamy mug still rested on your lips “or did you perhaps come to say farewell?”

“S-sir..” you rolled your eyes. he only calls you that in bed, no wonder he came without saying anything. The Little Bitch wants some goodbye sex.

Midoriya bit his lip in nervousness, impatience filled him. He took a step forward, Feet encased in the Shaggy carpet below him. You eyed him curiously, watching as he removed any leftover space between your bodies.

You held out a hand, stopping him momentarily before he got too close. Izuku grimaced as his cheeks lit up in disgrace. This was embarrassing enough to crawl to you like some slut. You should be crawling towards him, begging to fuck him instead.

For some reason, he kind of liked the humiliation, his small cock twitching in need and anticipation. His abdomen felt like there was a fire igniting inside of it. And a small sheepish smile worked itself on his delicate face as his rough hands gripped the one that was holding him off.

Curiosity and arouse was the only thing you could feel right now. His hands placed yours and moved it towards his crotch. “I came here for you, sir” his calm voice called out as your guided hand finally arrived at its destination.

His grip softened onto your lone hand. His small cock was rock hard, you could feel it pressing against you from behind the thick fabric that trapped it. You undid his sturdy belt and let his pants fall towards his bruised knees. Oh would you look at this, the slut didn't bother to wear underwear today.

It surprised you that Uraraka stayed with him for this long, his small cock looked like it could barely get anyone off. It hardly reached under his belly button. The cock itself looked very pretty though. The head isn’t bulbous or red, but it’s rather a nice shade of pink. He takes consideration of himself down there. He trims, cleans, and even gets waxes to make sure everything looks hairless and smooth.

Your hand clutched tighter onto his pathetic cock making him whine and shudder. “You like that? Little slut..” you insulted, Itching to bend him over and take him from behind right then and there.

Your fingers grazed upon him, stroking and pulling across his length. Izuku’s whines began to grow louder as your torment continued. “P-please sir I'm gonna c-cum” he stuttered, trembling and rough hands grabbing onto anything he could reach.

“Cumming already? We just started~” Your smooth and silky voice teased, “Aren’t you ashamed for Fucking an innocent civilian while your girlfriend is probably risking her life on the streets?” your stroking pace ceased for a moment, eyes pointing towards his Pretty face now.

He flushed heavily, head turned to the side in hopes you wouldn't see how flustered he was. Izuku mumbled something that your ears could barely pick up “hmm not that I care anyway, you're only an onahole to use.” you glared.

You moved from his cock and clenched his small hips, the Wide bones felt like they were poking from the thick skin coating it. Other than that, His milky skin felt soft and smooth, he puts on lotion and other body products before bed so it would make sense.

You stood hastily, Izuku didn't have time to comprehend the sharp movement before you snatched his left arm and speedily walked towards the bathroom. Like hell you'd let this slut’s cum get onto your expensive mattress.

Midoriya unwillingly trembled at your manhandling, although you were just a plain civilian, and Midoriya could easily push you off, he didn’t.

Because he was a cum slut and would spread his legs for anyone.

You caught sight of the Shower knob and twisted it tightly so the showerhead above would start. And so it did. Warm water in multiple heavy spurts rained onto you both.

Clothes Started clinging on bodies, water started wetting hair, and Bodies started warming up.

Izuku stumbled for a bit, drunk off of a deterred orgasm. before shakily pulling his wet clothing off of him until he was fully nude. It wasn't anything you haven't seen before.

“Are you fucking with me? One time wasn't enough for you?” You scoffed after seeing the numerous Hickeys lacing his fair-skinned neck. It seemed like this slut and Ochako has been Fucking recently. Unless he'd been cheating with someone entirely different.

“Your girlfriend couldn't satisfy your needs, slut?" You grumbled, "or perhaps do you just yearn for the highs of cheating?"

Izuku could get off a million times with that explicit mouth of yours. It filled him with Joy watching you get jealous.

He craved more.

No, needed more.

You had everything Uraraka didn't, it's like he was meant to end up with you instead. Uraraka couldn't satisfy his desires, she was always too soft during sex and only treated him like glass.

He needed a big fat cock to worship and fuck every day, she obviously didn't have that so that's where you came to play.

You made him work for your pleasure and not the other way around. He was made just for you.

“Bend over and show me my prize” you dictated, too impatient for foreplay and just wanting to punish this disgusting whore. A couple of tense seconds passed. “Did you not fucking hear me? I said bend. Over.” You watched as Izuku gave a feeble nod before twisting and presenting his ass for you.

Your smooth hands moved lightly on his milky pale cheeks, they felt like clouds in the palm of your hands. His ass was definitely the reason you continued hooking up with him. It was like touching two soft marshmallows. Soon enough Izuku inhaled sharply as your hand came down harsh on his ass. The pain was duplicated with the high pressured water pelting over him.

Of course, you didn't care if he was in pain. The jiggle from his cheeks looks amazing and almost delectable.

You followed up with three more harsh whacks across his arse, reaching further than a dozen or so blindingly rapid blows, and Midoriya nibbled on his lips, trying his hardest not to jerk away from the successive blows. He didn't want to disappoint you, though Just the thought of you getting mad enough to fuck him for hours made his tiny cock twitch in need.

"P-please...sir.." Midoriya wailed. The teasing was starting to get too much for him. Izuku’s legs quiver by the time you ceased landing blows onto his arse which was pretty pink at the second. You could easily deduce the marks of your hands.

Midoriya cried submissively as the pain was frigid, fierce, and much more severe, far more harsher than the other times you've basically made his arse a bongo drum. considering you didn't have an intense job, What kind of innocent civilian is this strong?

You yanked Izuku’s hips, and whirled him so his ass hit the tiled wall, he let out a relieved cry. the icy tiles comforted his stinging ass.

You pinned Izuku closely against the tile wall, your hips dwelling against his. Your thick cock grazing upon his dainty flesh. You briefly glimpsed low at Izuku, shaking your head when you spot his erection.

"Hm, you dirty slut. Getting off on me degrading you" you smirked, gouging your nail into the slit seeping with a drastic amount of precum.

The sharp pain made Midoriya shudder, clenching around your wrist.

"Mm, sir..." Midoriya whimpered, "...please, please...fuck me, I'll do anything.." your narrowed eyes widened in surprise, honestly considering the offer “Anything, you say?” your voice traveled through the steaming shower as you leaned in closer to his right ear.

“Even break up with your girlfriend?” You whispered, tongue peeking out and glazing on his outer ear, across the helix and trailing downward before lightly biting down.

Izuku moaned quietly “O-of course sir, I'll do anything” that certainly wasn't a lie- the man would do absolutely anything for another taste of that thick muscle between your legs. Even separate from the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. And you know why? Because he's your desperate slut.

#✍︎︎𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗿 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 #⚠︎︎𝗗𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 #⚠︎︎𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 #⚠︎︎𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆 #⚠︎︎𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 #dark content #dark blog #male reader #top male reader

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ikissjesse · 3 years ago

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venti x gn!reader

characters: venti, kaeya, rosaria, might be more later

pairing: venti x reader

wc: 635

warnings: alcohol, jealousy, swearing

wrote this for my friend @sweetys !! Its gonna be quite short and im not sure if im gonna continue it 🧍

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A CHARACTER X READER SO SORRY IN ADVANCE IF IT SUCKS </3 also i havent touched genshin in months so if stuff doesn't actually make sense/match the game im sorry

venti has never been lucky when it comes to love. and this is only further proven when he finds himself head-over-heels for someone he barely knows.

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"ugh, y/nnnn, I wanna go to the tavern..." a short man groans as his acquaintance leads him through a crowd of people at the market. "I get it, you're an alcoholic. now shut up." they sigh, turning to face the blue-haired lad known as venti.

"oh come on, I'm not that bad." he scoffs. the person infront of him simply shakes their head. "that has got to be the biggest fucking lie I've ever heard." they say. venti crosses his arms, "can we please just go." he mumbles.

just as y/n is about to give in, something 一 or more accurately, someone一 catches their eye. they turn to their left to be met with none other than kaeya. "hello, y/n. what brings you here?" he asks them, his tone smooth, lips curled into a small smirk.

"I was just walking around with venti. what about you? I rarely ever see you in town unless it's important or if you're heading to the tavern." they answer quickly, adding their own question. the two talk for what seems like hours, and venti soon grows impatient. he coughs in an attempt to grab y/n's attention, which proves pointless as they're still focused on kaeya. venti can't help but feel a sting of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. he wants to be the one they focus on. the one they talk to. the one they drop everything for.

he wants to be the one y/n wants.

and everyday the little glimmer of hope in his eyes fades as he watches them, laughing and smiling with everyone. everyone but him.

.."venti? helloooo? earth to alcoholic??" y/n snaps their fingers infront of venti, startling him. "oh, it's just you. what's up?" he questions, clearly he has already forgotten about the events that took place today. "what the hell do you mean whats up? It's getting late, kaeya just left so I thought maybe you'd wanna go to the tavern?"

venti thinks for a moment, remembering how he felt while kaeya and y/n were talking. that sharp sting of jealousy he felt earlier finds it's way back to him once more, and he looks away from the person.

they tap their foot impatiently, waiting for ventis answer. he inhales and exhales deeply, avoiding eye contact with y/n, "I don't feel like going anymore, sorry." he murmurs, leaving before y/n can ask further questions. they stare at their blue-haired friend in confusion as he walks away, shrugging before heading to the tavern.

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"..and then he just got up and left!" y/n huffs as they take another swig of their drink. rosaria chuckles and snatches the bottle out of y/ns hands, "I think you've had enough of this, pal." she smiles at y/n, earning an eye roll and a grin from them. the grin doesn't last long though, as mere seconds later their face drops again. "do you think I did something to..upset him maybe?" they frown.

"c'mon, I'm sure he's just being a dumbass, as usual. there's absolutely nothing on earth you could possibly do to upset someone." rosaria assures, pushing the bottle back towards them. y/n takes one last big gulp of their drink and looks at rosaria. "I'm sorry, I've gotta go. same time tomorrow?" they ask, a faint smile on their face. rosaria grins. "sure."

y/n pays for their drink and heads out the door, the cold air hitting their face like a brick wall. they walk for a while before finally getting home. heading inside, they flop onto their bed 一not bothering to change clothes 一 and the very last thing they think of before falling asleep is venti.

#venti x reader #genshin venti #genshin impact venti

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y0itsbri · 3 years ago

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gallavich week 2021 - day 7 - meet ugly

thank you to @ianandmickeygallavich for the inspo // @gallavichthings

Prompt: Ian and Mickey are neighbors in an apartment complex. They haven’t ever interacted, but one day they get stuck the elevator. One of them doesn’t like confined spaces but doesn’t share this so the other one assumes he is freaking out for no reason.

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"I'm going out tonight, dickbreath!" Mandy announced, popping her head out of the bathroom. She was wearing a short sequined dress, fitted tightly to her body and only halfway zipped up so it slipped part way down her shoulders.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't!" Mickey called from his recliner in the living room with an Old Style in hand. Work has been absolutely kicking his ass this week and he wanted nothing more than a chill night in.

"Oh, c'mon, now that's no fun. You don't do anything," she accused.

"That's not true!" Mickey grumbled, remote in hand and flicking past some news channels onto some good shit -- finally. Rerun of Jurassic Park.

"What're your plans for the evening then, hot shot?" Mandy teased as she applied yet another layer of mascara on her already blackened eyelashes, "Dinosaur movies all night?"

"Might go to the corner store for some smokes."

"Please get something to eat while you're at it. We have like nothing in here." She waltzed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door and grimaced. He could admit that a grocery run was, in fact, long overdue.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Serious, Mick." Mandy gave him the look. The Look being the same Look that his mother used to give him when he was being a little shit.

Fine. "Got it. I'll eat something." She smiled at that.

"Thank youuu," Mandy dragged the word out as she leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"Gross."

"Ditto. Zip me up?"

Mandy had headed out awhile ago -- long enough ago that Mickey was now halfway through his second 'dinosaur movie.' He should really visit his dinosaur guy again soon, he's probably got some cool new shit. Mickey sighed and got up, idling over to the kitchen.

He downed a full glass of water and opened the fridge. Yeah, unless he wanted to eat a pickle with ketchup and beer, he needed to go out. He debated ordering in, but he needed to go to the corner store anyways. Two birds one stone kind of situation.

Mickey threw on his favorite pair of sweatpants and his Davie Bowie tee shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was a good shirt. Mickey thought Bowie was hot -- fuckin' alien-looking, but hot, nonetheless.

Mickey shoved his wallet and phone in his pockets and locked up his apartment. Maybe Ernie would have the good roast beef sandwiches today.

His thoughts about dinner plans subsided as he noticed the guy waiting for the elevator.

Mickey had seen the ginger around. He was hard to miss -- fuckin' tall, always going out for runs early in the morning in short shorts and coming back all sweaty, always had a million fucking people coming and going from his apartment. They lived on opposite ends of the hall, but Mickey had never actually spoken to him before.

Mandy had given her brother lots of shit for acting so goddamn unapproachable and that's why he has no friends. Mickey didn't want to be friends with everyone, but he wouldn't mind spending some time with the hot red-head down the hall... eventually.

But he was waiting for the elevator with him right now. He couldn't bring himself to make eye contact in fear that it would lead to small talk which would then lead Mickey to inevitably embarrass himself. He couldn't blow his shot. Mandy did the small talk, not him. He took out his phone and scrolled through Instagram even though none of the photos were loading.

He hardly looked up when the elevator arrived and he stepped into it, leaving plenty of space between the two of them. Maybe it was an unreasonable amount of space, but it still wasn't enough for Mickey. He could still smell the guy's cologne. And it was infuriatingly attractive.

"Ground floor?" The man's voice practically sent heat down Mickey's spine. This was going to be a long ride.

"Uh, yeah." Nice, Mick. Not embarrassing at all.

"Great." It hung in the air, a tinge of awkwardness to it.

Out of the corner of his eye Mickey could see the the man leaning against the elevator wall, crossing his ankles as he not-so-subtly stared Mickey's direction.

Mickey was running out of things to check on the his phone and he was about to give in and finally make eye contact when he felt a shift. Then an ungodly clanging of metal. And a stop.

Fuck.

He glanced up at the dial. Sure enough they were stopped between floors, and not at all near the ground.

"The fuck?"

"What?" The red-head locked confused eyes with Mickey's.

"We're stopped. Why the fuck are we stopped?"

"Hm," The guy poked around at the open doors button and nothing happened. "I don't know."

All hopes of positive small talk was out the window as Mickey went into full panic mode. He did not like small, confined spaces -- which happened to be exactly what his current predicament entailed.

"You open the doors!" Mickey practically shrieked.

"Why me!?" The attractive guy spit back.

"You work out and shit -- do I look like I could pry those fuckers apart?"

"Well..." The red-head took a moment to size up Mickey's smaller form. "Yes, you do actually- but these doors are heavy as fuck. We don't have like super strength."

"Fuck you."

"Uh, fuck me!?"

"Yeah, fuck you. Not even tryin' and now we're both going to fuckin' die in here. Any last words, Red?"

He rolled his eyes. "We're not going to die. Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?"

"Don't you think you're being a little too calm considering we're stuck?"

"Oh. You're freaking out."

"No shit I'm freaking out, Sherlock." Mickey ran his hands down his face. This was not fucking happening to him right now.

"Hey, take deep breaths."

"Can't. Gonna die." Mickey gasped.

"Well, if you can't breathe, you're definitely going to pass out."

Mickey shot him panicked eyes.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Just look at me."

Mickey could do that.

"Copy me. In-" He inhaled, chest expanding.

"Out-" Mickey felt his breath on his face. In any circumstance, a stranger breathing on him would warrant a punch in the gut, but now it was more grounding than anything else. They repeated that motion a few times.

"Good. See, you can breath."

"What are you? A fuckin' doctor?" Mickey huffed a laugh in disbelief.

"Been to enough," he chuckled.

"Huh?"

"Never mind. But, uh- look, see, I'll hit the emergency button and someone will come get us soon. It'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive. Got stuck in one of these with my sister when I was little, kinda scary at first but we were out in practically no time. She sang to me to pass the time, but I take it you don't want me to sing to you?"

That earned a full-bellied laugh from Mickey, "Not yet."

The man grinned goofily like a golden retriever.

They were silent for a moment.

"So, uh, what's your name?" The red-head asked, gazing curiously at Mickey.

Mickey just stared back at him.

"Your name?" He repeated gently.

"Mickey."

"Mickey," He said it so soft like a prayer. "I like it. I'm Ian."

He had no idea what he expected, but it wasn't Ian. Ian was fitting, though. Ian was good.

Ian had hit the emergency button a few times for good measure while Mickey had tried to call Mandy to no success. They settled onto the floor, leaning against opposite walls, feet nearly colliding in the center. Neither made a move to completely avoid that.

After Mickey had calmed down a bit, they fell into bouts of comfortable conversation and comfortable silence.

"I thought you just hated me." Ian mumbled after a bit.

"What I hate is being trapped here." Mickey stared at the walls threatening to enclose around them. He closed his eyes so he didn't start to panic again.

"Even before this."

"Oh?" That was news to Mickey. That was never his intent.

"Yeah, I always see you around, but you never seem to see me." Ian looked to the ground when he said it.

"I've seen ya plenty. You're the dork with the short ass shorts."

Ian smirked, "I guess I am."

"Hard to miss, man."

"You too. I've wanted to say hi for like months, but you always looked like you were ready to snap me in half or something. I kinda like my limbs in tact."

Mickey swiped his thumb against his nose and sniffed, embarrassed, "Sister says I scare everyone away. Used to be a good thing."

"Sister... wait, wait, wait, hold up. You're Mandy's brother, aren't you?"

"You know Mandy? Oh god, you're not banging her, are you?" That would throw a wrench in his plans.

"Oh god, no!" Ian threw his hands up in a mock surrender like that was the most repulsive thing he's ever heard.

"Something wrong with my sister?" Mickey grew defensive. She may be a lot to handle at times, but she was still his sister.

"No, no, she's great! 'm just not into... well, uh- I'm- let's just say that if you had a brother, maybe I'd be banging him." He grimaced.

Watching Ian stumble over his words after being so confident about everything else was a bit amusing.

"Oh -- cool." Mickey wasn't used to such obvious disclosures about sexuality with strangers.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Mickey avoided all eye contact.

"So?"

Ian paused until Mickey was able to look at him again.

"So, what?"

"Do you have any brothers?" A playful flicker in Ian's eyes made it obvious that he was just being a little shit now.

"You're an idiot."

"Maybe so, but that doesn't answer my question still."

"Yeah, I have brothers, but they'd uh- let's just say definitely not be into that."

"And you're... not not into that?"

Mickey rolled his eyes. His lack of denial was basically a confession and they both knew it.

Ian smirked and knocked the toes of their shoes together.

Help announced itself to be coming soon over the tiny intercom embedded in the elevator. Sometime shortly after that, Ian had made his way over to the wall next to Mickey's, rather than across.

"Where were you going tonight?" Ian asked, turning to fully face Mickey.

"Nowhere." Nowhere interesting at least.

"Really? So you just take an elevator down to nowhere?"

"Alright, smart ass, I needed to get dinner. Gonna be a late dinner now that's for sure, fuckin' starving."

"Shit."

"What about you? Got a hot date or something?" Mickey eyed him up and down. Ian's outfit wasn't fancy by any means, but he still looked damn good in it.

"Oh, I wish," he winked, "Just going on a walk to clear my head. But this is working just as well."

"Good for you, man. My head is fuller than ever."

"What're you thinking about?" Ian's heavy breath practically bounced off his face. His gaze flickered to Ian's pouting lips. This was ridiculous.

Kissing you. Kissing you. Kissing you. "Nothing."

"Riiiight." Ian's eyes mimicked the same trail that Mickey's had just followed.

"Yup."

Ian scooted closer to Mickey and he swore his heart was beating so loud that even Ian could hear it. If he could, he made no indication. Instead, he eyed Mickey's hand resting on the floor. Gently, careful not to spook him, he caressed Mickey's fingers, nearing his tattooed knuckles.

Mickey fought the urge to yank his hand away. No one ever touched him so delicately, so sweetly. He figured that Ian would have guessed that, seeing his crude tattoos, but he wasn't acting like this was strange. So Mickey let him.

"Fuckin' hate them." Mickey murmured, watching Ian's fingertips tracing over the back of his hand.

Ian frowned.

"The tattoos."

"They're you. I'm sure they have a story."

"Wish I could forget it."

"If it makes you feel any better, I have a pair of tits on my shoulder."

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?!" Mickey pictured literal tits growing out of the man's back.

"Here, look," Ian turned, pulling his shirt up, revealing an insanely toned and insanely freckled back. Surely he was not about to be flashed in an elevator. But sure enough, tattooed on his shoulder was a pair of double-D's.

"Shit! Dude, what the fuck is up with that?" Mickey laughed.

Yeah, this made him feel better. At least he didn't have fucking titties tattooed on his knuckles, though he was sure someone in his family must have something like that. They're fucking idiots like that. Like Ian, apparently. But Ian was good.

"It was supposed to be my mom." Ian winced, pulling his shirt back down to cover it again.

"Mom must've been a banger." Mickey joked, still hardly containing his laughter.

"Ugh," Ian groaned dramatically. "Never gonna live that one down."

He threw his hands back on the ground, near Mickey's but not touching this time.

Experimentally and slowly, so slowly, Mickey hooked his fingers with Ian's and rubbed his thumb against Ian's hand. It was calloused, but so soft. It was a movement so gentle he hardly recognized himself, completely contradictory to the message literally written across his hands.

He was practically holding hands with a man in an elevator. Oh, if dear dad could see him now.

Moving out of his hell house with Mandy had been a good step, but it had taken Mickey years to unlearn his self-hate, allow himself to be. He still wasn't perfect, and he still felt years behind. But with Ian, it felt normal. It felt right and warm.

Right then, he felt the elevator shift again. He tightened his grip on Ian's hand. Ian returned the hold. If he was going to die, at least he wasn't going to die alone.

Mickey realized that they weren't falling down, but rather moving upwards.

They released their hands and leapt up to their feet as the door dinged open, revealing a small staff of maintenance personnel, not looking at all concerned that two men had just been trapped inside for an unspecified amount of time.

"Fuckin' finally!" Mickey ran out. He resisted the urge to drop to the floor and kiss the ground. He was dramatic, but he wasn't that dramatic.

Ian thanked the maintenance people then hurried along beside Mickey. They weren't on their floor, but they sure as hell weren't about to take the elevator again after all that.

"Hey, Mickey, wanna come back to my place? I think I still have some leftover lasagna if you're still hungry."

Mickey checked the time. Yeah, Ernie's place was definitely closed by now. Plus he really did just want to go back to Ian's. He glanced up to see Ian in almost full puppy-dog eyes. The dork was needlessly persuasive, he'd give him that.

"Yeah, sure. I could eat." He grinned like an idiot.

Ian nodded his head towards the stairwell, holding the door open for Mickey, who obediently followed up the steps.

Ian's apartment wasn't too different than Mickey and Mandy's, mirrored and maybe smaller, but it looked oddly inviting and definitely way more lived in -- almost too much décor and family photos hung up around the space.

"Uh, make yourself comfortable," Ian called as he rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing a couple plates to reheat some food for Mickey and himself.

Mickey was no stranger to feigning confidence in unfamiliar locations, but this felt different, more genuine. He actually respected Ian, the man having been kind and patient with him in a less than ideal situation.

He sat himself on the barstool at Ian's countertop and watched him. The gorgeous man who he had been eyeing in secret for months, who had helped him through a small panic attack, who had held his hand and traced his tattoos like they were art. Like Mickey was art.

"So, Bowie, huh?" Ian leaned against the counter, waiting out the timer on the microwave.

"What?"

"Your shirt," he pointed, and Mickey looked down.

"Oh, yeah. He's cool as fuck. Dope music."

"Got great hair, too."

"You would think so."

"Self-love, baby."

"Good for you." But there was no edge in his voice.

Ian smiled. The microwave beeped and they settled in, eating together with nothing but the awkward clanging of silverware and chewing. Mickey was too fucking starving and too fucking tired to care about formalities to give a shit at this point.

"Bet you didn't think you'd spend your night eating lasagna with a David Bowie look-alike, huh?" Ian teased over a mouthful of pasta.

"You wish, man."

"Hey, it's at least a little true."

"Yeah, you're both fuckin' aliens."

"Maybe so, but at least we're hot."

They both smiled around their forks, glancing over at each other a little too frequently with nothing but fondness.

Ian collected their plates when they were done, taking them over to the sink to wash them later. Mickey got up and followed him into the center of the kitchen, still sipping on his beer before setting it on the counter to his right.

In a move that shocked Ian, and even himself, Mickey moved into Ian's space and pressed his chest against Ian's back. He wrapped his arms around Ian's waist, feeling up the plains and softness of his stomach, feeling his breath hitch and his heart beat faster. Mickey's warm breath bounced off of Ian's neck and back onto his own face.

Ian sighed and placed his hands over Mickey's again. He leaned his head back onto Mickey's shoulder for a moment before wiggling free from Mickey's grip enough to turn around and face him, carding one of his hands through Mickey's dark hair.

"Mickey." He said it so soft. With so much admiration. Mickey couldn't take it anymore. He leaned up and pulled Ian's head down so they were the same height.

"Fuck, c'mere," he murmured, lips practically touching Ian's with the words.

Ian pressed their lips together. For all his gentle touches throughout the night, his kiss was anything but. Like he needed him to breathe.

Ian pushed him backwards towards the living room, stumbling over each others' feet in the process. Mickey greedily pulled down on Ian's neck, desperate not to let him go. Ian smiled into it and dropped backwards onto the couch cushions, pulling Mickey on top of him, making out like dumb teenagers.

Eventually, they settled and Mickey rested his head on Ian's chest while Ian rubbed his back and head comfortingly. Truthfully, he was beginning to panic a bit. He hadn't liked anyone in awhile, and Ian was very hard to not like.

"Are you good?"

Fuckin' mind reader.

"I don't know." Smooth, Mick.

"You don't know what?" Ian probed gently.

Mickey sighed, "How to do this," he answered honestly. There was no point in lying to Ian.

Ian kissed Mickey's forehead, "We can do this any way you want, alright? No rush, no pressure."

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely," Ian scratched Mickey's head for a moment, "I've been waiting for you for awhile, Mick, I'll wait for however long you want."

Mickey leaned into his touch and then kissed his shoulder, "I want you, this."

"Me too." They smiled into each other. Safe together.

Neither made a move to push things further for the night. Ian had flicked on the tv to the same channel Mickey had on earlier, the Jurassic Park marathon still playing. After whatever movie was on now, Mickey decided he should head home. He was utterly exhausted after the day, and as much as he liked Ian, he didn't want to pass out in the guy's apartment -- though he was sure Ian wouldn't mind at this point, kind bastard.

After Ian had pulled Mickey into one last embrace, Mickey wretched open Ian's door, only to come face to face with his sister, makeup smudged and heels in hand after her night out.

She gasped way louder than fucking necessary, "You slut!"

"Shut the fuck up," he grumbled pushing past her to head back to his own apartment.

"See ya later, Mick!" Ian called down the hall. Mickey didn't respond, but Ian took no offense. To be fair, he had just been caught red-handed by his very dramatic bitch of a sister.

Mandy grinned and looked between Mickey's retreating form and Ian's blushing face. "Oh my god, Ian! I knew it!"

"Hi, Mands." He ducked his head, scratching the back of his neck.

She gave a cheeky, knowing wave goodbye and took off barefoot after Mickey, "You fucker! I want all the details!"

"You ain't gettin' 'em, bitch!" He stormed inside, but left the door open for her behind him.

Mandy threw her shoes on the floor and met up with him in the kitchen, punching his arm lazily so he spilled his newly-opened beer down his hand. "The fuck?!"

"I'm so proud of you!" She made grabby hands at Mickey in attempts to smush his cheeks, but he weaseled out of there quick enough to avoid her gross hands. She may be fuckin' drunk, but she was still quick.

"Yeah, will well ya stop screaming it from the rooftops. Ian's gonna think I'm a fuckin' loser."

"Awww," She chased after him as he headed down the hall, "You are a loser, but that's besides the point! I've been waiting for this for weeks!"

"Night!" Mickey shut his bedroom door in Mandy's face. She'd get over it in a minute. Hell she was probably well on her way to passing out already. Maybe she'd get some details out of him tomorrow.

But tonight -- he reveled in the fact that he spent the night making out with his very kind, very dorky, very hot red-headed neighbor.

And when Mandy eventually moved out from their apartment and in with her girlfriend, Mickey had absolutely no problem finding a new red-headed roommate.

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