#a godsend ty for sharing

[oldhalloweentape]

🧨 Vinny Santorini (Atlantis) x (gn) reader🌹

(Marriage Edition!)

(Gifs not mine!)

(Request here! Feels nice writing for Vinny again, especially with such a cute request as this, @kinopio-reads thank you for requesting!!!)

- In a possible wedding scenario with Vinny the chance of it being a big affair to include both family and friends is very high unless you’re against it of course.

- Vinny is more than content with whatever you guys agree on if the product ends with you as a married couple.

- But if you’re into the idea of it being a big celebration I think his family, especially his mother, takes great delight in helping you guys plan and set it up.

- I mean, her eldest child is FINALLY marrying someone and that someone has a deep bond with her, how could she not help?

- Her and the family's decades of experience definitely help you guys with the stress of the wedding.

- A godsend all throughout these people are, and when the day finally arrives and everything goes according to plan.

- The decorations are exquisite and full of flowers signifying eternal love, companionship, and gratitude all thanks to the booming flower shop business Vinny was able to kickstart with the newly found riches he accumulated.

- Speaking of his riches, surprisingly he doesn’t skimp on any expense, I mean, he wants it to be a highly memorable event signifying your love and commitment to each other. And let’s be honest, he loves living the high life after being a jail rat.

- Has a ‘why not?’ Kind of mindset about it, but will dial it down if you feel uncomfortable with it. It’s your wedding as well and he wants it to be to your liking.

- In a nutshell, the whole event down to receptions is filled with heartfelt words from family and friends alike, people connecting and bonding happily over your union, with a certain Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet making Mole doesn’t itch his urge to cover himself with dirt or stuff his face with the wedding cake before you guys cut it.

- You know, normal wedding things.

- The married life afterward is much of the same with the exception of living together and dealing with each other's shit like any other married couple, the good and bad smushed in between.

- Domestic life with Vinny is odd, but fitting. A life as filled with risk, uncertainty, and adventure as his has given him enough thrills for him, with the idea of being there with you during the quiet moments in the early hours of the morning as you both hold hands and share a cup of coffee being enough for him.

- But that doesn’t exactly stifle his passion for his pyrotechnics and explosives, with the event of you cleaning his face free of soot after something he was tinkering on deciding to go haywire being too numerous to count.

- Life with him is cushy with just how ridiculously rich he suddenly got, gifts from him being more expensive than they used to be before but still having that effort he put in them.

- Reciprocation of his romantic gestures is met with a grin and a kiss on the forehead, murmuring compliments in Italian against your skin.

- He is absolutely whipped for you, always ready to talk things through with you because he can never be mad at you for too long.

- Much like most long standing relationships you both grow to love each other even more, with communication being something you both conquered long before tying the knot came into the equation as you visited him whenever he was behind bars for whatever antics he conjured up.

- He thinks of it as a kind of ride or die relationship, which can be both assuring and worrying but you know he means well as he lovingly pranks you once or twice.

- One thing you can never find yourself regretting is deciding to spend the rest of your days with him, and he has the same sentiments.

(I hope this didn’t disappoint guys, love you guys!!!)

[goldenpinof]

hi kate! i've never used axs, do you know it's like Trustworthy enough to use even if it's not the official site recommended by the venue? for the oakland show, the venue links to ticketmaster, and i was thinking of also trying axs like you mentioned. do you know of anyone having issues with axs (like idk they bought a ticket over axs but it didn't work at the venue or something)? ty!!! ur an absolute godsend during these trying times 🙏🏼

i have never had an experience with AXS, so i'm just putting this for people who did in hopes they share!

like Val @catboydan said, better stick to what's linked at the venue's website, i guess. also we will see what dnptour.com links at 12pm.

[hallasimss]

— surprise 모두 기립 박수 (hala, hala) | ( 🎧 ) ( an introduction. click photos for better quality. )

it's patch day, everything has gone to sh*t for those who don't play vanilla (read: me, i refuse to update until my essential mods are back in working order) and somehow i figured this was well overdue since i've been mostly lurking in the community and spam liking (plus i uh. may be lacking in simblrs to follow). time to stop being creepy and make sure the rest of you know who i am sksksksk

* about me, or; an overview.

halla. non-binary, they/she/xe, they/them preferred. bi/pan. xviii. neurodivergent. afro-carribbean with south asian ancestry. islamic christian and religious pluralist. tired high school senior, video editor/translator volunteer and k-pop/indian cinema stan in their free time. (mostly) wcif friendly, stick to the inbox when inquiring. (if i see you in the comment section it's going to be very hard not to convince me to soft block you i'm sorry) currently tracking #hallasimss. follow from my main @theinfinitedivides.

* what to expect.

mostly cas and lookbook edits since i suck ass at sticking to legacy gameplay—will try to share shots here and there from my current playthrough, but do not be surprised if three months in there's another sim that is getting the main spotlight instead of the one before them. also trying my hand at converting a few illustrations into cas tattoos for personal use, so we'll see how it goes on the cc end

* where to find me.

i don't want to make it seem like i'm chronically online but i am chronically online in a way? if you can't catch me here or on my main you'll most likely find me on my pinterest or the deepest recesses of mydramalist if you're lucky and i'm back in my k-drama phase voluntarily (no, i'm not leaking my username. take a wild guess and tell me if you're right). discord invites are for mutuals only—otherwise, stalk me on spotify to get a glimpse into my mental health!!! you will however be asking yourself why i have a specific song on loop for six hours and i will not be able to answer that

* simblrs i recommend.

@softerhaze (sunblind is one of the only reasons i am able to make this post, ty) ∙ @cinamun ∙ @simelune ∙ @rhdweauni0 ∙ @tau1tvec ∙ @farfallasims ∙ @wildmelon ∙ @literalite ∙ @kadelyka ∙ @miilkymoonsims ∙ @kashisun ∙ @gunthermunch ∙ @bananasplit-sims ∙ @pralinesims (when i tell you that most of my mods folder is just their content i am not lying. absolute godsend) ∙ @puppycheesecake ∙ @glimersims

* fin.

and that's it, ig? i'm terrible at these sorts of things but hopefully all of this made some kind of sense—if you are an active simblr pls interact or say hi so i can follow you back, otherwise how tf am i supposed to find y'all if i'm now stuck in this community for the foreseeable future sfjsfdnkjsdnj (mobile navigation post coming soon-ish. if i can get more of my sh*t together. tbh that's highly unlikely but we're trying to be optimistic)

[miiukkaa]

just want you to know that your lair layout references are a godsend. im doing a longform comic/fic for rise, and while i can draw backgrounds i am *awful* at visualizing layouts initially. i had resigned to making a 3d model of leo's room from scratch because the screenshots were hard to work from, but your art of each room is SO clean and makes it really easy to visualize in a 3d space!! ty so much for sharing them :D

thank you so much!!! it means a lot to me! i am so so happy that they're helping you since SAME!! trying to visualize something without having any actual visual guides is so difficult, aunghh! 😫

again thank you so much, i'm so happy to have been of any help!!

wishing you all the luck with your project, fae! ❤️

[tys-kitty]

I love chatting with you too, it's the highlight of my day!

I'm from the south of the UK (not London, thank stars, you could not pay me enough to live in London). What about you? What's your favourite part about your country? (Please don't feel you have to say if you don't want to!)

I naturally tend to a 4am-12 noon sleep schedule, so working nights is a godsend for me, school was hell.

My favourite scene has to be Luke's betrayal scene! The sheer emotion in all of them had me in tears, the betrayal and sorrow and anger! A special shout-out goes to the scene of young-Percy on the roof when he sees the pegasus, I related to that so hard. When classes used to get too much (a mix of tiredness (see the sleep schedule) and undiagnosed autism) I used to climb out the fire escape window onto the roof. I never saw any pegasi, but I did my fair share of daydreaming up there.

My favourite TSC gang has to be the TID gang. I read TID immediately after finishing TMI and I learned those characters by drawing similarities between them and their decendents (Learning Jem became Brother Zachariah broke me) and I just love them to pieces (it is deeply sad to me that Tessa, Jem and Will did not know about polyamory)

My favourite TSC book? Probably Queen of Air and Darkness. My copy has the official artwork in it and I fell in love with it (I don't know if you've seen it, but Ty and Jules on Livvy's pyre? I had to put the book down for an hour to cry)

I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna infodump about St. Valentines day, because the story behind it is my favourite (even if it is a bit morbid). St Valentine was a priest during the mid 200s, during the reign of Roman emperor Claudius II. Claudius, in true emperor fashion, wanted his armies to be the best. He believed his soldiers would be better if they had no distractions, if they were unmarried. St. Valentine, then still just a priest, used to marry soldiers and their wives in secret, at a time when marrying a soldier (as a priest) was illegal. We celebrate St. Valentines day on the 14th of Febuary because he was executed for his crime on this day in the year 270AD.

Sorry, infodump over.

My turn for a hard question. If you had to give Kit and Ty a theme song each, what would you pick and why?

-☀️

Don‘t tell anyone but it‘s one of my highlights as well 💕

Oh that‘s so cool! Stereotype alert but when I think about the UK I always picture this cute little country side with a cozy cottage. You‘re not a big fan of London, I take it? I was actually in London last Summer and I absolutely adored the city, even though I could never imagine living in a city that big. But I can‘t blame you because I‘m from Austria and I‘m not the biggest fan of Vienna as well. My favourite part about my country would have to be the mountains and lakes!

The Luke betrayal scene was one of my favorites as well! I don‘t know if you‘ve read the books but I loved the fact that Annabeth heard everything! (Also the visuals with the fireworks in the background? Stunning!) Also the hug and the way Percy smiled when Annabeth told him she would go to Disneyland?! (I DIED!) Maybe one day you will see a pegasi (let‘s not give up hope!)

The TMI gang is amazing as well! Tbh I wouldn’t want to choose between the TSC gangs because they are all so different and wholesome in their own way!

SHUT UP! That‘s so amazing! I wish my copy had the original drawings but it seems not everyone can be as cool as you are. My favourite TSC books would have to be Chain of Thorns or Lady Midnight! Queen of Air and Darkness could never be my favourite because that book broke me. I cried so much during the necromancy scene and the aftermath of Livvy‘s death. (And Julian losing his emotions?!?)

WHAT?! WHY DID NOBODY EVER TEACH ME THE HISTORY BEHIND VALENTINE‘S DAY?! I thought it was some cute story with lots of love and flowers. Thank you for ruining my illusion and teaching me something new, I guess😭

THAT‘S SUCH A HARD QUESTION! Like I don‘t really have a particular song for each of them but I have a number of couple songs:

- Say don‘t go (Taylor Swift)

- Into you (Julia Michaels)

- I miss you, I‘m sorry (Gracie Abrams)

- I know it won‘t work (Gracie Abrams)

What about you? (YES YOU ALSO HAVE TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION) And another super hard question for you: Who are your top 3 favourite TSC couples?

(Sorry it took me so long to reply idk why I took me so long to finish this)

[alterousuggestion]

Hey, we've never spoken before but I saw your post and it reflected a lot of feelings I've had over the course of the past two years. It's been a really hard time and at times it definitely felt like there was nothing I could do and I was not making any progress. I also didn't want to do therapy for my own reasons. I started reading a lot: Brene Brown was a godsend, as well as books about nonviolent communication. Both of them helped me learn how to be compassionate with myself and how to be more patient, because like you my internal voice was extremely cruel. I had a lot of trauma and baggage that came from being on the ace/aro spectrum and not realizing how difficult that had actually been for me. It got worse before it got better, and once I actually started becoming more aware of these things I hit a crisis point where it became necessary to get on anxiety medication, but in doing all that I have been able to get to a place where I feel more like myself for the first time since middle school. I know that it feels really overwhelming and exhausting and impossible and like you're alone and helpless in this, but do your best to take care of yourself, reach out to those people in your life who can help take care of you, and try to get comfortable with the idea that you are a person, and just like any other person, you deserve respect, comfort, and safety.

hey there ! <3 tysm for reaching out and sharing some of your experiences with this. it means so much to me, esp coming from another aroace-spec person. i think there’s a layer to this that is inextricably tied to my own aroace-ness. i have spent so long reaching outward to people hoping they’d love me in a way that makes sense to me. i think i need to reorient that so i’m providing that to myself first and foremost, you know? i was happier when i did that for myself. i have so much to my friendships that i didn’t realize that the dangers of losing yourself in them is just as real as it is in romantic relationships…

those books sound amazing and i’ll definitely seek them out—i’ve actually been looking into some of these types of books in general since overall, this how my brain best intakes information. so ty for the recs!!

i’m so happy that you are able to get to a better place. and having you validate me and my feelings.. it really means a lot. like, a ‘ha ha i might be tearing up’ lot. ���try to get comfortable with the idea that you are a person’ felt like a hug. :’)

[slutnali]

🌪️☔️ please !!

ty for sending in Gi !! 💜

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

the last of us au, zombie apocalypse au, accidental kid acquisition, blood/violence, found family

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

These two actually go hand in hand lmao, but basically a TLOU/zombie apocalypse au. Not necessarily following the plot of the game/tv series but just the world that they're in, how the outbreak started and types of infected and all of their insane stages. I forgot how long they've been living in a post apocalyptic world but no less than 10 years for sure.

Rosé is mostly a nomad and she's out scavenging one day when a fight between 2 of the most prominent groups/camps in the same region she's in starts fighting with one another leading her to take cover in the closest building. In that same building as she's trying to move up through the different floors she runs into Denali who had snuck out of the camp she'd been in because tbh, it was mostly a dictatorship and she wasn't about it.

They're pushed/cornered together, especially when infected are involved and they're forced to work together if either of them want to survive despite hating each other's vibes off the bat lmfao. It's then when they hear a third voice screaming 'get the fuck off me!' which definitely is from a child. She's like 12 or 13 and of course they help her, she def can't fend for herself because she's never been outside of the walls and doesn't even know the stages of infection..

Rosie doesn't want to keep the kid but Nali can't in clear conscious leave her alone so there's no choice but to take her [nali and rosie are coincidentally traveling in the same direction shhh] from there they stick together and become a little family throughout their time travelling on foot. They do run into cool, kick ass nomad Anetra who definitely flirts with Denali after finding out Rosé and her aren't a couple despite the two acting and arguing like an old married couple.

They also come across Sasha's camp which is a godsend. I have soooo many hc's and love for this au. Also the kids name is Josie

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

I think theres a pdf copy floating around reddit, u can search the title in r/textbookrequest and dm some of the people that had it last to see if they have it still. u/Meme_Man_Sam seems to be the most active in sharing copies, the most recent one was a month or so ago

ty anon ur a godsend 🙏 that sub had the 5th edition so I'm still looking for the 6th edition, but i'm hoping there isn't enough of a difference that I can use this copy at least for now until ican find the right version

[ap-kinda-lit]

Sokka VS the World: a modern au Sukka/Zutara fic idea

Sokka is in the early stages of his mid-twenties and has no idea what he's doing with his life. He goes from job to job, unsure what he wants to do, he shares an apartment with his younger, Buddhist, vegetarian roommate Aang and his gigantic cloud of a dog Appa and pain-in-the-ass ferret Momo, and is still recovering from his although-amicable-still-heartbreaking breakup with his first love, Yue.

Meanwhile, his younger sister, Katara, is the opposite. She's kicking ass in med school, she just landed a great job at a top notch hospital, and, to top it all off, she's tying the knot with her equally successful boyfriend, Zuko. Sokka can't help but feel a bit envious, but he really can't hold it against them. Katara's a fantastic person and after spending her life taking care of everyone around she deserve's all the happiness, especially with Zuko (although Sokka never imagined her marrying a Fire Nation guy from a snooty rich family, it's almost impossible to dislike Zuko because he really is fantastic guy who adores Katara and makes her happier than Sokka has ever seen her). So, being the super awesome big brother he is, Sokka goes to help with the wedding, bringing along Aang for the ride.

It turns into a perfect sitcom arc: there's wedding planning hijinks, dealing with family nonsense, buddy Toph causing chaos and sitting back and watching, Sokka trying to not seem like a total failure to everyone and keeping it together while being there for one of the biggest days in his baby sister's life, and...wait Aang is in love with Katara? Oh crap, Zuko's dumpster fire family is butting in. And Yue is here!? Breathe, Sokka, breathe!

Well, it might not be too bad. Zuko's friend, Suki, is a godsend. She's fun, she's super nice, she's a badass, she and Sokka get along great (even after he accidentally lets slip a kinda sort of sexist remark), and she's really really pretty - wait, where did that come from? Focus, Sokka.

...so, that's what I have so far. Chances of me actually writing it are just about zero, but I thought it would be a great prompt.

[limey-writes]

Can you make an little writting for how the spy, demo, medic are when they are sharing an umbrella with their s/o (crush). Have a nice day, by the way I like your pink sheep profile background! :))

Lol ty for enjoying my very cool pink sheep his name is Orange, also no i will not make a little writing i will make a big writing yes yes please enjoy lmao

Spy

Of course he didn't expect to see you outside the same cafe that he enjoyed visiting, he was a perceptive man of course, but somehow you always seemed to slip right under his radar. He watches you walk in as he takes a sip of his hot cup of tea, listening intently to your order as he pretends to go back to his newspaper he had in front of him. Though it took a moment, he had to admit he did feel his heart skip as he saw your silhouette in the corner of his eye get closer to where he was seated before taking a seat in front of him, his eyes flicked up to your cheery smile in greeting as he did his best to hold back his own. "What brings you here cherie?" He asks, his cool exterior held well against your cheery attitude. "Well you would talk so highly of this place, I decided to come take a visit, though I didn't expect to see you here! I guess it's two treats in one, eh?" Following with your signature wink you'd always give him, you're attempts at flirting were always so sweet, he thought, hiding his little smile behind his cup as the waiter came with your pastry and drink.

Of course it'd be something sweet, it was fitting for your personality, he caught himself staring too long, watching as you take your initial sip before seeing your face light up with glee with the taste. Quickly averting his eyes from you as you hummed happily, pleased with your choices as the two of you make idle conversation, the comfortable atmosphere was something that seemed to always follow you anywhere you go, he appreciated the change, the constant gunfire and shouting of men was exhausting at time, but meeting you? Goodness you were a godsend to this man, giving him comfort and a drastic change from what he was so used to back at the base. You could say the two of you had gotten a bit close, maybe closer than most people would. You knew he was a secretive man, but somehow has told you about plenty of things you felt maybe someone in his line of work probably wouldn't share with just anyone. Though of course you stayed, you had to admit you started to get feelings for the man, his little smiles and how much thought he put into the time he spent with you really struck a chord whenever the two of you just so happened to meet up with one another.

Time flew fast, he hated to admit he was disappointed seeing you finish the last remnants of your pastry, although you two had spent already a few hours here together, he knew he couldn't keep you here forever. A small yawn escapes your lips, taking a look out the windows to spot the sky outside darkening with gloomy clouds, the soft patter of rain reaching your ears as you huff, realizing too late that you had forgotten to bring your umbrella with you today when you had left your home this morning. You hear someone clear their throat behind you, turning to see spy with his slight smile on his face, offering you his arm as he held a small umbrella in his other hand, the offer of walking you home was silently asked as he offers his arm to you, which you gladly loop yours through his. The warm feeling in his chest grew as he escorted you out of the establishment, arm in arm the two of you walked in the rain, the umbrella shielding the two of you from getting wet, and although the weather wasn't so chilly, you couldn't help but lean in closer against the secretive man beside you.

Demo

Of course your hangout with Demo was always a fun time at the bar. Just the two of you, sitting together swapping stories back and forth, him sharing how he blew up a whole team with a few bombs and you sharing how easily it was for you to take on the meanest heavy on the enemy team. Laughs and hard pats on the back ensued, the cheery man beside you was always so happy when you two were together, sometimes you couldn't tell if it was just because you were around or just because you were sharing a few drinks with the man himself. You took a sip of your drink in front of you, listening to how well he blew someone else up after they tried to best him at his own bomb making game. You couldn't help but laugh, bringing a smile to the drunken man's face, he knew very well that he was good at making you laugh, or at least smile for him. Demo was always happy to spend all this time with you and get to see the more relaxed side of you, as much as he loved teasing you for using such a serious face, it was always good fun to see what he could do to help you unwind.

"You shoulda seen it, this man went flying through the air!" He hiccups, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulls you close, causing your face to light up with a small tint of pink dusting your skin with the new sudden closeness. The light chatter continued, the bar was light with conversation though dwindling as the night continued, people coming in and out of the place though soon enough the last call bell rung, plenty of patrons grumbling as they either began to gather their bearings or getting their last glass. You stood up, the man next to you trying to be as stable as possible as he followed on his feet, giving you a nod as a sign he'd be alright when you guys head out. The door opens for you two, the heavy rain coming down around you two as you stood under the covering above the door. Demo leans against you with a sad sigh "Oh what a shame, I guess we're stuck here allll night.." His words slurred together, his weight heavy on your shoulders as you let out a small chuckle, showing off the packed away umbrella you had prepared for tonight, along with a few other necessities you had stowed away for emergencies.

The walk was full of stumbling and laughs as you two tried to hold each other up, the umbrella barely keeping you two dry from the amount of movement there was. The feeling of soreness from smiling so much with Demo was evident, but the good feeling shared between you two was something neither of you wanted to go away. Demo continued letting comments roll off his tongue, telling you how grateful he is to have met you, and how lovely you are to look at, the sincerity in his voice was enough to make anyone's heart melt no matter how cold it was. You started to follow suit with telling him how much he meant to you in return, knowing well that he wouldn't remember much of it anyway, regardless, at least getting it out felt nice. The fall of the rain, and flitting whispers and mumbles of confessions were shared, heavy and stumbling footsteps on the pavement the whole way back home.

Medic

Angry grumbles and panicked shouts filled the air as Medic ran outside in the storm. Archimedes had gotten out, somehow someway, the bird had gotten outside and man, Medic was not having it. He didn't know who had left an opening for his feathered friend, though it was big enough for the bird to at least be curious. He had forgotten his umbrella and coat, his vest and shirt drenched in rain already as he continued to call for the delicate bird, worry clearly etched in his face as he tried to find any nook or cranny that he might be in. You, of course, being the only one he trusted to actually help him search aside from Heavy, but Heavy being the slower man he is, was looking for the bird inside where Medic might've missed during his panicked search. You were peeking in a nook that was hidden in a tree nearby, not seeing even a glimpse of white feathers anywhere the more you looked. Your umbrella you held tightly in your hand was the only shield to keep you at least a little bit dry as you looked, though with how hard it was coming down, you had also begun the mission of finding the dear doctor too.

Medic on the other hand had thankfully found Archimedes hidden away safe and sound, scolding the bird for having escaped and gotten so far, he now turned and realized you weren't behind him as he thought you were. A groan escapes his lips as he realized now that he had to find you or you find him, He just hopes he can find you before it gets any darker. The bird tucks himself snugly into his owners' neck, hoping that maybe soon they'd be heading home, the sound of Medic's heavy boots hit heavy against the mud as he searches for his lost assistant. You were much easier to look for than a bird, and soon enough medic found you trying to find him in turn, he shouts out for you, seeing your head turn in shock before running to him, hugging him tightly which brings a blush to his face as he took a moment before placing a hand on your back a small smile on his face. "You dummy don't leave me like that! I didn't know where you had gone what would I have done on my own?" You fussed at him, the realization of how worried you had gotten on your own weighed on him, feeling his heart tug with your words of concern he leans down to give you a better hug, a little apology from his side could be heard as he held you. Your clothes had become soaked due to Medic leaving his umbrella back at the base, although you wanted to continue the hug, you knew well enough that you both were going to get sick if you continued to stay out here.

Hesitantly letting him go, you watch his face show slight disappointment yet understanding as you offered him your umbrella, although not as useful now as it would've been earlier, the man takes it gratefully, taking the bold move of pulling you close to him with a hand around your waist, the umbrella shielding you two from any more rain keeping the two of you together, the bird perched atop Medic's shoulders only peered at you curiously though pleased this seemed to mean that he can return to the warm indoors. The heavy doors opened for you two, a sigh of relief passed from the two of you as you both shed your soaked jackets and shoes, parting ways if only for a moment to get changed to something warmer. Your clothes changed, you were happy to finally be back inside away from the raging storm, soon to be in bed you heard a knock at the door. Confused, you came to the door, opening it to reveal a comfy looking Medic standing there, a smile on his face seeing you dry and looking warmer. "Care to join me tonight for a night of fun as thank you frau?" He asks, although knowing the answer already as he watches you nod with a matching smile, leading you along to the way towards his little date for his thank you.

[lady-phasma]

You are a godsend. Thank you for all the Daemon/ Matt gifs! Please tell me you're gonna make gifs of him post-sex with Rhaenyra at Driftmark?!?! He looks so good when they're watching Vhagar 😭😭🥵🥵. Again thank you💕💕💕💕

You are so welcome! Just tying to contribute to society.

I can't promise because the lighting in that episode makes it so hard to brighten without losing quality. I will share them if they look good. Until then... bts of Matt laughing on set of Driftmark might hold you over? 😉

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

DUDE OMG IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR A STEDDIE SECRET ADMIRER FIC FOR AGES, YOU'RE A GODSEND!!!!!!!! TY FOR WRITING AND SHARING IT WITH US!! :D

fasdfkjasdfkas;ldfk thank you for reading it!!!! this is the first full/real fic i've ever written it's blowing my mind that people are responding to it like they are!!!

[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙏𝙍𝙔𝙉𝘼 𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙆𝙀.

𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 - 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘞, jhene aiko naturally reminds me of hot summer nights, and fans with the duvet cover on. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘪 𝘰𝘢𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘰𝘢𝘪𝘧𝘨𝘢𝘰𝘸. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯- 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘩𝘰𝘰 !!! i think this could be a bit better though aosmkw

warnings of hints at nsfw !!!

by qtipcottonbuds 2021. do not repost.

𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗜 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

Restless limbs, clammy skin; the constant turning over of pillows offering short-term relief - attempting to sleep throughout the heated summer nights of July, was pure, ethical hell - unironically.

Eyes drifting towards the digital clock on the side table (well, what you could make of the side table), placed alongside a clutter of Ukai's plastic headbands, it hinted at the early hours of the morning, sky still heavily overcast. The only conclusion supplying itself is humidity, or hypothetically, the biblical “Beginning of the End,” which would technically provide a valid argument. This had to be one of the warning signs of the Apocalypse or something, it shouldn’t be this hot, right?

Early hours and philosophical arguments always paired admirably during a sleepy haze.

Steadily peeling your face away from Ukai’s chest, a slight noticeable red indentation from where your face was pressed up against, you gently remove yourself from his embrace before swinging your legs over the side of the shared bed. Padding barefoot, heading towards the window, you attempt to dampen the noise of shifting the handle - grasping the handle with both hands.

Briefly glancing back at Ukai who was fortunately still sleeping thoroughly, to ensure none of the movement had awoken him, you continue your alleged pursuit of sorts for the godsend that was fresh air.

A cool draft of air hits your face in tandem with a soft murmur of, “You okay, baby?” pressed into your neck.

You remind yourself to take a mental note of how incredibly stealthy he was, sleeping thoroughly out the metaphorical window.

You hum in response, “Just a bit hot. Needed some air.”

“Tilt your head forward for me, baby,” pivoting you on your feet you dip your head, him, carelessly pulling the hair band loose from his tresses, tying it in a weak figure of eight before combing your hair back with his fingers, pulling it into a sloppy bun, “There we go, that should help. Now, you can come back to bed, with me.”

[meirathinks]

i love your blog!! it’s so cute anyway can u do modern megumi boyfie hcs? ty:)

Modern!Megumi Bf Headcanons!

I am so so sorry this is so late!! Thank you for being my first request! :) Anyways, I’d give my firstborn child for Megumi Fushiguro to hold my hand

It’s canon that Mugumi likes girls with unshakeable character, which is probably why he’s so big on trust. He has a secure attachment style, if he didn’t think he could trust you he wouldn’t date you!

This is great because he definitely puts effort into making your relationship a mutually healthy one! He tries so hard it’s adorable. You can tell he genuinely wants things to work out. 

But he’s also horrifyingly blunt. He’ll just say things without understanding they’re hurtful. Sometimes the hard truth is needed! Emphasis on sometimes!

His deadpan humour and blunt personality made it hard to tell if he was joking early on. You’d ask for his opinion, he’d say something and you’d ponder whether his statement was meant to be taken as a joke or not.

You gave Megumi a twirl as you exited the dressing room. His eyes shimmered under the fluorescent lights of the store.

“What do you think?”  You beamed at where he sat in front of you.

Megumi’s eyes lingered in your direction as you prepared yourself, “I don’t like it.”

You huffed, he sounded too serious, at least he saved you from the embarrassment of wearing the garment somewhere important. “Yeah, I think the colour is a little unflattering.”

Megumi’s eyes widened, “Wait no—”

“Huh?”

He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze. “I was joking.”

You furrowed your brows, oh.

Megumi continued, “It’s cute— you’re cute.”

You smiled. He smiled back, his cheeks were lightly dusted with pink.

Megumi does not want to make you uncomfortable. He’s so, so scared of messing things up. As a direct result, he silently decides to take things slow. If you want affection early in the relationship you have to be VERY clear and verbally express what you want.

This is also why there isn’t a whole lot of PDA.

But OH BOY when he understands that you’re okay with him touching you, he starts to show subtle forms of PDA

He’ll hold your hand, and squeeze it every once in a while. On the topic of hand-holding, he’s definitely to rub light circles on your hand with his thumb. He’d kiss your forehead after leaning in to whisper something in your ear. Megumi is very careful; the love, and consequently the affection shared between you, is soft and caring.

Megumi’s affection is like a drug. His soft touches are just so comforting.

I bet he pats your head every once in a while, it doesn’t matter that he might mess up your hair! As long as it’s Megumi you don’t care!

His eyes are soft as they glance down at you. A stark difference from his usual unfeeling glare. Today was his birthday, though, he only wanted to pay attention to you. 

His hand was wrapped tightly around your waste while you attempted to get him to decide on a restaurant to have dinner at. He could hear the bickering between Nobara and Yuji a few steps ahead of the both of you as you all traversed the busy streets of the city. 

An almost invisible smile formed on his lips, his gaze moved to his friends. Though their arguing was causing a scene he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was grateful; grateful for Yuji and Nobara and especially you.

For once in his life the prospect of the future was less of an obstacle filled with challenges and despair and more of a godsend; he’d been given another opportunity to be with you.

Megumi stopped in his tracks and grabbed your arm before leaning down to press a gentle kiss in your temple.

A whisper left his lips, so quiet it nearly went unheard, “Thank you.”

Before you could ask what warranted his sudden tenderness, a confused noise had left Yuji from a few meters ahead.

“Wait… You Guys are dating?”

Both you and Nobara’s laughter rang through the street. Megumi’s trademark annoyed sigh followed shortly. Despite that, his gratefulness never subsided.

Ironically, life with Megumi was a blessing. 

[hotdogct]

as dreamers do ||| n.jm

pairing: na jaemin x reader genre: fluff words: 2.2k a/n: hello!!! this is my first piece of writing in a very long time, so apologies if its all over the place/makes no sense!!! obviously this is all a work of fiction, disclaimer, blablabla, idk what i’m doing i just wanted to write drabbles about nct lmao, so with that being said!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Do you trust me?”

You roll your eyes in the direction of your coworker, Jaemin, who was sitting across from you in the fluorescent lit break room located just behind Splash Mountain’s gift shop and exit. The two of you were part of the massive workforce of college aged youth that Disney recruited every year to staff their theme parks and resorts. While you weren’t initially thrilled with your role as a custodian, you learned to appreciate its quirks - and that included the unique cast of characters otherwise known as your coworkers. From the full-timers that did their best to ignore your presence, knowing another semester would just bring a fresh wave of new faces, to your fellow program cohorts - Jaemin being one of them.

Assuming he was just quoting Aladdin at you, you offer no response to Jaemin’s initial query and continue scrolling through your phone, shoveling the few remaining cheese crackers from the nearby vending machine down your throat, intending on savoring the remaining minutes of your last break for the evening.

Your thoughts wandered back to your fellow cast members. There was Daehwi, sheltered and away from home for the first time, affectionately nicknamed ‘baby’ by everyone he befriended. Wendy, with her melodic voice and cheerful disposition, eager to break into song at a moments notice. Lucas, who might’ve come to Florida to party first, but worked equally hard. Hani, who arrived a few weeks after you, always the first to come help when you radio that your restroom has overflowed, again. Even Jinho, who had initially fooled you with his youthful looks before revealing this was his third time through the program, had somehow wormed his way into your heart. But nobody had been as captivating as Jaemin. When you first met him in passing in the cramped break room, you were convinced casting had made a mistake, that he was lost on his way to costuming for entertainment. He certainly looked like a prince - perfectly straight teeth, boyishly handsome good looks. A few days later he was assigned to clean the same bathrooms as you - “bathroom buddies” as everyone affectionately would call the practice. There, in the shared stockrooms, you learned who Jaemin was beyond his beautiful face - how his friends back home called him Nana, that he was studying photography in college, that he was an only child, a helluva flirt. Even your music tastes were similar, a fact you discovered on one of the many cramped, late night bus rides back to program housing where the two of you stood packed shoulder to shoulder, like sardines in a can. Jaemin interacted with guests both young and young at heart with an effortless charm and grace. Your managers loved him immediately, and before you knew it, you found yourself incredibly enamored with him too.

It wasn’t until his hand suddenly broke through your field of vision, blocking sight of your phone, that you realized Jaemin had stood up and was now standing directly in front of you. His head covered the harshest of the overhead lights, casting a soft halo glow around his black, messy hair and broad shoulders. He smiles down at you, innocently, and you feel your heartbeat accelerate when your eyes meet his own.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, again. This time, without thought, you place your hand firmly in his.

******

Jaemin leads you out of the blinding light of the break room silently, into the dark of the early winter evening. Eyes still adjusting, you follow behind him, thankful that your corner of the park was mostly deserted - Splash Mountain still closed for the season, only a few stragglers were coming and going to use the restroom in the area. You vaguely remember that Jaemin had been assigned a nearby zone to clean that evening - which was it again…?

He leads you up a flight up stairs, then, and that’s when it hits you. Train Zone. The Frontierland Railroad Station. It was an easy zone to clean, as the railroad shut down early each night before the fireworks display. Gathering the trash in an empty zone like this was a godsend, especially when compared to the other ride queues you had to clean, oftentimes fighting constant guest traffic like a fish swimming upstream.

Lost in your thoughts, you follow behind Jaemin as he completes his task diligently, making sure each trash can within the train station is empty and re-bagged for the next morning. It had been a few days since the two of you had worked in neighboring areas, and you often found yourself tongue tied when around him. The background music loop of Frontierland was noticeably absent, the speakers within the station shut off for the night. This led to Jaemin singing nonsense songs while tying up trash bags and wiping down surfaces, dancing lightly on his feet.

Turkey leg-g-g

At the train

D-d-d-driving me insane~

All you could do was laugh at his antics, and before you knew it, the nearby banana boat parked at the exit ramp was full of trash bags. Satisfied with the results of your hard work, you were about to begin the walk to backstage, where the dumpsters were located, when Jaemin turned about face, walking instead towards the train station.

“What are you doing?!” you hiss, not wanting to shout but needing to stress your confusion at his actions. Jaemin stops at the gate, unlatches it, before turning around, beckoning you over with a smile.

“I asked you if you trusted me, didn’t I?” his voice low in your ear upon your arrival at his side, banana boat now parked safely out of any guest traffic. Jaemin unlocks the gate for you, both of you falling silent on your walk back up into the depths of the train station - no more cute, silly songs spilling from his lips.

“Are you sure we aren’t going to get caught?” your voice carries louder than intended across the empty room as you go through the turnstile, and you wince.

Jaemin’s boisterous laugh took you by surprise, followed a moment later by his hand ruffling the top of your head, messing up your hair. As if to say, foolish.

“Getting the trash from up here is technically our responsibility. So what if it took us a little long?”

He was right - the best part of your job was the agency it provided. Sure, you were cleaning up garbage and bathrooms and vomit, but you could walk around freely. Explore hidden corners and crevices of the park. You knew all too well the allures of the shared hallway between the Frontierland restrooms, the stock closet next to the Veranda breezeway, the dumpster behind the Haunted Mansion - places the rest of your desperately horny coworkers had used to hook up in weeks prior. As you follow Jaemin around a corner towards the front of the station, through an open passageway, you wonder if that’s what he has in mind. That is, until you see the view in front of you.

Jaemin had led you to a small balcony that overlooked the whole expanse of Frontierland. From above you could spot guests walking about the park to and fro, the Rivers of America flowing gently behind them in the distance. Bits and pieces of Cinderella’s Castle were visible through the tree line, shining bright in multicolor as the nightly projection show proceeded to play.

“Jaem, it’s….”

“Nice, isn’t it?” He finishes your thought for you, his hand brushing over the staged decorations of fake barrels and crates against the wall of the balcony that seemed perfect to sit upon. Moments later, Jaemin plops down with a satisfied smile on his face and pats the space beside him, silently asking you to join him.

“Nice is an understatement” you offer in reply. A small laugh leaves his lips, a breeze rolls through. For just a moment, it is quiet and still.

“I’ve been wanting to show you this place for a while, but the stars just never aligned right until tonight.”

“You mean, the computer system that automates scheduling and staffing didn’t randomly place us in neighboring areas of the park until to-” Jaemin’s stiff elbow into your side lets you know to drop the wit. That you could do, but a question lingered in your mind, still, and you did have to voice your sole concern.

“How do you not get caught up here?”

Jaemin turns around, points to the solitary light on the balcony, and it’s then that you notice the bulb is off. You might feel exposed looking down upon everyone, but quickly realize that nobody is looking up at the closed train station - let alone looking for two cast members in white uniforms in the dark, goofing off on a weeknight.

Fooling around…

You were thankful for the cover of darkness in that moment, as you felt your cheeks turn crimson at the thought. Being alone, with Jaemin, this close, in the dark...This all seemed very sudden, despite everyone knowing about your big crush on Nana - he had to know too?

“So,” Jaemin’s voice cuts through your ever-racing thoughts, and your chest goes cold. “A little birdie told me there’s something you really, really like…”

If jumping off the balcony was a safe option, in that moment, you would’ve taken it. A confirmation of your worst fears - that Jaemin was aware of your ridiculous, schoolgirl like crush on him. You are speechless, sunken, pulse racing, and terrified.

Without the usual cue of area music, caught up in the last hour, you had missed your usual clues. A loud boom caused you to jump in your seat, out of your brain, head immediately turning towards Jaemin - only to make eye contact with him, bright lights reflecting off the surface, who smiles and motions for you to turn around. Of course.

If you were known for one thing amongst your cohorts, it was that you loved fireworks. Even on the most hectic of nights you found a way to make sure you were outside during the nightly display, never taking for granted that you were being paid to watch the sky light up in time to music. You had your favorite spots to watch from, but had never once considered the train station. From the corner of Frontierland, it felt like the fireworks were almost on top of you - cascading down upon Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, the expanse of empty night sky providing the perfect canvas. As the speakers above you were silent, there was no accompanying soundtrack, but it didn’t matter - you knew the whole show by heart. You were unaware of how long your mouth had been hanging open in blissful, childlike wonder, only noticing when Jaemin gently pressed his finger up against your chin, closing the space between your upper and lower lip through simple momentum. Moments later, his hand brushed over yours, testing the waters, and finding no complaint, interlocked his fingers with yours, and gravity pulls your head to his shoulder. A soft, steady hum leaves his lips, as you settle into this newfound bliss.

The rest of the fireworks show plays out in front of the two of you - two white ghosts in a dark shadow, illuminated by glowing streaks and bursts of color from the night sky. You’re working at the most magical place on earth, sure, but this felt like the most magical moment of your life.

Before you know it, the sky calms again, signaling the end of the show. You remain frozen for a moment, not wanting to leave. When you finally stand back up, awkwardly untangling yourself from Jaemin’s frame in a rushed manner, you can almost feel yourself floating back down to the ground, back to reality. Jaemin, your co-worker, Jaemin the flirt. He brought you up here just to watch the fireworks after all. Had you been a bit more outgoing, a bit less awkward, maybe...

Taking a few steps towards the entryway, a sudden hand on your wrist pulls you against the wall - thankfully, out of sight of any guests, but now engulfing your entire body in shadow. And it’s here in the darkness that Jaemin’s hand releases itself from your wrist, finds its way up to your cheek. Here, he leans in and kisses you - pressing his chapped lips against yours gently, but with enough intent and purpose that you swear you were seeing stars after a few moments. It doesn’t last long, as all fairytales would tell you. When you part, Jaemin rests his forehead against yours, both slightly damp from the Florida humidity, and you can feel him smile against you, somehow breathless, letting out a low chuckle, before asking,

“Did you think I was talking about the fireworks?”

[temilyrights]

resisting you was always impossible (temily)

Summary: Tara Lewis x Emily Prentiss. Emily and Tara are forced to spend the night in a motel when a storm hits. (oh no there’s only one bed).

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is my first fic that doesn't include a reader and I'm proud. I was forced to write this because there just aren't enough Temily fics, and I'm completely obsessed with them (also would like to marry them both pls and ty<3) Please let me know what you think! I'm hoping to write for them more in the future :)

Read on AO3

Emily swore under her breath as she pushed her way into the motel room, her clothes and hair were absolutely drenched, and she was currently rethinking every single life decision that had led her to where she was now.

Stuck in a motel room.

with only one bed.

with the ONLY person that she’d been trying to avoid getting into any situation with that blurred the lines of professionalism.

“Oh, thank god, we’ve got towels.” Tara sighed in relief, grabbing the ratty towels from the cupboard as Emily shut the door.

She chucked one in Emily’s direction and used the other to squeeze the water from her hair as she made her way over to her go-bag she’d dropped onto the table.

She looked over her shoulder at Emily, who stood frozen, and frowned. “You okay, Prentiss?”

Emily cleared her throat and made to squeeze the water out of her own hair. “Yeah.”

Tara snorted and turned back to the bag. She rested the towel on her shoulder to free up her hands. She unzips the bag and rummages through for a moment before pulling out an old band t-shirt. She turns around and holds it up for Emily to inspect.  “This okay? It’s about all I’ve got.”

“Pardon?” Emily frowned.

“You need something to change into unless you plan on catching hypothermia and considering you didn’t have your go-bag in the SUV, you’re stuck with my clothes.”

Emily struggles to breathe. “Right.” She nods, “Uh, yeah. That’s fine.”

She steps forwards and takes the shirt from Tara. “Thanks, I’m gonna...” She points in the direction of the bathroom and without waiting for a response quickly disappears.

Once the door is shut behind her Emily proceeds to quietly freak the fuck out.

Of course, it was her luck that a storm would hit on their drive back from interviewing a perp at Arizona state prison (who they suspected of being connected to their current case). The rain was so bad Emily could hardly see the road and Tara had suggested stopping for the night and picking back up in the morning when the rain would have hopefully calmed.

Which was a smart idea, but Emily had protested up until the point the car slid and nearly drove off the side of the road.

With anyone else, this situation would be annoying but fine.

But Emily’s heart fluttered stupidly around Tara and she’d taken to telling herself multiple times a day that she was Tara’s boss and that nothing could happen.

It wasn’t helping.

“Suck it up, Prentiss.” She told herself. She’d taken down serial killers; she could handle an inconvenient crush.

Emily stripped out of her clothes, leaving only her underwear on, which thankfully hadn’t been soaked through because honestly, Emily didn’t know how she would have coped if she had had to ask Tara for some. She hung the clothes over the side of the bath to dry and slipped on Tara’s T-shirt.

It was an old Rolling Stones one, and despite her and Tara’s height difference, it barely covered her ass.

“Perfect.” She muttered, and with one last look in the shitty motel mirror, Emily opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.

And then proceeded to nearly have a stroke.

Because Emily was painfully aware of how attractive Tara was, but she was totally not prepared to see her very long, very beautiful legs. She was wearing a vest top along with short sleep shorts, and it was just a lot of beautiful skin.

“You okay, Prentiss?” Tara asked for the second time that night, with a smirk that Emily desperately wanted to kiss off her face.

“Yeah, I, uh,” Emily scrambled for something to say, “I tried phoning Rossi to let him know what happened but there’s no cell reception.”

“I’m sure they’ll figure it out. We can leave early tomorrow so we can be back at the station for nine.” Tara said as she leant down to grab something from where it rested on the bed.

Emily managed to avert her eyes from Tara’s legs just before the women straightened up and met her gaze. She held out a chocolate bar. “Want this?”

“You have food? You’re a godsend.” Emily praised, happily accepting the bar and chucking her phone onto the bed in the process. They’d been planning on grabbing dinner when they’d gotten back to the hotel, which obviously hadn’t happened. There was no way they were going to be able to order food in this weather and Emily hadn’t eaten since lunchtime.

“Of course, you don’t keep snacks in your go-bag?” Tara’s brows raised in disbelief.

“No, but I will be from now on because that’s genius.”

Tara chuckled. “It’s not a lot. Just that chocolate bar, some trail mix, and a few nutrition bars, but they’re great for emergencies.” Tara’s lips spread into a smirk, her eyes dancing. “And apparently warding off hangry Prentiss’”

Emily scoffed. “I don’t get hangry.”

“Oh, yes you do.” Tara cackled, taking a step closer to her.

“No, I don’t!”

“Sorry, but you do.”

“I do not! Take it back!” Emily ordered, stepping forward to jab a finger at Tara.

“It’s okay Prentiss, a lot of people do.” Tara’s voice lowered, that irritating smirk still painting her lips.

“Yeah, well I’m not a lot of people!” Emily rebutted and knew her face was heating up from her proximity to Tara.

Their breath was practically mingling, and Emily desperately needed to step away. To end whatever this was.

“Oh, I’m very much aware,” Tara said in a way that couldn’t be misconstrued as anything other than flirting. Her eyes dropped to Emily’s lips as her fingers brushed her chin, angling Emily’s head upwards, bringing her mouth dangerously close to hers.

Emily couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stare deeply into Tara’s eyes. They twinkled but there was a softness behind them, her grip was gentle on Emily’s chin giving her plenty of chance to pull away, but Emily couldn’t remember any of the reasons she should.

So, instead, she nudged her head forward and met Tara’s lips.

And Tara kissed just like she did everything else, with precision, care, and passion. Emily’s hands threaded through Tara’s hair as Tara’s hands ran down her back.

The first sweep of Tara’s tongue had Emily whimpering. Even if she was thinking clearly, she wouldn’t have been able to name a single person who’d even turned her into putty this quickly.

Emily kissed back with everything she had, fighting Tara’s tongue for dominance as they stumbled back towards the bed.

They both breathed heavily as they separated, Tara sat down on the bed and tugged Emily into her lap. Her hands ran down Emily’s side, settling on her hips. Tara stared at her with soft eyes and swollen lips and Emily thought she was the most beautiful thing in the whole world.

But as she stared at Tara her mind began to clear and the full reality of what Emily had just done hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Oh god.”  Emily gasped, eyes widening in horror. “Shit. No. Fuck. Oh god.” She scrambled out of Tara’s lap and off the bed, moving to the other side of the room to put as much space between them as possible.

“We can’t- I shouldn’t have- I-” Emily blew out a breath as she struggled to find what to say. Tara just stared at her confusion and hurt shining in her eyes.

“I’m your boss.” Emily settled on, looking at Tara with desperate eyes. “We can’t do that. We can’t be...” It hurt more than it should have. She could feel her heart cracking.

Tara stood up and approached Emily. “It’ll be okay. There are plenty of agents that have dated while being on the same team.”

Emily shook her head, “I’m your boss. It’s different. There are rules in place for a reason-”

Tara scoffed, “Yeah because of Rossi.” She tried to reach for Emily’s hand, but Emily just swatted her away. “Really, Em?” Her eyes flashed with hurt. “Look, I understand it’s not an ideal situation but are you telling me that you’re just going to be able to forget about what just happened?”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re both professionals. We don’t need to make a big deal out of this.” Emily said mostly to herself. Trying to convince herself that she hadn’t just fucked things up.

“Right. Fine.” Tara muttered, not able to hide the way it hurt. She shook her head and made to step away, but Emily’s hand flew out to stop her.

“Wait.” She waited until Tara met her eyes before releasing her wrist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt or upset you. I shouldn’t have let myself get sucked in. I should have stepped away instead of kissing you.”

Emily wanted to make this better, to get that sad look off of Tara’s face.

Tara sighed, “It’s fine, Emily. Let’s just eat and then go to bed. It’s late and I’m tired.”

It was barely 8 o’clock but Emily didn’t want to argue so instead she nodded her head.

The tension when they ate made Emily want to scream. They spoke strictly about the team, keeping the conversation light, and steadily avoiding brushing hands as they shared the bag of trail mix. It was more exhausting than the whole of Emily’s week combined.

By the time she crawled into bed, Emily was ready to hide under the covers and not come out for at least a week. She hated to think of what the next girls’ night would be like...

Tara turned the lights off, plunging the room into darkness before sliding into the bed. “Night.” She murmured.

“Goodnight.”

Emily rolled onto her side, facing away from the other women and tried to fall asleep.

The silence lasted for barely fifteen minutes before Tara sat back up, turned the lamp on and said, “You know what, It’s not fine.”

Emily rolled back over and sat up, wincing at the frustration in Tara’s face.

“You feel something too, right? This wasn’t just about sex. There’s something between us and I don’t want to ignore it just because of some bullshit fraternisation rules that only exist because Rossi is incapable of keeping it in his pants.”

“There are rules for a reason. What if something was to happen in the field, I wouldn’t be able to be objective. If I had to discipline you for a reason it would fuck with our relationship, and plus it would mess with your career if people knew you were sleeping with the boss.” Emily closed her eyes, blowing out a breath before looking at Tara with a pained smile. “I feel it too, okay? I-”

“Then stop fighting it,” Tara ordered. “I don’t care about any of that. We’ll make it work because I really like you Emily and I’m so tired of pretending I don’t.”

Emily’s body melted. Tara reached out and caressed her cheek causing Emily’s eyes to flutter close as she leaned into the contact.

“Let’s just give us a chance,” Tara whispered.

Emily opened her eyes, looking at Tara with adoration and love...because that’s what it was. It wasn’t an inconvenient crush or simple infatuation; Emily had fallen in love with Tara and there was no way of fighting that without breaking her own heart and possibly Tara’s in the process.

Emily steeled herself with a deep breath. “Okay.”

Tara’s eyes lit up in delight and Emily found the sight adorable.

“But we have to stay professional at work.”

“Yes, boss.” Tara teased before leaning in and meeting Emily in a soft kiss.

Emily hummed against her lips, “You’re gonna be the end of me, Tara Lewis.”

Tara chuckled, “Not if I can help it.”

She leaned back in and met Emily’s lips. After a few minutes, Emily groaned causing Tara to pull away with an amused look. “What?”

“I’m just imagining the teasing I’m going to receive from Rossi and JJ when they find out.”

“Well, let’s not think about that now.” She kissed Emily again.

“Yeah, you got a better idea?” Emily hummed in between kisses.

“I’ve got a few.”

Emily slid her hand up to Tara’s neck, dragging her in close and kissing the smirk off her face. Tara mewed and Emily just kissed her deeper, dragging her body down to hers and letting the rest of the world fade away as she focused solely on the beautiful woman on top of her.

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