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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago

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Part 2 to this post

When gay marriage became legal, everyone expected Steve and Eddie to run to the courthouse and get it done.

They’d waited long enough.

But they were watching the news on a hospital room television instead of their home, keeping Wayne company while he received his last chemo treatment.

It had been a really rough six months, Eddie taking the brunt of caring for Wayne so Steve could work and pay the bills for all of them. But they wanted to.

Wayne had done so much for both of them, he deserved to be taken care of now.

The doctors had said he was getting to an age where the chemo would most likely only extend his life by a few years at most, that the cancer growing in his body would only be stopped temporarily by this drug that made him weaker than any cancer could.

At first, he didn’t want it. He told them both it wasn’t worth putting his body through it at his age, but Eddie convinced him through tears that he wasn’t ready to let him go yet.

And Wayne always did have a soft spot for Eddie’s tears.

Every other Friday, Wayne was brought to the hospital by Eddie, sometimes accompanied by Steve if his day off lined up right, hooked up to an IV of fluids and a harsh chemo mix, and kept for observation for 8 hours to ensure it didn’t cause any major issues on his frailer than he’d like to admit body.

The last treatment hadn’t gone well. Wayne ended up having low oxygen levels and high blood pressure, so they kept him overnight. Overnight turned into 3 nights, four days, which is sort of like a cruise to the Bahamas if you take out the fact they were in a hospital in Indiana.

Steve was holding Eddie’s hand as they all watched the tv, their silver wedding bands from a decade ago resting on their ring fingers.

It didn’t have to be legal to mean something to them.

Wayne had been much livelier over the last 24 hours, his blood pressure back at a normal for him level, though his oxygen level still fluctuated between too low and normal.

“Would ya look at that? They did it.”

Steve looked over at where he was sitting up in bed, smiling at the tv.

“They did.”

Eddie was wiping a tear from his cheek.

“Took them long enough.”

Everyone in the room huffed out an unamused laugh.

It did take way too long.

“Steve.”

Steve looked back over to Wayne and noticed he was looking tired again, like the news was the only reason he’d been forcing himself to be awake.

“You remember that bet?”

They’d made a lot of bets over the years, usually during March Madness. Wayne purposely bet against Steve because it was an easy win, even though they liked the same teams and often had similar brackets.

So no, he didn’t really remember whatever bet he was talking about now.

“Oh come on. I’m the old one here. You’re supposed to have great memory.”

“I’ve had like, eight concussions. My memory is like a goldfish.”

Eddie snorted next to him and nodded in agreement. Just this morning Eddie had to remind him that it was trash day despite it being the same day every week for the last 17 years they’d lived in their house.

“You owe me $5.”

“I’d remember that.”

“Eddie asked for you.”

Steve and Eddie looked at each other with concern. Was Wayne having a stroke? Was he slowly losing lucidity? He’d never shown any signs of memory problems, but sometimes being in the hospital had a lot of negative effects.

“When Eddie woke up in ‘86. I told you he’d ask for ya first and he did. Never collected on the bet because you two were too much.”

Steve suddenly remembered everything from that day, tears pooling in his eyes at how all of this started.

If he hadn’t stayed to hold Eddie’s hand then, would he be holding it now? Would they be husbands in every way but legally?

Steve looked at Eddie with a smile.

Then he turned to Wayne and smirked.

“Bet you $5 I propose right now.”

Wayne smirked back at him.

“Bet you won’t.”

Steve gave him the look that said ‘just watch me’ and stood up, dropping to one knee slowly.

“Eddie Munson. We already wear rings. We’ve lived together as husbands for so long, I can’t even believe we aren’t actually married. But I want to be. I want to fill out the stupid paperwork at the courthouse and maybe plan a little wedding with our kids and family. I want to have a honeymoon and be young and in love even though we aren’t young anymore. I want to be yours in every way starting right now. How does that sound?”

Eddie was crying. He was always more emotional than Steve, he just hid it better. Usually.

“You wanna be mine?”

“I’m already yours. I just want us to have everything.”

“Then I wanna be yours.”

“Good.”

Eddie leaned forward and kissed him, more passionately than they usually ever did in public or around Wayne. It was a special occasion, though, what choice did they really have?

After a minute, Steve pulled away and looked over to Wayne.

“Sorry about your $5.”

“I’m not.”

Wayne had never been more pleased to not be able to collect on a bet.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ao3fic #tumblr drabbles #headcanon #part 2 #stranger things #my fic #wayne munson #future fic #wayne is old and sick here but he does not die

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software-instxbility · 2 months ago

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What im grieving the most is my loss of skills.

I used to be able to do reps of like 50 pushups; I'd compete against my scout leaders (who in retrospect probably let me win but my goal was just to impress them). I used to be able to walk around 80-100kms in 2 days during hikes. I'd dance on pointe shoes. I was always the one carrying all the groceries, the one boys and men wanted on their team. Now i use a cane to walk around my own room sometimes and use my braces more often than not. Some days even holding my phone is too much effort. I sleep all the time and then sleep some more.

I used to read entire books in a day, two at most. I was a writer, theater kid, dancer and musician. I was in the chess club. Now I can barely read or write a paper for college, can barely do my homework and I failed two years in a row. I write down everything because I have the memory of a goldfish from dissociative amnesia. I can only draw once in a blue moon, if im lucky.

I was on top of my class, id handle homework + studying + caring for my sister + my mother + my hobbies and activities + administration + ect. I was never home before 8-9 pm bc of my extracurriculars. Now im making myself communication cards because some days, speaking gets too much. im slowly but surely entering a nonsexual D/S relationship bc I need instructions for day-to-day chores and activities. I need reminders and alarms everywhere, all the time.

I was a real life Swiss army knife and now I'm turning into a human adult baby. It's not fair.

#actually mentally ill #child parentification #did/osdd #actually did #actually autistic #actually disabled #cripple punk #angry cripple #disability #heds #actually traumatized #mental illness #mentally exhausted #chronic illness #chronic pain #chronically ill #chronic fatigue #skill regression

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padfootscoldleathers · 2 months ago

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i'll leave (a light on) ch.5

ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4, ch.5

"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, pleeeease, Mary! Please! Come on!"

Marlene's on her knees on the stage floor at soundcheck. The band has just finished, but Mary hasn't gone on yet and Marls is now clutching her legs begging, begging, BEGGING to hear the song she and Sirius are going to perform tomorrow night.

"I already told you – you'll hear it on stage tomorrow night."

Marlene's body falls along Mary's legs which almost makes her fall over. "But that's so far away." She pouts up at her and has her hands on Mary's ankles now. Well, one ankle and a hunk of metal, but who really cares.

Mary smooths Marlene's hair over her head. "You'll survive."

"But what if I die? This is grand tier homophobia." She groans on her way down Mary’s legs to sprawl out on the stage floor.

"Okay," she whispers. "Hey, Cas! Littering ain't cool. Come get your kid– ACK!" Mary lands with a thump on the floor and glares death at a cackling Marlene who's squirming like a crab flipped on its back. When Mary moves to get to her feet Marls immediately lets loose a string of curses as she scrambles off the stage. She jumps off the side stage and scrapes her elbow.

"So aggressive. Save it for sex."

"I know where you sleep, McKinnon.”

"Good. It's a no-clothes zone, by the way." She shrugs, walking backwards and throws a piece of gum in her mouth. "Just a reminder." She stalks off backstage to Dorcas and Peter with a pop of her bubblegum.

When Mary turns to look out at the stands from the center stage she senses Sirius coming up behind her, even though she can't hear his footsteps. She knows why.

"What are you doing? I can see you in my side mirrors, stop creeping up on me."

Sirius walks up until they're side by side and squints incredulously at her. His eyebrows are as high as they can go and his eyelids are straining to stay close enough to call it a squint. "Your side mirrors?"

"I'm bilingual, okay? I forget words sometimes. You know what I mean. The corner of my eye. Stop squinting at me like that. You look like a newborn.

"One, rude. Two, your peripheral vision?"

"Tomato, tomato; they're synonyms in this context."

"Peripheral does not equate to a side mirror?"

"The way I see it, as long as you understand what I'm saying—it's a win. I have no respect for grammar."

"We'll circle back to this."

"No, we won't."

"It's because I'm a goldfish, isn't it?"

Mary swings her arm around his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her. "Yeah, your memory ain't all that hot, dushi. We still love you."

"Yeah, whatever. I love you too."

They stand there for a long time staring at the empty stadium. So this is the big leagues, she thinks. There was something about all this empty space and the way it amplified her insignificance; it was refreshing.

The rain made a mirror of the stage floor and showed her someone she hadn't seen in so long, but still recognised. The version of herself that was brave.

Mary could tell it was reaching for her. The vines were slowly winding their way up her legs, soon her torso, then her mind. It was undeniable in the way it lingers; the mourning to be someone you love. Again or for the very first time. It's a vague emotion until it's not and she could feel it. Her melancholia is growing, it never dies.

"Mavis."

"Yeah. Sorry." She pulled her eyes from the stage all across the stands and then to Sirius. All her excitement seeps from her pores and her breath comes out shaky with all of her nerves. And with it, a real smile, something that hadn't felt like it in so long.

"This is going to be the time of my life." Sirius matches her with all the enthusiasm he has left, which is, quite frankly, running on E, but he'll always have a smile for her.

“Scared?”

“Oh, terrified. In a good way. I feel like this marks the beginning of what’s going to be the happiest memories of my life.”

"Well, in that case, may it never end. July 25th, a day to remember." Sirius hands her a mic and turns to signal their audio guy.

The opening chords start playing and the tambourine might just be it. The beginning of something; something brave.

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The car ride to lunch is an actual disaster. They end up stopping at a Krispy Kreme for donuts because it's taking so long to decide where to go. Mister Kingsley Shacklebolt in particular has, frankly, had it from here to hell with them. Marlene and Sirius are talking over each other and can’t even agree between Mexican and Thai. It all stops though, when Kingsley comes to a hard brake and sends the two of them crashing forward into the seats in front of them.

"We know you can drive better than this." Marlene says, rubbing her cheek.

"Should learn to strap in outside of the bedroom." He takes the keys out of the ignition then jumps out and goes around the front to the other side to open the door for Minnie. Then the door in the middle for Dorcas, Mary and Peter and shut it leaving Sirius and Marlene in the backseat with nothing but a box of Krispy Kreme with a lonely donut.

"Did he just…?"

"This is a thousand percent on brand for him, Sirius, don't be surprised."

She holds the door open for him as he shimmies out of the van with a donut and an empty box, before Marlene grabs and crushes it.

"Really?"

She shrugs and throws it in some random trashcan on the sidewalk. "What is this place anyway?"

"I couldn't care less as long as they have something sizzling on a plate."

"I just hope it's not Indian again."

"Why are you such a hater? Why do you have the palette of a baby, an allergy to anything exercise and the immune system of a sickly Victorian child? And yet have the audacity to look like a jock?"

Sirius opens the door and holds it open with his back to face Marlene. "Survival of the fittest, Sirius. Girls don't really care if you're a picky eater when you're this hot."

"Survival of the fittest?"

She puts a condescending hand on his shoulder, looks him up and down, shakes her head then sighs out a ‘you’re hopeless.’

Sirius pulls his head back in offense then starts fake coughing all over her when she walks past him. Marlene's skeleton and all vital organs abandon her as her fleshbag body runs through the restaurant with Sirius hot on her heels.

"Don't! I actually do have an immune system worse than a preemie NICU baby!"

Minnie solidifies out of thin air and grabs them both by the ears before a worker comes to kick them out.

"Sit."

Marls and Sirius drop into the booth next to each other rigid as a stoner next to a drug dog. Seriousness all but nonexistent by half a strawberry glazed donut dangling desperately from his mouth.

"Sirius, what are you guys doing?" Peter asks with a high eyebrow.

"Wuht?" He bites into the donut and catches the rest of it before it makes a sticky pink mess all over his jeans.

"Can't you two read a sign?"

That's when Marlene and Sirius turn over their shoulders – and butt each other's head on the way there – to look at the coloured signs basically lining the door frame. Eyes specifically snagging on a sign with a dog silhouette with a bright red block sign over it.

Sirius slowly turns his head back to Peter. Then he sees Minnie with a hard smile trying not to laugh. "Don't be racist." That's when the Italian waiter decides to show up at their table with the heaviest accent ever to ask if they have a problem. Peter and Mary squint at Dorcas utterly confused and she's supposed to translate for her two baby idiots.

"He means dogs are also a race." They blink at each other understanding but still gobsmacked at how stupid it sounds.

"Your sign is racist." Marls tells the waiter as he asks for their order. Sirius hisses and jumps to cover her mouth while they all stare between Marls n Marco wide-eyed. All except Dorcas of course. Who has had to live with this for years.

"Pardon?"

Cue heaven sent Dorcas Meadowes to the rescue. She and Minnie distract and order. Almost everyone moves around and under the booth to get to who they want to sit next to. Sirius ends up next to Mary which he later realises will be a big mistake because she asks if he wants to see a magic trick. Of course, he says yes. What else is there to say? It's Mary.

She pulls out a water bottle from her purse and pours it into an empty glass on the table. Then she takes her glass and pours the water into his. When she's done she moves her hand around the cup like it's going to make magic happen. Next thing he knows – he's drenched. Water splashed all over his face and soaked in the front of his shirt.

"Refreshing."

"That's going on the band's main insta account." Peter snickers already typing up a caption for their insta story.

Sirius' eyebrows shoot all the way up and he strains to keep his eyes near closed and blinks to make that funny face of 'what.’

"Excuse me?"

Then Sirius' phone pings and he's tagged in the story of his own personal Percy Jackson showdown that he embarassingly, predictably, lost. With '#stayhydrated' after his username.

Sirius, then and there, pulls up one of his many many pictures of Pete sleeping in various acrobat level positions. Specifically that time he fell asleep in what was basically a king cobra pose, his foot caught in the cushions of the couch in the studio. He retaliates as is his birthright. In his following of this existential purpose, naturally, he posts it. Drool and all. And he tags Petey. Obviously.

Peter's lips purse like a squished sponge but he's already come to terms with the fact that there are tons of pictures of him like this on the internet and this won't be the last.

"Well played."

"Thank you."

Lots of jokes, munch, munch, yum, yum, if you don't know how to make Italian food it's borderline tasteless, blah, blah, blah. They had fun.

They're leaving when Sirius, still munching on garlic bread, asks if they weren't supposed to catch a movie.

"Yeah, but are you grandmas still up for that?"

Marlene rubs her stomach like there's something in there. "I'm still nursing a food baby but if you want to, Minnie, we'll go with you."

"Well the movie's at 8. So," she checks her pocket watch, "an hour and a half. What do you want to do in the meantime?" Minnie fiddles with the keys through her thin fingers. Mary snatches them and dashes to the car.

"Thank you." She points the keys at Peter while holding the passenger door open for Minnie."Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Petey's eyes light up and he runs to grab the keys from Mary and slide over the hood. "I'm driving!"

Mary looks at the pregnant food fetus carriers with her eyebrow cocked like a shotgun. "Get in or get an uber." Car doors slam with just Minnie, Peter and Mary in the jeep. Sirius trails after the girls to the car like he has nowhere to be. That's until the car starts reversing to drive off. Then it does. Slowly. Tauntingly. The back window over the tailgate opens and the jeep starts to pick up a bit.

Dorcas and Marlene sprint and launch themselves over the backdoor. Sirius almost doesn’t make it past the corner but does end up grabbing the support at the back end and swinging himself inside. He drops his head on the bed of the wrangler with a thump. Marlene's monologuing, on insta live with Mary's phone. "That, my dear friends, is what 5 years of jockdom looks like. Former athlete in the flesh. Emphasis on ‘former.’" Sirius glares at her through panted breaths, grabs the phone and flips the camera.

"You act as if I didn't hear you wheezing like you were choking up a hairball after Dori had to throw you into the jeep." He flips the camera back to his face with a low blush, "That's what 4 years of vicarious jockdom looks like." Mary leans over the backseat and scrambles his hair as a distraction to grab the phone from his clawing fingers. "Where are we going anyway?" He leans his head against the tailgate.

"The arcade."

"What about the movie?"

"Same place." Mary and Pete say in unison. It happens a lot. Childhood best friends and all that. They're also highschool friends with Alice and… that roommate they live with, who Sirius has never seen somehow.

"Pardon?"

"You little freshwater fish. Welcome to America. The arcades are in the cinema." Peter cranks up the radio and it's ‘paradise calling’ by Birdy.

They get there maybe half an hour later so they definitely killed some time. Between getting tickets and trying to figure out the arcade, then realising that you can’t just use money. You need a buy a card for the arcade and put money on it. When did everything get so complicated? They play, stand in line for popcorn and then drag Sirius and Marlene away from Dance Dance Evolution so they don't all miss the movie. There was never a dull moment.

The commercials finish rolling and then the movie kicks on. It feels really creepy at first with just a couple girls playing with dolls.

The movie ends and the lot of them are walking hand in hand out the cinema. Tears streaming down their faces and red noses. Dorcas is the first one to say anything since the credits rolled. She tilts her head almost totally confused like she almost can’t remember what happened only that she’s crying.

"What the fuck?"

i feel like the movie was pretty obvious and i know they would all cry. marlene specifically. last update for the next three weeks cause exams and my life is not my own, alas BUT next chapter IS the wolfstar finally meet so yay

@moonyswarmsweaters @sspadfoot @thingthatoncewastruee @probs-reading @cheekyboybeth

@starving-marauder-lover @yourlocalbadgerscales @taleofapart-timepoet @mirrs-ball @tea-blankets-andstars

@where-is-vivian @amberlink @wastingawayinmyroom @ashes-to-ashesxx @percabeth-trash

@equippedtolove @moon-girl88 @jamespotterbbg @drunktayloratthevmas @labyrinthhofmymind

@s0ggyguts @nyx-taylors-version @will-vs-the-homo-sapiens-adgenda @siriusly-insane

#marauders fic #dead gay wizards #marauders era #dorlene #i'll leave (a light on)#peter pettigrew #mary macdonald #sirius & mary #peter & sirius #mary & peter

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memepocalypse · 2 months ago

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Ted Lasso inspired starters

Some direct quotes from the show, some just inspired!

"I had a panic attack."

"Wanker!"

"All people are different people."

"How weird is it that margherita pizza doesn't have alcohol in it?"

"All human beings are opposed to the laugh police."

"We're going to win the whole damn thing."

"You gotta try."

"Be curious, not judgemental."

"Guys have underestimated me my whole life."

"Divorce is hard. It doesn't matter if you're the one leaving or if...you're the one who got left. It makes folks do crazy things."

"I think that if you care about someone and you got a little love in your heart, there ain't nothing you can't get through together."

"If God wanted games to end in a tie, She wouldn't have invented numbers, all right?"

"It's the hope that kills you."

"It's funny to think about the things in your life that can make you cry just knowing that they existed, can then become the same thing that make you cry knowing that they're now gone."

"I want you to be grateful that you're going through this sad moment with all these other folks."

"Doing the right thing is never the wrong thing."

"Boy, I love meeting people's moms. It's like reading an instruction manual as to why they're nuts."

"I think that if you care about someone and you got a little love in your heart, there ain't nothing you can't get through together."

"Don't let the wisdom of age be wasted on you."

"Here's an idea that's gonna help a little or hurt a whole lot. Who needs a drink?"

"I come bearing sweet treats to numb the sting of defeat."

"She's got some fences, alright, but you just gotta hop over 'em."

"If the internet has taught us anything, it's that sometimes it's easier to speak our minds anonymously."

"You know what the happiest animal on Earth is? It's a goldfish. Y'know why? It's got a 10-second memory. Be a goldfish."

"Tea is horrible. Absolute garbage water. I don't know why y'all do that."

"Taking on a challenge is a lot like riding a horse, isn't it? If you're comfortable while you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong."

"I was just tryin' to comfort you."

"Thank you and fuck you."

"Hey, look, kind of hurts my feelings y'all don't want to spend next weekend with me, if I'm being honest. But I am the strong silent type, so I ain't gonna let you know. But I'm also loud and weak, because I, like all humans, contain multitudes."

"You are a sleepwalker. I don't know what else to tell you."

#rp #starter #rp starter #starters #prompt #roleplay #roleplay meme #rp meme #prompts #meme

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chishiyae · 1 year ago

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— OUT WITH A BANG ! [𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜] e42! miles morales, e1610!miles morales, spider noir, and hobie brown

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ summer is coming to an end, which means carnivals are making their final rounds before closing for good. so, what better way to round off the summer than to take your lover to one?

a/n. — this is literally just me coping with the fact summer is ending (+ i ran out of motivation for hobie guys i’m so sorry)

E42!MILES, will never be that boyfriend who spends a lot of money (whether he has it or not) on carnival games. let alone spend an hour trying to win you a stuffed animal. if he doesn't win whatever you want in the first two tries, he'll just ask the stand worker if he can buy it from them. now, as ridiculous as it may sound, given the amount of money he offers on the spot, the workers sometimes just give in. rather having free money than a stuffed animal. you hate the fact that he bribes his way of getting it. you could’ve gone to build a bear if you wanted him to buy you a stuffed animal. but you didn't want that; you brought him to the carnival for a reason. for bonding time. and playing games together was apart of that. but did you intend to tell him? no. because it’d look like you’re forcing it, so you stated that bribery wouldn’t work (until it did). and if that were to happen, because miles can't let things go, a conversation can go something like this:

“told you i’d get it, princesa,” miles brags. he’s walking alongside you, a smirk on his face as he watches you holding your stuffed bear.

you just shake your head, choosing not to say anything to him. that way, you avoid giving him any form of satisfaction. the satisfaction of anything. even kissing if it came down to it.

he nudges your arm, and you just glare at him. he put up his hands in defense, saying, "my bad.”

you sigh, “c’mon, we need to go to the ticket booth.”

miles just snorts, resting a hand on your shoulder.

other than that, he really only comes for the food. he loves funnel cakes, and he'd carry your stuff while you went from ride to ride or game to game while he ate and watched.

not that he doesn't go on rides; it just depends on how he feels. he has unhealthy urges to feel the drop of his stomach on some days, but not on others. if you ask him enough times on a day when he doesn't want to go, he'll give in, but will give you the option of him going on that or the ferris wheel. he's not doing both.

E1610!MILES, spends half of his time at the carnival focused on the goldfish you won. making sure that it’s not knocked over or pushed around too much. it's better to go home at that point. because the longer you stay, he'll just rant about the fish needing a tank and wanting to get it out of the bag.

prior to the fish, he'd been really excited to go with you to the carnival. you two definitely planned this a week in advance so that he could make sure that his time was free, so he's been thinking about it nonstop for the past week.

after he waves goodbye to his parents, your hand is instantly grabbed and you two run to the rides together (him dragging you), and the rest is history.

i say that because the next hour ends in throw up. miles goes on every ride possible, so it's not just a small amount of vomit in his throat that he can swallow. it's a lot more than that. not exactly a pleasant memory, especially given the stares he received when he had his head hanging over a trash can. but it's all good, at least you two got to relax for a minute before getting up to play carnival games. a break is always helpful.

or maybe you should’ve stayed put and relaxed a little longer. maybe you wouldn't have ended up at the fish prize game that way. miles seemed to be more interested with the fish than with you…

SPIDERNOIR, is confused — but acts collected. the. entire. time. he might not show it, but he’s confused.

for starters, this would be the first time he'd ever been to a carnival that wasn't all live music and exotic animals; after all, it isn't the 1930s. he'd be sent to modern times (your dimension), where most games are rigged and rides need a little more attention and caution than is given.

he was wary of the rides once you explained how they operated. not only because of how they looked, but also because of a few incidences you told him about (you really should've left that part out). so he tried everything to keep you from getting on one. when you walked? he'd put his hand around your shoulder so that whenever he spotted a ride, he could walk the other way, dragging you along with him. he’s just trying to keep you safe. if you love carnival rides, you'd notice his actions and end up going on a ride against his will. after all, you didn't buy those tickets for nothing. he'd hold your stuff and wait for you just by the iron bars, eyes tracking your every move. when you get off, his hand is back over your shoulder, and he decides that under any circumstances, he isn't letting go.

instead, you'd spend the rest of your time at carnival games. somewhere that peter feels he can protect you. but you don't mind, not with him playing darts against you. he'd let you win only to watch you smile and brag about it, because if he didn't, he'd win, and that's not much of a prize, now is it?

gift giving is one of his love languages, and you can guarantee he’ll get you one here. he tries to win everything you want, and even after he's won you a couple of bears, he brings you flowers from the ground as something extra to give you. yeah. i’d call it a romantic act. it's like something out of a movie.

HOBIE, is in love with the rush of riding rollercoasters. that being said, he drags you on all the rides, and it's best not to ask questions because he'll just say, "the rides ain’t even scary, they ain’t got scary ones here." or “i’ll be righ’ by ya side, love.” when it comes down to it, if you really don't want to go on one, he won't make you. however, he will go on them by himself while you watch. then, when he gets off, he'll tell you all about his thoughts and feelings during the ride. you merely roll your eyes when he suggest you should've gone.

because it's packed, a hand is on your waist the entire time you two are walking, and he’s positioned behind you. if he thinks you're walking too fast, he'll pull your belt loops to get you closer. he's does it to keep you from being lost in the crowd, but he can't stop himself from lingering his fingers over the waistband of your jeans.

#「𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒」#so many writings to be posted .. to be written .. and so many ideas #definitely not proofread #earth 42 miles morales × reader #miles morales x reader #spider noir x reader #hobie brown x reader #astv x reader #miles morales x y/n #hobie brown x y/n #spider noir x y/n #earth 42 miles morales #astv x y/n #astv x you

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nonokoko-draws · 1 year ago

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"Let's see, then it'll be one meat sandwich, large fries to share, two grape sodas and...um... I'm sorry, could you repeat your order please?"

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Joining @twst-the-night-away fan event Disorder up! because it sounded fun and I can't say no to 50s cafe themes, also with this I had an excuse to draw my main yuusona on twst style hehe. Edit: Their name is Kooky now❗

Card resources made by @alchemivich. I apologise if there's any mistakes with the Japanese name, I used Google translator so if anyone knows Japanese it could help me to know the correct translation. Noko's voicelines below (The first sentence above would be the summon line btw) ↓↓↓

Groooovy!!: It's seven thaumarks in total...is that right though?...hmm, wait, let me check it out again just in case.

Home: How did I end up in this? Well, let's just say I was in the wrong place at the wrong time...and I can't let the chance of being rewarded somehow pass.

Home Idle 1: The Old Sage has a very colorful retro aesthetic that reminds me of cafes from the 50s-70s of my world. I like it.

Home Idle 2: Malmal would surely enjoy coming to places like this with pals. Unfortunately, I believe the waiters would be intimidated by him, F.

Home Idle 3: Sometimes I have thought about applying for a job at the Mostro Lounge, but working for Azul would mean being in his debt and I'd prefer to avoid that.

Home Idle - Login: Hi! welcome to The Old Sage. What it'll be today?

Home Idle - Groovy: One advantage of serving here is that they let us take away leftovers. Good thing Grim likes to eat anything.

Home Tap 1: Cay-cay usually takes me to cafe "dates", he gets cammable pics and I eat all the sweets he asks for. Win-win for both of us amirite?

Home Tap 2: In my world there's this tale about a waitress who didn't prioritised romance and dreamed of having her own business instead; in the end she had her own restaurant and got married. I wish I was as hardworking as her, or at least have that luck in love too.

Home Tap 3: Making a good balance between employment, studies and free time is difficult. If my grades were already bad enough without working now I think they are going to be lower...

Home Tap 4: My mom worked in hospitality so I already had an idea of what it's like. Anyway, I ain't planning on being a waitress longterm so I think she and I agree on that.

Home Tap 5: Working while wearing a dress can be problematic if you fall or the wind picks it up. That's why I wear shorts underneath whenever I wear skirts and dresses.

Home Tap - Groovy: With my goldfish memory and clumsiness level I sure think I'm not fit for this role, but the uniform and tips are far better than working as a janitor IMO.

#artists on tumblr #my art #nonokoko's art #twst yuu #twst mc #yuusona #twisted wonderland #disorder up!#I'm not entirely sure if I like the fanart result but I gave up lol #twst kooky (🐰🌸)

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esc-is-holding-me-hostage · 2 years ago

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Final thoughts/rant/whatever

- Yeah, Greece giving Cyprus meager 4 points meant that it's all doomed

- The real crimes of the juries were putting Israel 2nd and Estonia 5th

- My tweet asking Ukrainians not to vote for Poland got a surprising 1000+ likes and retweets. And guess what? IT DIDN'T FUCKING MATTER, 'CAUSE WE GAVE 12 POINTS TO POLAND ANYWAY сукакурванахуйблядь I hate it here

- Slovenia in the 21st place is makes me wanna put on Joker (hehe) makeup

- Germany putting in effort and still being dead last is just sad

And now for the big thing

Do I think that the show was "rigged" in Loreen's favor? No.

But I'm still upset and the difference of 163 points between her and jury's second place is absolutely fucking baffling.

The jury vote system is designed in such a way that huge point gaps are less likely to occur AND YET. May I remind you that in 2019 correcting the votes of one (1) country changed the jury winner.

I'm sure they will try to change the system somehow next year. After all, we've got the current system after Sweden won as a jury 1st, televote 3rd place.

That said. Oh my god, can you guys fucking chill? Stop with these ridiculous conspiracy theories. "It's because of ABBA's win anniversary", "Melfest was purposely made bad so she could win" - jeeeesus.

Loreen was second in the televote, she got points from literally every country except for Finland (obviously), it's not like she was pushed to the winning spot from out of the top 10. People, a lot of people, voted for her. She did have the whole package with a good song, great vocals and great staging. It's not like the juries handed Bridges a win.

Do you all have the memory of a goldfish and don't remember KEiiNO? Who also won the televote but not the whole thing? This is not the first time this is happenned, come on, shit like this is bound to occur sometimes.

"The juries were put in place because of the anti Eastern-European sentiment, we don't need them anymore". Yes, and also because the contest was filled with shit-tier joke entries fighting for the televotes.

"The televoters know what's best!" After 5 points (last place) to Blanca and 81 points (8th) to Blanka? After 16 points to Austria? Really?

Look. I am also upset at the result. I turned off my TV before the winner's repriese, for fuck's sake. I expected Loreen to fight for that 1st jury spot. I expected Käärijä to get between 60 and 100 jury points so I could give up my hopes before they even started announcing the televote results. But he was in the 4th spot, and I thought that maybe, just maybe he can still win. And that's why you should never get your expectations up, kids.

tl;dr: Käärijä deserved to win, but making up fucking conspiracy theories to justify your fave not winning is stupid and you all should chill and stream Cha Cha Cha or something. Give the green man those 0.003 dollars.

#esc #eurovision

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sweetbrier2908 · 1 year ago

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little things the demon brothers do for each other

silly little headcanon of mine, no proofread

lucifer: keeps something remind him of his little brothers on his office’s desk: a golden ring, a goldfish bowl (he enjoys watching the fish swims), a standing mini cat figure which you can put something on their arms/ legs, a pink glitter pen which magic ink he never use but still has it in his pen stand, a burger-shaped coaster and a cow-faced mug. silly, you’re right. too proud to say he love them and also too proud to let them see what he has on his desk. so that’s why his study is called secret study.

mammon: takes blame for his brothers’ actions (mostly belphie and beel because ya know, they’re the youngest) and always the first one who realizes if his brothers acting weird and gets panic (i mean they’re all weirdos but someday they’re just weirder than normal). also he’s sometimes the only one who can calm lucifer down so always try to talks it out first before lucifer punished his little brothers (which actually happened in memory card “paying back what’s owed”). one more thing that he tries to buy or win stuffs for his brothers: like levi’s concert ticket, asmo’s limited purse and so on.

levi: making his brothers handmade stuffs, fixing his brothers’ clothes (mostly asmo’s clothes or belphie’s pillows and plushies), inviting them over his room for a game-night. he actually spends time a lot with his brothers but he doesn’t realize. also, i loves that him really cherishes everything his brothers gave him - literally everything (such as beel’s drawing of ruri), he will handle them with lot of love! also he definitely is the one who orders most stuffs for his brothers, since he spends hours and hours on akuzon.

satan: prepares his brothers’ favorite dishes when he realizes they’re feeling down. helps them with their homework, makes sure they wake up on time. literally he does every single little things he can to take care for his brothers. remember when he was so amazing that his brothers started to propose him? yes, that’s my man.

asmo: picking out clothes for his brothers! asmo is the family’s stylish! his brothers entrust their clothes to him. he’s the one who notices which brother is lack of sleep, which brother is not having enough water and reminds them, which brother wears any different item than usual then makes comment about it. THE MOST IMPORTANT, HE PAINTS HIS BROTHERS’ NAILS. this is how everyone knows that they’re family. asmo and mammon are the two who plan every single party for the brothers.

beel: making sure they eat enough. beel does everything for his brothers (as long as they treat him food, but most of the time, because he cares so much about his brothers, he’s a gentle giant, he’s a sweetheart). asmo needs someone to carry all of his shopping bags? beel’s on it. lucifer needs someone to run errands? he can always trust beel. levi wants someone to play games with? beel’s always ready. he literally does everything: carrying belphie around (back and forth from HoL to RAD, to Demon Lord’s Castle,…),. go picking up levi when he gets lost (canon!). he’s the kindest of them all so everyone tends to ask him for help since he’s not gonna questioning.

belphie: the most spoiled brat. his brothers go easy on him and literally spoils him in every way they can. he complains about everything but in the end, just like his twin, he always help them out as much as he can. he let asmo dress him, he joins satan’s prank on lucifer, he makes sure to show up on every beel’s game and makes sure his twin can see him. you know that belphie sometimes is the one who gives the best advice ever.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me headcanon #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub #obey me shall we date

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rippi-17 · 7 months ago

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I have a serious weakness. Sometimes, it is a blessing, and I know it is, but most of the time it's annoying, or detrimental

I... have a bad memory. Like, really bad. My favourite comparison would be that of 1/2 of a goldfish, or a hard disk that is being magnetized every 2 minutes.

It's depressing knowing that everything I know of my past is severely limited and constantly degrading, in such a way that my oldest memory is when I was 8. I know it since I remember myself thinking about it years ago...

The only way to preserve a memory is to think about it, and think about it, and resonate with it. Even if what remains from it is just an outline (ergo, I remember i had arguments against me being autistic, but I don't remember them what they were, only that I believed in my argument enough to consider it a win), i can at least piece

But even that's not enough. If I do something repeatedly, I can remember it, like the lyrics or the beats of my favourite music, but that doesn't mean I can recall it as i please. I tried writing the lyrics of a song one time, with no guidance, and only got certain catchy phrases out of them, or the last phonetic sound I can hear.

This may be considered the drawback to my superpower of being able to manipulate others with my words, feelings, emotion and just by listening (read having extreme charisma to people I know of).

The thing is, I like the drawback more than I like my power. Being able to use my charisma for anything is despicable for me. Because no matter how good the advice of a friend is, they may not be able to make use of it themselves.

Why do I like having my drawback of not having a good memory? Well, most use (read happen to be used) this to forget their teenager days. Some use it to forget traumatic events. i like to feel like I have a chance at my ultimate dream and goal.

I like to feel like i am special, that there is really no one with a similar situation in the world. That I'm the one that can achieve my dream, and that i and I deserve It.

Or well, I can believe and i can hope.

#anyways guys are my writing skills good?#I consider this character to have hopes for his dreams #and to make himself a god in any way #also i cleverly used I and i to refer to both personalities of this character #Should I write a book? A fireproof book obviously #Do you have enough clues about what the young guy's dream is? first to guess gets a kiss from me #muah <3 #BTW I'm curently writing a fanfic over at ao3 #its called #My Cancer Academia #you should leave a comment there. I really like it and i hope it gets as good as i remember planning it.

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hollow-prey · 1 year ago

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so I've been thinking. You know what's funny about me and Julian? I cannot for the life of me remember where I first heard of Arcana. Because it wasn't a recent discovery, it's been sitting in the back of my mind for ages and I finally decided to check it out after getting fed up with a different game.

I'm almost 99% sure I heard about Arcana through Tumblr. I must have. Because I'm pretty sure I saw a promo post for it float across my dash at some point several years ago, saved the post to my likes, and made a mental note to check it out at some point. Normally, with stuff like that, I tend to forget about it within a couple of days because I sometimes have the memory of a goldfish, even if something genuinely interests me. But I didn't. Somehow, I held onto the thought of Arcana for years. And now that I've finally gotten around to playing it, it's made me curious about trying to find that initial introductory post again.

I tried skimming through my likes the other day to see if I can find the post, but unfortunately, since it's been so long and a lot of blogs I used to follow or save posts from have been deactivated/deleted, it's entirely possible that the blog I saved the post from no longer exists, and therefore the post is lost.

I just find it funny that some specific set of circumstances led me to somehow learning about The Arcana a few years back. And I somehow remembered it after all these years, holding onto the thought until the time was right to check it out. If we wanna be mega extra indulgent, it feels like another case of my f/os reaching out across dimensions and leaving tiny hints that would keep me thinking about them and lead me back to them. Like Julian saw me first when I saw that post so long ago and was determined to make sure I came back to him. I didn't even know who he was or what the story was about but I remembered the name of the source, and something kept me hooked and kept it in my mind until I was finally curious enough to start the game myself. And when I did, I fell for Julian as soon as I saw him.

Idk, I just like to think of little ties and coincidences that lead me to my f/os, and it's fun to indulge myself in thinking that it's them reaching out and doing what they can to catch my attention and win my heart. Like they're trying to court me but they have to do it across alternate dimensions and they can't directly influence any part of my world so they have to settle for small, subtle leads to draw me in

#ellie rambles #fortune favored #DOES ANY OF THIS MAKE SENSE OR DO I JUST SOUND COMPLETELY UNHINGED AT THIS POINT

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reclaimingthewildsoul · 1 year ago

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Why do I love the show "Ted Lasso" so much?

I love this show because it deals with people who have real issues and who all eventually face their fears and demons and become who they truly are.

The show has many threads and storylines involving all the characters, and often falls back on the deep message of “BELIEVE”, and also vulnerability, forgiveness, kindness and being part of a team. The focus is on working together for the betterment of the whole, being kind and not judgmental.

It presents a refreshing look at the world for me. I have watched the entire 3 seasons, 34 episodes, many times and will most likely continue to watch because every time I watch an episode I still get something out of it that I hadn’t before.

Here are some of my most favourite quotes from the show

1. "Be curious, not judgmental"

2. "Doing the right thing is never the wrong thing."

3. "I have a really tricky time hearing folks that don’t believe in themselves."

4. “Change Isn’t About Trying To Be Perfect. Perfection Sucks. Perfect Is Boring.”

5. "You know what the happiest animal on Earth is? It's a goldfish. It has a 10-second memory. Be a goldfish."

6. "For me, success is not about the wins and losses. It's about helping these young fellas be the best versions of themselves on and off the field."

7. "I think that if you care about someone and you got a little love in your heart, there ain't nothing you can't get through together."

8. “I think that you might be so sure that you’re one in a million that sometimes you forget that out there, you’re just one of 11.”

9. "Taking on a challenge is a lot like riding a horse, isn't it? If you're comfortable while you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong."

10. "I promise you there is something worse out there than being sad, and that's being alone and being sad. Ain't no one in this room alone.

11. “Humility is not thinking less of yourself, but thinking of yourself less”.

12. “I hope that none of us are judged by the actions of our weakest moments; but rather by the strength we show when and if we are given a second chance”

13. “Gezellig”

14. "Find out before you flip out"

15. “You know, Rupert, guys have underestimated me my entire life. And for years, I never understood why. It used to really bother me. But then one day, I was driving my little boy to school and I saw this quote by Walt Whitman and it was painted on the wall there. It said, Be curious, not judgmental. I like that. So I get back in my car and I'm driving to work, and all of a sudden it hits me. All them fellas that used to belittle me, not a single one of them were curious. You know, they thought they had everything all figured out. So they judged everything, and they judged everyone. And I realized that they're underestimating me... who I was had nothing to do with it, cause if they were curious, they would've asked questions. You know? Questions like, "Have you played a lot of darts, Ted?" To which I would've answered, "Yes, sir. Every Sunday afternoon at a sports bar with my father, from age ten till I was 16, when he passed away". Barbecue sauce

And if you haven’t watched the show these quotes, especially the last one, may not mean much to you, but if you have, you will remember the power of the words.

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bookuya · 3 years ago

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hey traveler, it's me yoimiya!! remember me? ㋡ if you're wondering why my handwriting is suddenly nice, i'm actually making thoma write this for me! i would write it myself but my penmanship is not the best, and you deserve the best! i hope this letter reached you quickly but fear not... i will hand deliver this to you if needed!╹▽╹

how have you been doing since we last met? what have you been doing? it's okay if you haven't done anything productive though! i really hope you aren't still mad at me for cheating winning in rock, paper, scissors! i really didn't mean to change the shape, my hand seemed to move on it's own! if it makes you feel better, i can tell you a story the next time we meet again. which should be soon, i can't wait for long! (so don't keep me waiting •‿•)

oh yeah! i have something for you too! i won a pet goldfish the last time we had a festival obviously. i think you would be the best person to take care of it! you're so nice and beautiful and bright in my eyes... like fireworks! you would be the best owner for it!

i still think about you sometimes, like when i breathe in the fresh morning air. it reminds me of the time where we watched fireworks all night long! the cold breeze was sothing soothing on my face, i liked that memory a lot! we share a lot of great memories. we better make some more when you visit again!

i wish i could be talking to you face to face right now. just hearing your voice makes me eager to hang out again! but writing to you already makes me so happy, so this is fine too. as long as i can still make you happy through a letter then that's all that matters!

send a letter back to me as soon as possible, okay? i miss you tons and tons and tons! if not then i might have to go to you myself. here comes yoimiya!

i'm going to say goodbye now, don't miss me too much! let me know when you are free to see me once more!!

"add a smiley face right here!" yoimiya demanded, looking over thoma's shoulder as he was writing a letter that was soon to be sent to you. yoimiya pointed at a certain spot on the page before moving her hand elsewhere, motioning for the male to add another smiley face.

for another few minutes yoimiya kept talking, the words coming out from her mouth starting to get written on paper from thoma's hand. after a certain phrase she stopped talking, peering at the paper before her eyes widened and she gasped.

"what? is something wrong?" thoma questioned worriedly.

"you spelled 'soothing' wrong! why does it have two os?" yoimiya complained. she pointed at the word on the paper in an accusingly manner.

"that's how it's supposed to be spelled, right?" thoma erased the word and wrote it again with only one o, showing it to her when he was done. "see how weird it looks now?"

"oh..." yoimiya's eyebrows furrowed and once again her eyes widened when thoma was about to erase the mistake. "wait no! you already erased it once! what if you rip the paper??"

"we can tape the back," thoma chuckled.

"no-no! it has to be perfect, or else traveler might not like it!!" yoimiya started to run around the table, visibly freaking out. what if you thought she wasn't serious? she meant everything she said on the paper afterall! it had to be the best, afterall it would sent to the best!

"here," thoma calmly grabbed yoimiya's wrist, making her halt in her movements. he continued to cross out the word and write it properly again. "how about this? it looks fine right?"

"i guess so... wait, i did not cheat!! cross that word out too!"

a/n: a little thing i wrote up. i feel like things have been a bit moody and gloomy for people recently on tumblr, so here you go! yoimiya sending you a letter. i hope this was comfortable even if it was short :)

tags: @noirkkat, @tiny-aroace, @ben6ett, @abyssheart, @starglitterz, @blisschi, @heavensbeloved, @mystic-helena , @kachuuha-deactivated20210720, @xmellows, @rim0na, @glazelilyy, @yanbub, @urujiako, @zaultar, @seerie , @blossomiich, @mika-zuko, @bluexiao, @akinokisetsu, @childe-support, @ariesreii, @storytravelled, @aelatus, @give-xiao-almond-tofu, @afchicken

bold: i can't tag you for some reason!

#a little comfortish letter i wrote up :)#this is meant for you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yoimiya x reader #yoimiya fluff #genshin fluff #bookuya

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wheelsup · 4 years ago

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a friendly bet

category: fluff/humor, spencer x reader warnings: briefly jealous Spencer word count: 1.34k A/N: this blurb was requested by loml @rigatonireid! the prompts are: "you're absolutely dreadful" + "you're my favorite know-it-all"

Spencer Reid really does know it all. His intelligence might be the most attractive thing about him — tied with his face, his hair, his height, his kind eyes.... Maybe Spencer Reid is just overall attractive and you love everything about him, inside and out.

So yes, you’re completely biased on the topic of your boyfriend, but you are aware not everyone shares this fondness of his brain.

He can’t really help that he corrects people all the time — his impulse just takes the steering wheel and makes his mouth move before he can consider if it’s appropriate to comment. The rest of the team is familiar with the quirk, but even they still take offense from time to time.

And the strangers you meet on cases are even less receptive to it. Local law enforcement tends to think that the FBI only shows up to throw their weight around their city, and Reid’s little know-it-all interjections only increase the tension.

It makes it that much harder to get along with them, which isn’t always something your team can afford when the stakes are high. So, you decided to make him a friendly bet that he couldn’t go one whole day without correcting someone on an instance it wasn’t truly necessary.

“I thought you liked my rambling?” Spencer’s bottom lip curled into a pout that you quickly smoothed away with your thumbs.

“I do! I just… think it might make things easier if you hold back a little. Some of the guys here are getting their feelings hurt.” You laughed and stroked his cheek, coaxing a smile out of him. Your proposition wasn’t a criticism of him. It was of everyone else.

“There’s no way I correct people that much,” Spencer scoffed and rolled his eyes, playfully pushing your face away from him like you were being ridiculous.

“Then take the bet and we’ll find out.”

And sorry to say, there was a way.

Not an hour into the day, the vein on Spencer’s forehead was at danger of bursting through his skin. It only came out when he was angry or deep in focus, and you really couldn’t pick which of the two were causing it now. (It was a bit of both.)

This morning, you were trailing about thirty feet behind everyone when coming into the station and Spencer, being the good boyfriend he is, held the door open for you the extra ten seconds. The receptionist at the front desk subsequently chewed him out about ‘letting all of the cold air come into the office’.

That was Spencer’s first test of the day.

Surely, every person in the world knows that’s not how thermodynamics work. Not even close. And if she didn’t know that, that was definitely cause for concern. So really, this felt like a necessary time for Spencer to speak up. For her sake.

But he saw the way your eyebrow quirked up and he knew it was a challenge. It was too easy of a win for you. So he decided to bite his tongue and apologize for the inconvenience.

His second test rose from an argument between Morgan and Prentiss. The barista Hotch picked up drinks from messed up the team’s order and they discovered they were short one coffee. Both threw empty threats at the other and insisted they needed the drink more, but it had come to a stalemate.

“Emily, I worked late last night.”

“What happened to ladies first?” She slid the cup to herself, and Morgan snatched it right back.

“I’m not seeing any lady here!”

Before Emily tossed her chair at Morgan’s head, Hotch suggested they just flip a coin to make it totally fair.

Spencer’s brain was screaming inside: The odds of a coin toss are actually 51/49! Trials have shown that a coin favors landing on the side that was facing up when it was thrown, so really, whoever picks that side has a better chance!

It isn’t so much a correction as it is a fun fact. A harmless little fun fact, surely people would like to hear it! He should share it, they’ll love it.

But you remembered Spencer telling you about this once before, and your eyes are narrowing on him with a smug expression.

‘Come on. Tell them’ your face seems to say. He knows it’s bait, and he doesn’t bite. Thirty-seven minutes into the day. He can do it.

And to your surprise, he did last. For a while. (A while being an hour and twenty-four minutes.)

After the morning briefing, Spencer saw some young male deputy follow you into the conference room. Where you were working. Alone. Why the hell did he need to speak to you alone?

He’s tall with cover-boy good looks (much like Spencer himself), but the thing that Spencer hated most about him was the way he’d been looking at you all week. It’s a nicer word than Spencer would use — he’d say it was more like staring. Watching. Creeping.

Yeah, that’s the one. He’s a creep and Spencer’s very suspicious of him.

So, he did what anyone would do and hid behind a tall potted plant near the window to peek into the room through the blinds. (It’s very inconspicuous, they should use him to go undercover sometime.)

“Can I help you with something?” You gave a polite, tight-lipped smile.

“Yeah, I was just, uh—” he forced a laugh and rubbed his neck in some lame attempt to be charming that made Spencer roll his eyes. “I was wondering if you could fill me in on the investigation.”

He placed a couple of files onto the table next to you and rested a hand on the back of your chair.

You blinked uncomfortably between his sudden proximity and the flirtatious expression adorning his face. “Oh, uh, did you miss the briefing?”

He shook his head no. He was there, he was just making an excuse to come talk to you.

“Could you talk me through it again? I guess I’ve got the memory of a goldfish.” He flashed a smile and leaned his elbow on the table, effectively boxing you in with his whole body.

Before you could tell him to kindly fuck off, you got distracted by the sound of rustling leaves. Then four seconds later, Spencer burst in through the door.

“Actually!” he huffed, a little out of breath, “Goldfish have a long-term memory ranging from three to five months.” Once he catches it, he crosses his arms over his chest and straightens out his spine to make himself bigger. “So you should be able to figure it out on your own. Unless your brain is smaller than a goldfish’s, of course.”

You have to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing at the deputy’s beet-red face. Spencer scrambled to pick up the files and shoved them back into the deputy’s arms as he “gently” ushered him out the door.

“That was cute of you.” You left a soft kiss on that protruding forehead vein that was finally beginning to go away. “You lost, by the way.”

“There’s no way you’re making me do this.” Spencer stood in front of your bathroom mirror with the grimmest expression on his face.

“Sorry, cutie, but you lost,” you teased, preening his hair into place.

A few weeks ago you saw an old picture of Spencer with his hair slicked back, and it’s all you’ve been thinking about ever since. You thought it made him look model-level good and begged him to do it again, but he was of a different opinion. Now, he had no choice in the matter.

“I can’t go to work like this, I’ll look like a joke. There has to be something else!”

“This is the only thing I want.”

He sighed, shoulders sinking as his whole body deflated. “You’re absolutely dreadful.”

You planted a sloppy, exaggerated kiss on his furrowed brows and continued combing the gel into his hair. “And you are my favorite know-it-all.”

visual aid (tumblr wouldn't let me insert it ugh)

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broken tags: @iamonlyhereforcriminalmindsthings

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid insert #criminal minds fic #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds self insert #mgg #criminal minds #my fic #pinned

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yyxgin · 4 years ago

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7 days (lee minho)

pairing: lee minho x gn reader genre: fluff, best friends to lovers au, college au word count: 3.7 k warnings: swearing, mention of alcohol in like one sentence listen to: 7 days - nct dream requested by: anon

synopsis: you confess your love to your best friend for a whole week before he finally takes it seriously.

THINGS YOU SAID MASTERLIST 28) things you said in the dark

MONDAY

Lee Minho is your best friend. Now, Lee Felix would disagree and say you’re in love with him, and your roommate might be right, but you’ll never actually admit it to him. You managed to hide your feelings for the older boy for far too long now and you’re not just going to lose your streak for nothing, right?

Wrong.

Well, it’s not your fault that you have to break the little promise you gave to yourself. It’s all on Lee Felix and his pathetic bet. You should have known better than to make bets with a short Australian boy, but you guess even your brain has its dark moments and this was surely one of them.

“I bet you’ll forget to take out the things from the dishwasher before I come back from my afternoon class,” he prompts to say while putting on his shoes in the hall, glaring at you after a small argument you two had over who is the dirtier one in your apartment (it’s obviously Felix. He just can’t stand the truth).

“Oh yeah? What are we betting on, then?” you mock him, pouting in annoyance.

“If I come back and the dishwasher is still full, you’ll have to confess to Minho. No excuses.” he spits at you, putting on his coat and taking his backpack from the floor, looking like an angry cat.

You snort at his comment. “As if,” you roll your eyes, “okay, deal. And if I don’t forget and you lose this bet, you’ll have to clean for the whole year alone. I’m not helping in the slightest.” you bark at him, watching him open the door and snickering at your proposal.

“Right. Okay,” he nods his head, getting out of your shared apartment, “deal.”

Now, this was a huge deal for you. It was important for you to win this bet, because, well, you hate cleaning. And on top of that, you can’t just confess to your best friend out of the blue, right? That would be horrible. Everyone would have thought you paid much attention to your task and that you actually did what you had to do-- take the dishes out of the dishwasher for once. It was easy!

Well… you see… Friends were on the TV.

Isn’t that enough of a reasoning for you forgetting? No?

Okay, right, maybe you do have a memory of a goldfish. But it’s totally not your fault that the episode that was running was just your favorite and Felix’s afternoon class wasn’t as long as you thought it was going to be!

Needless to say, Felix came home to a full dishwasher and a shit-eating grin on his face announcing his victory, bringing you back to your senses.

“Oh no..” you curse under your breath, fear in your eyes.

“Do it. Now,” he orders, “call him. I can’t believe you actually forgot.” he shakes his head, laughing to himself, “oh, well, I did think you would, but something inside of me still had a little bit of hope.” he shrugs, watching you nervously sweat under his gaze.

“I can’t!”

“It was a bet, you little bitch! Do it now or I’m telling him!” he yells, motioning to your phone and glaring at you for the thousandth time that day, making you take it with shaky fingers and a deep sigh coming out of your mouth, dialing your best friend’s number, because truth be told, maybe you do fear your roommate just a little bit. He is short, but full of angst and rage for this world and you didn’t want to be the victim of that.

“Hello?” Minho asks, making you tremble even more with the reality hitting you.

“M-Minho?” you call into the phone, biting on your nails as you put your phone on speaker so Felix can watch you do the biggest mistake of your short life.

“Yeah?” he asks nonchalantly, making your heart skip a beat.

“I love you.” you deadpan, hearing the other side of the line get silent. It’s not an outcome you predicted, but it’s not the one you would like to hear either.

After a while, there’s a short snicker coming out of the speaker followed by a teasing question that makes you instantly roll your eyes. “Who doesn’t?”

And you chose this as your object of interest? You huff, instantly getting irritated as all of your nerves leave your body. “I love you, Minho.”

“Did you drink?” he asks, “I mean, I know it’s only like 4pm or something, but with you and Felix living together, you never know…”

“No, I didn’t drink anything. I’m completely sober-” you prompt to say, getting cut off by your best friend again, his voice coming out in a rushed statement.

“Okay, I have a class in like 5 minutes and I haven’t gone out of my apartment yet, so please don’t get wasted and I’ll see you soon, bye!” and with that, he gives you no time to answer as he ends the call, leaving you sitting shocked in your living room with a silent phone in your hand and a moment to take in.

“So... I guess it went good?” you mumble, raising your eyebrows at your roommate that just shakes his head at you.

“You’re gonna try tomorrow again. I’m not letting you go before he takes your confession seriously.”

“Felix-”

“No excuses.” he glares.

You had to clean out the dishwasher that afternoon anyway.

TUESDAY

You decide to follow your promise you gave to Felix, because in your words, mamma ain’t raise no bitch, and you also, admittedly, can’t stop thinking about the words you said to him ever since you got them out of your mouth. There was a sense of relief overflowing your body after your confession that tells you that maybe, this wasn’t such a bad idea as you first thought it was.

You confess to your best friend on the second day of the week again. It’s tuesday and you two meet in a coffee shop, talking about how your week was. You two were quite busy with school and classes, so it was hard for you two to talk, but you quickly caught up and your conversations were still as comfortable as ever, as if nothing happened and you didn’t just spill out your heart to him the day before.

You think that maybe, he even forgot. Who knows? Lee Minho was quite the individual.

Once the barista calls for his name and he comes to take his order, you watch him with a look you only imagine can resonate the textbook version of heart eyes. It’s hard for you to look anywhere else-- you have eyes only for him. It’s quite silly, you think. You managed to fall for him even though all he’s ever done was tease you and laugh at you.

Well… that’s not all. And you know that. To a stranger, it might seem like your relationship is strictly like two siblings. You two tease each other more than you actually have serious talks, but that doesn’t mean Minho isn’t a good listener that always offers you the most honest advice. His humour is also the only thing that could get you through your hard days sometimes and for that, you’re forever thankful.

So once you step outside of the coffee shop and walk side by side on the sidewalk, you decide to go for it again. Because what could go wrong, right?

“Minho, I love you.” you say, voice much more steadier than yesterday, watching him react.

But exactly in the moment you do so, the cup of coffee in his hands slips out of his grasp and falls to the ground, making him wince and scowl, because truth be told, his only love is and always has been the americano now spilled all over the concrete.

“A terrible decision, really.” he mutters, taking the empty cup from the ground and throwing it out to the bin, sighing to himself.

You offer to share your coffee with him. He teases you for drinking latte.

WEDNESDAY

Wednesdays are the hardest for your best friend. You know this, because you know him too well. You know his schedule by heart and you also know when he’s having a hard time-- you are his best friend, after all. You can see it on him even in the slightest change in his eyes.

You visit him at his apartment on Wednesday with some takeout in your hand, knowing he doesn’t have the time and energy to cook on this particular day.

His classes start in the early morning and they end in the late afternoon-- leaving him exhausted, only to be going to his dance classes in the evening. They always tire him out even more. It breaks your heart to see him getting home with dark circles under his eyes and fair skin, but you can’t really do anything about it-- it’s his schedule, after all. All you can do for him is be there with takeout in your hand, waiting on his bright yellow sofa (you were strongly against this color, but he just didn’t care about your opinion. Or he bought it just for the exact same reason, who knows) until he comes home, ready to hear him complain about his day.

And he does exactly that-- he comes home a few minutes after you sneaked into his apartment with the spare key he nonchalantly gave you once when you hung out, falling down face-first onto the sofa with an exaggerated sigh, screaming into the cushions.

“Hard day?” you ask, voice soft and considerate.

He answers you with a hum before he sits up again, coming closer to where you’re sitting on the sofa, taking the takeout from the bag sitting at the coffee table and sitting on the floor in front of you, right between your legs. You don’t know why he does that, but it’s become a tradition at this point-- he sits at the floor, even though he has plenty of space on the sofa to sit on, and you sit right behind him, legs on either side of his body, nudging him with your heels when you feel like teasing him.

“Thanks for coming,” he mumbles, getting the chopsticks and munching on his food, chewing out loud-- a sign that it tastes good and you made a good choice on picking his dinner today.

“It’s not a big deal, I always come over anyways,” you answer, smiling down at him.

He only nods at you, but you see his composure shift in the way he aimlessly stares at the wall-- he doesn’t feel good. It’s not only the exhaustion today. There must be something else going on.

“Are you okay?” you ask, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” he nods, continuing to eat, “it’s just… I feel so useless today.” he shrugs, snickering to himself.

“Why?” you simply state.

“We’re learning this new choreography and I just can’t get it right…” he mumbles, not once meeting your eye as he explains what’s on his mind. Minho doesn’t say a lot, but somehow, you always entirely know how he feels.

You sigh, shifting a little in your seat so you’re closer to the boy sitting on the floor, tenderly bringing your fingers into his hair. You brush it away from his forehead, playing with it, as you quietly speak up, wanting to heal your best friend’s heavy heart.

“It’s just a bad day, Minho. It will be okay, I promise. You just have to rest, okay?” you mumble, continuing to play with his hair. “You’ll get the dancing right in no time. So don’t worry about that, yeah?”

“Hmm,” he hums in a mix of pleasure and acknowledgement, closing his eyes momentarily before he puts the empty box of takeout on the coffee table and leans back into your touch, “fine. Wanna sleep over and watch a movie?”

You shake your head in disbelief at how quickly his mood changes, giggling. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he nods, but doesn’t move from your touch. You watch him from up close, tracing the sculpted features of his face, admiring his beauty, when you decide to say the three words again, nonchalantly and randomly, as always.

“I love you, Minho.”

“Thanks.”

THURSDAY

You wake up to the sunlight aggressively shining into your eyes, scowling a little and cursing at Lee Minho under your breath, because he is the only person you know that doesn’t close their blinds before going to sleep. You thank the gods for not having a morning class today, trying to force yourself to go back to sleep, when you hear loud cursing from the kitchen, prompting you to hurriedly stand up and rush to the room, watching a disaster happen right in front of your eyes.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-” you hear, seeing something set to flames on the stove-- you think it’s eggs, by the carton placed on the kitchen counter, but you really can’t recognise the object when it’s coal black and burning.

“What’s going on?” you nervously ask, watching the scene unfold.

“A fire.” your best friend says, making you laugh.

You just shake your head at him, taking a seat at his kitchen table, not even rushing to help. Watching him struggle is much more fun anyway, and you know he’ll figure it out eventually-- he’s an engineering student. He’s smart.

“Are you not going to help?” he glares at you, putting the pan under the sink, flashing water on the hot surface.

“Not really, no,” you shake your head in innocence, seeing how the hot oil reacts with water in a small explosion, almost burning your best friend’s fingers off as he quickly lets go of the object and curses loudly again, taking a step back.

“How did this all even happen?” you ask, watching him sigh and take out another pan, cracking an egg on top of it and letting it cook.

“I was looking for Dori and forgot I had eggs on the stove…” he scratches the back of his head, laughing a little at himself.

“Right. Yeah. Why didn’t I think of that? I’m such an idiot,” you propose, laughing with him. It’s such a Minho thing to do, you don’t even feel surprised anymore.

Minho then finishes cooking the eggs, serving them to you on a small, white plate, acting like a chef as he takes a seat on the chair opposite of yours, eating his own creation as well.

“Is it good?” he asks, watching you fierclessly nod at him with big eyes and full mouth.

“It’s amazing. I was starving, really, so these eggs really hit different right now,” you mumble out, “Thanks Minho, I love you.”

It slips out casually now. It’s been four days and your best friend doesn’t seem to notice the change in your behaviour, but you don’t really even care at this point. Maybe it’s easier for you this way, after all.

Minho just hysterically laughs at you like a maniac this time, not even finding words to say back as he finishes the breakfast he made with so much struggle, and maybe even the tiniest bit of care.

FRIDAY

The cars behind the window blur into themselves as you drive down the street, sitting on the passenger seat of your best friend’s car. You smile fondly at him when he shortly glances at you from his place, driving with ease down the neighbourhood you live in, the raindrops angrily falling at the surface of the car making it hard for the two of you to even listen to music on your drive home.

“Thanks for driving me home, you’re a lifesaver,” you say when you’re near your apartment complex.

“Well, I have to take care of you since you’re too stupid to get driver’s licence,” he shrugs, grining.

“I’m not stupid!”

“You failed the test twice!”

“I was stressed!” you argue, laughing at him.

He shakes his head at you, parking in front of your building, waiting for you to get out with your things and run into your apartment. You don’t forget your ritual, though, looking him in the eye before you leave, muttering the cursed eight letters again before saying goodbye.

“I love you.”

“Why?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. There’s a hint of amusement hitting his features, but confusion is a feeling overpowering on his face when he speaks to you.

“What do you mean, why?” you shake your head.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because it’s true?” you answer, sounding more like a question, though, watching his expression change into even more confused one.

“But like… why?”

“That’s a stupid question.” you scoff. You feel your palms sweating, trying to nonchalantly wipe them on your pants, the stress finally falling on your shoulders when you’re being questioned.

“It’s not. Answer me.” he insists, pouting at you like a little child in the store when their parents don't want to buy them something.

“Because you’re my best friend? I don’t know,” you sigh, hurriedly taking your backpack from the floor, opening the door wide to escape the conversation, “bye!”

You run into your apartment, breathing heavily as you take off your shoes and reach the living room, seeing your roommate laying sprawled out on the sofa in his usual manner. This is a situation for a short australian man to cope with, if you’ve ever seen one.

“Felix, I think I fucked up.”

SATURDAY

After a long, long conversation with Felix about your feelings and how you think you ruined it all, you think your mood couldn’t be worse. You feel like you either completely missed your chance by telling Minho you love him only because he’s your best friend, or you messed it all up and made your friendship awkward by saying so and he finally caught on to what your words really mean.

You walk around the apartment like a stressed-out shell without a soul, chewing on your bottom lip at all times, when you hear the bell on your door ring, throwing you out of your thoughts as you run to see who’s there bugging you in the late hours of the evening.

“What are you doing here so late?” you ask Minho, caught off-guard.

“I was bored,” he shrugs, looking down to his feet. You want the ground to swallow you whole. It’s suddenly hard to stand there in front of him-- it only deepens how embarrassed and frustrated you feel.

“Do you wanna go out for a walk?” he asks, raising his eyebrows up at you in question.

“Sure,” you shrug, following him outside.

You walk by his side, feeling your hands slightly brush against each other from time to time, making you shudder with the unexpected contact. You’ve never felt more nervous than now-- and you took your driving test twice, so that really tells you something.

“Why are you so quiet? Did something happen?” he asks, slightly nudging you with his elbow.

“What? No,” you shake your head, “everything’s fine.” you smile.

“Are you sure? I know I can be a dick sometimes, but you know I’m always here for you,” he says, gazing into your face with such fondness it actually comforts you.

“Yeah, I know,” you nod, “thanks.” you sigh.

A few more steps later, though, the sentence slips out of your mouth again, and you don’t even try to fight it as you let it go. It feels natural to say it now. You’re getting used to it, yet, the feeling he makes you feel always somehow shifts-- but still stays the same as well.

“I love you.”

A nervous laugh is all he gives you, hugging you to his side with his arm, keeping you close to shield you from the cold.

SUNDAY

And when the clock passes midnight and Minho’s still sitting in your room, you feel like somehow, you two have never been closer. You managed to confess to him every day for the past week and he’s still by your side. It’s a change to your relationship, but you don’t feel like it’s causing you trouble anymore.

You sit in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. You don’t have a clue why he didn’t want to leave yet, but you don’t mind him staying. He brings your soul another kind of comfort-- like the morning by the sea, just listening to the waves hitting the shore, the distant chirping of birds lulling you back to sleep.

His hands rest on your calves, your legs thrown over his lap as he sits up on your bed, his back pressed against the wall. You lay there, watching him in the moonlight. You had to turn the lights off, because Felix’s room is right opposite yours and the landlord didn’t let you change the door, meaning you both had an old, white door with a big glass window in the middle of it, letting the lights shine right to the other’s room at night.

He tickles you in the spark of the moment, making you laugh quietly. You don’t want to wake Felix up, or else he’ll get mad at you, and once again, you don’t play with a short australian boy, or you’ll get burned-- you know that by now.

“Stop it!” you whisper-shout at him, sitting up and moving away from him.

He chases you on the bed, though, his fingers laying everywhere on your body, lightly tickling the skin of your stomach when his hands slip under your pyjama shirt. You push them away, squeeking with the coldness of his fingertips, tears threatening to fall from your eyes at the force of your laugh.

He stops, falling down to the bed next to you, heavy breathing being the only thing heard in the quiet room. His hand slowly makes its way to your thigh, resting there delicately. You curse at the butterflies rising in your stomach-- you want to shout at them to go away, but hell, is it a good feeling. It’s like you’re torturing yourself, but it’s a sweet torture. You wouldn’t change it in the slightest.

And so then and there, after confessing to him for six days straight, you decide to try again, with as much sincerity as you can, because suddenly, there’s something inside of you telling you that this time, it might actually work.

“I love you.”

And perhaps, you’re not wrong, because with the shuffling of the sheets, he turns his body to yours, facing you. He stares into your eyes, smiling softly at your face, the action looking angelic sitting on his features.

“I love you too,” he confesses in the dark.

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jetaime-jespere · 4 years ago

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Sandcastles

A very pointless, fluffy, and short little piece for the lovely @sequinsmile-x 💓 Set in the WSNE universe, a little snippet inside the Hotchner family vacation, featuring a few old friends and Aaron in a pair of swim trunks (you're welcome for the visual).

“Mommy!”

Nora’s excited shrieks can barely be heard over the calming crash of the ocean waves just a few yards away. Her daughter, a spitting image of herself even at seven years old, is covered head to toe in sand with a shovel in one hand and a plastic bucket in the other. “Mommy, come look at the sand castle Daddy and Uncle Shane are making!” Nora nearly trips over her own two feet as she dashes through hot sand toward the ocean, tangled dark hair flying behind her.

Emily smiles and exchanges a knowing look with Allison. Her friend holds a sleeping baby to her chest - their third, just five months old- and balances a beer bottle in the other. She’d always been an efficient multi-tasker. “I’ll go this time.” Emily checks to make sure Leo is still sleeping peacefully on the blanket under the massive umbrella, relieved he wasn’t woken by Nora’s enthusiasm. “You went last time.”

“Thanks,” Allison sighs with relief, shifts the baby on her chest. “Send Jude up here if you can.” She already has a bottle of sunscreen in her free hand. “He’s going to fight me on this sunscreen. I just know it.”

Nora meets her closer to the waves, dragging her by the hand to where Aaron and Shane are hard at work, surrounded by even more beach toys. They’re also covered in sand, exchanging laughs as they work. In the forty five minutes they’ve been gone, they’ve managed to construct one of the biggest sand castles Emily has ever seen, much to Nora’s delight. Shane and Allison’s daughter Harper is persistently asking Shane to make the towers taller, and Shane obliges, his mild annoyance overpowered with adoration for her. Nora chatters on about princesses and dragons, which princess lives in which tower, how much they have left to build. It’s a chaotic mess, but a sight that makes Emily’s heart swell with joy. Family vacations were the one luxury she never experienced as a child. It isn’t their first trip, but one they desperately needed, one full of memories she’ll hold dear.

“Look, Mommy! Daddy even made a moat around the castle.” Nora points to it - it’s already been lined with shells, undoubtedly from the massive collection she’s accumulated in the last few days of vacation. Some big, others small, but all carefully selected from her high standards.

“How do we break it to her that she can’t take home all five buckets of shells?” Aaron had asked Emily the day before.

“You’ll just have to win her a stuffed animal at the amusement park,” Emily had quipped in response. “She saw an elephant there the other night. Trust me she hasn’t forgotten about it.”

“You know who else doesn’t forget a thing?” Aaron had murmured, lovingly bumping his hip into Emily’s. “She learned from you.”

Emily appeases her daughter, allowing Nora to pull her in a circle around the castle. She points out every tower, every detail, and for a moment it’s like looking at a younger version of herself. She winks at Aaron, who heaves another shovel full of sand to begin the much anticipated second layer of the castle. It’s a stark contrast from his usual every day suit, to see him in dark blue swim trunks and nothing else, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing with each dig. The kid-sized shovel looks miniature in his hands. “Working hard I see?”

“You have no idea.” Aaron winks back, a smile breaking on his face when he sees his wife. He told her earlier that morning, but he’s fairly certain vacation-mode Emily might be his favorite - hair in a loose bun at the nape of her neck, the sleek black swimsuit hugging her body, not a trace of makeup on her face. “Grab a shovel,” he jokes. “Start helping.”

“In your dreams.” Emily brushes some sand from his shoulders, his hair. “Daddy looks like he needs a break. Uncle Shane too.” Emily laughs as Shane starts corralling Harper and Jude, swinging each of them into his arms towards their chairs.

“Daddy definitely needs a break,” Aaron pulls himself to his feet, wiping sand from his hands. “Let’s get a snack, Nora. Ask Uncle Shane to help you find the goldfish. And don’t wake your brother from his nap.”

“Okay, Daddy!” She beams, and runs off with beach toys in each hand. “Uncle Shane! Can you help me find the goldfish?!”

“She’s definitely going to wake Leo,” Emily says softly as Aaron wraps an arm around her waist. “She’s always had a knack for that.” They’re close enough to the ocean that waves lap softly at their ankles, the water cold. She jumps a little; Aaron tightens his grip around her. “Where’s Jack?”

“He met a bunch of kids playing paddle ball a little while ago. They’re in the ocean now.” Aaron points out their son right before a huge wave crashes over his head, sending him under. “I’m keeping an eye on him.”

“He’s having fun.” Emily smiles, rests her head against Aaron’s bare shoulder. “You are covered in sand, you know.”

“Oh, trust me, I know. It’s everywhere.” He kisses her, quick and discreet, then takes her hand.

“You’re the one who insisted on a beach vacation. It’s going to be everywhere for weeks, you know.” Emily sighs, breathing in the scent of him. A mix of sunscreen and salty sea air. Even slightly disheveled, she’s never loved him more than she does right then.

“Worth it though, right?” He squeezes her hand, pulls her against him. “Look how happy they are.” He gestures to their children - Nora and Leo, now awake, happily sitting on a beach blanket with Harper and Jude - and then Jack, laughing and carefree.

“Absolutely.” Emily follows his gaze around. Every once in a while, she wonders just how she ever got this lucky. Even years later, she sometimes has to stop and take it all in - how far they’ve come, how much they’ve been through. “Just maybe next time a bit less sandy.”

Aaron is about to answer before a familiar voice interrupts them yet again - Nora, ever insistent, barreling towards them with an entirely different set of sand toys in her hands. “Daddy! You said we’d finish the castle after my snack!”

Aaron presses a kiss to Emily’s cheek, smiling apologetically as he turns toward their daughter, lifts her into his arms and tosses her in the air, sand flying everywhere. Emily looks away out of habit, even though she knows Aaron will catch her every time. “I did?”

“Put me down, Daddy! It’s castle time!” Nora giggles, her face lit up with joy. “You promised!”

“I did, honey. You’re right.” He sets Nora down on both feet. “Go get us started. Pick the shells you want for the next part. I’ll be right there.” They both watch her run away, only speaking once she’s out of earshot.

“You’re in high demand,” Emily smirks with amusement. “Glad I could steal you away for a few minutes.”

Aaron laughs, low into her ear, draws her in with a hand on her back. “I have a few plans for you and me later, sweetheart.” He holds her just a few seconds longer, his eyes dark and full of want. “Just the two of us.”

Emily’s eyes sparkle, another smile twisting on her lips. “Care to share?” She murmurs, digging her nails lightly into his arm.

Aaron grins devilishly. “I would, but I have a sand castle to finish.”

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #wsne #we see no end universe #this might be the shortest thing I've ever written #I wrote this on the beach #and then my favorite ring got devoured by the ocean so its been a day over here

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