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starlitiris · 13 days ago

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MORE POLYAMAROUS HEADCANONS NEOW!!!! /lh /nf

GULP. SIR YES SIR!!!!! o7

More Sebastian x Reader x Painter Headcanons

To feed the hungry fish & puter smoochers

And its actually headcanons this time instead of a fanfic of how you started dating! Forgive me if this is little rushed :,)

I was gonna add my shitty divider again but i’ll spare you this time

Living Arrangements:

So. It’s probably worth mentioning that in this silly little au, you and your significant others share a nice house near the ocean. It’s a safe house, hours and HOURS away from the nearest town. You get food sent to you every couple weeks courtesy of Innovation Inc, and they keep your utilities and such running as well. All of those assets you three provided to them were very appreciated and was enough in their eyes to warrant such a freedom (even though you guys deserved it anyway), but they still asked that you do some work for them. It’s mostly all remote work that you three do from home, but it keeps you all busy.

With that boring stuff out of the way, though- you guys love visiting the beach! It smells amazing, it looks beautiful, and with all of you being there together… it’s just perfect. You try to mostly go after the sun starts to set for the sake of Sebastian’s eyes. Especially with all the bright ass sand all over the beach, the daylight is BLINDING. But the sunsets on the beach are beautiful, and it never gets too cold out there.

Sebastian likes to just soak in the water. It’s cozy. Sometimes you’ll go out and swim with him, but for the most part, you and him try to stay on the shore or in the shallow end of the water. Painter isn’t waterproof. He cannot swim 😔. You guys are thinking about asking Innovation Inc if they could maybe fix that.

Your house has two bedrooms, one bathroom, a big living room, and nice kitchen, another room you guys turned into an office, and a big and beautiful back porch with an amazing view and a nice awning that covers it. Sebastian loves the porch because he can fit on it, and he loves the awning because owie ouch the sun it burns his eyes. The bedrooms aren’t really used since, well… you only would’ve needed one anyway, but Sebastian doesn’t exactly fit in either of them – comfortably, that is. So one of the bedrooms became Painter’s are studio, and you all turn the living room into your bedroom at night. Which leads me into other more specific (and hopefully shorter) headcanons.

Sleeping Arrangements:

You all sleep within the coils of Sebastian’s tail. You and Painter are always cuddling, and Sebastian will be either snuggling into one of your guys’ sides, or he’ll just lay down with his large upper body laid out on top of the both of you. Sebastian doesn’t often find himself in need of blankets or pillows, but if you and Painter are using them, then so is he. He likes to be under the blankies on top of u two to leech off of urs and Painter’s body heat :)

As for pillows… well obviously you guys are his pillows duhh

And you would think with Painter being a clunky robot that he wouldn’t be that comfy to snuggle with, but his snuggles are actually pretty cozy. He’s warm because of his running machinery, but he usually doesn’t get too hot. As long as he isn’t covered in a heavy blanket while the house is warm or whatever.

If you’re the type that loves weighted blankets then I’m sure you LOVE this sleeping arrangement. Sebastian’s size and weight is the perfect amount of crushing and Painter is always latched onto you like you’re his lifeline. If you’re opposed to this, then… well. You can try to shimmy out of the suffocation and maybe make some compromises with your significant others, but those two are too clingy to let you escape. I’m sorry. This is your life now.

Love Languages:

I can’t speak for you on what your love language is obviously, but I will happily explain the other two!

When it comes to expressing love, I imagine that Painter’s love languages are mainly acts of service and gift giving. He loves to do things for you and Sebastian and see you guys smile and be happy about it!! It fills him with so so much joy. He even took up cooking because he wanted to find other ways he could do nice things for you two. Thankfully him being a silly puter makes him decent at cooking. He did a ridiculous amount of research to make sure he would do it right. And of course he paints for you guys!

As for receiving, words of affirmation and quality time really show him that you guys love him dearly. ESPECIALLY words of affirmation. Please tell him you love him and cherish him and appreciate everything he is everyday it makes him feel so very loved.

Sebastian’s love language when it comes to expressing is mainly quality time. Just being in yours and Painter’s presence is enough for him most days. Whether you’re sitting in silence doing your own things, chatting his ear off, chatting with him, or doing anything together, it’s how he shows that he loves you. Sometimes he’ll follow you and Painter around the house like a lost puppy. To be fair, Painter does that with both of you too on occasion, but I think it’s safe to say that Sebastian does it the most.

Sebastian is a little distant. He isn’t one to ask for affection, he rarely opens up about things when he should, and overall he’s still trying to get used to… everything. Freedom, safety, some semblance of a domestic life, and having people around that love him and that he can be himself around. He’s still trying to learn that he doesn’t have to fight to stay alive anymore. So he’s distant. He knows he is. He tries to make up for it by doing things with you and Painter that he knows you both enjoy, and being around you as much as he can. Though, the following you around like a lost puppy thing is moreso him being clingy and traumatized and not wanting you out of his sight for too long. He loves you both and loves seeing you and watching you do things.

Anyway, when it comes to receiving, Sebastian’s love language is probably also quality time. And, on occasion, physical affection. He can be iffy about touch sometimes, understandably so – but there are moments where he’ll let you and Painter touch him, and it feels

Safe.

It feels safe, and right, and okay, and he won’t want it to end. He is severely touch starved and knows you and Painter would never hurt him.

I’m sorry I didn’t mean for this to get a little sad but I’m The Angst Author™️ and I can’t help myself LMFAO

Jealousy:

It’s okay to have jealousy arise in poly relationships. We are human (Painter is human enough in my book and Sebastian still counts) and jealousy is normal. What’s important is how you go about it. I just felt the need to say that before continuing with my fictional poly headcanons. Anyway!

Just like with the love languages section, I cannot speak for you and how jealous you get or how you deal with it. But the other two teehee

Painter gets jealous the most. It’s mostly when he sees you and Sebastian being affectionate with each other or having a good time without him. When he does get jealous, he doesn’t really… communicate about it so much as he comically inserts himself into whatever you and Sebastian have going on.

“Dooon’t mind me, just gonna squeeze in here!” He’ll say as he wedges himself between you and Sebastian wherever you’re cuddling or whatever

It’s cute. You don’t need Painter to say that he’s jealous for you two to know when he’s feeling that way. He’s a little obvious. So, whenever you guys see that he’s feeling jealous, you make sure to shower him in love to make him feel better and let him know that he’s always welcome to be included. :)!!

Sebastian is the exact opposite of Painter. He’s quiet about it. He tries not to let on that he’s jealous. But he also becomes a little more reserved when he gets jealous, so you and Painter can usually tell something is up. It took a little while for you and Painter to get him to start admitting to getting a little jealous sometimes, and during that conversation Sebastian said he knew how stupid it was that he ever gets jealous at all – but of course, because you and Painter are amazing partners, you were quick to reassure him that it was okay and showered him in love <33. The both of you eventually learned how to catch on to when Sebastian gets jealous, even if it’s a little hard to notice sometimes. But the more time goes on and you and Painter reassure him that you’ll never leave him behind, the easier it gets for him to open up about it, or not feel jealous at all.

And then there’s you. As I said, I can’t speak for you and how you get jealous, BUT. If you ever do get jealous and Sebastian and Painter catch on, they’ll be sure to drag you into whatever they’re doing and remind you how much they love and adore you. And they’ll be annoying about it, too. They’ll get excessively corny and affectionate on purpose and tell you how you’re the most beautiful person in the world and don’t know WHAT they would do without u ☹️!!!! Ur just so perfect and they’re soo lucky that an angel like U!!!! Loves THEM!!!!! And ur just so great and amazing and adorable and attractive!!!!!

“Sebastian, I can’t breATHE-” You would shout while your fish boyfriend is crushing you to death with his body weight.

“Neither can I when I’m around u” He’ll say dramatically, with a very dramatic and very fake sad look on his face.

Painter is also contributing to flattening you like a cute little pancake.

“Get OFF” you demand.

“We can’t!!! We just love you SOOO much, separating from you would be too unbearable!!” Painter says. Dramatically. While nuzzling you with his screen.

“Urgh- at least turn down your brightness, your screen is burning my eyes!” You complain.

Painter complies. “Oh, I’m so sorry honeybunches, I didn’t mean to!! How could I do such a thing to your beautiful gorgeous eyes :(!!!!” DRAMA QUEEN!!!

“You did not just call me ‘honeybunches’,” you say.

“He did,” Sebastian confirms.

“I did,” Painter also confirms.

“I hate you both,” you sigh.

“Nuh uh,” Painter retorts.

“You love usss,” Sebastian teases.

They’re a pain in the ass.

But they’re your pains in the ass, and you’re not actually as bothered by these situations as you let on.

They know that. That’s why they keep doing it.

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icarusredwings · 9 days ago

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Thinking about kid wade sick days.

Not for littles who don't like violence.

Wade has been curled up in the corner of their bed, sleeping on and off for hours, shaking, trying to stay silent as if he would get introuble if he made any noise. He had the comforter over top of him, holding pillows tightly as singular slow tears ran down his face. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to eat. He didn't want to play. He didn't want to pet puppins. He didn't want to go to the park. He didn't even want Vanessa.

Once inawhile, Logan would hear a soft "....oow." Come from the room, but his voice was tight and high pitched. If it wasn't for their super hearing they wouldn't hear him at all.

Al had suggested that they just leave him alone. That there was nothing they could do for him and bugging him was probably making it worse. "Logan.. Just let him cry himself to sleep.. its the only thing he can do right now."

"I can't just let him cry himself to sleep. He hurts."

"Sugar, he's hurting 24/7. It's only showing today because he's little and doesn't understand. If there was something I could do, I would. But for now it just seems he wants to be alone."

It hurt Logans heart to hear this. No one should have to be alone and suffer except for him. Wade didn't deserve all this pain. He especially didn't deserve it now.

".. He only wants to be alone right now because no one ever took care of him. He was left alone his entire life... you get used to it.. well too fucking bad." He mutters, deciding to bring him some orange juice in his cup.

"Wade?" He had asked. But he didn't awnser.

".. Kiddo?" Logan whispers, setting the cup down close to his head, rubbing his back softly.

"....ow" he whimpered

"I know.. can I come in?" He asks, sliding his hand under the blanket, wiggling his fingers slightly.

"Ow.." he says again, not budging.

"No? Okay... well... I'm going to stay here.. okay?" He says, laying back, letting his weight sink Wade close to him, hoping he would cuddle up to him instead of feeling so alone.

The small slide that he did was silent, the "bmph" being the blankets and pillows protesting but not Wade.

".. ok"

So Logan laid with him, humming and rubbing his back until he moved on his own to curl into his side. "Hey.." he whispers to him, only getting another "..ow.." in return.

"I know... i know." Logan would shush him, keeping him warm and, at one point, let Wade hold his entire arm under the duvet. It was a bit too warm for him. The feverish skin, his fluffy pants, the thick blanket, the pillows. It made him so warm. It was an uncomfortable type, but he enderred it anyway, letting Wade cling to him like it was the cure to cancer itself.

It eventually turned into Wade putting his head and arm on his chest, bringing more of him into his cocoon to the point it looked like over time the blanket was eating Logan until Wade was fully curled up on top of him, no longer shaking.

He let Kitty hold him, rubbing his back and whispering sweet nothings to him. It was so warm under here that you could probably remove the blanket, and the amount of heat Logan has conducted would have probably been enough to still keep him warm.

"Alright.. come on." He says, feeling a bit too much on fire, imagining how terrible and delusional he must be with this.

"Ow.."

"I know, but you're too hot Wade."

There was a little giggle under the blanket as Logan scoffed. "Not like that and you know it. I-i mean. You are but.. not now- t-The temputure kind!" He explained, kind of hating that he understood some flirt terms.

"Come on. Up."

"No... owie."

"Wade, you have to eat something. It's been 6 hours since you've drank anything."

"b-But my tummy hurts.." he whimpers, not wanting to move. He felt like if he did, he would vomit instantly and collapse from the stabbing and twisting pain in his gut.

Sighing, he pulls him close, his hand starting to rub his stomach in hopes the heat from his hand would help.. if not... he had other ideas.

"Here?" He asks, massaging his belly more.

"Mhm... ouch." Shifting himself, he put a hand on logans, keeping his hot hand against his stomach, letting him rub where he pleased, but the tears started back up. It hurt more to be touched, and the fact that he hasn't eaten either made it worse.

"Shh... it's okay... Kitty's here." He whispers, slowly pulling his arm around his neck, pretending just to be cuddling with him in that playful style they did often. Kissing his tears away, Logan mentally had to prepare himself for the worst. Though at least he was conscious enough to understand he was helping. If not, he would have told him to stop touching his tummy by now. "Better?"

Wade shook his head, trying to press Logan's hand harder onto his gut, squeezing his eyes tight. The preasure felt good, and with how desperately he was clawing at him to keep him close, Logan had a feeling that subconsciously, Wade knew what he wanted.

Scratch that. He knew what he needed.

"Here?" He asked, to be sure.

Wade nodded.

"Deep breaths.. It's okay.. Kitty will fix it. I love you, Wade." Logan whispers, cletching his fist as he forced the metal through his stoamch, skewering him.

Wade had gasped, freezing for a moment as the blood came piling up through his throat. He had tried to scream, but it was quickly filled with a choking gurgle as Logan put his head to the side, letting him drain out onto his chest.

"Shhh.. it's alright. Kitty fixed it.." he mutters, an instant wave washing over him as he held the claws deep for a few seconds, pulling them away, begining to kiss his thick tears away and placed his nose to his head.

"It was for your own good... promise."

For a second, he's quiet. Just that. A quick second before he coughed up the rest of the blood and began crying, not out of pain, rather emotionally wounded, his physical one perfectly healed.

"Hey, shhh I know, I know Im sorry, you didn't do anything bad. Im bad. I know- Shhh" He mutters to him, holding him close and kissing his forehead, letting him metaphorically and physically come back to life in his arms. "Shhh hey, did you see that pretty lady again? Hm? Its okay. Was she nice to you? Hm? Hey, shhh, no need to cry. Just a nightmare." He lies, needing Wade to catch his breath, sometimes forgetting to breathe when sobbing like this.

He nods, face still soaked with snot and tears as he nods softly, both confused and panicked.

"Oh yeah? Did she give you a hug and say nice things?" He wasn't actually sure, but the way big Wade described it, this is kind of what happened each time he died for even a moments notice. He wondered if she was aware of him in this state. She had to be right? With how many times he's had to give him to her before...

He blinks, as if finally realizing where he was and what had happened, becoming grounded. Slowly, and confused, he nods. ".. yeah.."

"Yeah? That's good. Does your tummy still hurt?"

He thinks for a second before shaking his head. "..no"

"Good. Are you hungry?"

He nods.

"Come on. Let's go get you some nuggets and cookies. Kitty's gotta do laundry now." He muttered. "...again."

Coming out of the room, Wade was much more chipper, holding his Fluffy Wovie and skipping to the kitchen with his cup, getting into the cookie container.

Al tilted her head, wondering why the apartment suddenly smelled like rusty copper.

"What did you do to him?" She asked.

Logan, who now came out with a the bloody blanket, and blood caked onto his clothes, sighed.

"You don't wanna know..." unaware of how weird this sounded.

"Kihhy 'ixed me!!" Wade shouts from the kitchen, several cookies shoved into his mouth, puppins next to him, struggling to chew on one too.

"Uh... huh.... rrriigghhtt.."

"Like I said.. don't ask... now, where's the peroxide?"

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moonlightspencie · 2 years ago

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Solace

Description: Finding comfort in one another. Repeatedly.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, both hotch and reader get non-descriptive owies, fluff out the wazoo

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: originally posted to tumblr. then dropped onto ao3. now back on tumblr

“We need this, Hotch, and you are part of the ‘we’ I’m talking about,” Morgan said, patting Hotch on the shoulder as he walked off the jet.

She smiled at the interaction, as did Rossi, knowing by the resigned and borderline irritated look on his face that Hotch was definitely planning on joining the group at the club.

“What, the club scene isn’t for you?” she asked with a hidden smile.

He shook his head. “There’s a reason I never go when you all head there.”

“What changed this time?” Rossi asked as the three stood.

Hotch sighed hard. “I wish I had a good answer for that.”

She was three drinks and approximately seven embarrassing dances into the night when she came to the realization that her next drink should probably be her last. Penelope and Derek spun her around the dancefloor until she was dizzy, though she was sure the alcohol had a lot to do with that when they ordered her a fourth large drink. She found herself stumbling back towards the table, finding only Hotch left.

“Where’s everyone?” she mumbled, looking around as she fell into the seat next to him.

He raised his brows, unsure he’d ever seen her look quite so inebriated. He cleared his throat, then answered when he realized she was still waiting.

“Dave and JJ went home. Prentiss and Reid are at the bar.”

She nodded, looking at him with a goofy smile. “Did you drink?”

“I had one a while ago. I’d like to be able to drive home,” he said, unable to stop his lips from quirking upwards.

She hummed. “I didn’t think about that.”

“I’m aware.”

“I was going to take a cab.”

“When it’s time to leave, I am more than happy to take you home.”

She watched him again for a while, and it took until he called her name that she snapped out of it. He shook his head at her, getting up and going to stand in front of her.

He reached out his hands, and she looked at them curiously.

“Can I help you up?” he asked.

“Oh!“ she exclaimed with a laugh. “Mhm, yes, please.”

She clumsily gripped onto his hands, and he became overly aware how small her hands looked in his. And vice versa.

She stared down for several moments, not making an effort to stand at all. He had to call her back to reality again in order to get her standing, though his next predicament didn’t exactly improve his situation as he battled with an obvious attraction to his coworker. He huffed a breath, composing himself as she leaned her weight into him. She started moving her hands up to his shoulders, but that was something he wasn’t sure he could handle. He grabbed onto her wrists holding her hands near his sternum, though he underestimated her ability to be cunning when she was nearly blacked out.

She fully leaned into his chest, tilting her chin up to look at him with a silly smile.

“What are you doing?” he asked, holding back a smile of his own.

She sighed, leaning in further. “What do you mean?”

He looked down at her, dreadfully aware of how close she was. If he moved an inch forward, he could kiss her. He pulled his head back as that thought crossed his mind, knowing he couldn’t cross that boundary. He slowly let the grip on her hands loosen, though she took that opportunity to throw her arms around his waist and bury her face in his chest.

“Y/N,” he said, nervous she’d feel how fast his heart was beating.

She mumbled something he couldn’t hear into his chest.

“I can’t hear you.”

She moved back just enough to speak. “Morgan let’s me get hugs.”

“I’m not Morgan.”

“No, but you love me,” she said with a laugh, looking up at him.

He felt a heat in his cheeks. “You’re drunk.”

“Uh huh,” she nodded. “Wow, you really do deserve that unit chief position. Don’t know how you guessed it.”

He laughed, brow furrowing. “You’re mean when you’re drunk, too.”

She smiled. “I’m always nice. Besides, you have a nice laugh. I like when you smile.”

He swallowed, watching her for another moment with baited breath before he nodded towards the door of the club.

“Let’s go. You need to get home, you didn’t eat enough today and you need to get some sleep.” She shook her head, pressing her face against his chest again. He sighed, waddling towards Spencer and Emily as they sat at the bar. He wanted to disappear when they saw the leach attached to his body.

“Having fun?“ Prentiss asked with a quirked brow and a curious smile.

Spencer laughed. “She always gets like this.”

“Not with Hotch,” Emily said, turning to him.

Hotch sighed. “I’m taking her home. I don’t think she needs anything else to drink at this point.” She finally pulled back, looking towards the other two, but keeping her grip on him.

“I don’t want to leave.”

“You’re going to feel awful tomorrow if you keep this up, Y/N/N,” Reid said, looking at her with an amused smirk.

“I feel fine,” she sang out. “I can keep going.”

“I think you better listen to Hotch,” Emily said back to her.

She scrunched up her face. “I don’t want to.”

“I’m trying to help you,” he said, looking at her with a partial smile. “We do have to work day after tomorrow.”

“That’s a whole day.”

“And your hangovers last the entire day after a night out like this.”

She groaned, leaning back into him as Hotch said his goodbyes. He tugged her along towards the door as she’d finally stopped fighting it, and got her to the car. As he got into the car, she curled up against the door and was practically out by the time he pulled out of the parking lot. He pulled up to the stoplight, the last one before her building, and reached over to rest a hand on her arm.

“Y/N? We’re almost home.”

“Okay,” she mumbled back.

“It’s time to wake up.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

He sighed, pulling forward as the light changed. “Your night out is over. You need to get some sleep.”

“I’m lonely.”

He stopped at that, glancing at her. He reached his hand back over, letting it rest on her knee for a moment.

“You always have the team, you know? We’re here for you when you need us.”

“I know. I just hate being alone.”

He took in a breath, saying just barely above a whisper, “I do, too.”

She woke to a pounding headache, and a need to stave off the desire to throw up. She groaned as the light finally hit her eyes, looking around the room and trying to remember what happened past drink number four the night prior. No signs really gave way, besides the fact that there was a glass of water and some acetaminophen on her side table. Someone must have gotten her home. She gratefully took the medicine and drank the water, not yet ready to roll out of bed. Unlucky for her, there was a noise out in her apartment. She strained to listen for signs of who it might be, nervous that it could be an intruder. She gathered her strength, and the gun she kept in her bedside table, waking slowly and quietly towards her bedroom door. She pulled it open carefully, tiptoeing towards the noises that were coming from her kitchen. She took a deep breath, peeking around the corner, and feeling instant relief.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she breathed out as she saw Hotch in her kitchen, looking at her with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry if you aren’t a breakfast sandwich person, but I don’t think it’s something you need to shoot me over,” he said with the ghost of a smile, glancing at the gun in her hand.

She smiled, setting it on the counter as she moved closer.

“I thought you might want to kill me, you can’t blame a girl for being prepared.”

He chuckled and finished setting up all the food. He pushed a plate and a cup of orange juice towards her as she sat at the island, ever-grateful she could start the day on an easy note.

“How are you feeling?“ he asked as he watched her enjoy that first bite a bit too much.

She swallowed, nodding. “Better now. Still have a killer headache, but I don’t feel like emptying my stomach now.”

“Good,” he smirked.

“Not that I don’t really appreciate it, but what are you doing here?”

He raised his brows. “Oh. Uh, I brought you home last night, and I just wanted to make sure you had some company this morning.”

She tilted her head. “Why’s that? Did you think I wasn’t going to make it?”

He quirked a brow, then went back to his breakfast. She straightened, watching him carefully until he glanced back up with a questioning look.

“You’re hiding something.”

“No, I’m not.”

She laughed. “If you think anyone on the team can get past me at this point, you’re sorely mistaken.”

He shook his head with a smile. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something if you’re hiding it. What, did I do something super embarrassing?“

“Not embarrassing.”

“What was it?”

He paused. “I don’t want you to feel embarrassed.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t embarrassing?”

“It’s not, but…” he sighed with a light laugh. “I don’t want you to worry about it if it’s something you would be embarrassed by.”

“This is too much to think about this early in the morning.”

“It’s ten thirty.”

“Still. Just tell me.”

He swallowed another bite before looking back at her. He studied her face for a moment before finally speaking.

“When I was trying to take you home you said you didn’t want to go because you didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t stay, but I wanted to make sure someone was here when you woke up, so I thought breakfast was a good option.”

Her eyes widened a little. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“You didn’t have to waste a Saturday morning dealing with me.”

“I’m more than happy to waste time with you.” She felt a heat in her cheeks, looking down to hide her growing smile. He stopped breathing for a moment after he left that slip, trying to even his voice before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“It’s fine,” she reassured him. “I appreciate that. A lot, actually.”

He nodded, looking away from her.

Hotch headed home an hour later, leaving her to shower and reset from the night before, and needing time to reset himself.

He got home to his place of solitude, and planted himself on the couch. He closed his eyes, trying and miserably failing to block out the dangerous feelings he knew were beginning to blossom in full. As he contemplated the meaning of springtime as he neared the end of a years-long winter, all that came to mind was her face. The way she looked at him. The way she smelled when she was so close. How it felt holding her, even if it was simply to keep her from falling to the ground.

His apartment suddenly felt far too empty.

Three weeks later she burst through the doors of the house, not stopping until she found him. They’d all heard the gunshots, and immediately she wished Hotch hadn’t insisted on being the first inside before everyone else arrived. The second to last door in the hallway she kicked open with her gun drawn, heart dropping when she saw him sitting on the floor of the small bedroom.

“Hotch?” She rushed to him, crouching in front of him. “Are you okay?”

He nodded slowly. “I may have a concussion, but he’s dead.”

“What happened?”

“He put up a fight,” he replied with a sigh, looking at her with squinted eyes. “Slammed me into the wall pretty hard, but I was able to pull the gun on him.”

She gently rested her hand on the side of his face, tilting it to check the cut near his hairline.

Footsteps fell hard until they were in the room, Morgan and JJ audibly letting out breaths of relief. She turned to them.

“He needs a medic, but he’s going to be fine.”

He started trying to stand, but she stopped him in his tracks before he got far.

“You stay there.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re concussed. You’re not getting up and running around right now.”

He set his brow. “I’ll be fine.”

“Once you see a medic, yes, you’ll be fine.”

He sighed, slumping against the wall. She quirked a brow at his little tantrum, though she made sure he was officially checked out before she was satisfied.

He sat with a blank expression as everyone finally stepped away from him, new bandages on his forehead making him look a little worse for wear.

“Satisfied, now?” he questioned.

She crossed her arms. “I seem to recall someone going the extra mile for a hangover a few weeks back. If you think I’m not returning that favor when you get a beat-down…”

“Hey, I didn’t get a beat-down.”

“He slammed you against a wall.”

He stared, unamused. She laughed a little, going to sit next to him.

“It’s okay to admit that you got hurt, you know? You don’t always have to be the big, strong boss-man.”

He smiled, looking down. “Strong, huh?”

“Okay, now I’m a little bit glad you got banged up.” His eyes widened in feigned shock, mouth dropped open. She paused, giving him a short shrug.

“I stand by the fact that you can be very mean,” he said at last.

“Says the most stubborn man I’ve ever met.”

“The most?”

“That might be an overstatement, but you’re still pretty high on the list,” she said with a chuckle, then jumped back down. “Let’s go show off your new bandages to the team. They’re gonna be so jealous.”

He failed to hide a smile, following after her as he realized he’d follow her anywhere she asked. She glanced back at him, noticing he looked a little too happy for someone who’d just been through what he had.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Hotchner?”

He shrugged. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“You concern me.”

“At least I know you care.”

She smiled, knowing her next sentence would be one she probably shouldn’t say.

“I always will.”

She woke up in a cold sweat, taking in deep breaths to try and steady her heart rate. She worked through all of the relaxation techniques she could think of, though none of it seemed to fully quell the anxious feeling that settled in her chest. She pulled her covers off, heading out into her kitchen to get some water, but it seemed that nothing was going to help.

Nightmares were always a never-ending reality that paired with her job, but sometimes they hit too close to reality. She couldn’t help but feel like she’d be at fault if she didn’t at least check on him.

She grabbed her phone from her bedroom, typing out a quick message:

‘Just want to make sure you’re doing okay. Hope all is well :)’

She set her phone down on the coffee table, curling up and turning on a tv show she hoped would provide some comfort, not expecting him to reply until morning. She was through the first episode when there was a soft knock on her door. She furrowed her brow, walking over and looking through the peephole to see a familiar face.

“It’s one in the morning,” she said in a sigh.

He raised a brow. “Can I come in?”

She nodded, letting him walk past her as she closed and locked the door again. She followed after him until they were both seated on the couch.

“What are you doing?” she inquired.

“You never text me late at night unless it’s an emergency,” he said frankly, leaning back into the cushions.

She looked him over, now noticing the plain t-shirt paired with pajama pants featuring dogs in Christmas hats. She laughed, head tilting in question.

“Nice pants.”

He smirked. “Oh, right. They were a present from Jack.”

“They suit you.”

“Thanks,” he said, eyes widening a little. “Now, what’s wrong?”

She sighed, throwing her head back against the couch.

“My usual nightmares aren’t as bad as the one I had tonight is what’s wrong,” she shook her head as if to clear the memories that were stuck in her brain. “It was just… It was too real.”

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, but did it have anything to do with me, or did you just need someone to talk to?”

She smirked. “Both.”

“Hey,” he said gently, and she turned to look at him. “It was just a dream.”

“I know. You’ve just had too many close calls, and sometimes I worry it’s not going to be a close call next time something bad happens.”

“Tell me about it,” he said lowly.

She dropped her face into her hands. “Gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”

“It’s okay,” he said gently, though with humor in his voice. “I know it can be scary to worry about another person’s life like that. I appreciate that you care enough to have nightmares about it, if that helps.”

“Oh yeah, that makes it way better,” she said with a laugh.

He chuckled softly, eyes closing as he leaned his head back into the cushions. She watched him for a moment as he took some time to be at peace. She watched the rise and fall of his chest, and the way his face softened.

“Can I ask you something?” she said quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment.

He hummed, eyes still closed.

“Why did you come all the way here? What happened to Jack?”

He peeked open one eye, glancing at her. A little mischievous smile graced his face.

“He’s on a camping trip with his grandparents, and I just wanted to bother you.”

“Uh huh,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “You’re not a great liar, Hotchner.”

He sat up straighter now, turning towards her.

“I honestly don’t know. I saw the message and just…” he shrugged, trailing off. “I just came.”

She felt a horrible feeling in that moment, the truth crashing the walls of the reality she’d built around herself. She wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss him.

Instead, she simply nodded.

“I’ll take it,” she smiled softly, not able to meet his eyes for fear that she would be too weak to look away again.

She stood, looking around the space.

“Did you want to crash here for the night? My couch is surprisingly comfortable.”

He smiled. “As much as I would appreciate that, I don’t want to overstep.”

She shook her head as she walked away. He looked on in confusion until she came back with pillows and blankets gathered in her arms and dropped it on the couch.

“I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep well,” she said curtly, giving him another smile before she forced herself to walk away.

He watched until her door was just barely cracked open before he set up camp in her living room. He settled in for the night, turning off the lamp on the side table, and ignoring the swelling in his chest at the thought of having the most ridiculous sleepover at her home.

He woke to the smell of coffee, almost shocked that he had slept through the night. His eyes still felt heavy, but he felt well-rested. He stretched out on the couch, not noticing when she walked into the room, still donning her pajamas.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she said with a smile, setting a mug down on the coffee table.

He sat up, allowing her space to take a seat next to him as he took up his mug. He furrowed his brow after tasting it, looking to her for an answer.

“How do you know how I like my coffee?”

“I’m good at my job,” she said with a shrug. “Did you sleep okay?”

He nodded. “One of the best nights of sleep I’ve gotten in a very long time.”

“I told you the couch was comfortable.”

He chuckled. “You were right.”

“As always.”

“As always,” he confirmed, looking at her.

She wore a surprised look on her face.

“Really? Now is when you choose to agree?”

“This coffee is really good,” he replied after a beat.

“I have cereal if you’re hungry.”

“We have time to pick something up on the way to work if you’d prefer?”

“Only if it’s on you.”

He laughed. “How else am I supposed to repay you for letting me sleep on your couch?”

They sat in a comfortable silence until their mugs were empty. She slowly turned her head towards him.

“If we’re going to work together, what do you plan on wearing?”

He looked down, suddenly realizing his predicament.

She continued. “Not that you aren’t rocking the puppy pajamas, I just don’t know if that’s necessarily in the dress code.”

He smiled, groaning as he shut his eyes again.

“Maybe we should just change the dress code,” he suggested.

“Or we could stop by your place and then get breakfast.”

He nodded. “That would be wonderful.”

She stood from the couch. “Do you want another cup?”

“Please,” he replied with a nod as he followed her to the kitchen.

They filled their mugs, tailoring them to their liking, though he made a false sour face as he tasted his.

“Mm, it’s better when you make it,” he said, hiding a smile behind the rim of the mug.

She laughed. “You are so full of it.”

They finished their second round, and she got ready quickly so they would have plenty of time for their morning plans. She tried putting it out of her head as she occupied herself with her morning roughing. Aaron wasn’t so lucky. He sat on her couch, looking around the space, but unable to keep his mind off of her. He was comfortable. Too comfortable, to the point of feeling a safety with her he didn’t expect to ever feel again.

They stepped into the bureau with full stomachs and hearts as a result of their morning together. He allowed himself to feel all of his joy with her in the last moments before he had to put on his work-self and get to business as usual. It seemed like a stronger contrast than what he had become accustomed to. She gave him one last smile and wave as she left for her desk, needing to shut that part of her brain down when she was meant to be working.

Then again, she didn’t know how she could fully shut it down. Something had changed, and it certainly wasn’t in the same way it had when she’d grown close to her other coworkers.

JJ was the first to notice something was off that morning. She was happier, which was wonderful in JJ’s eyes, but also a little more spaced out. Soon, the bullpen was abuzz with theories as to what had gotten her so distracted.

Fortunately for their need for information, it wasn’t hard to figure out once they saw their boss in the exact same state.

The team never liked hostage situations, but when it came after a case that felt like a massive win, this particular situation felt like a punch in the gut. They all piled into the jet, heading across the states until they reached their destination.

Hotch never liked sending his agents into dangerous situations. His personal gut-punch moment was when he had to send in the most capable agent for the job at hand: Y/N. Unarmed and vulnerable.

His chest rose and fell heavily as she skillfully talked down the unsub, though not before she’d been hit in the face and kicked in the ribs. The second she gave the signal that it would be safe to rescue the hostages, he couldn’t help but feel drawn towards her. His duty was to the hostages first, and he knew that, though the team had other ideas.

“Hey,” Morgan started softly, as they stepped through the doors. “We all know. Go get her, we got the rest of them.”

“I don’t—“

“Hotch,” Morgan stopped him with a word. “Get her.”

Aaron stopped in his tracks when he made eye contact with her, knowing that even if he hadn’t been reassured that the others would be taken care of, he’d still run to her before anyone else. She smiled as he jogged over, holding onto her side with one arm, and wrapping the other arm around him the second he was close enough. She felt the smallest kiss pressed to the top of her head as he held her.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, not yet pulling away from her.

“I’m okay. I’ll get checked out to be sure, but I feel fine,” she replied, resting her head against his chest.

He smiled, remembering the night he took her home from the club, finding himself in a very similar situation now.

He paused. “They know.”

She scrunched her face in confusion, looking up at him in bewilderment.

He smiled. “Too vague?”

“Yes.”

“Morgan… He said they all know.”

“Know what?”

“The thing I think we’ve both been dancing around.”

She looked down, face feeling warm, but not in a bad way. He called her gently, encouraging her to look back at him.

“You’ve done more for me than I think you realize,” he whispered, holding her close.

“I—“ she trailed off, suddenly feeling nervous to say it out loud.

He nodded. “I know. Me too.”

She burrowed back into his arms, relishing in the feeling of being fully enveloped by him, and smiling as she realized what she’d been trying to hide had failed completely.

She took a deep breath, speaking just barely loud enough for him to hear over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.

“I am so in love with you.”

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cryingatwindermerepeaks · 1 month ago

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could you do regressor kate hurt/comfort?? maybe she’s just had a bad day or something and gets extra attention n cuddles?? can be with any caregiver :3c thank youuu !!!

hehe ofc I can do that !! Honestly idk why I haven’t written baby Katie before !!!

Kate screws up on a mission and is worried Clint will be angry with her. No reason to worry though, her Dada is always gonna be there for her!!

Tw: blood, injuries, it’s not edited…

Word count: 1435

💜🏹🧸🏙️

She’d screwed up. Kate knew that. The mission had been a complete fail. Usually it wouldn’t have mattered that much, she could figure out how to fix it, but this was different. Clint had come specifically to help her with this mission and she’d screwed it up while he was there. Her chest felt tight and her stomach ached as she curled into herself on her hotel bed. Her head was filled with a loop of thoughts, she wasn’t good enough, Clint was going to hate her. Plus, she had gotten cut pretty bad on the shoulder and it hurt so much. Too much. Kate felt so small. She hated that she did, if she didn’t she’d be able to figure out a way to fix all this. But she couldn’t. She felt little and alone, and all she wanted was her Dada. But she couldn’t ask for that, not now, not when she’d messed everything up because Clint was definitely mad at her now.

When she heard the bathroom door open Kate pulled the bedsheets up over her head. She didn’t want Dada to see she’d been crying and worry about her. The sheets were stark white and clean, she felt gross and dirty in comparison. “Kate?” Clint’s voice was muffled through the sheets.

“Sleepin,” Kate lied, her lip wobbling as she tried to bite back tears.

“Oh you’re sleeping?” Clint questioned, catching onto her regressed mindspace, “You’re very talkative for a sleepy baby,” he teased lightly.

“M not a baby,” Kate huffed, poking her head out of the sheets so that he could see the very cross look on her face.

“Ah there’s my girl,” Clint cooed, crouching down beside the bed. Kate sniffled, reaching up to rub at her face. “Oh Katie, what happened to your arm?” Kate froze, looking down to realise that the sheets beneath her shoulder had become soaked with blood. Her blood. Kate whimpered, the sight of the blood scaring her enough to crawl out from under the sheets and reach for her Dada. “Oh sweet girl.” Clint sighed, pulling Kate into his arms.

“Owies Daddy,” She whined, burying her face in his shoulder. She really didn’t want Dada to see that she was crying because she was supposed to be a big girl and big girls didn’t cry. Big girls didn’t mess up their missions, and big girls don't need their Daddys to help them. Clint gently stroked Kate’s back with his firm, calloused hand.

“I bet it feels very owie, it’s ok to cry,” Kate sniffled. “Yeah? You’re allowed to cry. That’s right baby girl.” Clint was holding her so gently, she didn’t think she deserved it. Still, he didn’t seem to be mad about the mission at all. She was his baby. That was ok. “How about we get you cleaned up monkey, does that sound ok?” It didn’t sound ok, getting owies cleaned up always hurt. Still, if Dada thought it was a good idea Kate could be brave.

Clint held her hand as they walked to the bathroom, which Kate was glad for as otherwise she didn’t think she’d have been brave enough to move. Part of her wished Dada could carry her but she knew that was especially hard after missions. Clint helped her up onto the bench and handed Kate her pacifier, she hadn’t noticed him grabbing it. She slipped it into her mouth, grateful for the comfort it provided because her arm was really hurting. “Alright little hawk, can we take a look at what we’re working with?” Kate nodded, letting Clint help her to manoeuvre her arm out of the sleeve. He frowned at the sight of the gash across her shoulder. “Well this is no good now is it?” He tutted. “Dadas gonna clean you up now, is that ok?” Kate nodded, though her tummy felt tight and anxious.

Clint cleaned and wrapped Kate’s shoulder with one hand so she could hold the other. It did help a bit to be able to hold Dada but by the time he was finished she was sniffling and her face was damp with tears. “You were so brave for me Katie,” he praised. Kate didn’t feel particularly brave but if daddy thought so it had to be true. “How about some juice and cartoons?” That was exactly what Kate wanted, what she needed, really. The fact that Clint knew this had tears in her eyes all over again. “Oh baby, why are you crying?” Kate sniffled, leaning against Clint so her face was buried against his shoulder.

“Dada,” she mumbled, mainly because it was the only thing she felt big enough to say.

“Oh you’re feeling really small, aren’t you?” His voice was soft, no trace of judgement. Kate nodded, not moving her head from his shoulder. “Alright then.” Clint picked her up off the counter. Kate knew it had to be hard for him but she was too overwhelmed by the comfort to get down. He carried her out of the bathroom and laid her on his bed. Hers was sufficiently stained with blood from her shoulder.

“Do you want to get changed yourself or would you like Daddy’s help?” Clint asked, gently smoothing down Kate’s hair. Kate pointed to Clint with her uninjured arm. She knew she could be very independent when she needed to but right now everything just hurt and she wanted Dada to figure things out.

It was a struggle to manoeuvre Kate out of her suit without moving her injured arm. She felt awful but Clint whispered gentle reassurances the whole time to calm her down. He dressed her in one of his shirts because the baggy fit was much easier to get on. After the ordeal it was just to get the shirt on, Kate was ready for bed. Clint tutted as she tried to climb under the covers. “Come on baby, we’re not ready yet,” He chastised, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Kate pouted, she really wanted cuddles. “Do you want a pullup?” Kate huffed and nodded, laying back so Clint could get her changed. He did so quickly, helping her into some pyjama shorts afterwards.

Finally, it was time for bed. Clint slipped into the bed next to her, he smelt of toothpaste and antiseptic. It wasn’t the most comforting smell in the world but underneath it all there was the distinct smell of his cologne which lingered on every item of clothing he owned. She buried herself against his side, resting her injured arm over his stomach. Clint reached across the small gap between the two beds, grabbing Kate’s toy hippopotamus, Miles. He gently pressed the toy’s soft nose to her cheek. “Miles says it's bedtime,” Clint explained. Kate went to reach for the toy but winced when she moved her arm too far. “Oh sweet girl,” Clint cooed, gently stroking Kate’s cheek. She whimpered, tears blooming in her eyes. Everything was wrong. Her arm hurt, she couldn’t cuddle her stuffie, big Kate was in trouble, the mission had been bad. She was so bad.

“Hey, hey,” Dada’s voice was firm, he could see the train of thought speeding around Kate’s mind. “Where’d you go monkey?”

Kate whimpered, sniffling sadly, “Been such a bad girl.” Clint’s heart broke at that, knowing his baby girl felt so guilty and uncomfortable. “Big Katie was bad, made Dada mad,”

“No, no, Katie, baby,” Clint cooed, “You were not bad. Not at all,” he assured her. “And Dada isn’t mad at you, not big or little, ok?” Kate sniffled a bit, rubbing her damp cheek against Clint’s shoulder because her only uninjured arm was pinned beneath her body so that she could stay as cuddled up to her Dada as possible. Clint reached over and gently wiped the rest of her tears away. His fingers were rough and calloused against the raw skin under her eyes yet he moved with such precision and delicacy that Kate barely noticed. “Now, I think I promised someone cartoons didn’t I?” Kate nodded happily, an immediate shift in her demeanour now she knew that she definitely was not in trouble.

“Curious George?” She requested excitedly.

“Of course, little Hawk.” Clint turned on the tv and found Kate’s program, Curious George, which was one of Kate’s all time favourites while she was little. Clint believed that Kate was somewhat like his own little curious monkey.

“Thank you Dada,” Kate hummed contentedly as she rested her head on his chest, slowly slipping into a space between awake and asleep.

“Anytime monkey,” Clint cooed gently, stroking Kate’s hair as she fell asleep.

#Hawkeye agere #marvel agere #marvel age regression #sfw agere #fandom agere #little!kate bishop #cg!clint barton

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Heyy me again so about the creepypasta thing, I just wondered if you can do Ben drowned with a gen z reader platonically? It's okay if your uncomfortable doing it ><

Ben drowned x gen z!reader (platonic!)

not uncomfortable at all! love that im getting ben drowned requests since i enjoy him a lot and kind of want to write for him more; just strictly platonic ..which reminds me, i need to draw him again soon! gonna answer this then take a break and get back to requests yipe!

admin is still sold on the idea of ben being confined to electronics most of the time so i can easily see him gaining access to your devices so he can pester you whenever he wants; though this may get a little annoying since youre... well still alive! you have a life

whether or not the reader is a creepypasta themselves or is a normal person is up to you! i think both can work, though i must say the idea of the reader being just some random person is really funny. like can you imagine? you get some haunted virus but the ghost is chill an you guys become friends

i do think ben can only mess with devices, i dont think he can mess with like. any internet browser stuff.... which segways me to my next idea; the og creepypasta came out in 2010, majoras mask came out in 2000, so putting it in the middle lets say ben died in 2005.. bro has missed a lot. youre going to have to fill him in on a lot of stuff, and boy let me tell you hes going to be going nuts

tell him about the new legend of zelda games. i think he would be hyped. throwing admins hc of ben being sick and tired of LOZ due to being trapped in the game out the window, admin needs this boy to get joyous!

he probably pesters you and asks you about the dumbest shit, does it on purpose because he thinks its funny

sometimes you guys play video games together, bro is absolutely astounded by how far games have come since he passed away. i think he would go insane over five nights at freddys. fill him in on the lore

going back on the video game stuff and playing together, just know that hes going to break the game and cheat + hes a sore loser, soooooooo...

do you think sometimes he comes and tries to spend time with you more and more over time because hes been stuck for years and hasnt really had many people to talk to? like yeah hes an angry spirit, but even angry spirits deserve friends!!!

ponders

probably messes with you by messing with your recordings if youre trying to make a video/tiktok/reel/what have you

probably interjects his own texts into your posts, never really says anything harmful, just messes with spelling or adds dumb messages

honestly its not your SM account/blog, its yalls shared account/blog now/j

stuck with old 2000s humor but i think he would absolutely love present day humor and how unhinged its gotten, though quick warning hes going to start quoting stuff

definitely quotes the sticking out your gyatt thing, hes going to drive you insane with it and hes going to laugh at you

do not play roblox tycoons with him hes going to bully small children

you guys play a horror game together on roblox and you can hear him freaking out through the speakers (likely using an old device for him so youre not fighting for control over one device)

absolutely DEVASTED when you tell him club penguin shut down

just know hes punching the metaphorical wall

on the rare chance ben is able to pull himself into the real world for a brief period of time, you guys probably do the same stuff hes just physically there for a short time!

make him touch grass while hes out, bro hasnt touched grass in nearly 20 years. this isnt even a haha "hes chronically online" joke, he hasnt actually touched grass in years due to circumstances

closing this with a hit of angst that made me go :( but imagine that it starts out as you guys being around the same age (well... close enough, since ben doesnt age anymore due to being a ghost) but overtime, you obviously grow up and have less and less time for him and :(

like owie

"what happened to us? we used to be best friends?" audio but its you two SOBS AND CRIES

#creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned x you #ben drowned imagine #ben drowned headcannon #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta headcannons

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draculovemp3 · 10 months ago

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House MD’s fave thing ever is making the patient of the weeks reflect House/some other focused character but these 2 particular dialogues from 05x08 “Emancipation”—putting in 2 contexts of how House feels ab himself+the infarction AND Kutner initially bonding w this patient over lost parents+his suicide later on— are so….. ow owww owew owie!

H, to Sophia(the patient): You’re scared and stubborn and you don’t like people feeling sorry for you. Why not?

S: I don’t want pity. I just wanna be normal.

H: But you know you’re not. You need people to see how independent you are. How well you’re coping. So they won’t see the lost, hurt little girl[/boy]. Because that’s not what you see. You see someone who did something terrible… who deserves to suffer. Who doesn’t deserve to live.

[…]

S: I don’t care.

H: Sure you do. You want someone to tell it was just an accident. That it’s not that bad, but it is that bad. And you know it. There’s nothing you can do to change that.

Losing hp if anyone care ,

#OR WHATEVER!#house md #house #Gregory house #Lawrence Kutner #lee postz #Greg house #hatecrimes md #hate crimes md

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qoldenskies · 14 days ago

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Going crazy thinking about if the curse had chosen one of the other brothers to be inflicted upon (probably not because Donnie’s the one that explicitly fucked with Witchtown tradition however unintentionally but let me dream) and how the other brothers would have been broken down in turn. I feel like it would affect Leo and Donnie the most viscerally because so much of their self worth is based off what they can give to other people—these boys will literally run themselves ragged trying to please everyone around them and then be like “by Talos this can’t be happening” when their own mental and physical health starts to suffer for it, so the curse preying on that….oof. Especially if it was Leo who pretty much already feels worthless next to the rest of his family.

Raph it would probably target by taking advantage of his need to protect everyone or his need to feel like he’s doing the right thing—maybe by forcing him to throw himself into more and more dangerous situations in order to feel like he’s sufficiently “helped” someone, or just preying off of his fears of letting his family down—and then Mikey’s harder for me to pin down, but I imagine something preying on his natural peacemaker tendencies would be a real kick in the teeth.

I am thinking in a most evil way.

ive gotten a few asks about this concept so here's a good time to mention IVE TALKED ABOUT IT HERE!!! :D

i am absolutely certain of how mikey and leo's situations would end, but with raph's i havent been super sure. like with mikey he would figure it out and go fix the problem, and leo's ninpo would break just like donnie's did, but its less related to self-blame and more related to this defensive anger. HE'S tearing away because he fully believes they're horrible and untrustworthy, and he's hidden away every little bit of vulnerability he has. even in healing this would be a problem, because he would have a nasty fight response AND HE WOULD HIDE THE NOSEBLEEDS. knowing the time limit this could be extremely dire!!!

i enjoy exploring the idea that leo was just as susceptible to something like this, although he'd react in the complete opposite way to how donnie did in CL. they'd definitely twin with the "deep down i know i've always deserved it and it was just a matter of time" perspective, though, although i think leo would be very unwilling to admit it. and someone also mentioned the idea of him not believing them when the curse breaks because he'd think its another part of the con (the gaslighting wouldn't be as nasty without leo himself at the helm, so things would be different here!!) which is another layer of owie

the idea of a "leo gets CL'd" au has been bounced around a bit and i always enjoy thinking about it. although rip to all the cool metaphors that are so donnie specific ..... i have no idea how the disaster twins would turn out here because theyre extremely soft in CW forward but donnie being so passive is a huge reason for that, so who knows.

#ask #canary continuity #considering making a tag for the leo au even though itd just be a tumblr thought exercise thing lmfao #rip disaster twins orpheus and eurydice metaphor you would NYAT work in this au #something something in CL raph failed as donnie's protector and leo failed as his guide...

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sunnychuuya · 2 months ago

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gonna just make like a dead plate rant like i did with sf to avoid spamming the tag but

"oh lord hes scary OH LORD HES HOT" (me when vincent)

chat no rody you dont have good customer service just bc of me cuz i suck ASS at this game and so youve met the daily quota twice.

for EXAMPLE ITS DAY FOUR ALL OF THE CUSTOMERS HABE LEF TAND I HAVE FIFTY DOLAR

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GUYS WHAT JUST HAPPENED I FORGOT TO PAUSE THE AME WHILE IT WAS IN THE BACKGORUND AND THE DAY IS OVER EXCEPT ITS NIGHTH NOW??? AND IMS TILL IN THE RESTURANT??

i REALLY dislike the sound effects hahaha

SHIT IT ENDED BEFORE I GOT TO INVESTIGATE THE SWUISHINESS

why is the picture of rody crumpled chat

HE BETTER NOT DIE I LOE HIM TOO MUCH

no where vincent go :(

idk chat they lowkey already act gay as fuck (ignore the fact both of the m like wemen) maybe vincent is gonna like cook rody to try to be able to taste or some fucked up shit like tha

NO WHY I AT HOME WAS THAT MY ONLY CHANCE ??? fuck

OH FUCK IS MY THEORY RIGHT??? IS I ACTUALLY SMART??

WHERE IS VINCENT BABSBDNSOD NOOOOOOOO

RODY HE FUCK YOU MEAN U QUIT

IS THIS CUZ IM ASS AT THE GAME

homo ngl

wait our girlfriends name is manon..

vincent had love letters with "m" on them in his trash bin

...?

cool i *will* cry he deserves better

WHAT DO YOU MENA [good bye.]

THATS NOT TEH END WHAT NO RODY BABY WHY

??!?!?!?!

the ringing in hte backgronud chat

owie

nghh i wouldve preffered rody dying.

okay but!

its a multi ending game

can he please be happy in one of those..!

gonna investigate the swuishy next time

no spoilers for other endings plss!

#dead plate #no spoils plz

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shrenvents · 8 months ago

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Chapter Seven of the Miracle Aligner Series

Alex's POV

"Last night got a hold of me, I can't wrestle free from my head."

"Sunlight banging on the wall, begging me for more."

"Jesus man, at least give us a name of the miracle worker behind these lyrics." Zach boasts and I scoff.

"Leave him be mate," Miles lightly reprimands, smiling from ear to ear. I shake my head at both of them and Miles smacks my back. His hand remains where it hit as he leans towards my ear. "But really, give her our thanks," Miles whispers suggestively and I instantly recoil. He guffaws.

I slide the guitar strap from my shoulder and stroll into the studio's break room.

Truthfully, I can't blame the boys for prying. Considering that the music we've been producing as of late has been some of my best. Something about it is just different, and it's becoming rather ominous...

As I sip on my coffee, I contemplate all the ways I could've said goodnight to Jennie yesterday, that would've been far more charming than snogging at her doorstep.

"Mr. Turner!" A perky voice interrupts my obsessive thoughts. I shift towards the voice, which belongs to a fairly tall woman. "Hello?"

"Sorry," she giggles softly, raising her hand apologetically, then extending it to me for a handshake, which I awkwardly accept. "Amy Winslow, I'm one of the owners of this establishment." My mouth opens in an 'ah,' and I nod in acknowledgement. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Winslow." "No, please call me Amy." She smiles brightly and I squint at her overlined, hot-pink lipstick. She continues, "Zach let me in to hear your work, I'm very impressed!" She claps her hands, "It must be difficult for you to write a bad song." I quirk my head slightly at her comment, befuddled. "Oh! That was a compliment, Alex." My mouth makes another 'ah,' and I choose to ignore her suddenly addressing me by my first name.

"Ah, sorry," I shake my head, "I'm a little out of it today."

"That's alright," she says beaming. "I was hoping we could discuss your new record over lunch?" My gaze moves from my mug back to her. "Of course, the others were invited, but they resigned to continue working," Amy exclaims without a hint of sadness, pausing momentarily in thought. "But I believe their lead should take a well-deserved break," she announces decidedly, leaving no room for disagreement. Reluctantly, I respond, "Um, where to?"

...

Jennie's POV

"Jennie! Hoe!" "Excuse me?" My brows furrow and I rise from my desk. As I open my bedroom door, Maggie appears, front and center. "What the fuck," she states flatly, and my brow knit together. "What now Magpie?" I sigh, "Whatever it is, I gotta do the itinerary for-"

Being cut off by Maggie is nothing new, but the picture she shoves in my face certainly is. "What the fuck." I snatch her phone with both hands, bringing it so close to my eyes that it nearly presses against my nose.

There he is, side by side with a tall, in my opinion, flashy, blond woman. "Was he not with you, like, yesterday?" Maggie practically shouts in her confusion. "He's not with her, with her -- is he?" I ask, betraying my typical nonchalantness.

Analyzing the paparazzi photo, I relax slightly when I see the distance between them, and their lack of physical contact. "No way!" Maggie shouts again, "I read your texts, he's way too into you." "You read our texts?" Maggie ignores my question as she begins to pace. "Oh, but you know how rockstars are man..."

"Maggie." I huff and she whirls around the room, mumbling nonsense. "Maggie!" "There's no way! But god! Look at the caption." I scroll up and read aloud, "Frontman Alex Turner seen out on a date with beautiful philanthropist, Amy Winslow."

"ORGGDH!" Maggie's overly dramatic gags are the last straw, and I whip her phone at her. "Owie!" She whimpers, then grumbles, "I'm just saying girl, 'beautiful' is a stretch." I shake my head disapprovingly, "Just shut it, Mag's. It doesn't matter." I turn away to hide my visible disappointment. "It was one date, and it's not like we're exclusive."

"Doesn't matter?" She huffs. "Doesn't matter?!" I compose myself before spinning to look at Maggie. Her wild eyes carry both anger and pity, and I hate it.

"We have to call him." "What?" Now it's my turn to shout. "Just ask him if they're-" "No way!" I practically whine like a kid. "Oh come on Jen! Communication is key babes!"

I know she's right, and I know she can tell exactly what I'm thinking. How vulnerable it would be to ask him, what I would be admitting to him by doing so, and how that's something I would never do.

"Where's your phone." Maggie's deadpan makes my blood run cold. "No." Disregarding my reply, she begins moving around my room, slowly building an aggressive search for my phone. "M, stop! Oh my god, you psycho!" I holler, completely panicked.

"I'm not letting you fuck this up!" Maggie yells hysterically, "You like him Jen!" "I barely know him!" "Don't give me that bullshit, Jennie, give me the damn phone, for fucks sake." Her eyes trail away from my heated stare, and I follow as they focus on my bedside table, regarding the black object underneath my book. Her eyes then pop back to mine, and we freeze in unison, unmoving.

After a beat, we both leap at my bedside table, flopping on my bed, tossing around, fighting one another, trying to stop each other from reaching my phone.

"Mag's, I swear to god!"

"Ah HA!" She takes hold of it, whilst making my pillows, and my books go flying. As she scrambles as far away from me as possible, tapping on my phone, I fall flat on my back.

Then she abruptly goes immobile, face dropping in horror.

"Shit."

"What? What!" I scatter to my feet, dread filling my entire being.

"I accidentally sent..."

"Sent what Mag's?" Voicelessly, she looks up while turning the phone screen towards me. I nearly scream.

Maggie accidentally sent the paparazzi photo of Alex and the blond, to him.

"What the actual fuckkkk!" I shout, "How do you just accidentally do that?" "I know, I know, I can fix it!" Maggie exclaims, with her fake, optimistic smile, not quite meeting her eyes. "I'll just unsend the message!" She pauses, "Except, he's already seen it." "What?" "Just now, he saw it." Maggie states flatly. "I'm sorry Jen, I'm such an idiot."

I look away from her, observing my blank wall. "Well, it's done now." I yell as adrenaline racks through my body, shifting to look at her sorrowful expression again. Her shaky hands clasp onto the phone again. "He's typing."

I shove my palms into my knotted hair, almost ripping it out at the roots. "Anything yet?" I ask after a moment. "N-not yet." Maggie stammers. "Not yet?" I next to growl. Grabbing the phone from her hands, I watch those three dots taunt me. Maggie moves to my side in the meantime. "What's taking him so long." She mumbles, still seemingly afraid of the potential repercussions of her actions.

7:47 p.m. Alex Alexander: She's the owner of the studio I'm recording at. She asked to grab lunch to discuss work.That's all. I swear it.

Maggie lets out a hefty breath of relief, but I continue to read his message over and over.

Suddenly my phone lets out a ring and buzzes in my hands, which makes me and Maggie jump. We gasp at Alex's caller ID as it consumes my screen. "Are you gonna answer the call?" Maggie mutters, eyes training on me.

"I don't know." I bite my lip. "Why's he calling anyways, I saw the damn message." "Cause you haven't responded, and it's been almost ten minutes since he's sent it." Maggie watches me intently. "Jen, are you good?" I shrug her concern away, "I'm fine. I just..." "Like him, and that's okay." She finishes, "He couldn't wait a second longer for you to respond, because he likes you too." My eyes shoot to Maggie's. "Pick it up, take a chance."

Though her words are vague, I know what she's trying to say. "But, you know my pattern M. It won't end well." "In my book, patterns are meant to be broken," is all she says before leaving my room.

8:02 p.m. Alex Alexander: Believe me Jennie. I'm not seeing anybody else, and I don't want to see anyone but you. Please talk to me.

I inhale deeply before clicking the call button. He instantly picks up and my heart pounds. "Jennie?" I listen to his irregular intake of breath. "Jennie, love, say something." "I'm not jealous," is all I can muster, and I wanna die. He sighs. "Of course, I would never assume you were." "Course." Silence envelops the call, and I almost draw blood from my bottom lip.

"Jennie, if you were jealous - as amazing as that would be - I still wouldn't want that, because there is absolutely nothing to be jealous of. We just met today and-" "Well, I'm not so -- whatever," I snap. "Good," He mutters, and his dark tone so close to my ear makes me shudder. I look to the ceiling as I take a seat on the edge of my bed. "Good." A low chuckle echoes through the speaker. "Welp, I'm hanging up now," I declare.

"Wait don't!" Alex stammers out while my finger hovers over the red button. "Why?" "Why?" He quietly laughs again, "Because Red, I want to talk to you." "What?" He lets out an exasperated chuckle. "Don't sound so alarmed, darling. I had a lovely time yesterday." "Hmm, I'm sure you did." I grin, "Player." "Wow, I'm a player now?" I can hear his smile through the phone now. "I do prefer that statement, than the reality where I'm a blabbering fool." "That makes one of us." I retort. Shit. "Oh really? You like it when I'm all over you huh?" "Duh." Double shit. The line goes quiet, and my body floats backwards, dissolving into my mattress.

"Jennie... Can I come over?" I jolt upright. "No! Manwhore!" My fingers slam down on my phone, ending the call. I gasp at my hasty action, dropping my phone, and clasping my right hand over my gaping mouth.

A familiar buzz makes me release my lips and peer down to see Alex's caller ID. "Hello?" I say nervously as I answer the call. "Darling, may I come see you." After a long beat of silence, I exhale loudly, "Sure, but we aren't sleeping together."

"Of course."

Chapter Eight

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petrichor-reminiscence · 7 months ago

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my restoration thots

everything is gonna be under the cut just incase people havent seen it yet, so uh spoiler warning under the cut!

there were a lot of things that bothered me. enough that tbh i don't remember them all, but i wanna start this off with the positives and things i liked ^^

first of all, my favourite thing ever, TEX AND CHURCH FINALLY GOT THE ENDING THEY DESERVED! i actually screamed when caboose brought back tex instead of church actually, and the whole thing also about her being brought back in their memory instead of the directors? their memory of her always kicking their ass and winning and being strong and brave and oaisjdgoasg all of that? screaming actually screaming. and her and church walking away in the memory unit thingy into the distance and jsiogjasdgiojadsgiosdg they got their happy ending that i've always wanted for them and that makes me very happy.

also, the va for caboose, let's talk about him rq. ofc it sounded wrong to me, he wasn't the og caboose, it wasn't joel, but the guy tried his best and i absolutely love that for him. i think he did a pretty good job, especially since the poor guy had 17 fuckin seasons of iconic caboose to live up to so ofc no one is going to actually live up to that. he did pretty damn good and if i see any hate about him i will cry thank you.

now, onto things that i enjoyed kinda but also were just oaijdsgioasdjg ahhhh y'know?

first, sarge's death. ouch. owie ouch ouchies ow. that shit hurt man. i think they did it pretty well though, and the fact that he died protecting a blue?! gave simmons his shotgun and told him he was proud of him?! told grif he never gave up on him even when grif himself had?! oasjdgisadjgs. he's their dad, their dad fr. it broke my fucking heart, but i like how it was handled, i was decently satisfied with it. i like how they buried him back in blood gulch, where it all started. it felt really fitting.

also, the fact that they kept church dead. tbh i'm glad they did. i was thinking with their whole talking about memories around the campfire, like if it were to bring back church, tbh i wouldn't have liked it. his death in 13 wouldn't have been as meaningful, as impactful. plus, them bringing back tex who we haven't really seen since season 10? iconic i loved it they brought my wife back and i loved every fuckin second of it.

next, something i have big big big thoughts on that i don't know how to organise: wash's ptsd and everything. first off, finding out he'd been hallucinating doc the entire time?! fucking OWCHIES :( and like at the end when lina was talking to him and reminding him that these things weren't his fault and how it came across in visions of his other beloved freelancers showing up and talking to him? screaming actually. watching wash and his mental state and how everything unfolded hit particularly close to home for me, as a ptsd-havin bitch myself ^^; the way he was treated like he was fuckin crazy in the hospital made me sick to my stomach, and then finding out oh hey wait he actually is a bit crazy he's hallucinating doc because he blames himself for his death i'm like welp okay that's oaisdjgosadjgoisgj. just seeing how they handled that reminded me so much of things i've gone through myself, and idk if i'd say it was handled well or not but it was certainly handled in a way that's for sure ^^; might just be some of my internal biases because topics like this make me feel sick for personal reasons ofc, but uh yeehaw lol yeehaw.

also, meta tucker. screaming. the flashes of him pulling through while being controlled and him like apologizing to caboose and caboose being like 'i've already forgiven you for whatever you'll do' AOIGSDAIG YEOWZERS :( my brain hurts man. and with sigma too, sadly it wasn't elijah wood, but miles luna did a phenomenal job imo, it really sounded like og sigma to me and had me convinced they got elijah for the final season up until i saw the credits lol. also, the fact that there was such a lack of meta/tucker and wash interactions??? heresy. blasphemy. illegal. i will be beating my head against the wall thank you.

ALSO. LACK OF DONUT WAS FUCKING TRAGIC. but, ADMIRAL donut? proud of our boy for working through the ranks! but i'm so upset we didn't get to see him other than a simmons flashback/vision of him in a fuckin cheerleader outfit - which honestly? iconic. at least we got something.

and the last thought of the post, fuckin grimmons. grif and simmons. i'm gonna put my head through the wall osaidjgsioadjgsdiogjsdag. the way that the first thing simmons did as red team leader was set grif free because he's always known about how much he wanted to leave, 'if you love something let it go' or whatever oiasdgjdsoiagjsd. grif deciding to stay for the fight before heading out, their goodbyes and grif inviting him to visit even though he knows it's probably never going to happen but he had to try anyways, aiojsdgoisjgoisdjg i'm screaming crying throwing up actually. they should've made out though so rip for that missed opportunity :( i enjoyed the moments we got but i also wish we got more if that makes sense, y'know?

anyways that's all i have the mental energy to blab about for now, because oaisdgjodsiag agh y'know? drained from fuckin sobbing so much all day lmao i'm just a lil guy ^^;

might post a pt 2 to this though, copy-pasting the notes i took on my phone like while i was watching lmao. fair warning though it's a MESS because i was typing without looking plus a lot of autocorrect haha. i'll probably post it anyways though because i find it really funny tbh lol

#rem rambles #red vs blue #rvb #rvb 19 #rvb 19 spoilers #rvb restoration #rvb restoration spoilers #screaming crying throwing up #i will be beating my head against the wall until further notice if anyone else would like to join me

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