#i know this won't be everyone's cup of tea so if you are a bud and don't want to reblog i totally understand

[starrystevie]

tw: main character death, hurt no comfort, angst

steve's staring at eddie's face when he first hears the tinny notes of rock-a-bye baby through the shitty hospital room speaker. he closes the book in his hand, keeping his thumb in the spine to hold his place, and pauses to listen.

it's strange to hear it mix with the sounds of the machines that are keeping eddie alive, keeping stale air in his lungs and morphine in his veins. we're keeping him comfortable, they say as more white coats shuffle in to change soiled bandages and write in their stiff notebooks.

it's all a lie, a fallacy. if they were keeping him comfortable, he wouldn't be poked and prodded and kept so drugged up that he can't open his eyes. if they were keeping him comfortable, he would have hands holding his own without wires and probes in the way. he would have music and laughter and joy warming up the cold, sterile room.

but steve tries to keep him comfortable as best as he can. he comes by in the mornings before work, in whatever afternoons he has free, in the late night visiting hours when yet another date fails because his mind is focused on curly hair fanned out on a too-white pillow and too pale skin with sunken in cheeks.

steve brings books that dustin swears eddie would love, reads them aloud to a shell of a man and hopes he isn't mispronouncing far away planet names. he smuggles in a boombox and plays tape after tape that he finds in the mess of eddie's van, hoping that one will be just the thing to wake him up.

but mainly he talks. he brings him stories and secrets and problems that he locked away in his chest with a rusted over key. he trails fingertips over blue veins under the thin skin at his wrist wishing there weren't tubes and needles just a few inches above. steve sits in an uncomfortable hospital chair until he has to stand, has to pace, before settling back down to whisper unanswered prayers, asking that today is the day that eddie will magically come out of it all.

it isn't any different on the day that it all falls apart. with a book in his hand and one leg crossed over the other, he hears the soft notes start to play. and in a matter of seconds, the machines around the two of them scream out harsh warnings of failures and disaster.

there's what could have beens and should have beens on the tip of his tongue, in the back of his mind, clashing with the lullaby filling the room. steve would laugh at the irony if he didn't think it would bring him crumbling down. it's a life for a life, a new set of lungs gulping in the air that eddie doesn't get to have anymore, cries of joy in a room down the hall overshadowing steve's own. it's a family's world being put together while his own feels like it's falling apart.

after all, a new baby is supposed to be a joyous occasion isn't it?

eddie's machines are loud enough now to drown out the faint lullaby bleeding through the speaker. the flatline is loud enough to drown out steve's broken sobs for someone, anyone to help. and when they call a time and steve's holding his breath like he can breath it in for the both of them, he wonders if they have a song to play through the speakers for that, too.

[prettygrltatum]

Food For Thought!

T141 x Southern!reader

+ Simon "Ghost" Riley x Southern!reader

Tags: fem!reader! plantonic with the rest of the crew but you and Simon have a little something something yk?, canon typcial crusing, fluff, the boys just being silly, american and british bickering

a/n: so remember that little brain fart I had? so this is what happens when your bored with nothing to do <<33 I know that this won't do many southerns justice, we're all different from different cities to towns but I just wanted to share this with yall :)) also please tell me where yall from! I really want to know! Enjoy!

"What the hell is this (reader).." Price mumbled under his breath. He cranked his neck back as he looked at you with disgust. You rolled your eyes as you set the plate of fried chicken, string beans, and a nice, thick, creamy and chewy mac-n-cheese. "Okay, I'll go get the sweet tea. Do not and I mean do not touch anything!" You warned, leaving the dineing room to the kitchen. Soap came in as Ghost followed. "Aye. The hell is that?" Soap asked, sniffing the air to the unfamillar smell.

Price hunched his shoulder, and turned to the kitchen as you digged into the fridge trying to find the homemade sweet tea you made this morning. "I don't know, she made this mess. It looks greasy." He huffed. "I heard that! You haven't taste it yet!" You came back with a huge jug of sweet tea, the men looking at you with bewilderment. Gaz, running late had came into the dining room, his cheeky smile fading once the scent of southern food hit his nose.

"What's that?" He looked over to the abunces of food. He smiled as he turned to you and helped you with the jug of tea. "Thank you Gaz, anyways. I know you brits-"

"I'm not British." Soap shouted with offense. You all looked at him and then turning the attention back to you. "Anyways! This here? This here is the shit. Your taste buds will never feel the same after you eat these homemade classics of the south!" You squeaked. The men looked over at thefoood, the grease and butter glowing in the light. The men sruvnhed their noses as they groaned in disgusted.

Your feelings where slightly hurt, but as a proud (southern state) native, you must bring them the food from the home of the free. Eitehr way, any food you cook could explode their brains. "Think we should try it L.T?" Soap asked looking up at him. Simon had a bit of a soft spot for you. He loved your american accent, the way you had some much pride and respectful for yourself. He thought it was attractive. Might I say sexy? He was head over heels fpr you and wanted you to like him as much as possible. And if that means to eat your seemingly gross and fatty american food, then so be it.

"Wouldn't hurt to try." He simply said. "Really? Don't wanna be fat like them americans!" Soap joked. You reached over and punched his shoulder as he laughed. "Oh please! Half the people in this country needs a nice oral cleansing..”

Soap rolled his eyes and ignored your jab at him and moved on. “I think we should try it. Don’t seem so bad.” Ghost mumbled as he sat down next to you, his arm resting on your chair. “Really?” Gaz sighed.

“Yeah. Don’t seem so bad. Just Mac-n-Cheese.” He huffed at Gaz with a slight scorn to his tone. “Whateva you say I guess..” Soap sighed as he sat himself down at the food. “I want to try the tea first.” Simon said as he pointed to the tea jug. “Sure!” You stood up and pour each and everyone of you a cup of homemade natural born tea.

“Alright! Drink up!” You cheered. Price, oddity sniffed it and pushed the drink away. “No.” Ghost lifted his mask up, and took a sip before hacking and lammend the glass on the table. “AUGH! AUHN! WHAT THE FUCK?!” He screamed as you laughed at his intolerance to the sweetness of the tea.

Gaz just smacked his lips and pushed the cup away from him as well. “Too sweet, urgh!” He groaned as he smacked his lips and slapped his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Meanwhile Soap was still taking sip after sip of his drink, almost gone at this point. “Seems like you liked it Soap!” You giggled.

“I just like sweet stuff alright?” He chuffed as he sucked the life out of the cup. “I win!” Soap scoffed as he snatched Price’s cup of tea from him. Price didn’t seem to mind anyways. “You’re not gonna try Cap’?” He shook his head no, “I need to watch my blood sugar nowadays.” You chuckled at his words. Such an old man thing to say. Or someone who has diabetes. Either way it’s kinda funny. Not really.

“Okay try the Mac-n-Cheese now!!”

(Should I add onto this?)

[isfjmel-phleg]

and!! asks for the—oh, what's the name—the space girl webtoon! 1, 2, 13, 22?

Space Boy! (whose main character is a girl <3)

1, what got you into this story?

@fictionadventurer, who is pretty perceptive about what will strike a chord, recommended it. I bought the first two volumes and they sat on my shelf for a ridiculously long time before I decided to read them and got sucked in. It was fantastic.

2. describe it in one or two sentences.

In a version of the far future, a girl with a form of synesthesia that interprets people as having "flavors" moves from deep space to Earth, where she must adjust to a new life and meets a boy who apparently has no flavor. What he does have is a lot of secrets, and her budding bond with him leads her far deeper into dangerous mysteries than she ever bargained for.

13. tell me an out-of-context piece of worldbuilding or lore!

The protagonist's favorite song is "Opal Oak," by a band called Pumpernickel Lullaby. It makes just about as much sense in context.

22. FREE SPACE: say anything you want about the story!! <3

It's back from hiatus! I've been following it with interest for the past few weeks.

I know this story won't be everyone's cup of tea, but I do love it a lot. The characters and relationships and gradually unfolding backstories compel me, the worldview is so unflinchingly kind even when certain characters and situations aren't, and it really pays off as a reread too. I can't believe there isn't a beautifully-done animated series to show everyone, because it would translate perfectly to that medium.

[somereaderinblue]

It's already Day 6 of Trigun Fanfiction Appreciation Week. I don't want any regrets so here goes: I give you a VW mpreg rec list. If this isn't your cup of tea, that's fine. If it is:

what I am trying to cultivate… by Altered-Havoc (Altered_Karma)

100/10, I've lost count on how many times I reread this. Both of them have suffered & after everything, they finally get a soft epilogue. Angst? Who dat? This is 80% comfort to me.

Surprise, Wolfwood! It's A Bouncing Baby Plant! by @attackofthezee, rated T

WW returns from the dead & there's a surprise waiting for him. 3 guesses as to what it is.

Until The End by squishycake, rated E

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” – Richard Siken A bittersweet fic wherein an aging WW makes peace with his mortality but not before Vash two new lives.

Innocent Souls by NaughtyJacks (JackalJamboree), rated T

In a quiet moment, Vash asks WW to bless the two blessings he carries. Vash knows WW is still keeping secrets from him, but he also knows that he's decided to choose Vash & his kids over them. And that only makes him love him more.

o' light, won't you shine (upon souls of youth) by seventhgiver (fifthgiver), rated T

Another bittersweet fic wherein WW still faces his canon death, but Meryl & Milly are there to support Vash through thick & thin. There's angst, but it really does have a happy ending.

dear star and spring bud, my preachers by elemmacil, rated T

Post-canon AU where VW have a child. Does a great job at depicting their awe over the fact that they were allowed to make this dream their reailty.

I've Taken to Calling Him Nico by mak000000, rated G

Short one-shot wherein Vash tells WW that the little boy he assumed to be Lina's baby brother is in fact someone's kid. 3 guesses as to who's the father.

i’d give you the sun (i’d give you the sun) by justotherdays, rated M

Set post-Trimax, full of nothing but tenderness & a much deserved happy ending.

This is not humanity's song, this is ours by O_ToJoy, rated M & T

An AU where Knives's victory is short-live & WW has to pick up the pieces, one of said pieces being Nikolai. He's 16 years too late, but that won't stop him from trying.

Talk About Timing by lucifergooseifer (Lucifergooseifer), rated M

A small detour causes everything to NOT go according to plan. BUT! Nothing (too) bad happens, I swear.

A Black Angel at Your Side by hazeltea (madlovescience), rated E

I would've listed this at the top but then I read it, cried, & slapped it here. I want to devour this but also throw up. On a side note, I like how this fic depicts Livio's still somewhat religious view on Plants & how said view is deeply embedded in NML's culture, which causes conflict with the Earth Federation. There's also a Meryl POV chapter where she justifiably remains wary of Livio/Razlo, which really individualizes her. Also has fanart.

Flower Dew, Deep Waters, Desert Thirst & Use My Heart by cloudbureiku, rated E & M

Aside from smut, there's also tender caring & non-sexual intimacy, all of which are three of many reasons why VW is our bread & butter.

Lavender by @vaporame

Gotta love it when Plant pregnancy involves markings & telepathic bonds. Totally makes breaking the news to your s/o less nerve-wracking. Their other VW works are also recommended.

Modern AUs

To Build a Home by hielhue, rated G

Everyone is alive & happy, and WW narrates how he met Vash, fell in love & started a family.

cause everything else is a substitute for your love by @sascake, rated M

VW have a bad history when it comes to using protection despite one of them ironically owning a sex shop. They're not perfect but they make it work.

little moment verse by justotherdays, rated G & M

VW's journey as parents. In the second fic in the series, the author isn't afraid to write how some parents, no matter how much they love their child, still inevitably struggle. Which is why it's important to have support.

devil on your shoulder (or the angel laying on your tummy) & paint the town red by cloudbureiku, not rated & G

The former guest stars the one & only Kuroneko while the latter shows us why it really isn't advisable for heavily pregnant parents to sit on the floor.

[gwaciechang]

Paid in Full

Just realized this was still in my drafts. It's the "smoking bad weed" story I alluded to in my last post.

Summary: You can't afford to pay Eddie for his weed with dollars, so you give him a blowjob instead.

Pairings: gn!OC/Eddie Munson

Warnings: You see that summary? Yeah, if that doesn't look like your cup of tea, don't read further.

For @whothehellisvee

"Thirty dollars?"

Eddie throws up his hands. "My source is out of town, and this is my last ounce until he comes back. You can take it or leave it, up to you."

You sigh and lean back on your bed, swinging the cord across the empty bottle on your dresser. The sight reminds you of how you paid Billy Hargrove to steal you a bottle of cognac from the store. It wasn't a good blowjob, you know that because it was your first, but he wanted to commit a crime anyway. Eddie Munson, on the other hand, probably didn't want to sell you the last of his weed. Times like this makes you wish you had more friends you could talk to about this, but sometimes, you just have to jump in with both feet.

"Your uncle's not there, are you?"

You can almost hear Eddie's eyes roll. "I never sell while he's around, I won't get him in trouble." He says the last part softly, and you smile a little.

"Great," you say, preparing your toothbrush for when you get back. "I'll come by in a few minutes."

Eddie gives you his usual smile when he opens the door. A thrill runs down your back as you walk inside, and you hear him click the door shut behind you, knowing what you're about to do.

"Here," he says, holding out a single brownish green bud. Your mouth waters at the sight, not of the weed, but the other thing you see as you look down.

Eddie's in his boxers, and the way he's turned around presses the outline directly against the fabric. It's much, much bigger than Billy's, and you think wildly that you'd do this even if he doesn't give you a discount.

"Do what?"

The realization that you'd said that out loud, rather than making you more nervous, just gets you giddy. "I want to suck you off," you say, boldly. Man, if you could channel this sudden courage into other aspects of your life.

Eddie looks deeply uncomfortable. "Look, if you can't afford it, you can just tell me. You don't have to come in here and offer, you know."

"I want to," when did you get up? "Please, Eddie?"

Eddie's boxers hit the floor with a thud that's probably only loud in your head. You were right, his dick is huge, and it's only getting bigger as his breathing gets heavier. His eyes are wide, he's biting his lip, and his hands are going nowhere near your head like Billy's and everyone else you'd sucked off had.

"So, where do I start?" you ask.

"What?" comes out strangled.

"You know, where are the sensitive parts? Do you like it if I use my hand, too? Should I trace your veins with my tongue, or focus on the head more?"

Eddie groans, falling against the front door. "I don't know," he whispers.

You frown. "Have you never had a blowjob before?" What a waste, his dick is so pretty, you want to put a little bowtie on it.

"Nobody but myself has ever touched it."

"Their loss," you say, before sinking as far forward as you can.

The cry he lets out sounds like a sob, and you briefly consider showing him mercy. But it's only a brief consideration, before you sink even further forward as the muscles in your throat relaxes. You can feel every shudder that runs down his spine, but he doesn't thrust forward. Thank god, because you're pretty sure you'd die if he did. He's getting hard now, and filling up so much of your mouth that it's hard to breathe. Even though there's no hand in your hair, tears fill your eyes anyway.

A hand clumsily pets your cheek. "You, uh, are you okay?" he asks breathlessly.

Oh, yes, you would say, if you could move your jaw. You have just barely enough space to move your tongue, so you do, experimentally tasting different spots until you tap the tip of your tongue against the soft spot underneath, just behind the cockhead, and Eddie nearly collapses.

Oh, there the thing that makes him fall apart. You press your tongue even harder against that spot, and a shout from above is your only warning before cum hits the back of your tongue.

He sinks to the floor until you're eye to eye.

Now it's your turn to reach up and wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes. "Good?" you ask, so cheerful that he glares up at you. It just makes you laugh.

"Just take it," he throws the bud at you.

"It's okay," you wink. You were never going to doubt your skills again. "I'd rather smoke it with you, if you want."

(So, yeah, just pretend like I posted this before I posted Fuck the Police Again.)

[no-not-without-you-blog]

Whumptember 23rd: Asking for Help

Summary: You are frustrated and Steve knows just how to help you.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Fingering, Some light dirty talk, Pregnant Reader, Slight Pregnancy Kink

Please don't come at me for the reader being pregnant again, I just love a man who loves his woman and children. I understand that pregnancy and pregnancy tropes are not everyone's cup of tea, but I love them and while they won't be a part of every story, they will be there a lot!

“Steve! Steve, I need your help! Steeeeeeeeve!” You yelled down the hall, trying to get the attention of your husband. You had both been working in the nursery all day and he had gone downstairs to scrounge up some dinner for the two of you. You heard his heavy feet coming up the stairs.

“I just started dinner babe, can it wai- What the hell, Y/N!?!?!” He rushed over to you, seeing you on the ground, seemingly stuck between the dresser and the crib.

“I dropped a pair of his socks and they rolled under the crib. I thought I would be able to get them but when I got down here, I couldn’t reach them. I tried to get back up, but I got stuck. I’m so tired of being pregnant, I feel like a beached whale and I haven’t seen my feet in months, let alone other parts of my body. I don’t even know that my bits exist anymore. I’m hot all the time and everything hurts and I blame all of this on you!” You had started crying and by this point you were close to sobbing.  Steve started laughing while he helped pull you back to a seated position. He leaned your back onto his chest and wrapped his arms around you. You couldn’t help but also laugh while still crying. Good God, you really were going insane at this point. 

“It’s not funny.” You said while still laugh-crying. “I could have been hurt and how would you feel laughing at me.”

“My apologies. So, were you hurt?” He asked you, his words still full of laughter while he attempted to make his face serious. You just gave him a glare.

“...no.”

“Well, okay then. I’m glad you weren’t hurt. Next time, just wait and I can come help you.” He kissed your head sweetly. 

“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.” You rolled your eyes at him and gave him some sass, making him smile. He loved it when you got sassy with him. He held you for a moment, just enjoying being close to you.

“I’m sorry that you're hurting. You know I would do just about anything to take that away from you. And you don’t look like a whale. You look like my gorgeous wife who is lovingly carrying my son. I’ve honestly never seen you look more beautiful.” You scoffed slightly, not believing him.

 “I’m being honest, love. You drive me crazy, so soft and round all over. God, the things you make me think.” He was saying all of this in your ear and the feeling of his closeness and the words he was saying were sending shivers through your body and heat straight to your core. He reached his hands around and one rested on your swollen breast while the other moved down your body until it found the sensitive spot it was looking for. “And I promise you, you’ve not lost any part of yourself. See? It’s right here.” You breathed in a broken breath as he gently circled your clit. His hand was shoved inside your panties and the lack of room for his hand to move meant that his hand added pressure to your mound, increasing the sensation of his fingers. He felt how wet you had become in just a short period of time and he moved his fingers from circling your sensitive bud to teasing your opening. He slowly dipped a finger in, giving you time to adjust. He slowly moved it in and out while his thumb took over circling your clit. You moaned out in pleasure as he added a second finger and curled them slightly inside of you.

“There’s my girl.” He said in a deep, sultry voice. His fingers curled just a bit more and he knew he had found your spot when you let out a sound more animal than human. 

“God, I love hearing you make those sounds for me.” He was rapidly bringing you towards your release and you were clinging tightly to his arm, effectively riding his hand as he fucked them up into you over and over.

“Go on, baby. I need to feel you come around my fingers. Let me feel you.” He was panting at this point, his own arousal driving him. You felt yourself fall off the edge and he continued to work you through your orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Doing so good for me.” All you could do was breathe heavily while he held you until you came down from your high. He kissed your neck and whispered sensual and loving things in your ear. After a moment or two, you breathed a deep sigh of relief. 

“I know you're frustrated, baby. But just know that I love you and appreciate all you are going through to bring our son into the world.” You leaned your head back and he pressed his lips to yours upside down. “Now, how about you go take a bath while I finish dinner?”

You looked at him confused. “What about you? Aren’t you wanting some help of your own?”  He chuckled and kissed you again. “Oh, you thought we were done for the night? Oh, no no. I’m just getting started. I think I need to help you two or three more times.” He wagged his eyebrows and smirked at you. “I plan on helping you all night long.”

Taglist:

@annasrefuge @chrisevansdaughter 

[hotch-stufff]

I Promise to Never Let You Go

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings!: kissing, crying(happy tears), fluff, wedding, Jack being the cutest best man, but literally all fluff. In the flashbacks though. There are mentions of kidnapping, arguing, kissing, but mostly fluff in those too

Description: Yours and Aaron's wedding :)

A/n: I was in the mood to write something fluffy, so I figured why not go with a wedding. I absolutely love writing soft Hotch.

*italics are flashbacks*

-Masterlist-

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Your heart beat out of your chest. 

Your gown fluttered around your feet as you moved forward to wait for him.

You stood hesitantly before the door, you knew he would look amazing. You knew he would be standing there wearing that soft smile.

You pushed open the door and walked to him. He heard you coming and when you reached him you tapped his shoulder. He began turning slowly, and his breath hitched when he looked at you.

A tear filled his eye as he stared at awe at your floor length dress that fit you perfectly. He looked from the soft fabric of your viel to the uncomfortable heels he knew you would ditch the first chance you got.

He looked at your engagement ring, holding your hand in his. His eyes shifted to your lips, the sparkling pink gloss that adorned them. And then finally he looked deep into your eyes.

"You, you are breathtaking." He breathed. His voice was softer than you had ever heard it before. You smiled at him.

"And you, Mr. Hotchner, are so wonderfully handsome." He blushed at your words, he always did when you complimented him. He leaned towards you, pressing his forehead against your own.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked, as he cupped your face, rubbing his thumb soothingly against your cheek. You placed your hand on his, and smiled. You were more than ready.

"So ready." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"See you out there." He whispered, pulling away.

First kiss

"Thanks for the ride, Hotch." He looked over at you, smiling softly.

"Of course Y/l/n. Anytime." The car filled with awkward silence as you two sat there. But your eye contact never broke. It didn't even waver. You felt yourself leaning in slightly, but he turned away.

"Goodnight Y/l/n." His voice was hoarse and full of emotion. 

"Um, goodnight Hotch." You unbunckled your seat belt and slid out of the car, shutting the door behind you. 

Why were you filled with such a sense of disappointment? What were you expecting?

He watched you as you walked through your door, and he waited until you turned out the lights.

He should have kissed you. 

But he didn't know how you felt.

He couldn't see you peeking out your window, thinking the same thoughts.

He should have kissed you.

He turned off the car, ran through the yard, stepped on your front porch.

Before he could knock, you turned on the light, and opened the front door.

And he kissed you.

And now that he kissed you, he never wanted to stop.

The guests were waiting, and Aaron stood at the end of the aisle. His son stood next to him, and he glanced up at his dad. 

"Daddy?" Aaron bent down so he could be eye level with his son.

"What's up buddy?" He asked. Smiling at the boys crooked tie in his mini suit.

"Can, can I call Miss Y/n mama now? Cause you guys will be married?" The innocence of his son made Hotch's heart swell.

"Are you sure bud?" He nodded quickly.

"Yeah, mommy will always be mommy. But now I can have a mama too!" He was practically jumping up and down with excitement. 

"Of course Jack. If that's what you want." Hotch smiled before standing back up.

"Thanks daddy!" He wrapped his little arms around Hotch's legs, before standing back in his spot.

Meeting Jack

"Are you sure he will like me?" You asked, nervousness filling your voice. You were meeting Jack for the first time and you were terrified.

"Absolutely. He will love you, I promise." He squeezed your hand as he pulled into his driveway. "Are you ready?"

"I guess." Your voice shook as you stepped out of the car, and walked to Hotch's front door. He unlocked it and walked inside. 

"Hey Jess." He greeted the woman in the kitchen before going off to find his son.

"You must be Y/n!" Jess walks over and introduces herself.

"Yeah, that's me. It's so nice to meet you!" You went to shake her hand, but she quickly brought you into a hug.

"Jack is so excited to meet you." She says, which calms you immensely. 

"Really?" She nodded, and smiled softly at you. You were both quiet for a few moments before she spoke up again. "Thank you." You look at her confused. 

"What for?" You weren't expecting her next words.

"I haven't seen him this happy in a long time. So just, thank you." You smiled and looked down. Before you could say anything else, a little boy, the spitting image of Hotch, stood in the doorway. You looked over and walked towards the boy.

"Hi Jack. I'm Y/n." He squinted at you and looked you up and down. You began to grow nervous as your boyfriend walked up behind his son.

"Jack?" He asked, worried his son was upset.

"Spiderman or Batman?" He asked, still squinting. You held back a smile and a serious look adorned your face.

"Spiderman obviously." You say and Jack is quick to smile.

"Me too! I love Spiderman." Jack walked forward and grabbed your hand, going on and on about all his Spiderman toys as he led you to his toy room. Hotch smiled as he watched you, and his heart was overfilled with joy.

"Don't let her go Aaron." Jess whispers once Jack drags you out of earshot.

He just smiled and shook his head.

"I don't plan on it." And he walks back the hall to join you two.

The music starts and the people grow quiet. 

The doors open slowly, and the flower girl, one of your nieces, begins making her way down the aisle. Behind her is Henry, carrying the rings.

Hotch takes a deep breath before the bridesmaids begin emerging.

Each one wearing a different dress in the same color. Emily, and then Penelope, and then Jj.

The music changes and Hotch's heart stops.

He may have already seen you, but you look even more beautiful as you walk down the aisle. Your father holds on to your arm, whispering how happy for you he is the whole way.

But you can't take your eyes off of Aaron.

This was it.

You reach the end of the aisle, and your dad kisses your cheek gently.

He turned to Aaron.

"If you ever hurt her, I'll kill you." He threatened, an edge of humor in his voice.

"Yes sir. But I promise you, I won't ever hurt her." Was Aaron's response and you fell a little more in love with him.

You turned towards him, and he mouthed an i love you before the priest began speaking.

"We are gathered here today…"

First 'I love you'

His heart was bursting from his chest as he looked at the fear in your eyes. He wanted to look away. Because the fear scared him beyond believe, but he couldn't. Because if he looked away, he would see the gun pointed at your head, and the arm wrapped around your throat.

"Please." You begged. It had been 3 days since your disappearance. 3 long, insufferable days. 

They had finally found you, but this unsub was not giving in that easily.

"Shut up." He growled in your ear and you whimpered as his hold on your throat tightened.

"Just let her go." Aaron tried talking him down. "We don't want to hurt you, we just need you to let her go." He thought he was convincing, he thought he had you in his grasp.

But the unsub surprised everyone by turning his gun on Hotch. He waited a minute and then shot him. He fell back and hit the ground hard.

"No!" Your broken scream ripped through the air as the unsub released you. Derek shot him and you scrambled over to Aaron.

"Aaron, Aaron are you okay? Where is it?" You searched desperately for the wound, but didn't find one. You finally found the point of impact and it was just on his vest. You sighed in relief and your body sagged.

"It hit my vest. It just, knocked the wind out of me." He muttered, breathing heavily on the ground. He slowly stood up and you did as well. Before you could say anything else, he brought you into a bone crushing hug.

"I love you." Your voice wavered as you began sobbing into his chest. Neither of you had said those words yet, but you supposed it was time. He pulled you closer, if that was possible, and stroked your hair soothingly.

"I love you too sweetheart." He murmured. 

"About time!" Morgan yells across the room, and everyone chuckles.

You giggle softly and stare up at the love of your life.

"Well, I guess the secrets out." He says, his voice void of any sternness and a soft smile resting on his face. 

"Yeah." You muttered softly before lifting on your toes and kissing him desperately. 

"I have been told that the couple have prepared their own vows." The priest's voice booms from beside you. 

"Aaron?" Aaron pulls out his paper from his pocket, and stares deep into your eyes. He takes a deep breath before beginning. 

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, I love you. It took me a long time to realize and an even longer time to say it. But I do, I really love you. More than I have loved in my life. I remember the first time I had realized. We were on the plane and I was exhausted, refusing to sleep though. You stood up, only being on the team for about 4 months, and you walked to the kitchen. You came back with a cup of tea and you stole my file." People chuckled and you smiled at the memory.

"You told me, 'Hotch, if you don't sleep, I will throw you off this plane.' I thought you were kidding, but you had that look in your eyes, that little sparkle that I have come to love. And I just, I couldn't deny you anything. So I fell asleep and I woke up to all of my files being done.

I got home in time to tuck my son in that night. And, and I have never been more grateful for a person in my life Y/n. That was the moment I fell for you.

I fell faster than I have ever fallen in my life. You complete me. You are the missing piece that I have been looking for. And in this dark dark world we live in, you are the light that leads me through the days. I don't know where I would be, had I not met you.

I hope you know how much I love you. And how much my son loves you."

"I love you more than spiderman!" Jack yells from beside his dad and you let out a watery chuckle at his little outburst.

"More than Spiderman? Wow." Hotch responds as he continues, tears appearing in his eyes.

"You are incredible Y/n. And I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. You're it for me. I love you, forever. And I promise to never let you go. For as long as I may live." His voice was so full of emotion by the end of his speech that he had to take a moment to calm down before slipping your ring onto your finger.

"Y/n?" The priest asks you next.

You reach behind you and JJ hands you your vows. You open the paper and try to calm your breathing before you start.

"Aaron Christopher Hotchner, I love you. I feel like I haven't said those words enough. I love you more than anything in this world. You are the most incredible person that I know. You do so much for me and for Jack, and you make me complete.

It took me so long to finally break down those walls of yours, but I am so glad that I did. Because now, now I have the most amazing man in the world. Now I get to spend the rest of my life telling you how much I love you.

I still remember the first time we said those words. I don't think I could forget. You scared me so much and I was so worried I would never get this moment with you. 

But we're here, we made it through everything life has thrown at us. And I have no doubt that we will survive everything that life throws at us in the future. I will always be here, I will be here to fill your coffee, to hold you when you need to be held. To put a smile on your face if you need a light. I love you Aaron Hotchner." You stopped and bent down so you were eye level with Jack.

"And Jack, I love you little man. I always will, I promise." He leans forward and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too mama." Your heart just about stops as you stand back up, tears filling your eyes. You look at Aaron and he is no better.

"I love you Aaron, and I promise to never let you go. For as long as I may live." You finish your vows and hold back a sob. You're just so damn happy with this man in front of you.

You slip his ring on his finger, and his hands grip your own as the priest continues. 

First Fight and Moving in Together

"Okay, what about a blue color?" You asked as you scanned the different paint shades. This was more difficult than you both had anticipated.

"What about grey?" He asked.

"Grey? That's too.. gloomy." You giggled at his furrowed brow.

"Gloomy?" His voice grew softer at your giggling. "Alright fine, how about a soft green." He suggested.

"Okay, now we're talking" you reached over and grabbed a grayish green and held it up for him to see. 

"I like it. It will look great with my couch." He says.

"Your couch? I thought we were keeping my couch?" You two really needed to sort out all the details. He had recently asked you to move in with him, and you were trying to pick out a paint color for the living room. 

"No, we are keeping your side table, not your couch." He muttered. 

"Fine, fine. But we are keeping my shelf right?" He looks bewildered for a moment.

"Where would we put it?" He asks. Honestly this was getting kind of frustrating. 

"I don't know. Okay, what about my chair?" He sighed tiredly. 

"Y/n, there isn't any space for it." You shook your head.

"Aaron, you can't expect me to just get rid of all my stuff." You stated. He heard the frustration in your voice, but continued anyway.

"Why not? The stuff in my place is fine." This probably wasn't the best place to have this conversation.

"Because Aaron, then we would just be living with your stuff. It wouldn't be our place, it would still be your place. Besides, my stuff is important to me. I cannot believe you think I should just get rid of all of it" You were beyond frustrated with the man in front of you.

"Sweetheart-" but you cut him off.

"You know what, it's been a long day, let's just head home." Maybe you were being dramatic, but he can't just expect you to get rid of everything.

The car ride was silent the entire way back to his house. Only when you pulled into the driveway did you realize it wasn't his house at all, it was yours.

"What are we doing here?" You asked.

"Lets go pick out some stuff for the house okay? For our house. I'm sure we can compromise on a few things. Your couch can even go into my office." He was trying really hard and you felt bad for being so stupid and dramatic. 

"I'm sorry. Thank you Aaron." You leaned over the console and kissed him. 

"I'm sorry too sweetheart. I love you." He whispered against your mouth. You pulled back to admire him.

"I love you too."

"Do you, Aaron Hotchner, take Y/n Y/l/n, to be your lawfully wedded wife, for as long as you both shall live?" Aaron squeezed your hands and looked deep into your eyes.

"I do." He spoke softly.

"And do you, Y/n Y/l/n, take Aaron Hotchner to be your lawfully wedded husband, for as long as you both shall live?" 

"I do." A tear slipped down your cheek as your face began to ache from smiling so much.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Aaron cupped your cheeks before bringing you in for the best kiss you had ever shared.

He moved his hands down to your waist before picking you up and spinning you. You giggled as he went to set you down but instead slipped his arm under your legs and carried you out of the reception. You laughed as you guests cheered.

"That was a bit of a dramatic exit Mr. Hotchner." You say, teasing him.

"Only the most dramatic for you, Mrs. Hotchner." You smiled at the name.

"I love you." You murmured.

"I love you too sweetheart." And his lips found yours once again.

Proposal

"Seriously Aaron, where are we going?" You giggled as he dragged you further down the path. He had been increasingly suspicious the last few days. You weren't entirely sure what was going on, but the goofy smile he was wearing right now distracted you from your thoughts.

"My god woman, you are so impatient." He laughed and walked a little further past an opening in the branches. "We're here." He shoved you forward slightly and you gasped at the bueaty of the scene.

The view from the top of the mountain was breathtaking. But to add to it all, the white ros petals spread across the ground made it that much more beautiful.

"Aaron what is all this?" You asked, spinning around to see him. Your voice caught in your throat and you gasped once again.

He was down on one knee, as he pulled a small box from his pocket.

"Aaron…" your voice was quiet as you stepped towards him. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring with silver swirls surrounding it. 

"Y/n, I love more than words can express. You make me unbelievably happy, and I can't imagine my life without you." You couldn't contain your tears as he continued, taking your hand in his own. "Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and marry me?" His voice was so full of emotion and you nodded.

"Yes, yes of course I will." He stood in front of you and slipped the ring on your finger before bringing you into a desperate kiss.

"I love you so much Aaron." You said once he pulled away. He gently moved a piece of your hair behind your ear before softly kissing you again.

"I love you too. So damn much." He murmured back against your lips.

"It's time for the official first dance of Mr. And Mrs. Hotchner." Rossi announced as everyone cleared the dance floor. You both made your way over and you smiled up at your husband. 

The soft melody of Amazed plays over the speakers as he takes your hand. 

He spins you and brings you close, before settling his hand on your waist and the other holding your hand tightly in his own.

He begins to spin you around the dance floor as he sings the words softly to you.

"I'm so in love with you." You smile at the man in front of you. "I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, forever and ever." He sings the words in your ear and you rock back and forth. He pulls you impossibly closer and pulls his head back only to lean in and kiss you. 

"Baby. I'm amazed by you." He whispers as the song dies out. Everyone begins clapping as you admire his beautiful face.

"You, you are amazing, my love." Your voice breaks slightly at the emotional situation. 

He smiles one of those breathtaking smiles.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you and Jack. A family." He murmurs into your hair as he pulls you close again.

"Me too." You pause, unsure if this is the right time to tell him. "But, we may have to add someone to that list." You say. He looks confused for a moment before the realization crosses his face. 

"You're…?" He trails off and you nodded, another smile making its way to your face. 

"Honey, thats, thats…" he can't even finish the sentence, he just pulls you in for another kiss.

"God, I'm so in love with you." He says.

"I love you too Aaron." And you continued your dance, even happier than before.

<3 <3 <3

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Thank you so much for reading, I hope you all liked it. Also I am starting a tag list. If you would like to be included, just message me and I will add you! Also just let me know who you want to be tagged for.

Hope you all enjoyed!

*Images from Google and ssahotchnerxx, but mood board is mine*

[hungrydogs-if]

After finding out Levi Stocke is Dane's face claim I decided to romance him even harder. Prepare yourself, Dane 😤 And the other characters are so pretty too! Do you mind telling us a little more about Keno?

you got your work cut out for you, he's oblivious to romantic hints 😂 might have to grab his face and sloooowly confess your feelings and he'd still blink and be like "yeah you're my best bud too sparky, why are you holding my face tho".

if the crew won't make it as a club, they could just as well start a modeling company ayooo okay but!!! i screeched when i saw keno because he is a character and i love writing him so much.

kiril is an absolute powerhouse, both physically and mentally. he's like the dad of the group; exasperated half of the time, and trying to be the voice of reason the other half.

before he joined hdmc, he was a strongman of quite renown, but was cast out due to a doping scandal that was eventually proven false. still, at that point he'd grown fond of the misfits and stayed as a member, quickly gaining the rank of road captain due to his punctuality, detail oriented mind, and calm presence.

as the name might suggest, keno, or kiril, is of russian descent, and has immigrated to san maro after the doping incident. it still weighs on him, and occasionally gets irritated if he's falsely accused of lying or being deceitful, as he is one of the most honest people you're ever going to meet.

his backstory has a lot to do with lies as well since the scandal absolutely ruined him; he lost his wife, his children, his home, his friends, his parents, his income, his pride. that's why he works tirelessly to protect those younger members from false accusations, and has toyed with the idea of reading law. also takes much of the accusations on himself, since he's "the big scary russian that no one truly wants to mess with".

keno never wanted to be a criminal, but if everyone wishes to paint him as such, he will oblige.

fun facts though!

he is the oldest member of hdmc, going on 40!

also the most tattooed one, which makes mona sulk. ("he's build like brick shit house, i don't even have that much skin!")

looks like a stereotypical criminal, but prefers sitting in a comfy chair and read. with tea. the cups look ridiculous in his hand.

his favorite tea is chai, but only the authentic kind. he will know the difference.

mostly a pacifist, never uses his strength to hurt, but to restrain. no one has successfully broken out of his grip so far.

would take you to a theater play to get your mind off stuff, ngl.

and for you enjoyment, the face claim! i don't know who he is, but he has worked as keno's face for a while. although, instead of a buzz cut his head is covered in tattoos, and his beard sports more gray than brown. body is more barreled as well, like this!

thank you for letting me write about him!! i'll love you forever <3

[herlovers]

IN GOD'S HANDS PT. I

[matsukawa issei] priest!issei, fem!reader dark content, sacrilege, public sex, orgasm denial, fingering, unprotected sex, 921 words. This is a repost from my now deleted blog, part 2 will be posted tomorrow. @hqintheclub

There was something about the way Father Issei looked at you.

There was no reason for it to be concerning, but, somehow you felt as if those brown eyes were looking at you in a different way. You let the thought pass, thinking that it was only your imagination, Father Issei had been nothing but kind to you. A gift from God, if you saw it a certain way.

People said he had a natural talent with people, and everyone ended up enthralled by the way he attracted so many to the congregation, especially being considered one of those priests who didn't follow the rules or religious etiquette as he should.

Maybe that was the reason why you ended up getting close to him. Besides the fact that you couldn't resist having him around. Conversations about him, especially among those girls your age showed what effect he had on them. Because it wasn't possible that God would make someone that attractive just to make him take a vow of chastity.

Still, anyone who talked to him would tell you the same thing, if it weren't for his cassock or the collar he wore, it felt as if Issei was nothing more than a literate in philosophy or religion. He had no cover, not even for the secrets of the diocese. But of course, that smile of his made him pass over any problem as if it were nothing.

You don't even remember why you had gone to his office, perhaps to discuss a topic you still didn't understand, because, whether it was a biblical passage or simply to chat about a bit of religious theory, Father Issei always had everything ready for a cup of tea and a long conversation.

Now, that wasn't a conversation, or, for that matter, more than a conversation.

"Easy, easy," he murmured close to your ear. You had already lost all sense of time, and, most certainly, of space.

All that mattered were two things: that you were still on holy ground, or, rather, at the back of the church, in the office of Priest Issei and no more than a couple of steps away from the bishop's office. And, secondly, the way Issei's fingers were making you feel should be considered sacrilege in and of itself.

"God, you don't know how many times I've dreamed of having you like this" the man's lips found themselves kissing your exposed skin, passing over the only thing adorning your neck at that moment, a silver rosary that decorated your bare chest. "Always so beautiful, in that long skirt, so innocent, like you don't drive me crazy every time you come near."

His long, skillful fingers were working on your tight hole at the same time they were working on your clit, but, in a way, it felt like his hands were exploring every part of your body, even those you didn't know about. He was looking at you with intensity, returning to repeat a movement that would cause you to spasm in the slightest. As much as he was totally turned on by everything about you, he couldn't help but worry, just a little, that you might get caught, but it was only the slightest concern.

"I-I-ssei" you replied with your hands squeezing the edge of the desk, it seemed as if all your senses were awake, you could hear your hands scratching the wood from the desk you were on, you could feel his long fingers, the ones inside you, and the ones that were also massaging your badly needy bud. "P-please."

"Please what? if you don't use your words, I won't know what you want to tell me" he quickened his pace, making it harder for you to speak. "What do you want?"

"Your cock.” you blurted under your breath. “ I want your cock, please”

That was all he needed to hear. Issei didn't take long to unbutton his pants, he had been palming his aching cock already. You lifted your face once you felt the absence of his hands on your body, the mere image he was giving, still with the collar on might make you cum right then and there. Or maybe his huge cock, the one you only saw in videos and felt like a dream, something only a product of porn.

God must be a son of a bitch to make a priest like that, or he just enjoyed such disturbing things like those, there was no other explanation.

"You always come to my church," he began, letting his pants fall to the floor. "Show up with that smile, and that sinful cleavage, how do you expect me not to want to take you there in front of all the congregants, how do you expect me to hold back?"

As much as it looked like he had been trying to slowly work his way into you, as much as he tried to make it smooth, it seemed as if he was destroying everything in his path, tearing you in half in the process. It was exposing every single one of your nerves, leaving them sensitive to any touch of your inner walls. By the time he tried to move painfully, not even half of his entire length was inside you when you could feel the orgasm approaching at an accelerated pace, and in a way, you hadn't felt before

"I-Issei" you repeated, looking for anything to hold onto.

"Tch, who gave you permission to cum, doll? You won't until I say so."

ps. this was the first piece of smut I've ever written... and I'm proud

[calif0rnia-lovers]

dating johnny cruz would include

a/n: it's official, this is just turning into a soft Mayans page. left out the kisses because there's a type of kisses post comin

request: can we get dating coco? mayans masterlist

rating:💙

Check out the others I’ve done so far?: Dating Angel Reyes + Dating Ezekiel Reyes + Dating Obispo Losa

✦ to Coco, love is foreign territory--he's still learning to navigate the waters

✧ for the longest time, he was never on the receiving end of it

✦ that's why his love for the club is so strong. his brothers have loved him wholeheartedly, regardless of his past mistakes--so he's given them the same love in return

✧ in the past, sex was the extent of Coco's connection with women.

✦ quick and messy, gone the moment it's done--he never promised something more, never searched for it either.

✧ but there are moments when he's with Leticia that he finds himself thinking about wanting more

✦ he knows what she's grown up with--and although she's good at putting on a tough exterior she shouldn't have to.

✧ there are moments when he wants her to know the unconditional love of a mother

✦ although he believes Leticia deserves unconditional love, Coco doesn't believe he deserves the same

✧ so he doesn't go searching for it--it's brought to him courtesy of Leticia

✦ like Coco, she's perceptive--she notices the way he looks at you and goes out her way to make sure the two of you just "happen" to run into each other

✧ Leticia Cruz a.k.a. Miss "oh shit, I just remember I gotta go meet Gabi" and bolting before either of you can object

✦ in the beginning, he'll test you--so get ready--he's used to people leaving--why not help them do it?

✧ it'll come out of the blue, the moment he starts to feel himself getting comfortable with you

✦ he'll pick a fight, say how you're wasting your time, how you deserve someone's who's not as fucked up in the head

✧ he'll leave, expecting you to be gone when he comes back--nip that shit in the bud real quick

✦ wait for him to come home--pop up at the clubhouse if you really want to get your point across

✧ let him know that you're here to stay--and not to pull a stunt like that again--he'll silently nod, eyes dropping as you place a kiss against his cheek.

✦ but he won't ever try it again.

✧ remembers the smallest of things about you, and makes a point to show interest in things you're passionate about

✦ he learns more about his daughter when you're around, and the dates the two of you plan together--he still remembers the first time she came home gushing to him about the art gallery the two of you went to while he was away

✧ Coco isn't the biggest fan of PDA--he'll dial back a lot when he's around the club--so don't take offense

✦ his PDA comes through subtle touches and kisses

✧ soft kisses against your forehead, his hand squeezing yours before he leaves

✦ kisses against your temple as you stop to wrap your arms around his waist for a quick hug

✧ behind closed doors, that's when his true affection comes out--the invasion of personal space is the first sign.

✦ his arms around your waist, lips pressing against your neck and shoulders as you shuffle through the kitchen--head in your lap as you read, or watch tv

✧ a sucker for cuddles--little spoon? meet Mr. Don't Knock It Til You Try It

✦ that shit works wonders on him when he's stressed--you can find him that way on nights when he's feeling off

✧ loves to hold you against his chest

✦ most nights when you're lying on the sofa, head against his chest he has to carry you to bed

✧ run your fingers through his hair, please--if you don't then you don't deserve johnny coco cuz

✦ always mumbles in protest, but never pulls away--lets you braid it, run your fingers through it, massage his scalp--won't come out and say it, but he's a total sucker for it

✧ midnight conversations--laying face to face

✦ his hand tracing the curve of your hip, his eyes ghosting the features of your face

✧ most of the time they're about meaningless things, sometimes they're about the past or the future you want together, the things weighing heavy on his mind

✦ these are his favorite moments--he misses them the most when he's away, so they pick up over facetime--he'll stay on till you fall asleep

✧ Coco has trouble sleeping at times--one thing he loves about the club is sometimes it runs him ragged. before you, nights, where he would come home and pass out from exhaustion, were his favorite. less time to think

✦ he has nightmares--his inner demons resurfacing--he'll fall back to sleep, head resting against your chest, arm tight around you as you place soft kisses against his forehead

✧ on nights when he's restless, you two take late-night drives--lost beneath the wind and night sky

✦ he's a little too cautious the first time he gives you a ride on his bike--grins when you tell him to go faster

✧ he's an early riser--you'll wake up to your favorite cup of coffee/tea, breakfast made.

✦ it's nothing grand, he's not a great cook, but it's a gesture to say thank you for all you do for him and Leticia

✧ "hey, got you something." -- he's famous for pulling a gift for you out of his kutte pocket. they're never big or planned. they're often things that make him think of you when he's on a club run.

✦ date nights are nothing fancy--it's time for you two to unwind--alone time is what he's shooting for

✧ 80 percent of the time he'll bring Leticia along

✦ hickeys left against his skin as you two lay in the sunlight creeping through the living room window

✧ comfortable silence--that's how he knew you were the one, he knows hard it is to find someone you can simply be alone with

✦ pictures snapped--Coco has learned the importance of seeing the beauty in the world, he believes it can often be captured by a lens

✧ he often takes pictures of you--you beneath the sunlight, smiling while you whisper over ice cream with Leticia, you lying beneath the sheets on a lazy Saturday morning

✦ unplanned surprise but strategically planned on his part weekend getaways

✧ teaches you how to play pool, just so he can watch you kick everyone's asses

✦ you and Leticia convincing him it's not a safety hazard to take you both to target practice

✧ bike lessons--has a way of making you feel as though no matter many times you mess up, you're still doing a great job

✦ him respecting--and being thankful--for your girl time with Leticia. he knows there are just something's she'll never come to him for

✧ he makes a point to be there when you ask him to be home for dinner--he's trying to build family traditions

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[fallenbars]

SWATCH + SWATCHLING(S) SHENANIGANS ||

The dumb things series: ☕ Void☕

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*let's get this started, yeah?

Jenga's a thing. They actually play it on breaks often, even betting chores/work duties to do over it. You can imagine the poor guy that loses.. multiple winners, one loser. So many things to do..

Sometimes people hear soft screams at the cafe before it opens. It's simply the Swatchlings hyping each other up for the day and fawning over each others compliments to one another. Doesn't help when Swatch decides to bud in too.

Swatch is in charge of getting rid of the mice that get into the cafe. He hates it honestly, as he, himself, is scared by them as well.. No one needs to know that though. And if you're one of the rare few, you'll see his feathers ruffle up as he catches the mouse with his hand.

Sometimes Swatch sets up a game of "Who can get this done the quickest?" And boy, those Swatchlings can get competitive. There's no prizes..other than bragging rights. And you wouldn't think it, but from time to time, Swatch joins in as well.

There's a spinning wheel in the break room. It offers up free treats instead of discounted items for a certain amount of time. Everyone gets a try once a month...someone thinks it's rigged due to the fact Swatchling 7 keeps winning more often than not.

Believe it or not, eating competitions are a thing. Just not held often because those boys will eat.

Tea parties are a thing because it's fun. They won't care what you think, let them enjoy being regal for a day instead of tending to others just this once.

Apparently it's been said that one of the Swatchlings witnessed Swatch squeal after he had received a compliment from the Queen one time. No one's ever heard him do it again- It's not a silly shenanigan but it's a nice fact amongst the lot of them.

If someone falls asleep on the job (isn't uncommon) then Swatch has granted the request of doodling on someone's (amongst each other) face. Including Swatch himself. I kid you not, no one has been successful with him YET. But all the Swatchlings are waiting for the opportunity to get him.

Swatch has been known to be a goofball when one of the Swatchlings are upset or all of them. "Oh dear, seems I have butterfingers-" drops a banana peel and then walks away. Genuinely forgets about it since his minds always occupied and ends up actually slipping on said banana peel. It sounds very out of character but I assure you that was an accident that took place. Unfortunately for him, although it got a good laugh out of them, it's brought up embarrassingly enough from time to time.

Setting up cups, getting small golf clubs, small plastic golf balls and play indoor golf in the cafe after a stressful day is nice.

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A/N;

It's late and I'm know these aren't the best but I wanted to put something out at best for this tonight.

[strongsassysexysloane]

Tenth Day of Twelve - A Soft Thoughtful Twist

A/N - I like this one. Maybe I'm just impressed I've kept this going lol

. . . .

This morning you'd found a beautiful knitted scarf twirled up on your desk. It was a beautiful turquoise blue with a shimmer through it. The perfect addition to your winter wardrobe and made the walk between your car and the building considerably more pleasant.

You hadn't taken it off all morning, even in the building, it was too soft and warm to leave it behind. Kasie was instantly jealous of your present when you went to the lab to get an update with Bishop. Next was a ride out to the parents house to get some background and on the way back to the yard you bribed Ellie into stopping at the Diner for a late lunch. It wasn't much of a bribe, to be fair.

"Hi Elaine." You both walked up to the counter, Elaine turned around from wiping down the counter.

"Hi ladies, what can I get your hungry bellies today?" She smiled, slipping her cloth into her apron and stepping up to the register.

"Two coffees, make that three. Gibbs will need bribing once he finds out we've stopped for food."

"Done. He was only in an hour ago but I'm sure he needs a refill." You all chuckled, it was probably his sixth of the day but that stuff didn't effect him like most. It would only make him grumpier if he didn't have his consistent flow of bean juice. "Nice scarf. Where's you get it, hun?"

This brought an instant smile to your face and your hand up to fix it more around your neck. "It was a gift."

"Someone has taste. It suits you beautifully." Elaine hummed while pouring the cups of takeaway coffee. "Now while that helps you two stay awake, what food can I get you?"

You relayed your order. Adding a few extras for the boys just in case they were extra sulky about you bringing food back. Elaine hopped out back to help them move it along while there was a lull in people.

With the extra hand, the food was ready in no time and you were back on the road to the office. Ellie fed you fries on the way while she ate her burger not so gracefully. Motor pool would have words with you one day about eating in the cars but it can't be as bad as some of the suspect's you bring back. You shuddered a the thought.

"Elaine is right you know."

"Never said she wasn't."

"What did Elaine, wait you went to the diner?!" There was the Nick whine you predicted.

Bishop handed him a box. "Here. For your whiney tone." It was his favourite.

"I don't have a- thank you, Bishop."

She shook her head. " Don't look at me." Placing a steaming cup of coffee next to Gibbs left hand. "This was y/ns shout. She had to bribe me to go to the Diner."

Gibbs hummed. "I'm sure it was hard."

Ellie rolled her eyes while the guys snickered. You placed a box of fries on Tim's desk. "All it took was the word Diner and I'm paying."

"So five seconds." Tim added with a thank you nod before munching down a bunch of fries.

Ellie shrugged, skipping over to her desk and sitting. "I only had a bagel for breakfast, packet of chilly crisps for morning tea and a juice on the way to the parents. They were super unhelpful by the way."

"Didn' expect 'em to be. They hadn't spoken to their kid in five years but still needed to check 'em out." Gibbs gulped down what looked like half of his drink.

You all worked to find a lead which was a very long afternoon but the food helped and so did your scarf. There was no appearance from Jack at all until it was going home time for some. She waltzed down the stairs all chipper to be heading home.

Ellie slumped back in her chair. "Look who's the lucky one."

"Got my work done. All reports for Dwayne's case AND the Dinnins case. I need a drink and a shower. Missing the constant party that is NOLA however." She bounced on the balls of her feet, looking from an unhappy Ellie to an unhappy you. "Nothing?"

"Nothing." You shook your head at the lack of leads but raised your head at her mention of NOLA. "You'd go partying after a long day?" You chuckled, you don't know where she got her energy.

"It's a constant party down there. It made me rethink my margarita surf bar retirement idea. Dwayne's bar has a nice vibe to it." She bopped her head along to whatever tune was playing in her head.

"Thought you missed the beach."

"I do. I miss playing more often, watching tv and knitting just doesn't cut it anymore... Might move that retirement plan up a few years." It sounded like she was joking but her eyes told another story. You heard Ellie cough not so subtly but you chose to ignore it.

"Sounds like you've got some thinking to do in that shower." You rolled your eyes at the way that sounded and the smirk that curled Jack's lips while you hand came up to fiddle with your scarf again, was it a nervous tick? Maybe this was why you didn't wear things around your neck, you seemed to fiddle with them alot.

"It's beautiful. Suits you." She commented with a smile, looking down at your scarf and back up at you with sparkling her eyes.

You tried to still the blush but it spread across your cheeks, lifting the scarf a bit to hide one cheek. The move probably made it even more obvious, you could tell by Ellie's not so quiet snicker.

"Thanks, Jack. This person has really great taste."

"And knows you well. Everything they've picked is very personal." Nick budded in and you shot him a glare for his efforts.

"Jimmy says I may have a stalker." You tried to joke it off, to get a reaction out of Jack.

She only swayed her head. "Some may see it that way."

"How do you see it?" Nick again with the prodding, you thought this was Ellie's territory. Hopefully Tim didn't bud in or worse, Gibbs.

"Not a stalker." Gibbs budded in and all eyes went to him. He did nothing, just continued to stare at his computer.

There was silence for a moment before Jack piped up. "Think y/n would've noticed a stalker by now. These gifts aren't creepy or too much. They're thoughtful and sweet."

"No photos with people heads cut out and replaced with others you mean."

"Very specific but yes." Jack confirmed and stepped forward to pick up your photo frame. "That was a fun night. One of my favorites."

"Mine too." You smiled up at her, shifting your scarf around your neck.

"Don't wear it out on your first day." She chuckled, placing the photo back down.

"I won't shower with it if that's what you're meaning." The back and forth was so easy with her.

"Might have to ask for a new one if you do that." She winked before shifting her handbag onto her shoulder more. "And on that lovely note. I'm going home to have a shower. Don't work too late everyone..." She spoke to you all but was staring at Gibbs.

"Night, Jack." You threw over the divider as she walked to the elevator. Ellie was staring at you, waiting for you to comment but you went back to work. The conversation replaying in your head, taking apart every detail. Maybe you were the creepy one but you wanted for it to be her so badly.

Only two more days and you'd hopefully find out.

. . . .

We are almost at the end. I don't know if I'm sad or relieved 😅 I want to read someone else's Christmas Jack stories...

[nitannichionne]

The Captain's Secret (Chris Evans Fic) Chapter 5: Coulson's Memorial

I am sorry this is so long, but I did not want to break up this scene. I mean seriously, who interrupts a funeral? Thanks for the support...

Cap POV

CAP POV

I woke up with a start. Most of the time I was up before my watch chimed, but not this time.

I fell asleep on the couch with Lesedi. Fury had left sometime during the night. Her head was on my chest. She had managed to eat something, and had two cups of tea before falling asleep last night, still telling stories of the father figure she lost in half sleep. I looked down at her, and she was looking up at me. She got up slowly, her eyes full of sadness.

"I'll get dressed."

I went to my quarters to get dressed to find Tony already there and standing by my door.

"And where were you last night?"

He sounded like some of my old buddies back in the barracks when we snuck in from a long night. I shrugged. "I have to escort someone to Phil's memorial." I watched him quirk his brow inquisitively. "Turns out Coulson had someone he raised as his own. She needed to know she wasn't alone."

"Ah, so you comforted her."

I caught the implication of his words and felt the need to correct him even though it was really none of his business. "I stayed and fell asleep on her couch, yes."

"Aha," Tony walked off. "See you there."

An hour later, we were all on the helicarrier rising to the skies. It was a beautiful morning. I knew we'd all be reminiscing about him, trying to remember the good times and friendship he gave us, so we wouldn't feel so bad. I invited Lesedi along, giving her a chance to meet us all. She was dressed in a flowing black dress that was shorter in front but trailed in the back. Her sleeves were also flowing, with her hair loose and giving her the look of some dark angel. She sat on the couch next to me, almost as if she needed protection from everyone.

"I--" she whispered. "I want to thank you for all you've done, and especially for avenging Uncle Phil. In the ways that counted, he was my father. It helps to know the one who hurt him won't hurt anyone else. "

We all looked at each other. Suddenly, we all were softened, I could see it. Tony cleared his throat. Thor looked sorry; it was his brother, after all.

She was quiet as we all told her about our histories with Phil, how we were all recruited. She laughed at some of the things we told her he said, and even agreed that was how he was, how she knew him to be, too. She also said she knew about us to a degree.

"So..." Tony trailed off.

"Uh..." Clint blinked at us.

"Look, we didn't know you existed," Tony said. That was when I noticed Natasha and Clint sharing a glance and looking neutral. Hmmm....

Lesedi looked at Fury. "He found me and basically adopted me as his own. I wouldn't have made it without him."

"So, what do you do now?"

She was choosing her words carefully. "I work for SHIELD."

"Doing what?"

She glanced at Fury again. "Diagnostics."

Tony quirked a brow at me; we decided there was more. "Okay." I gave him a warning look and he rolled his eyes. "Maybe we'll get a chance to work together."

She smiled at that. "That would be...really something."

I held her hand or had my arm around her the whole time. It was a pretty nice service, complete with 21 gun salute, fly by, and a eulogy delivered by Fury. Finally it was time for Lesedi to step forward to spill the ashes into the atmosphere. I stood behind her to show support.

"Hi," she said softly. "I know of all of you, but I'm pretty sure you may not know me. I'm Lesedi Evelyn Munroe. I'm Phil Coulson's daughter." She paused to compose her self. "He was a wonderful father. We loved each other very much. We were a real family." She cleared her throat. "He was like that, you know, he was always reaching out to pull people in, or to catch you when you were falling or to keep you steady. He was always someone you could count on, someone who would be there to believe in you. He believed in SHIELD. He believed in the Avengers. I hope he knows how much we believed in him, respected him and loved him. I can't express how grateful I am for his love and protection. I couldn't repay that debt if I tried. When he went on missions, I was always afraid..." She swallowed hard. "He wasn't coming back." Her voice faltered. "So he would send me playlists of songs to cheer me up. One that helped me sleep was this:

"I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, "I'll never let you go."

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone,"

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound..."

She sounded so soulful, at times sounding like a child, but then sounding like a woman, but the sadness was throughout. When I saw she might break down, I rushed to her side. I walked with her to the end of the deck and she spilled the ashes. It floated off into the air, and for a moment I thought I saw the SHIELD symbol in the sky, but it faded quickly. I held her as she cried.

"What will I do without him?" she whispered into my shirt as she clutched one of the lapels of my jacket. "I know I'm old enough to know, but I don't."

"For now, breathe." I whispered, rubbing her back. "I'm right here." Her arms encircled me under my jacket, hiding from everyone as she hid her face, and mine went around her. We stood there for awhile, holding each other tightly. She looked off to the skies as if she was watching him go. I stroked her hair, and looked up to see the others respectfully take their leave, letting her have these moments alone.

"Let's go, Evelyn." Fury said. He almost sounded angry.

I watched her heavily exhale, and look up at me. She didn't want to leave, and I didn't want her to. Fury took her from me, grasping her elbow, and I felt a loss. I locked eyes with him as I would an enemy. I didn't know where that came from. I looked down, trying to control my instinctively protective feeling that Lesedi was some sort of prisoner and needed me, needed my help.

"You okay, bud?"

"Uh...yeah, Clint, I'm-I'm okay."

Clint looked at her and then at me. "You wanna go after her?"

"You know, I just--" I couldn't take my eyes off her. Then she turned to look over her shoulder at me even though Fury was steering her away. "I'll check on her later."

Tony joined us. "Cap?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you...see that?"

"See what?"

He tapped his phone. "That." We watched in slow motion as the ashes formed the SHIELD sign before disappearing. "That's no easy trick."

"Tony--"

"Don't you dare tell me it's coincidence," Tony said quickly. "That girl is more than what she seems, and Phil knew it. I'm tabling this for now; she really did love her father. I respect that."

"Leave it alone, Tony--"

"I think Fury knows something, too. Won't be the first time, huh?" Tony whispered, leaning in closer. "Talk to you later." He left me standing there, coming to grips with the fact that this wasn't over, not by a longshot.

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Hi there, me again, if I read the rules correctlyyou said we could do a separate ask for a separate game. If I read incorrectlyplease just ignore this, if not if my first ask wasn't to much I'd love to ask for an ikerev matchup as well! I'm bi, female (she/her) sagittarius sun, virgo rising, libra moon, ENFT. I'm 5'2, chubby/curvy w/ great boobs, I have longer  brunette hair w/ peekaboo highlights (they've been every color, but currently pink), brown eyes, glasses/contacts, 7 piercings & 26 tattoos. I'm very empathetic (sometimes to a fault) and have sever anxiety and depression. It takes me awhile to warm up around new people and be myself. I often feel intimidated in big social settings, such as parties, and often use alcohol for some liquid courage to help me let loose and be me in those situations. I've suffered some emotional and mental abuse at the hands of a step parent which has left me with some trauma and triggers; people raising their voice at me or making quick movements toward me or in my direction usually result in me crying and secluding myself for awhile. Oh and I have daddy issues, thanks absent father. That said I also don't do great with authority, I hate being told what to do, and I hate being told no. I can put up with a lot of shit, but eventually it usually becomes a 'straw that broke the camels back' situation and I fly off the handle and then break down. I am also extremely generous and do all I can to help my friends and family when they need it. I have some self confidence issues from weight gain, and I usually feel my best when I'm dolled up with my makeup on and hair done, usually with a dress and heels. I'm a Ravenclaw thats hates to read, but I love learning & know tons of trivia; like I know so many random facts about so many things from history, to movies, to graveyards, and much more. I often correct people on things, which some perceive as me belittling them, but its never my intention I'm just trying to share my knowledge and trying to help them. I am very creative I love crafting; resin art, macrame, cross stich, those are just some of my favorite things to do art wise, I also enjoy coloring books. I love to laugh and think I'm pretty funny, I usually have a dark sense of humor, if you don't like humor we won't vibe together, and if you can't make me laugh we will not be a good relationship match. I like to go to the bar and do karaoke, it's one thing I've learned I'mvery good at. It took me about 2 years, but I've since learned to be confident with my singing and now its one of my favorite things to do. I drink, obviously, gin and tonic is my favorite. I also smoke, I love my hookah, and I've had my medical card for about a year and it's done wonders for my insomnia and cramps. For about 2 years I've been getting severe cramps and stomach pains, and after 5 er trips in a month they didn't find anything, its still a mystery but at least the bud helps the pain. l'm very into the witchy aesthetic; my style is either very Stevie Nicks, pinup, or 2009 emo/scene depending on the day. I collect animal skulls and bone, taxidermy, crystals, and plants; I also practice the craft & love to make spell jars for people. I love tarot and really enjoy doing it. I live for Halloween & enjoy all things macabre! My favorite show is That 70's Show and if I could live in a replica of the Forman's house that would be my dream. I am also very sex positive and rather adventurous in bed. I'm a brat and a voyeur, I'll get down with just about anything. My love language is giving and receiving gifts. I put alot of thought into holidays like Christmas, I plan months in advance to make sure I get everyone the perfect gift; but I also will sometimes see something that just reminds me of someone and have to get it for them. That is all I can think of right now to add about myself. I'd love 4 and/or 10 for the prompt part. And again thank you for doing these, I'm such a ho for them, and again I'm sorry its long.

I match you with

Edgar!

Thank you so much for requesting 🥰🥰! I’m sorry this took so long, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it ❤️! I Hope you don’t mind the sprinkle of angst in the second ask.😅

I was thinking Ray at first, but I ended up going with Mr smooth, since Ray is too predictable after Nap.

Edgar is known among the red army officers as the person who will make you feel safe, especially during your first encounters with them, before you find out they’re all dorks.  What he doesn’t expect is how at home he feels when the two of you are together. He never feels like he’s being judged when he’s around you and he lets himself go, despite the indoctrination by Claudius that he should always keep people at a distance to avoid being viewed as weak.

Not long after the two of you met, he decides to take you out along with Kyle for a drink, to help you get more accustomed to Cradle and its people. When you realize how much Kyle loves to drink, you follow suite, the two of you very quickly getting tipsy. Edgar laughs at the two of you for a bit, happy to see a new side of you as you allow yourself to grow more comfortable with them. Eventually he leads the two of you outside of the pub and arranges for a carriage to take you all back to headquarters, trying his hardest to tame the both of you.

He absolutely loves it when you sing to him, especially after a particularly hard day of work. He relaxes at the sound of your voice, often drifting off. It touches him more than he would like to admit when he finds you’re still there when he wakes up.

You are a light in his life and he wants to give back in kind, often dedicating his days off entirely to you. He loves giving you gifts, or surprising you with a romantic dinner to show his appreciation to you, for being there and understanding him.

While he doesn’t have the creativity to participate in most of your hobbies, he loves to watch you do it. The amount of passion you show for your art, the way your eyes light up when you’re working, is a picture perfect moment that he could look at for hours.

Prompt 4: Meet cute:

You couldn’t stop fidgeting as you stood outside the Red Army Headquarters, waiting for Kyle to fetch someone to help you. After you told him about burglars breaking into your house he insisted he get one of the officers to help you, despite you doubts. It was hard not to worry as you considered the prospect of having to turn to Jonah for help, knowing how hard he could be to communicate with, capable officer or not.  

When Kyle finally emerged, it wasn’t Jonah walking next to him, but a man you didn’t recognize.  

“Sorry for the wait. He’s not easy to find.” The man stood a few heads higher than you but his softer features and aura helped to make him quite welcoming. You begun to relax at his presence, wondering if he was as smooth as he seemed.

“Edgar Bright, at your service.” He offered you a gloved hand, a soft smile playing on his lips. His grip was soft but secure. He was smooth.

“Kyle filled me on the details but I’ll need a statement from you as well.” You tensed up, the idea of an interrogation being especially daunting considering you didn’t know much more than they did.

“No need to worry, it’s simply protocol. You can trust we will find whoever did this without any turbulence.” There was something very reassuring about him. Something that makes you think everything will be all right.

“Thank you.”

 The two of you left Kyle behind, retreating to Edar’s room to discuss the details of the investigation. After he poured two cups of tea he took the seat opposite you, as if the two of you were about to chat about the weather.

“Could you give me the details of what happened? It would be very helpful to hear it straight from the source.” You took a sip before starting with your statement, hoping to calm your nerves.

“I don’t know much more than you do. I was out for work most of the day and when I came back the place was a mess and many valuables were missing.” he seemed to have switched to work mode, completely focused on you.

“What time did you leave for work that day? And when did you return” he scribbled down on a piece of paper, his hand practically moving on its own.

“I left around 8 and came back around 6, I think.” When he put the pen down his attitude returned to relaxed gentleman status.

“I will start with asking the people who might have been present at the scene. I’ll get back to you once I’ve made some progress.” The conversation was over but you found it hard to leave. It didn’t feel right letting one man do the investigation on his own, despite it being his job. It was your house that had been rambled after all.

“I want to help as well. I know my way around the area, I can get in touch with some people.” His eyes widened, seemingly taken aback for the first time that day. He quickly composed himself, smiling again. You noticed something different about it now. Something in his expression told you he was more interested than before.

“I wouldn’t say no to a lady.” You smiled for the first time after the incident.

“Let’s get going then.”

 Prompt 10: Admission Of Feelings.

You continued working on the investigation for the next few weeks, the two of you growing closer by the day.

“There don’t seem to be any witnesses, but it’s unlikely no one was present. The break in happened in the middle of the day.” He rested his head on his chin, not touching the parfait sitting in front of him.

“Maybe they were there but didn’t notice anything. It’s not hard for a professional to pick a lock discreetly.” They two of you sat in silence for some time, both lost in your own theories of what happened that day.

He must have realized your worries, turning on his comfort face.

“We’ll find them. Don’t worry.” Usually you found his words comforting, but you couldn’t keep the frustration from your voice when you looked up at him.

“Realistically speaking, it’s probably not going to happen. They made a clean escape and left nothing behind. You don’t need to baby me, I can put two and two together.” Despite the harshness of your tone, you found him smiling, after the initial surprise wore off.

“You never cease to amaze me.” He opened his mouth to say something, but the words never left him, his eyes turning to the window. He was up and out of the café before you could ask what he had seen.

“What the-“when you looked in the direction of the culprit, you shot up, following after him.  

A man stood outside your door, seemingly fighting with the door. When he noticed the two of you approaching him, he dropped his bags, taking off before you could reach him.

“Stop!” Edgar run after him, his speed taking you by surprise, making it hard to catch up.

The man took a sudden turn, heading towards the narrow alleys of Central Quarter, giving you an important disadvantage in the chase.

Your legs ached and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. When you thought you couldn’t keep going, you rounded a corner to find Edgar, sitting on top of the man, pinning him in place. If he was tired from the chase, it didn’t show.

“I suppose I don’t need to ask if it was you who broke in a few weeks ago?” his gaze was cold and his grip was tight on the man’s shoulders.

“I- I just- I-it wasn’t me!” Edgar ignored him, turning towards you. Something flickered in his eyes, but loud footsteps coming your way didn’t let him act on whatever it was.

“The Jack? Sir, what happened? We heard the commotion and came to investigate.” A handful of Red Army soldiers stood in front of you, their eyes switching between Edgar and the man under him.  

“Take this man back to headquarters. I will interrogate him later.” Edgar pulled the man up, pinning his hands behind his back.

“Yes sir!” when the men led the thief away there was silence. Edgar’ kept his head low, not looking you in the eye as he tried to calm his breathing, the adrenaline of the chase slowly fading away. You knew you should be happy the man had been caught, but something was wrong in the atmosphere. You weren’t sure if you should speak up, or let him ride whatever it was out. He didn’t give you time to think on it, finally walking toward you. His hands were shaking when he reached out to touch your shoulders, a mixture of frustration and worry in his eyes.

“You…. Why…” you weren’t sure what to say, so you put your arms around him instead, hoping it would offer him some comfort. You stayed like that for some time, until his hands stopped shaking.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” His words were muffled by the fabric of your shirt. When he lifted his head again, something inside him seemed to snap.

“You shouldn’t have followed me. What if something happened? You could have gotten hurt.” He looked away, his eyes shut tight. You wondered what image was going through his head to cause him so much pain. You cupped his face, forcing him to face you.

“Edgar, look at me.” And he did. The sight of you seemed to calm him down.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m right here.” It took some time for the words to register, but when they did his face moved closer to you. You encouraged him, pulling him closer, your lips connected in a brief kiss. When he pulled away he took a step back, as if scared he had hurt you.

“I-I’m sorry.” You moved closer, smiling up at him.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Except maybe pulling away.” You laughed. When he realized you might feel the same way he took your hands in his.

“You’re an amazing woman.” He paused to gather his breath before meeting your gaze again.

“If the thought wouldn’t be appalling, could I see more of you, outside of work?” you couldn’t keep the laughter inside.

“Appalling? Edgar, do you think I would kiss someone I find appalling?” you pulled him back in, hoping to get your point across.

“I’ll never get enough of this.” His smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it.

“I’ll hold you to that. Because we’re just getting started.” The moon was bright above you as you laughed, your happiness overflowing.

[queen-of-bright-shiny-things]

"Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it'll eventually be something different. Something better. Then, before you know it, you're back to square one, and you lost your heart somewhere along the way."

-Colleen Hoover

🛫

It wasn't love at first sight. They wouldn't even go as far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing common is their undeniable mutual attraction to each other.

When Tate Collins finds airline pilot Miles Archer, passed out in front of the door to her brother's apartment, attraction is not what she feels, annoyance is.

But once all their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. Miles doesn't want love, and Tate doesn't have time for love. Their perfect set-up could be perfect, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her.

Never ask about the past.

Don’t expect a future.

They think they can handle it. But as hearts get broken, and rules get shattered, the love gets ugly.

🛫

//𝕌𝕟𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟//

I have seen this so much on bookstagram and that's what made me pick it up. I wanted to love this and I really thought I would because romance is my genre but then I didn't particularly love it (don't kill me please). And I don't even know why, like I know but I also don't know, am I making sense?

Imagine expecting a lovey-dovey, touchy-feely, mushy romance (I'm all about this!) but then getting an agonizingly and excruciatingly heart breaking tragic novel that pretty much tore my heart right out my chest and stomped on it. That's how I felt once I finished this.

This was my first book by Colleen Hoover so I wasn't exactly sure what I was getting into. And perhaps that's exactly what happened. I think it has something do with what I was expecting versus what I got. I was expecting an easy and sweet romance where it's all "my honey bunny" and "my sweet boo boo" but what I got was a total another ball game. And maybe that's why I'm having such trouble writing how I feel about this.

The only character I really liked in the book was Cap. I didn't particularly like Tate and Miles. I don't mind a female protagonist with a doormat personality because at least they are relatable but here I had a tough time relating to Tate. She was contradicting herself at every point like how she kept saying that she doesn't have time for love but five pages in she's already falling in love with Miles.

And Miles, I just felt super sad for him all through the book, it was heart breaking. I honestly felt for him, what he went through is something no one should go through. Even then it's no excuse for how he treated Tate at certain instances.

I did like the writing on Tate's chapters and found some of her thoughts amusing even but then the amount of "Rachel" drove me crazy. It was just strange to me because how can I believe in his love for the protagonist when Miles spends 90% of the book explaining how crazy he's about another girl. Rachel as a character, I found her sweet in the first couple of chapters but then what she did was not okay. At least after six years when she was doing okay she could've have reached out to Miles and get some very needed closure for both of them.

I think I would've felt differently if the story moved at a slower pace and I got to see more of them falling in love rather than their bedroom antics (don't get me wrong I love myself some steamy romances) but I would have loved some more moments between them. And rather than having us readers read it, it would have been brilliant to have Miles tell his story to Tate. I found it to be an okay read, very heart breaking and tragic. I personally won't call it romance per se since I found the romance aspect to be like 10% and 90% tragic and lust.

I don't know why but this gave me Wattpad vibes all through. I have read more than 200+ books on Wattpad and I have read more than a few books that made feel exactly like this. I mean I love After and that's a book everyone pretty much hates so it's weird when I didn't particularly fancy this although I did lose my sleep over it.

But, but, but, just because it wasn't my cup of tea doesn't mean that you won't thoroughly fall in love with it so don't knock it till try it. I mean even though I didn't really really love it I'm still giving this a ⭐⭐⭐.5/5 so that counts for something (giving it a .5 cuz I really thought I would love it). Overall just beware not to expect a walk in the park and know that this will be more like a walk through the muddy trails. 

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Yep! That's my mom's chilly plant and the buds are super cute so I'm kinda fascinated with it!

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Do Not Resuscitate

So if you’ve been friends with me. You probably already know how salty I am over the screentime Jasper got in his last few episodes, Hell, the whole fucking season. It was bullshit and it is not how you treat a main character, the secondary male lead. I saw @foxofthe100 / @ginaofthe100 ‘s drabble about Fox’s death and how soul crushing it was and I knew I had to do one on Jasper, he deserves that much. So this drabble covers 4x09-4x11, it covers lost scenes and goes into Jasper’s mindset.

Gonna tag a few of my buds who are only a little less salty than me: @basiicphysics ; @madecommander ; @xnctafraid  ; @wanblida ; @noukru ; @wormkilled ; @impcled ; @crimiinalchemiist  ; @leaderbuilt / @hiddenheda

The party. Jasper’s party. It was the world he created for himself, an empire formed for him and whoever wanted to join for themselves. Anyone who wanted happiness before the death wave, before death took them to the other side. Jasper got his motivation from Luna, free will was invaluable. His party was for those who were finished, too tired to fight, save yourself and anyone who you can, the best way you can.

Parties were one of the few things Jasper could actually do. Even on the Ark, Jasper was always the go to for drugs and alcohol, it was how he stayed away from being bullied. Jasper always got the invite to parties, you gotta make do with what you have. Jasper knew his party wouldn’t last long, however, while it lasted everyone could do whatever the hell they want. Pleasure, fun, happiness, laughter, and love. This is what mattered to the people around him. Not violence, or suffering, or hurting everyone around them to survive another pity day, no, there was none of that here.

The first night of the party Jasper loses his virginity to four girls and three boys, all of them in a large blanket in the middle of the bar. Jasper doesn’t even remember their names, they weren’t part of The 100, but it doesn’t even matter with the world ending. Jasper still loved them with what was left of his broken soul. Tasting their lips, the fiery touch of their skin on his. He takes pills from them, doesn’t even know what they are but he just closes his eyes and washes it down with booze. He will take anything everyone gives him, savors it all with what he has left to give before it all turns to ash.

If you never did you should, because these things are fun and fun is good.

After Jasper detaches himself from their grasp he goes to find another drink, wobbly legs floating him to the bar. However, he sees Harper, sitting at the piano, alone. Jasper notices the frown that stains her features, she’s not having fun like the rest are. Jasper slowly makes his away over to her and sits down beside her. Both of them looking at the slightly stained keys, Maya only taught Jasper a few songs. He plays for her, however missing quite a few notes, it still manages a smile out of her and Jasper feels accomplished. Jasper tells her to follow him, offers her his hand, fingers entwining he leads her out of the bar. They pass Bellamy and Bree curled up together, Jasper shouts and whistles and Harper just chuckles. Bellamy throws an empty cup at him, failing at attempting a smile, a smile from Jasper.

They’re outside, sitting on a bench overlooking the lake, a warm, soft blanket on their shoulders. They watch the sunrise, how the stars twinkle and dim out, the sun rising over the horizon. The sunrise was Jasper’s favorite part of the day, admiring how the sun is strong enough to rise and shine light over such a dark place, every day. Jasper and Harper don’t speak, instead, they relent in each other’s company, sharing sad smiles occasionally. Both in love with the same person, the same soul, both wishing he was in their presence, their last light, their only hope of survival was back in the bar with them.

Monty was the only thing keeping them from leaving.

DO NOT RESUSCITATE written on his palm, the mantra that Jasper has lived by for the last two weeks, his legacy to pass on. The music was blaring, deafening to Jasper’s sensitive ears. The party ruled on, drinks everywhere, Jasper was wasted from the moonshine and tea, the best combination possible. His body felt weightless, floating to wherever he needed to go. Dancing with everyone, a smooth vibe in his moves, movements eased by the tea, a new found confidence in his dancing with the other girls.

The sight of the guards makes Jasper want to laugh, the sight of Bellamy and Monty trying to save him once again, they haven’t learned. Jasper plays with them, turning the music up against their knocks, their pleas to open the door. Jasper gives a giddy smile, hand reaching for Harper’s gun, with no intent to use it, not anymore. He presses his sweaty palm to the glass, showing them Jasper means business, they chose this, they made their decision.

The weight of Bellamy’s goodbye weighs heavier on his chest than Jasper expected. He salutes him as he leaves towards survival, a road Jasper could never travel again. Jasper looked up to Bellamy, he always has. A friendship formed by war, protecting each other, and saying goodbye to a true friend hurt Jasper more than he would ever let on. A tear falls from his eye as he turns around to enter the bar once more.

The sight of Monty in the bar made Jasper want to throw up what little food he’s had. Disgusted at the thought that Monty wanted to die with him, Monty deserved happiness, deserved to live with the rest of them. However, he can’t be seen as weak in front of him, Monty will use it against him, and Jasper is terrified that it will actually work. He hides his insecurity instead, telling Monty that he’s glad he stayed. He felt the opposite, so he goes to get him a drink, trying not to break down in tears that his best friend is dying with him.

Jasper spends his final day working while his people have fun in the bar. He’s trying to remember his chemistry, what he’s learned about in his teachings and experiments from the Ark. He has all of his beakers and flasks in front of him, chemicals spread out all before him. He’s been at it for hours, mixing and stirring, trying to get it just right, his final drink. Riley lays near him under a blanket, surrounded by candles and what flowers were left. Riley didn’t die slowly, he didn’t scream. He just passed away like falling into a deep slumber.

When the sickness came overnight, Jasper knew he had to do something, he knows the jobi tea, such a powerful medicine, it’s the best thing at peace they have. It was now Jasper’s job to get it right, he owes his people that much, it’s his fault they’re here with him, he has to promise them a peaceful way out. His party was incredible, but it’s serious now, his people are tired, they’ve stopped eating; they’re done now. They’re waiting for the death wave now, however, the death wave won’t kill them, they’ll die slowly. Their skin will melt off, it will be pure agony, it will be like Mount Weather and Jasper is crazy if he thinks he’ll let that happen. So he’s poised to make his medicine, a cure for true happiness.

This dose of painkillers to numb their pain, moonshine to drown their demons, sedatives to send them to sleep and the jobi nuts for one last sweet dream, the perfect way out. Jasper brews until there’s enough for everyone, drawing lines on the cups so everyone knows just the right amount to pour. He takes it to his people, setting it in front of them. They all look to him like he’s the answer to their problem like he is the sun of this solar system, and Jasper has never felt more loved in his life.

“Well, guys. It’s been fun, I’ll miss this.”

His people come to him, they say thank you, some even embrace him. Jasper makes sure to remind them one last time that Monty will take them in the rover. They don’t change their minds, and Jasper won’t change his. They all line up, pouring their drinks and walking off to their respective spots, Harper is the only one who thinks twice.

Jasper goes up to her, a sad smile on his face, “Where is he?” Harper tells him that he’s making radiation suits, one last attempt to save those who want nothing more than to die. “I have to go now before he knows.” Harper only questions why, why would Jasper not want to say goodbye? Jasper wants to say goodbye, oh does he ever. He’s proud of him, proud that he’s still fighting for them, proud that he found the bunker, and Jasper hates that Monty isn’t enough for him, that he is only a failure to Monty. Jasper has said goodbye to Monty months ago, but it doesn’t make letting go any easier. Tears pool in Jasper’s eyes,

“He won’t forgive me for this, he won't get why.” Harper only tells him that Monty’s love won’t change. A part of Jasper doubts it, but a larger part can hope that she’s right, maybe she is. Jasper hugs Harper goodbye, kissing her on the cheek and Jasper can taste her tears. Walking out the party room, he turns to see that Harper still hasn’t moved towards the bar. She changed her mind, and Jasper is happy that Monty won’t be alone.

Jasper walks until he finds the best room with the best view of the moon. He walks towards the slowly melting glass, pulling a blanket around his shoulders to prevent himself from shaking. He needed one last act of precision, he can feel himself burning already. The earth looks horrible, a deep shade of red. It was dying tomorrow. Even if they can survive on this planet after it burns, Jasper wouldn’t want to live on an Earth that’s lost all of its beauty.

Taking out his cup of moonshine, “This is for you. Cheers.”, toasting the beautiful planet outside. He empties his cup in one go, letting everything fade away as his body already starts to cave on itself. He forces his head up and allows himself one last smile as he stares at the moon.