#let her have a little murder. as a treat.

[captain-hawks]

The first time you see Hajime giving a massage it's to Oikawa of all people and he is rough.

Oikawa had lamented some sort of shoulder pain for a few days before managing to convince his best friend to help him do something about it.

Iwa lays him down on the couch, face down in the cushions, and starts massaging- well, he starts handling him like dough.

When you hear Oikawa's (exaggerated) screams, you run to the living room and blanch.

After that, you refuse to let Iwa touch you, despite him always being delicate with you and especially him having never offered to give you a massage.

But it's only a matter of time before your stiff neck starts giving you issues and eventually, you complain to your friends.

It's Matsukawa to suggest you simply ask your roommate, who happens to be an athletic trainer.

You try to refuse at first, explain that Hajime is surely great at his job but his hand looks a bit too... Heavy for your taste.

They all laugh at that though, and Oikawa explains that it's just at first, and he's sure his best friend will be careful, if you so wish.

Hajime, present during the conversation, grumbles something about Oikawa being too delicate.

And then he puts his warm hands on your nape.

Gently. Delicately. Almost lovingly.

You feel all the knots in your neck and higher back loosening and a warmth spreading all over.

It's almost impossible to not start sighing and moaning lightly every now and then until the atmosphere shifts and your friends decide to take a hint and leave the house.

It also turns out that Iwa never offers his services to his friends. Except to you.

when you and iwaizumi finally get together, oikawa never lets iwaizumi forget what a simp he is, either.

"you see, he massaged her like they were at one of those sexy little parlors...you know what i'm talking about...right...and me?! he treated me like he was a chiropractor trying to murder me."

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Writing advice #?: When it comes to characterization, obligation > love.

What I mean by this: love is basically universal. It offers little variability. Almost everyone has a friend, sibling, etc for whom they'd do anything. Allegedly even Hitler loved his apocryphal dog, John Wilkes Booth was a good brother, yadda yadda so forth.

So if you want to have a story that makes us like your character Liv, and establishes interesting tension that will draw out who Liv is as a person... don't write about her rescuing her beloved mother. Write about what happens when someone she dislikes is in danger.

Two great examples I've read recently:

In The Drift by C.J. Tudor, Meg is trapped in a broken-down cable car with five other people and no way to call for help. She risks her life, performing a heroic physical feat that causes herself serious injury - to save a woman who accused her of murder, suggested leaving her to die, and generally treated her like dirt all week. Meg is heroic as hell.

In Dungeon Crawler Carl, the eponymous Carl ends up in the adventure because he ran outside in boxers in -10°F weather to save his ex-girlfriend's obnoxious, misanthropic cat. Carl might be a shlub, but he's a rock solid dude.

I could go on - would Shiloh saving Jeb be nearly as powerful if Jeb wasn't such an asshole? - but the point remains. Meg sacrificing so much to save her partner would be just what's expected. Carl rescuing a cat he chose to adopt is a non-event. Obligation is where the rubber hits the road. Where the ordinary people get sorted from the awesome ones. Where the character-defining moments occur. Over 99.9% of humans ever researched would sacrifice a stranger to save a loved one; a rare form of brain damage that causes people to value strangers and family the same is considered extremely aberrant.

I mention all of this because fan fiction is chock full of examples of characters dying (or killing, or walking through fire, or...) to save their best friends and their sisters and their fiancés. And if you want to write a story about Dean Winchester killing orphans or going to hell or destroying his car to save Sam Winchester, awesome. But there's not a ton of room for characterization in there.

If you want us to learn something about who this person Liv really is, show her forced to choose between rescuing a dog who just bit her and making it to a job interview on time. Let her see her loud neighbor with the bass-boosted music about to get a ticket for an expired meter. Give her a choice between saving 10 strangers or saving her wife. Have her walk by her sexist coworker and realize the guy is quietly sobbing. Literally anything she does next will be interesting, and say a lot about her as a person. If she's just choosing between her wife's life and her own, or her wife's life and the sexist coworker, then the scene might be poignant or sad - but it won't be surprising or tense or revelatory about Liv as a person. The big moments of heroism aren't driven by love, but by obligation.

[swagyalastorwife]

Jealous hazbin hotel x reader part2

Author notes: hiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it, I have already posted part 1 so don’t hesitate to go see it requests are open ❤️

Part 1 here !

⚠️warning: none, part of valentino which is a little suggestive

Vox📺

♤When he's in love he's quite, strange, he'll use some sort of techniques to "chance" come across you in the street in order to chat with you and spend time with you. he will spy on you through all your screens will monitor you 24/7 phone, computer, television EVERYTHING! If you have the misfortune of working for him listen, he treats you like a king/queen, my god paid vacations, salary increases for no reason but one day when he saw you talking with peppermint his whole body boiled with anger, he wanted to murder, jealousy invaded him

“Hello Y/N, how are you?

"Hey, hello sir, I'm very well and you?

“I’m fine thank you thank you, could you follow me into my office now!

“oh uh yes I’m coming”

"GOOD ..."

he was going away leaving you alone a few minutes later you knocked on his office door Tock tock

“come in y/n

“mr vox what can I do for you”

" Why !

“why what?

“why were you talking to that idiot

“uh he’s my friend

"your friend?? I'm not enough for you anymore? Do you think you need someone other than me

you understood immediately what was happening so you decided to approach him, you sat on his knees and you kissed him you could feel these hands delicately placed on your hips

“don’t worry vox, I’m yours and only yours” “there it is, it’s better, I like hearing that doll

Velvette 💜

◇She stalks you, clearly she is completely crazy about you, she will stalk you on all your social networks, and in that head you are already hers and no one can take you from her so one day when she saw you flirting with this demon in the street she went completely crazy she grabbed you by the arm kissed you and took a photo of the kiss, so that everyone knows who you belong to, when you came out of the kiss you looked at her in shock and she said to you

“come on baby let’s go home

you weren't even in a relationship that she already considered you as her partner it's cute

Valentino 🦋

♡He loves you and good luck he will do everything in his power to keep you close to him so if you have the misfortune of making him jealous you will have to pay the consequences, like that time when you were flirting with one of Velvette's models he could feel the hatred in his whole body he killed the demon directly and told you

"mi amore don't be stupid thinking that someone else could love you as much as me, advise don't even try to make me jealous anymore

he placed a kiss on your lips

"I love you you know, now I think it's time to give you your punishment, come here~

I can tell you that the night was long...

Carmila carmine🗡

♧It took a lot of time for Carmila to accept her feelings, so I believe that she won't let you go until she has the courage to confess these feelings to you, just like Vaggie I see her very jealous so if she sees you laughing or flirting with another demon she will kill him directly like last time: you were in the street chatting with a very charming demon and carmila didn't like it, she wanted to kill I can tell you that.

“Y/n my dear how about we go for a walk somewhere else

"later carmila i'm busy

she was dying to kill this demon she grabbed you and kissed you letting the demon go when she broke the lowering she told you

“y/n I’m sorry it’s just… I love you and I..

you didn't give her time to finish that sentence as you crushed your lips against his

Cherry bomb💣

●chery bomb she was not afraid to confess her feelings to you so you understood very quickly that she loved you and you had fun trying to make her jealous like this time: you were in the hotel lobby chatting with lucifer when you saw cherry you decided to have fun flirting a little with the king of hell {he was completely upset, poor guy} and cherry had fallen into your trap and only wanted to catch you and make you pay for what you're doing to her so she approached you and said

"do you think you're funny?

" A little

"pff, really stupid

"but I'm your idiot and yours alone

These last words escaped you but that didn't stop Cherry from grabbing you and kissing you in front of everyone at the hotel

Adam😇

○ Him jealous Adam the first man no ever in life..... yes that's what he said when he and Lute saw you talking with Saint Peter but deep down he only had one desire was to grab you like a potato sack and take you away from this idiot and that's what he did "hee adam let go of me

"No

"you're really just an asshole

“I like it when you talk to me like that baby"

you let out a slight laugh, because you and adam weren't a couple but you flirted a lot together he kissed you on the cheek and said

“i love you bitch

“Adam I love you too, asshole

Hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️❤️(^-^)/❤️

[snake-seeds]

Is it really you?

2,789 Words

Pairing: Copia | Papa Emeritus IV / Cardinal Enzo

(Oc x Canon)

Hurt/comfort

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When Enzo got the call that Sister Imperator had died at the end of that day they didn’t know how to feel. Enzo wasn’t close with his boss… well former boss now, his feelings on her were a little more… complex… than most people’s. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either, it just made him feel worried. Not for himself, but for someone who had forced their way into his mind ever since the final performance in LA began…

Copia, or Papa Emeritus IV. Enzo’s ex boyfriend.

Just as Sister dying was to be expected, so was Copia. But unlike Sister, Copia didn’t have a long term illness or any health defects: in fact his last check up had given him a clean bill of health (outside of the usual concerns that come with the process of aging). No, it was most likely that Copia would have been murdered: then he would be stuffed, then he would be shown off like some zoo animal to all the ghost fans and clergy members alike. Despite having ‘moved on,’ having a new boyfriend in his life: the thought of only being able to see the man he used to be so attached to cold and lifeless in a plexiglass coffin scared him.

Sat on the soft couch in their apartment, trying to distract himself by playing his guitar, but he kept messing up. Enzo couldn’t stop his own knee from bobbing, or keep himself from tapping the wooden surface of his black acoustic; only to try force himself into focusing on a song, any song at all! (Apart from ghost… he didn’t want to think about anything involved with Copia right now).

Soon Enzo’s procrastination was interrupted by their phone ringing, which they quickly rushed to take out and look at the screen. His blood rushing and his head turning from the sudden bright light that invaded his vision: they winced, looking away briefly before sucking it up and squinting at the screen. Groaning when they saw who it was, or more who it wasn’t. The text on the screen read ‘Alesso’, Enzo’s boyfriend.

They threw their phone to the other side of the couch, letting it ring aimlessly.

He had been ringing them every now and then, but Enzo didn’t feel like answering any of them: why would he? Alesso isn’t the one he wants to hear from… As much as he hates admitting that it’s true. He hated Copia for leaving them but he still felt like he needed Copia in his life. The guilt that made him feel was immeasurable. Alesso was practically perfect: handsome, not much older than him, mature, intelligent and not to mention he treated Enzo like he was the only other person in the world… But he’s just not Copia.

How dare that old bastard take up so much space in his mind.

The phone paused its ringing, Enzo sighing in relief as it seemed to ease its headache: it buzzed to inform Enzo that a voicemail was left before shutting off. The Cardinal decided that it was time for bed, head too full to focus on actually playing his guitar instead of just holding it; placing it aside and leaving it on the couch while he headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

He washed his face, rubbing his skin until it was on fire; red, angry and sore from the cleansing. Their black eye makeup stained the sink when it mixed with the water, dancing around the porcelain and falling down the drain. Disappearing to never be seen again… Until the next wash that is. Enzo groaned; now dabbing their face with a cool wash cloth to cool their skin and dry their face. Mumbling to themself tiredly.

As they headed to bed; yawning and stretching his tired body, they paused to look at themselves in the mirror. Inspecting their appearance:

Enzo was a thin man; slender neck, delicate and womanly features that he still struggled to love. He used to use these to their advantage; but since they started dating Copia even they could admit that they went somewhat soft over the years. He couldn’t help but noticed that he had lost weight since he broke up with Copia, though it made sense, when they were dating Copia insisted on an awful lot of food dates and sugary gifts. It was weird, he found himself missing the subtle plumpness their body once had.

Enzo sighed, pouting a little as they approached their own bed. But just as they finally sat down on the plush mattress they heard something…

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock!

Enzo’s brows furrowed, the knocking sounded frantic and scared. They came as rushed sounds, he worried if it was because the person behind his apartment door was angry. Did he upset anyone today? Anyone who knew his apartment number no less. He let out a loud groan, throwing his hands in the air and cussing something in Italian as he stood; putting his slippers back on and trudging out of his bedroom. He considered ignoring it… However…

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock!

They just refused to stop!

Enzo slammed open the door, snapping at the person there without even looking: “I’ve been ignoring your calls for a reas-“ then paused mid yelling when they finally opened their eyes to who was standing there, Enzo was stunned…

Before Enzo’s eyes was a very worn out looking Copia, he was still in his show makeup and sparkly red jacket. Black, panda eye face paint streaking down his cheeks, the older man had clearly been crying and Enzo couldn’t blame him. Sister Imperator was Copia’s mother, of course he would be in a state. Copia’s knuckled hand was still in the air, as if he was preparing to knock again: he too looked surprised. As if he had seen a ghost.

“Copia?” Enzo questioned, tilting his head slightly. Their artificially blonde hair flopping to the side with the movement as he staggered back in shock, putting his hand on the open door to ground himself. He then cleared his throat, blinking and repeatedly looking away and back at him again. They bit their lip, then cleared their throat, slowly making their way towards Copia.

Copia hesitantly moved back, nervous and feeling awkward. He had ended their relationship rather messily and he was just now realising how stupid of an idea it was for him to go crawling back to Enzo the moment he needed company, this was stupid, he should just go back to his own small room with the small twin sized bed and the small lava lamp- “oh!” He exclaimed.

Enzo’s hands were touching Copia’s face, gently caressing and squeezing the painted skin. Their breathing was light and breathy, just like their touches. “Y-you’re alive… are you real?” Enzo asked, blue eyes darting all over their ex boyfriend’s features. Copia bit his lip the moment he felt it quiver, slowly nodding. Enzo watched him, they could feel themselves getting emotional just seeing him: “A- You-“ they began, but paused. He didn’t know what to say.

Copia practically collapsed onto Enzo, exhausted from more than just the performance, his arms wrapping around Enzo’s smaller frame and holding him tightly against his own body. Copia’s face resting snugly in the crook of Enzo’s shoulder. Enzo stumbled back, but made an effort to support Copia’s weight (even if it did strain their own body). Enzo held their arms out for a moment, shocked at the sudden action: though he did cave, wrapping his arms around the other man’s body.

“Inside.” Copia mumbled into Enzo’s skin, squeezing their body slightly. “I erm… don’t think I can handle anyone seeing me like this…”

Enzo nodded, slowly guiding Copia inside and closing the door behind him. It was a huge effort, holding up Copia’s practically limp body and trying to move around all the tables and trinkets in the apartment. They finally reach the sofa, sitting Copia down and settling next to him. Copia looked like a sad puppy, letting out a little whine and looking at Enzo: almost as if he was expecting something.

“You were…” Copia began, swallowing what felt like lump in his throat before continuing; “you were the only one I felt… I felt I could come to.” He says awkwardly, looking away and playing with the hem of his jacket awkwardly. “Please don’t leave me alone…” Copia practically shrunk into himself when he mumbled that last part.

There was a stabbing silence in the air after he said those words, Enzo was trying to calculate what to do next. Half of him wanted to scream and yell at Copia, he was the one who left them alone first! But the other half of him wanted to hold Copia into their arms and squeeze him until he feels better. They took a deep breath, looking at Copia’s outfit: “You didn’t even get changed before you rushed over here.” They commented.

“I just wanted to get back.” Copia hummed; he couldn’t tell how Enzo was feeling and that worried him. Enzo let out an exhausted sigh, holding their arms open for Copia: in this moment Enzo forgot all about Alesso, Copia needed them now. The older man took the offer after eying the move skeptically for a few seconds, shuffling his way into Enzo’s arms and making himself comfortable by laying on Enzo’s soft chest. “Thank you so much.” He mumbled,

Cuddling in closer to them: “I… I think I needed this…” Enzo just nodded.

The silence ate away at Copia, even if he was in Enzo’s arms. He no longer felt like he was going to cry, he had sobbed it all out like a baby on the way to see Enzo anyway. Now he was just tired. Utterly exhausted and he despised the idea of being left alone. “I just… don’t know what to erm.. do now.” He spoke up, looking up at Enzo.

“She did a lot for me… and was my Mom… which is crazy right ehe? I didn’t get to know until recently and she’s gone already.” He hummed, eyes trained on Enzo’s face to try and gauge how he was feeling. He really wished Enzo was a little less stoic right now.

“I never got to get her any Mother’s Day shit… or a world’s best mom mug…” he pondered, now deciding to focus on the ceiling. He was mainly talking just to fill the space right now, Copia wasn’t expecting a reply, but to his surprise he got one.

Enzo hummed, looking down at Copia: he opted to ignore the fact that sister wasn’t exactly mother of the year; “Would you have gotten Papa Nihil a world’s best dad mug too?” They asked. Copia snorted, amused at Enzo’s joke. “Heh- no. He was still a dick head, even if he was my old man.” He hummed, looking back at Enzo again. Gazing into their eyes. Noticing the small smile on Enzo’s face at his response he decided to continue:

“Yeah, ehe- that geezer would be lucky to get… erm…” He took a brief pause to think, “to get a bundle of diapers and a world’s shittiest dad keychain.” He smirked smugly, despite his father not even being around to witness his insult towards him. Enzo giggled, “I doubt he’s the worst dad out there.” He comments lightly, but Copia shrugged. “Yeah I know… but he shit himself in my car once aha- and I’m never forgiving that… thus, world’s shittiest dad.” He explained. Enzo cringed at the story, and at the idea of Copia’s vintage La Sabre’s seats getting tarnished. “So you meant it more literally then?” They asked. Copia nods, chuckling.

Enzo gagged, a little melodramatically, “ugh! I’m never getting in your car again!” They cringed, realising that Copia’s story seemed to be true (much to Enzo’s dread). Copia laughed, “yeah, right after insulting my car too! He’s… he thinks it’s a shitty car.” He complained, rolling his eyes. Enzo snorted, their thumb rubbing Copia’s arm absently as they continued to talk: “it’s not shitty! It’s a classic!” They defended, clearly at least a little offended that not everyone seemed to appreciate vintage cars as much as he did. Copia grinned, shuffling to face Enzo properly. “Exactly! I try to tell him this but he never listens… maybe he aha- has just gotten too old to appreciate anything anymore?” He hummed. Seemingly in a better mood now that he wasn’t stuck in silence, dwelling on the passing of his just recently discovered mother.

“Yeah probably.” Enzo replied, not knowing for sure since they can’t interact with Papa Nihil like Copia can. What they know is mainly from second hand recounts that Copia gave them back in the day. The two hadn’t seemed to notice how close their faces were now, Enzo’s hand that was on Copia’s arm slid up to his back. Now stroking the still tense muscles on his body. They could feel each other’s breath on their faces, subconsciously appreciating each other’s features like they used to. “You’re… so close.” Enzo comments, watching Copia like a hawk, waiting for what his next move might be. Copia laugh’s nervously, but surprisingly doesn’t move, letting out a nervous hybrid between a sigh and a giggle, “yeah… erm… we are, aha-“ he hummed, but didn’t move away.

The two stare at eachother for a moment, then Copia couldn’t help but glance down at Enzo’s lips. Oh he really missed him, despite being the one to initiate their breakup in the past he yearned for Enzo to be back with him. He still loved him, and nothing he tried was able to fix that. Copia bit his lip briefly once he realised that he was staring, glancing away from Enzo briefly to check the door, then looking back: at this point Enzo’s hands had crept up into Copia’s hair, stroking the slightly sticky strands in an attempt to soothe him. It was all too familiar, it felt like what they used to have, how it once was between them; how it should be between them.

A switch in Copia’s brain was flipped, he dove in and kissed Enzo. Hands moving to hold Enzo’s cheeks in place as he did so. The kiss was soft, gentle, longing. Something Copia felt like he needed as well as wanted.

Enzo’s eyes widened in shock, sure even he could feel that there was some tension between them but they weren’t expecting Copia to straight up kiss them. This was so forward of him, especially in a moment like this one. Once he had finally processed what was happening they placed a hand on Copia’s chest and pushed him back gently; breaking the kiss. A mix of different emotions seemed to swirl in the back of Copia’s mind at the action: confusion, frustration, nervousness and the still very much prevalent grief.

“You’re not in your right mind.” Enzo said definitively, having noticed the internal struggle going on in Copia’s head. The former Papa objected: “I’m in great mind, erm… perfect mind even… please Enzo just give me this one shot,” he pleaded, moving one of his hands so he can lean down and kiss at Enzo’s neck: Copia’s lips were quivering as he kissed Enzo, eyes getting glossy again and his breathing a little shaken. Enzo basked in the attention briefly before snapping back into reality; Copia just lost his mom, this isn’t what he needed. Enzo wasn’t even thinking about his boyfriend in this moment, and the immorality of enjoying Copia’s kisses: his only motivation for cutting this off being for Copia’s benefit. He sighed a little, he still wasn’t over Copia was he?

Enzo’s hands move back to Copia’s hair, gently holding rather side of his head and pulling him up to look at them. They could see Copia biting his lip. “It’s okay to just… sit with me a while… process things a little more?” They offered, hands sliding down to Copia’s cheeks to stroke the painted skin gently.

“Ah- I…” Copia whimpered, his body starting to shake a little. The dam finally broke when he flung himself back into Enzo’s arms and burst into tears; holding the Cardinal tightly as he sobbed.

Enzo rested their chin on Copia’s head, wrapping their arms around him and letting him cry it all out, it was clear that this is what he really needed. “I-I just don’t know what to do.” Copia spoke between hiccups and laboured breaths, squeezing Enzo’s body closed to himself as he cried into their chest…

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Sorry if it’s a little messy, I’ve not written anything in a while so that’s probably why. Also first fanfic on here, yay? I’m nervous.

COPIA POST RHRN!

I’m really proud of this small comic page that I’ve worked on; it was more just to see what enzo would look like in this style and it’s safe to say I really like it. I hope I find the motivation to do nicer drawings in the future.

After the events of right here right now, Copia rushes to see Enzo (at this point in time his ex boyfriend) for some much needed comfort after the death of sister imperator: realising Enzo might be the only connection he has left alive, and he desperately doesn’t want to lose him.

Enzo comforts him. Not only because he still loves Copia but because Enzo thinks he needs it.

[celestial-sphere-press]

Fanbinding: Dirt and Ashes, or: The One-and-a-Half Body Problem by @tozettastone

In which Sakura carries half of Hidan across two countries, leaving a trail of blood, bodies, and other people's legs.

I made this book for @aetherseer as part of an exchange we did, and I had such a great time making it. I saw this fic on their list and remembered reading it ages ago and was like I CAN DO SOMETHING WITH THAT! and here it is.

The cover is Colibri bookcloth, handpainted with acrylic (all of the lettering is freehand- easy when the font you choose is irregular). @pleasantboatpress suggested including a quote on the spine since the title wasn't working there, so I got to add the absolutely banger quote from this fic "Your pain is sacred. Your suffering is beautiful."

For the edges, I used fluid graphite and polished and waxed them. On the endbands I used my Japanese silk thread for the first time (its a dream tbh).

For the typeset, I leaned in hard on the blood sacrifice aesthetic, creating the Jashinist symbol for the front page (and also the cover) and using a font aptly called "Bloody Scratch." You can't see them here but for paragraph breaks there are little scythe.

@tozettastone, if you would like a copy I would be happy to make you one!! (I think my ask to you got eaten, feel free to dm).

[starry-bi-sky]

Stillborn? No, still born au -- Dani Phantom! Clone girl herself. :]

She can't exist in this au. And it's not that I don't want to add her -- although I'll be blunt, I don't, I'll be the first to admit that I think she's more often than not nothing more than a narrative deadweight used to prop up Danny and I don't like adding characters as props -- but her existence quite literally goes against and muddies the Vlad and Danny dynamic I have for this au. Ellie's existence in canon itself states that she was created -- and Danny's other clones too -- because Vlad gave up on trying to convert him to his side and decided to just make a son instead.

Something that just, doesn't happen in the stillborn-still born au. See, for folks who are only just hearing about this au or didn't see my post about Vlad in this au, he and Danny have a complicated love-hate relationship where they mutually want to adopt each other, but their morals and way of doing things -- mainly Vlad's insistence on getting revenge against the Fentons -- gets in the way of them being able to do that in full.

Vlad knows Danny wants him to adopt him, and is only fighting him on it because he refuses to let Vlad kill the Fentons for essentially killing the both of them. He's succeed in 50% of his goal. Canon Vlad never even made it to 1%. With that in mind, stillborn Vlad has no reason and sees no reason to clone Danny, he has his son. He just needs to convince him to let him avenge them both.

Dani simply has no place in the stillborn-still born au. And in fact, if Vlad did decide to clone Danny -- for whatever reason, -- it would damage his relationship with Danny damn near beyond repair. That's because Danny would view it the same way he views Damian's existence; as a replacement for himself. He would become beyond furious and hurt, and not for the typical 'I can't believe you cloned me, you creep!' reason, but for a 'I can't believe you cloned me, you said I was your son!' reason.

I am not pulling any punches here when I say Danny wants Vlad to be his dad just as much as Vlad wants Danny to be his son, there's just a lot of factors getting in the way. They are, as the french say, ✨mentally unwell.✨ Danny has a ton of abandonment and trust issues due to his experiences in foster care. He would immediately become jealous, insecure, and incredibly furious and hurt. He'd despise her on principal and want nothing to do with her, or Vlad for that matter. He'd just fucking haaate her. It's not her fault she was made but Danny doesn't really care, he's lashing out and pushing people away because he's been betrayed yet again.

The only way they could get along or for Danny to actually like her in any capacity would be if it was his idea to clone himself. Which is like, kinda obvious but considering most clone plots tend to be non-consensual it's kinda gotta be said. He has to have a hand in creating her, that's the only way I can see him liking her in any way. Or if someone other than Vlad created her. If Vlad clones him though, all bets are off the table and he'll despise her.

TL;DR: Dani can't exist in this au because she goes against the narrative I've got for the two most fucked up half-dead could-be-father-son duo in existence, but if she did exist Danny would despise her.

[atopvisenyashill]

that “what if viserys ii was a girl” ask sits in my mind because i keep imagining aegon iii finally reaching the end of his regency, firing the entire council, telling munkin where he can shove his precedents, and officially naming rhaenyra as rhaenyra i targaryen, queen of the seven kingdoms, and himself as her successor, and putting viserys/visenya’s kids in the line of succession, then looking at the entire realm and going “overthrow me i double dog dare you” aksjdjd

[kakusu-shipping]

My mini contribution to @echoes-lighthouse's Evil Slasher Orphanage! My wife Anna and I are here to help, and brought a few more kids of our own.

I really thought I was a horror fan until I sat down to draw this and came up blank. I guess I'm not a slasher guy, because a LOT more Monsters and Beasts came to mind, so it took a while to form a list. Though I did include Sam who is certainly a Creeture but.. They're human enough.

[cosmik-homo]

I wrote about this on discord a bit back but I think a big part of the whole doctor-master complication is that it's the type of argument and the master is the kind of person where they'd rather die than do something that might make it seem like conceding they're wrong, regardless what they actually think, and that's why "where I stand is where I fall. Stand with me" that almost works on Missy: She has made her move here, she killed him- made so he's dead when the other shoe drops- and he knows and acknowledges that and can offer her a way of coming near him and being on the same side without it being her side losing, saving face that she can join him in this. And the speech very much highlights how to the doctor it's never been about winning, always about harm to people and help to people, but I don't think the master is as affected by that as by the 'if you want to hold my hand now I can make it so it doesn't make you seem the fool for your past actions'.

[dark-elf-writes]

YOU WOULD THINK CLOUD IS THE FERAL ONE BUT AERITH IS SO DAMN BLOODTHIRSTY WITH HER LITTLE DRESS AND HAIR BOW AND THE ONLY THING KEEPING HER FROM MASS MURDER IS ONE TRAUMATIZED EMO WITH A SWORD AS BIG AS HE IS IN OHE HAND AND THE OTHER HOLDING HER BACK

[ageless-aislynn]

"She's everything I'm insecure about..." Is it a case of infidelity and a love gone wrong? Was there ever anything between Kai and John to begin with or was it all just in her mind? So many questions and so very, very AU. Feel free to consider this as serious or as ridiculous as you'd like. 😉 For entertainment only. If you watch, I hope you enjoy. ⭐💖⭐

[irregularbillcipher]

that being said i think about this journal entry daily. it’s such a throwaway thing but karl going out of his way to tell sal he was needed is such an insane thing and i really can’t think of any advantage he would get from it, which just leads to the really sad idea that karl was willing to let sal be murdered, like with all his siblings, but wanted to reassure him when he was upset which is just… such a wildly complicated relationship to be hinted at a single time

[arolesbianism]

I've been thinking abt Kim more and now I am very much in a place where I need a different name to call the actual nugget because I think of Kim and I think of a man I don't care abt I need my fucked up and twisted girlie who murdered him and stole his form

[sotogalmo]

3:47 am

Tosses you Teruya Otori Flor, and (a2) Yuki Maeda Sebastian

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

You’re a puppy!hybrid that is a bit younger than your wolf!hybrid lover, so he keeps letting you get away with being annoying/mischievous. You steal bits of his food or chew on his things and when he starts growling you whine and say, “I-I’m just a puppy! Don’t be mad…”

But you’re NOT just a puppy, you’re a woman. You’re just small and cute and he lets you get away with the puppy excuse because he finds it endearing…

Then when you go into heat, he teases you, playing with your chubby puppy cunt through your soaked panties. “Just a pup, huh? A pup that wants my knot in her cunt, wants to be heavy and swollen with my pups… but you’re just a pup yourself, aren’t you?”

You whine and jump his hand, tears rolling down your cheeks. “N-not just a pup… w-want it!”

He can’t tease you for too long, he wants you just as much as you want him. Your scent alone is enough to have his cock bulging agaisnt his pants, ready to be set free.

“Alright, pup… shh, shh…”

He mounted you, pressing his thick cock into your pretty, fat pussy. You whimpered, attempting to tuck your tail between your legs, but he grabbed hold and used it as leverage to fuck into you, tugging just enough to make you yelp and moan into the pillow.

“That’s it, puppy, gonna breed you good. Just be my good little pup and take it, okay?”

By the end of your heat, your lover was addicted to the feel and taste of your pussy. Now, he let you get away with even more mischief… but instead of it being because you were using the puppy excuse, it’s because he would never punish his pregnant little mate.

You may not be a baby puppy, but you’ll always be treated like a delicate, little thing by your loving mate.

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NSFW TAGLIST: @sunset-214 @screaming-crying-screamingagain @strawberrypoundtown @avalordream @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @chubbumblebee @im-eating-rn @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa @pasteldaze @j3llyphisching @unforgettablewhvre @yoongiigolden @peachesdabunny @omgbrcat @murder-hobo @leiselotte

[reidrum]

wine or wine not | s.r

spencer reid x bau!reader

a/n: i think i love writing buildup to smut than actual smut, but i hope you guys like this lmk what you think. this was requested with the prompts "look at me when you come on my fingers" and "muttering compliments kissing down their body" and it was so much fun to write aaaaahh, my requests are open so please send more!!! guidelines in pinned <3

summary: you're hopelessly pining after spencer at a rossi party, and when you run into him in the kitchen when you're getting a refill and he asks if you want to explore the mansion with him, who are you to say no?

cw: 18+ minors dni pls, fingering, p in v, nipple play, soft!dom!spence, spencer being ridiculously hot its criminal, ooc penelope but it was for the plot, pining idiots, wine cellar sex wine cellar sex wine cellar sex, public sex, morgan and prentiss being dumb, rossi being a smug lil shit, a dumb ass title sorry i didn't know what else to name it lol

wc: 4.1k

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these days rossi was always finding some reason to throw a party at his mansion. you’re not exactly sure what it was tonight, a birthday? an anniversary? regardless, you and the team appreciated the excuse to unwind, dress up, and have non murder related fun.

the sun is setting over the rolling hills the mansion is perched on, and you’re sat at a table with the girls— penelope, jj, and emily discussing penelope’s latest dating escapade. you’re trying hard to pay attention, you really are, but it proves to be difficult when you’re focused on the man showing magic tricks to the kids across the room.

you look on yearnfully as spencer pulls a coin from jack’s ear, all the kids are laughing and cheering and he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“hellooo?” penelope waves a hand in front of you dramatically, “i’m getting to the good part and you’re off in space!”

you jolt back to the present, “sorry pen, i’m listening i promise. so he shows up to your door with maple syrup and feathers?”

“YES, anyways so then he’s like i have a proposition for you…” penelope continues her story but you can’t help but zone out again. your eyes drift back to boy genius as he finishes another trick for little henry before rising up to his full height. it’s in that moment his eyes meet yours and softens as he offers you a small wave. 

you return the gesture back which causes the girls at your table to look in the same direction and they come to a glaring conclusion too quickly.

“ah, that’s why you’re not paying attention. too busy ogling mr. houdini over there.” jj remarks.

“i am not!” you scoff.

“oh you so are,” emily says, “when are you going to let yourself feel your heart’s full content.”

“first of all, i can’t stand you. second of all, it’s not worth it. he would never feel the same about me.” you say as emily rolls her eyes.

this time penelope interjected, “oh don’t be so cynical. you haven’t even tried how could you even know?”

but you did know. it’s not that spencer didn’t like you, he treated you the same as any team member, but that was just it. you wanted him to see you as more. during cases you would try to impress him or make breakthroughs in the hopes he would tell you ‘good job’. a couple times you brought him coffee when you got yours, just to hear him say your name and thanks. work conversations rarely seemed to move past small talk, but you’re a little sure that’s on your part because he just made you so nervous. and like, he’s a profiler. so you’re sure to some degree he knows how you feel, and it just makes you regress into your safe hole even further because you think he’s being nice by not acknowledging it and saving you the embarrassment.

the girls knew about your harbored crush for a month now, since the last bau drinks night you got a little too truthful during truth or dare. you were much younger in comparison to your colleagues, so they offered their sympathies at your unrequited love and tried to get you to come out more and let loose.

which is one of the reasons you’re sitting in rossi’s living room, wine glass in hand, as morgan recounts the craziest date hes ever been on. the other reason, which you wouldn’t admit to anyone, was so you could admire your (not) lover from an acceptable distance and not risk embarrassing yourself.

so here you are, two glasses deep, rising up from your spot on the floor telling everyone you’re going to get a refill. your heels click against the hardwood floors all the way to the kitchen where you just so luckily run into the (your) man of the hour.

“hi.”

you were looking down at your feet as you walked to the kitchen, your head snapping up to meet the voice, “hi spencer.” you said softly.

“if you’re looking for more wine, i think emily just grabbed the last bottle,” you must have outwardly deflated as he continued, “that bad out there?”

“only so much wine can get me through penelope’s sexcapades and derek’s crazy one night stands.” you joke.

he chuckles back, “oh i know, why do you think i’m hiding out in here?”

you laugh again before an uncomfortable yet strangely comfortable silence falls between you both. unknowingly you both take turns gazing at each other, indexing the others features as if this moment would be the only chance you got.

you’re about to take your loss and leave when spencer speaks up again, “you know, i wouldn’t put it past rossi to have a secret wine cellar somewhere.”

“honestly, you’re probably right. what kind of italian just runs out of wine.”

spencer pauses slightly before saying, “do you want to see if we can find it?”

you look at his eyes again and catch a glint of mischief? concern that you’re wine-less? whatever it is, you take the bait.

“i’m game.”

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rossi’s mansion was humongous. it was well known that he was loaded from his years in the bureau and multiple book deals, but holy shit, the rooms just seemed never ending, and none of them were a wine cellar.

“i don’t know spence, i'm starting to lose hope, and debating to revoke rossi’s italian card.”

you’re both in one of the many studies and are about to leave to find another room, when spencer notices a smaller door next to the study. he slowly opens it and peaks inside to find a descending wooden staircase. he looks at you with a smirk, “i think we just found it.”

he holds the door open and gestures you to enter first, following shortly behind you as he shuts the door. he makes sure to check that it’ll still open even after it’s shut, and you both relax a little seeing it still unlock. you move down the stairs, gripping the handrail and praying you don’t trip over your heels and fall to an embarrassing demise.

spencer descends a step behind you, trying so hard not to let his eyes wander down your bare back to the curve of your hips. once he steps off you both go in opposite directions to explore. you take in the vast amount of shelves and wine racks, taking note of how it seems to be separated by year and by type. running your fingers over the labels, you’re intrigued by a shelf with the year you were born, and pause in front of it. you reach up to a shelf that is just a smidge taller than you, hoping to grab the neck of an old wine bottle.

even in your heels you’re struggling, attempting little hops to try and reach. you’re about to give up when you feel a warm hand on your right hip, while an outstretched arm on your left seamlessly grabs the bottle and brings it down to you, “careful sweetheart, don’t wanna break that pretty head of yours.” spencer says lowly.

excuse me, what the fuck did he just say.

you inspect the bottle he so kindly brought down for you, but it’s a futile effort. you can’t even remember why you wanted to see it. all you can think about is your hands clamming up, sending threats to the wine bottle it’s holding. your mind is fogging up fast, and you’re trying to order your brain to say something instead of going mute while he’s still an inch behind you. with his hand on your hip still.

“oh god,” you start shakily, “you scared me spence.” you angle your body to the left so you can attempt to show how unbothered you are and look at his face.

good save (not).

he’s staring down at you with a hint of a smirk on his lips, like he’s keeping a secret from you. his eyes are intently focused on you when he speaks again, “just didn’t want you to get hurt. s’all.”

with his close proximity, you’re sure he can hear your heart beating through both of your chests, hell it was so loud they could probably hear it upstairs. he’s still got you caged in front of him when he continues, “any particular reason for this bottle?”

“yeah no, i just, wanted to see what bottles of wine he had from the year i was born.” you answer, watching as spencer moves back to give you space when you turn to face him.

he nods, “did you know that wine is associated with the greek god dionysus?”

“no i didn’t, actually.”

“it’s really interesting,” he moves forward a tiny inch, “they call him the patron god of wine, but a lot of people often forget that he’s also the god of fertility and ecstasy.”

oh. “ecstasy?” you whisper confusingly.

“yes, he believes when you drink wine it gives you emotional and physical pleasure.”

“how does that even work?” you nervously laugh.

spencer reaches his arm above your head, never breaking eye contact, and grabs two wine glasses by their stems, “you wanna find out?”

with only so many words, you give another nod. he uncorks the bottle with ease and pours out two glasses, with his having a little less than yours, most likely due to his slow but steady return to drinking casually. clinking your glasses, you take a big gulp hoping it’ll satiate the building nerves. but you’re watching the way his fingers wrap around the glass, his veiny hand showing prominently and you’re unable to focus on anything else.

“you know, i’ve been running something of an observation the last few months.”

you take another small sip, starting to feel less nervous, “oh yeah, what about?”

“you.”

it took everything in you not to spit your drink out all over his suit. 

“me?”

he nods after another sip, “i’ve been watching you, and not in a creepy way i swear. but i’ve been keeping track of your habits; how you take your coffee, your tells when a case gets too much, things like that,”

that didn’t seem overtly terrible to you, you knew spencer was an observer of his environment, always seeking out patterns to aid his predictions. you’re about to speak when he cuts you off.

“i’ve also been noticing how you seem to change, when i’m in your presence.”

you feel like the sweat and nerves are just oozing out of you at this point, and he continues his verbal taunt.

“i’ve seen your breathing rate get faster,” he moves a step forward, “how your cheeks rise with the faintest red, kind of like right now,” another step forward, “and how you try to avoid looking directly at me because you think i’ll find out everything if you do.”

the room has to be at least a thousand degrees at this point, heart beating so fast it’s probably gone to the moon, and your brain just unable to have any coherent thoughts at the realization that maybe you weren’t as subtle as you thought.

he takes one final step to close the gap between you and delicately places two fingers on the pulse point of your neck, “i couldn’t figure out your heart rate from afar,” he pauses to count, “but now that i know it, i can come to my conclusion.”

the air in your lungs has all but escaped, nowhere to be found. “and wh- what is your conclusion d- doctor reid?” your voice betraying you by dripping with anticipation.

“that i make you nervous. do you agree? do i make you nervous?” he says while you feel the hot breath of his whispers ghosting on your lips.

your mouth opens to say something and then shuts, because what the hell are you supposed to say? any and all logic has left the room, but the last working neuron works to make an unthinkable conclusion of your own. there is no way.

spencer moves his fingers to grip your chin between them, guiding your face to look directly into his copper eyes, “i asked you a question angel, do i make you nervous?”

you’re cornered, “y- yes.”

“why’s that?”

“spencer..”

“is it because you’re thinking of me the same way i think i about you?” his thumb starts tracing the outline of your lower jaw. he’s pressed right up against your chest, his other arm covertly moving to snake around your waist. the way you lean in subconsciously towards him, paired with your silence is all the confirmation he needs.

the pad of his thumb traces your lower lip, dragging it downwards a little. there’s a hitch in his breath when his eyes flicker from your lips back up to meet your eyes again. he quietly mumbles, “can i?”

your eyes widen slightly, relishing in the way his arms are holding you firm and steady. this was about to really happen. you’d been pining after him all this time, believing you were destined for unrequited love. but as spencer stands in front of you, looking at you as if he’d been poisoned and the only antidote is your lips, you can’t help but wonder if there’s been a similar weight on his side that’s been holding him back too.

so you nod once again, and trust your voice this time, 

“yes.”

you’re fully expecting him to go into it full force, and kiss you like a man starved. but he lets the premonition bubble for a little longer as he so agonizingly leans down and closes the gap, teasing you with the ghost of his lips on yours without making contact. he waits a moment, and just as he predicted your subconscious betrays you again and you impatiently lean up in an attempt to meet your lips together. spencer can’t help but smile before he softly pressed himself against you.

the feeling of his mouth on yours is something you can only describe as cosmic, like a star exploding into a supernova, emitting a powerful and luminous show of energy. it’s all consuming, the light reaching every neuronal end of your body and electrifying it ten times over. your hands reach up to tangle in his curly hair and he lets out the faintest whimper, spurring you on to grab it more earnestly.

spencer loses all restraint. his hands begin furiously mapping out your body, running up and down your back, reaching down to grasp a handful of your ass. he moves his hands down further to grip your thighs, effortlessly lifting you to sit on the counter behind you. spencer slots himself between your legs and continues kissing you, his mouth marking a hot trail to your neck as he mutters between, “is this okay?”

“please don’t stop.” you moan softly.

his fingers move to deftly slide the straps of your dress off your shoulder, mirroring the movement on the other side while continuing to work his down your neck. he slides the dress far enough down to expose your chest, immediately taking the swollen nub into mouth and running circles around it with his tongue. you let out a sharp gasp at the sudden warmth, whimpers leaving your throat. he repeats the motion to the other one as you cradle his head closer in an attempt to keep him there, as if spencer had any plans of leaving.

he moves his mouth back up to meet yours again, in a lust filled attack sending shock waves straight to your core. you move your fingers to work the buttons of his dress shirt and spencer moves his hand further south and under the hem of your dress, something you don’t notice until his thumbs are rubbing circles onto the plush of your inner thighs. it makes you falter on his last button as he pushes your legs farther apart,  inches closer to where you desperately need him.

spencer looks directly into your eyes as his thumbs reach up to hook onto the side of your panties and slowly move them down your legs. he groans outwardly at the resistance caused by your slickness, “all this for me, baby?”

you’re rendered speechless watching spencer and his ministrations but he continues, “you are so goddamn beautiful, you know that?” his fingers are less than an inch away from your cunt, “i see you walk around the office in those tight pants, your hair and makeup all done, and those blouses jesus,” he reaches your entrance and dives in to collect your wetness, you brokenly moan as he begins to spread it all over. “couldn’t tell if you hated me for the longest time.”

“c- could never hate you.” you whine.

“i know baby,” he slides his middle finger into your hole, “just imagine the fun we could’ve had if we figured this out earlier. but it’s okay, we have all the time now.” he sets a steady rhythm before inserting his ring finger, actively working you towards a barreling orgasm.

“spencer, fuck, oh god.”

“you’re so fucking wet, bet you’re gonna come soon, right? gonna make a mess on my hand?” he baited.

you’re in shambles, one hand deathly squeezing onto one shoulder the other turning white from the grip you held on the counter. the moans won’t stop falling out of you, he works his fingers so skillfully within you it’s impossible to hold any resolve when he curves upwards and hits that spot.

your head tilts back, reeling from the intense pressure coil building inside you, the peak about to hit you any moment now. spencer uses his free hand to move your head back down, “look at me when you come on my fingers.”

that was all it took for the white hot to ravage through you, engulfing every sense and leaving you breathless. he continues moving his fingers through your orgasm, watching as you come back down to him. you don’t waste a second reaching for his belt to unfasten it, slipping your hand down to palm him through his boxers. he moans in your ear as he feels you slip inside, your small hand moving up and down, and getting impossibly harder when you take your hand back up to spit on it to then return to your movements.

you take the moment to lean into his neck and leave bites of your own, finding his sweet spot right behind his ear and sucking hard. spencer’s hands have taken a spot on your lower back beneath your dress, pressing so hard with his fingertips you know there’ll be evidence of this night tomorrow.

“spence..” you mutter in the crook in the neck.

“yeah baby?” he whispers back.

“can you fuck me now?”

he preens at your boldness, and wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers down enough to fully free himself. he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter before pulling his length out and giving it a few strokes. he lets it glide between your folds, gathering your wetness as lubricant as it hits your clit. both of you are panting hard realizing the anticipation has led to this moment. spencer positions himself at your entrance, never breaking eye contact with you, and watches your face drop into a perfect ‘oh’ as he pushes in.

spencer is absolutely wrecked as he hears your breathing pick up, reveling in the vice grip your cunt has on him. you’re no better above him as you’ve broken eye contact to stare at where the two of you connect, watching as he disappears into you and the feeling of being so full overtakes you and you’re letting out soft expletives. he bottoms out and stalls for a minute, waiting for you to signal that you’re okay for him to move. in the time he’s waiting, he takes a moment to really look at your face, how absolutely ruined you look, your cheeks are deeply flushed, hair flying in every direction, and he can’t help but tell you, “you look so pretty.”

your eyes soften as you gaze back at him and nod slightly, and he pulls back all the way to ease in again experimentally. once he hears you moan out loud at the movement, and feels you tighten even more around his cock, he loses any and all restraint he’d been holding onto this entire night.

his hips pick up the pace in harsh snaps to your core, sending ripples of pleasure all over you. your arms are wrapped around his neck attempting to pull him impossibly closer to you, “spencer…fuck…” you drawl with a whine.

“i got you baby, gonna take good care of you, promise,” he says back in between grunts. the sentiment causes you to squeeze on his cock again as he attempts to continue, “if you keep…fuck…keep squeezing me like that i’m n- not gonna last long.”

one hand in his hair and the other leaving dark red scratches on his back, you feel your second orgasm of the night hastily creep up on you. he can tell you’re close and quickens his pace as he thumbs your clit. you moan his name out once more before reaching your peak, feeling like your body is on fire as he continues to fuck you through it. 

spencer feels his own release building up, “wh- where should i..?”

“inside, i’m on the pill just please come inside me.”

it was more than enough for spencer’s movements to stutter as he released his hot load in you, groaning out loud as he finished.

he slows to a half, still hilted inside of you but softening post orgasm. you’re both breathing heavily as you look up at each other and take in the other’s fucked out faces. spencer presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before resting his own on it, “that was..”

“intense,” he quirks his eyebrows at you, “in a really really good way.” you add quickly.

he smiles down at you, “i wasn’t kidding, what i said earlier. i think about you an embarrassingly high amount each day. i’d love to take you out and make this a real thing.”

“yeah?” you gape incredulously, “thought i was the one embarrassing myself if you were able to notice all those things i did when you were near me.”

he laughs, “no, no it was endearing, definitely made it easier to be as forward as i was tonight knowing you wouldn’t freak out.”

you’re about to respond when you hear the door to the cellar open, you’re both hidden from view but know it’s only a matter of seconds before someone catches you. you both look at each other in panic as spencer pulls out of you, tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants. you grab your panties from the floor and begin to pull them up your legs when he notices his come dripping down your thighs. he swiftly gathers the release on his fingers and shoves it back inside you, causing you to let out a near pornographic moan as he pulls up your underwear all the way.

“did you guys hear that?” a voice sounding like emily said.

“see this is why i don’t do big houses like this, too many creepy ass noises.” morgan.

“mansion,” rossi corrects, “and for a couple of profilers, you both are stupid if you don’t know what that sound was.”

your eyes widen to match spencer’s, you’ve been caught.

“was it a mouse or something?”

“no more like, bunnies,” he joked with an innuendo, “come on, i found the bottle i was looking for, let the bunnies do their thing so they can leave and go home to do whatever it is bunnies do.”

“you’re a weird old man david…” emily muttered.

the door closes and you both let out a big breath, and burst into a fit of laughter, “how the hell are we gonna show our faces to him on monday?” you whine.

“that is a monday us problem,” he starts, “but right now, i think it’s time for me to take you home.” he winks.

two stuffed bunnies show up on yours and spencer’s desk on monday. you’re both redder than a tomato as rossi chuckles when he walks by. prentiss and morgan are still confused.