#sorry but they would be so chaotic i love it

[hisirishsoufflegirl]

Tea Is A Love Language ~ A.H x Reader

A/N (wow I haven’t wrote that in years): Hi! I’m back (says them to people who did not even realise they stopped writing lmao). There’s been an Aaron Hotchner x You slow burn fic brainstorming away whenever I’ve been rewatching Criminal Minds for the past few years so I thought I’d make a comeback to write a sample entry (that takes place a bit into the actual fic) to see what everyone thinks, aha.

CW/Context: Aaron and Hayley are divorcing/there’s no Emily(sorry!)/Aaron being grumpy but then surprisingly sweet/Reid and reader are best friends/Morgan and reader are very close due a traumatic past/Aaron gave a private lil sweet pep talk to reader when they got overwhelmed after the college campus murders/the timeline is a bit jumbled but it’ll be easier to follow/explained in full fic/in canon mentions of violence/I’m rusty at this, forgive me

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A sigh. Then a smacking sound as the paper contents of a file hit the desk.

“Who’s up for a drink?” Morgan stood up. Eyebrows raising as if a lightbulb flashed atop his head, he turned. “Actually.. who’s up for five?”

The man didn’t need to ask you twice. Nights out drinking with Morgan were always the safest. Sure, they were wild and chaotic.. but you always knew you would get home and you always knew you’d never wake up the next morning fearing you did something you regret. It was funny. One of the men who inspired you to join the Academy and pursue this as a career was not only now a colleague but a friend. A close friend at that. Your letters containing updates on your life since that awful period of your life when you were 18 were more for Gideon’s sake. Though that didn’t mean Derek never checked up on you throughout the years that led to you surprising the agent the day it was announced a new member was joining the team and in you walked into the table meeting.

“I don’t know..” your best friend trailed off, his focus on fixing the contents of his brown satchel.

You got up from your desk, the one attached to Spencer’s, shouldering your own bag. “Nuh-uh, Spence. You’re coming.” You looked up at him, trying your hardest to use your eyes to silently beg to coax him out.

It worked. It always worked. Reid hated nights out, especially Morgan’s definition of a night out, but you knew you made it tolerable for him. Many a night of drinking you sat with the doctor, letting him ramble off about statistics or Star Trek and often debating the one topic you yourself did know about - Doctor Who. You didn’t know why some of the others treated listening to his interests and rambles as almost a chore. You had always found them interesting and besides, how could someone not take an interest in what their best friend cared about?

“.. you’re still cosplaying at comic con with me, right?” Spencer’s eyes narrowed at you.

“Of course.”

“Alright, I’m in.”

You mouthed a “thank you” at him, your hand coming up to touch his elbow as a comfort as you both walked to join Morgan and Rossi heading towards the door.

“JJ?”

“Ugh, I’d love to but.. gonna have to take a rain check.” the blonde woman grimaced, picking up her share of files.

You felt someone brush past you as they hurried towards the glass door of the bullpen. You turned your head, realisation hitting you that it was your Unit Chief. You hadn’t properly spoken one on one to the man ever since the day the team was about to leave Flagstaff, Arizona. There had been a spree killer on a college campus, murdering women who were very similar in age to you and it brought back some painful memories. Painful memories as well as a feeling of guilt that you had survived your own attack and had went on to go and finish college. A privilege that those victims never got to make a reality. You had stepped away for a moment to compose yourself back at the hotel while the other agents were packing to go home when Hotch had appeared beside you. You had been sure you were to be scolded for being too soft or for your exterior slipping, a worry that was all too evident as you had tried to quickly wipe your tear away and swallow the ache in the back of your throat. But no. He had been kind. Really kind. The conversation had not been long, nor did the comforting hand on your arm to gesture you back to the hotel to leave linger, but it had helped.

“Hotch, you up for a beer?” the Italian man extended the invitation to his friend.

Hotch stopped in his tracks, his eyes flickering to the side as he pondered his answer. He decided with a sigh. “Sure.” He turned and you offered an awkward smile when his eyes settled on you.

“Agent Hotchner.” came the suited man with a clipboard and envelope into the room through the glass doors.

Breathing in, Hotch’s eyes looked away from you as he turned. “Yes?”

The man presented him with the clipboard and a pen to sign for the brown envelope.

Hotch’s eyes shifted down to it and his body stiffened slightly with a sharp intake of breath.

You had never seen Hotch display a crack in his exterior like that before. I wonder what’s in that envelope. You thought.

Breaking the silence, you sucked your lower lip in - a tell, you had been told by one of your profiler buddies, that you felt awkward and anxious. “What is it?”

Your boss stared down at the envelope, his fingers subconsciously kneading the paper. That’s one of *his* tells, you surmised, whatever it is it’s bothering him.

He finally glanced up at you through dark eyelashes, a look of defeat in those dark eyes. “Hayley’s filing for divorce. I’ve been served.”

Fuck. Fuck. You fucked up.

You watched as Hotchner took a final look at the contents in his hands before walking away, no longer feeling up to a fun and happy night.

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“McCoy Boy! How was Connecticut?” You greeted Spencer as you, Morgan, JJ and Rossi piled back into the bullpen. You dropped your bag onto your chair and circled round to the opposite side of the desk to throw your arms loosely round the genius’ neck and shoulders. You never took advantage of the privilege of being the only one Reid allowed to casually touch him like this but now didn’t count. You had missed him. While you were in Indianapolis helping Rossi catch the monster that haunted him and three siblings, your best friend and your Unit Chief were in Connecticut interviewing a death row inmate.

Spencer rested his hand on one of your arms as you squeezed him, propping his book down on his desk. “Ultimately uneventful.”

You shifted your head from the top of Reid’s curly mop to his temple. “Fill me in anyway.”

Spence chuckled before turning his gaze at Rossi. “Uh sir, there’s someone waiting to speak to you in your office.”

You pulled back to crane your neck behind you. Sure enough, Kevin Lynch stood in the doorway to the office at the end of the walkway.

You focused on JJ’s face as Kevin talked, a face barely containing her smile and giddiness. Your eyebrows furrowed confused and as Rossi walked past to talk ‘man-to-man’ with the tech analyst, you mouthed ‘what??’ to the blonde.

JJ raised her eyebrows suggestively at you as she swivelled to walk away. “Garcia and Kevin sittin’ in a tree..”

Morgan’s mouth dropped open. “Get out of here.”

“Wait, what? What?” the brown eyed genius piped up, confusion and anxiety about missing a clue seeping in his voice.

“Didn’t you hear the song, love?” You asked your friend, your left arm still leaning on the back of his office chair for standing support.

“The song meant something? No, I missed it!” Reid grew frantic. Adorable.

“Yeah, it..” you trailed off as your eyes looked around the room as you looked up. They landed on the dark haired man in his pristine suit, shoulders tense as he hunched over his desk, one hand resting on his forehead.

He looks so stressed.

You sucked in your lower lip. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” You ruffled the top layer of Spencer’s brown curls. “I’ll explain it later.”

You moved your duffel bag onto the floor underneath your desk and settled in your chair. Every instinct in you was screaming to check in on your boss. That’s just the type of person you were and your instincts never did you wrong. You had gone on gut instinct when you asked Spencer what was causing him to struggle which eventually led to him going to rehab. You had listened to your instinct when it told you to gather up Morgan and JJ to join Rossi in Indianapolis a few days ago. But this was Hotch. This was your boss. You had never seen the man crack a smile let alone open up about his feelings.

Leaning your chin on your hand, your head twisted to look at the environment behind your desk. Looking behind you had become a habit since you were a teenager, even when your body knew it was in a safe environment such as the bullpen. But old habits die hard and listen, it was a habit that kept you alive in the field. Funny that. You’d think someone with that self preservation habit would run away from situations that posed a threat, not run to them. And certainly not make a career out of solving them.

Your eyes landed on the coffee machine set up and kettle sat on the communal kitchen countertop.

Hmm. Too late for coffee. You hummed. Hold on..

You swung your legs out from under your desk, pushing yourself up and away from your desk and headed towards the communal kitchen. The plethora of jars containing coffee grounds - the jar with the brown and gold label was Reid’s only go to - and sugar - the plastic tub of aspartame was JJ’s - littered the counter. But you weren’t looking for the coffee. Stretching up on your tiptoes, you opened up each cupboard. You searched the top two before bending down to view the contents of the bottom ones.

A-ha! Found you. You took out the green box praying it wasn’t empty and silently thanked God when it wasn’t. Plopping one of the tea bags into the clean ecru mug you found, you filled the kettle in the sink and flicked on the switch.

As the water boiled, you dared to glance to your right at Hotch’s office. You didn’t think it was possible but the man looked even more stressed. The noise of the kettle turning off drew your attention and you poured the hot liquid into the mug, pressing the teabag to the sides of the mug with the spoon before scooping it up and binning it in the pedal bin. Stealing the last of the semi skimmed milk from the fridge, you trickled some of it into the tea before stirring. Dropping the spoon into the sink promising to clean it in a few minutes, you grasped the handle of the cup and headed towards the steps to the walkway.

Your feet reached the closed door to the office and your knuckles rapped against the wood.

“Come in.” He sounds tired.

Careful not to spill the tea, you pushed the handle of the door down and the door opened. Hotch glanced up. Twice. Once out of habit. The other a double take. His head left his hand and he placed his pen down on the case files in front of him. You could tell he was trying to figure out what you were doing in his office, it was obvious in his eyes. For a man so expressionless, his eyes were always so expressive.

You realised you had been staring at him for probably a bit too long and shifted your eyes down to the mug in your right hand, your other hand clasping round it for the excuse of holding something as a distraction. You lightly tapped your ring against the porcelain as you tried to word your sentence in your head before your mouth could get you into trouble. The action had Hotch’s gaze look down at your hands, something you noticed he did often. You had a habit of fiddling with one of your rings when you wanted to say something but were deciding if you should or not. It usually ended in Hotch noticing and asking you your opinion on the topic at hand.

You took a breath in. “Sir, if I had known.. I wouldn’t have asked about the envelope in front of everyone.“

“Y/L/N-“ Hotch sat upright in his chair.

“Anyway, I uh, I’m not going to ask you to talk about it.” You reassured him, cutting him off. Still looking at the mug in your hands, you continued. “I just want you to know that you’re not alone in this. I, the team, will support you in any way we can.”

You could feel your heart speeding in your chest, you were sure your boss could even hear the thumping. You risked looking up. The usually stoic man’s gaze softened, his forehead smoothing out. Maybe Hotch wasn’t so scary all the time.

“My mother always liked to show it with tea,” You remembered the mug in your hands. Probably should explain that, yeah. “And it’s what I know so.. uhm..” You shuffled forward closer to his desk and settled the cup on top of the dark wood. Stepping back, your hands went to the back of your trouser legs.

Hotch stared at you, his expression not giving anything away. “You didn’t have to.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Think of it as repaying the favour.”

You watched as those big dark eyes softened, gaze switching to the mug now sat on his desk. Giving an tight lipped smile, you nodded awkwardly and turned to leave. You didn’t wanna overstay your welcome. As your hand reached for the door, your name being called stopped you in your tracks. Not your last name. Your name.

“Y/N?”

You turned, surprised at the switch from your surname to your first name. Hotch called everyone by their surnames, even Rossi sometimes. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.” He meant that. Sincerely.

You tried to stop the smile etching its way onto your face. You felt bold. “Don’t mention it.. Aaron.”

Hotch - Aaron cracked a small smile. A tiny quirk of his lips. You nodded at each other, your hand closing the door behind you as you left the office.

Taking the steps down to your desk, you didn’t see Hotch bring the mug to his lips, taking a swig. His eyebrows raised in approval. Another swig. Leaning back in his chair, he inhaled, looking to his left to watch the bullpen out of his office window. He spotted you carrying case files back to your desk, engrossed in conversation with Reid.

He sighed, his attention turning back to his desk, pausing before opening the drawer next to him. His fingers hovered over a brown envelope, picking it up and sliding the contents of it out in front of him. Taking a breath and another swig of tea, Hotch picked back up his pen and signed his name on the dotted line.

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bound by you

the knocking was relentless.

you sat on the floor, back against the door, knees pulled to your chest, hands trembling in your lap. your phone buzzed beside you, but you didn’t need to check the screen.

you knew who it was.

you knew what he wanted.

“baby,” his voice came from the other side, muffled but urgent. “open the door.”

you squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head as if he could see you. “go away, matt.”

“i can’t,” he said, voice low and strained. “you know I can’t.”

tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. not for him. not after what you’d seen, the image was still burned into your mind, that photo of him, tangled up in someone else, and that you weren’t even suprised that he’d done this again. the excuses, the lies, the desperate words that it wasn’t what it looked like. you had heard it all before.

“please, just listen to me,” he begged, pressing his forehead against the door. “i need to explain.”

“you don’t need to explain anything, matt, i saw it. i saw you. again.” your voice broke on the last word, and you hated yourself for it.

silence.

“you know you can’t leave me.”

your breath hitched.

“you love me, baby. you know you do.” his voice was warm, coaxing, wrapping around you like a lullaby. “and you wanna open this door.”

you shook your head, but your hand twitched against the doorknob.

no. no, you weren’t going to do this. Not again.

matt knocked once, twice, then let out a shaky breath. “I swear on everything, it’s not what you think. I would never—”

“stop,” you whispered, gripping your head. “stop lying to me.”

“i’m not lying,” he said immediately, voice breaking. “i swear, baby, i—fuck. i love you. i love you so much. you can’t leave me.”

his desperation cracked something inside you. Because despite everything, you knew he meant it. he loved you. In the most twisted, chaotic way, Matt loved you.

you sniffled, as your heart beat at your chest negging to be let go.

more knocking.

“baby, please,” he whispered. “i need you.”

you hated how much those words affected you. you hated how, even now, your body ached to be near him. how your heart craved the warmth of his arms, the safety of his presence, even though he was the one who had shattered you.

you fingers curled around the doorknob.

“i hate you,” you murmured.

“no, you don’t,” he said instantly, his voice so sure, so certain.

and you hated that he was right.

with shaking hands, you turned the lock.

the door swung open, and before you could react, matt was there. warm, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. you collapsed into him, sobbing, your fists gripping his hoodie.

“there you go, baby,” he murmured, holding you tighter. “let it out.”

your body shook against him, heartache pouring out in messy, broken sobs. and he held you like he hadn’t just been the cause of your pain. like he wasn’t the reason you felt like you were falling apart.

“i hate you,” you choked out again, weaker this time.

matt pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “no, you don’t.”

you let out a hollow laugh, burying your face in his chest. he smelled the same, like cologne and warmth and something uniquely him. and it made you want to scream because how could something so comforting belong to someone who hurt you?

you felt his hand in your hair, his touch gentle. “i’m sorry,” he whispered, voice breaking. “i swear, baby, it’s not what you think. i wasn’t, i couldn’t…” He exhaled shakily. “i only want you.”

you wanted to believe him. you really, really did.

“you hurt me,” you whispered.

his grip on you tightened. “i know.”

silence stretched between you, heavy with everything unsaid.

you pulled back just enough to look up at him. his eyes were red-rimmed, filled with an emotion you couldn’t decipher. his thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

“you shouldn’t be here,” you murmured.

his lips twitched into the smallest, saddest smile. “there’s nowhere else i’d rather be.”

you inhaled sharply, feeling yourself break all over again.

and then, despite everything, you let him hold you.

because no matter how much he hurt you, no matter how badly you wanted to walk away, you couldn’t.

because he was right, you couldn’t leave him and he knew it.

you didn’t know how long you stood there, wrapped in his arms, but the ache in your chest never faded. it only dulled, just enough for you to breathe again.

matt held you like you were something fragile, something that could shatter completely if he let go because you would, maybe you already had.

you felt his lips brush against your temple, the softest, most careful touch, like he knew he was walking on the thinnest ice. his hand traced slow circles on your back, grounding you, pulling you back from the storm inside your head

buy you knew it wasn’t over, it never really was with him.

your fingers curled against the fabric of his hoodie, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. “why do you do this to me?” your voice was barely above a whisper, raw and exhausted.

matt sighed, his arms tightening around you. “i don’t mean to.”

“but you do,” you said, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “over and over again, matt.”

he flinched, his jaw tightening. he knew you were right. and yet, here he was, here you were, trapped in this endless cycle that neither of you seemed willing to break.

his fingers brushed against your cheek, tilting your chin up. “i don’t want to lose you.”

you let out a shaky breath, your heart hammering against your ribs. “then stop keep giving me reasons to leave”

his eyes darkened, filled with something desperate, something terrifyingly close yours,he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “i don’t know how to be without you.”

your stomach twisted, because that was the problem. matt needed you too. not in a way that was healthy, not in a way that was fair. he needed you in a way that consumed you both, in a way that left you empty and exhausted and still coming back for more.

“you say that now,” you murmured. “but what about tomorrow? What about next week, next month?”

his hands slid down to your waist, his grip firm, like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers. “it wont happen again i promise.”

you swallowed hard, staring up at him, trying to find the truth in his words. but there was none.

and maybe that was the worst part.

because you wanted to believe him.

even after everything.

you closed your eyes, inhaling sharply. “i don’t know if i can keep doing this matt.’’

matt stood in front of you, his eyes filled with something close to fear—like if he blinked, you’d disappear. like he knew you had every reason to walk away.

maybe this was the moment where you finally chose yourself, where you didn’t fall back into his arms, where you didn’t let his apologies and broken promises tether you to him all over again.

his eyes searched yours, something dark and knowing settling in them. he saw it. the way you wanted to leave, the way your lips parted like you were about to tell him to go. but you didn’t.

a slow, almost sad smile tugged at his lips. “you won’t leave me.” his voice wasn’t a question. it wasn’t a plea. it was a quiet, devastating fact.

your chest tightened, your throat burning. “you don’t know that,” you whispered, but your voice wavered, and matt heard it.

his grip on you tightened, pulling you closer, his forehead pressed against yours. “i do,” he murmured, his breath warm against your lips. “because if you really wanted to leave, you would have already.”

tears burned your eyes because he was right. he had been right this whole time. you could tell yourself you hated him, that you were done, that you wanted to walk away, but your hands were still clutching his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. your body was still pressed against his, seeking warmth, seeking comfort.

seeking him.

matt exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “it’s okay, baby,” he murmured, brushing his lips down to your cheek, soft and careful. “i’ve got you.”

you shuddered, fists clenching, nails digging into the fabric.

wc: 1.5k

a/n: what happens after these texts. im not sure if i like this but i love writing angst, im also probably going to introduce them soon!

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[midnight-mourning]

Finding the Meaning

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 9💘💘

LATE BUT ITS HERE, something sweet and silly with Zen's au with their oc AC and Moon!

Prompt: :o !! Um, gosh. Okay so idk how familiar you are with my Moon and his staffbot buddy AC, but I'd love to see one of them learning about Valentines day and doing something for the other. (In aa friend/platonic way) But like they love each other and never had a word for the feeling before. They dont realize that valentines day is for a difderent kind of love. Theyre both naiive robots learning how to feel. If you dont wanna do that, then just do Moon x Reader with the same idea. (Sorry for having such a specific request its just what came to mind x_x)

Word Count: 1372

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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The outside world is calm, quiet, as AC dares to peek out of the closet. It's dark, meaning it's safe, but one could never be too careful. As he takes a step, he jumps as his foot lands on something crunchy. A quick glance down reveals it to be a heart shaped piece of paper. He tilts his head to the side, confused, but curious. 

With a slight wobble to his balance—this whole having legs thing was still a bit confusing—he bends down and picks it up, looking it over closely. It's pink, with white lacy trim around the edges. Across the front is loopy script with a printed phrase that reads 'Will you be my Valentine?'. 

If AC could furrow his brows, he would. Unfortunately, they're merely painted on with that golden yellow. The same as—No. Best to not go down that train of thought. He's safe. It's dark, there's no light to be found. He's okay. 

Speaking of, where was his friend? 

The bot scans the room, finding no sign of his signature. At first at least. It takes a moment, but finally he picks up his signal over by the daycare wall. Looking up himself, he finds that his damaged sensors are indeed correct. 

Moon sits atop the wall, crouched, facing out towards the Plex proper. He seems to be watching something. AC can't tell what from here. So, with slow steps, he walks over to find out. 

The naptime attendant doesn't react to his approach, gaze set on whatever is occurring outside. It takes AC lightly tapping on the wall below the lunar bot to grab his attention. But it works well. Moon jump slightly, then glances down to where the curious former staff bot looks up to him, head tilted as if to say 'What are you looking at?'.

"Ah, hello friend. I'm sorry I didn't let you know it was time to come out." Moon extends a hand down. "Here, why don't you join me?"

AC hesitates, stepping back slightly. He didn't want found out. Didn't want to take any risks of being found out. He had to stay safe, he had to stay safe, he had to stay safe—

A touch to his shoulder. 

Moon's now leaning over to meet AC eye to eye, legs hooked over the wall to keep balanced.

"You can sit backwards, if you want." Moon's faceplate spins once. "That way no one can see your legs."

A pause. Then, AC nods. With both hands, Moon pulls the other bot up onto the wall with him. Making sure to sit him backwards so his legs are hanging on the inside of the wall. From there, AC can twist his torso to watch what's so fascinating outside. 

Further out into the main body of the Plex, there are several employees hard at work. At first, this alarms the bot, but he then remembers not only what Moon told him, but also that he's well hidden over here in the shadows. It's okay. He's okay. 

Taking a closer, more relaxed look, he sees that they're putting up decorations. They're a bit hard to make out, mainly just the colors are visible. Reds and pinks, on banners, streamers, shapes that hang on their own, and all over the numerous flyers being posted. 

Seeing all the decorations stirs something in AC, beyond just curiosity. Before being, damaged, he very much enjoyed the holidays. They brought with them a different energy to the Plex. Happier, more chaotic, but also calmer. 

It was a pity he couldn't get to witness them anymore. 

"What's that you've got?"

AC startles, looking over to see Moon is pointing to the heart in his hands. He lifts it up, head tilting to the side and eyes closing. His best attempt to show he was 'smiling'. 

"Looks similar to the decorations they're putting up." Moon nods in thought. "I wonder how it got in here..."

AC shrugs, then points to the script on the heart. 

"What's a Valentine, do you think?" His friend asks in the quiet. 

Another shrug. Then, he makes a typing motion with his hands. 

"Look it up? I suppose I could try. One moment."

AC waits patiently as the other bot searches online for an explanation, swinging his legs idly and patting his hands against his upper thighs. He tends to move a lot when not trapped in the closet.

 The lack of movability almost makes him fidgety when he's out and about. Something that's so, human of an action really. He doesn't think too long on that. 

Moon suddenly unfreezes, shaking his head once. "Ah. Intriguing."

AC tilts his head again in question. 

"It seems to be a holiday for expressing one's love for another. Which can be done with gifts, cards, or just general declarations." Moon says, stare not entirely focused, he must still be searching. "The day of celebrations is the 14th of February. Next week."

AC nods, also thinking. 

Love.

Now that was an interesting one. 

A human emotion he still didn't quite understand. 

AC knew the bad emotions well. Sadness, anger, fear. Something that should be out of his capabilities as a machine, and yet, he knew them well. Almost like old friends at this point. 

But, he also had a new friend now, and that friend had shown him new emotions, new feelings. Compassion, security, comfort, kindness. All things that he had maybe been able to recognize before, but not truly understand. 

AC had an idea. 

He turns to Moon just in time for his friend to speak up. "What if we were each other's Valentine? Oh, was that what you were about to suggest?"

AC nods quickly, giving a thumbs up, to which Moon laughs lightly. 

"Alright then, next week we'll celebrate."

AC claps his hands, and in his excitement, almost tumbles backwards over the wall, thankfully caught in time by Moon before that happens.

As the next week passes by, both bots think and work tirelessly on what to do for the other. From what they both can find individually, it's supposed to be grand, romantic gestures. Which, internally, they both panic about.

Little did the other know the struggle that was occurring with them. Each knew they felt something for their friend, but as to what, it was much more complex than that. 

Security, friendship, comfort, happiness. The laughter they shared, the melancholy. All of it, good or bad, it made each bot feel warm inside at the thought they had each other to spend it with. But as for what that was if it wasn't 'proper' love, they didn't know. 

But, week's are short in the grand scheme of things, and so before either knew it, it was time to share their surprises. 

They met as they always did, in the middle of the darkened Daycare, nervous, toying with the items they each held behind their backs. 

"Well, are you ready?" Moon asks. 

AC nods. There's a fluttering feeling in his circuits he can't quite describe. 

"You first then."

AC pauses, then rapidly shakes his head, pointing to the other bot. 

They bicker back and forth about it, fueled by worry, when finally, it's agreed upon to display their gifts at the same time. 

"Alright, on the count of three. One, two, three."

They both bring their gifts out to present them. 

AC has gotten Moon a new stuffed animal, a panda bear. It's old, and a bit tattered, but it's still cute. He thinks at least. 

Moon has gotten his friend a coloring book, to use during his time stuck in the closet all day, complete with some—slightly used—glow in the dark crayons. 

"This is, wonderful, AC. Thank you." Moon gently takes the bear, as AC almost vibrates with excitement upon getting the coloring book. In turn, he hugs Moon, and after a brief moment to recover, the naptime attendant hugs him back. 

Simultaneously, both robots feel, something, in their circuitry upon seeing their gifts. 

The thought that someone else cares so much for them, to get something so thoughtful, it sends a certain feeling through them. Maybe it's not romantic, maybe it's not perfect, but in that split second, both realize exactly what it is. 

Love.

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Thank you for the cute request @zenkaiankoku!! It was fun learning about these two, hope I did them some justice with this hehe

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[hederasgarden]

omg so I'm not the anon who said you'd be good at writing period sex with kraven hOWEVER i am the unhinged anon who throttled you while telling you how much i loved ur blog and wanted more tarzan kraven (call me chaotic tarzan!kraven whore bc whoopsie that's ✨️me✨️) anyways I'm breaking your window to pop in say omfg YES i was suffering a few weeks ago and was like "...fuck, imagine the Kraven imagines and smur and comfort for this" and I'm sorry but there's so little and it was devastating. I thoroughly believe that other anon is right you would be so good at writing just a downright feral, horrify the ghosts looking over your shoulder kinda period sex about our beloved. Anyways that's all love you byeeeeee

This message has me cracking up. I adore you, my little feral anon. You need to pick an emoji so I know when you grace my inbox with your delightful thoughts!

You've got me imagining Sergei finding you curled up in bed with a heating pad, miserable and mopey because you're not feeling well, convinced you look just as bad. You haven’t bothered to get dressed after your shower, your skin still damp, wrapped only in a towel.

He watches you for a moment, standing with his hands on his hips, his nose twitching as he takes in the scene. Then the bed dips as he crawls over you, nuzzling your neck and chest, grumbling softly. You sigh when he chucks the heating pad away and he reaches down to pull the towel free. There isn't any resistance when he slides inside you but you groan all the same at the sudden, unexpected fullness. 

“Easy,” he purrs, rocking his hips into you. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

OK BYE.

[theoldkyokodied]

Aaaaand more very quick stream doodles. This one shot was so fun to watch, it’s so sad that it had to end already. But oh well, let’s not dwell on that and let’s enjoy the good time we had, like disguised tiefling gale being both Karlachs and astarions type, wyll and gale having a spa day, bing bong in general (rip king, you will be missed), and of course the 8 strength fight for magic items <3 thanks to the cast for the chaos, I enjoyed it thoroughly

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[thisisreal-really]

@in-my-loki-feels EXACTLY the three of them get up to some shenanigans and making it everyone’s problem LIKE sean and kevin showed loki a picture of mothman statue in west virginia and loki was like ‘magnificent, now how do we get me one of that?’ and the next day sean and kevin showed up to the city hall with a pitch to make the city a newest cryptid hotspot along with proposal for the city new statue and a sketch like this

while don is just shaking his head exasperatedly but secretly enjoying the mischief cuz he is always up for some chaos, obviously

has anyone written a Loki series fic where Don the Jet Ski Salesman comes home one day to find his boys hiding something in the garage, and is tiredly like "is it snake? I better not go in there and find out you guys robbed a zoo--" only to open the garage door and see an injured, bewildered frost giant Loki prodding cautiously at a bag of doritos (the boys attempted to provide sustenance) (could be angst or good just be the version from the What If? episode trying to recover from a bender with Thor)

[sesamestreep]

“requiem for methuselah” crazy ass episode for many reasons. Kirk is being fully insane, like I don’t actually think, even controlling for how quickly and easily and readily he seems to fall in love with anybody at the slightest encouragement, that he’d go that bonkers for that android woman he just met while everyone on the ship was this close to dying, but that’s neither here nor there, because in the background you’ve got an equally but much more subtly insane episode for Spock, who extremely uncharacteristically admits to experiencing an emotion (or nearly experiencing, whatever) and that emotion is ENVY of all things. And then spends the rest of the episode warning Kirk away from this new love interest (something that doesn’t usually happen, even when Kirk has very inadvisable love interests) and is, in the end, the person who accurately identifies that Rayna’s competing love for Kirk and Flint is ultimately what overwhelms and destroys her with the most killer line in maybe history???

And then to wrap it up we get an equally uncharacteristic sort of denouement scene (TOS loooves to cut an episode off right after the actual climax, leaving little time for falling action or character reflection, or to stick a sitcom-y button on the end where the gang all smiles and laughs at their misadventures and everything resets to zero, which is not a criticism, it’s just the style of that era of tv, honestly) where Kirk is literally miserable over Rayna’s death (again, kind of unusual for a lot of his love interests, he tends to be able to move on pretty quickly) and Spock goes to see him and he falls asleep right in front of Spock (also odd) and then when Bones comes in to give the final word on Flint, Spock waves him off from waking the Captain (tender) and Bones gives him that awful speech about how it’s sadder that Spock can’t even imagine the love Kirk felt for this random android woman than it is that Kirk lost her in the first place (debatable but also rude) and how his great tragedy is that he can’t love at all like they can and how all he wishes is that Kirk could forget about all of this and move on. AND THEN, to have Bones leave and Spock go over to Kirk and very gently, tenderly, reluctantly touch him and put his hand to his forehead and tell him to forget and HAVE THAT BE THE END OF THE EPISODE??? What am I supposed to do with that??

[maybeemden]

me, getting into lovejoy: ok I never liked the dsmp but this wilbur guy's band seems cool, he's such a perfect tumblr indie frontman, let's see what he does for on his online carree—

wilbur soot on twitch dot com: *beatboxing* hey you wanna see some fucking MEMES?! *default fortnite dance* *minecraft parkour* *shockingly good acting when he needs to* fuck uhhhh shitpenis :] also I am a cultist and a chef and I robbed a fucking bank but it's okay because I'm sowwwy OwO

[garvalhaminho]

and you should speak on izzy and jace being similar because i’m surprised they weren’t as close when they both are literally the same person

i didn't write my thoughts down when i thought this months ago so this was a struggle to put together but here they are !!

jace and isabelle both have the same attitude towards the world, and they undergo a similar arc.

when we meet jace, he doesn't have an identity of his own. he created an "unbothered" persona, very sarcastic, very rebellious, and very contrasting to how you'd imagine someone who grew up like him would act. he made himself his father's son (or, more so, was forced to become that), but he quickly loses that when michael wayland, his adoptive parents' friend, wasn't his father, but valentine, the genocidal cult-leader, and he is shunned for that. the world reminds him his father wasn't who he told jace he was, he is reminded his father was a psychopathic monster and he will grow up to become exactly like him. (he later meets sebastian. sebastian who was raised by the exact same person as jace, and turned to be just like their father.) later he falls for a girl, someone new, someone who has a different perspective on life, someone interesting and lovely, someone who he discovers, too late, is apparently his sister. but who falls in love with their own sister? a monster, obviously. the theory of him having demon blood only asserted that. as the story goes, jace is forced to destroy his own personality, his own identity, forced to mold and remold himself, specifically to fit what people think of his father(s). he doesn't belong here. why should he try?

the easiest way to see how this is represented throughout the series is through his name. jonathan christopher, then jace, a wayland, then a morgenstern, then a herondale, but the happiest part of his life (aka least traumatising environment) was spent as a lightwood.

isabelle lightwood too has an "unbothered" persona, when, in reality, she is none of that, and has never been. isabelle's environment growing up was nothing short of chaos, and she knew that was something she couldn't control. so, like any human being, she tries to control it anyway. she is 15yo and a known "serial-dater", purposefully. her parents are quite conservative, that will keep their attention on her and not her brother, alec, who is not straight and doesn't feel safe enough to explore his own identity. so isabelle doesn't explore her own identity. sure, she learns to enjoy this part of her life, but it didn't start out as that, did it? and her parents were always on the verge of a divorce, something she couldn't control either, but she can pretend. she tries with how her parents act, towards each other, towards alec, towards jace, towards max, towards isabelle herself. and, like jace, she was also trained to fight. she was given her first weapon and the tender age of ten. she was forced to look at the world with the eyes of a predator and a hunter of evil, like all other shadowhunter children. she was taught to police. she even attempts to control her own feelings. the people she dates, she can't let them get too close to her, lest she grow fond of them, as they will be gone from her life soon, she will make them. but she ends up falling for someone anyway, the first time she lets herself do so. but that person lost his memories, he won't remember isabelle, and how he was her first true love. she can't love anyone properly, can she?

and jace can't love anyone properly, can he? was he even taught to? was isabelle even taught to?

(this is relating to my post, if anyone is wondering)

[nighthaunting]

You ever have a moment where you reconsider something you thought a lot about in the past but then sort of turned your attention away from for a while, and your new perspective just blows the whole thing open?

Me thinking about russ and magnus during ATS/PB today after years of taking a break from HH/40K lore yielded one such series of revelations.

I was thinking about Betrayer and Russ' attempt to give Angron a lesson via the Night of the Wolf. I was thinking about Prospero Burns and Russ' belief that he's had a direct line to Magnus this whole time via Kaspar. I was thinking about that 'please'. And.

I know this is pretty much canon to the text but I've never before really Considered that one of Russ' motives in keeping this guy alive and sending him out on compliances with his Legion was (Russ believed at least) letting Magnus see the SW in action and hoping that this might influence him into trying to Avoid doing anything that might cause Russ to be sent after him.

In the past I've talked a lot about the SW keeping Kaspar around to see what would happen in terms of thinking the TS were up to something or going to do something to the Legion, which is very much the assumption the Chaos entity wanted them to make, but looking back I tbh think i slept on the concept of Russ, who canonically has taken out at least one of the Lost Primarchs in an event which is prefers not to speak (or at least the codex Strongly Implies that Russ has been used against another primarch before), and who also canonically went into the Night of the Wolf fully willing to die to make his point to Angron if only Angron could understand what he was doing.

I'm sort of compelled by the concept because in a sense Russ was letting (what he thought was) Magnus take a peek behind the barbarian mask he likes to put on, to see into a more genuine heart of his legion, letting his guard down a bit by allowing this obviously-compromised spy in. Much the same way he let the mask drop when he went to try and talk some sense into Angron, bringing up philosophy and reading and ideals that Russ' ignorant-but-noble barbarian persona would never admit to being interested in let alone reading.

And both times the gambit failed, in Magnus' case because it wasn't Magnus on the other end of the line, and in Angron's case because he was too far gone to really get what Russ was illustrating for him.

The whole thing was orchestrated so well, ironically giving the "proof" that Magnus was up to something via this sleeper agent spy that the SW were toting around with them, playing on Russ being curious enough to keep this guy around and connect the dots on the (false) links between this guy and the TS. I have this headcanon that Russ and Lorgar were actually fairly close, with Russ actually talking to Lorgar about Lorgar's writings, because he didn't seem surprised that Russ had read them and had thoughts on them in Betrayer, so I actually sort of like the idea that he had a hand in setting up the fall of Prospero? I like the tragedy of the idea that he at least had some input on the idea, being familiar enough with Russ to know he'd take the bait.

Which would make that a third time Russ got genuine with someone and had it either fail or be used against him...

[festivating]

thank you for writing attrition; i've never loved a family dynamic so much before even though it's hurting me right now 😭 i just love reading your gelphie become reluctant mothers to the most precious boy—seriously, i'm impressed by how you write 7-year-old liir—while learning to overcome their own trauma.

how would attrition!gelphie react to liir having a love life when he gets older? how would they be as grandmothers?

omg this is the best ask ever i'm so sorry it took me forever and a half to answer. thank you so much for being so nice!! it was sooo much fun to write the family dynamic and they became my favorite aspect of the fic really quickly. and let me tell you writing liir was a STRUGGLE because i have not interacted with kids that age in forever, so i'm not sure if it's an accurate portrayal of a seven year old boy but i did research and tried my best and prayed 🤣

for legal reasons i cannot answer your first question, but i can say how attrition!gelphie would be as grandmothers! for the purpose of this, and no other reasons at all, let's imagine liir has an only daughter.

glinda would be sooooo doting. imagine the most doting grandmother in the world and triple it tbh. she gets the most pompous, extra gifts ever that are somehow very useful? the kid adores her, she also thinks glinda's a little insane (correct.) has tremendous levels of energy for her age. bakes really well because she learned over the years. somehow always updated with the latest fashion trends so she's always making sure the kid is Well Dressed (liir loves this and he's like that too). and also, for fun, glinda is such a nerd about architecture she instills a bit of that on the girl, who goes to school and randomly drops on her friends some insane lore about the building, and everyone's like hello? anyway grandma glinda is very smart and wise and has the funniest stories. and she's definitely always driving home the point that it's very important to be unapologetically who you are.

elphaba is a little bit more awkward when interacting with a small child but she's not terrible. i think years of domestic life have mellowed her out and she has something of a silly streak, she's like a cryptid grandma, kiddo doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about because elphaba is sarcastic 24/7. eventually she becomes fluent in elphaba, and when she grows up she goes to elphie whenever she has problems because elphaba's unconventional ways of solving them are always so helpful. she's doting in a different way she's always slipping things to the kiddo whenever no one else is watching. also i think elphie is the most protective of the two, both of liir and the girl! and she tries so very hard to ensure everyone in her family feels loved and that things are balanced and no one feels left out, because.. well. she knows what it's like to grow up as the non-favored family member and she'd be caught dead before she replicates that. (esp after she spent so long getting rid of those habits)

also magic. i want to say the broom and the grimmerie are passed down to liir then to his daughter (well this is. technically canon when it comes to liir but. because of Bad Circumstances. here it's because of good ones. elphaba just retires.) and they all have little talents at sorcery.

anyway i also like to think they are Always telling liir to go and have fun and leave the girl with them and yes sure they can take care of her the entire weekend and even beyond that it's totally fine and not a problem at all. they really, really adore her. not to say liir is an absent dad, but you know, they are very clingy grandmas lmfao. it's funny because, they don't even know how to properly take care of babies since they never had to do that, so babysitting was a bit of a trial and error at first but they got better at it eventually!

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

So I have officially finished watching the first episode of tdp and I am once again asking Netflix to stop releasing seasons that are like 3 episodes long

[here2bbtstrash]

so yesterday the gr8 matchiana @matchy6812 planted a seed in my brain that has not stopped growing since

and that seed is yoongi sitting quietly at the suchwita set in a soft cardigan and glasses, clearing his throat and just beginning to gently explain some details about the next guest he's going to have on, when the studio door gets KICKED open and lee youngji storms in, bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand like a weapon as she screams "MIN YOONGI!! YOU RIPPED OFF MY SHOW!!! PREPARE TO DIE!!!!!"

[nekrosmos]

How about 7, 14, 15, 16, and 20 for our lovely man Gaz?

Thank you for the ask !! It was nice answering these for Gaz <3

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I'm always amazed by the quality of Gaz's fanarts. I mean the lad is super pretty in the first place but idk, artists capture him so well and I'm always amazed.

Also, people capture his chaotic side pretty well in general and I love that !

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Idk what fashion aesthetic this is but the man would look amazing in fitted and colorful suits, fancy clothes in general.

That kind of clothes !

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Gaz x Alex x Farah and Gaz x Soap, good stuff

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

I don't have any strong feelings towards any ships with him honestly !

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Both Nik and Soap, 100%. I would kill for more screen time between either of them ,,, That Gaz - Nik hug is living rent free in my brain, always

Send me a character and questions from this ask !

[lailuhhh]

I just read somewhere that Afghanistan gets earthquakes and now I can’t stop thinking about Jack experiencing an earthquake for the first time with Mac in the Sandbox. Like are they out? Are they on base? How does Jack react? How does Mac react?

I can just of the idea that Mac’s been living the aftershocks of an earthquake his whole life(James leaving)

Dudedudedude like

Imagine them being out and Mac is actively disarming something but it’s not like a big quake and Jack’s over the radio like

Ya feel that? Somethin go off somewhere to make the ground shake? Musta been something big

Pretty sure that was an earthquake

Earthquake? I thought that was only for you Cali boys

No, there’s lots of places that get much worse ones, but California is kinda like the stereotypical thing everyone equates it to

And it’s not a big deal but a bit later the actual quake hits and it’s like big big

Jacks in his nest not really knowing what to do because he hasn’t experienced an earthquake like that, let alone an earthquake at all. Like— should he leave and check on Mac? Should he stay still? He knows the basic of what should happen if he was like in a house but this was out in the desert full of hostiles

Even better than that, he remembers Mac saying that that particular bomb had a motion sensor, so of course he starts to freak out because oh no this is bad

Alternatively, a little bit of a funny of them being at base when a big quake hits, I dunno maybe they’re in mess with a couple other guys and it happens and they all freak but Mac and a few others are calm or excited about it and they just laugh because it was completely unexpected