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[doublearmbars]

claws buried deep (bite down)

take ~1k of dinosaur smut, with bonus cold-hearted old bastard (only on ao3)

[weathertheraine]

keep me intact - chapter 6

Chapter summary:

Akiteru is a liar.

Fic tags:

Tsukkiyama / Slow Burn / Childhood friends / Canon compliant (mostly) / t4t (trans boy Tsukishima and trans boy Yamaguchi) / Kei POV

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[ninjago-neo]

Midori: Origins of the Ouroboros

Uuuuuuh fhdgsgsh i finished my little lore document for what happened to Midori and how her story continues after. I dont have everything 100% planned out yet, but hopefully the read is good.

To Midori. I hope you will forgive me, one day. For everything.

Back during the time of the FSM, there was a time where the serpentine had not been created, but the Overlord had been defeated. Before his destruction, he swore that the actions of the FSM will only lead to his continued suffering. 

The FSM became known for being the creator of Ninjago and its defender, and as towns and civilizations grew, they worshiped and praised the one who made it possible. Whether he intended to or not, he became a figurehead in some. Despite this, he never viewed himself as a deity or royalty, and found himself alone despite being among people.

The oni believed he was weak. The dragons believed he was an abomination. Here, he was a deity. No matter the label given to him, it was hard to believe he even had a place here. That he truly belonged and felt like a person.

That is, until he met Midori. 

She was considered, by all means, unimportant. Had a normal upbringing, grew up to own a tea shop and grew her own teas. In her village it was customary for farmers to pay a tribute in hopes of the FSM controlling the weather. She thought it ridiculous, as he never seemed to do so, and confronted him on extorting the locals. In reality, the FSM had never told anyone that he could, and actually didn’t want any offerings or tributes of any sort, but most ignored him. 

Both were shocked at meeting each other. Midori couldn’t believe someone of such great power could be so humble, and the FSM was surprised she wasn’t afraid to rebuke him and treat him as a person. 

Their meeting should have ended there, but the FSM continued to think about her, and this visited her in her shop in secret to avoid the attention of other villagers. She taught him how to work alongside her in the shop, and as the two began to know each other, they fell in love. Eventually, they decided their relationship would be a secret no longer, as Midori was announced to be the FSM’s wife. Despite the sudden change of status and the regalities bestowed upon her for marrying Ninjago’s creator, she was still the same woman he fell in love with.

Midori was headstrong, honest, hardworking and brazen. What was in her mind she would say no matter with who, and above all else supported the FSM and reminded him to stand up for himself if he did not wish to be treated as a god. 

Eventually however, the two sought to have children in peace, and journeyed away from their past home. 

As Midori finally gave birth, the two eventually began to interact with civilization a bit more, and for a brief moment, the family was content with their lives, being welcomed by the world, raising two infant children, and with each other. Until one day, Midori wandered far into a nearby forest in search of rare plants/herbs she believed she could find there. During her exploration, she encountered a dark substance nestled into a rock. She did not realized it was a piece of the Overlord’s own body, and as she inspected it, it suddenly became absorbed in her body, and she collapsed. When the FSM finally found her, it was too late. She grew up with a terrible illness no medicine could cure, and he realized she was overtaken by the ancient evil power of his enemy. Unable to fully handle the power of even a sliver of the Overlord’s energy, he knew her body and spirit would undergo a transformation to adapt to it. Despite all of this, he promised his wife a cure, and that he would never leave her side. Midori was hidden in the upper floor of their house, for fear of the dark power hurting their own children, and the FSM’s time was divided by helping Ninjago, raising Wu and Garmadon on his own, keeping Midori company, and looking for answers. But he could not find any, as the Overlord’s power was more potent than anything in Ninjago, and came from a world he could not bring himself to go back to. As he grew more desperate for a solution, he visited Midori less and less, and her condition grew worse. The Overlord’s power evolved to become her own, and Midori became repulsed and horrified as her lower torso grew into a sepert-like tail, and magical venom coursed into her veins. She despised her situation, and despite the FSM’s warning, occasionally left her room to explore and traverse through town hidden away from everyone. But she wasn’t perfect, and eventually the villagers told the FSM of a terrible monster they saw in the woods. The two grew frustrated with each other, and the FSM still had no way of knowing how to cure his wife. He decided to go to the Cloud Kingdom in search of answers. Unfortunately, the prophecy relayed by the Cloud Kingdom could not soothe the FSM’s mind. Instead of Midori being cured, it was predicted that her curse would overtake her and doom their entire family, and future generations, into misery. It was suggested to the FSM that he destroy her and the curse that lives within her, but he vehemently refused, distraught over the woman he loved possibly hurting their sons. Still unable to confront the powers of the Overlord, he realized that he could buy himself and his wife more time to avoid this destiny if she was unable to reach the children if she became fully corrupted. However, he was unable to bring up this plan to her as she became more out of control and furious with him over a lack of a cure. In her mind, she feared he was abandoning him, leaving her to suffer in silence and isolation while he pretended everything was normal. She hadnt even been able to see her kids, and the two were at a standstill. Fearing that the time was near, and having no solutions, the FSM decided to seal her away while she had been sleeping. Unfortunately, she had woken up to see him and assumed he was going to kill her. The two fought, and Midori managed to escape, but not before biting the FSM. Unknowingly, their powers converged, and Midori discovered she had the power to create life, while the FSM felt the Overlord’s power within him, but in a sedentary state. It was then that he realized his powers were slowly being drained for him, as well as his immortality. It was then that a secret battle waged between the FSM and Midori. She created the Serpentine to serve as mindless minions to destroy the world the FSM created, only for him to intervene and prevent disaster, as she once again fled. In the aftermath, he did not want to destroy Midori’s creations, as he still felt fondness for his wife and did not want to destroy these living beings. He instead lied to them that he was their creator, in hopes they’d be unshackled by their shallow purpose in life to destroy, and could live in harmony in this world. However, he could not stop the fighting between Serpentine and Human, and when they sepeparated, could only hope keeping to themselves would still offer some sort of peace. However, he would not live long enough to see that peace. He never told his sons about his hidden ailment, as he fought to keep it at bay and not show that his powers were being drained from him. He still managed to live for hundreds of years, but as his life started to fade, and unable to find Midori, he sought refuge in once again, another prophecy. And he learned that his power would not be fully destroyed, but inherited in it’s full potential by someone. That person would have the key to either repairing the broken bonds of the world, or destroying them entirely. Eventually, he gave in to his illness, and passed away. He did not let them see it, but he was terrified of the world he was leaving to his sons and his creations. How his mistakes and decisions led to possible endless conflicts, and how he yearned for his wife to return somehow, but afraid of what she would do to their family.  Midori, after her failed attempt to weaponize the Serpentine, still interfered in their lives, creating the Great Devourer, sending false prophecies and inciting further conflict in the shadows. She had to wait not just until her husband's passing, but also observe her family and Ninjago to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. While the FSM believed in destiny, she believed the only predetermined thing was cycles; that everything was bound to repeat itself. That  the misery she had undergone would be paid tenfold, that the conflicts of her and her beloved would echo in the conflict between human and serpentine, and break the bonds their family had so briefly. So she had no qualms with creating the snake that would eventually attack her own son, or watching and the Green Ninja, the inheritor of the combined powers of the FSM, suffer through the burden of his destiny and the events that followed. However, her hatred never became satiated, and she still wallowed in the loss of the life she once had. And suddenly, she had a plan. One that would be the ultimate revenge upon the FSM and grant her the life she so desired. In her eyes, the snake would continue to eat itself, and she was going to let that cycle destroy her grandson. He would be the key to her husband’s eternal punishment.

[sweetlycharlotte]

Happy (almost) New Year!! It’s Jangle Ball Gift Exchange time!

This is a ficlet for my assignment @dontsteponthatfish! I hope you’re able to enjoy it, I sure enjoyed writing it <3

(tropes: family, conflicted relationships/feelings. characters: ted, pete, brief appearances of bill and mr. davidson)

@hatchetfield-bang

Ted furrowed his brow, chewing roughly at the end of a pen. He leaned back in his office chair, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling, uninterested in his work. He pointedly ignored the sound of Mr. Davidson making his way down the office, checking in on everyone.

As his thoughts wandered, far away from work, he caught something in the corner of his eye. "Shit." He pursed his lips, pushing aside some of the clutter on his desk; he stopped when he found it.

A picture of him and Pete from a number of years ago that Ted couldn't quite remember. Maybe seven? Six? It didn't matter, he thought. His fingers rested on the photo, as he looked at it idly.

"Ah," He hummed. He and his brother had just gone to some sort of museum for Pete's birthday. He remembered how excited that little kid was to be there. And with Ted, of all people...

Had he been doing enough for Pete lately? As an older brother? His life had been going downhill for years, it was hard to tell where he was slipping.

He gripped and messed with the photo's frame idly, zoned out, when he heard, "Getting those reports done, Ted?"

Ted took a deep breath, "Yeah. Mr. Davidson." He muttered, reluctantly taking his hand away from the picture frame.

"Great." His boss walked away from his office, and Ted lightly knocked on his desk, as he glanced back to his computer.

"Yeah, Ted." Someone else called. He groaned, looking through his open door to see Bill looking back at him. "You could at least make the effort to look like you're working, instead of... looking at secret things on your desk."

Ted glared daggers at him, scowling. "Shut up, Woodward. Like you're any fuckin' better than me. You spend half the time on Facebook messenger. And I don't say shit about that." He turned back before Bill could respond, and as his phone started ringing, to his annoyance, his eyes briefly landed on him and Pete once again.

——

Beating a fist on his steering wheel, Ted contemplated himself in his reflection. He'd spent the rest of yesterday ruminating, half-heartedly answering calls and typing up reports while sticking with those thoughts of his brother.

Unusual, it would seem to other people, he knew that. But he actually cared to know if Pete still feels happy spending that kind of time with him.

So, here he sat, parked a little away from his parents' home. He cringed at the sight. Nonetheless, he opened his car door, and stepped out, looking up at the house.

"Only good thing about this place is Pete," He muttered to himself scornfully, walking up to the door, hoping to whoever was out there that his brother would be the one to answer as he decidedly knocked a couple times.

Ted only had time to pull his hand back before the door opened, "Ted?" Pete stood there, and the man in question sighed in relief. The teen's tone and expression had a touch of pleasant surprise.

"Hey, kid," Ted huffed lightly, fixing up his shirt. "Ah, how are ya?"

"Good..." Pete answered. He was still searching his brother, "You? I mean, how are you? Uh, what're you doin' here?"

Ted would've felt defensive about it if it weren't for the happy twinge to his words. Instead, he felt a smile ghost on his face. "'M fine. Just... visiting, y'know. Bad time?"

Pete looked back into the house, then back at Ted. "No! Not at all, um, mom and dad are actually out right now, so..." He trailed off. "Sorry, did you want to come in?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Ted teased; Pete laughed lightly. The man let that smile fully form on his face as he walked into the house. He looked around; the place did not give him any comfort.

Pete cleared his throat, "I don't think you came here to talk to our parents," He mentioned, messing with his hands.

"Hell no. Not casually. I wanted to talk to you, Pete." Ted saw the way his brother lit up, as subtle as it was. He knew him.

Pete chuckled nervously. "Oh. Cool. Yeah." He took a seat on the sofa. "Did… did something happen?"

"No. I mean… shit, I just wanted to check up on ya, kid. I felt..." Ted paused, that overwhelming sense of vulnerability becoming more clear.

"...You felt?" Pete repeated. "Are you okay, Ted?"

"I'm fine. Just fine." The man cracked his knuckles, feelings conflicted and weighing heavy on his mind.

He watched Pete look at him carefully and sighed roughly, "Listen, I haven't been on top of the whole brother thing. That's all. I'm not doin' that great." He sits right down next to Pete, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh, um..."

Before Pete could finish, "Is that weird?" Ted said outright. He leaned forward, rested his arms on his knees. "God. Never mind, I shouldn't'a just sprung that on you, huh? Ah, wow, I'm really fucking this up," He cringed.

"No! No, uh, it's okay," Pete rambled. He rocked slightly in place as he spoke, "I mean, you're not bad... I don't think so, at least, you know?"

"Mm. Yeah?" Ted glanced over at his brother, who smiled subtly in return.

"Yeah. Uh, I think that... you don't really do that well with just.. expressing that stuff. No offense—“ Pete started; Ted let out a chuckle despite himself.

"No, you're right. None taken,"

“—But I remember. I remember how you do. Like, I've got good memories! There's a lot more than you might think about, um... I consider a lot of things we've done together good, ha,” The teen commented, awkward.

Ted's gaze softened, then rested against the back of the couch, his arm laid across it.

That was certainly not something he'd have believed if he tried to convince himself of it. But really, when the words are coming from his own brother, with that genuine lilt to them, it was hard not to.

"Is that right?" Ted muttered. "So, good, huh?"

"Yeah. 'M serious." Pete said.

"Eeeven though I'm an asshole?"

"Yes!" laughed Pete.. "Obviously, yeah. I wouldn't say I thought so if I didn't consider that, Ted. It's hard to ignore,"

"Cuttin' me deep, kid," Ted joked, tapping him on the shoulder lightheartedly. "That's incredible. If I'd known you thought that about this bastard, I wouldn't have let this situation stop me from doing my job,"

Pete raised his eyebrows. "You mean you actually do your job? You told me you sucked at it." He grinned as Ted looked at him, amused.

"No kidding. You really do remember a lot. Think I said those words to ya that a couple years ago, at least." said Ted, softly.

"I told you. Even though you can be a real jerk sometimes, I always know you care about me, Ted." Pete pulled his knees up to his chest. "Clearly. You do a lot of nice actions for me, when you can. I notice."

"Good. Good..." The man gripped at the sofa idly, humming. "Probably needed to hear you call me a jerk," He added, sincere.

"You're welcome." Pete intoned, grinning. He scooted closer to Ted, with a teasing pat on his shoulder, "Just try 'n use your words more. It'll be good for you."

"I get it," Ted drawled, with playful exasperation. "I'm getting advice from a child. I've reached a new low, huh?"

"I'm not a child,"

"Close enough." shrugged Ted.

"Not true," Pete chimed. "Uh, but, I... guess if you don't feel like you're doin' enough, we could go do something. Together?"

A smile played on Ted's lips. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah! You know, like, we could go to Beanie's. Maybe?"

"Sure." Ted softened. Then, "Their stuff is fucking awful, but that just brings up more conversation, right?"

"Exactly."

They sat in silence for a couple moments before either made a move. As Ted was about to bring up leaving right then, Pete leaned forward and feelingly pulled him into a hug.

He returned it immediately. They stayed that way for a good few minutes before deciding they should probably go on their way.

[teddylacroix]

write me well, my love

Whoof, I haven't written fic in a hot minute. For @bunnies-in-the-archives 2023 I wrote 16k of a silly JMart romcom featuring Martin's embarrassing mistakes, Jon's willful ignorance, some cheesy poetry, awkward text messages, and as always, a happy ending.

Summary: Just before Jon leaves for China, Martin hands him a booklet intended to contain his research notes about the Circus of the Other. What it actually contains is Martin’s most recent poetry… and the first poem is titled “Jon”.

Read write me well, my love on AO3! Chapters 1–5 are up now, and the conclusion will post 5/22 after the event ends.

Excerpt:

“But hey, I’m pretty sure Jon hates poetry? So it’s even odds he’ll see it, get bored—no offence—and stop reading right away. As long as the first page isn’t way obvious, it shouldn’t be too incriminating.” Martin gave him a miserable look. - At 4:40 PM London time, Jon received a frantic email. Unfortunately for Martin, he wouldn’t see it for many hours yet. At 4:41 PM London time, 36.000 feet up in the air, he opened the notebook. ⠀⠀JON ⠀⠀There is a sigh in the slope of his shoulders. ⠀⠀His eyes are the harvest of late November...

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

It's good and cool to give your characters a single simple, straightforward, non-urgent, super-achievable goal that shouldn't really cost anything or hurt anyone, make that the driving factor for most of their decisions, and then have the Plot do everything in its power to stop them.

[teddy06writes]

Whumptober Day 5 - Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Prompt: "You don't need to earn this."

Trigger Warnings: Insecure Tommy

Summary: When your surprises and gentle treatment catch Tommy by surprise, he questions what he'd done to deserve it.

The door to Tommy's office was strong and sturdy, and you could just barely make out your husbands hushed voice on the other side, speaking to someone over the phone.

Tommy had been in a gloomy mood all week, something about Ada wanting to push a new policy that no one else in the family agreed with, and him getting stuck in the middle, as always.

You glanced back in the direction of the dining room, where the dinner you'd made, in the hopes of lifting his spirits, sat ready and waiting, before cautiously knocking, and opening the door a crack.

Tommy looked up and caught your gaze a smile ghosting over his lips. He held up a hand, for you to give him a moment as he finished speaking into the receiver, "Yes, I'll speak to him about it tomorrow. - Yes of course. Goodbye."

As soon as the receiver was back in it's cradle, you were pushing into the room properly, "Hello, Tommy love."

"Hello darling," He stubbed out the cigarette that had been tucked between his lips, leaning back in his chair, "You're back early."

"Or, you've been working so long you've lost track of time?" You teased, moving to perch on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Tommy sighed tiredly, running a hand over his face, "Maybe I have."

You stood, moving around his desk and behind his chair to wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his head, "Business alright? Did that Arthur-Ada stuff smooth over?"

"I'm working on it. They can be quite difficult." He tipped his head back to look at you.

You hummed, before straightening up, "I made dinner."

"I've still got work to do, darling."

You turned to him sharply, "Thomas Shelby I did not spend my whole morning begging Polly for this recipe you like for you to skip dinner. Come on."

Slowly, Tommy stood up, a fond smile tugging at his lips as you took his hand, leading him out of the room.

"And I got you a little surprise, for dessert." You grinned, turning to look at him.

He raised an eyebrow critically, "A surprise?"

"I stopped off at that little bakery- you remember the one we used to go to on West Hill, with the tarts you like-" You cut yourself off with a huff, "Well, there goes the surprise, I suppose."

Tommy stopped in his tracks, a frown suddenly on his face as he dropped your hand. Oh no. This is the very opposite of what you had wanted.

"What's wrong, Tommy love?"

He looked at you with clear confusion behind his eyes, "You made me a special dinner. You went out of the way to get me a tart- have I missed something? Read the calender wrong?"

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"It's neither of our birthdays, and it's certainly not our anniversary, so what's going on?"

You looked around in disbelief, "I need an excuse to treat my husband? I don't have a reason."

"Then why are you doing this?" There's an odd hardness to Tommy's voice. Something between suspicion and sadness you couldn't hope to understand.

"Because I love you Tom, this is what I do when I love people," You reached forward to grasp his arms, "There doesn't have to be a special reason."

This is the truly the first time you've ever seen Tommy perplexed. Your husband, careful and calculating, brought down by the idea that you might love without cause or reason.

"But- I haven't done anything..."

"Oh, Tommy love," You wrapped your arms around him again, and this time he melted into your touch, "You don't need to earn this. You will never have to earn my love."

[adiraargent]

Pillowtalk - Theodore Nott (Modern AU)

wc: 400 warnings: fluff, cuteness, established relationship, modern au summary: Theodore comes home to find you sleeping on the couch and picks you up, taking you to bed

Theodore pushed the door open with a soft click, the apartment swathed in a gentle, dim light. His eyes immediately sought you out, nestled on the couch, bathed in the soft glow from the lamp nearby. You lay there, surrounded by a fortress of blankets, your features serene in slumber.

A tender smile graced his lips as he approached, marveling at the sight of you, the way your hair cascaded over the cushions, framing your peaceful face. The quiet rhythm of your breathing filled the room, and his heart swelled with affection.

He knelt beside you, admiring the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way your lashes brushed against your cheeks in the soft light. Theodore's fingers ghosted over the curve of your cheek, marveling at the warmth that radiated from you.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered, his voice barely audible, not wanting to disturb your tranquil state. You stirred slightly at the sound, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Teddy?" Your voice was drowsy, laced with warmth as you murmured his name, barely awake.

"Yeah, it's me," he chuckled softly, his heart melting at the sound of your sleepy voice.

With infinite care, Theodore gathered you into his arms, relishing the weight of you against him, the way you instinctively snuggled closer, seeking his comfort even in your slumber.

"You're so cozy," you mumbled, your words a mere whisper against his chest, barely coherent.

"I know, sweetheart, but your bed's waiting," he murmured back, his tone filled with affection as he carried you toward the bedroom.

The warmth of your body against his, the softness of your breath against his neck—it filled him with an overwhelming sense of love and tenderness.

"Thank you, Teddy," you murmured, your voice a soft sigh as he gently laid you down on the bed, tucking the covers around you with careful precision.

"Always," he replied, his voice laced with fondness as he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Sleep tight, my love."

You sighed contentedly, the sensation of his kiss lingering like a sweet promise, and snuggled deeper into the pillows, feeling the comfort of his presence even in his absence. Theodore stood by the bedside, watching over you with adoration, before finally dimming the lights and quietly slipping out so he could go have a quick shower before joining you in bed

[kiddbegins]

Couch - A. Hotchner

Aaron hotchner x fem!reader

You weren’t always comfortable around Aaron hotchner. It was impossible to be right away. Stoic new boss that never looked at anyone in anyway other than with daggers for eyes.

He intimidated you from day 1. It took a good handful of cases before you were used to the gore of the job and he seemed to notice when it got to you.

That led to him making sure you were okay, which opened up that line of communication. You knew you could go to him. That he was there.

Not that you never thought that. He was your boss of course. A well respected and known fbi agent. You’d seen him in the news plenty of times before you’d met him face to face.

Regardless of how things started, now, a handful of years later, you were close. Things were shaky for his home life and you were a shining star in the sky that kept him sane.

Though he’d never admit that to you.

In the same sense, he was that for you. This last case back in Connecticut was hard. Hit home. You’d almost lost the team all at once. It wasn’t easy.

And since then, sleeping wasn’t either. The few hours of sleep were met with reliving that exact moment, waking up right after your eyes fell to the fact nobody had gotten out.

So you just stayed awake. It wasn’t necessarily on purpose but if you could, you’d find an excuse to do it. Even if it meant that the following morning you’d be leaning on your palm on your desk fighting to keep your eyes open.

It wasn’t unnoticed. By anyone. Though nobody wanted to bring it up. Just like former problems, they figured it was something you’d work through on your own. It worked for Reid, it should work for you too. Should.

Except it didn’t, and not even a week later and a good deal of hours under-slept, Hotch was calling you into his office. How could you possibly do your job if the bags under your eyes were dark enough to match his suit?

He didn’t accept the usual argument of you being fine, he never did. “Seriously, Hotch, I’ll get over it-“ he held his hand up, standing.

“You’re taking a nap.” His voice firm, not allowing an argument. Sure it was unprofessional, but he knew you wouldn’t go home and even if you would, that didn’t mean you’d sleep.

The only way he could be sure you at least tried, was in the same room as him. And since they weren’t out on a case, looking to share a hotel room, his office’s couch would do.

“What?”

He gestured to the couch, moving the small red pillow from the middle of the cushions to the end and patted it, “lay down.”

Once again, no argument allowed. When you did, he shrugged his jacket off, putting it over you like a blanket.

“Hotch-“

“Sh,” a finger held up to his lips. “Try and sleep. I’m going back to do work.” And he did. As if you weren’t laying there, confused and staring at the front of his desk.

It took awhile, his pen scribbling across paper and those papers then turning the only sound aside from both of your breathing that you could hear.

Eventually though, you did fall asleep. Surprising to you, nothing woke you up until you nearly rolled off the couch and scared yourself awake.

Hotch was still at his desk but the lights were out, his lamp shining some of it onto his face.

Slowly you stretched, looking over, catching his eye as he did the same. “Morning.” He said, checking the time with a slight chuckle, one you’d hardly heard.

It was actually almost 8 and he was reading over a report for the third time in an attempt to let you rest the best you could.

“Mhm,” you were too tired to make words come out of your mouth as you stood, his jacket slipping before you caught it. “You shoulda w’ke me up before.” Your words muttered together.

“You needed rest.”

“On your couch specifically?”

“Would you have got it at home?”

“…no.”

Hotch gave you a slight smile, “there’s your answer.” He held his hand out for his jacket, placing it on his desk when you reached and handed it over.

“Thank you.” You muttered quietly, fiddling with your fingernails nervously.

“Don’t thank me.” He softly spoke, an aura entrapping the two of you.

That became a bit of a thing between you. The naps weren’t terribly frequent, but enough that you could pin the connection between them. He made you feel safe. A reminder that he was there.

At home, it was silent, too many things could run through your mind. But in his office, he was right there. Writing, typing, quietly talking on the phone, existing right in your face.

You’d woken the other day to him softly telling Jack goodnight and it made your heart just about burst right then and there. You waited a decent while before actually sitting up and alerting him of your actual presence.

There was even a point he left you to sleep in the office and nothing. No dice. You couldn’t sleep a wink. He came back in and you were out in the next five minutes.

Something about Aaron hotchner was just so simply comforting and your body craved his presence.

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[doublearmbars]

mini fic

pairing: claudio/mox

note: set the night after full gear, with all that entails.

Mox is less angry than he thought he would be. His baseline is high. The hurt though, he could deal without. He should have expected this, is all. Feels dumb to have this much in his heart for someone he should have known would betray him. He does anyway.

When he’s done the emotional equivalent  of projectile vomit, he’s shaking, less shivering, more this tense buzzing, like a muscle that can’t relax.

He paces. He’d go out into the night to run if he knew nobody was gonna follow him. But he was sharing the room. Bryan had insisted, and Mox wasn’t in a place to go toe to toe with him. Speaking of- Bryan was mostly asleep, laid out on his stomach, with Yuta curled up beside him. Claudio is in the other bed, on his side facing the window. He’s the only one of them that actually bothered to change into pajamas before turning in.

Mox goes to the bathroom. He splashes water in his face and wills the adrenaline to subside. It is, as his body and mind often are, rebellious.

He hears the door creak slightly behind him. Up in the mirror he sees Claudio, eyes sleepy but clear, looking at him. Which makes Mox look at himself. He’s a mess. His beard is scratchy and haggard, his eye bags are heavier than usual and there’s a sickly sheen of sweat on him.

Mox is so glad when Claudio doesn’t ask if he’s alright. That’s all anyone has been asking. Is he alright? What now? How are they going to get through this? Why didn’t he see this coming? No, Claudio is quiet and Claudio is solid. He always has been. He wraps his strong arms around Mox and presses them together. Mox struggles in his grip, not out of a desire to be let go, but to feel Claudio tighten his hold. “Easy, easy. You fought hard tonight.” His warm hand strokes up and down Mox’s chest. It wanders up and up until it’s resting, cupping the base of Mox’s throat firmly. “I’ve got you. Be still.” Mox’s eyes slide close and he feels his knees give out. Claudio keeps him upright with the arm around his waist. He feels like he can breathe properly for the first time since the fight, and after a deep breath in, coaxed by Claudio loosening the grip on his stomach, Mox’s exhale is long and trails off into a sad, confused sound.

Claudio adjusts his grip, hauling him up under the armpits and pressing them chest to chest, guiding Mox’s face to his shoulder. His grip is hard, unyielding. “I have you.” Mox feels like he could cry. Surely the well is dry by now, from all his angry tears earlier. He nods. “I have you, Jon. What are you when I have you?” Claudio asks, gentle, right in his ear. He has to concentrate to answer, he mumbles. “‘m safe.” He can hear the warm smile when Claudio replies “Yes,” Claudio kisses him softly on the side of his head, “you’re safe.”

For once, the pressure around him is literal, not metaphorical, and it feels so much better, so much easier to shut off the fight or flight response. He’s safe.

Mox isn’t sure when he passes out, but when he stirs briefly there are still strong arms holding him tightly, so he goes back to sleep.

[weathertheraine]

keep me intact - chapter 5 (hiatus is finally over!)

Chapter summary:

Sometimes, getting out of bed in the morning is too much. This Saturday hits Kei like a train.

Fic tags:

Tsukkiyama / Slow Burn / Childhood friends / Canon compliant (mostly) / T4t (trans boy Tsukishima and trans boy Yamaguchi) / Kei POV

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[abellmunsonmovie]

Can we talk about Eddie’s hands real quick? Cause like okay, he plays guitar, he’s good with cars, he most definitely knows how to roll a joint, he wears cool rings. Alsoooo the clip where he’s in the cafeteria flipping the bird, YOU CAN SEE VEINS?!?! WHEN I TELL YOU I LOST IT I MEAN I LOST IT. Sooo anywho…I live for Eddie and his hands

[siltyriver]

Ride AND Die AU

(Danny Phantom DanDash Prompt #1)

AU in which Dash has been part of the squad since third grade and goes into the portal with Danny (as a show of solidarity against Tucker and Sam’s annoying nagging) and they both come out half-dead. There are now TWO ghost boys running around Amity Park.

With a heaping load of angst: Danny for letting Dash go with him into one of his parents’ malfunctioning contraptions and Dash for accidentally tripping Danny and making the damned thing turn on in the first place and of course Sam and Tuck for egging them on and resulting in their two best friends dying and not to even mention the fact that Danny’s parents now want to hunt them both for sport and disect them in the name of science

But also a healthy load of fun and fluff: the boys learning how to use their powers together, increasingly absurd excuses to get out of classes/events to go fight ghosts, and a super fun and convenient mind and/or physical link caused by the two being in such close proximity during the accident (they were totally hugging, but who can blame them, really)

Sam: Guys I think the term is ‘Ride OR Die’ not ‘Ride AND Die’

Dash: Well maybe we’re just more serious about this friendship than you are, Manson

Danny: Yeah, Sam, we’re deadly serious. Get on our level

Tucker: I feel like two dead friends is enough actually

Dash: You’re right, two’s a party but three’s a crowd

Sam: What’s four, then?

Danny: A funeral procession

[teddylacroix]

a painful pastiche

I have bitten the cheek that was on the left side

and which I had recently bitten before.

I'm fucked i will be biting it all day and always

[twig-tea]

Still sitting with the perfection that was the Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo ending. There are so many messages in this series that I needed, I feel like this show reached out and gave me a hug:

You are enough

You are not evil or deserving of suffering because you made a selfish or bad choice as a child

If you did do something bad you can apologize for it and make amends, it does not have to weigh you down forever

You deserve to move on and find happiness

Your accomplishments (or lack thereof) do not make you any more or less worthy of love

You are on your own timeline for happiness

Your early 30s is still young for finding love and pursuing your dreams

You are not responsible for not stopping your own abuse that you suffered as a child

You will not become your abuser if you let yourself be angry about your abuse

You can and should feel angry and use a safe outlet for that anger

You don't need to be pure or virginal to deserve love

You deserve to have wants and needs and to have those heard

You deserve physical safety and you do not need to earn your place in your home

Just being with you is a gift

Your presence has made life worth living for other people

You have people who love and care about you in your life even when you don't think you deserve it

You are enough

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

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