#throwing up acid is not fun 😔

[wastingawayinmyroom]

damn stomach acid burns like hell

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

hello hello can i ask for reader (either new transfer or someone they're just consulting with) hellbent on avoiding and not talking to spencer bcs he keeps rambling off about stuff everytime they're in his vicinity but they just have a really bad history of men mansplaining things to them so even tho spencer doesn't give off that vibe they just can't help but be sensitive to it 😔🤲🏻

tweaked jussst a bit gn!reader. i need to work on making my brain bigger so i can give more detail for spencer.

“well there many ways one can create their own bomb. they could use proper chemical equipment or just simple house hold items you can buy from anywhere.”

“well actually there’s only four ways to create one and most people go the homemade route. which is the most difficult to trace due to them being bought in plain sight.” a tall, skinny agent beside a man in the well pressed suit just reiterated what you said. you took an exhale through your nose to withhold an eye roll.

“yes, what i said. sulfuric acid is a common ingredient so i’d look into people’s recent purchases and cross reference that with their past criminal history.” you moved around lab as you shuffled and stacked papers, “if you need anymore help seems you already have someone with the answers. good luck.” leaving the two federal agents behind as you exited into the hallway with a tiny chip sitting on your shoulder.

what was the reason to seek you out if they already had someone who’d know their answers? probably once they saw who you were they wanted to intimidate you, that one guy wanted to show off that he knew the same information as you. no one ever gave you the respect in this department, many ‘colleagues’ have taken credit for work that you’ve done. they always talk over you or explain a concept that you already knew, seeing as you were in the same field as said mansplainer.

“someone looks to be in a mood.” oh great, if your hour couldn’t get worse. you didn’t bother looking at dr. fray, he was said mansplainer that always thought he was more inept when really you have a higher standing than him.

“since you left those agents on their own i stepped up to help them by giving further detail into their investigation. just helped save some lives, no big dealio.” your periphery saw how he walked with a certain air about him, one that many men carry without a care in the world.

you rolled your eyes as you kept walking to your office, “whatever. they already have someone who knows this information so we weren’t needed anyway.” you pulled your keys from your coat pocket, “well it was not fun walking with you. off you go, fray.” shielding yourself by throwing the door in his face.

you wanted to be away from any type of male for the rest of the day, not wanting to hear their unnecessary chatter, they just like the sound of their own voice. neatly arranging your files on your desk and placing your coat over the back of your chair you were ready to finish some documents when there was a gentle knocking to your door. you weren’t expecting anyone for a meeting so when you were faced with the lanky agent from earlier you couldn’t help as your face shifted into one of annoyance before shifting into neutral.

“was there something you needed, dr. reid?” arms crossed defensively over your chest. you internally hated how he seemed to know almost everything know to man and he seemed to be about your age. you wanted to rip your hair out halfway through your bachelors degree.

dr. reid’s mouth was pressed into a tight line, his fingers twiddling with this satchel strap over his chest. “i- uh i overheard a bit of your- your conversation and just wanted to… apologize?” he ended with a question.

your brows quirked, “apologize? for what?” confused on what was happening. men rarely apologized to you, you’ve been ran down on the street by guys who don’t care about anyone else on the street.

“i didn’t mean to overstep earlier. i understand to an extent what it feels like for people to talk over you or just ignore what you’ve said.” your anger melted just a bit at his words, “and i know for you it’s harder. there’s statistically less then 0.05% of non white males in many fields. i can tell you worked hard to be in this position, so i apologize for earlier.” his mouth probably ran just a tad faster than his brain.

you dropped your defensive stance, hands to link at the bottom of your stomach as you gave dr. reid a friendly smile, the first of the day. “thank you, dr. reid. i appreciate that you recognized your actions and acknowledged my feelings.”

he rocked on his feet, “you can call me spencer.” he said shyly, “also i’ve read a couple of your thesis. and if you have the time when this is over i’d- i’d love to discuss them with you.” you noted how his cheeks started to tint into hues of pink, it was cute.

“would be nice to talk with someone that has a fully functioning brain. you know where to find me, spencer.”

[littlemissayu]

Im so honored you took up my suggestion?? 🙏 (hope you are fine btw )

Anyways that being said I'd like to participate :D

Name: Emory (she/her)

Age: 16

Fandom: Riddle Rosehearts (romantic)

Appearance: she has short unevenly cut hair light grey with blue overtones that cover one of her eyes. Her eyes range from a deep magenta to sea green hue if you understand what im saying 😭. Shes about as tall as Kalim (168 cms). Isnt really thin or chubby. Also kinda flat-

Personality: she is a chill and cheery person who loves to pull sarcastic or harmless jokes on people as a way of showing affection since that shows she is comfortable with them. Tends to be mischievous but respectful. Is similar to cater with how open and extroverted he is but keeps his cards close to his chest. Rarely tends to be stern but does so when necessary. Has a knack for throwing people in loops by speaking in riddles. Extremely teasing and big on PDA (hugs and pats) once she gets super close to someone.

Origin: (happened when she was around 10) A prank gone wrong case basically. Some older kids thought its be fun to mess with the teacher while they were carrying lab equipment. Wrong place wrong time situation cuz the teacher tripped and one if the acids splashed on the right side of her face. Minimal went on her skin but unluckily a concerning amount reached her eye. With lack of medical equipment she was rushed to the hospital and her skin burns healed after treatment but her eye was permanently damages so she got it replaced with a prosthetic eye. Alot of kids began bullying her for this and she grew up insecure and cut her hair in way to cover her eye. It was messy but it worked. Slowly she fit back in but she doesnt let anyone see or know about her fake eye. Is disgusted by it when she looks at it. Extremely irritated if someone pushes on why she covers it up. Didnt help that her parents got divorced when she was 13 and her sister went to custody of her father (hates her dad). Then the NRC thing comes.

Prompts: 22, 29, 18

Personal Preferences:

Likes: anything spicy, chocolates, playing cards or chess, words of affiramtion and PDA

For Prompt 22 (PDA), id like to say how it needs to be in a quiet and closed off area since even though she puts on a confident shell, she is pretty insecure and doesn't like to be intimate with her partner in public.

For prompt 29: It can be regarding breaking or messing up in alchemy cuz she is pretty clumsy at time.

Cant say anything for 18, sorry 😔

Dislikes: Seafood, dull and/or dismissive responses, hypocrites and bullies.

Smth extra to help out: the prompts can include Riddle being aware about her eye.

Sorry if this came out too long :(

Rough apperence:

A/N: Tysm for giving me this idea, I was truly lost on what I was going to do so when I saw what you said I decided I might as well try something different.

Riddle Rosehearts x Emory(romantic)

Prompts: 22.PDA, 29."Pookie, Sweetie, Love of my life, angel of my eyes, the most amazing partner, air that I breathe, absolute geni-" "What did you do?", 18."Can you be mine forever?" "Who said I wasn't?"

It was a completely normal day for Riddle; he went off on some the heartsabyul students, went to his usual classes, reprimanded Ace & Deuce for the trouble the got up to for the day, and he is now doing homework in the comfort of his room. So what could possibly be bothering him t the point it felt difficult to focus on his homework, well that's simple his girlfriend, Emory. He hadn't seen his dear rose since the night before, I'm not saying he can't think if he hadn't seen her in a day, but he can't think if he hadn't seen her in a day. So as Riddle sat in his room on his desk he finally finished up his homework for the night, he wrote the last sentence then dropped his pen. He looked at the time on his phone to see that it was '4:45', he let out a sigh heavy enough to crush an elephant, he rubbed his forehead contemplating whether he should get up to see Emory or get a quick snack from the kitchen. His solution suddenly appeared in his doorway, he saw choppy light gray hair with vibrant blue overtones, multicolored eyes looked over into.

Riddle's face softens and a small smile grows onto his face, so did the girl, as that girl is his lovely girlfriend Emory. "Why hello dearest" he softly spoke to her, "Hi my love" her voice was more high pitched than usual, something's up, she continues to walk up to him while batting her eyelashes. Riddle doesn't show the confusion on his face, simply just keeps smiling as Emory takes a seat on his lap and her fingers link behind Riddle's neck. No matter how many times she does this even in private his face always turns into its signature red as he buries his blushing face into her neck. Emory let's out a few giggles, Riddle loves when his lover giggles it makes him feel butterflies in his stomach, the good kind. As Emory began to speak Riddle lifted his head slightly, locking his grayish-blue eyes into her magenta faded to sea green ones.

"Pookie, Sweetie, Love of my Life, Angel of my eye, the most amazing partner, air that I breathe, absolute geni-" "What did you do?"

Riddle knew the moment his girlfriend began spewing all these pet names that something was up. Emory didn't say anything for a while, as Riddle gave her a look of expectancy and disappointment. They stayed that way for 50 seconds straight until she had caved in and let it spill. "I may have, sort of, kinda done something to your strawberry tart waiting in the fridge that you may or may not be too pleased with" her tone was anxious & weary, as she kept her gaze from her partner's own. The red haired boy sat there in silence, clear disappointment on his face, he sighed.

Yet mid-way through his sigh, before he could begin saying that it was okay and that it was just a dessert(even if it made him a little sad) Emory began to giggle. Pure confusion was on his face not understanding why his girlfriend would be giggling in this matter. He knew Emory liked to play jokes but this is confusing, what did she actually do? "I might have made an extra, to celebrate you making it into the top 10 for the last exams" she giggled and looked into Riddle's eyes. There was a mix of excitement and relief when she looked into his eyes; at first Riddle's face only displayed unamusement, but as they say laughter is contagious. He slowly began to laugh with his girlfriend her smile never failed to get to him; "Dearest, I must say you did give me a bit of a jump" "I'm glad I did!!", Emory kissed his forehead.

[After eating the tart]

Once Emory and Riddle had full stomachs they went back into Riddle's dorm room. The two of them laid in his bed with your arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled. Riddle may think that people shouldn't lay in their bed until they're retiring for the night, but Emory always seemed to convince him otherwise.

The two of them laid together in silence just appreciating each other's company. Riddle was flat on his back, eyes on Emory admiring her beauty. His stands of red hair were spread on the pillow below his head; his hands were holding his beloved's softly, with his fingers rubbing little circles on the back of her palm. Emory's head rested on Riddle's chest her legs entangled with his, she could feel his left hand massaging her right. His right arm wrapped around her back as the silence was like soft music lulling the pair of lovers to be sleepy, only staying awake due to pure will power. The quiet was interrupted as Riddle spoke up, making Emory adjust her head to look up at him:

"Can you be mine forever?" and with a soft smile Emory quickly yet softly responded, "Who said I wasn't?"

And on that note Riddle softly kissed her forehead. Emory returned the favor by kissing him on the cheek. As always Riddle's cheeks dusted red and they resume their quiet evening in each's arms. And as Riddle fell into slumber, he heard one last thing;

"I love you Riddle Rosehearts."

If Riddle is ooc don't mind that, but I really hoped you enjoyed that even tho it took me forever to respond. I really apologize for that I was having a bit a writer's block then I kinda just took a break which went way longer than I anticipated but I hope this makes up for it!!

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this one BOGGLES the mind har har har

In the morning the group awoke in the library, and prepared to go searching for the boggles that took Aladar’s notes. Valor took up Egg for this journey, tucking him into her cleavage. You would think rat claws on tiddies would hurt, but Valor is “built different.” Also this happened, for some reason:

Following the directions from Aladar, the group did their best to track any traces of the boggles, which apparently was this strange and nasty tar substance. Naturally, when Calypso found some of it, she poked at it and sniffed it. Smelled bad. Fea, again, just stared.

The forest grew dark as the tree cover overhead thickened. Slim, not being able to see that well aside from his natural glow, suggested Calypso lead the group. But then after some banter (Calypso perhaps badgering Valor about loosening up and doing some fun shit for once), Valor ended up taking point.

Valor spotted a clearing dotted with pools of that same black tar, and the group moved closer. The awful smell of this substance hit them, causing Calypso, Valor, and Sven to become Depressed. As they more or less slumped into a useless pile of despair, the others moved further into the clearing to see what was happening (after Slim shoved his emergency cookies at them and told them to hush up, of course).

Within the clearing was a large, grotesque ooze-like creature which emerged from the ground, making sounds of agony. A cacophony of disembodied voices seemed to emanate from the creature, pleading for mercy and for death. The mere presence of it severely frightened Slim, Fea, and Lynn, and the creature along with several boggles initiated combat.

The frightened but not too depressed to fight squad did their best to take on the ooze, Slim firing off some good shots while Lynn played a Countercharm to try and assist the group in overcoming their fear. ...Although, when she herself took the advantage on her own saving throw, she rolled two natural 1s and stayed frightened.

Calypso “saunter[ed] morosely into the clearing, smoking a solemn cigarette” and was unable to actually do anything else but mope on her turn. However, Slim snapped at her to get her head in the game, which seemed to do the trick, and Calypso was depressed no more.

Slim, because god hates him, got engulfed by the ooze and took heavy damage, including acid burning at his clothing. Valor continued her despairing, unable to overcome the depression. But Egg, unaffected by such things, jumped to her defense as the boggles closed in!! (Luckily, the boggles didn’t do much damage anyway.)

Lynn, basically in the throes of a panic attack, cast Shatter on boggles closing in on her and Fea. Calypso, seeing how nearly everyone was struggling with various afflictions, cast Bless on Slim, Valor, and Lynn. Too bad we rolled like Ass for a lot of this encounter 😔

After dealing with some boggles swatting at her shins, Fea midwife’d Slim out of the ooze, practically suplexing him free. In response the ooze targeted Fea and partially melted her armor, lowering her AC. Slim, by this point, was left basically in tatters of his clothing, and as soon as he was able, he got up from the ground and bolted out of the clearing like only a never-nude could. He pleaded for Xio to bring him something to wear, but when she brought him a burlap robe, he fished out his new dress and put it on.

Lynn managed to incapacitate the ooze with her Psychic Lance, which allowed the party to dogpile on it freely for a round. But soon enough Calypso got engulfed by the acidic ooze as well, leaving only her tail to flail outside of it (luckily, she was not wearing her custom Breakfast Club jacket at the time). Returning to the fray, Slim shot at the ooze, though he was too flustered to aim true.

Finally however, Lynn scored the killshot on the ooze! Unfortunately, the thing kinda exploded as a result and Slim got hit with another clothes-ruining glob. RIP to the beautiful new dress, gone too soon 👊😔

Slim rushed back into the brush, salvaging one last pair of shorts to save him from total nudity, though he remained hidden out of lost-clothing angst. Meanwhile, Fea helped Calypso up and mom-dragged her out of the clearing, helping to get all the gunk out of her hair. So it was Valor and Lynn that found the goods stolen by the boggles. These goods included Aladar’s book, but also an assortment of random objects, such as socks, some pouches of money, and half-digested(?) candles.

Valor offered for Slim to borrow some (very nice and saucy) underwear, which he accepted, approving of the fashion. He also donned the fateful red dress he once used on a previous mission. Calypso only got re-dressed once the group had returned to Marstis, and Liz stopped her at the door to Aladar’s place and told her to put something on.

The group returned Aladar’s book to him, and he offered some insight as to the nature of the ooze creature they had fought. He referred to some of his books and suggested the creature was an abyssal terror, manifestations of strong negative emotions following the Second Realm War. Usually they’re found near the penitent undead, suggesting that the undead are the ones who create the terrors. Interesting!

After consulting the calendar, knowing the group needs to be in Kiran in time for the city’s harvest festival, they decided to teleport to Aegis for some much-needed bath time and another clothing shopping trip. Calypso also noted that her birthday was pretty soon, on the first of the next month, Fool’s Day.

Calypso recalled a rather posh bathhouse, which during her previous time spent in Aegis she did not have the money for, but now she sure did. Lynn, instead of joining, decided to take a very arcane-exhausted Eva to her apartment to make sure she ate and had a nice rest. 👀

The remaining party members indulged in the bathhouse (Calypso canonballed in because she’s a menace), though Fea took to (trying to) clean the ooze’s remains from her robes rather than strictly bathing.

(Valor of course is at her most powerful when naked.)

Soon enough, some of the other bath-goers took Notice of the party. A youngish man NOT named Paul approached Slim and offered him his house for the night, which Slim accepted. Valor, after being similarly approached by another man, turned him down, citing that she’s just not in a boy mood currently. After lamenting the slight sausagefest happening, she was approached instead by a pretty lady who she escaped into the night with.

Calypso was not swayed or approached by anyone, instead making her way to help Fea with her robes.

Then Calypso asked if she got all the goop out of her hair, which prompted Fea to offer to give it another scrub. Don’t tell anyone but Calypso looooved that shit. Also, Egg eventually floated over and Calypso cleaned him up as well.

After the bathhouse, the gals returned to Selma’s so Fea could get a new Look. She got some much more vibrant robes than her old ones, and Calypso also picked some things out, though she’s still sticking to her usual condiments color palette. Calypso offered to (over)pay for Fea’s purchase, and Selma ended up giving them each an additional outfit free of charge. Aw, we’re her faves 😌

Calypso, swearing she was just curious and not trying to be an asshole, asked Selma why she never got up from her spot in the shop. Selma explained (and showed) that her legs had sustained serious injury when her cart was ransacked by bandits. Afterward the gals purchased a new set of armor for Fea elsewhere.

In the morning, everyone met up at Selma’s to do more clothes-acquiring and regroup before leaving for Kiran.

Calypso asked Fea if she thought Eva and Lynn hooked up that night; Fea figured it was a 50/50 shot either way. Slim subtly eavesdropped on this conversation.

Calypso asked about Valor’s night, and Valor claimed she didn’t sleep much, wink wink. She said it was a good time, much needed stress relief. Calypso said she hadn’t thought Valor was the type, to have fun and “let go” in such a way as having a one night stand.

With one new dress in tow and another ordered for the future, the group bid farewell to their favorite dressmaker and headed out of the capital. On the road to Kiran, Slim used his herbalist kit to make seven(!) potions of healing, which he distributed to the party.

hopefully next time there’s less vore and clothes destroying

[ajokeformur-ray]

Erika, can I please request a personalized piece w/ J? I'm a 5'1, 105 lb, hyper-feminine softie, but I'm also pretty good at throwing knives. How would J react to finding out about my secret talent? (Can be as sfw or as nsfw as you want, you know I have absolutely no shame 😂) - Katie, aka Kitty Kat ❤ (ps, you make logging on here fun, I love you!!)

Kate omggg ~ 😭🥺😭🥺 yeeeeeees!!!! OMG I’m so so excited to write this for you!!!!💖 I love you too omg!!! I hope that you like this, darling; this was really fun to write! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get around to this😔 I hope that you and yours are safe and keeping well! I love youuuu ~ 💜🌸💜

Also, me?? Staying up until gone 4am to finish an overdue piece for a friend??? 👀 I hope you like thiiiiis ~ 🤗💗

This is steamy but no blatant NSFW. Minors DNI.

Word count: 2, 941. 😳😲

J was not a man who was easily surprised. 

In fact, J was never surprised by anything or anyone. He always and without fail assumed the worst in people because most people were the worst. He was cunning and clever, deeply intelligent was he with a silver tongue which could and would cut like the blades he so treasured. He was a man of his word. If he said he was going to do something, he would do it and nothing and no one would be able to stop him. Indeed was he a man of action and he never made plans. Oh, no. No, J just did things. Once an idea struck him, he would follow it through to its usually ugly conclusion and it didn’t matter how it happened, just so long as it did. He was a dog chasing a car, an adrenaline junkie who needed more every single time just to achieve the same hit, an addict was he to danger, to chaos. He was a dog who wouldn’t know what to do with the car if he caught up to it and in the same vein, he wouldn’t know what to do with the high he sought so diligently once he achieved it. If he ever did.

J was a hurricane who blazed through life and set the world aflame in chaos and destruction as he did so. He knew nothing of logic and oh, how he wanted to watch the world burn.

One look at someone and J could read their mood and even begin to deduce why they were feeling that way just from the way they held themselves. The way they spoke with their hands spoke of confidence and a desire to be seen. Contrastingly did the way they hid their hands in too long sleeves, fingers poking out at the hems spoke of anxiety and a desire to hide. J knew people and the things which made them tick. If he didn’t know a particular individual as well as he would like, then he would find out one way or the other. If they led a quiet life then he would disrupt them to see how they handled it, cackling all the while. If they had a chaotic life then he would find another way to throw a spanner in the works in the hopes of driving them mad. In the end, J was like a child who broke apart their toys to find out how they worked, curious and never surprised was he. Yes, J knew people, and he had thought up until five minutes ago that he knew you, too. 

You were a five foot one hyper-feminine woman who was one of the most interesting people he had ever known; hard-working and creative, deeply devoted to her passions and to her loved ones, and you loved him for all that he was. You had a certain darkness within you, a desire to lose control even once in your life. A part of you craved just a taste of the utter devastation which J could wreak upon the grimy and filthy city of Gotham. Indeed, a few times had you asked to accompany J when he went out for nights during which he would paint the city in the colours of chaos and destruction; acid green and royal purple. Always had he said no, to protect you but also himself. He was more likely to get injured if he had you to worry about, too, but as he stood in the doorway of the living room now and watched you throw a knife with almost pinpoint precision with a deft flick of your wrist, J wondered if perhaps he should have said yes during those occasions. He hoped that you would ask him again soon. Would you be surprised in the way he had thought he couldn’t be (and, oh, how you loved to prove him wrong. He didn’t know everything, not by a long shot), or would you give him a devilish smirk and slip your tiny hand into his much larger one? He resolved to find out. But first...

If you had had J’s interest before then now could you colour him intrigued. A purple leather clad hand slipped into the pocket of his pinstriped trousers as J withdrew a switchblade. The song of unsheathed metal announced his arrival and J pushed off from the door frame as you turned towards the noise. His booted feet rang out throughout the room and bounced off the walls. The steady rhythm reverberated inside your mind and provided an opportunity with which you could put your back to J, a sign of trust and of love. It was subtle enough but J would notice, this you knew. He always saw you and heard you, even if you felt invisible or didn’t speak. It was one of the many things you admired most about him. You aimed with a small squint of concentration and then threw the second knife. You had another two knives dangled gracefully between the second and third fingers of your other hand as you liked to practice in groups of four. Why, you knew not, but the number had always felt right to you. 

“Well, hel-lo beautiful,” A solid warmth pressed up against your back as J stood as close to you as he physically could. “And you are... beautiful.” Oh, but you were. You looked so confident, so free and so sure of yourself, and it aroused him like nothing and no one else had... there was only you. Only you affected him so. J clinked his own deeply beloved switchblade, the one he favoured especially when he got to threaten people (one of his favourite pastimes, and, oh, how well he did it, for everyone knew The Joker and how flawlessly he did as he said without fail or hesitation), against one of the ones you held in your free hand as his other arm wound around your waist like a boa constrictor. Indeed did he tighten his grip as he pulled you tight against his body. He was a full foot taller than you and the height difference had never failed to amuse him. Right now was one of these times and you felt something familiar digging into your lower back. With a grin did you wriggle back into J, an action which made him hiss as his grip tightened almost imperceptibly once more; you knew J and you knew that this was a warning to not start to play a game which you weren’t prepared to finish.

That didn’t mean that you couldn’t have some fun though, and your quick mind supplied you with various things which you could say. J had always admired your sense of humour. It fit in so well with his own and as the months had passed with the two of you learning about one another, he had come to discover what made you laugh, what made you smile... J knew you well, and this moment was just another one which could be added to the tapestry which was you. The pieces of your life which involved him were outlined in gold, so warm and so bright was your life with J in it. “Is that a gun in your pocket, J, or are you excited to see me?” You flashed J a smirk before you threw the third knife, and the noise it made as it came into contact with the target almost drowned out the appreciative noise J let out. He let your comment slide - some things just didn’t need a response.

“Not, ah - not bad, doll. Where’d, ah - where’d ya’ learn that?” There was genuine appreciation in J’s voice and you accepted the compliment. For J to say that you knew how to handle your blades was truly something special, and you weren’t about to question it! You could have told J the full story, but you only shrugged in place of your tale, for there were more... pressing matters on your mind. Tensions and heart rates were quickly rising and J only served to remind you of that when he pushed forward into you and warmth began to pool low in your stomach, just beneath your navel. J’s gloved hand slid across your hips and came to rest at that same spot, his fingers splayed so that he could touch as much of you as he possibly could all at the same time. The pressure he applied there as his hand slid down a bit further so that you felt cool leather just beneath the waistband of your jeans made your breath hitch. J ran the cool tip of his nose along the curve of your jaw and breath ghosted over your face as he continued, “Give it ya best, ah - shot, Kit-ty cat, and then I’m gonna give ya’ somethin’ else to play with.” The rise and fall of J’s cadence, along with the husk of his voice as if the metallic syllables he spoke scraped against his vocal chords on the way out of his mouth, sent a tantalising shiver dancing down your spine. Indeed did J chuckle darkly as you had to actively force yourself to concentrate as you lined up, narrowed your vision and threw the fourth and final knife.

The familiar noise it made brought a smirk to your face. Even with the added, welcome distraction, you were pretty good at throwing knives, confident enough in yourself and in your hobbies were you. J, too, was quite impressed with how focused you were even when he could tell that your heart was pounding out a wild tattoo against your rib cage. He had taught you well and all the ways in which you showed him just what you were capable of only reflected that. Oh, but you had a fierce bite. It was one of the reasons why J had first called you kitty cat; humorous did he find it that, though you could defend and protect yourself well enough, you were so small. It was both a height joke and an affectionate nickname; interchangeable was this functionality depending on what mood J was in. Indeed had J only recently discovered just how fierce your bite was and as a distant memory of the sharp nip of your teeth as they scraped across your tender flesh did he shiver. You grinned devilishly to yourself, for it seemed that you weren’t the only one who was wanting something else to occur between the two of you this day. You had known that J had an affinity for knives but you couldn’t have suspected that it aroused him in much the same way that you did. 

J’s full, plush lips feathered upon your skin as he tightened his grip on you and once more pushed himself forward into your body. There could be no denying now that J was more than intrigued by you if the heavy breathing just behind you and the tight grip on your hip was any indication. Taking the bait and giving J that something else to play with, you began to rock back into J, your eyes fixed firmly on the target board which you had thrown the knives at. J made a pleased hum, which vibrated through his chest and made you shiver and press even further back as he continued to kiss steadily along your jawline, his touch soft yet demanding. The switchblade which J had used to announce himself with moments ago dropped to the floor beside you as J gave up on whatever idea he had walked into the room entertaining; so unpredictable but also so changeable was he. 

“You, ah - got a face to go with that switchblade attitude?” You knew your J well and with a soft smile on your face did you turn in J’s arms, which only minimally slackened their grip on your body so that you could move with no real fight on your part. Though now did J consider the fact that you did have some true defensive streak within you. There was so much more to you than initially met the eye and the more which J uncovered, the more enamoured he became with you. As your eyes met his darker ones, J grunted quietly, low in the back of his throat. Unattached had he been for decades to his emotions, for he created himself to be someone different every single day and emotions could be too consistent for his liking, but there was just something about you, his Kate, which stirred up those long since discarded emotions and made his heart ache in his chest. Why, he knew not, but he thought of you as the sun. You surrounded him, you kept him warm... and if he interacted with you in the wrong way, then he would get burned. “Ya’ got a little fight in you. I like that.�� 

“Oh, yeah?” An entire foot taller than you was he, so you had to tilt your head up slightly just so that your eyes met J’s once more. You felt the softness of your expression turning into something which contained just a little bit of J within, and he glowed with pride to see it. He was rubbing off on you - in more ways than one. “Show me.” J’s lips curled and you caught a flash of something truly maniacal before his lips crashed down onto yours once more, hands pulled you tight into his lithe form, and you quite forgot your surroundings. There was no feeling quite like throwing knives, but there was no one quite like J, either, and you so enjoyed having the two things in the same day. You had always enjoyed the taste of danger, the thrill of the chase, and with J did you get to experience both of those things, along with the feeling of being completely and utterly accepted. You could do and be anything with J and he genuinely didn’t care. You had accepted all of him and he would accept all of you, without fail or question. Within J’s apathy was your safety, and it was one of the things you most loved about him. 

Hands worked to pull your t-shirt over your head, fingers delved beneath the waistline of your jeans, and passion coursed, white hot and ready to set your body ablaze if J didn’t get inside you now, through your veins. Your breath picked up and J seemed completely unfazed by everything which was going on, right up until the moment you made to pull away and he could only hiss and pull you back into him. “Mine.” Lips ravaged your own and two large hands slid down, down, to the base of your spine and then lower still, “jump.” One word to both gain control of the situation and of you was all it took, and you did as J asked - for nothing could he ask which you could refuse. Your legs wrapped around his slender waist, feminine could he be even without trying to be, and J carried you from the room without any effort at all. He was so strong and one more thing which you so loved about his body was the way in which his hands could both tear someone apart, so dangerous was he, and yet with you were they only ever tender. J was sure of himself and of his way in several meanings as he used his muscle memory to navigate the both of you through the apartment, his nose buried in your light hair. 

“Do you have any other knives you wanna show me, J?”. Even before you spoke did you know that J would understand, as always would he. 

His chest rumbled with barely suppressed laughter. “Ye-ah. S’flesh coloured, see, and it - well, ya know what it can do. Not only do I know how to use it, but it’s, ah - sizeable” The innuendos were not lost on you and nor was J’s immodesty (though he told the truth) and you pointedly wriggled in his grasp, aiming your hips downwards. J sped up just slightly and you helpfully and carefully leaned down to open the bedroom door. J would not drop you, this you knew, for you trusted him implicitly. There was still a dead body in the living room, if the red flecks on J’s royal purple trench coat were any indication, and the act of cleaning up his fun was quite the mood dampener. The two of you only had eyes set on one another; all else and everyone else could and would wait. The bedroom door slammed shut behind you, and all else melted away until all that remained was you and J. It was always you and J, in the end, and that was how you liked it. The sweet but fierce housewife and the terrifying murderer was an odd combination, but you loved your dynamic and you loved J, all the more for it. You knew that he felt the same, or something very close to it, whether he would outrightly say it or not. You trusted him implicitly, as J trusted you. 

J was a hurricane who blazed through life and set the world aflame in chaos and destruction as he did so. He knew nothing of logic and oh, how he wanted to watch the world burn... but only if his Kate, his kitty cat, the sheath to his blade, his sunshine, his wife, was right beside him.