#so I can avoid just walking into her office and exploding

[isfjmel-phleg]

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#random personal stuff #personal whining ahead feel free to ignore #it's sinking in that the increase in the displaying of these 'jokes' at work is related to our boss no longer being here #it can't have been a coincidence that the picture in the inbox went back on top the very day we threw her her goodbye party #apparently this man thinks that she was the one who was pushing back against the nonsense? #and maybe she was - I don't know what went on between them #(though I always got the impression that she seemed a bit afraid of him for whatever reason and just let him do whatever most of the time) #but I'm tired of having to put up with this and angry at the situation in general #and I really will go and talk with the VP of Academic Affairs once I can get some advice from my communications major friend #so I can avoid just walking into her office and exploding #(I don't understand this I don't understand why he feels the need to display these images in the office & always about this now-completely- #irrelevant topic and even if it were relevant the 'jokes' are juvenile and mean-spirited and I know he thinks he's doing the Lord's work in #picking the kinds of books that he does but tell me exactly how this garbage is the Lord's work and what he thinks he's accomplishing with #this other than making himself look petty and giving me further cause for frustration because it isn't just the stupid pictures it's the #pervasive attitude behind them that I have had to deal with for years now and I wish I were a different person so I could get right in his #face and tell him that this is unacceptable and expect to be heard and regarded)

[mxmmyprentiss]

your ivy grows

Summary: It’s unfair, Emily thought. Emily loves you and you’re in love with JJ. And to make it even more complicated: JJ loves Will but she lives in your bed some nights and leaves you the next morning. Genre: Angst (with happy ending) Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader ; Jennifer Jareau x reader Warnings: none Word count: 6.6K

A/N: 2 fics in 2 days because my brain is trying to avoid other feelings. Also, this does not follow any canon timeline in the show. All likes, shares and comments are very much encouraged and appreciated. Thank you! Enjoy!

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It all starts when you join the BAU.

You walk past the glass doors and immediately feel eyes on you. Of course, you’re a new face. They have never seen you before. You are instantly intimidated by the suits and the files on the desk and the dark brown eyes staring at you.

“Hello,” A tall raven-haired woman approaches you. The one with dark brown eyes. “Do you need help with something?”

You bow your head a little as a sign of respect. “Hi, I’m here for the unit chief? Agent Aaron Hotchner?”

“Oh, sure. Let me show you to his office. You must be the transferee from the Hostage Rescue Team.” Emily offers her hand for a handshake. “I’m SSA Emily Prentiss.”

You shake her hand firmly and smile. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“You too.”

When Emily leaves you at Hotch’s office, something in her ribcage hurts and her stomach suddenly feels weird. And when you mouthed a thank you and flashed her a smile that reached your eyes, Emily thought her heart might drop to the floor.

After a short talk with the unit chief, Hotch introduces you to the team. You meet all of them - Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia.

“Where’s JJ?” Hotch asks.

“I’m here, I’m here,” A blonde blue-eyed woman approaches the team. She’s carrying tons of files in her arms. “Hi, I’m Jennifer Jareau, communications liaison. Everybody calls me JJ.”

And the way your eyes twinkle as you and JJ shake hands doesn’t get past Emily’s scrutinizing eyes.

Emily has yet to know why but her rib cage might explode because of how fast her heart goes.

---

Your adjustment with the team isn’t easy at all. They have known each other for years and you’re the newcomer after all. But all of them have been kind and welcoming to you so far.

You are partnered with Emily and Derek most of the time. You spend a lot of time sitting at the back of the SUV and listening to them talk about their theories regarding the UnSub, which you have been fond of because you learn a lot from their insights.

Emily has always been considerate of you though. She always asks your opinions which you assume she does so you won’t feel left out or unheard.

“You can always speak your mind, Y/N. You’ll never know what might help our case.” Emily says to you, tapping your shoulder.

“I will try. Thank you, Emily.”

Emily has never loved her name until you said it and Emily knew she’s a goner.

---

It is the first time you accepted an invitation for drinks from your colleagues. It’s not the first time they asked though. If you’re not wrong, this would be the third. 

Spencer was the first person who invited you but you politely turned down the invitation due to your throbbing migraine at that time.

The second time, it was Emily. She told you the team is gathering for dinner and drinks at Rossi's and everyone would love it if you would come. But you feel something’s off. You didn’t deserve to dance with their victory just yet. You haven’t earned it yet. So, you told Emily you can’t make it because you’re meeting your parents that night and you haven’t seen them in a while, which is technically true. (Hint: Your parents died when you were sixteen.)

Tonight though, the third time, JJ approaches you. Her smile is so radiant that the sun would be so jealous.

JJ sits on your desk. “So … we’re betting who could make you say yes to drinks with the team.” JJ speaks faintly, but still just loud enough for the people on the next desks to hear. “I need the cash.”

You snort. “What’s in it for me?” You ask boldly.

Derek wolf-whistles. Spencer watches the scene unravel. And Emily tries to hide a glare by playing minesweeper on her computer.

“Pasta, wine and my eternal gratitude and friendship.” JJ folds her arms. “So, what do you say? We’ll split the cash?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Deal.” You shake JJ’s hand.

Groans are heard and JJ does a mini dance while collecting 20s from her friends. You catch Emily’s quick stare. She’s probably pissed at you for losing the bet.

---

Since that night at Rossi’s, you and JJ start spending more time together, both in the field and at the office. It’s not your fault though. It’s just something that happens. After all, Hotch declares who goes with who.

During your work travels, JJ always chooses you to bunk with her at the hotels you stay at while the others mix and match with their own roommates. Nobody else complains and so you don’t either. You like spending time with her and it’s not so bad when you hear her sleeping soundly at nights that leave you awake.

You and the team are in New Orleans for a case. New Orleans PD has requested the FBI’s help about a series of murders involving several - twelve, so far - white redhead women.

There’s something reserved about JJ’s smile when she approaches a certain policeman you don’t recognize. He introduces himself as William LaMontagne Jr. and you catch the way JJ’s shoulder brush against his multiple times when he discusses the case.

“He and JJ had a thing,” Emily tells you as you both proceed to the crime scene. “On and off, I guess.”

“Oh.” You frown. You don’t know why Emily is telling you this. Maybe you should try being more subtle.

Emily wishes she didn’t tell you this instead because the frown on your face has been more frequent as the days of this unsolved case pass.

---

JJ invites you to a pub near the hotel. The BAU and New Orleans PD just caught the serial killer this morning and somehow, everything feels right again in the city. You happily accept her invitation and put on your coat, walking past the rooms of your colleagues who must already be asleep.

JJ links your arms together the whole time of the walk to the pub. The only time she lets go of you was when you saw a familiar face waiting for her at the counter.

Will.

JJ kisses him on the cheek and he holds her wrist when she places a hand on his chest.

You want to vomit. Must be the acid. But you haven’t had drinks yet?

You go back to your hotel alone that night. JJ and Will dropped you off at the lobby, claiming they will just take a walk around and he promises to bring her back early tomorrow for your flight.

So now, you’re in the hotel lobby watching people pass by.

“Y/N?” Emily calls you. She’s still wearing her clothes from this morning and from the looks of it, she hasn’t slept yet either. Emily sits next to you. “What are you doing here?”

“Just … thinking.” Emily glances at the way you’re clicking your thumb and middle finger. “I’m okay. I just can’t sleep yet.”

“Does JJ know you’re here?”

“She’s with Will.” You respond impassively.

Ah.

Now, Emily knows why you’re here.

“Do you play scrabble?” Emily asks.

“Yeah.”

“I have one in my room.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

It’s the first time today that Emily saw you smile without restraint.

---

“So, where are you staying now?” Spencer asks JJ one afternoon in the bullpen.

“Well, that I’m still trying to figure out.” JJ sighs. “I might stay here for the meantime.”

“Here at the office? How are you going to sleep?”

“You can stay at my place.” You offer out of nowhere causing your friends to look at you. “I mean, if you’d like. I have a spare room.”

JJ’s eyes light up. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I’ll help you pack. Whatever you need.”

It happens frequently now - Emily’s heart sinking to her stomach when she thinks about you with someone other than her. She might need to puke later.

Her jaw tightens as she rewrites a finished report. To hell with this paragraph and typo and this ugly font. 

---

The plan is for JJ to stay for three months at your place while her apartment is being renovated. You and the team help her move to your spare room.

You prepare dinner for them and your new roommate. Everyone is taking a look around your place and luckily, you cleaned up yesterday so the house isn’t at all a mess.

Emily joins you and JJ in the kitchen. “Can I help?”

“You can set the table.” You suggest.

“Sure.” Emily washes her hands in the sink. “Where are your plates?”

“The plates are on the drawer beside the fridge, spoon and fork on the next drawer to the left, glasses are next to the water dispenser.” JJ replies.

“You already know your way around here.” Emily states the obvious, trying to mask the pang of jealousy.

“I already slept here a couple of times before.” JJ admits and Emily wants to combust.

“I should have already charged her by the hour for rent.” You joke but Emily doesn’t laugh. She proceeds with setting the table instead.

It takes every ounce of self-control Emily has not to break the plates.

---

You and JJ quickly adapt to living with one another (not together, you cautiously remind yourself). JJ wakes up early and makes coffee. She doesn’t make breakfast though. Caffeine is all she needs in the morning. You, on the other hand, like to cook a little something to start your day.

Since JJ stayed in your apartment, the two of you always arrived at the bureau together. It’s no surprise to the team really. But since you and JJ established that routine, Emily hasn’t smiled much at your arrival to the office like she used to do.

You kind of miss it - being welcomed by a warm smile knowing the day you’re all about to have.

---

“Y/N,” You hear JJ’s voice in the dark. “Y/N.”

Your eyes flutter open and see JJ sitting on the edge of your bed. Even in the dim light, the bags under her eyes are noticeable and her cheeks are flushed.

You sit up. “What’s wrong, JJ?”

“Can I … can I stay with you? Just for tonight. I don’t want to be alone.”

Of course, this would be crossing the very thin line of boundaries you have left with her. If she sleeps beside you, she will be near you and if she’s near you, your thoughts will be filled with more of her and that’s … well, that’s just wrong - harboring thoughts about your friend.

But you are yet to learn to say no to Jennifer Jareau.

So you let her crawl to your bed and slip under the covers. You turn your back on her and face the lamp on the bedside table, praying to a God you don’t believe in to let you sleep without JJ running through your mind.

You wake up to an empty space beside you the next morning.

---

The wall comes crashing down when the thin fine line becomes a teeny tiny dot.

It has become a habit now - JJ crawling to your mattress when she’s sad and scared. You don’t get much sleep from that point forward because you feel her snuggling towards you while she’s asleep and the tiny noises she makes rewires your brain. Only for you to wake up early in the morning with a fixed set of pillows and JJ’s scent on the empty side of the bed where she used to lie.

This leads to you having additional caffeine intake every day.

“That’s your fourth cup today. Are you okay?” Emily asks you in the break room.

You massage the back of your neck. “I’m okay, Em. Just haven’t been sleeping very much lately.”

“JJ snores loud?” Emily jokes but the sharp pain in the pit of her stomach says otherwise.

“She doesn't snore.” You say.

And the pain in Emily’s stomach surges into something else entirely. Because how do you know? You have separate rooms. Your rooms are on the opposite sides of your apartment. You don’t sleep next to each other.

Unless …

“You two sleep together?” The crack in Emily’s voice is enough to make you stifle a giggle.

“Not in that way.”

Emily is tempted to ask in what way do you want to sleep with JJ. She’s also tempted to chug a hot freshly brewed cup of coffee to stop herself from further talking about this. She doesn’t need to know. She doesn’t want to know.

“She and Will are fighting a lot lately. She sleeps next to me when she’s sad, which is every night now I guess.”

Emily’s head is spinning and her ears are ringing and maybe her eyes are bleeding? She’s not sure. But it feels a little bit like that.

You watch Emily gulp her scalding hot coffee then spray it to the nearest sink. You rub her back gently, worried she might have burned her tongue.

---

Your apartment feels empty.

JJ flies back and forth to New Orleans during the weekends and weekends are the only days you can stay at your apartment for longer than a night’s sleep.

It’s too quiet now that JJ isn’t around. Your Law and Order marathon is left on its last episode that you two watched. You have no energy to continue it now.

You lie down on the couch and scroll through your phone. The online scrabble app that Emily installed catches your eye and you open it. Emily is online and you invite her to play. It lasted for almost a whole day before Emily calls you up and invites you to dinner at her place.

You accept.

You show up to Emily’s door 30 minutes later, bringing your promised take-out foods. Emily welcomes you into her home. A black cat purrs on your leg.

“Hi, buddy!” You excitedly pet the cat’s head. “Who are you?”

“That’s Sergio. He’s the boss around here.” Emily chuckles.

“Emily Prentiss, how come I didn’t know you’re a cat person?”

She smirks. “I’ll tell Hotch you need to be re-evaluated.”

You roll your eyes. You pick Sergio up and he doesn’t fight. He settles on your shoulder and purrs. “He’s so cute!”

“And expensive to have around.”

“I want a cat.” You blurt out. “I realize I want a cat.”

“You sure? You can’t take him though.” You and Emily share a laugh.

“Not this guy.” You squeeze-hug Sergio and he meows. “He will miss you.”

“Your apartment getting lonely?” Emily senses.

You nod. “JJ hasn’t been around much. I know she’s not going to be around forever, too.” You swallow, glancing to the floor where Sergio just jumped. “She and Will are working things out, I think. She’s flying out to New Orleans every other weekend.”

“JJ must like him a lot then.” Emily watches your lips purse.

“JJ loves him.” You correct her. And in a way, remind yourself of the fact.

Emily’s eyes dart towards your fingers involuntarily clicking. She observes you a lot of times and she knows your little tics by now.

“Let’s eat, Y/N.” Emily ushers you to her living room where the food is already prepared and the TV is already being set up. “What do you want to watch?”

“I want some light comedy if you don’t mind.”

“Modern Family?”

“How do you know?”

Emily recalls the Claire Dunphy Defense Squad button pin on your shoulder bag when you first attend the team gathering at Rossi’s. “Lucky guess.”

It’s halfway through the sitcom’s season when you fall asleep. Emily gazes at your head bobbing up and down as you try to keep yourself awake and failing. She gently cups your cheek and rests your head on her shoulder. Emily thinks you’re waking up when your body moves but you just shift in a more comfortable position which ends up lying your head on her lap and hogging the blanket you’re supposed to share.

Emily lovingly gazes at you, fixing your hair that falls out of place as you sleep.

Emily wishes this moment will stay forever.

You. Her.

Emily never felt more at peace.

---

“I have news.” JJ announces one morning in the kitchen. You are cooking breakfast for yourself and she’s brewing coffee for both of you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Good or bad?”

“I’m not really sure.”

You scrunch your nose. “I’m not a fan of news like that.”

JJ beams. “I’m pregnant!”

And your world stops.

Gravity is pulling you to the ground. Your feet feel heavy.

You almost burn the egg.

“Y/N?”

A tear falls on the pan. Additional salt, I guess.

You turn off the stove and approach JJ with open arms. “I’m so happy for you.” You hug her tightly. “This is good, JJ.”

“It is.” She hugs you back. You don’t let her go for a while until you can control your tears from dropping. “Thank you.”

You blink rapidly, pursed your lips then smile widely. “Congratulations, Jennifer.”

“I have to tell the team.”

“Of course.”

JJ looks so happy and she’s in a glow you have never seen before. You wonder if it’s the pregnancy or the fact that she’s in love.

Regardless, you’re happy she’s happy.

Even if the weird tightening in your chest says otherwise.

---

JJ announces her pregnancy to the BAU 3 days after she told you. Everyone is excited and happy for her. Hugs are happening left and right from the team.

But Emily is looking at you.

And from the corner of your eye, you see her too.

Suddenly, air is not enough. You excuse yourself from the celebration for a minute. You’re suffocating and you need to breathe.

“I knew you’d be here.” Emily’s voice startles you.

You’re sitting in a block on the rooftop. You don’t respond to her and instead, you light a cigarette from your pocket.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

You frown. “Just when I feel like it.”

“You can talk to me, Y/N.”

“She told me 3 days ago, if you’re wondering why I wasn’t surprised.”

“How do you feel?”

“It doesn’t matter what I feel.”

“It matters to me.”

“Why?”

“Because …” Emily pauses. Overwhelming number of scenarios running through her head in a second. “Because you’re my friend.”

You blow smoke into the wind. Emily smells it.

“That’s what I seem to be to everyone. Just a friend.” You say bitterly. “I mean, I’m not really surprised. I’m basically disposable.”

Emily wants to storm to JJ’s office and she doesn’t care what the hell she’s doing in there, she wants to slap JJ hard; put all the pain you’re going through - because of her - in one hard strike. Sure, JJ is still one of her closest friends and she loves her to death but God -

It’s unfair.

Emily loves you.

If you were ever caught in a crossfire, Emily would come running to protect you in a heartbeat, no questions asked and all orders and protocols be damned. She will gladly take all the bullets for you until she loses her own heartbeat.

Emily loves you.

If anyone ever spoke of you wrong, Emily will be there to defend you with all her might. She will flip tables and look them in the eye and tell them how you're the kindest, most genuine, charming person she’s ever met and they’re lucky to even breathe the same air that you breathe.

Emily loves you.

If you were crying and out of breath, she would drop everything and give you the air she breathes if it means you will be okay.

It’s unfair, Emily thought.

Emily loves you and you’re in love with JJ.

And to make it even more complicated: JJ loves Will but she lives in your bed some nights and leaves you the next morning.

Emily loves you.

And not just as a friend. Because friends don’t treat friends this way.

Emily wants to tell you how she desperately wants to hold your hand especially when it’s cold so she could warm them up, to kiss your lips every time you bite them and every time you don’t, to hold you close when you need to be held, to arrange your hair when it’s turned into a mess.

But the anger and dejection bubbling in her chest take over instead when she hears how you describe yourself.

“How dare you.” Emily speaks in a monotone voice.

“What?” Your head turns to her, confused.

“How dare you call yourself disposable when all I ever wanted was you!” You are both caught off guard by her sudden outburst. All caution is gone now and Emily takes a deep breath in before continuing in a calmer but more desperate tone, “I see you, Y/N. I see you.”

“Em …”

“I see your fingers click when you’re uncomfortable. I see you watch sitcoms on your phone during breaks and once while Hotch was giving the team another talk. I see you care for others. You gave Garcia a unicorn mug just because it reminded you of her. You bring Morgan homemade lasagna when he told us he misses his mother’s cooking. You bought Reid the book he couldn’t find at the bookstore. You drink Rossi’s wine even when you hate it so he wouldn’t feel bad for offering. You fix Hotch’s ties when it’s messed up. For fuck’s sake, you always give me the last piece of pizza every damn time even when you’re still hungry! I see you talk to the victims’ families with so much love, care, and regret that you couldn’t prevent the crimes. I see your nose scrunch when you smell Morgan’s overwhelming perfume in the car. I see you grinding your teeth when you’re in deep thought.” Emily sighs, running out of breath. “The point is: I see you, Y/N.”

“Em …”

“It’s not your fault you don’t see me that way.” Emily walks out and closes the door behind her. 

You hear the strain in her voice over and over in your head and it almost makes you want to jump over the ledge.

---

The past few days have been awkward to say the least.

Emily is clearly avoiding you. She gets coffee a little later than she used to just so you won’t meet at the break room. She sits far away from you during the briefings. When you were lying on the couch in the jet, she moved to the other end so you would be out of her sight. She doesn’t look you in the eye when you have to talk about the cases.

And truthfully, it hurts.

---

You walk into the bullpen and slouch in your chair. Spencer greets you and tells you about the book he’s reading and a fun fact about its author. You smile in acknowledgement but don’t say anything else.

Your eyes scan the room to look for the woman who sits on the desk in front of you.

“Emily’s in Boston for a conference.” Morgan says when he notices your eyes wandering the bullpen. “She might be gone for a few days.”

“Okay.” You lean back on your chair and open the reports you've been working on since yesterday.

It’s quiet, you realize, when Emily’s not around.

She’s the only one who frequently talks to you even when you’re both busy. She brings you coffee twice a day - one in the morning and one before going home - and she knows just how you like it with two teaspoons of sugar and three teaspoons of cream, not milk. She sends you online game invitations through your personal email so you can play them on your computers when Hotch isn’t looking. She sends you playlists based on your mood after each case.

You let out a deep sigh you have been holding back.

It’s awfully quiet when Emily is not around.

---

JJ moves out of your apartment. Derek and Spencer help her and Will with moving and driving to their new place. Will has relocated to be with JJ. Even from afar, you can sense that they’re happy about starting their family and being with each other.

You are happy for her. JJ deserves the whole world and Will gave it to her.

When they leave, you don’t waste time sitting around. You change your bedsheets and pillowcases and throw them in the washer. You vacuum the bedroom, then the living room and the room JJ stayed in. You wash all the dishes and rearrange everything in the drawers and cabinets. You throw all the leftover food from the fridge. You deep cleaned your entire home.

And it feels good.

You feel an overwhelming liberty when you finally sink in your bed, hugging your pillow, and it no longer smells like JJ.

---

Emily comes back from Boston a week later. It felt like months for you though.

You spot her sitting on Spencer’s desk beside Derek. She’s giving out souvenirs she got from her trip and they laugh about something Spencer said.

As you come near to your desk, Emily hasn’t glanced at you, not even once.

You settle down on your chair and it’s Derek who spins your chair around to face them.

“Emily’s got something for you.” He passes you a couple of button pins and a dark green mug with BOSTON printed on it.

“Thanks.” You say.

“Tell her, not me.” He stands up and squeezes Spencer’s shoulders. “Let’s go, pretty boy.”

“Where?” Although confused, Spencer still follows him.

That leaves you and Emily just a desk away from each other.

“How’s Boston?” You finally ask. You couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Uh, the conference?”

“Boston was humid. The conference was boring.” Emily answers. You see her pick her nails and your hand hovers her hand. She instantly stops. “You’ve been busy?”

You shake your head. “It’s honestly refreshing to not have a case for a while. It’s better than finding dead bodies for breakfast.”

“It is.” Emily agrees.

Then, it gets quiet again. Emily is refusing to look you in the eye while you are hopelessly trying to get her to.

You can’t do this anymore.

You can’t stand having Emily so close and tiptoeing around the thing you need to talk to her about.

“I bought scrabble.” You blurt out. You don’t know why you said that.

Emily raises an eyebrow. “You bought  scrabble?”

“Y - yeah. I did.”

“Okay …”

“Do you want to play?” Emily stares at you. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just … I’m inviting you. If you’re not busy and have nothing to do, that is. I - I -”

“Y/N, breathe.” Emily chuckles. “Are you inviting me over?”

You exhale loudly. “Yes. Yes, I am.” You puff out your chest to gain some resolve. “Do you want to come over tonight? Uh, 8pm?”

You finally meet her eye to eye. Dark brown orbs meeting yours. You’re instantly weak at how soft and gentle she’s looking at you.

“I’d love that.” Emily replies.

---

You leave work earlier than you’re supposed to. You tell Hotch about needing it for personal time. He didn’t pry and let you go, only reminding you that you need to be early tomorrow.

“You going home?” Derek asks when he bumps into you at the elevator.

“Yes, I might have a date.”

“Might?”

“I’m really not sure what it is. I’ll find out. Gotta go!” You press the elevator button to the basement, walking back and forth inside the elevator.

You haven’t thought this all the way through. What the hell were you thinking asking Emily Prentiss over to your apartment? Your fridge is literally empty aside from your stash of electrolyte drinks.

Then, it clicks. You can think when you shop for food. You need to buy groceries.

---

You end up buying a lot more than you can carry.

When you got everything sorted out, you open your ipad to search for recipes. You’re not entirely sure what Emily would enjoy and frankly, you’re just winging it, hoping that whatever you might end up cooking would be good enough for her.

You lay out the scrabble board on the center table in the living room. You also prepared nachos and homemade salsa dip and laid it next to the board game.

When the doorbell rings, you make a startled jump. You peek at the peephole and see Emily standing outside, hands in the pockets of her coat.

“Hi,” you say as soon as you open the door. “Come in.”

“You have -” Emily brushes her thumb against your cheek to wipe the sauce off your face. She licks her thumb. “Salsa dip?”

“Guilty. Let me get changed. I just finished cooking.”

“Okay.” Emily’s eyes follow you to your room. She laughs lightly when she hears you curse because your foot caught a shoe and stumbled.

---

You and Emily sit across from each other at the dining table.

“This looks delicious, Y/N.”

“Let’s only hope it tastes as delicious as it looks.”

Emily hums in approval upon tasting the shrimp pasta you made. “Are you sure you’re not a chef?” She teases.

“You have homemaderecipes.com to thank for that.” You giggle.

The dinner went better than you could imagine. Emily complimented the dishes you made, hinting that you’re trying to make her gain weight with how many dishes you made just for  tonight. In your defense, you like being prepared and having options in case she has food allergies.

Emily insists on helping you with the dishes and putting the leftovers on tupperwares. You tell her she’s a guest and she didn’t have to. But you know better than to argue with her.

“Did you rearrange your kitchen?” Emily asks after opening every drawer and cabinet trying to figure out where everything goes.

“I did. When JJ moved out.”

Emily doesn’t say anything. She places the last fork on the drawer.

“I cleaned up everything after she left.” You continue. You’re waiting for Emily’s response but it doesn’t come. “I changed the sheets and vacuumed.”

Emily is leaning against the countertop, holding the glass of soda she has yet to drink.

“There’s no trace of her left here.” You say confidently.

“Y/N,” Emily murmurs. “I don’t want to be your rebound.”

Your head snaps fast and you stare at her with terrified eyes. “No, Emily, no.” You move closer to her, just enough to not invade her personal space. “It’s not what I want.”

“Good because neither do I.”

“When JJ left, I cleaned the entire house. I rearranged everything, I’m not even sure where everything goes exactly right now.” Emily listens to you intently. “And I didn’t feel sad when there were no traces of her left behind.”

Emily looks at you with a much softer, more hopeful expression on her face. She hopes that you won’t crush the tiny little hope that she’s holding on to.

“I just felt … free.” You continue. “And when I saw them walking to their car, Will had his hand on her belly and I felt genuinely happy for them.” You start to pace back and forth at the kitchen aisle. “But then, this past week without you, I realized that it’s quiet.”

“Quiet?”

“It was too quiet that I could hear myself and Spencer next to me thinking. And you know how he thinks a lot.” You continue your pace, hands flailing uncontrollably at times. “Then I kept seeing the empty space in your desk.”

“Y/N, you make it sound like I left you.” Emily lets out a scoff.

“I mean, I can’t blame you if you did but the thing is: I see it now.”

“See what?”

“You.”

You stop.

Emily stares.

There’s a long pause and though it may be silent, it isn’t awkward at all. Something shifted in the air, you could feel it.

You speak again, “I see your smile light up the room when I come in to work. You didn’t do it as much when I started arriving with JJ. I didn’t tell you how much I missed it. You have always been so welcoming of me, making sure I’m comfortable. You always ask for my insights when I wasn’t confident to share them with the rest of the team. You always make sure I have water and candies in the backseat when we’re investigating. You saved me that one time a police officer tried to hit on me. You leave aspirin on my table when you see me rubbing my head when I get migraines. You know the little things that mean so much to me.” You sigh, shoulders falling. “I see it now, Emily.”

Emily wipes the tear that fell to her cheek.

You take Emily’s hands and grip them, making sure she feels the intensity of sincerity radiating in your body. “And, I think, by now, it’s a reflex that I’d go looking for you in a room full of people.” You tell her. “I’m sorry it had to take not seeing you to actually see you.”

Emily pulls you into a hug. She wraps her arms around your neck and you hear her sobs. You tighten your arm around her waist, giving everything you had to that hug.

Because this, right here, is an entire universe you’re holding.

You stay like that for what felt like an eternity.

Emily is the first one to pull away. She places a hand on your cheek, caressing your face. “We’re going to do this right.”

“We’ll take it slow.” You agree. “We’ll go on dates.”

She nods. “That we will do, Y/N.”

---

It took a month for you and Emily to memorize where things are in your kitchen. Not only that but she has made herself comfortable knowing where everything is in your apartment.

You learn about hers as well.

She has invited you to her place more than a few times over. Her air freshener smells like lavender. Her lamp lights are always cool and never warm, she says it hurts her eyes. Her bathroom reeks of luxurious bath bombs especially during the weekend. She likes having dark curtains in her bedroom and light ones in the living room.

Emily adores Sergio. She has a whole list of reminders about him - his feeding time, vaccination dates, neuter date, etc. - stuck on the refrigerator door.

Emily also doesn’t have framed pictures of anyone at her place but as of two days ago, she has one on her bedside table - a photograph of you and her sharing ice cream from one of your dates.

---

It takes another month when you tackle Emily, your hands protecting her head before you both fall to the ground. The UnSub was taking a shot at her but you got her just in time. You watch Derek and Hotch go after the UnSub, leaving you and Emily on the muddy ground.

“Em, are you okay?” You muffle under your breath.

“I’m good, I’m good.” Emily sits up and checks on you. Her face instantly turns pale when she sees blood flowing on your left arm. “Y/N, you’re bleeding.”

“It’s not that deep.” Emily takes off her FBI vest then her coat. She uses it to put pressure into your wound to stop the bleeding. Curses of different languages leave your lips.

Emily calls an ambulance. She doesn't leave your side on the whole way to the hospital. She waits as the doctor and nurses finish patching you up.

“How’s Y/N?” Hotch asks Emily when he arrives at the hospital with the rest of the team.

“I’m still waiting for an update. She’s still in the ER. Probably getting some stitches.” Emily says, biting a nail.

Spencer puts a hand on Emily’s shoulder to calm her down.

---

The doctor says recovery will take at least two weeks. You wear an arm sling and are stuck at a desk job for the meantime. You don’t hate it. And even if you weren’t a tech genius like Penelope, she is fun and entertaining to be around during case consultations.

But every time the team leaves, your heart sinks knowing Emily might fall into another danger. You worry about all of them, of course, but Emily …

It’s five months later that you’re in the unit chief’s office talking about your budding relationship with a coworker.

Emily has your heart and you will wreak havoc if something happens to her. You wish the universe won’t test you.

---

Emily is sitting on the opposite chair. Hotch is behind his desk.

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” Hotch tells the both of you. “I’ll have HR send me the files that you need to sign. It won’t be complicated.”

“Are you sure none of us needs to be transferred?” You ask him again, scared that the answer might change.

“I’ll make sure of it. You’re both an asset to this unit and it would be a damn shame if we lose either one of you.”

You and Emily can finally breathe.

“Thank you, sir.” Emily says.

“Thank you. I promise this won’t affect anything, especially work.” You tell your boss.

Hotch nods. “It hasn’t, so far, and we’ve known for months.”

You choke on air upon seeing Hotch’s smug smile.

“You’d literally take a bullet for her, Y/N.”

“Which I told her was stupid and reckless.” Emily adds.

Maybe you and Emily aren’t so subtle after all.

---

It’s a year later when you and Emily are throwing a housewarming party. The team arrives one by one. Spencer brings you an espresso machine. Derek hands Emily a toolkit in all pink; he gets a jab on the shoulder from Emily. You happily accept Penelope’s cheese board set. Hotch sets up the money tree he bought by the door. Rossi brings white and red wine for dinner. Will, JJ and little Henry arrive last. Will is carrying their son on his arm while JJ brings out their gifts.

“I come bearing gifts,” JJ announces.

She bought a lot of healthy and unhealthy snacks for you and Emily but the personalized cushion for Sergio with I Love My Moms embroidered in it is your favorite. You excitedly show it to your cat and he immediately lies on it.

“It’s Sergio approved!” You squeal.

JJ takes a picture of Sergio enjoying her gift.

“Hi, little buddy!” Emily takes Henry to her arms, cooing the little boy. “God, you’re heavy.”

“You’re a big boy now, aren’t you, Henry?” You slightly pinch his cheeks. “What are you feeding this kid? He grows up so fast.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me I will cry.” JJ chuckles.

Everyone gathers on the table. You and Emily have one rule during the dinner though: No Work Talk.

Rossi compliments your pasta and you thank him. Emily opens the red wine that Rossi brought tonight.

The rest of the night goes better than expected. You have no idea why you and Emily were ever nervous about hosting.

When everybody left and everything was cleaned up, you and Emily found yourselves cuddling in your bed. 

Yours and Emily’s bed. 

“I love you,” you whisper against her chest. Your fingers are fidgeting on the button of her pajama shirt.

Emily’s eyes widened. Everything stops and her heart feels like it’s going a hundred miles per hour.

“I know this is the first time I said it,” you say, hearing how fast her heartbeat is going against your ear. “But I have felt it for a long time now.”

Emily pulls you closer to her, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “I love you too.”

Whatever the future holds, you’ll be fine as long as she’s in it. Everything finally feels good and right in the world.

Because Emily Prentiss loves you.

And you love her.

#jaye writes #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss fic #emily prentiss angst #jennifer jareau x reader #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jemily #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #jennifer jareau x you #jennifer jareau x y/n

[piratekane]

what r some of ur fav kacy moments?

a FANTASTIC question. here's a top ten in no particular order:

the parking lot scene. kate is not the bad guy! let's kiss under the parking lot lights! they did not go get that beer and i love that for them.

that one scene in season 3 where kate is bringing ernie mochi and lucy says that kate is looking fantastic today. something about that whole interaction just... got me. the grin on lucy's face. the way kate smiles back over her shoulder. pls tell me about your acting choices and why they made that 15 second scene endearing.

first date reenactment. those freakin dorks, i swear to god. kate's "well, i don't seem like a lot of things" lives rent-free in my head.

OF COURSE the scene in 3x04 where they have to dip into that storeroom to avoid the bad guy and they're, like, 2 inches away from each other. maybe i've watched that a few times.

the first kiss in the pilot. i'm split equally between the original airing with the smash cut kiss and the extended scene because i originally thought that lucy initiated the kiss, but finding out that kate was the one... mind-blowing.

the 2x01 episode kisses (plural!) because i love domestic kacy. i could write about that allllll day. i was not expecting lucy to straight up (ha) get into kate's lap at the outro of that episode. sigh. that was such an opening episode.

kate waiting at lucy's desk in 1x10 after the whole finger business. i just loved how kate said she was more comfortable with things at dinner and then just casually sits at lucy's desk waiting for her to come back (which is why 1x11 is so fucking crushing).

the scene in that episode in season 2 where lucy is helping Joe, the sailor with the memory problem. and joe elbows her in the jaw and lucy and kate are in the kitchen in the office and kate is snippy because she's worried. i'm not mad kate says, definitely not happy.

and speaking of lucy being beat up... the scene in 1x07 (? maybe) where lucy agrees that secrets can be fun and kate ducks her head and says something like, "want to tell me more about secerts" or whatever (i am not searching for the lingo, sorry). like, goodness. kate. relax.

the 'move in' scene where kate is so far behind on the conversation and she's just blinking as lucy explodes. i love a good "why are we fighting?" "we're not!" in shouty volumes and then the break in the tension where they realize they're definitely arguing scene. and they did this one perfectly.

okay, that was a nice little walk through my mind. now i need to go watch all these scenes (shoutout to the people who upload their scenes to youtube, they're the real ones).

#kacy #ncis: hawai'i #this was fun to think about thank you anon #now i want to go watch them and write them and i am a little sad again but i will go do something else #maybe read

[taka-sakamaki]

The police and the criminal

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Modern Au

In which Kafka is a cunning criminal and the reader is the police hunting Kafta down but things take a big turn.

Warnings: Explosion (BOOM BOOM BAKADON)

The lights dimmed in the streets of LA. Alot of people headed towards parties and night clubs; since that was what LA was meant for. It wasn't an unusual night for you, you always stayed back in the station, trying to pinpoint where Kafka would make her next move but nothing seemed to make sense.

She was cunning. She always made you run around in circles just to find her and when you do, it's always late. You were going to catch her, if that's the last thing you'll do. "You're still working, y/n?". Himeko came through the door with a mug of coffee and two cups. She was always there to hold you down whenever you were overworking and that was exactly what you were doing. "The night officers will be here soon, aren't you going to go home?".

"I can't. I know she's going to make her move soon. I can't miss it".

"But you're overworking. Here, drink this and take a little break". She sat down and gently pushed a cup towards you, immediately taking it and gulping it down in one go.

"Thanks Himeko. Your coffee is always so sweet and refreshing". She smiled and the two of you began making a small conversation until it was cut off by the sound of your walkie talkie coming on. "All units dispatch. We have a 5'6 woman in our midst, red wine hair making her move on the central bank". Speak of the devil. Your predictons were correct- it was the main bank she was after. She's already robbed more than three banks in less than six months.

You wasted no time at all, getting up a rate that knocked the chair down and grabbing your keys. Himeko hopped into your car and together you both drove to the bank, seeing many police cars parked outside, awaiting your arrival. "What's the situation?", you asked Dan Heng.

"There's three of them. I can't make them out but I know for sure Kafka's there". You nodded and pulled out your gun, giving Himeko one last glance before strutting into the bank, unafraid; which you were. You know all of her tricks and stunts and can avoid them anytime. As you walked in, Himeko's eyes widened and before she could shout, you stepped on a trip wire, making the bank explode.

The officers took cover as pieces of the building flew all over. "Y/n!!!", her aggravated screams reached your ears but you were already outside of the building, ontop of another, with Kafka, hanging on your arm.

"That was an excellent work, darling. Did you manage to retrieve the Commissioner's file?".

"That I did". You pecked her lips and handed her the file. Oh if Himeko saw you right now, the anger and despair she would've felt.

You weren't a police to begin with, you were actually a criminal, working to seek revenge against the commissioner who was now getting his death plotted by Kafka, your brother Blade and your best friend, Silver wolf. You played the role of a determined police well but now all that has come to an end.

All those times Kafka got away- it was actually you who let her and for the sake of the mission, you kept acting like she was the one making the escape.

You found yourself staring at the burning building until a soft touch was felt on your face. Kafka's dazzling pink eyes met yours and her smile widened as did yours. "There's that beautiful smile I love so much. We've got what we wanted, now all that's left to do is to execute our plan".

"We need to act fast if that's the case".

"Finally your back. I can't keep up with Kafka's whining. She's so annoying!", Silverwolf protested. You chuckled before kissing Kafka again, a heart warming, passionate kiss.

Although it will hurt for you to destroy your fellow cops, you'd still do it because in your heart, there's nothing more important in fulfilling what Kafka wants. That woman has you wrapped around her finger and you know it.

#hsr kafka #kafka #honkai star rail kafka #kafka x reader #kafka x you #kafka x y/n #kafka fanfic

[amfitzgerald]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍´𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆

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Makima x Shy?Reader (Fem!)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: explicit blood, light angst, loss of an eye, sex mention

WC: 3,5k

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Makima promised to reward Y/N if she managed to kill the Metal Demon.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Makima, Himeno

ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇʀʀᴏʀ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢᴏᴏɢʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴏʀ, ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ.

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The tinkling of the rain hit the tiles of that place.

Makima had told the younger girl to visit her to give her a new mission.

Your partner was away that day, so she were alone with Makima in that cozy office.

"So Y/N the Demon you are going to kill is the Metal-Demon (pretend there are people who are afraid of metal lmao). He was last seen in Yokohama 2 days ago. I'm sure you and your partner will be able to defeat him." Makima puts his hands on the table and with a smirk points to the girl.

"Y-Yes Makima!!" the girl who nervously bows in respect.

It had been years since poor Y/N fell (not so secretly) in love with Makima.

Makima knew, I mean, the girl acted totally different whenever she was in the same room as the older one, it was pretty obvious.

And Makima is anything, but dumb.

Everybody knows that.

Of course, for the others, this way could very well just be her way of showing respect to her superior, but at a certain point they would end up realizing that reality was a little different.

The girl turns, walking towards the exit.

"Oh Y/N." Makima asks from her chair, causing the poor woman's heart to start beating faster and faster as she turns around.

"Y-Yes?" turning her heels, the girl is greeted by Makima smiling in a completely different way than what the younger girl was used to seeing…

"If you come back from this alive, I'll reward you with a gift." the ginger woman finishes the sentence by tilting her head to the side, as she closes her eyes smiling.

The eldest woman hoped that Y/N was too confused to speak and just leave the room, but-

"Why?" the question catches the utterly confused eldest, who opens her eyes and opens and closes them in, now her, utter confusion.

"Why am I going to reward you?"

"Yes…" the youngest replied placing her left hand on top of her right arm as she looked down at the incredibly clean floor, avoiding her superior's gaze.

"And I need a why to reward a puppy of mine with a gift?" Makima asks in a sensual and somewhat erotic voice that made Y/N's heart explode with anxiety.

"W-Well, not exactly." Y/N utill had her eyes on the floor, feeling her face heat up.

"And such an obedient one~"

"Hiiii." she brakes for a few seconds, and then in a quick movement she turns and hurriedly opens the door, running away.

[Time skip]

"Shit!!!" the girl complains just as a flying piece of metal scrapes against her, before falling to the ground.

"Kon!" the partner invoke the fox's head, while jumping across the other side of the street, joining Y/N.

Luckily for the pair, that street where they were fighting was not very busy.

The fox hits the demon which at the exact same moment distances itself too, thus making Kon only eat half of the demon.

"It's your end, you son of a bitch!" the woman laughs, as she invokes her demon: the Jellyfish-Demon, in exchange for the temporary sight of her right eye.

The woman jumps over a piece of a giant metal bar that had been thrown against her and while she was on top of that piece of metal, she keeps her revolver in her leg holster and removes one of her katana from her back.

As soon as she invokes the demon, three neon blue jellyfish the size of a 3-year-old child float around her in the air.

One of the jellyfish enters the Katana, hardening it and electrically charging it.

But in that moment when the duo thought they were almost done, the demon draws in nearby metal and begins to regenerate himself.

"SINCE WHEN CAN HE DO THAT?" the man screams in panic.

"Takeda!" the girl calls her male partner, who gets the message, invoking the fire demon, and filling her chest with air, she lets out a huge cloud of fire from her mouth, hitting the demon, who falls from the air and is stunned long enough to be hit by the girl's gun.

Yes, Takeha has contracts with two demons.

"Die you fucking bloody bastard!" she screams piercing his chest.

But in a movement they didn't expect, the demon screams at them, releasing a gust of wind from his mouth, causing the woman to be carried away by the moving air.

"Y/N!!!!" the man screams as soon as he sees that she was going for a metal bar cut in half, however, she was being carried through the air too fast to be caught and saved by the man, who ran in an attempt to save her.

But usingn his head the man calculates the distance between the two, with the woman still in the air, and as soon as he sees that the moment is right, he manages to push her with all his strength in the opposite direction to the bar.

However the demon runs to them and pushes the man away causing the man to hit a wall and pass out on time.

"TAKEDA!!"

"How dare you hurt me and try to get away with it?" The demon growls running towards the woman who at that moment was getting up with difficulty.

Y/N stands up, faces the demon, wipes the blood that was running from her nose with her hand and smiles, loving the adrenaline.

"This is becoming better than I expected." She laughs as she removes the other katana from her back.

The penultimate jellyfish, she enters in the katana carrying and strengthening it, as well as the first one that was broken a few meters from her.

"You bitch, how dare you smile dirty at me? Do you know who I am? I'm one of the most dangerous demons in the he-"

"You are a fucking ugly dead demon." she interrupts him, as she runs towards him and screaming, she sticks her Katana in his neck, which howls in pain.

However, the neck was stronger than she thought, and that's why she couldn't cross him from end to end. "Shit."

The demon digs its claws into her face, making her scream in pain and throws her against the wall, causing her to faint at the time.

"You fucking Hunter, how dare you touch my person and hurt me, I'll disembowel you and regenerate myself with the blood of your guts."

"Did you by any chance forget about me?" Takeda makes himself heard as he stands up, holding onto his sword.

"Weren't you supposed to be dead?" the demon turns its head towards the man, making a disgusted and tired face.

"It takes a lot more than that to kill me." the man says seriously. "Kon!!" the demon, who was on the ground, didn't even have time to move, being devoured by the fox.

The man looks around, seeing where his partner and friend was.

And as soon as he spots her, he runs to her.

But as soon as he turns her around, to hold her in his arms and see the state of her face, he feels his stomach churning in agony and disgust.

"I have to be really strong not to pass out from this." he tells himself, as he bends down to listen to the pounding his heart still emitted….albeit less and more faintly. "Shit, you've been through worse, you have to survive."

Of course the girl had.

After all, her passion had promised to reward she if the mission was succed.

When the man was still passed out and the woman lying on the ground, the last jellyfish enters the host's chest, and manages to save her in the last minutes, working hard to keep her alive, and preventing the heart, small and strong at the same time, from betraying the poor 20-year-old girl.

She´s too young to die.

And she still wanted to declare herself to a certain redhead.

Tartaglia 2.0

In that battle, the girl gave her all and would certainly be remembered if she died.

[Time skip]

The autumn leaves fell lightly, unhurriedly to the ground, almost as if they were trying to prolong their descent from the tops of the trees to the ground.

In contrast, there were migratory birds, which hurried to leave the country to migrate to other countries.

Inside that hospital, in an average room, the sleeping body of the tall/low framed girl was affectionately resting on the white and comfortable stretcher.

The girl already suspected that it would be a difficult mission when Makima told her that she would have to defeat the metal demon, but the redhead wouldn't have given her the mission if she didn't know that you couldn't defeat him.

And well, the girl got it, but at what price?

Turns out, she now lost her left eye in the process and was left with a huge, ugly scar that ran from her forehead to the top of her eyebrow, as well as another big one that ran across her nose.

It was lucky she and her partner survived.

"Hum, what…" as soon as the girl wakes up, she notes that she was inside a completely unfamiliar environment. She gets up but is stopped in the process.

"No way, you're going to lie there and still, like a statue." the voice of a old friend who has not been heard for a long time is heard in the room.

"Himeno?"

"No, the Pope."

"What happened? Why am I here?" She ignores the older one's answer.

"You don't remember anything?"

"Well.." she strains her head to recall the last few memories and…"OH SHIT, I WAS FIGHTING THAT DEMON AND-" in a flash the girl stands up, making Himeno who was sitting slicing an apple jump up get up and go to her laying her down again.

"Apparently you do remember."

"Where's Takeda? I blacked out after that demon threw me against the wall."

"He was the one who killed the demon, and brought you here. And yes he's safe and sound, and in a much better state than you are now."

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"He's not in a hospital."

"Oh, so he's fine anyway."

"Yeah, really fine…"

Himeno was hiding something about Y/N's condition, and she still hadn't processed it.

Then Y/N realizes that she got out of this alive, and even though it wasn't her, they managed to kill the metal demon…which means…

"Oh, Makima will reward me." the woman smiles passionately, remembering the moment she had with Makima.

"To award?" Himeno stops peeling the apple and stares at the younger one in confusion.

"Yes, she told me that she would reward me. I think she said that because she knew the demon was strong." she replies, looking out over the landscape.

Himeno laughs, catching the other woman's attention.

"Sex?"

Y/N widened her eyes and felt her face flush.

"I-I don't know. But I don't think so, I mean it's Makima."

"Yes it's Makima, so you can expect the unexpected from her." Himeno adds, giving the girl a perverted smile, who looks away from her.

"She wouldn't do that."

"You dont know…"

"Shut the fuck up, unlike you she's not perverted.!!!"

"Oh, Im pretty sure she is. I mean, she's an adult, and adults do sex all time, so…"

"Shut up, this is embarrassing."

After a few seconds the girl realizes that she wasn't seeing out of her left eye.

"What…" she touches her eye with her hand and realizes she was blindfolded with something, and that blindfold didn't end at the eye. Tapping the blindfold, she realizes that the blindfold covered the left side of her face and a huge compress covered her nose. "What is it?"

"…"

" Himeno, what happened?" the girl asks seriously staring at her fearing the answer.

Y/N felt her stomach flutter with anxiety.

"That demon hit you in the face before throwing you into the wall…don't you remember?"

"Oh…so he did it?"

In fact, the woman didn't realize that he had done this to her before she was hit by the wall.

"…."

"How ugly it's this?"

"Well, I can't tell with it all covered up, but it's still hideously ugly and incredibly scary to someone looking. No offense, Y/N."

"Himeno, this isn't helping."

"Y/N think positive, let's be eyeless' partners!"

"WAIT, DID I LOSE MY EYE?????" the woman gets up scared by the news.

"You didn't expect the doctors to get your eye back after that all, did you?"

"But am I really without the eye, like there's a hole where my eye used to be,or did my eye just go blind?"

"My god, which of these options would comfort you?"

"NONE!!!"

"Fucking hell."

"HIMENO, FUCKING ANSWER ME. FUCK, I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO LOSE MY HEAD TOO."

"I fear you are without the eye."

Y/N widens her eyes.

"I WANNA DIE!"

"Y/N no drama, calm down."

"How do you want me to calm down, when I'M WITHOUT AN FUCKING EYE HIMENO?! HOWW?"

"If you don't calm down I'm going to punch you and knock you out."

"AND WHAT IF IT MAKES ME LOSE MY OTHER EYE, UH???"

"Dude, you are not ok."

"WOULD YOU BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DAMA-?"

A punch.

A punch was what Y/N felt before falling asleep again.

[Time skip]

Y/N is one of the strongest agents the Demon Hunters have, she has a contract with 2 demons, but unfortunately now she can only use one…the right one.

But, her right eye is temporarily blinded when she summons the jellyfish demon, so now this demon was useless to her, once she lost her left eye.

And to make things worse, it was the most powerful demon she had a contract with.

When she woke up, her head was unbandaged and when she looked in the mirror, she had a huge fright.

"Himeno, I swear I'll be the reason for your death."

The girl's right eye was there, in her face, without any holes, but the eye was still blind.

The girl sighs in relief.

Himeno knew that.

The doctors had informed her of that, since Himeno and Takeda were responsible for the girl in the hospital.

Now, the woman was making her way to Makima's office, her heart pounding as hard as a drum could.

When the redhead found out that the youngest was at work again, it didn't take long to call her…even though it was 10:40 pm, and work closed at 11:00 pm.

She sees herself in a mirror there, and adjusts her tie and combs her hair, hiding some strands over her left eye, she didn't have an eye patch, Himeno promised her that she would give her one, but since she didn't have one for her left eye, she just ordered one for the friend.

As soon as she arrives at the crush's office door, Y/N takes a deep breath and raises her hand with a closed fist ready to knock on the door, but before she could do that she reaches down, and grabs her legs, feeling her heart race. even more, ready to burst into tears at any minute.

She already had anxiety for years, and that's why she took medication.

Y/N takes a pill out of her pants, taking it without water, and within a few minutes, she felt that wave of anxiety slowly disperse.

Taking courage up her ass, she gets up, takes a deep breath and fixing her appearance, knocks on the door.

"Come in~" Makima's voice could be heard a few seconds later, it was as if the redhead was packing her things, and the girl's suspicions were confirmed as soon as she opened the door and saw the superior putting everything in a brown handbag, probably made of leather.

"You called me?" the newest question, not knowing exactly what to ask.

"Yes, are you better?"

"Yes Miss thank you." she responds respectfully, and putting her hands behind her body, when she feels them shake.

As much as she wanted to look Makima in the eye, she couldn't.

The girl's self-esteem had been destroyed since the incident with the demon.

"Come with me." the redhead affirms, as she walks in firm steps towards the exit of her office.

The young woman silently follows the superior, through the corridors of the Public Security HQ, until they enter the elevator.

Makima held her hands behind her body, with the typical smile on her face as she waited, with the young woman, for the elevator to reach its destination.

"Um, Makima where exactly are we going?" the young woman asks as soon as she plucks up the courage.

"My house." the eldest responds, not moving a muscle to glare at Y/N, who in turn was perplexed.

Once the elevator reaches the ground floor and opens, Makima gets out and walks to a black car, being followed by Y/N.

Then she opens the front passenger door next to the driver's seat.

Nervously, Y/N thanks the woman, as she sits up and hears the door close, seconds later she hears the driver's door open, and from the corner of her eye she watches Makima enter.

As soon as she gets in, she closes the door and starts the engine.

The rest of the ride home was in complete silence.

Y/N was very nervous, and Makima herself noticed it, just by seeing the woman's body shaking you could see that she was almost dying of embarrassment.

"Cold?"

"Hu?" Makima's question left Y/N in utter confusion.

"Are you shivering, are you cold?"

"Oh yes." the tallest/shortest mind, not to let Makima know that she was actually nervous…

"I'll turn on the car fan heater then."

When Makima gets home, she parks her car in the apartment's garage.

Two more things the girl now knew about Makima:

1: Makima was the one who drove home, and she didn't have a personal driver…unless he dismissed the driver just that day to have a trip alone with the younger one (but Y/N immediately dismissed that thought, after all because Would Makima do that for her?)

2: Makima lives in an apartment.

As soon as the redhead puts the key in the door lock and turns it, she faces the younger one with a smile on her face.

"Get ready."

"Oh?For wh"

Both enter the apartment, and are attacked by a bunch ofsuper happy Huskies.

Was it 6 or 7? Y/N couldn't tell because of the shock she had received.

However, she fell in love with the dogs, without effort.

"Oh I love Huskies!" she says laughing as she sits down, allowing herself to be knocked down by the dogs that didn't even know her until then, but that proved to be very receptive and sociable with the human.

Makima laughs and tilts his head, apreciating the way Y/N was having fun with the animals.

"Yup,someone new is here~ How nice, huh?" the redhead says, stroking the head of one of the dogs with her right hand, and the ears of another with her left. "This is Y/N. Say hi woof woof."

The dogs barked happily in response, making Makima smile a little wider.

A while later and only 3 of the dogs were awake, while the others fell asleep with so much energy they spent.

"Glad you like dogs." she asserts, gaining the attention of the young woman who has completely forgotten about the scar on her eye, being able to stare at her without any hesitation, even though her heart is pounding with adrenaline for the dogs and the woman.

"Um, why?"

"It would be a huge problem if you didn't like it or were allergic."

"Ah…" the youngest turned her attention to the dogs again.

"Well, do you want something to eat?" Makima asks as she sits on the couch, being greeted by affectionate licks from two of her dogs.

"It might be."

Y/N was starving.

Makima then gets up.

"There's black tea, green tea, and barley tea. Which one do you want?"

"Any one it's nice to me." Y/N gets up and follows her into the kitchen.

"Oh, it's true there's some tiramisu too, try it myself!" Makima says as she stops making tea and starts chopping up dessert. Y/N in turn was very excited about the idea of tasting a food that Makima made herself. Y/N returns to sit on the couch and Makima follows, a plate with the tablecloth in her hand. "Ah ah, that's not for you. I wasn't calling you."

"What?"

"Ah…this one's name is Tiramisu. That's me, my name is Tiramisu." Makima played with her furry friend's paws as she watched the flushed and excited expression of the woman in front of her.

Y/N then chuckles, putting the back of her hand in front of her mouth.

"Oh hello Tiramisu. Nice to meed you." the young woman leans forward slightly, stroking the animal's fur, just inches from Makima's belly.

"The one you're petting is ca Cust ard."

"What a weird name." she mutters back, making Makima laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry. But the name is cute!"

"Who wants a treat ?" Makima asks the animals, as she picks up the food.

Even those who were sleeping woke up and everyone ran to Makima knocking her down and forcing her to lie down, while she handed the biscuits to the dogs in the process.

"This is like…the best place in the world." Y/N mumbles to herself, and since the dogs were making so much noise, Makima couldn't hear.

Y/N watches as a fucking blushing Makima gets licked by the animals as she laughs.

Dirty thoughts started to invade the younger one's mind, thinking about what it would be like to see Makima's angelic face sweating while she fucked her.

Immediately, Makima switches his attention from the animals to Y/N.

At that moment Y/N wondered if Makima heard her perverted thoughts.

"Oh, is it?" Makima brings her out of her thoughts as she stares at the woman sitting across from her with a lopsided smile.

Y/N didn't know how to act, and just kept staring at the redhead who slowly sat up.

"Boys, get out of here." the redhead tells the animals, who immediately left the place.

Makima leans forward, placing his hand on top of the woman's hand.

"Well, you managed to defeat the metal demon, I promised I would reward you, didn't I?"

"Yes…"

"Do you want to be rewarded?" Makima asks, close to Y/N's face.

"I want…"

"Very or not?"

"Very."

"Hm very nice…."

In an act that Y/N couldn't even process, Makima laid the girl down on the couch, positioning himself between the younger's bent legs and grabbing her hands, above her head, while his other hand roamed the girl's defined waist.

"Good girl."

Y/N was blushing the fuck out, yet she felt like she was being mesmerized by the redhead's spiraling yellow eyes, unable to look away even to blink her eyes.

Her mouth was open in a perfect "o", and Makima then closed the younger one's mouth with her own lips.

Y/N was too shocked to reciprocate Makima's kiss, but as soon as the redhead's hand goes from her leg, up to the youngest's jaw and squeezing it in protest, crossing the entire side of her body, Y/N then lets herself be carried away by the so expected kiss, which was only lived in her dreams.

The older then leaves her jaw, and moves her hands to the girl's uterus, crossing her breasts, giving one of them a slight squeeze, eliciting a sigh that soon became a moan from Y/N.

Makima rests his hand on the woman's uterine part for a few seconds, before moving up to her upper thigh, very close to her crotch, now wetter than the ocean.

As soon as the two women ended the kiss, due to lack of air, Makima watched the expression on the younger's face, noting the somewhat erotic expression that Y/N was giving, which excited Makima even more, and only then lowered her head to Y/N' left ear.

"I'm gonna to fuck you until you forget you love me."

Part 2?

#makima #chainsaw man #makima x reader #makima x reader smut #lesbian pride #makimabestwoman #makima pls marry me #femreader #fem!reader

[kai-anderson-whore]

New colleague (jeff pfister x fem reader)

Summary: it's your first day at work and one of your new colleagues are all shy and embarrassed about their project

Warnings: Jeff and mutt being little coke whores, sex bot 😭, mentions of mutt embarrassing Jeff for having a boner, and mentions of sex workers

A/n this was requested on wattpad and I thought the sex bot thing is so funny plus its obviously a Jeff and mutt thing to do

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It was your first day working at kineros

Robotics after many, many years of studying putting your blood,sweat and tears into your education you were finally here.

You walked up to the secretary who you had met before applying for this job wilhemina venable "Hey wilhemina" you smiled wilhemina looked up at you from her computer screen "ah y/n yes come with me" she smiled taking you to your new office where you will help build robots with your colleagues.

You walked through hallways finally making it to the work station you saw two men with Bob haircuts doing god knows what, wilhemina cleared her throat gaining the attention of the two men, "hey" the brunette one shrugged neither of them noticing you yet, "this is y/n" their heads snapped up hearing a females name that's when you realised they probably don't get any female attention.

"Well what can we do for you" the brunette smirked from his seat, "you'll do nothing for her she works here with you two now so you both better make her feel comfortable and show her around" wilhemina scolded you also made a note that they were the annoying ones to work with great, you noticed the blonde wasn't saying a word he looked shy and timid.

Wilhemina said her goodbyes leaving you with your new colleagues, "I'm mutt by the way and that's jeff" mutt introduced with a polite smile, "nice to meet you" you smiled back giving Jeff a nod, which made him blush, "so where you from originally?" Mutt asked, "Oh I'm from w/y/f I moved here after my breakup with my ex and decided to focus on my career" you shrugged you noticed how Jeff's head peaked up from behind his computer when you mentioned you were single now.

"So how about you two then what's your story" you asked watching mutt snort a line of cocaine, you were shocked you never seen anything like it, before, mutt mostly did the talking for Jeff, "well that's my lunch break Jeff get y/n up to date with our project I'll be back in an hour and a half" mutt said grabbing his jacket leaving the lab.

"So what is it your working on?" You asked trying to start a conversation you knew it was something to do with robots, "erm well a female robot" Jeff mumbled shyly, "Oh cool for any reason" you asked observing the robot, "erm no no just you know doing our job" he chuckled you noticed the robots hand was a weird way so you had to ask why.

"Oh you know holding cups and what not" Jeff stumbled over his words the more you looked at the bot that's when it clicked "it's a sex bot Jeff Oh my god you two are making a sex robot hey I get it sometimes you get lonely" you put your hands up chuckling to yourself, Jeff tried to avoid eye contact with you.

You found it cute how easily shy he got around you no one really ever was like that around you only you around them, "okay so where are you at now with the sex bot" you asked hearing the soft rock playing in the background, "we're pretty much finished just need to test her out" he mumbled shyly you let out a laugh "your seriously not going to fuck the Robot are you what if it like explodes or something" you said in between laughs.

"Of course not I'll have mutt test it out" he chuckled back Jeff didn't want to admit but he thought your laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world he felt embarrassed about you knowing that him and mutt made a sex bot "Hey lovers" you heard mutt call entering the  lab, "mutt I need you to test the robot out in your own time" Jeff blushed at the nickname mutt gave you both and so did you.

Yo thought Jeff was cute he wasn't the type of guy you usually go for but he was sweet and kind and you loved when he blushed, "Oh it's time for my break I'll be back shortly" you said grabbing your coat hanging on the pegs leaving the lab.

"So what have you been up to casanova" mutt asked wiggling his eyebrows dishing out lines of the white powder, "Oh nothing just telling y/n about the robot that's all" Jeff shrugged snorting the lines of cocaine, "you gotta admit she is pretty hot" mutt said also snorting more of the drug.

"What no" Jeff scoffed but mutt saw right through his lie, "so you mean to tell me you wouldn't bang her I mean I could sense your boner when I was on my break" mutt laughed Jeff hid his face with embarrassment he instantly caught feelings for you how could he not.

"Just shoot your shot bro I bet she likes you too" mutt shrugged but Jeff knew talking to girls was not his strong point unless he's paying sex workers, he never had a proper girlfriend so he knew he'd be a nervous reck and probably mess everything up, "no I can't she wouldn't go for a dude like me" Jeff mumbled feeling the doubt.

"Just get to know her more then soon she'll be head over heel I'm telling you" mutt insisted Jeff gave it a thought before agreeing with him hopefully as time goes on you'd feel the same

#american horror story #evan peters #ahs apocalypse #jeff pfister #james patrick march #kit walker #tate langdon #ahs asylum #evan peters x reader #jimmy darling #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson #kyle spencer #austin sommers #evan peters imagine #evan peters smut #evan peters fanfic #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters icons #evan peters fluff #evan peters requests #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x you #evanpeters #evanpetersedit #ahs smut #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #ahs fanfic #ahs

[yuyu1024]

Goodbye Kiss

Pairings: Hongjoong x Y/N

Genre/tags: Break up

Warning: sad fluff? cursing [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost

A/Nsomething from my drafts that I forgot to post. I cant remember when I wrote this. I just noticed it now. Something short only 😊

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"This is bullshit!" My boss throws the resignation letter I handed to him on his desk. He is so angry. "Y/n, my dear, you are resigning to your job... the job you've worked hard for... the job you earned because of your dedication... the job you've always wanted... you are throwing it away just because of some guy?"

I am standing in front of my boss, who is also my friend for years, crying and shaking like a twig. "I have no choice..." I mumble under my breathe. "We both know I can't avoid him here... coz fuck... he is the son of the owner of our company..."

"But y/n... this is your life we're talking about... your career... your future..."

"I know... And yes it may sound cliché like in dramas or whatever but... you know our story..."

Seonghwa, my boss, sighs heavy as he leans his head and back to his chair. He's trying to calm himself down and take off his 'boss' hat of for a second.

"Y/n...  Hongjoong is a good person."

"I know."

"It may look cruel coz he can't fight for you... for your relationship... but you know if he can. He will."

"I know." Tears won't stop falling from your cheeks. "I dove into our relationship... knowing I can never be part of his future... I am just a staff... and he is..." I wipe my tears away and take a deep breathe. "His fiance is a good person. She's kind and sweet. And she does not deserve a relationship with Hongjoong having me on the side. Even just from his eye level so... yeah... they need a fresh start... and so am I."

"So you are choosing to go away... to avoid any issues?"

I nod.

"This is bullshit." He sighs.

"I know. You've had warned me before. And i'm so stupid not listening to you..."

"So, where are you planning to go? Which company?"

You look down at your knotted fingers and try to smile even with the puffiest eyes ever. "You'll curse even more if I tell you that... I'm planning to take a break for awhile..."

"Break? Like what? A week?"

"No..."

"3 weeks?"

"No..."

"Fuck. A month?!?"

I press my lips together before saying, "Two months... at least."

Seonghwa slams his hand on the table, eyes wide. "What the fuck?!"

"I'm going to the country side... to visit my grandparents... to clear my mind and plus to visit them." I pause for a bit. "Or stay with them for awhile."

"Are you crazy? How about your career? Like your living..  I mean... how will you earn money? You mother who we know loves the money you give her every month will explode."

"I know. But don't worry... I got it covered. I applied to a few online jobs... the remote ones... and I have a few that is waiting for my answer..."

"Fuck." He collapses on his chair. "I lost one arm... you leaving me here..."

"Don't worry... you can do it. You have one heck of a team."

"But still..." he runs his fingers through his hair. "Anyways... whatever. I can't do anything about it. You are decided."

"Thank you."

His eyes shifted from stressed to calm. "Just call me if you need anything okay?"

"I will. Thank you."

Then as I was about to leave Seonghwa's office, the door suddenly slams open. It's Hongjoong. His dark brown hair is dripping with sweat and his white sleeves are rolled over just before his elbow. His tattoos are out. He never shows his tattoos especially if he's in the office building.

"Sir...." Seonghwa walks around his table and stands beside me. "I thought you were at the--"

"I was." He answers, panting. He then closes the door behind him.

His stares to me, is not faltering.

"Hongjoong..." I murmur under my breathe. Almost sounding like a whine.

"Can you please give us a few minutes?" Hongjoong asks Seonghwa

"Sir... I would but the people outside..." Seonghwa and I glance at each other.

"Tell them to fucking go to break or whatever. I don't fucking care. Just give us a minute." He says, gritting his teeth together

Hongjoong never yells at people like this. He can always control his temper. But now, he...

"Please..." hongjoong adds

"Okay sir." Seonghwa finally agrees. "I'll be outside okay?" He quietly says to me before walking pass Hongjoong. And the second he opens the door, he yells to everyone to have a two hour break. Urgently.

It may look a bit too much but I know everyone knows what's happening. Unless they are new.

My relationship with Hongjoong is never a secret. Everybody knows it. Even his parents. But that doesn't give me the assurance that they like me. They know Hongjoong as the silly and playboy son. Someone who does not take anything seriously besides his work. That's how I got to know him too. We all labeled him as the rich kid who have everything and gets what he wants especially the girls. That's why I also never thought that I would be in a situation like this too.

Two years into working in this company, their company. I got promoted and had a chance to meet him personally. Outside work I mean. In my new position I got to go places that we need to meet him nor his parents for a business meeting or conferences. Long story short, we get to spend the time together and had a drink or two.

It all started because of a mistake. A one night stand. And then it went on to him, always looking for me. Asking me for a date and all. I hated it at first but I got to know him. I got to know the side, the gentle person that he is, that no one knows. I fell in love. Hard.

"Wooyoung told me... you are planning to resign..."

"Yeah... I just did."

"Why?"

"You know why..."

He exhales exasperatedly. "You're leaving me?"

"Hongjoong... you are getting married."

"I know!" He stomps his way towards me and embraces me, tightly. "I hate the fact that it's not you who I am marrying."

Tears begin to fill up my eyes again but I try my best not to fall apart. "We know that this is going to be our ending.. no matter when and how..."

"I'm sorry..." he nuzzles his face onto my neck. "I'm really sorry Y/n..."

I hate our story but not him. Hongjoong didn't do anything bad to me besides love me with all his heart. That's what fucking hurting me so much that I chose to leave. The fact that he will have to love someone better than me. The fact that he will have to share bed with another woman, and not me anymore. That he will have to kiss her and not me.

"I will miss you." I whisper to him

"Why do you have to leave?" He says as he looks me into the eyes

"For your future wife. She does not deserve to get hurt..."

"Why do you care about her more than your own feeling?"

"Hongjoong... she is a nice person..."

"She knows about us. About my love for you!"

"Still..."

"Fuck!" He looks frustrated. "I can't live without you! I love you!"

"I love you too... but..."

"Fuck this!" He growls before he grabs me by the waist and crashes his lips to mine.

A kiss that's expresses his frustration, his lost and his feeling of longing even though I'm still standing right in front of him.

We are finally breaking up. This kiss officially ends our more than two years of being in love. This is the kiss that will end us but then also the beginning of us being individuals.

"I love you..." he cries, "always have and always will."

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfiction #ateez x y/n #ateez fanfic #ateez x female reader #atz x reader #ateez imagines #ateez smut #smut #fanfic #atz hongjoong #yuyu1024 #hongjoong x reader #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong imagines #atz seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #ateez x fem reader #ateez x you #atz smut #kpop fanfic

[probablygayattorneys]

I told my brother that if I never play Azran Legacy then Emmy never leaves and I can keep her in that moment forever

And he decided to lift the burden on me by just telling me why she left, thereby ripping off that bandaid. Only problem is, he’s never played Azran Legacy (or any Layton game, for that matter) so he doesn’t know either. But he wasn’t going to let that stop him, so he came up with a reason. And then a few more, just in case.

These reasons include:

-Roundhouse kicked a high ranking government official and is avoiding trial

-Layton doesn’t kill people… but he doesn’t always save them either, and then the train crashed.

-Took the fall for Two-Face killing cops so Harvey Dent’s legacy will live on

-She was the only one who could disarm the bomb but to keep her wife and kids safe she let Descole break her neck.

-Flashed her titties to everyone and is now off to find new people to flash

-She wasn’t actually the Professor’s assistant, she was his apprentice, but near the end of the game she really deepens her connection with the Force and starts to believe that she can overpower him and become the new Professor… however, when she tried to pull off this fight, it’s over, Emmy, the Professor has the high ground.

-Got a job at Hooters which has been a longtime dream of hers and the Professor told her she absolutely could not abandon her dreams to stay his assistant

-Bees.

-She learned the greatest secret the American government has been trying to keep from the public for years (Obama's last name) and had to be eliminated by any means possible.

-Emmy sacrificed herself to save the rest of them from the balrog but she comes back in New World Of Steam as Emmy the White.

-Got a ticket for the Eras tour and is still stuck in traffic leaving the stadium

-She was in a motorcycle accident and plowed into the side of an airplane hanger. She was so innocent… and stoned, apparently.

-After they all sang Seize the Day, she wasn’t able to escape from the cops and they hauled her off to the refuge.

-It’s not Emmy. The first Emmy you see, the teenage one he helps is Emmy, but every single one since is Don Paolo.

-She was just a courier, meant to deliver something to New Vegas, but the game was rigged from the start.

-Moved to Seattle with Grosky to start their own law office.

-This one just says "Bones"

-Was killed by 30-50 feral hogs that ran into her yard within 3-5 minutes while Luke was playing.

-Drove a segway off a cliff

-Bruce Willis was DEAD the ENTIRE TIME!

-Left a note that says “Professor’s Assistant Emmeline Altava Chooses Death” and then fucked off to Europe or something for a year

-She ran away to be with Descole. She was attracted to his manly figure. His Waluigi like body. His spindly little legs. The cut of his jib, if you will.

-Rode her Vespa into a crowd of people while screaming “PEPSI MAN!”

-Didn’t learn STREET SMARTS from JJ Bittenbinder and went to a secondary location

-“Tell me about the rabbits, Emmy.”

-She’s a Russian sleeper agent sent to kill the professor and it’s just taken so damn long because a good hitman doesn’t leave collateral damage but she finally got Layton away from Luke long enough to get the job done.

-Was at a bar on international women’s day, did two shots and tried to fight another girl which caused an all out full bar fight and she fell into a coma after a third girl hit her over the head with an almost full bottle of Hood River Gin.

-Professor Sycamore’s airship flew her to places she’d never been… now she’s lying on the cold hard ground (goat noise)

-The time machine wasn’t stable enough to keep her in the present and it sent back in time to the moment the time machine exploded, sealing her fate.

-Moved to France to learn how to be a heart surgeon.

-She finally was approved to manage her own Dairy Queen franchise.

-She is dead and has been for the past ten years. The professor needs to let her go. The accident wasn’t his fault.

-She walked to Memphis to become a dentist. Anything but this.

-Most think... She died.

-....But I think we oughta believe she made it to the other side :)

#professor Layton and the Azran legacy #Emmy altava #I’m queuing this almost three months in advance #so by the time it posts I’ll almost definitely know #or I will still be playing A Wonderful Life and no one will have seen or heard from me since the release date #could go either way #also do not ask me for clarification on any of these #lord knows I don’t know and my brother probably forgot about the entire conversation the next day #queue takumi defense squad #actually when i stopped playing AL i kept pushing it back #worried that somehow by some bizarre trick one of them would actually be weirdly close to the truth #so we've been adding to it literally all throughout the summer and fall and will continue to until it goes live #and i will probably continue to do that until i finish AL #so either you will never see this post #or someone finally held me accountable #and on that day #i will move this post up to the very top of the queue

[madsworld15]

Part 2 of Chapter 2: "May" from Heal Me, Hold Me, Make Me, Know Me fic.

QAF, BrianxJustin, Asexual Spectrum Representation, Series Re-Telling

Brian was about to explode. Nothing had been going right with the account they were trying to acquire. The art department couldn’t seem to get their heads out of their asses, which meant that Brian was doing his job of managing communication with the client while also micromanaging the creation of their ad mockups. He had ordered Cynthia to keep anyone from coming into his office while he tried to make sense of the mess before him.

It was teetering on the edge of 7 pm when his door opened without a knock, and Brian seethed without even looking up.

“Dammit, Cynthia! When I told you not to allow anyone to bother me, that also meant you!” Brian finally looked up and found that it was Jennifer Taylor, not Cynthia, who had entered his office.

“If Cynthia is your assistant, I think she went home for the day.” Jennifer crossed the room and sat down in one of the chairs in his small office space. She didn’t comment on Brian’s behavior just now, but he knew that she would soon enough.

Before he could respond or even further acknowledge her presence, Mitch from the art department walked into his office timidly.

“Let me see it.” Brian rubbed his forehead and used an exasperated tone. The presence of Jennifer wasn’t going to change the ire he felt toward his incompetent art department right now.

Brian snatched the mockup from Mitch, who flinched a little and held his breath, waiting for Brian to give his critique. Brian looked it over, and his eyes swam with frustration and exhaustion.

“Mitch.” His voice was careful and guarded, which anyone who knew him knew was just to lure you into false pretenses before he handed down his full ire.

“Bri –” Brian gave him a cold, steady look. “I mean, Mr. Kinney?”

“Were you awake today around 3:30 pm when we met with the client and went over the mockup?”

“Y-Yes.” Mitch was fully trembling now.

“Then you’ll remember that they said they didn’t want to see blue anywhere on this ad. And that they wanted young couples, not middle-aged.” Brian’s right hand was clenched at his side, and his tone was cutting and sharp.

“I’m so sorry, Bri – Mr. Kinney. I can get these fixed and to you first thing tomorrow morning.” Mitch moved to grab the mockup back, thought better of it, and just moved backward toward the door.

“No,” Brian said coldly. “You will get it to me tonight.”

Mitch ran from his office, and Brian threw himself back down into his chair. He could feel a headache forming, and he desperately needed some release, but he couldn’t leave until that mockup was in his hand. The project was already three days behind schedule, and the customer was leaning toward going to another agency to get the work they needed.

He had completely forgotten that Jennifer was in his office until she spoke up.

“So, Mr. Kinney you think you’re this big man?” She gave him a pointed look that had Brian cowering a bit, much like he would under Debbie’s judgmental gaze.

“You’ve caught me at a bad time. This project is days behind schedule, the client is angry, and all the responsibility for that falls on my shoulders.” Brian didn’t dare look Jennifer in the eye.

“So, this is why you haven’t been to see Justin in almost two weeks?” Jennifer’s words hit deep. Based on her tone, he knew that she knew he’d been avoiding her son.

“Look –” Brian finally looked up, “Mrs. Taylor. I have a job to do. I can’t always make time to go and see Justin. I’ve always been this busy, even before him. So, now you know. I’m a selfish, heartless asshole. Better you and he figure that out now. Get out while you still can.”

He went back to shuffling papers on his desk and occasionally looking at his computer to type out some things. He didn’t notice her moving across the room until she was right next to him.

Jennifer placed her hand on his shoulder with a gentle motherly squeeze.

“You carry the weight of the world because no one ever cared about you enough to lighten your load. If you were truly a selfish, heartless asshole, as you put it, you wouldn’t have paid Justin’s rehab bill in full and told them to continue billing you.” She leaned over and placed a kiss on his temple. “I see right through you, Mr. Kinney.”

Then she was gathering her things once more and about to leave him be. But, then she turned back and said one last thing before leaving his office.

“The doctors have started to discuss plans for releasing him. I figured you would want to know about that. I have every intention of having him move in with me despite my apartment being small as it is.” Jennifer smiled at him.

Brian cleared his throat. “I’ll come by the center tomorrow around 4. We can talk it through with him. He’s an adult he should be allowed to decide some things for himself, considering.”

“You really are an enigma, Brian.” And then she was gone.

Brian waited a few minutes before he leaned back in his chair. He heaved a deep sigh. Everything about his life was a mess right now. He didn’t know what to make of his emotions about Justin, so when they became too much, he avoided them. Hence the reason he hadn’t been by to see him recently. To top it off, he was still feeling guilty about the incident in the first place. Add all that to the stress caused by his job being in a transitionary period right now. Everyone knew Ryder was looking to offload the company, but he hadn’t officially announced it yet, so each project felt like life or death.

With another sigh and his headache on the verge of making him nauseous, Brian made an executive decision. He gathered up his things, turned off his computer, and trudged toward the art department.

“Hey, Mitch. I know I said I wanted these tonight, but you can go home. Just please, please have them ready for me first thing tomorrow.” Brian’s voice was light and kind, something he should’ve done initially, but his impulses hadn’t allowed it.

“You got it, boss.”

Without another thought, Brian got in his Jeep and went off to Babylon. He desperately needed some quality backroom time. He knew that Emmett and Ted would be at the club, as they always were. Not for the first time in the past month, Brian was grateful Michael had moved to Oregon with Dr. David. He had enough on his shoulders, with Jennifer, Emmett, and Debbie all guilt-tripping him about Justin. He didn’t have the energy to also deal with his best friend’s jealousy.

“Hello, Brian. Fancy seeing you here.” Emmett gave him a judgmental look.

“Save it, Honeycutt. I already got the riot act from his mother. I don’t need your puppy eyes telling me I need to go see him.” Brian motioned to the bartender to give him a shot.

“He keeps pushing himself to exhaustion. When I call he never has the energy to talk long anymore. If you’d just go see him…” Emmett started in again, but Brian glared at him, and he went silent.

“Forget it, Em. Brian has done his good deed for the month. He’s surpassed his quota.” Ted’s jab hit Brian where it hurt.

But instead of lobbing an insult at him, Brian downed his shot and moved toward the backroom instead. Mindless sex sounded like the perfect solution to all his problems. That and a bit of E.

He had selected his trick of the moment, not of the night because if he had his way, he’d make his way through a couple more before the witching hour. He was just about to have the man go down on him when all of a sudden, Michael was there, looking as if he’d never moved away.

He didn’t say a word to his best friend. Instead, he glared at him and maneuvered the trick to his dick, and silently instructed him to begin. The two best friends stood there in a silent standoff while Brian felt the tension in his shoulders slowly release. He finally broke eye contact in favor of leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes to the pleasure of the trick’s ministrations.

“Emmett told me you haven’t been by to see him. Does this mean you’ve finally come to your senses?” Mikey’s voice broke through Brian’s pleasure, and he cursed out loud.

“Shit, would you stop!”

The noise caused the trick to pull away. Brian looked down at him. “Oh no, please continue. I was cursing at him.”

“I’m pretty sure that Emmett’s real complaint was that I haven’t gone to see him recently. Not that I haven’t gone at all. The kid is in rehab. The doctors are doing their job, and I’m doing mine. I can’t help him.”

“So, you’ve washed your hands of him?” Mikey couldn’t sound more hopeful if he tried.

The trick pulled Brian’s release from him, and he groaned with a satisfied grin. “That was lovely, thank you.” He smiled down at the blonde before he tucked himself away again and pushed Michael toward the dancefloor and out of the back room.

“I didn’t say that.” Brian rolled his eyes as he deposited Michael at the bar next to Ted. Emmett must’ve found someone to dance with because he wasn’t around.

“Why don’t we go out on the floor and dance?” Michael grabbed at Brian’s waist, but he moved away from the other man’s reach.

“I’m too tired. I think I’m going to go home.” Brian scanned the room and let his eyes make contact with another man across the dancefloor. He was somewhat muscular on top but slim from the waist down. Brian couldn’t wait to pound into him if he allowed it.

“Sure,” Michael groused. “Only if he were here, you’d be out there dancing with him!”

“Maybe.” Brian shrugged and moved away from Michael, completely dismissing him. He reached the edge of the crowd and then turned back once more, “Go back to your husband, Michael. We don’t need you here.”

*****

The next day, despite having too much work still on his plate, Brian left his office at a quarter to four. He needed to get to the rehab center to have the conversation he promised Jennifer the night before. Knowing that it had been 10 days since he had last seen Justin, Brian worried the kid would be angry that he showed up at all.

Instead, when Brian arrived in Justin’s room, he was greeted by a smile on Justin’s face as the lad sat up on top of his covers. It was the smile he never thought he would see again, not after everything. But there it was. Lighting up the whole room.

The other bed in the room was made and empty. Brian looked at it slightly curious, but didn’t say anything. He forced a smile toward Jennifer and then sat down in the wheelchair near Justin’s bed. It was there as a backup, but from what he’d heard from Emmett, these days, Justin didn’t really need it. His walking was much better now, and he didn’t tire very often.

“So, everyone says they’re finally kicking you out of this joint.” Brian quirked his eyebrow and gave his signature smirk.

“Yeah they finally got tired of my shenanigans. Said I was too beautiful, it was distracting.” Justin smiled.

“You sure it wasn’t your annoying habit of being a smart ass?” Brian pushed the chair back and forth.

Justin stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes. For one brief moment it was as if the young man from the diner was back. But then just as quickly a cloud moved in and Justin’s mood became small and timid, unsure of himself.

“So, we need to decide where you want to live.” Jennifer butted in. Brian’s gaze remained on Justin.

Worry entered his brain but, Brian would never admit it out loud.

“I figured I would just go back to my place with Daphne.” Justin mumbled.

“That fifth-floor walk-up? Not a chance.” Brian knew it was his voice speaking, but he didn’t recognize it. Why am I speaking out of concern? I’m just here to support the guy I’m seeing and his mother.

“It’s not like I can get my own place.” Justin continued to stare at his lap.

“Well, I figured you could move in with Molly and me. It’s not much, but it would make me available to transport you to your therapy appointments.”

Once again Brian’s mouth moved of his own accord. “Or you could stay with me.”

“Brian,” Jennifer’s urgent tone pulled Brian’s attention to her. “I know you mean well, but I’m his mother. I think it’s best he stay with me.”

“I think we should let him choose.” Brian shrugged.

“I think I should be asked directly.” Justin now looked angry. “I’m right here.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. What do you want?” Jennifer moved forward to make physical contact with her son, only to have him rebuff her.

Justin pulled his legs into a cross legged position.

“So my options are an apartment not nearly big enough to add me into the mix and the playboy loft of the guy I’m seeing, which has only ever housed one person permanently?”

“I’m not sure I’d put it that way.”

“Yes, those are your options.”

Brian and Jennifer spoke at the same time, respectfully.

“Mom,” Justin turned his attention to her, “I love you and I know you are trying to make up for your mistakes, but if I lived with you and Molly you’d never let me push myself. I need to be able to get my autonomy back.”

“So you choose Brian?”

“I didn’t say that either.” Then Justin’s gaze bore into Brian’s, “Brian I know you mean well, but let’s face it. You are a very independent guy that doesn’t like sharing a living space with anyone. We’d drive each other silly.”

Brian nodded. If he was honest with himself he saw this coming. Justin was a very intelligent young man and knew how to approach situations with a logical mind.

“I need some time to decide where I want to be. Just promise me you will both honor my decision regardless of what it is?” Justin looked between the two of them.

Brian and Jennifer both quietly nodded their heads.

“Wherever I end up will need to keep me in line with my exercises and therapy. There are going to be days I won’t want to do either. And I have nightmares every night which sometimes cause irrational bursts of anger.”

“I’m aware.” Jennifer spoke up. “Your doctors here told me things I could expect.”

Brian remained silent. Sure he’d been aware that Justin had a long road of outpatient recovery ahead of him. But to think that he might have nightmares or fits of rage had never crossed his mind.

Is that something I can handle?

“If you think that scares me, you’re forgetting my family,” Brian mumbled, focused on his hands instead of the room at large.

He didn’t know where the words came from, but he didn’t regret them. Not a single one. Something deep inside him wanted to be sure this kid was always safe and protected. His heart ached at the thought of Justin ceasing to exist.

“Ok.” Justin replied.

Brian looked up in shock. Did Justin mean what he thought he did?

“Ok?”

“I’ll move in with you. On one condition.” Justin gave him a smile.

Brian moved as close to Justin as the blonde would allow.

“Anything.” If anyone in the family asked him about the open, willing nature of his words he would deny it to his deathbed.

Brian expected Justin to say something along the lines of requesting independence and no interference, but what he actually requested almost made Brian choke on his own tongue.

“You don’t bring a trick back while I’m there. I accept that you sleep with other guys, but I don’t want to see it.”

“Deal.” Brian agreed immediately, no insecurity or lack of confidence to be found.

“Are you…” Jennifer started and then stopped. She was looking between her son and Brian as if she was trying to figure them out.

She shook her head and continued, “Are you sure? Brian doesn’t know your care plan like I do.”

“He’s not an idiot. He can figure it out.” Justin rolled his eyes.

“Be nice, sunshine. Your mom has a point. I haven’t been here in almost two weeks. So much has changed.”

“Sorry,” Justin bit his lip and broke the consistent eye contact he had been maintaining with his mom and Brian.

“It’s ok. Everything is kind of a mess right now. Your brain is trying to make sense of all these changes.”

“Why don’t Brian and I leave and let you rest? You can make your final decision tomorrow.” Jennifer gave her son a big smile.

“Okay.” Justin agreed.

With that Brian followed Jennifer out of the room, but not before gently placing his hand over Justin’s.

They both walked toward the lobby area. Just before they reached the doors to go outside, Jennifer stopped him with a hand to his arm.

“I know you mean well offering up your place, but Justin needs to be with me. He’s only 19 and still suffering the setbacks caused by a TBI. Not to mention all of his hand therapies. I hope you understand.”

Brian smiled and shook his head. “Jennifer, I know you mean well, but I’m perfectly capable of doing what is necessary for his recovery. He needs to feel like he has autonomy and independence despite everything he is going through. No matter what you do he will never feel that way living with his mom.”

“It’s not a reflection on you. You’re a great mom. You want what is best for him, and you are willing to do anything to ensure he doesn’t feel pain. But in order to truly recover, he needs to feel it all. He needs to feel like he can.” Brian concluded and walked out the doors and to his Jeep without looking at her.

#queer as folk #brian kinney #justin taylor #fanfiction #alternate universe #asexual spectrum representation

[holylulusworld]

Praise you like I should - Kinktober 30

Summary: Sam was there. Just in time.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Kink: Praise kink & dirty talk

Warnings: angst, mentions of explosions/characters death, dirty talk, Sam has a praise kink, implied smut, fluff

A/N: This ended up having more plot than expected. Maybe I’ll write more about their backstory one day…

A/N2: idea by anon

Words: 1,3 k

Kinktober 2022

Two years earlier, … 

“OH MY GOD! Thank you so much,” you sniff as Sam Wilson, Captain America himself carries you out of the burning building. “I thought no one can hear me. The fire, the heat, and the smoke were everywhere.”

“I’ve got you, miss,” Sam says in a calming and almost soft voice. “I heard you. You’re safe now.” You hide your face in his shoulder, nodding. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I-I was working at my office. It was almost time for a lunch break, so I left my desk for like five minutes to ask my colleague if they want to order food too,” you cough, and take a deep breath before you continue. “She already ordered food, of course, she did. Shit, I shouldn’t talk bad about people in such a situation.”

“It’s alright, miss. People tend to talk a lot, or not talk at all after a traumatic experience. You can talk as much as you want to.”

“You’re very kind, and strong…and attractive. Fuck, I babbled again,” you bite your tongue, silently telling yourself to finally shut up. “Sorry. You wanted to know what happened. I went back to my office to order food. The delivery service said it will take half an hour to deliver my order. I worked a little, and answered a few emails.”

“Go on,” Sam encourages you. He still carries you, while walking toward his partner. The guy you only know from what you heard on the news. Bucky Barnes, the former winter soldier. Now the partner of the new captain. “I need to know everything you remember.”

“Okay. I wanted to write another report when I heard a loud noise. It sounded like an explosion. You know, like in the movies when a car explodes or something. Does this make sense?”

“It does,” Sam’s partner nods. “Looks like the most damage got done to the higher levels. I guess they wanted to kill the boss.”

“Wait! This was not an accident,” you gasp. “I-why would anyone want to kill my boss? This doesn’t make sense at all. He’s a nice guy, and never harmed anyone.”

“Sam, we were right,” Bucky continues, “with everything. Let’s get out of here. The rest is up to the FBI and firefighters. There is nothing else we can do, Sam. If we tell them about our suspicions, more people will die.”

“People will die,” you whimper. “Oh no. How many people died? I didn’t even ask. I was so selfish and only happy that you saved me. I’m sorry.”

“Miss, I saved you as you needed my help. There is nothing to be sorry for,” Bucky huffs as Sam jerks his head toward their car. “I know this is a lot to take in, but I think it’s for the best when you come with us for now.”

“Uh-if you say so.”

You can’t say no to your savior. If Captain America believes you should follow him, it must be important. “Sam, do you think it’s smart to take her with us?”

“James, you know why I must take her with us,” you don’t see the look Sam gives his partner. “I need to be sure we get a few more information.”

“Thank you,” you take the tea Sam offers to you. “And thank you for saving me again, captain.”

“Just Sam,” he softly says. “We need to talk some more about what happened. I know you experienced something dramatic today. I guess you have questions too.”

“You can call me Y/N,” whispering your name you look at the tea in your hands. “Your friend didn’t answer my question earlier. How many people died today, Sam.”

“Y/N, maybe we should talk about what happened after you heard the explosion. Can you tell me anything else? Did you see someone?”

“Sam, you are avoiding answering my question. I’m not some superhero, but I know you are trying to hide things from me. I went through hell today. There was an explosion, and then something sounded like gunfire. I could feel the heat of the fire get closer and believed I’m going to die. So please, do not lie to me.”

“You already heard that there was an explosion at the top level of the building. What you don’t know is that the building was under attack. No one but you and the janitor made it out alive. They went from room to room and shot everyone they found.”

“You see, we are asking ourselves how you survived long enough to call for help,” Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. “Are you with Hydra, Y/N?”

“Hydra?” you splutter. “Like Hydra, Hydra. Do you mean the organization infiltrating shield and such? I thought they are long gone.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” huffing you look at Sam as his partner seems to interrogate you.

“Is that why you brought me here? First, you save me, and then you bring me here to interrogate me.”

“Y/N, we only want to understand what happened today.”

“I don’t know,” you jump up, dropping the cup of tea. “I went to work like every day,” you sniffle. “After I heard the explosion and loud noises I grabbed my phone and raced toward the copy room. I locked the room, hid behind the copier, and tried to call the cops. After a while, the noises stopped, and then, the heat and smoke got worse. I screamed and…”

“I found you,” crouching down you pick the cup up. “Y/N, I believe you, but you have to admit, it’s…odd that only you survived.”

“You said the janitor made it out too.”

“He’s in the intensive care unit and they don’t think he’ll make it, Y/N. Sam doesn’t want to scare you, but you should know, you are wanted now. Everyone at your company was meant to die today. We brought you here to keep you safe.”

“I-I’m a goddamn bookkeeper,” you huff. “Why would anyone want to kill me, Sam? This doesn’t make sense. You are not making sense.”

“Hey, hey,” Sam brings you into his arms to shush you. “I promise we will find out what this is all about. For tonight, you should stay here. With me.”

Now, …

“Hey there handsome,” you chuckle as your boyfriend makes his way inside your shared bedroom. “How was the mission, babe?”

“Top secret, but we all came back unharmed and alive,” Sam flashes you a smile. He dries his upper body with a towel as you sit on your bed, cross-legged.

“I can see that sexy captain,” he laughs as you watch him run the towel over his arms. “You know that you are the most handsome man I ever invited to my bedroom right?”

“I hope so,” Sam hides it well, but a shudder runs through his body at your praise. “You are the most beautiful woman I ever invited to my bedroom, miss.”

“I mean it, Sam,” you roll onto your belly to get a better look at your boyfriend’s cock when he drops the towel covering his hips and crotch to the ground. “Look at my man. Hot, smart, and a perfect lover.”

Sam licks his lips. He can already feel his cock twitch as you keep on showering him with praises. “You know, if you keep on talking like that, I might have to rip that nightgown off of your sexy body.”

“What else will you do, captain,” you seductively look at your boyfriend. “I bet you want to do dirty things to me.”

“I will rip your nightgown down your body. Then I’ll have my way with you in any position. Your tight little cunt will be sore by morning,” he flashes you a smile. “I will fuck you deep and good. Maybe I’ll even cum all over your body to mark you.”

“I bet you will fuck me so good. You always do. You’re such a good boyfriend, always putting me first. In any way. How about you come over here and I’ll salute for you, captain…”

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#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x you #sam wilson as Captain america #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 30

[cinemastyles-blog]

Teacher’s Lounge

Summary: A Wattpad request by madxxstyles - “Could you do a teacher Harry and teacher y/n and they don't get along great but both secretly think the other one is hot and finally hookup?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, teacher!harry, teacher!y/n, teacherxteacher, slight name calling, slight angst, fingering, oral (f), almost getting caught, filth

Master

DUNKIRK HARRY

“Good morning, Mary.” You smile at the office lady. She smiles back, “Good morning, dear.”

You walk over to the stack of clip boards and flip through them. Your eyes move down to todays date and see Mr. Styles written in the spot, “I thought I had the auditorium today?”

You turn and look back at Mary. She looks confused, “You should.” She gets up and walks over, “I’m not sure what happened.” She looks over it and clicks her tongue, “I see.. Here..” She points, “You wrote it in for tomorrow.”

You take a deep breathe, closing your eyes to push down your anger so you don’t take it out on her, “I see, I see. I’ll go talk to him. I’ll see if he can switch me days.”

You give her a smile and set the clip board down, walking out of the office.

You knew Harry was going to give you a rough time, he usually does. Since the day you started, Harry has been that one teacher you avoided having any conflict with because it just explodes. He’s too arrogant and can’t admit that he’s wrong.

You know that it’s your own fault you wrote your name down on the wrong line, but a part of you hopes that he just has at least a sliver of compassion today and switches with you.

You reach the door to his classroom and look in. His class is empty right now. He’s just sitting at his desk writing stuff down on a piece of paper.

You know and he looks up, “Yeah?”

You open the door and walk in. He smirks and leans back into his chair, “Y/N. Good morning.”

“Morning Harry. Hey listen.”

“If this is about the auditorium, I can’t switch.”

“How did yo-“

“You wrote your name down on the wrong line and I heard you talking about it with Terri.”

You hold your hands up, “And you didn’t think to tell me that I wrote my name down on the wrong line?“

He chuckles and leans forward, “Maybe if you lose the attitude and ask me nicely, maybe we can share it for today.” He winks and you scoff, “Please. You couldn’t just do one nice thi-“

“Good morning, Mr. Styles. Good morning, Miss y/l/n.” One of the students says cutting you off.

“Good morning, Chelsea.” You smile and turn back to Harry who covers his lips to hide his smirk, “Offer still stands.”

You sigh, “Fine. We can share it for today.”

——

“Alright, guys. Settle down.” You stand in front of your class and take a deep breathe, “Today isn’t going exactly how I planned.”

“Is that why you and Mr. Styles we’re secretly talking this morning.” One of the girls laughs.

“We weren’t secretly talking.” You correct, “I just so happen to write my name on the wrong line and he got it for today and I asked him if we can share it.”

They whisper amongst themselves and you look up at the group of girls talking and they quickly stop talking.

“Anyway.” You grab your papers and start to hand them out, “We are doing a scavenger hunt.”

The class groans.

“Oh stop it.” You laugh, “We’re competing with the other classes for a great prize.”

“What’s the prize?”

“The principal said that who ever gathers the most things in the time that we’re given, will get to eat pizza out on the football field at lunch time and you’ll get to skip your last class of the day to stay outside.”

The group cheers and you smile and shake your head, “Okay. So the rules are, you don’t leave this room. When you find it, write down where it’s at and what ever you do. Do not tell Mr. Styles’ class where these items are.”

“You have one hour. On your marks. Get set. Go.”

They all get up and start looking around. You sit down and glance over your list, smiling at the one item.

The item is labeled as something gold with pearls.

It’s Harry’s necklace.

You’ve always thought Harry’s necklace was beautiful and found it wildly attractive that he wore it, but you’d never tell him that.

“What are you doing sitting back here all alone?”

Harry’s voice makes you jump and you flip the paper over, “Waiting for my class to complete their scavenger hunt. What are you doing?”

“I have someone coming in to talk to the kids.”

“And you couldn’t use your classroom for that?” You look up at him and tilt your head, “You really do like to complicate things don’t you.”

He smirks, “Wouldn’t be a good day if I didn’t trouble you somehow.” He winks and looks back at his kids that are sitting down in the chairs down towards the front rows.

Your eyes travel to the necklace that peaking out of his back button up.

He turns around and you quickly look away.

“Mm.” Harry hums, “I saw that.”

“Saw what?” You ask standing up.

“I saw you staring at me.”

“You’re delusional, Mr. Styles.” You smirk slightly and you can feel his eyes burning in the back of you as you walk away.

You look over your shoulder at him and he taps the railing before shaking his head. You look away and make your day down to the one group of kids who are arguing.

“Hey, hey. What’s going on here.”

“They said they found it first, but I found it first.”

“You all can mark it down. There’s no need to fuss, if we win, you all get the pizza, okay? You’re working together on this, so you all found it.”

They agree and you stand back up, looking over and seeing Harry watching you. He smiles and looks away.

You take a calming breathe, telling yourself that he’s an asshole, but in reality, you think he’s the hottest man to walk the earth so you can’t help but put up this defense when it comes to him because teacher on teacher is frowned upon in the school and you actually like your job.

——

Eventually it’s lunch time and you make your way to the teacher’s lounge. You don’t have a class at this time so you have an hour of free time to plan and do whatever it is you need to do.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

You close your eyes and rest your hands on the counter, “We work here, Harry.” You laugh slightly and shake your head, “What do you want?”

He doesn’t say anything for a little while and you turn around to look at him.

“Oh, you were talking to me.” He raises his eyebrows and smirks, “You’re easy to mess with, y/n.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You cross your arms and lean back against the counter.

“That, right there.” He point and sits down at the table, kicking his feet up on the chair in front of him, “You don’t like to have fun, you take everything so seriously.”

You roll your eyes, “I have fun. You should see my classroom. The kids love me.”

“I’m not talking about in the classroom, y/n. I know you’re a good teacher. I saw that again today with the kids who were arguing over that stupid scavenger hunt.”

“It’s not stupid.” You defend, “The kids love it, and so do I.”

“Yeah, is that why you put my necklace down on the list for them to find it?”

You freeze and slowly look up at him, speechless.

“Yeah, I know about that.” He sets his water bottle down and stands up, walking over to you.

“Do you like my necklace y/n?” He looks down at you and you look at the beads around his neck before looking up at him, “I do.”

He smirks and brushes hair from your face, “Why?”

You shrug, “I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.”

He wants you to tell him.

So you do.

“It’s hot. Very, very sexy.” You lick your lips, “I love it.”

“You don’t really hate me, do you y/n?” Harry lays a hand on your neck. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him touching you, “I don’t.”

“Do you like when I touch you?”

You nod, “I do.”

He brings his other hand between your legs, slipping it up your skirt, “You’re getting wet.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “What do you expect?”

He chuckles, “Might just have to take care of that for ya.” He moves your panties to the side, sliding two or his fingers inside of you.

You gasp and bite down on to your lip as your hands grip the counter.

“Feel good?” Harry asks in a hushed tone.

You nod, “Y-yeah.”

He leans in and kisses up your neck slowly as he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of you. Your eyes move to the door, noticing that it’s not locked, “H-Harry.. the door.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He looks up at you, “We’ll be fine.” He winks and leans in, pressing his lips to yours, “Just gotta make it quick, yeah?”

You nod and moan quietly as his fingers curl and his thumb presses against your clit, moving with the thrusts of his fingers.

“Fuck, Harry.” You grip his biceps and clench around him, releasing some of the tension that he had built up inside of you.

“Did you like that?” He asks as he pulls his fingers out and dropping to his knees, “You have such a nice pussy.”

He pushes one of your legs up and presses his tongue flat against your cunt, slipping his tongue in and out as his fingers grip your thigh.

He gives you no warnings so you slam your hands down on the counter, tilting your head back as he works his tongue, “Fuck. Fuck, shit.”

You press the palm of your hand to the back of his head, holding his head there as you fight back the urge to scream his name. You let out small whimpers with a few moan slipping out here and there.

He gets you to cum again, this time on his face and his moans are muffled against you. He leans back, setting your leg down and he stands up, “You have my cock aching, love.”

You smirk slightly, your chest still rising and falling quickly.

“Turn around for me.”

You turn around and rest your arms on the counter as Harry pushes up your skirt. He gets himself out of his pants and rubs the head of his cock against your wet cunt before sliding himself in.

“Oh fuck, y/n. If I would have know you felt this fucking good, I would have gotten you alone sooner.” He groans and grips your hips.

You clench and unclench around him, moaning into your arm as you adjust. You move your hips back into his, “Fuck, Harry please.”

He grips your hips tighter and starts thrusting. His thrusts are fast but very pleasurable. You bite down on your arm as you knock stuff over with the other one.

Harry reaches up, taking your ponytail and wraps it around his hand. He pulls your head back and watches what he can see of your face. Your eyes are shut and your mouth is open.

You know you should, but you don’t care if anyone walks in.

Harry has you like putty in his hand.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, “I’m gonna cum already. Fuck.”

You whine and dig your fingers into the counter, “H-ha-“ you gasp and grip his cock with your walls. He feels your push pulsating around his cock and that’s enough for him.

He pushes his cock deeper into you, coating your walls with his cum.

He leans up, grabbing the knocked over paper towel roll and chuckles as he rips a few off. He wipes both you and him off as he pulls out and fixes your panties before pulling your skirt back down and smoothing it out.

He puts himself away and fixes his clothes before giving you a light pat to the ass, “I’ll be over later on tonight. Thank god it’s Friday, right?” He chuckles and you turn around to look at him.

You can’t help but smirk and shake your head, “You’re something else.” You take your hair down and run your fingers through it.

He fixes the stuff you knocked over on the counter and turns to you, “You should let your hair down more, it’s pretty like that.” He walks over to you, pressing a kiss to your lips, “See you later.”

He walks over and grabs his water bottle.

The door opens and one of the English teachers smiles at Harry, “Hey, Mr. Styles, have a good lunch?”

“Yeah,” He looks back at you, “I sure did.” He winks before leaving the lounge and you press your fingers to your lips.

“Hello, y/n.” She smiles at you and you nod, “Hey.”

You grab your lunch and quickly make your way back to your classroom.

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[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

This is my first ever Curtis fic. PLEASE BE NICE!

Mob Boss Curtis Everett x Reader

Warnings: Cheating and cursing.

You sat in the living room, with your legs started shaking and your heart beating so hard. Anger spread through your veins, and tears fell down your delicate face.

In front of you, were photos that was sent to you, from an unidentified sender. The photos made you angry. His lips on the girl, hands around her ass, an other things that made you scream.

You should have seen this coming, he's a crime boss, in fact the bosses of all the families. He kept telling you that he wouldn't hurt you and vow to never cheat. And yet, here you are. He's a lying piece of scumb bag, just like your father. You never understood why your mother chose to stay with the fucker.

The door opened and closed. You heard his shoes echoing through out the large mansion and you sat up. You heard him take his jacket off and he entered the living room, where you were.

His smile quickly faded, as he saw the look on your face. You stared at him, waiting for him to answer to you. But of course he gave you a look of concern.

Your not stupid.

"Want to tell me something?" You asked, crossing your arms against your chest.

He walked towards you and he tried to touch you, but you backed away.

"Honey, you need to tell me what's wrong?" He told you. You turned around grabbed one of the photos and slammed it against his chest. You watched his take the picture and he froze.

"Who is she?" You asked. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"CURTIS EVERETT, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE!" You yelled, turning and headed for the mini bar. You then poured yourself a glass of vodka. You chugged the vodka down, felt the burn down your throat.

"Honey, I'm sorry." Curtis said, taking a stand behind you. You felt him place his hands onto his shoulders and you turned around.

"You slept with her didn't you?" You asked, knowing what the answer was.

Curtis just stood there, with his eyes avoiding you.

Boom

Something in you exploded and you threw the glass across the room and letting it shatter against the wall. Leaving Curtis in utter shock.

"She works at the club-"

"You promised me Curtis! Why-just-WHY!" You yelled. Curtis whipped his faced and sighed.

"I didn't mean- I- I just don't know how. She came into my office, and she just went for it. I tried to push her away, but it just happened." He mumbled.

Again, your not stupid and you know he's only telling half the truth.

"I know there is more. How many times did you fuck her?" You asked, glaring at him. Curtis broke and went on his knees and hugged your legs.

Oh he fucked up.

"The photos, you took her to dinner! When I'm at home waiting for your ass to get here? And you canceled a trip, so you can fuck her brains out at a fucking hotel?!" You said, as you tried to kick him off of you, but he held on to you.

"Curtis your know what's going to happen." You said. Curtis looked directly at you.

"No-" Curtis started, as he got up from the ground.

"No, its a mistake and I love you. I want you, and I want to fix this."

"A promise is a fucking promise Curtis. You broke the ultimate rule." You said, as you walked passed him and headed towards the stairs. He ran after you, grabbing you, and nailed you against the wall, next to the stairs.

"Yes I did break our promise. But I need you, I don't know how, but I can't have you leave me." Curtis said.

You glares at him once more and you slapped him hard on his face. The pushing him off you ran for the stairs and to the bedroom. You slammed the door shut and locked it. You grabbed what you could and went out the door. The moment you went out, you heard Curtis throwing glass and screaming.

The moment you went down and headed towards the garage, Curtis's footsteps were hot on his heels. The garage opened and you went into your car. Curtis tried to open the door, but you put it on lock.

As you backed out, he still tried his best to stop you, but you didn't stop and continued. As you drove off, he chased you up to the gate and he stopped.

It hurt, as you drove off. But he cheated and broke the ultimate rule.

#curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x female reader #chris evans character fanfiction #curtis everett angst #curtis everett au

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Tw bugs, specifically maggots

Folks of all stripes, may I present to you,

Fly Eggs

Or

Arcee's adventure in roadkill and self care

It starts when she runs over some roadkill on a blind corner, common on the open road, especially in the Adirondack mountains of Vermont.

Unfortunately, it was something big, probably a moose or deer, so she couldn't quite avoid it. She shuddered as ... it ... squished under her tires. It seemed to explode under the force of her tires. Whatever it was, it was big and covered the road. She can feel just the barest kind of resistance from bones, but those bend and break under her weight, too.

It was the hottest part of the summer, and by the time highway patrol got their sanitation trucks out to clean up roadkill, it was often rotting along as if it had been left for weeks.

Jack patted the handlebars soothingly. "Yeah, sorry about that, Arcee. That can't feel good under your tires."

"No, Jack, no, it doesn't. Now you can see why we don't eat other creatures?"

"Yeah, but that was already rotting. But a nice, juicy steak, from a good farm and greenhouse raised veggies. Mmhh. Yum. Thanks for buying me lunch earlier. "

"Well, I guess humans are omnivores."

"Exactly"

They left the road and onto a dirt parking lot for a local trail, the gore still trailing off Arcee's tires. It had splattered all over her, likely some sort of deer or moose, maybe even an illegally dumped exotic pet. Jack swore he heard it pop under Arcee's tires, the splatter even soaking onto his own jeans.

The parking lot was empty, so Arcee called a ground bridge, and they both went inside.

Jack went into Fowler's office to grab a duffle bag of spare clothes to change. The human sized showers still work, and the water heater was better than the one Jack had in his own house. Had to be, in order to have enough hot water to bathe five alien robots that nine times out of ten came back covered in muck and vehicon guts.

Arcee flung splattered gore everywhere as she transformed to Ratchet's displeasure. She didn't even wait for his lecture, yelling that she would clean it up as soon as she got rid of the rest of it.

She scrubbed at every speck she could find, making a mental note to have Jack wash her later. She didn't like having his hands in and on her outside of the seat and handlebars, but there were times where she was having a really bad day and they had to intercept a patrol and no matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn't quite feel clean.

Then Jack would hook up the hose and get the good, expensive specialty cleaning stuff. June bought her, and they would talk, and she would try not to think about how this whole thing shouldn't happen.

She was a grown woman that had to be talked to like a sparkling, by a sparkling, in order to get the gore that she wanted off her body off her. Why are basic care tasks so hard when you have lost too much. Why do little hands both hurt her, remind her of spider-hissing-

too-many-legs-can't-vent-TAILGATE! Arcee collapsed onto her knees, turning the comfortable, warm shower into a cold freeze, too cold, like-ice-in-every-seam-like-tiny-fingers.

Arcee could feel her blades pop out of her arms, and she turned off the water before the delicate components could get rusted and ruined.

She dried them carefully before closing them and finally stepping out of the shower, ignoring the feeling of being watched trailing down her back. She could feel an itch under her plates, but wrote it off as feeling a little jumpy from the panic episode. She went to bed for the night, content to forget about the whole thing.

She did, and so did Ratchet. For several weeks, Arcee avoided the wash racks like she usually did whenever her mental health took a nosedive.

That day, she walked down the hallway to that little training area that Bumblebee had made her as normal. It was nice and quiet, away from everyone, yet she could hear for anyone who needed her.

She started to run through all the basic moves, still feeling that weird itch. She moved on to practicing her kicks and jumps. She was just about to free the dummies' head from its body for the fifth time when she felt something leak from her hips. She looked down to see a reddish brown mush leaking along with a few specks of white. When she could feel the specks move, her head swam, and her eyes cut out.

"Arcee? Arcee!"

"Jack, get back and let me work."

"Ratchet, those are fly eggs."

"There you go Arcee, follow the light."

Arcee woke up on Ratchet's exam table, his flashlight in her eyes.

"I have good news and bad news." Ratchet said, giving Arcee a container of the fly eggs and maggots that he had taken from her hip. "Good news is, it's completely treatable. The bad news is that I don't have the equipment to treat it noninvasively with my own two hands. This can only really be done by human hands. Luckily, I am sure June and Jack can provide good care. You will have to consent to me giving them your scans, but they should be able to do it by sight, too. I can sedate and alt mode lock you, too, if being conscious of it is too much. Either way, I will supervise completely and start to finish."

Arcee started to panic. She knew now that transforming was the worst thing she could have done. Now they were closer inside her. Now they were too deep for Ratchet to get in robot mode, at least not all in one shot. Her arm blades popped out on reflex, and her head started to spin.

Ratchet grabbed a cable from the bed she was sitting on and inserted it into her wrist. The mild mood enhancer, that they didn't have enough of to start her on regularly, did its job fast. Her mind started to clear, the dose perfected on trial and error, keeping her awake but out of the spiral she was in.

Jack saw Ratchet use it on her sometimes, especially after getting a good supply of it off the Harbinger.

After a few more minutes of it, Ratchet cut the feed and swapped it with a sedative. He got all the eggs and maggots and decay he could find, knowing that there was more deeper in her.

Arcee woke up in her own bed.

She remembered what he said, the panic from a few hours ago mostly gone.

Now that she could think, it made sense. The spin of her tires covered themselves with fluids and gore that she could have easily cleaned off when she got back to base again, but she was a lot less likely to think of all the eggs and gore kicked up into her underside.

Eggs. She had bug eggs in her body, almost microscopic to her.

She felt her arm blades slide out yet again and forced them back into her.

"Yes, give Jack the scans. I want them gone."

Ratchet nodded. "OK then. Do you want them to do it here, at the house, or at a car wash in town?"

"Here. Just be fast." Arcee was starting to panic again, calmed by Jack patting her foot.

Under Ratchet's careful instructions, she transformed and rolled into the wash rack. Ratchet turned on the shower in the next stall for some privacy. He refused to tell anyone, including Optimus, what they were doing in the shower, just that it was medically necessary and not to bring it up again.

June was called, and she brought changes of clothes, disposable masks, gloves (both of the gardening varieties and a box of sterile ones to put on top of them), various toothbrushes of varying softness from their bathroom closet, rags, old towels, and some cheap car soap, all in an old trash can stuffed into a washbasin.

"So, Arcee, I heard you got the closest thing to lice a bot can get?" June said, setting down the trash can.

Arcee was confused. "What's lice?"

"A mostly harmless bug that young kids can get when they trade hats or share brushes. They lay eggs in a kid's hair, and that's usually the first sign they are there. Treatment? A bath, of course. Jack used to get them all the time when he was in elementary school. It's nothing too worrying, and by what Ratchet said, we will be doing the same here today. Everything here will either be thrown out or sanitized, so don't worry about what we are doing. Just relax, and let us help you." June explained, throwing an old beach towel over her seat and taking a few toothbrushes out of their packages and setting them on top of it.

Ratchet picked up the bottle of soap and searched up the brand name. "This soap should work. Why didn't you just bring the stuff you usually use?"

"Because then she would fight us even more the next time she came home smelling like vehicon corpses." Jack said. "Her lack of self care is worse than June in the weeks after dad left us."

"Wait, Jack's father left you?" Arcee asked.

"Yes, unfortunately. Messy divorces would do that to you. Having a ten year old who came home with lice twice a month didn't really help."

"Hey! It's not like I could have helped it!" Jack fake pouted, pulling on both pairs of gloves and a mask.

Ratchet used a tool shaped like a thin crowbar to remove and loosen Arcee's outer plating around her headlights and windshield, revealing the soft protoform underneath.

Ratchet handled the disconnected plates to June to scrub in the washbasin.

It was then both Jack and Ratchet realized how deep Arcee's struggles with self care really went.

The protoform was filthy, with rotting leaves, bits of vehicon viscera, dots of dried energon, and, of course, small clusters of dead fly eggs from the decayed deer. They had started near her head and neck, taking it all in sections, with plans to take breaks between each section.

There were healed cracks in her protoform everywhere, a few of which had burned fly eggs stuck in them. Ratchet took an interest in those, sitting on the floor and taking out a pair of magnifying lenses out of his subspace. He stuck them onto his face, taking a rag and dousing it with soap and water. He wiped away most of the grime, taking out some tweezers and removing the debris from the cracks.

"Jack, it looks like all of these are well healed, but don't touch the protoform without gloves. All the energon I can see is inert and harmless, but be careful. That goes for you, too, Jane." He said, stowing the soiled tweezers and getting up, his joints creaking.

Jack and June got to work, cleaning out the fly eggs. They took out any bits of vehicon gore with tongs or had Ratchet step in. Multiple times, Optimus had knocked on the door with questions of Arcee's wellbeing, always being chased away by Ratchet before Arcee heard. She wasn't quite enjoying her bath, but wasn't hating it either. She melted when June used a soft toothbrush just on the inside of her plating, and having Jack scrape off the dried energon wasn't the best feeling in the world.

Eventually, her clean front passed Ratchet's inspection, and for a few minutes, she was slightly less exposed to the world.

Unfortunately, she would not stay covered up for long.

Under Ratchet's guidance, Jack moved the panels that made up Arcee's hips. He opened them to reveal…

… So many maggots everywhere, squirming and wriggling for food that can't be found, like a single wriggling mass.

Thousands of little eggs and larva all throughout her, starving yet incubated in the perfect temperature controlled insides.

Arcee revved her engine nervously, her plating shaking. Ratchet bent down and took something out of his subspace. He clamped it onto Arcee's front wheel. Arcee attempted to roll forward, out of Jack's reach. The clamp caused her to stall, unable to move. June gave her a pat on her seat and took Jack's spot.

"Arcee, I will handle this part. Jack, could you crouch down and check her underside?" June said, handing him a clean toothbrush and throwing the bundled up contents of the now dirty beach towel into the emptied washbasin.

Jack cleaned out all the cracks and crevices while June scooped out maggots and eggs by the handful.

"Ugh, this must be awful for you, Arcee, having us rooting around in your systems for maggots. I think we will be finishing up soon. Jack, how's it going?"

"Buggy, but better than I was expecting. Not much left. Pass me the hose?"

Arcee braced herself for the hose, still not ready for the stream of warm water against her internals. She squeaked as she felt a few stray maggots drown and fall out.

"Arcee, everything looks fine on my end. Mom?"

"Mine too. Just got two more - got it." June said, peeling off her gloves and throwing them in the washbasin. "Ratchet, this is your show now."

Ratchet had Arcee transform and check her over for any stray maggots. Not finding any, he helped her out of the showers and into her own room to get some rest.

Ratchet threatened bloody murder if Miko disturbed Arcee in any way. She wisely made her guitar disappear.

The phantom feeling of the bugs' movement lasts for weeks after Arcee's cleaning. She just can't get the feeling of maggots under her skin to leave her.

The next time she dreams of Tailgate, he has maggots spilling out of his wounds.

#robogore

[pepperdog131]

Chapter 1

Chapter One - A look into a regular day for a regular girl

I look down and move my smoking hands off the sticks to see if the marks are there again, and sure enough, they’re there. There is a dark black and bumpy texture along where I had previously been holding the sticks. I let out a sigh. ‘At least the fire alarm didn’t go off this time’ I think to myself. I quickly slip the sticks into the pocket in the drawer, where no one could see the burns. 

I pretend to put the cases on the instruments to avoid drawing attention from my fellow percussionists. I see all the other kids putting their clarinets, flutes, trumpets, french horns and tubas in their cases. I don’t understand why I chose to take band. Even before I had started I  knew this might happen, as it most always does.

The bell rang and the kids run out the door. I wait back in the roped off section of the band room for percussionists only. Once most of the kids are gone I start to walk out, careful not to touch anyone in case I’m still hot enough to burn them. I was almost to the door when she heard her name being called. “Cyra Davis. Please come see me in my office.” I have a brief    

moment of panic when the band teacher calls for me, but I know he’s kind, even to the “trouble kids”. I try to calm the fidgeting in my hands as I walk over to his office, looking down at my shoes. “Come on, chin up,” Mr. Johansson says with a sliver of humor in his voice. I only looked further down to my necklace with the little fiery hammer on it. “Come on, show me those eyes!” I move my eyes, that so resembled fire, to meet his. “There we are. Now, Mr. Kent just wanted me to tell you that a slot in his engineering class is open, if you want it.” My heart skips a beat. I love engineering, but then I remember the problem with the sticks and can only imagine what might happen if I tried using power tools. “Um… I’m sorry but I don’t think that’ll work out…” I mumble. Mr. Johansson gives me a slightly sympathetic look but says only “alright, you best get yourself home.” It was the word “home” that did it. I start to have the intrusive thoughts, no, memories, and the tears sting my eyes. I quickly look down and notice I am subconsciously grabbing at my necklace. I give my head a shake and walk out of the room, quickly and slyly grabbing the drumsticks I had previously burnt. I walk over to my locker. Once opened, it revealed two piles. One, with perfectly good drumsticks and the other, with crispy and burnt drumsticks. I grab a pair of the fresh ones and put the ones I had burnt in the other pile. 

I was back in the band room swapping out the sticks when it happened. I was just putting the sticks in the pocket when the room exploded with fire and as I was thrown back. I hit my head on the timpani’s, knocking me unconscious.

#PJO #Fanfiction #Percy #Jackson #PercyJackson

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

It's a bit angsty, but I love angst too much. The skeletons brothers are walking in the street when a car willingly charged them and hit one of them. It's a guy that hate monsters who is driving. What are the other brothers doing? For who you want.

Undertale Sans and Papyrus - He tried to teleport both Papyrus and him out of the way but wasn't fast enough, so Papyrus pushed him out of the way and got hit instead. Sans is stunned on the sidewalk, but quickly gets up, screaming his brother's name. The car is already far away, and Papyrus is lying on the ground, already circled with passer-by who already call for rescue. Papyrus is in pain, but he's still conscious and tries to comfort his brother despite everything as Sans is slowly panicking. The ambulance take the both of them, Sans needs to calm down and he's not feeling well at all. Papyrus will be fine. He's strong and managed to go out of this with only a broken arm. Undyne is already looking for the culprit, and she is pissed.

Underswap Sans and Papyrus - Blue runs out of the way the second he realised what's happening, but Honey just stays frozen in fear and Blue could only scream when he flew on several meters like a ragdoll. Blue lets random people run to his brother and he's going for the antimonster guy. He rips the car door off and throws him on the ground with his blue magic, trembling with anger. It takes five police officers to convince to let go and not kill him. Blue calms down eventually and goes to his brother, who is badly hurt, but thankfully a strong monster healer was close and managed to rise his HP.

Underfell Sans and Papyrus - Thanks to Edge reflexs, Red only scrapes his back a little as Edge throw him against the wall. Though, the guy made a terrible mistake as both of them can still walk. Edge is in a terrible mood and won't hesitate to throw their assaulter against a wall and beat them up until they can't stand up. Red is cheering behind him.

Horrortale Sans and Papyrus - Both of them got hit actually, not fast enough. Willow hugged his brother just before the impact, which managed to save his life. They are both hurt, but Oak's injuries are superficial. Willow, though, can't feel his legs anymore. Oak is panicking, trying to help him standing up but his brother is just screaming in pain and he's in distress. Thank god, Toriel was actually about to meet them and comes quickly to help them. She takes Oak out of here so the rescuers can help his brother, and uses her magic to sedatate the skeleton, who's about to attack the rescuers. Willow ends paralyzed and very sour, but he's alive, and he's happy his brother is fine at least. Oak doesn't feel the same though. He thinks he's terrible and useless, as he didn't do anything to avoid this.

Swapfell Sans and Papyrus - Nox used magic on his brother and throw him against a wall, and got hit instead. As he's whining in pain on the ground, he can see the car slowly getting back on track, then speed to end the job. Rus comes out of nowhere and creates a shield. The car flips in the air, crashes somewhere behind them and explodes. Rus takes his brother in his arms and teleports to the hospital. Nox is in bad shape, but he had worst. He'll be fine eventually. He's impressed with his brother though.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[titles-for-tangents]

So like one of the neatest little things I noticed in the 2021 anime movie Belle was the concept of pain detection on your smart phone and just…the medical implications of that.

HOLY SHIT, DUDE

I know it’s fairy tale; so the pain and passion in one’s “heart” is just as real as Suzu tripping and smack-landing on her forehead, making her Belle icon look like a nonplussed, blinking traffic light; I STAN

But like…imagine dealing with chronic pain all your life, like Stage 3 endometriosis, and nobody in your family, school, or doctor’s office takes you seriously, and you go through life SO fucking gaslit, and then you log into U and your icon just starts going berserk with pain notifications.

And other people on the net start noticing your pain notifications and no, you’re not just bitching for attention. GURL YOU NEED A NEW DOCTOR

It’s the kind of thing that seems like it can be hacked, but is integral to linking into the net, so how would you fake it? People would, of course, but how?

I do actually really like in the film how the concept of how the technology actually works gets hand-waved; it’s more about how aesthetically close it is to ours that it implies the story takes place in a very recognizable, very near future. Still, I was wondering how Belle’s leg movements, dancing, turning, and walking in general, are supposed to be done. (We see her having done the concert in bed under the covers, for example, which is a MOOD for the record.) This goes for the Beast as well, who’s a ruthless martial artist. We do see the majority of a person’s movements can be replicated in an avatar from at least the waist up. HOLY SHIT. Depending on a case-by-case situation of course, can you help a disabled person walk by back-feeding that information of walking into them? Could you hack your way past chronic fatigue and move when your brain and immune system don’t want you to? Could you in theory hook this up to a bedridden patient who’s questionably conscious and see how they fare in U? HOLY SHIT, DUDE!

Better still, to take a note from the movie, what if you saw in the silence of your room a friend’s icon just explode with pain notifications? And you’d be like, OMG WERE YOU IN A CAR ACCIDENT?! ARE YOU OKAY?!! How does the technology measure pain? How painful does it have to be before it appears on your phone? Can it detect something you haven’t noticed yet? Like imagine if it keeps blinking and you figure you got hacked, so you change your password and stuff, but then it keeps coming up? And when you’re like UGH FINE I’LL GO TO A DOCTOR and they’re like, “Uhhh ma’am you just narrowly avoided having a stroke.”

Another question for our cyberpunk future: would the devs at U at least partially own the records of you being in pain? Isn’t that private to you alone unless you vouch to share it, like anything else private to you? Can’t that be used in the court of law? (Probably. “I love him, your honor.” “You’re not just lying, you’re hacking, and letting it do the acting for you.”)

But also, bringing it back to the movie, Suzu is clearly suffering a kind of manageable, but terribly isolated pain - the pain of loss. It’s so deeply rooted it takes the entire film to heal. So the technology in the film, at that point in time, can only detect acute pain and passion, not really long-term pain and passion. The kind that overwhelms you, takes you over, makes it the magnet of your focus in that moment, but not your existence overall.

It would also imply, I would think, the ability to detect strong emotions in someone who may not exhibit them easily or well, but holy shit dude that is some Blade Runner Voigt-Kampff test right there, and the subject of a whole other article.

#belle spoilers #sort of #belle 2021 #pain #pain management #chronic pain #technology #long posts #anime movies #anime