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highmarc · 1 year

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The Yule ball letter mess. // Extra.

@jazzellen came up with the idea for this one! Thank you so much~

DISCLAIMER:

English is my… what? Third language. I’m not good at writing longer pieces and I’m well aware that my grammar skills and punctuation, well, suck. So I sincerely apologize for any mistakes you can encounter while reading this.

Yet I really hope this makes you smile a little or just helps brighten your day a bit!

Sebastian had to be sneaky. Ominis had to be even sneakier. Both letters presumably delivered and read. Now everything they hope for is MC’s owl. But something goes wrong. Terribly wrong.

Sebastian fell asleep writing an essay. Potions. He hated it, but he had to write at least something to sate Professor Sharp’s growing appetite. Who needed a 15-inch essay on elixirs when a ball – the ball – was approaching? The letters he wrote – some were just ugly and some barely recognizable – made him yawn, then every line was blurry. The quill fell on the desk first. Sebastian’s weary head followed after.

He dreamt of home, freshly baked bread and his smiling sister.

But the dream didn’t last long enough – an owl woke him up. It simply tossed an envelope into his sleepy face, poor Sebastian didn’t even have time to open his eyes properly. Some say that owls mimic their owners. This one did for sure.

– Wait… is that?

Sebastian yawned as he gazed upon the owl and the letter it had brought. The owl. MC sent the owl! The bare thought of it made the young man smile. Sallow quickly stood up as if he wasn’t even sleeping a minute ago. He studied the envelope. Then looked at the bird who brought it in such…an interesting manner.

– Ominis’s owl? What are you doing here, buddy? – the owl pecked his finger as soon as he reached out his hand to touch it.

– Ouch. Your master’s owl, I see.

Sebastian sighed and quickly opened the envelope – he didn’t see a point in waiting any longer.

As he passed his eyes over the letter… he gasped and couldn’t believe it. It was Ominis’s letter to MC.

Dear Mc.

I hope I don’t scare you with this letter – the last time I wrote you something was … during an unfortunate time. But everything is different now - I am different.

Sebastian scoffed and rolled his eyes.

– Well yooou don’t say.

Although I can’t properly express myself with words, I hope this letter can. Over these past months I’ve come to realize that I care for you. Not only as a friend. But as something…. somebody more?

Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat. His friend has feelings for his other friend whom he himself fancies a lot.

It made him laugh somehow. Ominis – the one who was stoic and never understood love and “those stupid couples making out in every corner, ewww”, was in love. Oh, Sebastian saw the potential for teasing here! He was ready to start calling his friend a “lovebirdie”, but something deep inside… really hurt him.

This may well be the last chance for me to ask you – will you go to the Yule ball with me? I’m well aware that dancing is not for me, and all in all I am not the best suitable partner for you, but I can’t imagine someone else but you beside me.

Well, I’m starting to sound just like those other letters you’ve received recently. I hope we will be able to discuss everything later.

The last lines of the letter seemed to be written in a hurry – “Meet me in the Undercroft. Tonight”.

-I’ll be there, Ominis. This I promise. My lovebirdie sir! Prepare thine kissable lips!

Sebastian chuckled and made his way to the Undercroft, waltzing. He could never miss a chance to annoy the Gaunt.

Ominis was in the library when he received a letter. His hands and legs were shaking – he was never this nervous. This whole “love and feelings” thing was completely alien to him. He never thought that he would eventually fall in love. But he did. And with one of his friends no less.

MC was kind and caring and everything… and Leander was thinking about it all the time? Nonsense! He, Ominis, wrote a better letter and it is bound to impress MC. He was sure. Perhaps… Maybe?

He carefully opened the envelope – making sure not to cut his sensitive fingers – and scanned the letter with the wand. The letters ran through his mind.

Mc.

I’ve been meaning to talk to you in person and not to send you an army of owls to your room BUT.

I can’t get it off my mind.

One question – WILL YOU GO TO THE YULE BALL WITH ME?

The last lines were also added in a hurry: “Let’s discuss your favourable answer later in the Undercroft”.

Ominis was shocked. He blushed at the thought of his friends being this close to each other. But something deep inside made him… really angry. Why didn’t his oldest friend open up about his feelings towards someone? Towards MC. The MC he fancied too.

– Is this… Sebastian’s… Oh Merlin’s beard. I’ll shove it in his happy face.

He smiled to these words. But the smile was rather… unnerving.

Sebastian and Ominis met each other on the way to the Undercroft. How fortunate – one might think.

But it was mostly UNfortunate – a storm was brewing between the two of them.

– Hey, lovebirdie, flying on the wings of love, I see? – asked Sebastian in a cocky manner.

– Did you eat jealousy for dinner or what? – Ominis scoffed.

– You sent them a letter.

– So did you.

– How do you…

– I know it because I read the letter.

– Was it your doing then? Your owl- – Sebastian clenched his fists in anger.

– No. What now? Are you going to beat me? Well go ahead then!

Thankfully, MC was not only gifted with the rarest ability to see and wield ancient magic. They also possessed a gift of making timely appearances. They ran towards the friends and stood between the two of them, smiling and hiding their anxiety.

– Oh. I see you both liked the surprise. Care to explain what this was all about? The owls, the letters?

– I-erm…– Sebastian wanted to explain everything. But not a single word came out of his mouth.

Ominis sighed and frowned.

– I’m sorry you had to hear that. We just wanted-

– Oh I know what you wanted. My room is now a mess – thanks to your owls! They were fighting – just like you two. And I’ll have to clean that up tonight. I wanted to disappear forever because I was so embarrassed in front of my roommates. You can’t even imagine-

– I-erm.. We can help you and you’ll be ready before the ball-

– No you can’t, Sebastian.

– Girl’s dormitory. – Ominis nodded.

Sallow looked down and asked all of a sudden:

– Then what is your answer?

– Pardon?

– Will you go to the ball with me or with Ominis?

MC laughed and let out a sigh.

– I will go with neither of you.

– Then, – Sebastian gasped.

– Imelda Toadstools, – said MC mimicking Sebastian. – You’ll have to go together. You and Ominis. Maybe you’ll finally talk to each other like friends do.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #mygrEmmErisBeT

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oh-three · 7 months

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Ahsoka S1E7

Oh, hello, Coruscant.

Oh no, Hera's on trial.

"I protected the New Republic by ignoring you." Lmfao.

AYY, Mando S3 mention. Thanks, Teva.

THREEPIO! Talk about unexpected cameos. Nice to see that Anthony Daniels is still hard at work.

Leia is such a lifesaver oh my god.

Hera, you are so lucky.

"How real is the threat of Thrawn's return?" Yeahhhhh, you don't wanna know.

ANAKIN HOLOGRAM.

"Practice these forms often...Or at least more than I do." Lmao Anakin.

Anakin had so much faith in Ahsoka, I love him.

"He made twenty more of these recordings." Lmao. Why am I not surprised.

Huyang has no faith in the purrgil navigation lol. 😂

I forgot how cool it is to watch purrgil come out of hyperspace.

WELP. I mean, Thrawn did want the purrgil wiped out. At least they know they're in the right place now? lol

Question: how did Thrawn deploy so many mines so quickly?

What are the chances Ahsoka & Huyang pull an Obi-Wan and fake their destruction to get those fighters off their backs?

INQUISITORIAL DATABASE. HELLO.

THE LOOK ON THRAWN'S FACE WHEN HE READ ANAKIN'S NAME. HE KNOWS.

The way Ahsoka realized that Morgan found Thrawn

Ooooh, Sabine's told Ezra about the fall of the Empire.

"The usual level [of complicated] or worse?" Always a good question.

"Great Mothers, I'm in need of your assistance." He's so scared lmao.

Ahsoka talking to Sabine through the Force >>>

HOLY SHIT, THE MOTHERS SENSED THEM USING THE FORCE.

"Friends of yours?" The best sarcastic line ever.

Oooof, Baylan's leaving Shin. Sound last advice though.

"If Lord Baylan proves capable-" Sir, Lord Baylan has abandoned you.

Omg, Ezra made the Noti slingshots. How adorable. (Seriously, the callback here, though)

Why. does this. remind me of cattle herding.

"Oh, not this again!" Ayyyy!

THE BANTER. LMFAO.

I don't see how fighting Baylan is currently helpful, but okay.

Ezra is back in action!! He doesn't even need a lightsaber, look at him.

HEY, DON'T RUIN MY BOY'S HAIR

Yeah, okay, ouch. That's a headache.

I thought Baylan just died for a sec there. He is way too accepting of the fact he just lost

The look on Thrawn's face when he realized Baylan abandoned them.

NICE TIMING, AHSOKA.

Ezra is a horrible negotiator

Well, Huyang's happy for once.

And Thrawn was worried about losses before. Rip, yeah, there go two crews.

"Acceptable" ???

Ahhh, it was a distraction, I see. Time was definitely lost, oh boy.

The way the night troopers are running to get on the ships and totally leaving Shin, the look on Shin's face as she realizes that they never cared about her.

HUG.

All these reunions make me wanna cry, man. These last few episodes have been everything.

"I think I might be going home after all." 😭

I am so happy for Ezra rn.

#ahsoka #ahsoka show #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka masterlist #star wars

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darkmagicmirror · 10 months

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OKAY SO my takes on the trailer things

First off, Aaravos is too fucking pretty, as we all know, u-u

I love him and also Viren, and I love that Viren is now apparition-visiting him! I'm guessing it's Aaravos tapping into his mind while he's in his dark magic fever dream. Or... perhaps not dreaming but still unconscious and just not able to physically wake up, you know.

And then!!! Really impressive magic. This being overlaid with Aaravos saying Claudia is "far more powerful" makes me think that Aaravos has taught her this higher level of magic skills, during the 2 year timeskip, and he's THAT confident because he knows what she can do now. He definitely knows he's taught her something big that we, the audience, don't know about, and perhaps that Viren doesn't know yet... I'm willing to bet he taught her magic that is all but forgotten otherwise, or just very rare!

And what kind of magic is she using? It's presumably Dark Magic, but unlike any we've seen before. The purple color also reminds me of the Star Primal, though it wouldn't make sense for her to use Star magic. It should be too difficult. At the same time, though, Aaravos is probably the one being in Xadia that could teach anyone Star magic, and the Star Arcanum does deal with teleporting... she looks like she's controlling the flow of the water at first, but in the last couple screencaps, it almost looks like it's coming out of nowhere.

I still theorize that Dark Magic connects to different Primal Sources, so I suppose it could technically be both, anyway. Less of a direct use of Primal Magic but still something unique that Aaravos taught her?

Also backing up just a second.

When they first revealed that Viren is still asleep, I worried he'd be asleep for the entire Season 5-- and I think that he's unconscious bodily while talking to Aaravos in his prison. However, in this Claudia-versus-water-dragon battle, Viren is awake!

Like in the screencap where you can see the water dragon swimming up, Viren and Sir Sparklepuff are sitting together on the boat. In the shot immediately after, it seems to be the same scene, and Viren is sitting up. Then we can also see Viren and Terry hiding behind some rocks right before Claudia fights, lmao.

And...

God, the "poof" is great x)

But actually, I think the line where he starts with mocking/teasing/however you interpret it about Viren having a few hours left to live might ultimately end up going before him explaining that he's about to be freed and Claudia's coming? I think Viren is unconscious there because of the apparition, but also because otherwise, Aaravos is just giving unnecessary info. And trailers put scenes and lines out of order, it's a thing that always happens. The Claudia-dragon battle is probably not in the same timeframe at all, but Aaravos narrating about Claudia's strength over it means something-- perhaps even that him saying that makes Viren think of that moment, since Viren clearly was awake and watching Claudia fight the dragon.

Also Aaravos's humor here doesn't strike me as mocking, personally... like the caption I saw was describing him as "mischievous", and that makes sense. Like if he's saying that, and then about to go into talking about how he's about to get released anyway and there's really nothing to worry about, it's sort of like a silly/dismissive joke.

Anyway, moving on--

Still crying because when I wrote about Claudia holding unconscious-Viren's hand in a fanfic, I didn't expect it to be canon, but it sure is! God, my heart,,

Also I think this diving scene must be from Viren's dream (he is wearing his Katolis clothing), but ouch!

Also in his dream, he was running past some doors and reaching, and then we have the part from the stills, and here he's reaching for Claudia-- and it reminds me of in early Season 4, when he talks about how he doesn't know if he wants to keep chasing after things. And the dream is reflecting that.

Does he feel like he's losing Claudia, or going to lose her, too? Why is she drowning?

(Then again, Claudia hints at feeling like she's drowning, in Lost Child, and of course water is just the big theme of the season... but I wonder what the personal significance is to Viren, if there is any, unless his brain just brought that imagery because they're on a boat?)

Also the quote Callum says, that they teased when they announced the trailer-- it sounds like poetry, almost prophetic. I wonder if they find that in a book, and Callum is reading the quote.

Anyway... I know I only have magefam and Aaravos thoughts in my head 24/7, so that's all u-u I have no idea what's going on for the rest of it, and no guesses there either, lmao, but that's okay, I know what I'm watching the show for :P

#tdp #the dragon prince #predictions #i guess??#my predictions based on the trailer #viren #aaravos #claudia #i only have predictions about them sorry #my posts

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queenshelby · 2 years

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SPANKED

Part Six: Pain

Pairing: Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader

Words: 1,445

Warning: BDSM, Rough Smut

Notes: Yes…I used some ideas from 50 Shades of Grey!

The following day, you were called into Thomas Shelby’s office again.

You hurried towards Tommy as you were told and stood in front of him before handing him the signed agreement.

“I took the liberty to include some clauses into the agreement. Please confirm you are happy with my revisions Mr Shelby” you smirked and Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle himself as he read through the amended agreement.

“I am not happy Love, but I will agree to them” he told you before signing the agreement himself.

“What birth control are you on?” he then asked.

“The implant. It was placed last year and you can do whatever you want to me in this regard” you reassured him.

“Very well then” Tommy said as his eyes drifted from your eyes to your ankles, slower than ever as if he was examining every cell.

“I guess that will do” he then said after which he went behind you.

You felt the tip of his finger draw a line ever so gently down the spine of your back, to the beginning of your butt crack, and then a sharp smack on your left cheek. From the shock, your toes raised and you let out a squeak.

“Take off your dress” he then ordered and you looked over your shoulder with some concern. Not only was the office building packed with people but also were you still rather sore from your previous encounter.

“But, Mr Shelby, it is in the middle of the day and I have some more accounts to prepare” you told him but he didn’t want to hear excuses.

“Do as I say Y/N” he said firmly and with an intimidating voice.

“Yes Mr Shelby” you said before complying with his request and, just as he had instructed you the day before, this time you weren’t wearing any underwear.

“It appears that you can follow instructions, eh? Well done” Tommy cooed as you stood in front of him naked now with your black dress pooled around your ankles.

“Of course I can sir” you confirmed as, suddenly, you felt Tommy’s finger tips squeezing into your breasts, pulling you against his body.

“Ouch” you gasped and, when your body was pressed against yours, you could feel a bulge fighting his trousers against your bum.

“I haven’t even started yet Love” Tommy whispered in your ear, which caused you to tingle in every known and unknown part of your body.

You let out your breath that you apparently held when he grasped your chest.

"Now it's time for something I brought with me this morning" he continued as he released your breasts. A black cloth appeared out of nowhere and blinded your sight, but his body was still pressed against yours. His hand went to the bend between your neck and shoulder and pushed downwards.

“Onto your knees Love” he then ordered and you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, feeling his fingers seep between the spaces in your loose hair.

You could feel that Tommy’s hand was coming from the side now, as he was moving to the front of your body. He gripped your hair tight, your head tilting upwards.

Then, you could feel something unfamiliar to you. It was something sharp and cold which he slowly began to wrap around your breasts and back like a harness.

It didn’t take him long to apply whatever it was. Clearly, he had done it before and, when, he tightened what appeared to be a knot, you shrieked.

“This, my Love, is only just the beginning. You will learn how to obey me and you will learn how to please me which, on occasion, will involve some discomfort on your end” Tommy told you as you felt your breasts being squished slightly.

“I used some rope on you, to act like a harness and now I will apply some nipple clamps. If you move or make a sound, I will tie your hands behind your back as well. Do you understand?” Tommy said firmly and, of course, you did.

“Yes Mr Shelby” you confirmed through watery eyes as you held back another shriek for each nipple clamp which he applied to your already tender breasts.

Then, you could hear his other hand unzipping his suit pants and taking them off single handedly. Occasionally the hand in your hair would tug one way and he would slightly move, but you kept your place.

After that, you felt what you knew to be his cock against your lips.

“Open up Love” Tommy instructed and you parted your lips and felt his cock slowly enter your mouth. As it entered, you allowed your tongue to explore every inch you received.

“Good girl. Now, let me fuck your throat just like last night” Tommy said as your tongue rolled around his thick member over and over again.

A moan of pleasure escaped his lips and your hair was pulled taunt through his fingers. He went in until he felt you gag, in which instinctively you drew your face away. He ordered through actions to stay when he pulled your face forward. You panicked slightly, your eyes watered, but soon his cock was withdrawing...but only to re-enter again.

“That’s it Love. Take it all the way into the back of your throat” Tommy said as he started pumping back and forth into your face.

You let one of your hands feel up to his cock, and began stroking what wasn't being thrust into your mouth. But this caused him only to go even deeper.

“Hands behind your back or I will tie them up” he told you as he began to fuck your mouth relentlessly. Your tongue continued to lap like crazy, and the better it felt to him, the harder he pulled your hair.

Suddenly you felt his fingertips tweak your right nipple again, pulling on the clamp, giving you tingles down to your excited pussy lips and making you moan on his cock and causing your juices to flow even more below.

"Oh, that's right, you like that, don’t you Love?” Tommy smiled at you.

“Hmm” you barely managed to respond for him in acknowledgement and continued your work, his fingers now pinching your nipples and pulling on your clamps more often now.

"Reach down to your pussy and check how much you're enjoying this Love. I bet you are soaking” Tommy groaned.

With your other hand, you reached between your slightly-spread thighs and felt your smooth-shaved mound. Your clit was so slippery it felt like you had already cum a million times.

"Are you wet Love? Show you your fingers” Tommy ordered and you raised your fingers into view, concentrating hard now on not being distracted.

“Such a naughty girl. Fuck yourself with two of your fingers now, but do not cum” Tommy ordered and you returned your hand to your pussy, slipping two fingers inside and rubbing your clit with your thumb. It felt amazing, but apparently you let your own pleasure overcome yourself too much as you felt your head being forced onto his cock harder than ever.

You struggled, but failed. You even groaned from the gagging.

"Don't stop. Keep your fingers going. But don’t fucking cum, eh" Tommy said again and your mind went from one thing to the next. Finger. Suck. Breathe. Suck. Finger.

Then, suddenly, you could feel Tommy’s cock throb and twitch. He was ready.

“I am going to cum in your mouth and I expect you to swallow it all” Tommy told you just before his hot and sticky cum spurted out of the head of his cock and straight into the back of your throat.

He groaned loudly and, whilst you tried to swallow it all, some of his sweet nectar seeped over the edges of your lips. You kept your eyes closed, and listened for instructions. His footsteps moved away for a second, and then you heard him.

“Take off your blindfold and get dressed” he said and your body stiffened. You hadn’t even had your release yet.

Without questioning him however, you complied with his instructions but, when you tried to reach for the rope and nipple clamps, he stopped you.

“No Love, they are staying on. Your dress will cover them up nicely” he said.

“How long for Mr Shelby?” you wondered.

“At least until tonight. Meet me at my house at 8 o’clock. This is my address” he said, handing you a piece of paper.

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monkiedude · 2 years

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My top 5 under-appreciated acting choices by Miles Teller in Top Gun: Maverick

So here is the thing—before this movie, I had literally never seen Miles Teller in anything except the Taylor Swift video. Seriously. None of the Divergent movies, none of the serious roles, and especially not Footloose, a remake I felt personally offended by. Joke’s on me, kids! Now I am sprinting my way through his IMDB and re-watch my 4 favorite Willard scenes on a daily basis (that boy does a very respectable southern accent). I’m honestly just really impressed by his acting and even though TGM is a life-ruiner I do appreciate it opening my eyes to that.

In that vein, here are my 5 fave moments from the movie where this kid acted his butt off:

1. When Mav calls out to him right before the first hop and he ignores him until it can’t be considered anything other than an order and he responds with the most insincere “yes, sir” in the universe. The closed-captioning should really just read “fuck the hell OFF” instead.

2. When Hangman asks him whether he can ask him a personal question…look, obviously, I have THOUGHTS about their relationship, but no matter how you interpret it, the way Miles conveys “even though I know the answer to this and I can’t believe I can still be surprised by you, but who the FUCK do you think you are?!” into the single line “That’s none of your business” is just. Chef’s kiss.

3. When Hangman starts laying into him in the classroom scene, starting with “you’re not. Flying. Fast enough” (also in which Glen Powell sees Matthew McConaughey’s Texas and says “hold my beer” and I giggle and giggle in glee). Right when Hangman says “you’re conservative, that’s all,” Miles looks up like “God help me, this condescending asshole,” and then nods to himself like, “yep, sounds about right,” and it’s just fabulous. (As an aside, SURELY Hangman would get in trouble for ignoring Mav like he did in that scene? Surely?)

4. The beach scene, when he offers his hand to help Mav up from being tackled, like. The complete lack of eye contact screams the negative respect he (tells himself he) has for Mav at this point, even if he’s still going to be a good dude himself and help the man. Don’t know whether this was Miles’ choice or if he was directed to do it, doesn’t matter: ouch.

5. When they’re in the F-14 and facing down the last enemy plane and he, like, note-for-note re-enacts Goose’s “this is NOT good”—same pitch, tone, vocal strain—from the original…someone did his homework.

And of course, since you can’t have 5 without a “+ 1”: *bonk*.

(In other news, hit me up about how surely there is some missing scene that covers Rooster’s completely understandable paranoia about flying over water, let alone ejecting over water, since they telegraphed the shit out of THAT!)

#miles teller #bradley rooster bradshaw #my thoughts I has them #top gun: maverick

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itsgoghtime · 1 year

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Howdy! Many many things have happened in the last couple days - mostly good things so that’s been nice - but of course, that has limited my time to write these posts that I’ve been so excited about! However, here we are together again, and this time, for:

S.O.S. - Chapter 6 : A Chair With Three Legs

Buckle up friends - this one is so good and it took me on the wildest ride

(for @nobody33333333 and @sophieswundergarten , as usual because you are the best)

“flsdkjafjfj” - my brain trying to wrap itself around all the things in this chapter because WOWZER its really good and is jam packed with so many things

First - I love all the Katie-Cat references. Brings me absolute joy. I also love that the Wetheralls have their ‘spot’ - GAH

All the ‘No One At The Wheel’ references - SO GOOD and so insightful even as Milligan starts getting his memory erased - kinda interesting that it begins with that almost every time too.

Milligan spending time in Kates first few formative years on the mainland with herrrrrrrr

I have many many thoughts about the reasons behind the words the kids say in the Whisperer - may have to make a separate post when I finally remember but I love how you incorporated them in!!

THE RANKINGS BOARD - yesssss - but I also love that Milligan recognizes that while it’s good to give those academic successes more opportunities, that it really isn’t very nice of Mr. Curtain Sir to shame the kids that don’t score as well.

Also noting the implications of how SQ could have definitely been treated different if he was just doing normal stuff with everyone else - but also recognizing that SQ hasn’t really ever had real friends - Kate counted until… they disappeared

The line “Ledroptha was out” made me laugh but also wonder what he does when he’s not sulking and scheming in his office

Milligan seeing the antennas - you can literally feel the panic begin - “The technology at the Institute shouldn’t require that much signaling.” MY HEAVENS

okay and then we go straight into hearing Jackson and the “without her, without this place, I don’t know who I am.” and being able to draw that connection to season two… YES

It’s also just kinda sad that we can see how the Whisperer really could be being used for therapy - but how Curtain simultaneously uses it for his world controlling purposes with the therapy as the mask… ouch

And then Milligan really beginning to connect the dots… “The phrase that reflected the feeling of dread and terror that had slowly tightened its grip around the world through the power of the emergency.”

“But why were his friends having children recite phrases that were associated with the emergency?” Oh no… OH NOOOOOOOO - and then we get “…they wouldn’t. They couldn’t. That didn’t make any sense.” but then it DOES oh my hEaRt

That next paragraph reminded me of the line from Curtain in season one where he told them that they “made it” - that the emergency is “out there” and that at the Institute, they don’t have to worry about anything. Thats freaky.

Garrison... oh Garrison. She really doesn’t have any idea at the beginning - you can see her inner battle with it in the show (because she understands at that point - but also knowing what happens in chapter 8... GAH)

“Milligan had to admit he still felt bad about not having been there to help handle Pedalian’s death and knew that dealing with that alone had left it’s mark on Ledroptha, who had already been damaged. And Ledroptha’s traditional method of dealing with negative emotions had always been to lash out and control others.” my heavens :(

watching Milligan try and take that mediator role that Pedalian had - wanting to make sure Garrison knows the truth and set Ledroptha straight... and knowing that Pedalian really was the only one that could do it breaks me. However, I also appreciate that Milligan is trying to go about it delicately - knowing that “What Ledroptha was doing might be horrible, but Milligan knew it came from a place of hurt.” and “...Milligan hated the thought of having to shatter that illusion.” (talking about helping Curtain get the right help without making SQ hate his father)

For no reason, the line about Curtain going over paperwork and SQ sitting at his feet doing an art project reminds me of the pictures in history books of like... US Presidents and their kids playing around their desk - made me laugh

yesssss - we’re learning about the kids who respond with their minds to the influence of the Whisperer - I LOVE IT - Constance, we’re looking at you

okay but it is quite sad that the outliers in this situation - the people who’s minds respond to the Whisperer - that these people are disappearing. Maybe Constance’s parents...?

hahaaaa “Curtain chastised himself for actually considering these possibilities, as if he was still an overimaginative schoolboy. Psychics and telepaths weren’t real. But the more he looked at the notes in his hands, the less sure he became.” oh, just you wait Mr. Ledroptha Drama Club President Curtain, JUST YOU WAIT

I absolutely love when Curtain calls SQ “Shep” - I have a feeling it’ll happen less and less in the future and that makes me so sad - but it makes sense.

SQ planning to ask his question about painting in the woods... AND THE QUESTION ABOUT THE BEACH AHHHHHH - I just have this cute vision of before Curtain goes full on crackhead control freak and is brainwashing Milligan over and over and over - of the four of them on the beach, of course Curtain probably isn’t dressed for the beach (lol he’s probably in a suit and everyone else is in short sleeves and such) anyways, I just love the idea of them building sandcastles and everything together

It also makes me sad that SQ really doesn’t have any other friends and while Curtain doesn’t like spending time with Milligan, he’s willing to maybe look into doing that.

PIERRE AHHHHH - “Pierre was the latest injured bird that Curtain had begrudgingly allowed his son to care for (insisting, as he always did, that this would be the last time SQ was allowed to bring a wild animal into their home, and that caring for the creature was to be considered a homework assignment and SQ’s responsibility.” YESSS - I get the feeling that this has happened many times

if I was a bird, I’d run into glass windows too, Pierre. me too. But in all seriousness, I love this next line “...upon seeing his son’s distress, Curtain had taken it upon himself to have the windows detailed and redesigned to prevent any similar accidents from befalling his son’s feathered friends.” so freaking cute

oh good gracious - this next scene... Curtain is so calm and collected even as he’s being exposed haha - I mean, he makes a good point, there’s no use in trying to convince Wetherall otherwise when he shows up with this information, because he’s exactly right

Milligan again recognizing the hurt in Ledroptha... it almost feels like touching a bruise or running your hand over an old scar - it almost hurts just as much mentioning it as it did when whatever caused it happened

oh geez - you can see Curtain’s plan with how he’s acting.

I also love the random grey men that keep showing up - noticing that there are too many of them to be a coincidence and that they arrive at the lab and Milligan’s like “nope”

Jeffers BAHAHAAA - here comes his pitiful revenge that doesn’t work because he’s going against a 6′5″ LARGE MAN - no wonder there’s so many of them, Milligan is almost practically unstoppable

Curtain “apologizing for a minor inconvenience” lol OKAY BUT the line about “I wish we didn’t have to keep doing this...” - that’s the moment where I began to realize that something was up

And Milligan’s futile attempts at telling Garrison... hurts my soul

Curtain being hostile and then lowering to a gentler demeanor to manipulate Garrison - he’s kind of predictable in that way and that makes it even more concerning.

Not only that, but the fact that Garrison is so... she’s just so sad and feels like she can’t do anything so she just goes with it. And Curtain’s lil speech about everything that is happening is whats best for everyone

GARRISON AHHHHH - I think I went over most of it in my last chapter analysis, but dang I just sympathize with her. You can see her thought process and understand how hard that must be to have to live with a situation like that. Milligan begging her to tell him whats going on and to stop Curtain... my heart is being peeled like an orange, piece by piece in this chapter

“Jump” by Van Halen is all I could think of with the “Curtain would jump at the opportunity for control.” so... everything is a music reference in my head.

“Maybe if she had gone to Milligan first things would have been different, but between his wife’s passing and taking care of his daughter, he had been in the office less and less and Garrison knew from her experience with Pedalian that Milligan didn’t need to be burdened with anything else.” hurt me wayyyy more than I had anticipated - she and I are a lot alike in that respect, feeling like a burden to people

Curtain and Garrison’s discussion in his office... that one hurt - I have a lot of highlights in this one, but I think they can all be kinda condensed into a couple main ideas - the pity for Curtain, who really is just hurt and making some very irrational decisions because of his drive to prove himself, his master manipulation skills (I mean, come on, “trying to sound as calm and rational as possible” and “Garrison, friend,”) and using Garrison’s alcoholism as an example of how the Whisperer could be used for good as part of his manipulation (which is totally cruel, but he kinda sees that I guess), her ultimate “betrayal” and Curtain then basically blackmailing her, and then his remorse at remembering that maybe he’s been threatening her a little too much - it’s jam packed with so much hurt and betrayal from both sides that I just sit back in awe like... I’m just shocked that I can feel for both sides of this crazy situation

Jeez - Chapter 6, featuring Curtain the Master Manipulator at his finest

“...Garrison replied, horrified at the prospect of dining with the two most terrifying people she could imagine...” this poor woman - but I can relate on this one haha

“Ledroptha Curtain had one weakness... Curtain didn’t actually want to be rid of them. He still thought of them as his friends, and he wanted to keep them around.” GAH - sometimes this is emotional whiplash with how much I simultaneously empathize and want to smack that man into space - this fic is so masterfully written

Garrison sees this weakness and is still trying to do her best so that while Curtain is getting what he wants, there is minimal suffering (especially when it concerns the children) and I just.. I just... I want to hug her because that’s so important

haha Jeffers is still... Jeffers - because you realize he probably gets punched literally every time

Curtain’s protection over SQ and still being okay with using the “volunteers” as long as they aren’t having the negative Whisperer effects... I’m like “yes protect SQ” but this man needs like... I want to put him in one of those... I think they’re called a “pillory” - and I want to throw a pie at him and then take him to therapy

it is TOTALLY like Curtain to be like “oh yes, you’ve been in an unfortunate accident but I know who you are so you’re okay, you can depend on me” *eXcEpT fOr tHe fAcT tHaT i’M tHe oNe tHaT BrAiNwAsHeD yOu*

Garrison coming in clutch as usual - keeping certain memories of his family and friends (and loyalty to silly Mr. “Dr.” Curtain) which is kinda unfortunate because... it happens... so many times...

I about DiEd when I read 75 times... 75 FREAKING TIMES THIS MANNNNN - I’m just... it hurts

Side effects... oh jeez - knowing the next chapter makes this hurt like the Dickens

And then seeing that the same dialogue has probably happened every time with how Garrison reacts GAH

I think probably my favorite lines from the whole chapter:

“I think you need better friends,” she suggested.

“And I think my friend deserves better,” Milligan replied.”

WITH

“I’m not sure what I deserve anymore,” Garrison finally answered.

MY GOOD GRACIOUS HEAVENS - this just... hit home in a way I hadn’t expected in all sorts of ways and I LOVED it okay - I loved it with my whole soul

Milligan is just trying so hard to find a way to help her escape and break free from Curtain’s control and it hurtsssssss

OHMYGOSH OKAY - I also absolutely loved this line - “And Milligan?... Do you remember when you told me that Pedalian’s death wasn’t my faul? Well, I want you to know that it... it wasn’t your fault either.” GAHHHHHH my heartstringssss

good gravy - thought Milligan being brainswept was sad enough - I had never considered that Garrison would use the Whisperer for herself before - so reading this entire scene and hearing her admit how she feels like she hurts people - and reading the Whisperer’s response absolutely broke me. And erasing her session? That makes complete sense and I just feel for her :(

THE HEADACHE MAKES SENSE

IT ALL MAKES SENSE

IM SCREAMING - and the few wrong turns on the way to work, saying the same lines... GAHHHHH

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This... this was an amazing chapter. I love it. I LOVE IT.

The title is also amazing as usual - good heavens I can’t even... it reminds me of the whispering room and that chair

- and then I just think about chairs in general and how Pedalian represents the missing leg and how everything is falling apart without him

- and then I think about how Milligan’s memory is like the three legged chair because they’re just removing a part of his memory so he’s running around with a hole in his memory and it’s not going to end well...

there is just so much beautiful symbolism in that and I love it

haha I told you guys I would catch up this weekend on these and I’ve only got two done because things just keep happening! I may begin to condense some of my notes a little bit so you can at least see what I have, but I’ll keep working at them as best I can! I love talking to you guys about it, and that makes it all worth it.

Talk to you soon,

Gogh 🌻

#sos #sos chapter 6 #THIS ONE IS SO GOOD #IT DESTROYED ME BUT ITS SO GOOD

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Ok i read the aluminum works fics you mentioned in your rb (at least I think it was) and OUCH?????? Imagine being a therapist and your clients are 80-year-old locomotives but that last line from Duke where they both lost each other MY POOR PEA BRAINNN

But that wasn't the fic I read it was actually this (please tell me the links work) and...the author is making a sequel so im patiently waiting (vibrating violently)

(the link definitely works lol) (I read both in the series so far) HI YEAH I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT REVEAL

While fanmade characters are generally Not My Thing, I do find this quite compelling! :0 I of course am also. very patiently. waiting for an update. It’s interesting! Backstory!

I am not immune to stories based off of Duncan Gets Spooked. AND pull in aspects from Bulldog! och *chef’s kiss*

Yeah that was the story I was talking about. Makes me so sad for them not to have each other 😢

. . .

(and you don't have to check this one out but I am just going to gently set a link here to a fic that has made me cry SO much every single time I read it. Major character death style. The greatest tragedy is that it's not finished tho 😭. About Sir Handel and Peter Sam >:) of course)

#Capy I'm sorry if this is kind of incomprehensible because I am tired #ask #thank you for this #okay reading this back to myself I'm not even sure which reveal I mean XD

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Dazzling Light

Part four

When 3pm arrived, Byeol was feeling overwhelmed. The lunch run was finally over, but every table was full in the cafe and people were walking out of the takeaway line. She had never felt this flustered before.

“How can I help you?” Byeol said, plastering a smile on her face at the young woman at the front of the queue.

“Hi, I am here for an interview.” She replied.

‘oh fuck, the interview!’ Byeol thought. “Hi, Eunji right?” she asked

“Yes.” she nodded.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I am Byeol. I am so sorry, but things are really busy here at the moment. I might need to reschedule the interview.” Byeol said, looking around the busy cafe.

Byeol hadn’t felt this overwhelmed in a while. She could feel the familiar feeling of her chest tightening. The feeling she had spent most of her adolescent years feeling. She had so many tables needing to be cleared; she had a ton of dishes inside the sink that desperately needed washed, customers waiting to be served their orders.

“That is ok but how about I help you for a bit? I can clean the tables, do any dishes, sweep up. Anything I can do I will do.” Eunji replied.

Byeol looked back at the woman with round eyes. This was exactly what she was needing, but she couldn’t ask the young woman to do this after telling her she would need to reschedule the job interview she came all the way in for.

“I can’t ask that of you.” Byeol sighed.

“Yes, you can! Just call it part of the interview process. I do not have any plans for the rest of the day so I can show you what I can do.” Eunji smiled.

Byeol broke into a smile too and nodded. Thanking the woman, she handed her an apron and quickly showed her kitchen area, where things go before focusing on serving the customers that were waiting.

An hour later, Yunho rushed through the door. He was breathing hard, having ran the entire way from his apartment to the cafe the second the plumber left. He was glad to see it was quieter, only a couple of customers at tables, all of them served, and only one person waiting at the takeaway counter.

He smiled as he saw Byeol at the coffee machine. He made his way towards the counter, Byeol smiling at him as she turned around. As he walked past the counter and towards the kitchen, he bumped into someone he wasn’t expecting to be there, his head snapping as he heard something crashing to the floor.

“I am so sorry!” He yelped as he saw a smallish woman in front of him

“No, sir. I am sorry, I should have been looking where I was going.” She said quickly, picking up the remains of the smashed cup on the floor.

Yunho immediately sank to his knees to help her. It surprised him to see someone coming out of the kitchen too. It didn’t help that his eyes were focused on Byeol and not where he was walking.

“Ouch.” Eunji gasped, dropping the shards that had been in her hand.

“oh shit, it’s ok!” Yunho said, seeing the blood trickle from her balled up hand

Yunho helped her back up and led her over to the sink.

“Eunji are you ok?” Byeol asked, grabbing a towel to put onto her hand

“Yes, Miss Kim, I am ok. I was being careless. I am so sorry. I will pay for the damage.” She replied, wincing as Byeol put pressure on the cut in her palm.

“No, it was my fault. I will pay.” Yunho said, rubbing the back of his head nervously as he watched on.

“Neither of you will pay. It was just a cup. Do you know how many I’ve dropped over the last few months?” Byeol chuckled lightly, “Yunho, could you go out front and I will help Eunji.”

“Of course.” He replied, “I am sorry, miss.” He added before leaving.

Byeol walked with Eunji over the table in the back while keeping pressure on the wound.

“Let’s have a look.” Byeol said.

She delicately took the towel away and looked closely as Eunji winced a bit. Her slim fingers examining the small wound. Byeol placed the towel back on it.

“Doesn’t look deep. I don’t think it will need stitches, but I can take you to the emergency room?” Byeol asked.

“No, that is ok. I am sure a plaster will do.” Eunji replied quickly.

“Let me clean it out properly and put a bandage on it.” Byeol said, grabbing the first aid kit.

Byeols medical training had kicked in. Growing up in a family of doctors, they had taught her from a young age basic first aid, then more advanced medical aid as she got older. It was pivotal for her parents that their children could help someone in need at all times. She gently cleaned the wound with an antiseptic wash and applied a sterile bandage.

“So we haven’t really had time to speak. Tell me a bit about yourself.” Byeol said.

“I am 21 years old. I moved here last year for school.” She replied.

“What are you studying?” Byeol asked.

“I am in culinary school. I really want to be a chef. I had a server job in a small restaurant but the owners sold it without forewarning us and we all lost our jobs overnight.” Eunji answered.

“I would like to offer you the job.” Byeol said as she washed her hands, “If you still want it, that is!” she added, laughing.

“Really? Of course I do! But you didn’t even interview me.” Eunji replied.

“Like you said earlier, you showed me what you could do, and I was very impressed. Thankful for it too.” Byeol smiled, sitting back down. “I would love to have you work here. Can you start next week? If you need a few days for your hand, just let me know.”

“Of course I can start next week. Thank you, Miss Kim for giving me this opportunity.” Eunji said.

“You don’t need to call me Miss Kim. It is Byeol. You just relax here, I will get you a drink and cake.” she said.

“Erm, Byeol, there is someone asking for you at the counter.” Yunhos’ voice came from the doorway.

“I’ll be there in a second.” She called to him, “That is Yunho, by the way. You will probably see a lot of him as he is usually here when he isn’t working.” She added, laughing.

Byeol made her way back into the cafe and stopped when she saw who was standing at the counter. Tears springing to her eyes, she ran forward and pulled the young man into her arms.

“Hyunwoo, you have got so tall!” she said, clinging to him.

“You have got shorter noona!” her younger brother laughed.

“I have not!” she scolded lightly, pulling back to look at him. “So handsome too! You need to eat. What do you want?” she asked.

“You two go sit down and I’ll bring some stuff over.” Yunho said.

“Ok, erm, that is Eunji in the back, by the way. I have just hired her. I said I would get her a drink and cake. Could you ask her what she wants?” she replied as he nodded, “Thanks Yuyu.” she smiled.

“I am sorry it took me so long to visit. Mom and dad have had me doing a lot of after school lessons. Today’s one got cancelled, so I told them I was going to the library instead.” Hyunwoo said as they sat down.

“I am sorry you have had to lie to them.” She replied.

“I hate they won’t let me see you. Sunyoung tried to talk to them, but they won’t even let your name be mentioned in the house now.” He sighed.

Byeol felt a sharp pain in her chest at hearing this. She knew her parents were mad, but not that her name could not be spoken.

“It isn’t fair, noona!” He sniffed.

“Don’t be upset with them. I disappointed them. This is on me.” She said, holding onto his hand over the table. “I don’t want to cause any trouble between you and them. Same with Sunyoung.”

“But I miss you! I want to see you.” He said.

“I know, buddy. I want to see you too. Let’s just enjoy the time we have today.” She replied, forcing a smile onto her face.

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Byeol wanted nothing more than to drink herself into oblivion until she could feel nothing tonight. As much as seeing her younger brother brought her so much joy and happiness, it was also a painful reminder of the fact she had disappointed her parents so much. Possibly brought shame on them too.

A daughter with the potential to be a doctor, quitting medical school to open a cafe instead? That is a big disappointment, and she knew it, but knowing that her name isn’t allowed to be said in the house anymore. That hurt a lot. After Hyunwoo had gone home and Eunji had left, Yunho insisted she go upstairs and relax while he closed up. For once, she didn’t fight him on it.

Collapsing on her sofa to heavy sobs escaping her mouth as Minnie cuddled into her. She didn’t want Yunho to see her upset, so gave herself a shake, telling herself to get it together.

To the outside world, Byeol looked like a strong woman who didn’t let her emotions affect her. She was confident and independent. And while that was all true, she was also sensitive, especially about her family. Wooyoung and San had only seen her cry on a handful of occasions, while Yunho was the one she could cry in front of.

Yunho had gone home to get ready for their night out after checking on Byeol. He could instantly see the fake smile on her face, and it worried him when she did this. He knew how much it meant for her to see Hyunwoo, but he also saw how hurt she was, too. Yunho knew she would speak to him when she was ready, but he wasn’t sure a night of drinking was the best thing for her, as she became reckless when she was like this.

Yunho had arranged to meet them at the club with Mingi. Wooyoung was going with Byeol, San was meeting them there and he was bringing a friend of his they hadn’t met yet. When Yunho arrived with Mingi he could see Byeol on the dance floor. She looked out of it already, which made him sigh. Wooyoung was dancing with her and while keeping the men looking for an easy target at bay too.

“Yunho, Mingi!” he heard over the music

They both saw San at a private booth with his friend and made their way over to him. There were drinks on the table, all ready for them.

“Hey guys!” San grinned, pulling Mingi into a tight hug.

Another one who was deep into drinking mode, Yunho laughed to himself.

“This is Jongho.” San said. “He does not like my hugs!”

“I don’t like anyone’s hugs. It isn’t personal to you!” Jongho laughed.

“I am going to dance!” San shouted before running off and leaving the 3 men together.

“It is nice to meet you Jongho, I am Yunho, and this is Mingi.” Yunho said, offering his hand to shake.

“San has spoken a lot about you all. It is nice to finally put faces to the names. You guys are the dancers, right?” Jongho asked.

“Yeah. How did you meet San?” Mingi asked.

“We both work at the same bar. I started a few months ago, and San sort of took me under his wing. I don’t have many friends here yet and San insisted I join you all tonight. Well, he has been insisting on that since the day we met.” Jongho laughed.

“Yeah, that sounds like our social butterfly, San. He has told us a bit about you, too.” Yunho asked

The three men got to know one another, but Yunhos eyes were focused on Byeol during their conversation. He watched as she danced with both Wooyoung and San, drank from her bottle of beer, and laughed. He also could see men looking at her and was thankful that Wooyoung was aware of this, so was keeping them away from her.

“Yuyu is here!!” Byeol shouted when she eventually saw him and ran over to hug him. “My big teddy bear!”

“I think someone has had quite a few drinks already!” Mingi laughed.

“I have.” She giggled, bopping his nose. “This is Jongho. He doesn’t like Sans hugs, but he likes mine.” Byeol said loudly, hugging him from behind.

It had been a while since Yunho had seen Byeol this drunk before. He knew the night was going to end with him taking care of her.

“Byeol, don’t do that to the guy.” Yunho said, remembering Jongho saying he doesn’t like hugs.

“It is ok. I have already accepted that she will hug me, regardless of what I say.” Jongho laughed.

“Come dance with me!” She suddenly screamed, grabbing Yunhos’ hand.

“I think you should sit down and I will get you a bottle of water.” he replied.

“I don’t want to sit down. I want to dance and drink.” She pouted, picking up the shot of Soju that Mingi had just poured for himself and downing it.

“Byeol you have drank enough alcohol. Maybe it is time you go home. Come on, I will come with you.” Yunho said, trying to ignore Mingi’s shocked face at the stolen drink.

“Now that is a good idea! I have more Soju at home and we can have an all night long fuck session.” Byeol grinned at him, her hands playing with his belt buckle as Mingi choked on his newly poured shot, while Jongho tried to look like he had heard nothing.

“That is not what I meant, you need coffee and to go to bed.” Yunho replied, taking her hands off his belt. “To sleep! Nothing else.” he added as she opened her mouth to have a smart arse reply.

“I don’t want to sleep! So let’s just go back to mine and have some fun.” she said, trying to pull his head down to hers to kiss him.

“Byeol stop this.” he said, grabbing her hands. “Why are you doing this?”

“Didn’t you hear? I am the one who shall not be named. Fuck, I am basically Voldemort. In my parent’s eyes anyway, so, fuck them! They want to erase me from their lives. They can. I don’t give a shit!” she laughed but Yunho could see the pain in her eyes. “You are no fun!” she said before spinning on her heels to walk away, her long hair whipping him in the face at the same time.

“Fuck, this will be a long fucking night!” Yunho groaned, grabbing his coat. “Sorry guys, I need to get her home. Jongho, it was nice meeting you.” he added as Mingi and Jongho nodded to him.

By the time he got to the dance floor, he couldn’t see her. Nor could he see Wooyoung or San. He began searching through the crowded people to find any of them, but he couldn’t. It was as if they had disappeared. He eventually saw Wooyoung at the bar and pushed his way through to reach him.

“Where are Byeol and San?” he asked.

“They left. Byeol came over, asked San if he could take her home as she wanted her bed. I ordered them a taxi.” he replied, paying for the round of drinks he had ordered.

“What?! When did they get the taxi?” Yunho asked. He could feel his chest tighten.

“About 5 minutes ago. The amount of alcohol they have both been drinking, it is best they go home. It isn’t even midnight yet.” Wooyoung laughed.

“I should make sure she is, erm, they are ok.” Yunho said.

“The taxi driver said he will make sure they get safely to her apartment. They will be fine. All they need is to go to bed, sleep it off and deal with their hangovers in the morning.” Wooyoung replied, “Here hyung, help me take these drinks over to the table.”

Yunho wasn’t happy but if Wooyoung noticed this, he would start teasing him and Mingi would then join in, so he bit his tongue, grabbed the other tray of drinks and followed Wooyoung to where the others were. He hoped all they would do was go to sleep, whether it was on her hall floor or her bed and nothing else, but the burning pit in his stomach was flaming hot.

#ateez #ateezsmut #ateezau #ateez smut #jeong yunho #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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April 30, 1922 The Captain and the Kids by Rudolph Dirks

TOP PANEL [ID: Der Captain lines up a golf shot - but instead of a ball, he's aiming at The Kids, tied together with rope and wailing. Der Inspector stands on the other side of a hill and a lake with the hole's flag, arms open in welcome. Three ducks run out of the pond. /end] Captain: FORE!

MAIN COMIC [ID: The Kids eavesdrop on two prison convicts plotting their escape. The larger, brawnier one grabs the smaller, dopier one's ball and chain. /end] Bill: This is "Visitors' Day," Shorty! Now, if you'll listen to me and don't fergit the "female disguise" and the "saws," I'll have y'over the wall in a jiffy! Shorty: Just get me over the top, Bill. And I'll be back wit the skoits! Fritz: Are you in on the "info," Hans? Hans: All in!

[ID: Bill sets the ball on a small mound of dirt as Shorty crouches down by the wall. Bill aims at the ball with his sledgehammer. The Kids stifle laughter. /end] Bill: Y' didn't know I wuz the champeen golf shot 'til I tried to improve my stroke on heavy safes, did y', Shorty! Shorty: Let's hope the ten year lay-off ain't dimmed yer eye none! WATCH THAT BALL! Fritz: Get ready Hans, ve got to act like a lady! Hans: I'm mit you, son to a man!

[ID: Bill swings the sledgehammer like a golf club, knocking the ball over the prison wall with Shorty sailing behind it. The Kids run off behind the corner. /end] Bill: Over y'go, buddy. An' don't fergit to sew up the saws in the finnan haddie! Hans: Ofer der fence iss oudt! Shorty: I'll be right back, Bill, if I don't land head foist!

[ID: Outside the jail, Fritz puts on a dress and covers his face with a veil while Hans pours a bucket of lobsters into a basket. A stick of dynamite lies on the ground beside him. /end] Fritz: Keep an eye on der chob for Shorty, Hans, vhile I delifer der pincers to Mister Bill!! Hans: Chust do your dooty, darlink, und hurry back for der reception!

[ID: Hans peeks out from around the corner as Fritz, in drag, hands his basket over to the prison guard, who's locking up the cell with his key ring. Bill watches excitedly from the window. /end] Fritz: Tee-hee! Please, Mister Varden, it's a little surprise package vot I brung for my husband, Mister Bill! Captain: Sure, lady! Only I got to hand dem in mineselluf! Dot's der rules!! Bill: Whee! It's Shorty at last wit' the saws!!

[ID: A great commotion erupts in the jail cell as der Captain bows graciously to see Fritz out. /end] Bill: OUCH!! HEY! Captain: Ta-ta, lady! Don't mention it. Und maybe der knext time, der rules ain't so ruly. Tee-hee! Fritz: T'anks!

[ID: Bill dumps the lobsters out of the basket onto der Captain, standing beneath his cell window. Fritz, laughing, hitches up his dress and runs off. /end] Bill: ☆!!֍⁠—??!! Captain: HEY! Fritz: Haw!

[ID: Shorty arrives at the warden's house in drag, similar to Fritz's but with patches sewn into various places. Hans, stifling a giggle, greets him at the front door, behind which Fritz hides. /end] Shorty: Hee-hee! O'sir, it's only a morsel of food wot I brings for my husband, Mister Bill! Hans: Sure, lady! Chust a minute, I show you vare iss he! Fritz: It's Shorty!

[ID: Hans leads Shorty over to the cell, where der Captain stands, grumbling about the lobsters with Bill. Fritz sneaks up behind them and slips a lit stick of dynamite into his basket. /end] Captain: Dod-rot your ding-busted hide! Der knext-time she brings lobsters, tell her she cooks dem foist! Bill: You bet! Hans: Diss vay, lady. Dot's der cell mit der open exposure!! Shorty: O'so kind of you, sir, if you'll only lead me to him! Fritz: Tee hee!

[ID: Shorty hands the basket over to der Captain, who nervously moves to accept it. Hans runs away behind the corner of the building. Bill angrily glares at Shorty as he clings to the bars of his cell window. /end] Shorty: Please, mister warden, it's only a bit o' fish wot I bring for my husband, Mister Bill! Captain: Husband? So, number two! Vell, diss time I look inside der package foist! Bill: Bungler! Do it right this time or you'll hear from me!

[ID: The basket explodes in der Captain and Shorty's faces with a loud BOOM. /end]

[ID: Der Captain, his face blackened with soot, stands angrily by the door. Shorty stands, confused, bereft of his disguise, fish and handsaws scattered all over the ground. Bill glares at him even harder. The Kids lead der Inspector to the scene, which he reacts to with shock. /end] Captain: Yep, Inspector. Chust in time! Make out a charge. For diss vun, "attempted chail break." Der oder loafer, "bigamy" on TWO COUNTS!! Shorty: I don't know how it happened, Bill, but the jig's up! Bill: It is, after I git through wit' you, rummy!

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #the katzenjammer kids #the captain & the kids #rudolph dirks #transcript available #1920s #prison escape

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c-is-for-circinate · 2 years

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Do you still think Chetney isn't a long-term pc? I feel like what we've heard of his story works very well with the class-warfare themes, as you've already alluded to, and Travis is taking it seriously enough that I'm now convinced he's here to stay.

Oh god yes. Very yes.

The thing is, Bertrand Bell worked really well with those themes too. What we've seen with Travis so far is an ongoing theme of 'elderly men, who in their prime had all of the privilege the world could entail to them, now pushed aside and forgotten by it'.

It's a really cool theme, and an extremely interesting one to explore. Travis has a tendency to play around the edges of...hmm. Male privilege? Expectations of masculinity? Not in the way Taliesin does it, where he plays characters that just Do Not Go Here Sir, but in the way where Travis will build these characters who do have those things going for them, or did, in specific ways and specific contexts, except we're unpicking the edges of where that all breaks down. For comparison, Fjord was a deep dive into expectations, facades of masculinity that will serve and empower men only as long as they can keep the act up. Grog was sort of a proto-this, leaning very heavily on having the hypermasculine strength and capacity for violence, but a lot (though not all) of Travis's one-shot characters play around the lines of 'and where does that break, and what happens then?' A lot of them are cowards.

Basically, one of the concepts Travis seems interested in exploring via his characters is, 'male privilege sure is great to have when you have it, but also ouch that's a sharp multi-edged sword that's hard to hold without getting stabbed by it.' And I see a lot of that in both Bertrand Bell and Chetney so far.

In this case, we're so far seeing the overlapping combination of old age, and an intense class system (centered here in Jrusar, from what we've seen, but also clearly implied to matter somewhat worldwide) which lets these men down once the start losing some of their youth and relevance. Chetney wasn't an adventurer, he was an artisan, but it's very clear that his job, labor, skills brought him respect and a position in society. The big Chetney question is, what happened that he lost that position? Did he, y'know, stab his boss with a wood chisel? And if so, why? (If you really want to get into it, Chutney Chocolatecane assaulted his employer over an ongoing labor dispute and centuries of what's somewhat implied to be indentured servitude, so, like, take that where you will.)

Basically, this is a long-winded way of saying that yes, Chetney is absolutely an interesting character to look at with these class themes! But he's interesting in ways that I don't think are necessarily exclusive to him -- we saw many of the underlying themes in Travis's last temporary character, and I'd fully expect to see them in any other character he might (probably will) play next.

Why don't I think Chetney's here to stay? A lot of subjective, easily-arguable reasons, but what I think it really boils down to is, I'm not sure he's interesting enough for Travis to play for the next hundred episodes. We-the-audience already know how the bones of his backstory must sit before the campaign even began. (Note that this is different from the EXU trio, who we knew as characters without necessarily knowing anything about what was up with them.) Thematic consistency is all good and well, but that's not the only aspect of a character that makes them interesting to play or to watch. We've seen how much Travis loves playing complex characters who can do incredibly unexpected things -- in fact, sometimes the most interesting layers crop up when a character seems inconsistent with their setting/its themes, and that all has to get unpacked later with the discovery that 'oh huh, nope, still here'. I'm totally sure that Travis could make Chetney a compelling, multilfaceted character with enough going on to take us through a shockingly high-stakes emotional journey over the course of the rest of the campaign, but it's hard to imagine him resisting the siren song of building something new, without the somewhat simplistic baggage of the existing one-shot backstory. (Which must be relevant in some fashion.)

As to Travis playing him seriously? Of course Travis is playing him seriously. Travis loves to play. He's having the time of his life being all in on this character who he can put into near-death situations without actually having to worry about coming out of it alive. (And of course Matt didn't go out of his way to kill him/Travis didn't go out of his way to get killed in the tower office last week. Are you kidding, Matt just handed him a map and a massive lore drop, you think either one of them wanted his getting caught before the rest of the party got their hands on that shit? If he couldn't figure his way out of the situation then he'd have been fucked, sure, because Matt sets his players real challenges and sticks to them, but this wasn't the moment to bend probability towards getting Chetney killed and they both knew it.)

Anyway, point being, if Travis does keep Chetney I'll be shocked, but I'm sure I'll love it. Whoever he (admittedly maybe, but I'm pretty set) brings out next, I'm sure I'll love it, because the themes that are so interesting here Travis themes, not Chetney themes, and I'll expect to see them again.

While Chetney's around, I'm sure I'll love it, because Travis goes hard on his roleplay in any setting, temporary character or no. He's also a fucking troll, who presumably wants to keep the audience on tenterhooks about 'oh god, he can't possibly be keeping this joke character for real, can he? Can he?' for as long as possible before answering them for good. I know how all my instincts say that's going to go down.

And remember: Bertrand Bell was around for three full episodes, and by the end of the second episode/middle of the third we'd all started to think he could be permanent, too. There's no reason to think Travis won't escalate his trolling to brand new heights. Give Chetney ten episodes without dying, then I'll believe he's staying.

Maybe.

#cr spoilers #campaign 3 #critical role #chetney #asked and answered

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Love Sometimes On A Thursday Night | KUROO Tetsuro

featuring: husband!Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader

the one in which Kuroo Tetsuro learns love can come in the form of at home spa nights and 24k gold face masks

MAIN MASTERLIST | DOMESTIC BLISS MLIST

Kuroo Tetsuro texted as soon as the man walked through those double glass doors.

“baby, he’s back.”

The “he” in question was no doubt the same one from the marketing department. The marketing lead with the greasy, slicked back hair and a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. The same one who demands Kuroo stay overtime to finish whatever project the marketing team is working on with the promotion team.

“don’t worry, try to get someone else to stay this time. you already stayed late last week. just forty more minutes and you’re free!”

Kuroo groans as he locks his phone screen. forty minutes turned into an hour and forty-minutes because his colleagues had scrambled to their feet, muttering quick “goodbyes” and was out the door before Kuroo realized he was the only one left in the office.

At exactly 8:45 PM, Kuroo trudges through the door and plops down comfortably on top of you, earning himself an, “excuse me, but hello to you too.”

“I miss you” was his muffled reply.

After three years of dating and two years of marriage, you’ve learned that despite his corny jokes and sometimes cheesy ways, Kuroo likes his words straight to the point. there was no need for the “hi and hellos”. he missed you at work today so that was to be the first thing he tells you.

he sighs against the touch of your fingers mindlessly running through his hair. seven years after high school and his hair still the same, messy bed-head aesthetic.

“tough day, huh? did you end up getting stuck with him?”

he nods, sighing again as he relives the memory of forced smiles and nods of agreements until the marketing lead let him go.

“wanna tell me about it?”

“you know I do. but we need to do that thing first. it’s Thursday.”

“oh shoot, it is a Thursday. come on, babe.”

Kuroo gasps, “don’t tell me. you forgot?!”

You smile at his antics, “I didn’t forget per say, I just don’t remember.”

Your husband rolls his eyes, fighting the smile on his face as he pushes himself off of you and helps you to your feet. his hands finds its way to your waist, the two of you making your way to the bathroom.

Kuroo makes himself comfortable on the marbled top, leaning back against the mirror, as you inched closer, examining his face.

“sir, what exactly are you looking for?”

He grins. Even after two years of marriage, this game of pretend was still entertaining.

“ma’am, I've been feeling extra dry lately, especially in my t-zone area. do you have any suggestions or remedy?”

You ponder and Kuroo could see the thoughts running through that pretty little head of yours. He couldn’t stop his hands from reaching out, fingers toying with the hem of your t-shirt, trying to pull you in closer to him.

“sir, this is not appropriate. I have a husband you know?”

“is your husband as handsome as me?”

“nah, he’s more handsome cause his forehead doesn’t look like a whole desert.”

Kuroo pouts, “no fair, y/n! I share with you my insecurity and you just throw ‘em back in my face. tell me again, why did I marry you?”

“my charms,” you retort, not missing a beat as you scrummage through the piles of face masks, moisturizers, serums, and eye creams, “and because I have these.” you wave the face masks in front of him.

“24k gold face masks huh? we feeling fancy tonight!”

you rolls your eyes as he hops off from the counter and opens the drawer, pulling out the matching headbands, one blue, one pink completed with the inscriptions “hers” and “his”. it was a housewarming gift from one of your bridesmaid. you remember the excitement on her face as she handed you the purple-wrapped box, the proud look in her eyes as she explained, “pink for y/n and blue for Tetsuro.”

he turns to you, handing you the blue one as he slips on the pink one. Kuroo insists on using the pink headband with “hers” on it, because he’s yours. And because you’re his (the ring on your finger is proof) you wear the blue one.

“it’s cold!” he grimaces, but tries his best not to move as you carefully line up the sheet to his face.

“alright, my turn.” you turn to him as he picks up the second sheet from the pack.

“how do I look?” he questions.

“I think you look more handsome with half your face covered up.”

Kuroo laughs then pinches your cheeks, “you think you’re so funny, huh?”

“ouch, not so hard!” he laughs again when you rub your face.

“come on, baby, turn towards me and close your eyes.”

you do and instead of the cold sensation of the sheet, you feel his lips on yours. part of you wanted to pull away because its 9:34 pm and you'd both have to be up by at least 6:30 am tomorrow for work. but you stay when you feel the urgency in his touch as your fingers weave through his messy locks.

he pulls away first and you laugh at how crooked his mask had become. his laughter intertwines with yours once he catches glimpse in the mirror and nimble fingers quickly put it back in place.

“alright, princess, your turn, for real now.” he helps you put on your gold sheet and doesn’t let go of your hand as the two of you collapse back onto the sofa.

“wanna tell me about the mean manager now?” you ask, your hand reassuringly squeezing his.

Kuroo opens his eyes and surveys the room. your wedding picture hung in the center of the wall, millions other pictures of the two of you surrounding it. he smiles when he spots his favorite one, the one taken by Yaku two Decembers ago on on a ski-trip with the rest of your friends. you were asleep on his shoulder, mouth slightly open, and Kuroo was smiling, just a little, as he looked down at you like you’re the only one he’ll ever look at for the rest of his life (and as your husband often likes to remind you, you are). Yaku laughed and teased him for being a simp when he airdropped Kuroo the photo. Kuroo laughed along and thought “so this is what love looks like”.

With Jhene Aiko quietly playing in the background, your legs draped over his, Kuroo no longer wanted to talk about the manager, he’d rather you hear about all the happier details of his day, like how he absolutely destroyed the lunch box you had prepared for him, down to the very last rice and how his boss had hinted at a potential promotion. he also wanted to hear about your day, how was your commute, did you learn anything new from that podcast you always listen to?

“Tetsu?”

Kuroo realizes he had spaced out and he smiles, “nah, that man isn’t worth talking about. baby, how was your day? what’d you eat for lunch?”

“you sure?” and he nods encouragingly, smiling as you begin to launch into a detailed rundown of your day.

“so Jen and I went to the new hot dog place around the corner, you know the one I've always wanted to try. it was beautiful, I've never seen a hot dog place decorated so nicely...”

Kuroo realizes while love is sometimes face masks on a Thursday night, love for him will always be you.

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[ATEEZ] Mafia!San - Will You Join Me?

word count: 2.9k warnings: explicit language, gun use, violence, description of death (not explicit), sexually suggestive, gets a lil steamy summary: cupid has a bullet with your name on it a/n: Y/N a little dramatic and San annoying af. I wrote this in a two hour flash at 2am, so this might be deleted after I reread it tomorrow because I’m pretty sure a lot of this is just me chatting shit.

1. Yoon, David – 12:45 Note to self: likes donuts. probs dunkin’, maybe krispy? idk just look for a man w a paper bag.

“I’ll have to warn you though, the lift is under maintenance, so you’ll have to take the stairs.” The receptionist smiled at you sympathetically. “I can get someone to help you with your suitcase if you’d like?”

“Oh no, it’s ok, I’ll just find another place to stay. I have weak knees anyway.” You forced a laugh and hoped the lady didn’t notice the dead look in your eyes.

“I’m sorry about that, love.”

Turning away with your suitcase in tow, you headed towards the building opposite the hotel and hoped that the rooftop would be easy enough to access.

It was quite irresponsible of you not to have a backup plan. It seemed that being named the sharpest shooter in the underground world had gotten to your head a little, but you argued that a bit of spontaneity never hurt anybody. Though your target would beg to differ.

Being a public building of offices, it was all too easy for you to reach the roof of the building. You found that walking with your held head high and gaze set straight ahead would never get you questioned. Who would ever stop someone with a walk so confident?

Thankfully, the rooftop hadn’t been turned into some garden space: an air-conditioning fan over here, a water tank over there. You checked your wristwatch reading 12:40 and muttered under your breath. The damn hotel lift had taken precious minutes of your time and compromised your view.

You opened your suitcase to set up your sniper, giving your little black cat charm on the side of your gun a squish. Cute.

Sitting on the case with your stock snug against your shoulder, you peered into the scope to get a closer view of the revolving doors to the bank. Oh great, there’s a lamppost in the way.

Mr. Yoon was apparently quite the punctual man, always seen stepping into the bank doors after his lunch break at exactly quarter to one and therefore, your window of opportunity was thin.

“I want it done today or you’re getting sniped yourself, Y/N.” You heard the voice of your boss yap in your head again. Blah blah blah, same old threat. You argued that procrastinating the man’s death was actually something very considerate of you to do.

You heard a familiar clatter of metal hit the floor and you turned your scope to the rooftop opposite to see a man in overalls with his toolbox open on the floor.

“Lift maintenance guy?” You muttered to yourself and wondered if the mechanics of elevators ran all the way through to the rooftop. You made sure that you wouldn’t be in his line of vision and swivelled back to your original position, cursing the man under your breath for ruining your first choice of setup.

12:44

“Come on, Yoon. Lunch time’s almost over.” Your finger lay restless on the trigger, itching to get a glimpse of the bank teller.

20 seconds.

“Krispy or Dunkin’ what will it be today, entertain me.”

10 seconds.

You saw the man turn the corner and waited for him to get a little closer for you to shoot.

5 seconds.

“That’s it, just past the lamppost and you won’t even know what hit y- what the FU-?” You shouted and quickly clasped a hand to your mouth. Mr. Yoon hadn’t even made it past the post, and he was already laying on the pavement in a growing pool of blood.

Calculating the angle in which he was laying, you spun your vision around to the hotel rooftop and saw the maintenance man begin to pack up a sniper back into his toolbox. Taking off his cap, you noticed a flash of white in his jet-black hair and just like he knew you were watching, he turned with a smug grin on his face and shot you some finger guns.

“Oh, you little fucker.” You spat, and watched the man jump down into a hatch to disappear.

You slumped dramatically onto the floor and splayed your limbs to stare blankly at the sky. Never in your life had you ever missed a shot, let alone have it stolen by someone else, and your boss had your phone ringing to rub it in your face.

“That wasn’t you, was it?”

“Listen, what if? You know, what if that was my thirteenth reason? I just couldn’t take it anymore and that was it. No more Y/N. You wouldn’t even come to my funeral, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t because you’d be too broke to have one. You realise you’re not getting paid for this?”

“Why? He’s still dead?” You sat up in disbelief.

“Well, it turns out someone else wanted him gone too. I can’t lie to our client and say that we did it.”

“You’re oddly moral for someone that runs a hotline for hitmen.”

“I’ll call you if I find you another job.”

“Justice for freelance contract killers.” You muttered weakly as he ended the call. The faint sound of police sirens filled the air as you let out a heavy sigh and lay back on the concrete.

You pictured the man and wondered who it was that would even think to render the notorious Y/N L/N jobless. Though you did have to admit that it was a clean shot.

“Skunk-hair looking ass.”

2. Kim, Seungho – 18:00 Note to self: babysitting. easy target but kid knows NOTHING.

You were stationed by a corner window in an unfinished apartment building with a trainee by your side, setting up his kit.

Stood by the trainee, you scanned to see if everything was in the right place, checking the kid’s posture too. You had been sent by your boss to reluctantly train a young recruit and you joked if you had been demoted following your last predicament. You were never in it for the money though, you lived for the adrenaline.

The boy had potential and you saw it, he just needed to make cleaner shots because three bullets somewhat near the target’s vital organs wasn’t going to cut it.

“What’s your name again?”

“Jisung. Han Jisung.” The recruit replied, his eyes never leaving yours, in absolute awe.

“Eyes on the scope.”

“I’m sorry, nobody told me I’d be getting trained by you. The Seoul Shooter? Like wow.”

“Ew, is that what they’re calling me?”

“Yeah, well I think it’s a pretty cool name, they used to call me ‘Jitman’ in my hometown, not very creati-”

You shushed the boy and tapped his shoulder as you pointed to a small figure in the distance.

“You see him through the scope? Now keep your hand steady, never feel as if you’re being rushed. Death works to your schedule.”

“Got it.” Jisung said, following the man with his gun.

“Ok, on 3… 2… 1…”

You heard the bullet cut through the evening air and hit the target neatly through his office window.

“Bro? That was so clean? That has to be one of the sexiest shots I’ve seen in a while-” You began.

“Uhh, that wasn’t me, Y/N.”

Before you could even process what had happened, you heard the rustle of footsteps patter down the stairs behind you. Taking out your handgun, you moved towards the open door to find the same man you had seen on the hotel rooftop stop in his tracks on the landing. Clad in a fitted black sweater and jeans this time, he looked a whole lot more attractive close up.

“You again?” You exclaimed; gun still pointed at the man as he dropped his duffel bag to raise his hands.

His eyes widened, not in shock, but more with an excited glint in his eyes.

“Oh my, it’s Y/N, the Seoul Shooter.” A coy smile painted his lips as he shook his white fringe out of his eyes.

“See, everyone calls you that.” Jisung interjected from behind.

“Shut up, Han.”

“Word around town is that you’ve been unemployed for some time now,” nodding towards Han, he added, “and it looks like the rumours are true.”

“I’ve actually decided to take a break you know? Let the other kids have a chance at making a name for themselves. Bit of charity work.”

“Y/N kinda got demoted because you keep taking their shots.” Han interrupted again.

“Hey, who told you that?!” You narrowed your eyes at the boy. Han Jisung was a smart ass and you vowed then and there that you wouldn’t take on any more training sessions.

You whipped your head back around to the man eyeing your body up and down.

“My eyes are up here, sir. Unless you really wanna get shot.” You spat.

“Well, I’d die a happy man if you were the last thing I’d see.” He smirked in retaliation and studied your eyes carefully. “Well, my job here is done, I better be on my way. Got a big cheque waiting for me.” He grinned as he reached to grab his bag and carry his way on down the stairs with footsteps too light-hearted for your liking.

“Why didn’t you shoot him?” Jisung asked as you watched the man disappear into the evening.

“I don’t think killing a man for taking my shots is justified.”

“What, and sniping Mr. Kim Seungho just before he gets to feel the bliss of clocking out is?” He laughed. “Do you know what I think, Y/N?”

“What?”

“I don’t know, I’m not going to say anything.”

Han Jisung tormented you the whole drive back to the quarters.

“Y/N and Skunk Man sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes lo-”

Smack.

“Ouch, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just kidding.” He laughed as an idea struck him, “K-I-D-D-I-N-”

Smack.

3. Park, Kiha - 10:32 Note to self: bad man. bad, bad man. but big, big cheque.

Having had your last two shots stolen, mystery Skunk Man was beginning to get on your nerves. You were seething to the point that you demanded your boss give you another job, itching to defend your title of being the finest shooter in Seoul.

Laying on the floor of a rooftop hangar, the man had the gall to pop up out of the hatch to set up his station right next to you, as if you were both on some picnic.

"Nice seeing you here today, Y/N." He said, sitting cross legged to mount a scope to the top of his sniper.

Not even bothering to take your eyes off the target, you muttered, "I got here first, you better back off." voice laced with venom.

"Well I've been promised a cheque too, we're all just trying to get fed around here."

Ignoring him, you glanced down at your watch that read 10:31. Any time now, Park Kiha would be walking through the glass bridge to get to his meeting in the twin building.

Steadying your finger against the trigger, you held your breath and counted down from three, two, o-

"I like your cat charm by the way."

You pulled the trigger only for it to stray a little to the right, still hitting your target, just a little less central than you would have accepted.

You shot up from your position to face the man laying on his side, head propped up against his hand to look at you.

"Do you have something against me? Do I even know you?" You exclaimed, carding your gloved hand through your hair.

"No uhh, but I saw your face on a bounty poster once and thought you were cute." He said, attitude too blasé. "That was a nice shot though, I was going to wait a few more seconds."

"So you saw my picture, and started following me around to antagonise me?"

"Nah, I just happened to be super lucky to have been put on the same cases as you. Big bad men have a lot of people after them I guess?"

Throwing your equipment back into your bag, you watched the man proceed to roll over onto his back with his arms behind his head to look up at the sky.

The mid-morning sun cast a golden glow over his skin and though you spent most of your life working with guns, his uniform and kit next to him looked a little different, almost attractive. They suited him a little too much and you thought that if a sleek sniper were to be personified, it would look exactly like this leather clad man.

"I should ask for your number, the way you're looking at me right now, Y/N."

"Good luck, you won't get it." You turned to step down the hatch as he propped himself up again to watch you leave.

Choi, San – 15:25 Note to self: he’s kinda hot tho :/

So, we had finally put a name to the face. As your boss handed you a folder, you were slightly taken aback at the small ID picture pinned to the top of the file.

“You might be a little happy about this one.” He said, taking a sip of coffee. “He’s been recently recruited by ATEEZ as their sniper. Quite a deadly one too. He was scouted shooting pheasants down in the Namhae countryside apparently.”

“Hmm, how much?” You questioned.

“A million dollars.”

“Excuse me? A mill-?” You choked on the air and composed yourself just as quick to nonchalantly lean against the filing cabinet and look out the window, “I don’t know, he didn’t look a million dollars-worth to me.”

“He hasn’t been in the game long, but man has he taken down some big names.”

Though you didn’t necessarily feel too attached to Choi San, you did think that you were going to miss him a little. It was nice having a friend on your level to spar with.

Who were you kidding? You thought he was hot and that it would be a shame to have to shoot him.

But on second thought, you had been itching for the adrenaline in the trigger again, and the million dollars looked a lot sexier to you than some man.

“I’ll take it.”

San was all too easy to find. He seemed to enjoy hiding in plain sight since no common person would recognize him in the bustling streets of Gangnam. Nestled in the corner of another rooftop, you zoned in on the recognizable black and white hair sat outside on the terrace of a café.

Once you were ready, you repositioned your finger on the trigger and focused the cross hairs on the familiar head. You were steady until San lifted his head and stared right back at you through the scope, sending you a wink.

“Shit.” You muttered, his actions throwing you off and when you repositioned your aim, he had slipped into the crowd, now lost.

“No, no, no, no, no, Choi San, ugh.” Seeing that he knew what you were up to, you got up to pace around the rooftop. Your mind worked nonstop to find an alternate solution but all you could conclude was to go home, stay low and pick another day to continue.

This man had thrown you into the worst slump of your life, but you were somewhat enjoying the chase and you hated to admit it.

The abrupt sound of a closing of a door behind you had everything clicking into place.

“You pretty motherfucker, had this planned, didn’t you?” You laughed.

Upon hearing the cocking of a gun, you turned to pull out the throwing knife strapped to your thigh and pulled his body in by his collar to reach his throat. And it just turned out that San had the same idea in pushing his handgun up underneath your chin at the same time, faces a little too close.

“I like your beret.” San said candidly, jerking his brow up at the hat on your head.

“Me, too. It’s Marine Serre.”

“Nice choice.”

“I’m going to count down from three and we’re going to drop our weapons, ok? And talk this out like adults because I for one, didn’t wanna kill you.” You bargained.

“Sure.”

“Three, two, one!” The both of you pulled away for a split second in bluff only to reposition your weapons against each other’s throats again.

“I knew it.” San smirked.

“No, for real this time. I mean it.”

“Go ahead, baby.” He smiled as his gaze dropped to your lips.

“Three, two, o-”

San cut you off by leaning into your lips, placing onto them a kiss so intense, almost mirroring the violent nature of the situation. However, what surprised you more was that you let yourself melt back into him. He let his gun clatter to the floor to walk you backwards into the wall behind, hoisting your leg up around his waist.

You broke away from the kiss for air when he smiled, “I mean, it is kinda hot, but I would appreciate it if you could stop holding that knife against my throat right now, Y/N.”

“Ugh, fine.” You muttered as San leaned back in to kiss you whilst roaming his hand around your thigh, ridding you of the rest of your knives and smirking against your lips in satisfaction.

Feeling his bulge grind between your legs, you both only grew more fervent for each other as you kissed.

“Wait, I wanna take you on a date first.” He pulled away to look you in the eye.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Mhmm, to Bar 1117.” He hummed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Isn’t that your company’s place…?”

“Yeah, they’re gonna love you.” He whispered, peppering small kisses down your throat.

“Are you trying to recruit me or fuck me, San?”

"I mean, you can kill me now and leave for that million dollars or you can come with me for a new job and that million dollar dick."

"You're unbelievable."

“I heard you were doing freelance anyway, baby.” He looked into your eyes again, a mischievous glow blooming across his face, “So, will you join me?”

disclaimer: San’s pie chart hair is one of my all time faves but I also can’t stop thinking that it looks a little skunk-like. In the cutest way. a/n: I've edited this a lot since I posted it and I think I'm gonna keep it

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bokettochild · 3 years

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Legendary Cousins

So... I promised @peachy-scars that I would write them this a while back when they posted this, and after consulting y’all (I think it was @attllhak and several anons who helped the most) I finally had enough to just go ham and write this beautiful piece of garbage.

Hope you like it, Peaches!

They had landed in a new Hyrule, and Legend’s instant reaction was to blink and stare about with a conflicted expression on his face while the others had stared in confusion at their surroundings.

“Why’s this look so weird?” Wind demanded eloquently as he pulled himself out from beneath a giggling Hyrule, who always laughed nervously when they landed in a new Hyrule and seemed particularly giddy today.

“Wind, manners.” Time chided softly, pulling himself back up and working with Wild to pull his protégé back up, Twilight looking around dizzily as he leaned on his mentor for balance. “You don’t know whose home this might be.”

“I do.” Legend hissed softly, hooded eyes staring towards a nearby path while a slight smile touched his lips. “New Hero everyone.”

Glances were exchanged before shooting to the vet in confusion. “How...”

“You knew there were more heroes?” Warriors sputtered, staring at the vet in surprise while the hero in question pulled himself to his feet and shook out his limbs, knuckles crackling painfully and making the others wince.

“Time travel mixed with world hopping and the occasional visit to other countries.” Legend answered in a low voice, stretching towards the sky and standing on the tips of his toes (eyes turned away as the vet’s already short tunic rode higher). “I’ve met plenty of other heroes. Five- maybe six? Not sure.” He shrugged, arms falling back to his sides as he moved further into the forest. “Come along, if we want to check up on things we’d best get headed to the castle. Monsters out here are brutal, even if they are bloody crazy.”

Glances were exchanged again, Wind’s wide eyes growing wider as he mouthed the words ‘six other heroes’ to his brothers.

“Who met Legend before all this went down?” The captain hissed, pulling Four up onto his back. “Because it sure as heck wasn’t me.”

No one answered, and they didn’t have much of a chance to as the Vet’s voice broke through the forest, a harsh hiss for them to hurry. “You stay there all day the ‘blins’ll eat you!”

Eight heroes pulled themselves along, following after as Legend trailed silently through the forest.

Each stumble or loud noise earned a glare from the vet, and if it didn’t come from them, it made him freeze, steps stopping immediately as his ears would prick towards the sound. More than once, Twilight or Sky had to muffle a laugh in their respective wraps as the image of a bunny starting to alert entered their minds.

Maybe it’s the laughter. Maybe it’s just their dang Hero of Courage luck, or maybe it’s just because Hylia thinks it funny, but even with all Legend’s glaring and stopping and sneaking, they are attacked just as they reach the edge of the forest.

The monsters are... horrifying. Nothing most of them have ever even seen, and the only thing they can do as they fight is to take the vet’s advice. “Aim for the eyes! And if you can’t reach them, the ankles!” The vet shouts as he kicks into a spin attack. The other heroes follow suit, ripping into the beasts as Wild pulls back from the group, setting off volleys of arrows as best he can do by himself, and successfully blinding a few of the monsters.

They’re thick into the song of battle when an unknown voice rings out. “Good golly! Hang on there, sirs!”

It’s hard to see past the swarms of monsters (seriously, they’ve never been this thick!) but blonde hair and a swinging sword assure them that whomever it is, is likely the hero Legend had told them about. Enemies fall as bombs explode and various weapons pierce through hearts and heads.

Once the dust has cleared, they take careful stock of their injuries and weapons (Wild’s shattered another sword and Four is sighing wearily) before turning their attention to their unexpected help.

Legend and the other hero stand over a dead bokoblin, shaking hands in a friendly manner while the one chatters to the other, the vet smiling thinly but genuinely as he listens.

“Vet, who’s this?”

“Ah! You have friends!” A bright smile is turned their way as the swordsman releases Legend’s hand. “Greetings! I’m Link.”

“The Hero of Koridai.” Legend adds on, rolling his eyes.

“Aw, come on, Other-Link!” The newcomer grins, jabbing Legend playfully in the side and effectively stealing his breath. “I’m just Link is all.”

“That’s all of their names too.” Legend wheezes, glaring up at the other.

The chain of heroes takes in the newcomer, who, much to the captain’s dismay, seems to share Legend’s opinion of pants, as well as a preference for pegasus boots. Bright brown eyes stare back at them, a dopey grin on the hero’s face, but beneath the welcoming grin there's a glint of something sharp and dangerous that has Warriors shuffling back warily.

“What adventure is this? Finish meeting up with your lovely cousins?”

The vet huffs a breath, clearing his throat as he straightens up again. “Thereabouts, this’ll be adventure seven.”

“Ooh, seven. Ouch.” Bright brown turn towards the vet with a sympathetic wince. “Sorry about that.”

“You had your own quests.” Legend dismisses, as if his words don’t confuse the others. “How’s Zelly by the way? We haven’t heard from her.”

Link, for lack of a better current name, smiles cheerily. “Half a minute yet there.” Turning to the others he offers yet another impossibly wide smile, it’s very nearly uncomfortable to look at, and Legend is the only one who seems unaffected by doing so (he has seen far, far worse from this world). “We should skedaddle over to the castle.” A halting motion is made towards the castle just in front of them as the newest hero laughs nervously. “As long as you’re there, you won’t be attacked.”

And for lack of anything else to do, they agree, following after as Legend and the new Link chat in the front, Legend with an amount of patience that has never in their memory presented itself and the new Link with an almost irritating amount of pep and cheer. “Zelly’s doing great, and we’re hoping to visit all of you soon too! Or, we were, but the monsters started getting real bad an’ Zel figured we’d better stay behind to make sure they didn’t cause too much trouble.”

“How bad?” The vet’s brows quirk with concern and Warriors nearly stumbles at the gentle expression on Legend’s face.

“Just a bit stronger.” The new Link shrugs, but smiles brightly up at Legend. “It’s not as bad as last time though, so don’t worry your pink head about it.”

And Legend... Legend actually laughs, reaching up to tug the cap of the other Link as they cross into the shadow of Hyrule Castle’s walls.

“What the-” Warriors is cut off with a blaring ‘Beep!’ from Wind, who looks up at him cheekily when the captain looks down at him.

“Censoring.” Wind chirrups.

”Soooo...” Twilight drawls, a smile pulling at his features as he looks between the duo, the heroes all relaxing as they enter the castle gates. “How do you two know each other?”

“We’re cousins!” Link chirrups happily, shooting another smile over his shoulder that’s just a bit too wide and a bit too sharp.”

“Third Cousins or...” Legend waves his hand vaguely. “Somethin’. Their father is my second cousin or some sort of thing, it’s unclear honestly, all we know is that Zelda is my cousin somewhere down the line and with those two dating-” The other Link flushes at the statement, face as dopey as Sky’s gets. “He’s bound to be thrown in there somewhere too.”

“Wait!” Four looks from one of the cousins to the other (there is a bit of resemblance, uncannily enough, even though Link smiles far more than Legend). “Whose time is this?”

The two share a look, nodding firmly before turning to the others and speaking together. “Both.”

“Two heroes? In one time?” Time cocks a brow.

Legend throws his hands up. “You can talk to Hylia about that!”

“Oh!” Link’s grin widens further as he bounces in place. “And how is Aunt Hylia? Golly, I haven’t seen her in ages!”

“Aunt Hylia...” Sky blinks slowly.

The vet huffs. “Fine. She’s letting Fable back into the fighting ring this weekend, figured since the Master didn’t mess things up that it’d be okay to let Hylians head back out there. Hide the evidence if they send me an invite, yeah?”

“Will do!” Comes the chipper reply, but the other heroes aren’t done.

“Wait, wait, wait, how many heroes are there in this time?” Warriors looks from one to the other with panic building in his gaze.

Link frowns in what seems an over-the-top expression of thought. “Do the colors count?”

Four chokes.

Legend flushes. “They count.” His voice is strained and nearly wheezing as swirling hazel stares a hole in his head.

“And then there’s the Hytopian wannabe, who might very well actually be one.” Link continues. “And the two of us. Does Great-Grandfather Raven count?”

“Not in this time, he just traveled here briefly when Nayru became corrupted.” Legend drawls with a head tilt, as if talking about meeting your ancestors and de-corrupting a goddess was normal for this world, and with the way Link just nods along, they are all beginning to worry that that is the norm here.

“Right, so five heroes.” Link nods slowly. “And then we have great-gramps Raven, and whoever- wait.” The new Link’s eyes fly wide open as he motions to Time. “Isn’t that Great-Gramps?”

Legend and Time both splutter as the vet hurries to correct the other hero. “No! He’s...” Legend looks from the startled Time to his cousin. “That’s the Hero of Time.” He whispers gravely, and Link’s eyes blow even wider as he looks to Time, who winces. They’ve all heard of what happened to the Hero of Time in this world.

“Oh!” Link breathes, before another smile stretches over his face. “Great-Great-Gramma Lon’s husband!”

Legend just facepalms while Time stands with his mouth flapping and fingers twitching, the old man now trying to calculate exactly how many children are now officially his while Warriors proceeded to have all the color drain out of his face.

“How are there two heroes of Courage here!!!!” The Captain hisses, and Link and Legend both look at each other. “And for the love of Hylia! Stop looking at each other all the time, what, can you read minds?!?!”

And both stare at the captain with the deadest of dead expressions, which actually makes Link all the more unnerving and Legend all the more intimidating. “Yes.”

It takes a while, but once they meet Zelda, she takes the time to explain.

“Our fathers are cousins.” She says, smiling at the heroes as they all sit and have lunch in the courtyard, motioning to Legend as she speaks. The vet is currently pulling his hat back off of his face after having it tugged down in vengeance for earlier. “Once both had married into the royal family, there was contention in the kingdom so Auntie Hylia sent Mapa and Papa out here to take care of this part of the kingdom while she handled things in central Hyrule.

“Most folks call Papa a king because they forget that it’s one country, but what with the high borders and all, it may as well be its own country.” She shrugs as she pops another piece of food in her mouth. “And there aren’t two Courage Wielders, technically. I mean, there are, but Link isn’t one of them.” She smiles in a sly sort of way, too wide, too knowing, too creepy for many of the heroes to be comfortable. “He just happens to care a lot and does what he can.”

“Oh yeah,” Hyrule nods knowingly, chewing slowly on his own meal. “My brother is like that too.”

The others, even Legend and Link, turn to Hyrule in shock. “Your what???”

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ssahoodrathotchner · 3 years

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Pictures of You

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: you lose your memories of the last few years, including the ones of your relationship with Aaron. The rest of the team thinks it’s hilarious.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: memory loss, swearing, some angst, hospital, talk of injuries, team shenanigans and fluff

A/N: okay this was a lot of fun to write bc soft!Hotch rights !! also really wanted to make the team play a larger role in a fic so here we go :)

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You wake in a hospital bed, Morgan by your side, and a godawful pounding in your cloudy head. With a groan, you try to raise one of your hands to cover your eyes as Morgan’s head shoots up to stare at you with a relieved smile.

“Hey,” he says, catching your hand before you can lift it higher, “Don’t do that. You had a nasty fall, Princess.”

Satisfied that you won’t make any more moves towards your head, he sits back down at your side.

“Should I even ask how you’re doing or…” he trails off when you glare at him. “I’ll go let the team know you’re okay. Boss Man will be happy to hear you finally woke up,” and with that, Morgan is up and out of the room before you can even open your mouth because what.

Shifting around in the bed, you try to gauge just how injured you are, but the soreness in literally your entire body coupled with the haziness in your mind from the constant pain makes you conclude that you’ll leave it to the doctors to tell you what’s wrong. Sighing, you gently tilt your head to the side and observe the various beeping monitors.

The door opens and as you turn to see who it is, your mouth opens in disbelief. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no fucking way. This is fake. This is a dream. Your stomach simultaneously drops and fills with dread. How is this possible?

“You’re dead. You’re dead. We buried you,” you say in a rush, as none other than Emily fucking Prentiss stops by the side of your bed, looking at you confusedly. “Does this mean I’m dead? Are you a ghost?” you wonder out loud, and Emily looks behind her as the rest of the team, except Hotch, file in behind her, seemingly fine with her sudden appearance.

“How are you here, why are you here, what happened? You died. You’re supposed to be dead which means I’m probably dead,” you continue to ramble, frantically looking from at each member of your team and then back to Emily.

“What? Y/N, you aren’t dead. Just like I’m not dead,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But you are,” you say shakily, chest tightening as your breaths become shorter and shorter.

“Y/N…” she says slowly, softly, “I faked my death four years ago.”

And with that, your ears rush and your mind goes blank. No no no no no no we buried her six months ago, she’s dead. You don’t notice the rest of the team trading glances around you as the world you thought you knew shatters and reforms in your mind.

“No,” you croak, throat suddenly constricting, but Emily only looks at you worriedly, Reid slipping out the door behind her.

“Y/N, can you take some deep breaths for me?” and your head turns to find JJ at your other side, hand on your shoulder. “Let’s breathe, you can do this,” she says, taking exaggerated breaths to demonstrate, smiling gently as you cooperate.

Reid enters, now, followed by a doctor who, immediately upon reaching your side, proceeds to shine a light in your eyes and asks you to complete all sorts of short tests while the team looks on.

“Now, Agent Y/L/N, Dr. Reid informed me that you seem to be having some memory issues, which is normal,” the doctor assures you, “especially with the head trauma you endured. So, tell me what you can remember and we’ll go from there,” he says with a helpful smile.

Fuck. What do you remember?

“Well…” you trail off, trying to pin-point an exact moment. “I remember Emily—Agent Prentiss’—funeral because it was six months ago, but apparently—” your eyes slide over the rest of the team, “—apparently, it was more like four years ago,” you finish slowly.

“And that’s as recent as you can remember?” the doctor pushes. You nod your head. “Well, Agent Y/L/N, it seems that you have post-traumatic retrograde amnesia, which isn’t a surprise, as I said before. My guess is that it’s temporary, and that you’ll recover your memories in time.”

“Any ideas how long?” Emily speaks up, carefully looking at your face.

“With cases such as these, there isn’t a definite timeline or standard procedure for memory recovery,” the doctor explains. “It may help to look at photos or videos and tell stories to try and help Agent Y/L/N heal quicker, but the brain is tricky,” and with that wonderful statement, the doctor turns and exits, leaving you and your team staring at each other, processing the fact that you don’t know when you’ll get your memories of the last four freakin’ years back.

“So, from the research I’ve done, it seems that—” Reid is cut off by the door flying open and Aaron Hotchner, your Unit Chief, bursting into the room with a concerned look on his face wearing a hoodie and jeans.

Morgan tries to grab his shoulder, but Hotch shakes him off as he walks right up to your bedside and grabs your hand. Holy shit. Heat rises to your cheeks instantly and you think your heart might have actually skipped a beat but, you can’t help it, you’ve had a crush on Hotch for ages and he’s holding your hand. But you don’t remember a time when Hotch was so forward in showing concern for one of his agents.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, Sweetheart—” you’re pretty sure you’re dreaming because Hotch has never called you Sweetheart. Ever. You’ve also never seen him in anything other than a suit. “—Jessica called because Jack has the flu and then he wanted to talk to me and—”

“Hotch!” Morgan all but yells, interrupting Hotch’s update on Jack, as you stare pointedly at his hand, still holding yours, trying to control the redness growing steadily stronger in your cheeks. What the hell.

“Hotch,” Morgan states, softer this time, “The last thing Y/L/N remembers clearly is Prentiss’ funeral.”

You look up with a weak approximation of a smile, and watch Hotch’s face shift as he comprehends what Morgan said.

“That was years ago,” he says slowly, face hardening into a look you’ve seen too many times when he tries to separate himself from the information he’s received.

Looking down at you, you can’t tell what he’s thinking, so you divert your eyes to his hand in yours. Once he notices this, he gently lets go and you know it’s silly, but you almost reach out for it again. Who knows the next time Hotch will want to hold your hand?

“So you don’t…” he doesn’t finish his question, which leaves you even more confused. Don’t what…?

“Umm. If it’s happened in the last four-ish years, then umm… Then I probably don’t remember it,” you say quietly, apologetically. “Sir,” you add on quickly, not wanting to forgo formalities even if your memory isn’t what it’s supposed to be.

However, instead of nodding, like you thought he would, Aaron Hotchner looks sad which confuses you even more.

“Aaron,” Rossi begins slowly, “the doctor said that talking about what’s happened since then may help Y/N’s memory come back.” Hotch looks up, almost relieved. “So why don’t you tell her something that’s happened since Prentiss’ funeral.”

And with that, Hotch takes a breath before reaching across your body to your other hand and holding it up. Not quite sure what’s happening, you allow him to hold your left hand up in your line of vision and that’s when you notice a fucking wedding ring. On your hand. Which Hotch is holding.

“I’m married?” you screech, looking at the team, who are now all trying not to laugh for some reason. “Who am I married to? Holy shit, what?” you continue looking around. Morgan and Prentiss look like they’ll break into outright laughter any minute. What’s going on?

Looking helplessly to Hotch, who is suspiciously quiet, you don’t have to repeat your question before he is carefully letting go of your left hand to hold his own up next to it and since when did Hotch wear a wedding band? Until you notice the striking similarities between the ring on your hand, and the one on your boss. What the actual fuck.

“We’re married?” you say, whipping your head to the side—ouch—to stare at Hotch, who is looking a little more amused than worried. “What? When? I just…” you can’t even finish your train of thought because your head is spinning so fast.

“Is it really that much of a surprise, Princess?” Derek chimes in. “I mean, you guys have been in love with each other forever,” and with that, he and Prentiss dissolve into a fit of laughter, which they try to smother, but you’re too busy taking in this very new and very interesting life development.

At some point in the last couple years, you married Hotch. Which means he knows you like him. And he likes you. You dated Hotch and now you’re fucking married. And you can’t remember any of it.

“…I don’t remember it…” you say sadly, softly and the laughter ceases.

Running a hand through his hair, Hotch takes a step back and shrugs, a small, reassuring smile on his face.

“We’ll figure it out, Sweetheart—” your stomach erupts into butterflies, “—we always do.”

With a sigh, you sink back into the pillows on your bed and stare at the ceiling, head throbbing worse than before thanks to all the new information.

“I just…” you pause to think about your current dilemma. “I just don’t know where to start with all this…Getting my memory back,” you look to Hotch and then the team, unsure of what to do.

“Well, the doctor did say that photos and videos might help. I’d be willing to recount every conversation we’ve had since Emily’s funeral, if you want, including the ones that you weren’t a part of, but were about you or a case,” Reid offers with a grin, and your heart melts.

Slowly shaking your head, you answer, “Thanks but maybe later, Spence. I’m still stuck on the whole I’m-married-to-my-boss thing right now.”

“Trust me Princess,” Derek laughs “I’m pretty sure all of us could tell you about how everything went down like a damn movie.”

“Yeah…” JJ continues with a fond shake of her head, “You guys weren’t very subtle about it.”

Sneaking a look out of the corner of your eye, you catch Hotch blushing and staring down at his shoes before he also sneaks a look at you, meeting your eyes.

“See?” Derek’s voice breaks your gaze. “This is exactly what I was talking about. You guys weren’t subtle and still aren’t,” rolling his eyes, he laughs a little and you can’t help but smile.

“At least they’re married this time around,” Rossi supplies. “No more ‘secret’ glances and yearning,” he says with such contempt you can’t help but laugh as Hotch—Aaron? — lets out a small chuckle of his own.

“Now I just need to remember how we got here,” you say, feeling a little more at ease. Slowly, you reach for Hotch’s left hand, studying the ring the matches your own. “Remember us,” you continue, just to him, and the smile that overtakes his face is the best thing you’ve seen since waking up.

“You weren’t wrong, Morgan,” comes Emily’s voice from the end of your bed. “This is just like a movie. Ugh. But don’t worry, Y/N, we’ll help you sort this out.”

“And I know just the woman for the job,” Morgan adds with a mischievous smirk which immediately makes you wonder about whatever it is he has planned.

“Now as much as I’d love to watch the two lovebirds gaze into each other’s eyes, I actually have plans,” Rossi states, looking down at his watch. “So, I’ll be back tomorrow. Have a good night, Y/N,” he says before waving to the rest of the team and leaving.

The rest of the team makes their own excuses to leave, and you can’t help but feel like Morgan and Prentiss have concocted some sort of scheme to “help” you get your memories back.

Running a hand over your face, you sigh. What now? The sound of someone clearing their throat makes you look up and realize that Hotch hadn’t left with the others, but was instead standing near the foot of your bed, looking somewhat anxious.

“I ummm… I was planning on spending the night here to make sure you were okay, but umm…” he trails off, unsure.

“But since I have no memory of us being together you think it’s weird…?” you ask gently.

“Yeah,” he answers in a sigh. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by being here, especially because I know how frustrating and confusing this must be for you…”

“Hotch,” you start, but he can’t hide his wince when you call him that. “Aaron,” you try again. “Yes, this is incredibly confusing and frustrating because Emily should be dead and I didn’t think you had feelings for me at all,” you pause and see him smile, just a bit, “But I’d really like it if you stayed here. With me. Because—” you take a deep breath. “—Because you make me feel safe, Aaron, and I need that right now,” you say gently, not quite sure where the confidence came from, but Aaron’s eyes soften and his smile grows bigger as his shoulders drop in relief. Worth it.

“Then I’ll stay,” he says, and you can’t help the heat that once again rises in your cheeks as he continues to look at you.

You guys are married, dammit. Pull it together.

Averting your gaze, you turn your attention to getting more comfortable in your bed and decide to fuss with the placement of your pillows because damn was your back starting to hurt, but Aaron beats you to it. Within ten seconds of arranging the pillows behind you, he has them perfect.

“How…?” you start to question, but he just raises his eyebrows. “Right. Married,” you say with a shake of your head.

Aaron finally sits in the chair next to your bed and reaches, almost absentmindedly, for your hand before catching himself and stilling. You can see the fight in his mind—he wants to comfort you and himself, but with your memory, he doesn’t quite know where your boundaries are. Taking pity on him, you grab his hand yourself, weaving your fingers together so he knows it was on purpose. Okay so you really just wanted to hold his hand again, but you’re married! You’re allowed. He takes a deep breath and leans back in the chair, turning his head to really look at you.

“How’s your head?” he asks, brow furrowed in what you’ve come to understand is genuine concern.

You pause and consider for a moment.

“Not terrible, but not great,” you say slowly. “It’s like there’s a fog in my mind that I can’t see through. I know I’m missing stuff, but I just don’t know what.”

Aaron gently squeezes your hand, but doesn’t speak yet.

“I want to know what brought Emily back, how we happened, what it was that gave me this fucking injury, I just…” with an exasperated huff, you collect yourself. “I just want to know.”

“Well, Emily should be the one to tell you her part of the story, and as for us,” he gives you a smile “it’s a longer answer, at least for me, so that will have to wait—Sorry, Sweetheart,” he says when you pout. “However, I can tell you about what landed you in the hospital. How does that sound?”

“It’s a start,” you tease, and yes Aaron smiles wider and rolls his eyes.

“We were chasing an unsub, and Garcia had tracked him to a warehouse not too far from Quantico. We went there and—” his voice wavers. You squeeze his hand. “—and the unsub had set explosives around the perimeter of the building. I guess you got too close to him when trying to talk him down and he triggered the whole set.” Aaron sighs, and his eyes are glazed over like he’s reliving this—which he probably is—and there’s nothing you can really do besides let him take his time.

“You weren’t right by any of them, but you were thrown back and had hit the ground before I could even yell at you to stop—not that you would have listened,” he says pointedly with a watery laugh. “You just laid there, Morgan and I carried you over to the medics as soon as the dust settled and they took you away as we cleared the rest of the scene.”

“And the unsub?”

“He didn’t survive the explosion. As soon as we figured that out, we left it to the local PD and crime scene techs.” He looks at you softly. “We came straight here after that.”

“How long was I out before today,” you ask lightly, curiously.

“Three days. Dave had to convince me to go home and shower on the second day.” He looks down before sneaking a sideways glance at you.

“Well I’m glad he did,” you tease, scrunching your nose.

“And I’m glad you’re awake, Sweetheart,” he replies, squeezing your hand.

You laugh and look away before mumbling, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

“Get used to what?” he waits a second. “Sweetheart?” Motherfucker. He knows what he’s doing.

“That! I woke up convinced you didn’t have feelings for me at all,” you say with a glare, “and now I know we’re married and you keep being so nice and understanding and calling me Sweetheart and I just don’t know how to deal with all of this!” you finish in a huff.

“I just feel bad that I can’t remember this, us” you add, gesturing between the two of you. “I’m trying and there’s just—” you make a frustrated noise and flop back to stare at the ceiling. “And my head still kind of hurts,” you add softly, almost pouting.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Aaron whispers. He clears his throat before continuing. “You’ll get your memories back,” he leans forward to stroke some hair off your forehead. “And until then, you know the team and I will do what we can to catch you up and help you remember.”

You push your head further into his hand with a sigh. He runs his hand through your hair a few times before pulling back and you almost whine. You yawn instead. Settling down, you tug the blanket up higher across your chest and turn to face Aaron as he also gets comfortable. He turns on the small television in your room and at some point, you fall asleep holding his hand.

---

You wake to the sound of the door opening, followed by the unmistakable click-clack of heels worn by none other than Penelope Garcia.

“Rise and shine! Time to regain your memory, lovely Y/N,” she sings, coming to a stop by the side of your bed as you roll over with a yawn.

“Pen—” you groan. “Let me sleep. Please.”

“Oh no, my little profiler. Do you have your memory back?” You shake your head. “Then we need to work on that! And don’t you dare tell me no; my wonderful Derek Morgan and I were up all night making this for you,”

You raise your eyebrows.

“Sadly, not like that. But, we compiled a presentation-slash-video montage for you about what you’ve missed!”

That catches your attention.

“Wha--? How? Penelope where did the footage come from?” you ask, more awake now.

“Well, I may or may not have used security cam footage for a lot of it, but that’s neither here nor there, so, without further ado, I present to you: your life for the past four-ish years!” and with that, she somehow connects her tablet to the TV and you see a picture of the whole team; Penelope then produces a remote from the depths of her purse and then proceeds to the next slide.

Which is a photo of you. And Aaron. Standing by the coffee machine in the office and smiling at each other, clearly unaware that the moment was being documented. The image is embellished with what must be close to fifty moving, sparkly hearts, obviously done by Garcia.

“First thing’s first,” she starts with a flourish. “Your husband!” and as if on cue, Aaron walks into the room, cup of coffee in hand. Much to your surprise, Aaron just rounds your bed to sit in the same chair you assume he fell asleep in, watching the screen.

“What is happening,” you say softly to yourself, looking from Aaron to Garcia and back.

“The doctor said photos and videos might help restore your memory, so who better to put something together than Garcia?” Hotch answers dryly, a small smile flashing across his face. “The rest of the team should be here shortly,” he says directly to Garcia.

“Oh good. I always work better with an audience,” she replies as you continue to process just what the hell is happening since you woke up approximately five minutes ago.

Within a few minutes, your hospital room is overrun with the rest of the team. Sitting, standing, leaning wherever they can find the space to view Penelope’s presentation with you in the middle of it all.

“Don’t you people have jobs?” you grumble.

“C’mon, Princess. Who better to help you remember the last few years than us?” Derek says with a cheeky grin that makes you roll your eyes.

You turn your gaze to Aaron and find that he’s already looking at you in concern.

“If you really don’t want all of us here we can leave,” he says just loud enough for you to hear.

“I just…” you take a moment to try and collect your thoughts. “I guess I just don’t know how to feel about all of this, but you’re all here so— “

“So here we go!” Penelope cheerfully finishes your sentence before turning back to the screen. “As I was saying before, part one of Operation Get Y/N’s Memories Back is all about—drumroll please—our very own Unit Chief, a.k.a. Hotch, a.k.a. loving husband to our very own Agent Y/L/N.”

With a shake of your head, purposefully ignoring the way Derek and Emily are whooping and whistling, you settle in and gesture for Penelope to continue. God, let’s hope this works.

---

It doesn’t work.

Fuck.

Three almost four hours later and nothing has changed for you. However, it’s a lovely opportunity for some team bonding and creating new memories, but you’re still disappointed. It’s not for lack of trying, though. Penelope did a wonderful job of pulling together a presentation-slash-video montage of your life, complete with titles such as ‘Your lovely husband,’ ‘The Miraculous Life, Death, and Subsequent Resurrection of Emily Prentiss,’ and even ‘Badass BAU Babies,’ which was a collection of team photos and news clips of cases you guys had closed in the past few years.

The whole team had gotten a kick out of each section, especially the last one, as Penelope had spared no one in her quest to help your memory; ugly selfies sent in the BAU group chat, embarrassing footage of you tripping up (and down) the stairs to the bullpen—courtesy of the security cameras, Reid doing physics magic and narrowly missing Rossi’s coffee cup, it was all there. But nothing worked, there was no magical ah ha moment where everything came rushing back. If anything, it really was like watching a movie; it didn’t feel like you were the one is all of these clips and photos. Not even Reid’s commentary made you feel any closer than before to recovering your memories.

It wasn’t all bad, though. Penelope had a veritable stockpile of photos of you and Aaron, ranging from the office, to cases, to the occasional night out with the team. Your engagement announcement, wedding photos, freakin’ everything on the two of you and yet, nothing seemed to make a difference to your brain.

The photo on the screen was one of you and Aaron on a case. You were tucked under his arm, snowflakes visible in your hair and his as you look up and laugh at something he said while he just smiles gently down at you. Penelope had put hearts over both your eyes.

“Actual heart eyes! I had to! You guys are so cute!” she basically squealed when the photo came up.

“What did I tell you,” Rossi said teasingly, “Yearning.”

Prentiss and Morgan hadn’t stopped laughing for this entire segment, with JJ and Reid occasionally joining in if there was something exceptionally ridiculous Penelope had included, like fucking heart eyes.

A hand covering your own makes you realize you had spaced out, and you look down to see that it’s Aaron’s hand, wedding band catching the light.

“Anything, Sweetheart?” he asks in a low voice, carefully watching your face.

You shake your head. “It’s like it’s someone else’s life, but I know it’s mine; you’ve told me it’s mine, there’s photographic evidence that it’s mine!” you say in a huff. “It just doesn’t feel like it’s mine,” you whisper, voice breaking at the end. Tears gather in your eyes and you bite your lip to stop it from shaking as you desperately try and control your overwhelming emotions. You can hear the team in the background, strategizing new ways to help you, but Aaron’s face hovers in front of your own, drawing your attention.

“It’s okay,” he says lightly, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“No, it’s not,” you insist as a few tears make their way down your face. “It’s not, Aaron. What if this is it? What if I just don’t get my memories back?”

Letting out a long sigh, Aaron raises your hand to his lips and kisses your palm before folding your hand into his.

“You will. I know you will,” he says with such conviction you might just believe him if it weren’t for the way he rapidly blinks to keep his own tears at bay.

“Yeah, Princess.” Morgan chimes in from somewhere across the room. “We’ll figure this out, you know we will.”

And with that, you see something click into place in Aaron’s eyes and suddenly, he’s looking at you in such a way that your heart picks up—thanks, heart monitor.

“Aaron…?” you ask cautiously.

“Princess,” he says it so simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You only have time to raise an eyebrow at him before—

Oh.

Kissing Aaron Hotchner is something you could definitely get used to. His hand comes up to cradle your face as he gently moves his lips against yours. You sigh and can feel his smile against your mouth before he’s tugging your face closer, tilting your head just so and—

There.

It’s like opening a window to let in a breeze. Soft and sure, filling the space in a way that’s all-encompassing without being suffocating.

Like snowflakes falling and settling on his black jacket, like Aaron down on one knee sliding your engagement ring on your finger while you smile so much it feels like your face will break. It’s leaving cups of coffee on his desk during late nights in the office. It’s playing soccer with Jack as Aaron smiles and cheers both of you on. It’s being in bed late at night, falling asleep in the comfort provided by the man you love. Your wedding vows, promising to love him forever.

And you know.

With a gasp, you pull Aaron closer, kiss him deeper, harder, moving your lips more frantically against his. I remember I remember I remember and you think he gets it because he pulls back and looks at you with so much hope it almost breaks your heart.

“When I said I’d love you forever, Aaron Hotchner, I meant it.”

And his face breaks into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen as he laughs in disbelief before capturing your lips with his again, returning the urgency you had kissed him with just moments ago.

Someone clears their throat and you pull apart, smiles obvious on both your faces as you turn to the team who are looking somewhat confused.

“Would you mind enlightening us as to why you two are suddenly acting like teenagers?” Rossi asks, eyebrows raised.

“Well,” Aaron starts, grinning in your direction, “It would seem that— “

“Nuh uh. No way,” Derek interrupts him. “Are you seriously about to say that you kissed her and she magically remembered?”

You can’t help but laugh at his disbelief because what the hell and nod, unable to speak through the giddiness overtaking your body. You remember.

“Ohmygod! You guys!!” Penelope squeals before launching herself into your arms for a hug which she promptly pulls Aaron into as well; he doesn’t protest.

“What made you do that, Hotch?” Reid asks curiously once Penelope has let you and Aaron go. “Did you know it would work?”

“Princess,” Aaron says with a nod towards Morgan. “In Jack’s storybooks, a kiss always wakes the Princess so she and her prince can live happily ever after.”

Okay that’s adorable and you can’t help but aww with the rest of the team at Aaron’s confession.

“Happily ever after, huh?” you say, tugging on his hand. “Who knew you were such a sap, Hotchner?”

Rolling his eyes, Aaron just smiles. “Wasn’t it obvious from Garcia’s presentation? I’ve been in love with you forever, Sweetheart. And besides, it worked, didn’t it?” he says with a smug smile.

You pull him down for a short kiss before moving back just enough to murmur “My Prince Charming.”

“I can’t believe you guys,” you turn to see Morgan shaking his head. “A literal fuckin’ fairytale,” and then he’s laughing and the whole team, you and Aaron included, are laughing with him because yeah this is pretty surreal.

“I can’t believe you thought I was a ghost!” Emily says once the laughter has died down, her arms crossed in mock-anger.

“Can you blame me?” you retort. “The last thing I remember was burying you and suddenly you’re here? Nope. No way. Ghost. Only explanation.”

“I have to say, Y/L/N, I’m glad you’re back, if only to stop Aaron’s sad puppy-dog eyes every time you called him ‘Hotch,’” Rossi shakes his head. “I don’t know how much more yearning I could take.”

“Hey! Be nice,” JJ admonishes, swatting Rossi’s shoulder. “I think it’s sweet.”

“Yeah guys,” you echo. “Be nice! Don’t think I forgot you two,” you say, leveling Morgan and Prentiss with glares, “and all your laughter when I couldn’t remember that my husband and I were married!”

“Oh c’mon, Princess,” Morgan groans. “It was pretty funny. You were trying so hard not to look completely in love with your husband.”

“In my defense,” you start, “I didn’t know that you guys already knew how much I love Aaron, so excuse me for trying to hide my love,” you say with a sniff.

“Well, it was pretty obvious. Whenever you looked at him or he grabbed your hand, the heart monitor would register an increase in your heart rate by—” Reid starts to ramble but your laughter cuts him off.

“I get it, I get it,” you continue through your laughter. “I’m very in love with Aaron, even when I think it’s a secret, but as Penelope’s presentation so eloquently demonstrated, I’m not subtle and neither is he.”

Aaron leans over to kiss your cheek as the rest of the team continues into a conversation about Penelope’s presentation and how the hell she collected all those photos and videos in one day.

With the attention no longer on you—for now—you smile at Aaron, who smiles right back. He slumps back in his chair with a sigh, and you can’t help but pull him back closer to you.

“I love you,” you say kissing the back of his hand.

“I love you more, Sweetheart,” he replies softly.

Yeah, this is happily ever after.

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