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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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Peaches - Part 8

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Warnings 18+: Smut: choking, creampie. Fluff: baby birth, flashbacks, kissing. Angst: hospital discussion. Might be more! Let me know!

Forgive me if there are typos. English isn’t my only language

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“Oh fuck baby” Joe’s moans echoed through out, vibrating against the bed.

Your hips were rocking hard against his body, sweat glistened in the early sunlight. Your boobs bounced heavily against your chest, panting hard and hot as his cock hit your soft spot.

Gripping onto any bit of skin you could find as your body shook, you were so close to your orgasm. The sounds of skin slapping and wet squelching noises were mixed between your loud moans.

He looked so pretty as he held onto your cheeks, grinding you against his cock. His eyes were flickering between open and closed, his tip was scratching against the top of your wet pussy.

“You going to cum in me?” You panted, now bouncing heavily as your ass hit his thighs.

Your eyes rolling back slightly as his cock twitched around you, unable to reply to you as he shuddered through his high. His cock spurting hot cum inside you, it felt warm around your walls as his hand began to spank your clit.

It stung as he spanked your clit harder and harder with each movement, you loved it. Thrusting your hips against his cock, it was still hard inside you. Your body twitched as the build up to your orgasm edged closer, gasping as you suddenly grabbed his arms tightly.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cum Joe” you whined loudly, shaking rapidly. He forced your body down, needing you to cum on his cock.

“Cum for me baby” He croaked, using all his force to keep you down as you came hard around him.

Wailing loudly as you felt yourself cum hard, tears dropped from your eye ducts at the intense sensation. No one had ever had you cum this hard before.

He bounced you on his cock until both of you twitched and came for a second time from overstimulation. Determined to keep your pussy full with his cum, he didn’t remove himself from you until the very last second.

This was the best sex of your life, it was also the sex that lead to the pregnancy of your daughter. You would never forget that night with him as you laid alone in the hospital bed, you were a month early.

The doctors made sure you were comfortable, gave you all the things you requested. During your pregnancy Joe had paid for a private room and private care, telling you he wanted nothing more for his baby and you.

But Joe was not conscious to see you both and it terrified you, your eyes grew heavy as no further change to your body occurred. Resting until the sounds of Emily’s voice echoed loudly throughout the hallway, you chuckled as she demanded to see you.

Sleepily, you waved as her head popped through the door. Rushing over to hug you tightly before dropping her things, she kissed your head aggressively with love.

The smell of her crowded your nostrils as she pulled up the closest chair and gripped your hand tightly, her bag rattled against the edge of the side table. Emptying about a few of your favourite things on the bed with an excited babble, she bought you tea and snacks.

As it grew later, her body was now crumpled up in the uncomfortable chair. Her hand still in yours as you felt your body dive into more painful contractions, controlling your breathing as you rolled over onto your front.

You stayed in the this position even after nurses and doctors flowed through the room, Emily had awoken many times since your first proper contractions, your daughter was still nowhere near and you were in agonising pain. All you needed was Joe, to hear his voice and his touch.

He had been in the hospital for over a month now, you had organised the rest of the house for the arrival of your daughter. Not realising that she had other plans until this moment.

29 hours later, your beautiful baby was in your arms. The room was surrounded with your family, all expect one person. The main person, Joe.

Tears began to fall with mixed feelings are she cooed, handing her round to every friendly face in the room. The nurse that was attending Joe was standing by the door with a smile on her face, she held the baby delicately before she handed her back to you.

“Whenever you’re ready, you can show her to him. He’s not awake but he can hear you” her voice was shaky as she leans forward to whisper in your ear.

Your heart breaking instantly at her words, she stays in your arms for a while. Your hospital room is crowded even after you fall asleep, her name still isn’t decided on.

When you awoke, your baby was no longer in your arms. Emily was the only in the room, her tired smile and rough eyes looked at you. She was reading her current book with her hand in yours, the startled look on your face was reassured through three gentle strokes of her thumb.

“Where is she?” Your voice filled with alarm as your heart rate increased. Jolting up in the bed, gasping for breath.

“Hey, it’s okay. She’s just on the baby ward right now, we can go see her if you want?” Her voice was calm and soothing, still stroking your arm softly.

You nodded, unable to say anything. Struggling to get out of bed without her help, you clutched onto her for support as you regained your control. Your legs shaking as you waddling through the hospital, the baby ward was calm and quiet.

Peering through the glass, your eyes scanned until you saw her. Fast asleep amongst the other babies, she was still unnamed.

With the help of Emily and a nurse, you carried her to see Joe. His machines were quick and loud as she cooed in your arms, standing close to him with her warm body.

“Hey Joe, our mini little Peaches is here.” Your voice breaking slightly as she softly began to cry.

“I haven’t named her yet but I was thinking about one of the names that we talked about. Posie sounds nice” tears began to fall down your cheeks, her cries grew louder after you said the name.

Looking down at her as her eyes opened gently swaying her side by side as her little cries filled the room.

“Posie, it’s okay. We’re seeing your daddy” Smiling down at her as she began stop crying at the sound of your voice, bringing her closer to Joe.

His monitor beeped rapidly as you leant forward, it happened so quickly as you were rushed out the room. The nurse taking Posie out of your arms and rushing her back to the baby ward, the door was closed behind you as you listened to the doctors and nurses crowd around Joe.

Your chest grew heavy, your legs buckled as you fell to your knees. Physically and emotionally in every kind of pain, Emily caught you and held you. Finally able to move you from the spot, you were weak and sad as you wondered through the hospital.

Collapsing onto the hospital bed in tears, Emily tucked you under the covers and held you until sleep found you.

You dreamt of Joe, you dreamt that he was holding your daughter.

Your sleep was broken, waking up in cold sweats. Images of Joe in heattbreaking positions with the nurses and doctors crowded around him, making you cry. You were alone, Emily had written a note.

Hey Peaches,

Joe was stable whilst you slept so I went to check on him.

Love you

Emily

Your tears changed into happy tears, clutching onto the letter. You drank thirstily from the clear cup, laughing to yourself as your body floated with mixed feelings.

Able to walk more freely now, you delicately got changed. Practically rushing as quickly as you could to get into his hospital room, the machines beeping steadily as you stood in the doorway.

He looked peaceful, Emily was nowhere to be seen as you entered the room. Taking what supposedly was her seat, his hand in yours. You stared at him until your head fell onto his arm asleep.

Awaking to his hand twitching in yours, gasping as you opened your eyes quickly.

“Joe?” Your voice was filled with worry as you scanned his face.

“Peaches” his voice croaked, that beautiful smile appeared on his face.

Tired looks were exchanged, and tears pulled at your tear ducts as you squeezed his hand tighter. Not wanting to hurt him, your body was shaking as you began to cry into his chest.

His smell was faintly wafting up your nostrils, exhaustion seeped across your veins as he weakly pulled you closer. His rasped breathing in your ear as you gently clambered onto the bed next to him. loosely tangling your bodies together. His fingers weaved in between your hair as you felt his body rise and fall, after long sleep found you both.

You stayed with him until the nurse came to collect you, her soft voice soothed you as you kissed Joe softly before leaving him. Not realising you were crying until Posie was thrust into your arms and Emily was wheeling you out into the light. Joe was edging further and further away from you for the first time in weeks, it felt like your whole body was being ripped up.

Settling into a routine was hard, Emily was at your side the whole time. She presumed Joe's side of the bed to assist you with everything whilst Joe healed slowly in the hospital.

A few weeks after you all went home without Joe, you decided to visit Joe with Posie alone. Your nerves were making you shake as you carried her through the hospital, he had been moved from the ICU and into a regular ward making it safer for you all to visit.

He was sat upright in the bed, the sunlight bouncing off his golden curls as he noticed the door opening. You watched as his eyes lit up at the sight of you, beaming at you as you edged closer to the bed.

Posie stirred in your arms as you bent closer to Joe, exposing her pretty face to him. He made grabby motions towards her, as you carefully transfered her into his arms.

She cooed up at him, as he gazed down at her. Smiling from the side of the bed, you fumbled around in your bag until you bought out your camera. Managing to get a shot of Joe still amazed at her, the sunlight exposing the photograph as the snap of the camera took it. You stayed with Joe for as long as you could, the night crept up on you both and

you leant foreward to kiss him once more before sadly leaving the room.

As you reached the hospital doors, there was a loud commotion outside. Lights flashing, a babble of voices were echoing throughout the lobby. You were not ready as you pushed the doors open, your vision was blinded from the lights and the noise got louder in your ear.

Questions were shouted towards you, their bodies were pushing hard against you as you struggled through the crowd and out in the car park. It was the paparazzi, they had heard about Joe’s hospitalization and knew who you were since Comic Con. As you hid Posie under your coat and into your chest, you managed to make it to the car where Emily was standing. With her help you safely put Posie in the car, the fear of the voices and flashing lights made your body shake as the paparazzi gathered around the car.

Your eyes constantly on Posie, who was gargling underneath the soft muslin clothed blanket in her seat. Emily carefully managed to avoid hitting any of people as she muttered under her breath, happy to be free of the commotion you relaxed into your chair. Once you all arrived home, carrying Posie into the house you noticed a bundle of letters sat on your front mat. Curiously, you picked them up as you rushed upstairs. You sat in the half made nursery as Posie drifted to sleep in her cot, caressing the letters that were addressed to Joe and two that was addressed to you.

The first one, was colourful and beautiful fan written letter from someone that enjoyed Joe’s movies. After the surface about your recent child and Joe’s accident, this fan decided to send you some love and a handmade knitted baby cardigan. It was peach with white ducks scattered across it, your heart swelled as you lifted it to view it.

You were unsure if the fan was unaware of your famous nickname or if they liked the colour but your mind drifted to Joe. Feeling happier that he was awake and able to talk, you were hopeful that he was able to come home soon. Tucking the cardigan into one of the mahogany chest of drawers, you opened the second letter. This one was from Joe,

Peaches,

Oh how I have missed you, I dreamt about you whilst I was asleep and I forgot just how beautiful you were and our baby. She is divine.

I cannot wait to start this new journey together with you, I never thought we’d ever be here together but I am so happy we are.

You will find two bracelets in the envelope, one for mama Peach and one for baby Peach. I was meant to give you them on the day of the accident but that never happened, I am looking forward to seeing you both wearing them when I’m home.

Yours

Joe

Tears had already fallen onto the pages as you clutched them in your hands, rereading his letter over and over again. Until you found the courage to open the envelope further to find two pretty pearl and peach coloured bracelets. Gasping you admired them in the light, they shone brightly as you measured it up to your wrist.

Not realizing that you fallen asleep in Posie’s room with the letters on your lap until the sound of her cries startled you. Holding her close as she fed, you twisted the bracelet onto her wrist.

As the early hours of the morning crept through her bedroom window, her small warm body clutching to yours. You heard Emily fumble around quickly before happily entering the room, her eyes lit up with excitement for you.

“Joe has been discharged, would you like me to pick him up?” She pondered, watching as you nodded rapidly.

Not wanting to be apart from Posie but knew that Emily would be able to avoid the paparazzi. You wandered about the house with Posie close to you, the excitement and nerves of Joe finally coming home after a month away was pulsating throughout you.

Just as you were about to get tired of waiting, the keys turned in the front door of the house. Emily and Joe’s voices echoed in the hallway as she guided him upstairs, you placed Posie down for a second in the mobile cot as you made space in the bed.

He looked tired but happy as he steadily walked into the room, crutches helped him before you angled him under the covers. His hair was floppy and stuck to his head, your hands ruffled it up as you let it slide between your fingers. You were overcome with joy as you smiled at him, he patted the empty spot next to him.

Posie cooed in her bed as you made yourself comfortable next to him, his arm was resting around your back. Relaxing into the bed, he pushed your head closer to his as you felt his breath on your cheek. You closer the gap between your faces and kissed him, you felt yourself begin to cry from intensity.

As he pulled away from you, you watched as he grinned at you. Routing around in the bag that Emily had placed on the floor until he pulled out an object.

“I got you a can of Peaches” his beautiful grin made you laugh with both sadness and amusement.

It was the battered tin of Peaches that was floating around in the bottom of his bag when the accident happened. His humor was always different to yours but it was one of the reasons why you clicked.

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flagbridge · 7 months

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Shows I saw in 2023 Part 6: Phantom London (3 shows, 3 Casts, AMA)

Listen, originally it started with going once. Then another friend wanted to go another night. Then I thought if I gambled with matinee Rush seats I might get a different cast. Turns out I was right.

Tues 10/10: Jon Robyns/Eve Shanu-Wilson/Joe-Griffiths Brown

Weds 10/11: James Gant/Lily Kerhoas/Joe

Thurs 10/12: Jon/Lily/Joe

I hit the jackpot. Also shoutout to the whole crew on Thursday night when the stage lost power right before final lair and they had to pause the show for five minute to get the stage set.

Some overall thoughts after the cutline:

Lily is the best Christine I have ever seen live, hands down. She is also the strongest (even stronger than Emilie Kouatchou). She is damn near calling a lot of the shots. Some ways: she locks the door between "Things have changed, Raoul" and "Insolent Boy". She does NOT want Raoul coming back. She is seemingly delighted to hear the "voice" and is very willing going through the mirror. On the travelator during the title track she actually goes ahead of Phantom by several feet like "so we're going to your place, right?". During AIAOY, she pulls away from Raoul during her first verse and her body language is telling him "Say you love me" is her giving her terms and conditions. During PONR after she feels Phantoms' mask and he pulls away from her she's the one putting his hands on her waist and pressing herself against him like "ahem, you started this fire and now I'm going to pour some gasoline on it. "

Between Eve and Lily, Eve is very good but Lily is so exceptional that she's far and away better. The key difference is Eve's Christine is much more fearful and tentative. For example, during STYDI, once Christine is on the floor, Eve is turned away from Phantom the entire time. Lily is facing him the entire time. Both Phantoms briefly show his whole face again, and then she reacts, which is followed by the "Oh Christine". With Eve, she yelps. With Lily, they're so close it looks like they're about to kiss. Lily gasps. During PONR, Eve's Christine is much more tentative and fearful. Lily's is into it. In both of them, the Phantoms are taking Christine off the stage to get her out of danger (they both have two guns pointed at them right before this)

Jon vs James. Tough one. Jon by a hair BUT Gantom's chemistry with Christine is palpable and off the charts. They are both phenomenal. It's hard to choose. Gant is going on so much right now that he's basically an alternate at this point, so he's getting in the reps and sets to really make the role his own and develop chemistry with the Christines. I think I liked Jon just slightly more but he's also the last person I saw. If I saw Gantom again I might say he's my favorite.

Vocally, both of them manage to achieve the ghost-like, floaty phantom who brings the power when it matters, and make very subtle changes with their breath control to convey emotion (especially when pleading with Christine). They are both very sad and desperate Phantoms, but James Gant has a sweetness to his that I think is very interesting to watch. He's the only Phantom that has ever made me cry before final lair. He holds his heart during the AIAOY reprise and then does it again during final lair (the only thing I don't like is Gant is a "daddying gaze" Phantom, and I despise the fathering line--Robyns does far-reaching). Jon does this thing during AIAOY where he is hitting his ears (he does not do it during Final Lair). His crying during final lair is also exceptionally realistic and desperate.

Again on the combo: Lily and Jon both do a thing after the kiss where they are both touching their lips trying to figure wtf just happened and what they're feeling. Jon is the one to break the kiss and Christine damn nearly needs to be dragged out of the lair. But...Lily/James MOTN was so sensual I was like...do we need to ask the children in the audience to leave? I think she still has a father/daughter relationship with Jon from their time in Les Miz

Joe Griffiths-Brown is a wonderful singer and plays Raoul as a arrogant puppy. However, I wasn't really getting any chemistry between him and any of the Christines. He's still a little wooden but I think he's going to continue to develop in the role.

I had Grace Hume as u/s Meg. I hesitate to say anything negative here, but her singing is noticeably lackluster to the point that it's distracting. I hoped maybe she had a bad day on Tuesday but it was the same every time.

I stagedoored the last night and met Lily, Joe, and James. They were all kind and gracious!

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 1 year

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Code Blue - Ch. 9 "Wicked Game"

Summary: Orlando returns home with a stolen treasure that he can't take his eyes off of. Megan sinks to a whole new low. Lee has a vivid dream. His world blows up as he loses more than one thing he loves. Megan faces Jo's wrath. Josie gets one hell of a shock.

*Warnings* Language, sexual references, smut, angst, death, mentions of medical malpractice, anxiety, alcohol mentions/use

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando, Megan, Amy, Britt

Salem, Massachusetts

February 10, 2023

12:15 am

Orlando returned to his ocean front condo a little after midnight and went straight up to his bedroom. Reaching under the bed, he slid out a box of personal belongings, one being that of a picture frame that encased a photo of him, his mom and two sisters. He had just moved in a month ago and still had not found time to unpack his things.

He sat down on the bed and reached into his jacket's inner pocket, pulling out your photo that he took from your room. He then placed it on the glass over top of his family, sliding it firmly inside the upper corner and stared into your golden eyes.

He then texted you to let you know he made it home safe although he knew you probably wouldn't see it until the morning since you had been, to put it blatantly, sloshed and had fallen right to sleep after he laid you down in your bed.

"Hey Josie. Just wanted to let you know I am home and ok. I had a wonderful time with you tonight although I am sorry it had to be under such sad circumstances. Maybe we could go out sometime, that is if you would like to. I'm sorry for what you are going through. Thinking of you. Talk soon."

The wide awake doctor placed your photo on his night stand and laid down with his chocolate eyes fixated on your image until he fell asleep.

8 am

Megan had removed your phone from the charger and took it to her room. Last night she had been lurking about when Lee had shown up, watching the entire exchange. Later, she had managed to snap a few compromising photos of you and Orlando during the kitchen party you had with him, Amy and Emily. Nothing too damaging, just an innocent hugs and what not, but she knew Lee would not see it that way, especially with Orlando being his best friend. From what she could tell, the enticing Dr. Pace was irrevocably besotted with you...and his voicemail that she had just listened to confirmed it. She planned on destroying any chances you had with the doting doctor after the humiliating confrontation between you and her.

Megan had always been extremely jealous of you ever since yours and her teen years. All the guys chased after you. A perfect barbie doll is how she saw you, who got all the Ken's....and it made her more angry because you were never interested in them or their attention. Even her own brother, Jason, adored you more. Now, you finally had a man you actually wanted and she was bound and determined to blow that right out of the water. She also saw Dr. Bloom's text to you that he sent last night which enraged her, that yet again, another man was falling at your feet, worshiping the ground you walked upon.

The sly sibling typed in Lee's number and composed a text message to him with the attached the photos, one being a hug between you and Orlando when he had arrived and the other of him up close and personal, touching your face. Although he had only been wiping your tears, it looked seemingly intimate from the angle she snapped it at. This would bestow your wrath upon her soon enough, but she didn't care as the damage would already be done.

"Seems my sister can't decide which doctor she wants. He also carried her up to bed last night and I had to listen to the moaning and the bed thumping against the wall all night long."

Megan hit send with a devious grin. Sure, the entire text was fabricated, but would Lee believe you, or Orlando when you both tried to convince him otherwise? Doubtful. It was yours and Dr. Bloom's word against hers as there were no other witnesses. Britt had left early with Dave, Amy spent the evening in the bathroom sick and Emily went to bed.

Megan then quickly put your phone back and went back to bed without a care, anticipatingly waiting for the bomb to drop and blow up your world.

Earlier -7 am

Lee muttered and moaned in his sleep as you vividly invaded his dreams. You were in bed with him, your hand caressing his bare chest over his St. Christopher pendant and small soft patch of hair that lied atop his pounding heart. The way you smiled and gazed at him was that of pure desire but it also held that of a burning love, like he was all you could see. Every time your hand moved, golden sparks the color of your eyes, radiated over him.

He had sexual dreams before, what man didn't? But this was something he had never experienced before. It was like you were really there. He could feel you, smell you. Every detail of your face was pronounced as the candlelight shimmered of off your smooth skin. An angel was all he saw.

His cock was throbbing, begging, pleading for your hand to find it as your fingertips traveled down his happy trail. His lips were parted, yearning for yours to take his breath away with an overly longed for kiss. The closer your mouth came to his, the heavier he breathed, the stronger his solid cock twitched, the more his hips relentlessly swayed against you. Your hand was now slipping under the covers that barely concealed his aching manhood.

"Lee."

His name flowed out of your mouth in reverberation as your lips grazed his, your sweet warm breath tickling his tongue that was urgently waiting for yours. Your hand found his long and girthy impatient member and your fingers curled around it, sending a shockwave through him. His head arched back as he madly moaned, his hips bucked and....

Lee woke up aspirating and grunting your name as he released, saturating himself and his sweat pants with his warm essence. He then desperately felt the empty spot beside him, realizing you were never there.

Off to the shower he went with intentions of zero degree water because after that dream, he was still very much aroused. He needed to focus as he had a 9 am conference meeting at the hospital.

Lee chugged down a red bull and quickly devoured a protein bar. For being a physician, he certainly had the most unhealthy diet. There was no one to cook for and he had no desire to cook for himself, He was into the fitness part though. Working out, running, hiking, surfing and yoga were just a few of the physical activities he enjoyed doing. although the past week he had been slacking with all that had been going on.

He headed out the door a little after 8 in a light blue dress shirt, satin navy vest with matching slacks and tie, black oxfords and carried the navy suit jacket as it was another oddly warm February day. Getting in the car, his cell phone sounded. He had some glimpse of hope that it was from you in response to his voicemail he left last night. I wasn't from you, but it certainly was about you from a number he didn't recognize. His heart shattered as he read the message and swiped through the attached photos.

8:30 am

Orlando was on his first morning break when he received a call from his very distressed and angry best friend.

"You just had to do it didn't you? You just had to go after her."

"Lee...calm down, what is going on? I don't know what you mean about going after her. Going after who?"

"Really? Is this how you're going to play it? I know that you fucked her last night. Did you really take advantage of a poor girl who's mourning the loss of her brother?? Someone who says she is Jo's sister sent me the photos and told me all about you carrying her up to bed and keeping her up all night with your...."

Lee paused as he sat in the hospital parking lot. He couldn't even finish the sentence.

Orlando froze and stood dumbfounded as Lee then continued his rant, having a good idea that Megan had did something terrible.

"How could you do it man? You knew...you know... what she means to me?"

"Lee...slow down man. I don't know what you are talking about. What pictures?"

"Well obviously you don't know that you both were photographed while displaying your affections for one another, so here, let me send them to you."

Orlando's heart was palpitating and he really didn't know why because he knew he...and you...didn't do anything wrong.

He left the cafeteria and went to the locker room waiting on these so called photos.

"There. You gonna deny it now?" Lee snapped.

Orlando opened his texts to see two photos of him and you hugging and one with his hand on your face, standing only inches apart.

"Lee, man...I can explain these...."

"No...you can't. I have eyes. I can clearly see what is happening here although I had been blind to it. You moved in on a pregnable girl, knowing how upset she was yesterday...."

"Lee stop! You don't know what the hell you are talking about. And...she was upset over you or did you forget that part? Nothing happened! Trust me, she wants to be with you or are you that damn oblivious?"

All Orlando thought of in that moment was when you snapped at him for calling her Jo, demanding only Lee to call her that.

"Did you not carry her up to bed? and have inconspicuous sex all night?"

"I don't know what Megan told you, but she is a liar. She has it out for Josie. The both of them got in a huge fight last night. Come on Lee, open your eyes and see what's going on here."

"Oh I see alright...right here in front of me that I can't stop looking at. You just couldn't do it could you? Let me finally....finally be happy. She was the one thing that woke me up inside, brought me back to life...and you had to ruin it..."

"Stop!"

Orlando was now pissed off. "You're clearly not going to listen to reason, but listen to this. If anyone ruined what you and she could have possibly had, that was you!"

Orlando hung up and immediately called you as he paced about, but there was no answer.

"Come on, come on pick up." he reeled as he stood frozen with his head down, pinching his eyes brows together with his fingers.

"Josie...call me back when you get this, it's extremely urgent!"

Lee knew the two of you were not an item, but something....something had began between you both and he knew you felt it too, at least he wanted to believe that. Whether he had a right or not to feel what he was feeling....he felt it...he felt it immensely and couldn't make it go away even if he wanted it to.

The meeting commenced, unfortunately with Dr. Westbourne and Dr. Conrad both present. Lee did his best to concentrate but about fifteen minutes in, he found his mind wandering to you and those images.

He found himself loosening his tie as his airways constricted when he envisioned you in bed with his best friend. You had never been his, yet he felt like he had lost his true best friend that he barely knew.

"Dr. Pace? Did you hear what I have just told you?" Dr. Westbourne asked in a second attempt to gain his attention.

"Oh...yes. Sorry. What...what was the question?"

She stared at him, recalling his manic visit to your place yesterday.

"Do you understand the purpose of this meeting? Your patient, Miss Henrietta Carpenter's family has requested a brain autopsy. They believe a medical error was made during her tumor removal."

Britt's words began to echo and fade as Lee's mind traveled to the 18 year old girl who had asked to see him multiple times the day before she died. It was the day the explosion victims came in and he was needed to assist in their treatments because of short staffing and one patient, your brother, had head trauma, so he had never made it in to see her. Could he had made a mistake? There were always complication risks with brain surgery...but...did he cause one? Did his mental state of mind finally catch up to him in his work and cause the death of that young trusting girl?

He stood up, leaning on the table to balance himself. The anxiety was beginning to claim his ability to focus....to breathe.

"Dr. Pace. Are you alright?" Dr. Westbourne asked as she came over to him.

He didn't speak and was perspiring and pale.

"Can I have everyone leave the room please while I speak with Dr. Pace."

He knew this was bad and that Britt was about to let him know just how bad it really was.

"Lee...the board is concerned, as am I about your mental state of mind lately. It has not gone unnoticed. I am aware of the reasons behind it and I am truly sorry and sympathetic over it...but with that said...it is clearly affecting your work and that puts your patients at risk. Lee...I am sorry but I have no choice but to suspend you until the results of the autopsy are back. And...god forbid, if the results do determine medical malpractice, the family will most likely file a lawsuit against the hospital and you. The girl's mother claims her daughter had repeatedly asked to see you and you had never came in. ...that was the day before she died...They claim she was in discomfort that night."

"I was in the ER with you and the explosion patients for christ sakes! She was always asking for me and it was always for non medical reasons Britt! If she was experiencing problems, why wasn't I paged? I was never even told about her death until I came in for my shift the next day!"

"Lee, I know this but...this is standard protocol. You know as well as I do of the many complications that can arise, and that does not mean it was caused by you. We just have to wait and see. And...I saw you at Josie's yesterday Lee...and the state you were in...."

Lee whipped his head up in anger. "This has nothing to do with Jo. You leave her out of this."

"So...you are calling her Jo now? and quite defensive of her I might add. Lee, what is going on between the two of you? You looked like hell yesterday and you still do."

"That is none of your business." he snapped and pursed his lips.

"Oh but it is...and the hospital's when it affects your work ethic. You need help Lee and..."

"Jesus...no wonder people call you the britch." he reeled and stormed out.

Lee got in his car, slammed the door shut and tried to breathe. He took out his phone again...almost calling you because you were the only one he wanted to talk to....needed to talk to. Instead, he found himself looking through the photos again when suddenly he came across one he had never seen...a very disturbing one. A photo of him laying passed out on the floor from when he fell out of the attic...and it was taken from the attic.

How did it get on his phone? He didn't have this phone when that happened...and who took it? because he was alone that night...or so he thought.

Lee sat up in a befuddled state and then drove off.

Earlier at 8:45 am

You woke up with a screaming headache and the taste of last night's bad decisions in your mouth. As you laid there, unwilling to get up, your thoughts went straight to Lee and you knew he had been in your dreams as well. Suddenly, the sound of car tires squealing to a stop in the driveway and a door slamming alerted you.

You got up to look out the window wondering who would be here this early and why so dramatically at that. When you saw it was Orlando, you rushed to put your slipper boots on and ran downstairs to see what was going on.

Upon opening the door, he rushed right in.

"Josie....we need to talk. I tried calling but you didn't answer."

"I'm sorry, my phone has been down here charging. Orlando, what is wrong??"

"Well that explains how she did it."

"Who? Did what? Come sit down, you look like you're going to pass out."

"Your phone...she got Lee's number from it and..."

"Whoa whoa what? Who Orlando?"

"Your sister. She took photos of us last night in the kitchen and sent them to him...she told him I had carried you up to bed and that we had sex."

"What?"

"One of us hugging, the other when I was only wiping your tears away. Megan had been watching us undetected and took pictures. She apparently saw me take you up to bed, but she lied to Lee and told him she heard us...you know."

"Seriously? Wait...how do you know this?"

"Because Lee called me and told me and to put it mildly...he was pissed off and didn't believe me when I told him it wasn't true."

Orlando showed you the racy appearing photos, although they were completely innocent.

You couldn't believe what you just heard and seen. Emotional pain consumed you first as you thought Lee and how he must feel. It was unbearable.

Then the rage took over as you grabbed Orlando's phone from his hand, then went flying up the stairs to confront Megan. Your screams of her name awoke Amy and Emily who came running in.

"You!! You ruined everything!!!"

Megan sat up as Amy asked what was going on. You shoved the phone at her.

"This...this is what's going on. She took these last night without me knowing and then sent them to Lee, telling him Orlando and I slept together!"

Amy gawked at the pics. "This is crazy."

"Why would you do this!!! Do you think of no one but yourself?! Of course you do, what a stupid fucking question. DO you have any idea what Lee is probably going through?? Do you even care??" you shouted at the top of your lungs.

"I was angry!"

"SO you go and hurt someone else because you were ANGRY at me...ME!!"

Emily and Amy stood speechless while Orlando sat downstairs listening to the fiasco.

"Yes, I did! Because you deserved it after what you did last night, humiliating me in front of everyone...in front of Mom! Since when do you care about this guy anyways when no one is good enough for the holier than thou Josephine!"

"Well Megan, I do care about him and if you weren't such a spoiled little brat, maybe you would understand that!"

You stormed out and ran back downstairs to get your phone and try to repair the probably irreparable damage.

"How could you do something like that??" Amy asked Megan.

Megan peered up at Amy in silence. She had always liked Amy because no matter the grievances she had with you, Amy had still been nice to her."

"It's disloyal. And something like this can never be undone. Ever." Amy continued and then left in disgust.

Amy came downstairs and gave Orlando his phone back as you listened to Lee's voicemail from last night that surprisingly, Megan didn't delete.

"Jo...please...I only want to talk...and try to somehow fix this. Can you please let me do that? It's killing me knowing that I hurt you and that you're...are you afraid of me now? I swear to god I would never hurt you. I know how fucking stupid I sound saying that after what I did and there is no excuse...I chose to drink and take those pills which caused me to become someone else. Jo, I take full responsibility for my actions and I am so damn sorry. Please...please can you ever forgive me? I know I don't have the right to ask anything of you, but please, could you let me try to make this right? To show you I am not a monster. We...we connected...and it was strong.....I know you felt it too Jo. It was real... that's why it hurts so damn much....Please...call me."

The regret and pain you felt was like no other as you sat down and cried into your hands. The emotional turmoil and anguish in his voice gutted you. You had treated him so horribly when he had came over in such a bad way. He clearly needed someone and he chose that someone to be you...and you turned him away. He was right...so right..about the connection. It was very very real and incredibly strong. You never believed he was a monster, just a man in severe agony...and he needed you.....you needed him.

You dried your eyes and called him. You had to try to explain. Maybe if he heard it from you, he would realize the truth.

Lee returned to his lake house, ripped his tie from his neck and then shaved his beard off. Anything at that moment on his neck or face suffocated him. The mood he was now in required some liquid medicine. He changed into some jeans, a blue and red plaid shirt and a black knit hat revealing the bad boy image he once had years ago, then he sped off to the bar down the road as he couldn't sit in the house alone with himself...not again.

With the music blaring some good old rock n roll, he cruised around for a bit to blow off some steam before going into the bar or he knew he would most likely end up in some altercation as it wouldn't take much to set him off.

The cd shuffled to the next random song. He stared at the player for a moment in shock. Why did that song of all songs have to play? He couldn't bear it and shut the music off completely.

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Then his phone rang. When he picked it up and saw it was you, he hit ignore and tossed it aside aggressively.

After a few hours at the bar, a girl came in. A girl he knew from his past that he once hooked up with, but felt nothing for. Jessica was her name. A petite young sandy blonde.

"Lee?" she asked as she stood at the bar where he sat.

He did a double take when he recognized her. "Jess...hey. How are you?"

"Not bad. How you been looka?" she smiled with seductive eyes.

"Been better. Sit down, let me buy you a drink."

She obliged and the two sat and caught up for awhile. Lee was feeling pretty good and invited her to follow him back to his place. Again, she obliged and off they went.

"Orlando...thank you for coming to tell me all this but I need to go find Lee. He won't answer."

Orlando reluctantly left and you went to take a shower to wash off last night's gritty feeling and refresh yourself.

When you got to his rental house, his car was not there. You tried calling him again but this time it went straight to voicemail. You didn't leave one and called Orlando.

"Hey...Lee is not there. Do you know where he might be at?"

"Possibly one of his other places, otherwise, I am not sure."

"Could you give me those addresses...please?"

He hesitated because he wanted to be with you, but he knew if he didn't tell you, you would find out some other way. He also knew it was hopeless to pine after you as your heart clearly lied with his best friend.

"Sure...you got a pen?"

You jotted down both locations and then drove off on your search for the missing doctor.

The closest one was on the lake so you chose that one first and lucky for you, there sat his car, with another one behind it you didn't recognize. You knocked on the door and rang the bell but there was no answer. Maybe he was ignoring you, you thought...or maybe he was in the shower or sleeping...but then your eyes went to the car that sat behind his. Then you heard laughing coming from the boat house on the other side of the driveway. Walking down the blacktop pathway, you froze as you came to the open door. There was Lee with a woman hoisted up on him, and they were kissing.

That immediately ceased when she saw you.

The look on his face was first that of surprise and remorse. He never in a million years thought you would come looking for him and actually come to this place.

"What are you doing here Jo?"

"Honestly, I don't even know now. I think I just wasted my time and interrupted yours."

Then, he got cocky.

"Thought you would be off with Orlando somewhere, or wait...was it Dave you said you were seeing?"

You could tell he had been drinking and that he 100 percent believed you had slept with Orlando.

"So this is what you do huh? Make assumptions and believe my lying jealous sister instead of your best friend who told you nothing happened between us? and then bring some random bar whore to your place to make a huge stupid mistake?"

You looked at her as if you knew who she was, but she didn't say a word.

All he did was raise his eyebrows while giving you smug disdainful stare in admission to your accusation.

There was something in his eyes though...something that said he hated what he was doing to you right now, but your anger made you ignore it.

"Well...I guess there's nothing more to say."

Beside you, there was a sculpture of a woman, but you hadn't paid enough attention to it to see who it was. In retaliation to his heartless reaction, you suddenly knocked the art work clean off of it's pedestal, sending it shattering to the ground and walked out.

He went to clean it up and felt sick, not from drinking, but from the unnecessary pain he just caused you. Your car door slammed, causing him to flinch and then you raced off squealing your tires. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, wanting to get in his car and chase after you...beg you to forgive his stupidity...because you were right...this was a mistake. He didn't want this woman, not even in the slightest and even if you hadn't shown up, he knew he never would have gone through with sleeping with her. He began to realize that Orlando had told the truth, otherwise, why would you have bothered seeking him out if you wanted his best friend...or Dave even...which he now was seeing that was also nothing but a ruse.

"Hey...forget her. Let's go up to your room."

"Get out." he mumbled.

"What?"

"GET OUT!" he then shouted as he slightly tuned his head to the side enough to leer at her.

"You know what? Fuck you Lee." she snarked and stomped out.

"No thanks." he muttered as he picked up the broken pieces of what was once.....you.

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disneyfan1955 · 10 months

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Haunted Mansion OC #2

Just a Q and A

How old is Emma? She is 26 years old.

What is her gender? Female

What's her sexuality, and is she seeing anyone? She is ace, and no, she's not interested in any romantic relationships, much to the chagrin of her mother, who is a huge romantic.

How tall is Emma? She is 5'2 if she's standing up straight, but she slouches a lot.

What does Emma look like? She is always in men's work clothes because it's more comfortable for her, and her profession requires it. She has wild shoulder-length dark brown hair. She also has dark eyes. She actually looks a lot like her father.

What is her defining feature? Her face almost always looks like she's mad or unamused when in reality, it is just her face.

Does her name have meaning? She was originally named after her mother, but she slightly changed it to separate herself from her past. If she were to change it completely, it would take too long to get accustomed to.

Whose her family? Hatty and Emily are her parents.

What's her relationship with her family? She and her mother have a back-and-forth relationship. They love each other immensely, but they often butt heads. For instance, Emily doesn't like how much Emma won't even try to hold her tongue. Emma doesn't like that Emily tries to get her interested in romance and other girly things. At the end of the day, though, they do love each other. Emma and her father's relationship seems like they hate each other, but they just constantly make fun of each other. It's their love language, making fun of each other.

Where does she live? She's an archaeologist and anthropologist, so she travels wherever her research takes her. When she has no work to do, which is rare, she'll either stay in the mansion or with her best friend and his family.

Does she look up to anyone? How do you think Hattie found out about Josh Gates? She deeply admires him, and that spreads to Hattie when he starts watching his show with her.

Who's her best friend? Gabe, most definitely, met him at college, and he found out about her being a she, and he kept his mouth shut. They ended up forming a strong bond; she was the best man at his wedding and godmother to his son.

Is she well-liked? No, not really. That is because she is brutally honest and doesn't read social cues well. Also, the issues of her past with Thomas have made her very skeptical, with high walls around herself for protection. This makes her come off as rude and unsympathetic, but in reality, she is very loving. It is evidenced by the way she interacts with the people she's close to.

How does she handle a compliment? She will say a thank you and probably go back to doing what she is doing completely unphased.

Is she affectionate? No, she needs a warning if you're going to touch her, period.

Is she driven? Yes, she has dreams of adventures and seeing the world. She also has a thirst for knowledge. She worked hard posing as a man and earned two master's, one in archaeology and the other in anthropology (both specializing in fieldwork), under the name Edmund Harber.

Has she ever seriously injured herself? Yes, she goes and does dangerous things all the time, and she loves it. She was bound to get seriously injured a few times. She once lost grip of a rope she was climbing down on and fell on her arm, proceeding to break it. Another time she hit her head while excavating underground and got a concussion.

Is she a fast learner? Actually, no, she needs time to study and absorb what she reads and hears, and it takes time for her to learn.

How intelligent is she? Very intelligent, especially in her line of work. She knows exactly what she's talking about, and if she doesn't, she will learn.

Does she enjoy her job? If she were to ever marry, it would be to her job.

Does she know first aid? Yes, she made it a point to learn it when she started doing fieldwork. She went further to get more medically certified when Gabe named her the godmother of his son.

How is she with children? Awkward, very awkward. Gabe's son, Aaron, is an exception, and that is only because Gabe made her the godmother. She makes it a point to bring home gifts for Aaron from the different places she visits.

Is she a good shoulder to cry on? No, do not go to her. If you need to cry, she will read it wrong and will not know what to do. All she'll end up doing is hurting you worse by accident. She tries she really does it just doesn't turn out well.

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earlgreyhui · 2 years

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Hey I was reading your absolutely stunning fic for kavetham, DO NOT GIVE NAMES TO THE ANGELS! Other than wanting to let you know you really pen beautifully crafted language, (I was seriously distracted from reading to marvel over your skill), I'm interested if there's any poetry or books you really recommend? I can't help but think you'd have some really great recs.

hi!!!!! omg thank you so much for asking!!! do not be alarmed but i am fighting the frenzied urge to find absolutely Everything i have ever enjoyed and cram it into this one post like I will never ever get a second chance if I forget a single thing this time around. if I had let the impulse win you would never have seen this response until 2 months later & I would probably have spent something like 70 hours curating it like the single manuscript of the culmination of my entire life's worth.... no i'm taking it easy. i am so calm and rational right now

poetry: haven't read many collections sadly, just scattered poems, but I love what I've seen from Emily Berry e.g. this and this, both from Unexhausted Time. and then Anne Carson e.g. The Glass Essay is really just divine, just sublime. Mary Oliver is great also. possibly my favourite from her that i've seen is Every Morning tbh. finally a shoutout to the current poem-in-residence in my brain that i can't stop thinking about... Nightfishing by Gjertrud Schnackenberg goes soooo hard & on that topic, i am sorry, this is entirely too much and i will shut up soon but one last rec for the blog @/lunchboxpoems which seems to always hit the spot for me with every last poem they post!!!

books: this is so hard but among the books i've read recently! there are

- Do Not Say We Have Nothing by Madeleine Thien; written so gorgeously and also broke me so thoroughly i was crying in sporadic bursts for three hours straight while reading it

- Cold Enough For Snow, by Jessica Au; just written so very masterfully. an absolute stunner and quite short actually, so perfect if you want a slimmer read!

- The Housekeeper and the Professor, by Yōko Ogawa (transl. by Stephen Snyder); unlike the other books listed here, not included so much for its writing qualities, but very much a plot-carried book; it's written wonderfully, of course, but in what i like to call a 'functional' way that doesn't dilute attention from the touching meaningful wholesome ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATING storyline 10000/10 for making me sob

- Strange Beasts of China, by Yan Ge (transl. by Jeremy Tiang); LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN this book is such a dark divine hallucinogenic kind of trip and it's everything i love. clear and direct prose that hits like a slow knife opening skin. slightly disjointed but not disorienting structure and story that unfolds bit by bit over a myriad of seemingly separate narratives

- The Waves, by Virginia Woolf; kind of a staple for gorgeous writing in any list and pretty much rewired my brain maybe

- On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, by Ocean Vuong; on the subject of books with writing as a vehicle for the story vs the story as a vehicle for the writing (which i didn't really get into but we would b here forever,,,), i do think ocean vuong, with his poetry background, has this inimitable class of writing that's very. sorry for my lacking vocabulary. poetic and does fall into the second class of writing. it's less plot driven but one of the most beautiful lucid vivid pieces of writing i've ever read.

speedrun mention: Kitchen, by Banana Yoshimoto & transl. by Megan Backus; The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood; The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman (actually basically everything he's ever written is a joy and has all my adoration); also a blanket recommendation for all the translated fiction published by Tilted Axis Press which brings me so much unfathomable joy. could go on forever but i swear im done for real this time. thank you so much for giving me this excuse to gush about some of my favourite things. have the most beautiful weekend dear asker 🌱🌟

#ask

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designdekko · 1 year

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Decor Tips: Deck up your home like Emily in Paris

Bonjour! Emily in Paris, one of the most-watched shows, is back with its 3rd season on Netflix, transporting us to the world of fashion and ticking all boxes of the stunning Parisian architecture. While most of us take fashion inspiration from Emily, it’s not difficult to take cues from its astute interior design and aesthetic. Right from Emily’s apartment to her office Savoir, the show hits all notes of the chic Parisian interiors which is not too hard to replicate.

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Bold prints, bright colours, panelled walls, and wicker furniture – it comes together in a beautiful melange that is eye-popping yet classy. So, here are some home décor items to add the Parisian touch to your own space this year!

Thé de Paris

Sipping a cup of tea on your balcony staring at the Eiffel Tower. Mmm soothing! Well, let’s get that feeling to your home. Small elements like a tea set, can add a lot of difference and mood to your mornings.

Up against the wall

French is all about shapes and shades! Make a bold statement with mirror art on the wall. Whether your space is empty or sprawling, create a focal point with an eye-catching piece of art that makes it the talk of the town.

Curve Appeal

When watching Emily in Paris, you’ll notice plenty of contemporary furniture styles with strong curve appeal, regardless of which set you find yourself in. There are couches with fluting, circular modern coffee tables, and seating with rounded backs—all hallmarks of classic French design.

Draw the Shades

Whether you have a room with a view or not, curtains with bright colours and stunning floral art will ship one’s mood to Paris.

Soothing Scents

A scented candle is one ornamental item that practically all French ladies keep in their apartments. Emily has only recently moved to Paris, yet she has already caught up on this cosy design cliche. Not only does it create a calm and relaxing atmosphere, but also makes one feel more inviting not to mention the beautiful olfactory effect it may have after.

Spice your Side

A side table can do more than just support your coffee/tea cup. The side table will draw everyone’s attention with a stack of books and some flowers. The background and reflecting artwork give it a quirky appearance. Think baby’s breath in a holder or a stack of books with your reading glasses on top.

Threads of Life

Let your cushions do the talking! Although Emily’s wardrobe choices are undoubtedly daring and spectacular, the colour schemes used in Parisian furnishings are less so. To get the effortlessly ‘put-together’ aesthetic the French are so good at, neutral colours like whites and beiges, are paired with delicate prints and patterns.

Where there is a wall, there is a way

Have an empty wall? Did not find the right wall art? Confused about what to do with the wall? One wallpaper and it will speak the love language. Search for works that reflect your distinct taste and preferences while choosing wallpaper for your home.

Weaving Magic

Your floor needs a makeover as much as your walls and furniture do. You can flaunt your floor with a knotty rug. Well, Parisian interiors are all about parquet floors, but a rug will add contemporary as well as an understatement to your home.

Make it Lit!

The big globe lamp that was placed on Emily’s desk would have caught one’s eye. Or how about Sylvie’s apartment’s mushroom light and Gabriel’s restaurant’s adorable bistro lights? There is no shortage of excellent table lamps or lighting in general in this show, that much is certain. For a quick ambient mood, place a lamp next to your bed, your desk at home, or even the floor.

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Grab your croissant and get ready because these pieces have that unique “je ne sais quoi” if you want to harness your inner Emily and give your home the chic style update it deserves.

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julieandthequeers · 3 years

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JATP + love languages

okay so I don’t know if this has been done before but like

love languages

let’s go

1. Julie

ACTS. OF. SERVICE. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. ACTS OF SERVICE.

example 1: wanting to help Luke with his mom. 3 episodes later, what we can assume is a few weeks going by, and seeing Luke at his parent’s house is still fresh in her mind.

“Luke’s in so much pain. I wish I could help him”

example 2: the actual process of bringing the song to Emily. not only doing it for Luke, but for Emily as well.

2. Luke

he is so painfully physical touch

example 1: reaching out for Julie’s hand after visiting his mom

wanting to touch her, hold her hand to show that he’s thankful for her and that he’s happy. when words fail him, he uses touch to convey what his mouth can’t

example 2: cradling Julie’s face

(side note: SHES SO PRETTY)

the second he realized he could, he reaches up to grab her face, to look into her eyes. the touch grounds and stabilizes him, makes him realize that it’s real

3. Alex

also physical touch.

example 1: his automatic response to comforting Julie is to hug her

he reaches out for her to help in the way he knows best, to hug her

example 2: he cried in a room for 25 years and didn’t get a hug from either of them

connecting back to example 1, his immediate response to wanting to be comforted is physical touch, it helps him, so his first thought was that it would help Julie too

example 3: do I even need to explain this one?

we all know, we have all SCREAMED about it (as we should). the way he goes to grab Willie, almost desperately, how tightly he holds him, burying his head into his shoulder

4. Reggie

QUALITYTIMEQUALITYTIMEQUALITYTIME

example 1: hanging out with Ray

“I needed a pick me up, and hanging with Ray always does the trick”

Ray might not be able to see or hear him, but being with him is enough for Reggie.

“it’s a little one sided but it works”

example 2: going to his parents house

i’ve hit the image limit (which SUCKS cause i have so many for Willie, Flynn, and Carrie) but stay with me here

this is sort of a reach but after seeing Ray talk about Julie, he knew that he had to see his own parents. sure, they fought, but he still loved them, and being able to see them, even one more time, would have given him the closure that he needed

so that was that

i hate the image limit on tumblr

thanks for listening

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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CONGRATS ON 300!! You and your writing can only be described as sunshine. No questions asked!!!

I have a head canon that Emily taught Aaron explicit phrases in French but I also want to see a “are you jealous” fanfic from the prompt list. Maybe a combo?

Thank you!! <3

I also had another anon for "Are you jealous" so this is also for you!

Words: 830

Warnings: cursing, Aaron speaking in French (I feel like this deserves a warning label) suggestive language (if you translate the French haha)

Disclaimer - I did use an online translator for the French, so I apologise in advance for any inaccuracies!!

Emily knew she was being unreasonable. She trusted Aaron wholeheartedly, she knew he only had eyes for her. That he was so ridiculously in love with her he probably didn’t even realise that the pretty blonde server from the catering company Dave had hired was flirting with him. He wouldn’t notice the way her hand unnecessarily touched his arm as he took an appetiser from the tray she was holding, or the way she laughed at everything he said.

It was unreasonable, but she was furious.

He was hers. They loved each other. They owned a house together. They were engaged.

Emily hears the laugh of the server in question from across the room and narrows her eyes, grasping her glass of champagne a little tighter as she uses all of her self control to not walk over and hit the pretty blonde girl in the face. Specifically with her left hand so her ring left a mark.

“You’re going to grind your teeth down if you keep that up.”

She turns to see Dave standing next to her, a grin on his face that makes her roll her eyes at him, taking a sip of her drink as she does so.

“Don’t you have guests to entertain?” She asks, completely disregarding that he had spoken at all.

“What? And leave my own free entertainment here?” He replies, smirking at her.

“Shut the fuck up, Dave.” Emily says, knocking back the rest of her champagne and putting the empty glass down.

“You know he probably hasn’t even realised she’s flirting with him right?”

Both of them look back over at Aaron, and they see how his gaze flits over to Emily, a smile on his face as their eyes meet.

“I do know that.” Emily says, not missing the slightly petulant tone in her own voice. She turns back to look at Dave. “I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it though. You do know this is your fault, right?”

Dave frowns. “And why is that?”

“You made this thing black tie,” she replies, gesturing around the ballroom, everyone dressed to impress, “he looks great in a tux.”

Dave smirks at her again, but before she can tell him off for it she feels a familiar arm wrap around her waist from behind, his large palm resting over her stomach and hip.

“You look amazing tonight too, sweetheart.” Aaron says, his lips against her temple for a kiss. She turns her head to look at him, her smile wide as she leans up to kiss him properly, her palm against his cheek.

“I think I preferred it when you guys were pretending you didn’t love each other.” Dave quips, making them pull apart and look over at him. “At least then I didn’t have to watch this all the time.” He winks at them and picks up his drink, walking away to leave them alone.

“So,” Aaron says, turning her so she was facing him, his hands firm at her lower back, “why were you looking like you were planning that poor girl’s murder from across the room?” He smiles at her. “Are you jealous?”

“No.” She says too quickly, sighing when he raises an eyebrow at her. “Yes.” Emily rolls her eyes at his obliviousness, and she hooks her arms around his neck, her nails scratching at his hairline. “She was flirting with you, Aaron.”

“No she wasn’t.” He replies, his eyebrows creased in a way that would drive her crazy if she didn’t find it so adorable.

“She was.” She grumbles, looking over his shoulder to see if she could still see the woman in question before she looks back at Aaron.

He stares at her for a moment before he smiles. It was her favourite one, the one specifically for her, and it immediately makes her chest tighten, her stomach flip. He leans down and whispers in her ear.

“Tu es la seule femme que je vois.” He says, his breath against the shell of her ear. The deep timbre of his voice speaking French did exactly what it always did to her, her cheeks flushing almost immediately, her lungs constricting. “Je veux te baiser.”

Emily almost moans out loud, but covers it with a cough when Derek walks past them, an intrigued look on his face, and she’s grateful for the background music that thus far she had found an annoyance. Aaron laughs at her, and she narrows her eyes.

“Teaching you French was both the best and worst idea I’ve ever had.” She replies when she’s managed to gather herself slightly. “Si tu veux me baiser, qu'est-ce que tu attends?”

He smiles, and leans down to whisper in her ear again. “Partons d'ici mon amour.”

Emily nods, and lets herself be dragged out of the ballroom and to the, very expensive, hotel room waiting for them upstairs.

She doesn’t even care when Dave watches them leave, a knowing look on his face.

#hotchniss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss fanfic #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #emily prentiss fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotchniss fan fic

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mrsmaybank · 3 years

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My Little Sun - Reid x Reader

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” “So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

CONTENT WARNINGS: AGE GAP, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, STALKING, LANGUAGE probably the misuse of a Russian word IF THERES MORE LMK

A/N: Okay, let me be honest rq this idea lowk scared me but the words really just fell out of my brain really easily so, yk fuck it whatever. ANYWAY, if you like, please let me know!

pt 2, pt 3 “I love you Spencer.” The words immediately melted me.

“I know so many things.” She gave me an unapproving look.

“I don’t mean to sound cocky, but I do! Now for once in your life, listen to me.” She nodded her head in concession.

“I’ve just read more, I’ve written more, I’ve discovered and studied more than the average person. I could tell you a little bit about anything with one hundred percent certainty. I could--and want--to tell you the names of all the stars, I could recite verbatim the entirety of Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus or Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, which you know, speaking of I will ‘cause I still can’t believe you haven’t read it,” Her smile flattened into a straight line, and I laughed. “Orrr, I could also tell you something simple, like why we get the hiccups.” I shook my head.

“Regardless, I know so many things and I’m rarely taken by surprise because of it. Everything in life is a pattern of change, and as a human, we will always adjust and adapt to whatever situation we are in. For better or worse, we don’t feel the same thing for very long. This is why an addict takes a couple more every time, a sadist hits his second victim harder than the first, they’re searching for the high of the first time, and it will never come.”

She nodded in understanding,

“I know this is true, it’s factual, and yet every time I look at you it feels like the first. You’ve broken the laws of human psychology.”

“First time you saw me was at a gas station Spencer.”

“No. The first time I looked at you after I knew I loved you.”

“Where were we?”

“My car. You were dancing. You looked ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously sexy? You mean?” She smiled.

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.”

“So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”

“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin.

“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.”

“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled.

“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine.

“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine.

“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted.

I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.

“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss.

“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed.

“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.”

“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.” “You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic.

“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”

“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.”

“You are. So, so much smarter.”

“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest.

I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”

She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.”

“Whatever…”

I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?”

She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.”

I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other.

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“Must you work?” I sent the message to Spencer as I rolled over to his side of the bed in anticipation. I breathed in heavy, liking the way the pillow smelled like his laundry.

“Unfortunately.” he responded. “Think you’ll be home this weekend?”

“It’s not looking like it, little one. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t reply. I was too sad to reply. I knew it’d make him feel guilty, which I didn’t want to do, cause like, his job and saving people and shit is important. But, it still wasn’t fair! At all. There was something very important I had to tell him.

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Total darkness, and then way too much light. My head hurt and I couldn’t move. I was handcuffed to a wooden chair. There were chains around my torso and ankles. The room was a medical sort of bright. It smelled like bleach and rotting fruit. The walls were dilapidated, seeming to be made of tiles that were once white, but have turned yellow.

What the FUCK?

“Hello!” I shouted. My voice was so coarse it hurt. Shit. My head pulsed so badly it practically hurt to think, but I still racked my brain.

Where am I?

How’d I get here?

Why am I here?

I woke up again. Fuck, why can’t I think? Why can’t I do anything?

“Hey, y/n.” A woman’s voice. A very stoic, cold, sounding female voice.

I’m not alone. Thank god, oh my god, I’m not alone.

With the little strength I had, I lifted my head to see her. She wasn’t what I thought. She was alright, she wasn’t tied. She did this to me?

She took a sip from her silver flask, “Do you know who I am?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Typical.” She stood up and grabbed me by the hair, “You fucking disgust me.” Like, she said, she threw my hair away like it disgusted her.

She sat back down on the bench in front of the chair I was chained to, “My name is Brook Austen. I was a professor at Georgetown last year. Taught a couple seminars at your school, that little university you go to, the students there were nothing like mine. Not nearly as intelligent, but as expected, Georgetown is much more prestigious, obviously.”

I was confused, and she knew, but did not care.

“You’re not the brightest, y/n. Only slightly above average high school grades, strikingly mediocre academic performance now.”

Where the hell is she going with this?

“And you know it doesn’t surprise me, per say, because every man on this goddamn planet is a piece of fucking shit! But I thought that, maybe, just maybe, Spencer was different.”

She grimaced, “I thought he’d want more than just a pretty face! ‘Cause you might be prettier y/n, but I’m smarter.” Her words were laced with utter hatred.

Her demeanor changed, and it almost started to seem like she was talking to herself. “I'm older. I’m more successful. I’m fucking better.”

She approached me again, grabbing my face so I was looking her in those scarily light green eyes, and she wrapped her hands around my throat. “I’m fucking better then you! Better, better, better!” Every time she said better she shook my neck and gripped tighter so I couldn’t breathe.

“Stop! Please! Please stop!” I shouted, “I’m-I’m pregnant!”

She began to break down, “You’re pregnant?” A maniacal chuckle left her throat, “You’re pregnant?”

“Is it Spencer’s?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Wow.” She laughed once more, “Fucking wow.”

“How could Spencer choose this!? You’re nothing like him. You are a pathetic fucking college student. A fucking daddy issue ridden slut! I’m a celebrated academic, just like him!” Tears began to slip from her eyes, “How could he not choose me?”

This woman is NOT well in the head.

“You--you like Spencer?” I asked.

“You don’t get to ask the fuckin’ questions here.” She pulled a knife out of her pocket and held it to the tip of my chin, “I do. So you’re gonna answer them.” Or, she started manically laughing, “I’ll kill you.” She swallowed, “And your baby.”

I screamed at those words, “No,” I sobbed, “NO!”

I turned my head away so I didn’t have to look at the woman in front of me, there was a timed red dot blinking. A camera.

“Is that-- is that a camera?”

She nodded, “I want Spencer to see you and his child die.”

“He….No! No, please, No!” I choked on a sob and she smiled.

“He doesn’t know.” She paced, “He doesn’t even fucking know!”

She waltzed over to the camera and brought it closer to us, “Hey Spencer.” She began waving, “Hey Penelope. Aaron. Derek. Jennifer. Emily.”

Her demeanor changed once more, into that of a cheerleader of all things, “So, quick recap.” Brook pursed her lips, “Spencer your twenty three year old fucktoy is pregnant. Congrats!”

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Y/N was two things I didn’t know she was this morning: In serious danger, and the mother of my expected child. I felt frozen in trepidation.

We all watched in horror as Brook greeted us. All by first name. She knew exactly what she was doing and it freaked me out even more.

“Reid, you need to step out.” Hotch grabbed my shoulder, “Now.”

I was sick with fear and ill with rage. I sat down because I could feel my knees go weak. Hotch started again, “We know who she is. We will find her. Y/N will be alright.” He paused, “So will the baby.”

I replayed the events of the live footage in my head, her screams of pain and terror, her trembles and confusion. I’d failed her. I’d failed her and now I knew I’d also failed our child.

JJ sat down next to me, “Spencer, when did you meet Brook?”

“I uh,” I wiped my face, “A year and four months ago. I did uh, I taught uh, I taught a string of seminars at Georgetown. It was biweekly. Her office was next to mine. We spoke for the first time when she offered me a coffee.”

“What did you say?”

“What do you think I said?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I said yeah, I fucking like coffee.” I felt instantaneously guilty for cursing, and especially at JJ but I was too frazzled for it to last long enough to apologize.

“I know Spence, I’m sorry. Just keep going.”

“Then, the next week, we got lunch together.”

“Was it, you know, friendly?”

“What are you implying Jennifer?” I snapped.

“No Spence, we just need to know. You know that.”

“It was-- it was just lunch. A very normal colleague to colleague lunch. We talked about the school’s history. And uh, where we grew up. It was small talk.”

“Ok, was this the last time you spoke to her?”

“No. There was one more time. Y/N was there.”

“Tell me about it Spence.” She grabbed my hand,

I breathed out, “It was the next week I taught after lunch. About two hours before my class. I was lesson planning, and Y/N was doing homework on my desk. She came in. She asked if I wanted to go get lunch. She saw y/n and--Fuck.”

“What Spence? What?”

“She asked me who she was, but it was like, she didn’t want y/n to know she was asking. She thought she was…”

“She thought she was what?”

“A student.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“The truth. That she was my girlfriend.”

“Did you see her anywhere else after that?”

“No. She never came by my office again. When I would see her by chance, she would scurry away. It was strange.”

“Think really hard Spence. Did you ever see her again after you stopped teaching at Georgetown.”

I racked my brain, “Yeah. I did. It was two months ago. Three days after I proposed to y/n. She was getting a coffee at this coffee shop by y/n’s school.. I was bringing her some lunch”

“Spencer she's been stalking you. Your proposal was the stressor.”

“But--I’m a profiler. I would’ve noticed.” I stood up with a realization. “What Spence?” JJ asked, standing up as well to look at me.

“She’s been stalking her, not me. She knew I was a part of the BAU, she knew I would’ve noticed.”

“I’ll tell the team.”

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A/N2: If this doesn’t totally flop, I’ll write PT 2, that elaborates on the reader’s and Spencer’s relationship. I think through flashbacks from both Y/N and Spencer would be a cool way to explore their relationship and of course the whole reader being kidnapped thing plot could develop. Again, if you enjoyed this pls let me know!!

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cyber sex - vinnie hacker

hey! first imagine. this was written in 2020 so pls keep that in mind. I’m gonna be posting a bunch of my work that doesn’t make it to wattpad, and start writing on here also!

tags: 18+ smut/minors DNI! sexual language, masterbation.

summary: when the pandemic hits, vin and his new girlfriend have no choice but to revert back to the internet.

EVER SINCE THE BEGINNING OF QUARANTINE, vinnie just couldn't get her out his head. just before the isolation, they had taken an important step into their relationship, just had kinky sex. it was new for vinnie, as he was the fuck and chuck kinda guy. however, that night changed everything for him and confirmed that he had true love for her. erikah. his new girlfriend.

he found it hard to reconnect with someone after the whole emily situation, but when he met erikah he knew she was the one for him. well for now. they instantly cliqued and easily became more than just friends. erikah was slightly similar to vinnie which also helped. not only that, but erikah was confident, willing to try new things and just sexy. and that's all vinnie had been looking for.

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 it had been almost a month of the isolation, and vinnie was really feeling the affects of it. he was bored and horny all day and nothing would please him. he hated the quarantine and just yearned for his girlfriend.

erikah on the other hand was kinda liking this whole isolation thing. she discovered that it was the perfect time to better herself. for example, exercise more, focus on her skin and eating healthy. she obviously missed vinnie and his touch, but it wasn't anything a vibrator couldn't fix (or that's what she told herself in order to keep herself sane).

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it was around 1:30am, and vinnie was in his bed watching a show. he tried to distract himself from the thought of her because it would only make him hard and horny. he stared holes into the tv, only to have images of erikah's body flash through his mind. vinnie closed his eyes and smiled, remembering the way he fucked her from the back, or chocked her when she came. his hand slid into his shorts grabbing ahold of dick as he pictured her on top of him. he stroked himself vigorously, squeezing his eyes shut. as soon as the pleasure kicked in he was abruptly interrupted by a ringtone on his laptop.

groaning vinnie opened his eyes and looked over at it, only to be met with the name of his love. erikah. he quickly answered it as a smile was placed back on his face.

she appeared on his laptop screen, her long curly hair draping over her face as she smiled back at him. vinnie could tell by the way she was laying that she barley had anything on. she did it on purpose, but he wasn't complaining.

"hey baby" she spoke with a smile , the raspiness of her voice creating a tingle in vinnie's stomach. he was really into her.

"what you doin'?" he said with a smirk.

"i've been thinking bout' you, i've been missing you" she whispered, twirling a strand around her finger.

she then re-adjusted herself, giving vinnie a clear view of what she was wearing.

she wasn't wearing much. only a pink set she got from savage x fenty.

vinnie was speechless. this was all driving him over the edge. his eyebrows raised as he saw erikah reach over to her boob, giving it a squeeze. she smirked as she stared back at his flustered state, knowing it was her who did it to him.

vinnie swallowed as he asked "you touching yourself?"

erikah nodded her head as she bit her lip. she flicked her hair back, out of her face.

"but i wanna touch on you" she pauses.

vinnie instantly grabs his dick again harshly. as he waited for her to say something. he just didn't trust himself to say anything. he was simping HARD.

"you by yourself?" she asked him, making sure it was only him who would see her little show. he nodded and bit his lip at her.

"i wish you were here right now, all of the things we'd do" her hand slowly trailed down her body just before she hit her golden.

"what do you wanna do baby?" he said, his voice shaky as he slowly started to pump himself.

"i wanna get freaky on camera" she smirked at him whilst she rubbed her clothed self.

vinnie chuckled as he saw erikah bit her lip.

"i love when we get freaky on camera" he replied and they both pleasured themselves.

#vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie smut

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A Quiet Place Part II

Wow, I just came back from the movie theatre, and I am so pleased that this movie was everything I wanted it to be. So here it goes, another movie analysis/review.

Dare I say iconique?

There was a lot hinging A Quiet Place Part II. It is one of the first movies “back in theaters.” There was a lot of anticipation because the movie got delayed for over a year. But I don’t think it could’ve come out at a more perfect time. One of the things I noticed about the world of A Quiet Place was that, in thematic ways, it reflects our own. In the height of the pandemic, everyone in our world was scared, worried about supplies running low, losing loved ones, and grieving a life they once had. Like in the movie, we were all forced to lay low by staying inside. Maybe I was projecting my own feelings, but I found it to be highly relatable and touching in that way (without being tragic but rather uplifting instead).

Onto the actual contents, though. The opening scene was *chef’s kiss.* You feel tension right away because of how eerily quiet the town is mid-day, a foreshadowing of what’s to come. Except everything is too neat, the cars too perfectly parked, no windows broken -- we know it is the calm before the storm. I love the patient shot of the stoplight changing lights. We are waiting for disaster to strike but just don’t know when it will.

The baseball scene subverted a few of my expectations -- I thought Emmett would be a stranger to the family so I was surprised he turned out to be a friendly family acquaintance. This worked well because it probably made Emmett feel some obligation in helping Evelyn and her family later. I also expected Marcus to hit the ball eventually because of the two initial misses -- but then the fireball passes through the sky and life as they know it is over.

Some part of me expected the flashback scene to be superfluous and just an opportunity to show John Krasinski again, but it served its purpose -- when characters refer to “that day,” we feel the gravity of it because of what we saw in the opening segment.

I didn’t expect the monster when it first appeared. You expect Lee to have a conversation with the cop, for the monster to show up soon but not just yet -- and then Lee, almost dissociating, is rushing back to his truck after what was no doubt the most traumatic sight of his life at that point. He starts the car with the it’s-going-to-be-all-right facade a parent must don for their child.

There were several other excellent “oh-shit” moments in this movie. One of my favorites was, after Evelyn sets off the booby trap that attracts the monster (an excellent oh-shit moment in and of itself but already revealed in the trailer), Marcus gets his foot caught in a bear trap. When he screams, it’s like watching a glass you knocked over to the floor crash into a million pieces. My brain was just one big shout of “OH SHIT” and nothing else. Emily Blunt’s acting was superb here and throughout -- the way she played desperation and a simultaneous love for her child was palpable.

Cillian Murphy is an excellent addition to the cast. I was particularly mesmerized by his acting in all the breathy dialogue scenes where he’s protesting against either Evelyn or Regan. Emmett felt believable in all his sweaty, scruffy glory. He keeps insisting he doesn’t want to help, but, very wholesomely, he always does. He’s a sucker for them from the start. And whether he and Regan like it or not, he is slowly becoming the protective father figure in her life. He can’t get in the way of her plans and her genius, and he can never replace Lee, but the love is there. I love their arc.

And speaking of Regan...

Wow, did the kids in this movie shine. Millicent Simmonds and Noah Jupp absolutely exceeded my expectations. Boy, could Jupp scream and look scared for his life. He was completely believable in his role. And Simmonds walks with this quiet strength, this gentleness. I loved what they did with the scenes where Regan and Emmett were struggling to communicate and she had to keep bringing him back down to Earth. I love the way this movie changes the game for what communication looks like -- there is rarely yelling or even regular-volume conversation. Instead there is sign language, exhales, whispers, the mouthing of words. This creates a mesmerizing atmosphere for the movie. These silences and moments of white-noise do not mean the absence of humans speaking to each other.

I’m not sure how I feel about the shady, red-eyed community of people on the docks. They looked like they were all on drugs and walked like zombies. And the creepy little girl who trapped Emmett just felt like she belonged to another genre of horror? This isn’t a “creepy children” horror movie, it’s an eldritch monster horror movie! It wasn’t the most believable plot point but I wasn’t super opposed to it, either. I wanted to know more about these shady people. I fully expected them to take Emmett and Regan back to their leader or tribal base, but nope, they were just shady people (the kind not worth saving).

This isn’t a criticism per say but I was definitely expecting more scenes between Emmett and the entire Abbott family, so I was a little sad they split them up and we didn’t get a reunion. This is a possible tease for a third movie -- as is the expanding world of the island and the lack of a total end to the apocalypse. And, of course, there are hints that Evelyn and Emmett might have a future together -- Evelyn symbolically takes off her wedding ring and Emmett reluctantly but naturally fills the father role for the children. At the same time, we leave off at a point where we can imagine what happens next and don’t need to know more -- it can be up to our interpretation. They can end the movie there, since it is clear that the children have figured out how to defeat the monsters.

And speaking of that, the ending had a very Stranger Things feel to it. Never mind that the monsters from each respective series look almost identical -- the ending takes a surprise turn when it is the two Abbott children who take things into their own hands and kill the monsters while their parental figures literally sit back and watch in awe. I appreciated the message here: that young people are innovative, strong and brave enough to do the right thing. They are capable of great things; it’s all right to trust them and let them take the reins.

I think the movie’s atmosphere is just lovely. Just because it’s horror doesn’t mean there can’t be scenic shots of a sunset on the beach. That’s what I like about both movies so much -- they don’t feel like most horror movies because they still leave room for beauty and tenderness and hope.

Overall, a very enjoyable film. I would love to see the family reunion if there is a sequel -- and that the potential sequel is helmed by the right writers/director once again! Go, John Krasinski! He killed it.

#a quiet place #a quiet place part ii #a quiet place 2 #a quiet place ii #john krasinski #emily blunt #cillian murphy #film #horror #noah jupp #millicent simmonds #*heart eyes*#also i nearly CRIED being back in the movie theatre #it was SO BEAUTIFUL i got into a really fancy once where they drew back golden curtains i literally could NOT be happier #ugh what an experience #thank you God for movies

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a horrible first.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: this takes place during rite of passage, where the unsub is the cop committing murder of undocumented immigrants crossing the border. we pick up right at the end, at the quasi-standoff in the desert. let me know what you think and i hope you enjoy it!!

words: 1.3k warnings: language, canon-typical violence and death, reader shoots and kills the unsub, mild dissociative symptoms following trauma, nothing too horribly graphic

summary: “the true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” ― g.k. chesterton. au!march 2010

masterlist | a joyful future masterlist | ajf faq | taglist | what do you want to see next?

You brace yourself for a screaming stop in the SUV, immediately following Aaron to cover as Boyd flies out of the decrepit structure on an ATV, firing an automatic weapon of some kind.

You take a shot.

Time seems to slow as you watch Boyd go down, tzhe innocuous red dot in the middle of his forehead beginning to weep even before he hits the ground.

Derek fires his rifle from inside the car, but the deed is done. Boyd’s dead.

Aaron raises his head. If you had your wits about you, you’d see him counting off, making sure all of you are there. “You all right?”

“Yeah!” Morgan shouts as he leaves the car, but you’re stuck in place.

“No!” Emily immediately answers, turning on Derek. “Are you out of your mind? You blew out my eardrum.”

Aaron’s been there - the ringing is damn near unbearable.

“What did you want me to do? He was coming right at us!”

“I told you I had him.” She’s holding both hands over her ears, but you’re sure that’s not the only reason Derek’s raising his voice.

“He was shooting at us, Emily.”

“Well, you could have given me a heads-up!”

“The loaded MP-5 and the lunatic shooting at us wasn't enough? Come on.”

Aaron lets them bicker, but notices something odd.

You haven’t moved. You’re staring at Boyd’s body, your service weapon still in your shaking hand, your breath shallow.

He approaches you slowly from the side, extending a hand toward your gun. He says your name quietly, but you can’t hear him. He repeats himself and you startle as he gets a little closer.

He’s not as brave as you were when you pulled him off Foyet. He’s almost afraid to touch you, afraid you’ll hurt yourself or draw away from him.

The look on your face also scares him - it’s simultaneously blank and absolutely horrified. For a moment, he thinks back and realizes, with a little bit of shock, that he knows what it is.

You’ve never shot to kill before.

“Hey hey hey,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. He places a hand over the barrel of your gun. “Give that to me, okay?”

Another voice echoes in front of you. It’s Derek, who’s reached Boyd’s body. “Great shot, kid! Right between the eyes on a moving target. They teach you that at the academy?”

You let Aaron take your weapon from your hand, blinking a couple of times. He flips the safety and tucks it into his pants at his lower back, keeping his hands free.

Derek catches on, turning around and sobering.

Aaron can feel the rest of the unit creep up behind him, but he waves them off. They take a few steps back, watching with bated breath.

They all remember the first time they shot an unsub, their first kills in the field. A horrible, wretched first.

“Can you take a step back toward me?” Aaron asks.

You take a step back and trip, stumbling over your feet.

Aaron’s there to catch you under your arms, pulling you close. All at once, the levee breaks and you let out a sob, turning into him for refuge.

He closes his eyes and wraps around you. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You did the right thing. It’s okay.” He huffs, and it’s almost a laugh. “That was a really good shot.”

You clutch his vest, your arms locked around his waist. He keeps whispering to you as the crime scene techs arrive and start their work, shielding you with his body.

+++

You sleep on the plane home. Aaron sits across from you, working on the after-action report on your behalf. He looks up every couple of minutes as if he’s afraid you’ve disappeared in the time between his last check-in and that moment.

Derek, Spencer, and Emily watch him watch you.

“That sucks,” Emily says. “My first hit me hard, too, I think, but like… days later.”

Derek nods. “Yeah. It’s a shitty first, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I’m glad Hotch is over there. Probably the best person for this kind of thing.”

“Best person for the kid, too,” Dave says. Derek and Spencer frown.

Dave continues, clarifying, “Every one of us has someone we prefer when the day gets hard, whether we know it or not. Anchors, if you will. Good to have.” He looks over at the two of you again and doesn’t elaborate further.

You stir, and when you open your eyes, there’s a fresh glass of cold water next to you on the little side table. You take it gratefully, taking a couple of sips.

Aaron watches you orient yourself, check the time, and start your search for your report.

“I’ve got it here,” he says, offering it to you. “You have a bit more to do, and I have to keep your gun until all the paperwork goes through - protocol for use of lethal force with a firearm. It’s a simple review, no need to worry.”

You nod, taking it and thumbing through the extra pages in the back. You’ll probably ask Derek about the best way to fill them out.

Could ask Aaron, too.

Hotch.

Ask Hotch.

“How should I fill these out?

He takes a second, interrupting his own reply to stand and promptly plop himself in the seat beside you. “First things first - tell the truth. You did the right thing and nobody in their right mind will dispute that.”

“Thanks.”

The shadow of a smile passes across his face. “You’re lucky - this is cut and dry. Not all of us get a dirty cop on an ATV wielding an MP-5 for our first review.”

“Lucky?” You sound skeptical, at best.

His mouth quirks. “I know. Poor choice of words. You’ll probably have some rough nights. Do you want me to set up an appointment with the psychologist? The unit technically has one on retainer but -”

“You never use them because you’d rather hold all your emotions right there -” You poke his chest “- until you die?”

The little smile appears again. “You been listening to Haley again?”

“What, from beyond the grave? You bet. So, watch your ass, Hotchner.”

He shakes his head. “I’ll be sure to do that.” He sobers, his eyebrows pinching in an adorable look of concern. “But really, if you want…”

“That might be nice, actually. To talk to someone.”

“And you know you can always come to me, right?”

You nod. “Of course.”

The dull hum of the plane fills the silence between you for a little while.

“I was really scared, Hotch.”

He resumes his listening posture, leaning on his elbow with his fingers laced together.

“It all happened so slow - and so fast? - at the same time. I don’t know. He just… He went down and I was so afraid that he’d shot Derek or Emily I mean -” You take a breath. “I heard the gunfire behind me and the glass breaking and I just didn't want to turn around and find them dead you know?”

“Yeah,” Aaron whispers. “I know.”

“I was so stuck that I didn’t even realize Derek was talking to me - he was right in front of me and I couldn’t see him. And then I started thinking about Boyd and all that hate and…”

You trail off, unable to continue with any degree of coherency, so you ask a question instead.

“Is it always this hard? Does it get easier?”

Aaron wavers for a minute. “Yes and no. It’s never ideal - you know you’ve made a mistake when you have to use lethal force, but you get more confident about making the right call in those situations as you see more of them. You’ve been with us for two years - I’m - No.”

He stops and his brow crumples.

“I was going to say I’m surprised you made it this far, but I’m not. I’m impressed. And proud. It took a dirty cop on an ATV -”

“Wielding an MP-5?” You finish for him.

“Yeah. It took that much for you to pull your trigger with any lethal intent, and even then you didn’t want to. The entire way you were talking about a de-escalation strategy - don’t think I didn’t hear you.”

A flicker of warmth blossoms in your chest and maybe, just maybe, you feel a little better.

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Forever & Always An Outsider (Cordell Walker x Daughter!Reader)

[Walker-Masterlist]

Summary: Your dad came back. Finally. But what would he do if he found out how you had been treated? That his family failed to accept your rightful place with them. Your life needed change before you were too far gone.

Words: 2,495

Warnings: language, angst, feels, suffering in silence, losing yourself, most of the Walkers are assholes (I love the actors & their characters, this is just fiction!), I’m incredibly proud of this one (pls tell me what y’all think - requests for Walker & more are open!), (Y/A) = your age, (Y/E/C) = your eye color

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were (Y/N) Walker. Through & through. Worthy of that last name. Emily not being your biological mother should not matter, right? It was her who raised you with Cordell. It was her who tucked you in at night. It was her who was there when you woke up in the middle of the night, screaming, because nightmares invaded your peaceful slumber. It was her who you called mom. So why the hell were you different? Why were you not treated the same way Stella & Augie were?

It was not your decision to be the child of one of Cordell’s one night stands. Neither was it your decision to be abandoned by the same woman who had carried you inside of her body for nine months. And it sure as hell was not your decision to be laid at the front porch of the Walker property. A note the only explanation who you were & why you were brought here in the middle of the night. A paternity test later & it was confirmed. You were Cordell’s daughter. Not even once did Emily think any less of you. The same thing for Cordell. Because you were their daughter. Fully. You were their child, as much as Stella & August were. You cried when you received the news of your mother’s passing. Just as much as the rest of the family. Cordell’s decision to leave was just as hard for you as it was for everyone else.

Daily calls had been left unanswered. Who could you possibly talk to if not your dad? Who would listen to your complaints, your pain, your grief, if not him? The years growing up had never been easy for you, there was no denying that. Yet, the second you were left alone with Cordell’s parents & your siblings, your life turned into living hell for you. It had never been kept secret that you were not Emily’s biological child. From early on, the both of them tried to explain your situation to you so you did not feel like they were keeping important information from you. Acceptance was what you needed. But it also was what you did not get. As a kid, of course you would never mention being treated differently. After all, it was your normal. It was something you got used to. Your parents seemed oblivious to the dirty glances that your grandparents threw your way. They did not notice that they spent more time with your siblings. Growing up in such a household, where support was only partly given, changed you as you got older. You were (Y/A) years old now. Old enough that the realization had kicked in. The reason why they treated you like an outsider was simple. Because you were one. An outsider.

You could not hide the disappointment you felt towards your dad when he returned. He left you. During a time where it felt like your head was underwater. Where you felt like you were drowning. And everybody watching you did not lift a finger to help you out of the dark & endless water surrounding your weak & broken body. No. They were busy dealing with everything on their own. Leaving you out entirely. Your dad was back. Finally. And as much as you hated him for leaving, your relief was bigger than the negativity that had been eating inside of you. Again, a person you connected to on a deeper level was with you. The only soul who accepted you. As you were. No friendships ever ended working out. The relationship with the rest of your family did not need any more discussing.

All those months of you keeping to yourself did not change a single thing. Your voice had only been used when someone had explicitly directed their words at you. Why bother talking to them? The only thing you had ever received was weird look after weird look. Hell, you had months alone to grieve. The hours you had spent crying in your room, all alone in the middle of the night, had not helped dealing with your loss. It was true, you were not the only one in this family who had lost someone. The difference was that you were the only one who had been left alone. Because the moment Cordell left, your support system went with him. The one thing you had never learned was being alone & staying alive.

An unnatural feeling was inside your home the day your dad arrived here. If you took a sharp knife, you could cut the tension precisely. But Cordell tried. His efforts did not go unnoticed by you. A small smile, a simple touch. Your way of acknowledging his attempts. The change in your family was noticeable. Connecting with his parents, with Stella & Augie, was not easy. Not at all. You, on the other hand, you were a changed person entirely. Not the funny, joyful girl you had once been. More like a closed book, encrypted with a lock. The key long gone, getting rusty at the bottom of a deep, lurid river.

Conversations over dinner were held briefly. Your dad being the only one to start them by things he remembered you guys liked. The burning need inside of you to talk to him was pushed down further. The looks you would receive were not really what you anticipated. But nobody knew. The silent battle you had been fighting for the last months had been ignored. Had your dad been here, he would have noticed something was off. Right away. A look in your (Y/E/C) eyes was all it took. But that was the past. This person had died a long time ago. Worrying was all that could be done for the time being. If you were to talk, you would come to him yourself. No need for him to force you into a situation you were highly uncomfortable in.

The bags under your eyes were present. The light in your eyes completely gone. Like the last ounce of strength had been sucked out of your body. Your clothes did not fit the way they used to. Loose hoodies, even looser pants. Your form slowly disappearing. Not only feeling like you were unseen, but actually becoming invisible. There was not a single moment of the day where you were fully awake. You had not been sleeping much. Something your dad could relate to. Most nights, he spent in company with a bottle of whiskey. The only friend to numb the pain for a little while. Alcohol was not your solution. Did not mean that yours was any healthier.

It had become a routine for you. Waiting until the house was sound asleep. Your mind the only one being awake. Your thoughts the only ones running miles & miles per hour. Eventually, you always found yourself seated outside, on top of the roof. Being a bit closer to the stars aligning the night sky. Being a bit closer to her. Others might find it silly. You talking into the night, waiting for some echo of the past. Waiting for a sign that she heard you. Your complaints. Your pain. Your grief. Your love. Spending hours crying. Begging for her to make it stop. Begging for them to love you the way she used to.

The cold breeze hit your exposed skin. A sign that your body still reacted to certain things. Texas nights were chilly. A nice contrary to the heat that dragged itself through most days. A hoodie would do. Some sweatpants. But you needed the goosebumps. Needed them to remind you that you were still here. Still breathing. You owed it to your mom. To keep fighting. Because she did not have the chance to anymore. Tears were threatening to escape your glossy eyes. You would not let them fall. Deep down, you knew she would want you to be strong. Not to cry over her. Because of her. But it was so hard. Each day, the weight got heavier. Each day, you lost yourself a bit more. There was only so much a single person could take. To you, it felt like the limit was almost reached. Soon, you would overflow. Who knew what would happen if you let it get that far?

“Your mom used to love that place.” a soft but deep voice interrupted the peaceful silence that encircled your body. Looking over your shoulder to find your dad standing only mere feet away from you.

“Really?” the pain could be heard through your small voice. Broad shoulders touched yours.

“She was up here when she needed time to think.” elbows propped up on his knees. You could brush him off. Pretending to be fine. Explaining that fresh air was all you needed. That you would head inside in a minute. Truthfully, you did not want to do any of this. The fight had been going on for too long. You were close to losing it. This was a sign that, maybe, you were not yet at the end. That, maybe, there was still enough time to get up & start anew. Talking alone felt like too much effort. It required too much strength. Strength that you did not have. Not anymore.

“Something happened to you while I was gone.” the statement left a tension between you. “I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.” his eyes took in your side profile. You did not dare to look at him. It meant risking to break into tears. The tears you had been holding in for so long.

“I don’t even know myself anymore.” as a father, hearing your child say such words, it broke his heart. Into a million pieces. The universe did not give him a break. First Emily. Now you. Yes, you were alive. But watching you disappear right in front of his eyes hurt just as much.

“Talk to me.” his words were not an order. If you wanted to, you could up & leave. Right this instant. Something told you to stay. He was here, after all. Your dad. And he cared enough to look out for you. More than the others had done these past few months.

“I always wondered if mom & you noticed.” your eyes were focused on a branch that wavered in the far distance. The leaves pushed from one side to the other, controlled by the wind. There was no interruption. If you needed to get something off your chest, then the most Cordell could do was listen. Making you feel as if you were not alone. As if he was not leaving you. Not again. Because he was not.

“Grandma & grandpa have never looked at me the way they look at Stella. At Augie. To them, I was never their grandchild. I was just there. I was never an equal. And I was fine with it, you know? Because I had mom. I had you. And that was all the support I needed. Then mom died. And you left. And suddenly, it felt like there was nobody I could talk to. Nobody who could hug me to make me feel at least a tiny bit better. They were this tight-knit group. And I was alone.” the steadiness, the monotony in your voice was scary. To you, it had been your normal for the longest time. Cordell knew that it was partly his fault. Leaving you during one of the hardest times in your life was plainly wrong. No apology could ever bring back the time you had lost.

“I’m sorry.” it was not much. Definitely not enough. Definitely not what you deserved. Yet, it was all that could be given to you in this moment. A strong, muscular arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his warm body. The heat of his form immediately transferring to your skin. His embrace was a safe haven. His cologne so familiar. You had missed him. So much. Only when he touched you were you overwhelmed by every single emotion you had ignored for the last couple of months. Silent tears made their way down your cheeks, leaving a salty taste at the corners of your mouth.

“It’s fine.” one thing had not changed. Always making sure that others would not worry about you. People knew you for your fierce & strong personality. It was not too late to get the old you back. With much work, much love & support, you could change for the better again.

“It’s not.” Cordell knew you were one to carry everything on your own. That trait was given to you from him. He recalled how Emily had mentioned it when you were a small child. The one thing you always did was putting others first, forgetting about yourself in the process. That was something the both of you had to work on. Something the both of you needed to improve. The start would make him talking to the rest of the family. Now that he knew about your daily struggles, he made it his job to do everything to change it. For your sake. Because that was what Emily would have wanted. It was what he wanted for you. All of your years, you had been nothing but kind & loving towards his parents, Stella & August. The kindness you shared with them was not necessary. You had been treated wrongly for years & Cordell blamed himself for being too blind to see clearly.

Again, silence enveloped you & neither of you talked. It was comforting. Him being back. Him wanting to help. He hugged you close to him. Squeezing your shoulders every now & then. A simple sign of letting you know that he was still here. With you.

“I’ll talk to them.” if it were not for the night to be so calm, you would have missed his words entirely. “I’ll make this right.” this was a silent promise. A promise that he would stay. A promise that you no longer had to keep your grief locked inside. A promise that your family would be just that. A family. A family who treated each other equally. Loved each other endlessly. Supported each other whenever it was possible. Maybe it was the scene you found yourself in. The almost black night sky, illuminated by the moon, by thousands of little stars. Showing you that there were a million small reasons for a light in a mass of darkness. Bits & pieces of hope. Maybe this was your sign. The sign you had waited for every night. The sign from your mom. Telling you that it was worth fighting for. Worth fighting for the little things. Because each of those were beautiful in their own way. Each of those deserved appreciation. Each of those could brighten up the dark life you found yourself in. And light was all you needed right now.

Published (03/26/2021) by Cathy

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thewistlingbadger · 3 years

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Mixed Signals

Summary: Emily and Spencer are trying to see if Derek likes Spencer. Derek is trying to figure out if he's gay with the help from Penelope. The 4 of them come to the realization that they are NOT on the same page at a club, where Emily and Spencer make out to see if Derek will get jealous.

CW: Platonic Spencer/Emily, friends who kiss, Derek has bi panic, gender non-conforming Spencer Reid, intimate friendship, inappropriate language, kiss in the rain, miscommunication, love confessions, first kiss. Y'all asked for me to post the stuff i got in my notes so here ya go. Enjoy.

Okay. So Emily and Spencer definitely came to the club with something up their sleeve. Spencer had always kept quiet about his crush on Derek. After all, the year was 2008. Gay marriage wasn't legal and if you were out you could be called slurs, or worse. And in the workplace? You could be terminated. The only person he ever came close to telling was Elle, but then one moment she was here, the next, gone.

Emily tried her best to be shocked at the news. It takes one to know one, she told herself. But nevertheless she made sure that he knew she was a safe space and that all she cared about was his comfort. He ranted to her about gender dysphoria and wanting to tap into his feminity, but being too afraid to do so. He asked her if she thought Derek liked him back, and tonight, they would find out.

Everyone knew Emily Prentiss was a lesbian. She made it no secret, while also making sure you minded your own business. She read queer romance novels on the jet, there was a pride flag on her desk and if you asked her what was on her calendar, she would tell you next Wednesday she had a meeting with her local LGBTQ+ advocates and that there would be a march next month, if you wanted to come.

In the same breath, she had no problem kissing Reid. They both knew that there was nothing romantic about the them. Kissing just...helped them both I guess. When Spencer would come over because he was having nightmares, Emily would scoot over in bed and make room for him. When she would get up around noon, Spencer would wrap his arms around her and kiss the side of her head as she brushed her teeth. Or when she could tell he was getting overwhelmed, she'd pepper his face with kisses till he'd be calm again.

Most people said I love you in words but for them, they had heard those words growing up from the mouths that did not mean it. Their kisses were tangible, real. They said I love, care, and respect you without even needing to pronounce a syllable.

Everyday, Derek came crying for help in Peneople's corner. He had never considered being anything but straight but his pretty boy got him second guessing himself. Derek didn't have the luxury of being able to figure himself out while young. And now that he was an adult, an established FBI agent, he feared it was too late. Penelope was his shoulder to cry on, filling his ears with positive affirmations. Giving him flyers to queer support groups and telling him when pride would be rolling into town.

"What if I don't like men and I just like pretty boy? Do I even like him like that? What if I'm just overthinking it?" "Well then you'll find out tonight." Peneople said with a wink. She ordered another round as Spencer and Emily found their way to the booth.

Derek tried to act normal but he couldn't help but notice how smug the both of them. Like they were inside a joke, and Derek wasn't. It made something rise in Derek, he just didn't know what.

Spencer still couldn't piece it all together. The looks, the touchs, the names, they had to mean something. Despite contrary belief, he wasn't all that oblivious. He knew Derek had been flirting with him for years. But why? Derek was always pulling girls whenever they went out to places like this and he never had shown interest in men. So why would he like Reid? Although, thought of Spencer being the only male that Derek was attracted to made his heart flutter, he knew it was unrealistic.

"Hey. Wanna dance?" Emily said putting her hand on his shoulder. He smiled. She always knew how to do that, pull him out of thought. As he got up he started to think about all the things he loved about her. Her gentleness without making him feel babied, her understanding without having the ability to understand what he was going through, the way she knew things about him that he didn't tell her that only he knew.

Like how he didn't need to drink to be a good time. As their bodies pressed together and they moved to the RNB beat, they laughed at each other. "Don't forget the task at hand Spence." She teased. "What task? The task of finding you a girlfriend? Because let me tell you, she won't come if your hair is looking like that!" He started to run his fingers through her hair which just made her laugh more.

Derek was watching them have fun while he was downing his drink. "What's wrong Derek, this is your scene! This is where Derek Morgan is Derek Morgan. And let me tell you, Derek Morgan? He does NOT sit at the booth like a sad puppy when the love of his life is out there dancing! Something that is a rare sight for our eyes!" He sighed, taking another sip from the glass, but he stayed glued to the leather seat.

"C'mon Derek! Do something! If you're not gonna go after Reid go after another dude! Or a gal! Scout out the area, look for someone who seems worth while! There's only one single friend out of the 4 of us and right now it's looking like it's gonna be me because Emily is having a grand old time with Reid."

Glad to know he wasn't going crazy, he responded. "Yeah, speaking of which, since when are they so close? Like you said, we barely get to see Reid dance. Then all of a sudden he's taking Prentiss's hand and they're grinding it up on the dancefloor?" He couldn't leave the irritation of his voice.

"Jealous much?" She wiggled her eyebrows. He rolled his eyes. "Don't you think it's weird?" Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. Of course not dummy! If you haven't figured out what Emily Prentiss was by now, you probably never will! Ignoring her thoughts, she asked "well what do you think it is?" He stared at the pair, trying to get get ahold of what it all meant but he turned away, empty handed.

"Did you see that? He was staring at us for a long time..." Spencer said looking over Emily's shoulder. "Do you think it's working?" "I don't know...he looked upset...he's drinking right now. Mil, I don't want to do this if he's drunk..." Emily could hear the doubt stirring in him. She didn't want to push him but she had the feeling that this would be the only chance. She wouldn't get Spencer to agree with her on this again.

"Hey." She tilted his chin down toward her. "It's your call." She smiled. God, you just gotta love her, he thought. He smiled and went for it.

"Hey, they moved away from the dance floor. Where'd they go?" Derek said sitting up straight searching over the crowd of clubbers. "I don't know..." Penelope now getting concerned. She stood up and-

"oh my god-" "What?! Are they hurt?! What's going o-" his search for them was interrupted by Penelope's hands clutching the sides of his face and directing it to the right side of the room, were he could see Emily and Spencer making out.

They both just stood there, jaws on the floor. "I thought she didn't swing that way..." Penelope said, shocked to her core. "Reid?" Morgan said, not as if he was calling for him but as if he was surprised that Emily was kissing Spencer. Or was Spencer kissing her? Unlike the last time he was staring at them, he was now paying attention to every detail. The way Emily's tight long sleeve shirt left nothing to the imagination and how she was pulling Reid in by the inside of his pants, then feeling him up after. She smirked mischievously into his lips, as if it were just a game.

Reid on the other hand, looked like he was about to cum on sight. He was still playing with he hair like how he was on the dancefloor, but this time his eyes were screwed tight. He barely moved his mouth meaning that A, Prentiss was doing all the work and B, when he did move his mouth it was in the smallest way possible and by god did he look amazing. Holy shit, did he just see some tongue?! Oh fuck, Derek thought, the realization hitting him like a truck. I like both of them.

He continued to watch them. Spence's hair was getting in his face and Emily was too busy teasing him by thumbing the hem of his sweater vest to notice. Derek could tell how much it was bothering him but he also seemed so carefree, so trapped in the moment, the sensations. He moved his head back ever so slightly, as if to ask for more but her mouth never left his.

When they parted, Derek could swear he saw a string of saliva in between them. Damn. This is not what I expected would happen tonight. He thought maybe he'd see a beautiful girl or a handsome dude, giving him an answer he'd been craving; Gifting him the knowledge he had wanted this whole time. But that? Whatever the fuck he just saw? Left him with more questions than answers.

"Derek? Are you okay?" He snapped out of it and looked at Peneople who had a worried expression on her face. That's when he realized that she hadn't been ogling at them the whole time like how he was. "Did that answer your questions?" She tried to approach in a different way. "I uhh." No words could form. "Oh, he's having a gay panic moment-" "No it was definitely for both of them." he blurted without being able to stop himself.

Penelope spit the shot out of her mouth. "You like them BOTH?" "No I-" He was completely out of his element. He started racking his brain, trying to process what he just saw. Why was that so hot? If he had a crush on Reid (like he thought he had the whole time) then wouldn't seeing his boy being kissed make him freak out? But somehow, seeing Spencer being man handled by Emily made him speachless. An "ohhhh" from Penelope was what broke him out of thought. "Well, congratulations Derek. I think you just might like guys and girls."

"Holy shit" they laughed hysterically. Spencer was about to fall to the floor. "What was that?" Emily laughed. "I was trying to make it look believable!" "Yeah by acting like a slut? Okay." She went off in a giggling fit. "Well I think it worked." "No shit?" She asked, looking to the booth. Both Derek and Penelope were standing up. "Well I'll be damned. I don't think I've ever seen him that red." she smiled "holy shit. I did that?" "Hell yeah you did! go get 'im lover boy." He hugged her and thanked her for her help, then made his way back to the booth. He got intercepted by peneople on the way there.

"So. What the fuck was that?" Peneople shouted over the music. "Go ask Emily! I'm going to Morgan." What? "oH!" The pieces somewhat clicking into place. "Oh my god how did I not know!" She gave him a hug. He gave an uncomfortable chuckle "thanks Penelope. But I really gotta go-" "But! He likes you too!" Penelope called after him but Spencer was already too far away to hear. God damn the level of miscommunication that's going on right now! Annoyed at the circumstances, she walked off to Prentiss.

Spencer slid the booth, "Hey." Spencer said. He shifted uncomfortably. A few seconds ago he was having the time of his laughing with a friend. Now he sat across from a different friend, a friend who he didn't want to be friends with. The person he wanted something more with looked down at the ground with a hand over his mouth.

Spencer frowned "what's wrong?" Reaching for the other's hand. Derek looked at him, doe eyed. "Boys." Was all he said. Huh? He had never seen Derek like this. "...Do you wanna dance?" He asked concerned. Derek nodded rapidly and they were off.

Whatever groove Spencer had while dancing with Emily had left because he was back to his normal stiffness. He wondered what was wrong with him but he couldn't decide what it was considering the amount of events that had just occurred. How do I make this less weird? What does he want? Spencer's thoughts reflected on his face.

Fuck. What's going on? Derek wondered. Sure, they were swaying and he had his hands on him, a big improvement on their relationship but he knew something was off about Spencer. So naturally, that's when Derek turned on his profiler mode and started pawing for answers.

"I was watching you earlier, you had some moves pretty boy. Didn't know that about you." There's a lot you don't know about me the genius thought. Instead he responded with "really?" "Yeah. I thought you didn't dance." "I'm not good at it." Spencer laughed. Derek couldn't resist rolling his eyes at the comments. You were practically fucking on the dancefloor talk about 'I'm not good at it.' Boy please. Spencer caught his eyes rolling though. Becoming defensive, he said "we were just being silly. It didn't mean anything." "That make out didn't look so silly. Looked pretty serious from where I was standing."

Spencer was taken aback. Was he mad at him? There was a hint of protectiveness but why would Derek be protective over him when he was with Emily? They've known Emily for a while now, they trust her.

Spencer didn't let him slide away with the snideness. "So what's your problem tonight. Had too many drinks and are now pissed you're not the only one who knows how to have fun?"

"I'm not drunk." Derek grumbled. "Oh really? Derek we've been here 2 hours now and the whole time all you've done is sit down with Penny and drink drinks. And all of a sudden you're acting all strange? How do you explain that hm?" Derek looked away realizing his error, licking his lips.

You're gonna profile me? Two can play it that way. "It's the fact that it's Prentiss huh. Do you like her?" Derek still couldn't meet his eyes. "Or did you just think I couldn't get her?" Spencer wasn't one who got easily mad but the bullshit Derek was pulling was infuriating. Do I just let the cat out of the bag or do I see how he plays it out?There's too many mixed signals going on.

Spencer scoffed annoyingly, letting go of Derek and storming off. "Kid wait!" God damn it Derek this is the one thing you're not supposed to fuck up. Emily stood up from the table that she was at with Penelope. "What's going on?" "I don't know!" They both watched Spencer leave. "Oh no..." "What the f-...he likes him Emily I swear! It's all he's been talking to me about for months! I really don't know what's going on!" Emily tried to make her way through the crowd but Derek was already out the door, trying to reach Spencer.

This is just fucking great. I go out to a club, a place that I already don't like just to try to make a move on some dude, some asshole, and now it's raining. Could it seriously get worse? "Spencer, c'mon man!" Derek heard him curse in a language he didn't understand. "I don't have time for bullshit Derek! Don't waste my time!" He kept walking back towards him.

Derek caught up to him, his feet splashing into puddles. "Look man, I'm sorry. Just let me explain!" Spencer didn't even look at him, he just kept walking. As a final attempt, Derek grabbed his hand, Spencer now facing him. "I'm not trying to waste your time pretty boy. Or bullshit you." The rain drops sliding down both their faces. Despite there being no light other the moon, they looked into each other's eyes. Derek didn't have a firm grip on Spencer's hand, but Spencer didn't feel the need to let go.

"You should start explaining yourself because I don't like dealing with nonsense." His chest rising and falling with every deep breath he took. "For the past couple of months I thought I was seeing you differently so I talked to Peneople about it. She suggested we go to the club to see if I liked you or if I only liked girls or maybe even if I liked men in general. When I saw you and Emily kissing, I- I can't explain it. I liked it. I liked watching you two kiss but then you came over to me and I started feeling jealous and I don't know what's going on with me-" "shut up." Spencer grabbed Derek by the collar of his wet shirt and their mouths smashed together.

It wasn't a pretty sight. It wasn't delicate like how most people want their first kisses to be. But it reflected every emotion that the both of them had felt that night. The rain helping their mouths slide together, the small droplets getting smushed when their checks or chins touched. Derek thought that getting kissed by Spencer looked good but oh man did it feel better to actually be kissed by him. Derek slid his fingers through his hair, imitating Spencer when he kissed Prentiss. The water droplets clinging to the ends of his finger tips. Their bodies closer than Reid's and Emily's ever were.

Spencer pulled away, resting his forehead on Derek's. They both felt the breath of the other, the rapid in and outs trying to get back to their normal speed's. Spencer still had his fingers on Derek's collar, still keeping him close. "Please tell me that that cleared up some stuff for you." Spencer breathed.

"We could be that. Friends who kiss but not romantically." Derek offered. All he knew was that he would die a sad man if that was the only time he'd get to kiss Reid. "If we kiss, I'd like it to be in a romantic way. I didn't spend countless hours watching you go home with countless women to not have you kiss me in a romantic way Derek." Derek laughed at his bluntness. "Alright kid. Good. Because I wouldn't have it any other way." He went in for another kiss, and Spencer happily kissed him back.

"I think it did." Derek panted back. Spencer moved his arms around Derek's neck, pulling him into a hug. "I've had a huge crush on you for forever. I didn't say anything because I didn't think you were gay. Emily and I only kissed like that to see what your reaction would be. I don't like her, she doesn't like me. We're just friends. There's no romance behind it." He explained, still hugging him.

By: Mic

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