#emily fucking loves chocolate okay

[blue-babygirl]

Would you, possibly, be willing to do Emily comforting a lesbian BAU!reader who’s just been dumped by their gf? 👀 I just think she would be so sweet about it but also so real

A/N: Okay so I'm pretty sure I went off the rails from what the anon actually asked for and just fucked it up but um.... I'll just post it now.

Status Update

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x BAU!Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff/Sweet (I think?)

Description: Break ups can suck. But you have your best friend (and hopefully future girlfriend) to help you out and spend the evening with you.

Warnings: The reader doesn’t seem all that affected by the break up tbh? I don’t think there is anything I need to add here.

You knew that you needed to figure out a way to apologize to your girlfriend. So that’s what you did on the jet back home. By the time the jet landed, you had a plan in motion. You made a reservation at a restaurant she was talking about and ordered her favorite flowers and some chocolates. The only hitch in your plan was that you couldn’t get ahold of your girlfriend.

Well, ex-girlfriend after the call you get.

“Hey Gar-”

“OMG Y/N! Why didn’t you say anything? When did this happen? You just have to say a word and I will be at your place with ice cream and alcohol and movies!”

“Woah woah woah! What’s this about?” Emily turned to you from the passenger seat as you gave her and your phone a strange look.

“Emily! Good thing you guys are together! And Y/N didn’t tell you? She and Clarise broke up!”

“What?!?” You and Emily exclaimed at the same time.

“What? She updated her relationship status on Facebook… OMG she did it without telling you…” You could quite literally hear the grimace on Penny’s face across the phone.

“No… I- I’ve been trying to get ahold of her since the case ended but it keeps going to voicemail…”

“Oh Y/N… I am so sorry. You know we are here for you, right?” Emily gave you a soft smile as you took a deep breath to try and think clearly.

“Yes! And um… not sure if you want to know but she blocked you… that’s why it kept going to voicemail…” Penelope spoke up, making you shake your head. “Thanks Penny. I’ll see you at the office.”

“Okay. I love you, be safe lovies.” You sat back with a sigh, not sure if it was disbelief, sadness or relief that you felt. You couldn’t believe that this was how Clarise was breaking up with you but at the same time, it was also how she and her friends let people know that they didn’t like them or were mad at them. You felt sad that this is how things were ending after being with her and there for her for the last almost two years. And however bad it might be, you also felt somewhat relieved after how much she had been trying to make you choose between your job and her even though you had made it clear what your job was like and how much you loved it before you even got together.

“You know we are here for you right?” You glanced at Emily, catching her eye. You sigh, contemplating if you should speak out your thoughts.

“I know… Honestly, I don’t really know how to feel. We were together for two years and instead of giving me the courtesy of telling me herself, she just blocked me and changed her status, which honestly hurts. But at the same time, she has been pretty insistent about me choosing her over my job over the past couple months, so this is somewhat of a relief too because I don’t want to choose.”

“I feel you. Most of us seem to have the same issue.” Emily chuckled, but you could feel the bitterness of it. You groan when you remember that you need to cancel your reservations and the orders, knowing that you won’t get your money back.

“I’m gonna have to cancel my reservations and stuff and I’m not even going to get my money back. This sucks.” You take out your phone just as Emily speaks up.

“Well… you can still go? I mean, by yourself or we can go as a group if you want?” “You know what?” You speak up after a moment of silence. “I don’t want to go alone, and the reservation is only for two people. How do you feel about going with me?”

“Like a date?” Emily exclaims and you can hear the surprise in her voice.

“Well… not exactly… but we can do that after I move on from everything with Clarise?” You bite your lip as you shoot your shot.

“Well… a-are you sure?”

You shoot Emily a soft smile as she glances at you, “A 100% sure.”

“I would love that…” You can see Emily blushing under the streetlight as she parks outside your apartment building.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up in an hour?” You smile at her as she nods, grinning at the blush covering her cheeks. “Emily Prentiss blushing? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh hush! If anybody ever hears about this…” Emily threatens. “No one is going to hear. Your secret’s safe with me Em. Now, I’m gonna go get ready and by the time I get to your place, you better be dressed up Agent Prentiss.” You grin as you tease her, getting your bags and leaving the car.

One hour later, you are standing outside Emily’s apartment building with flowers and a box of chocolate, waiting for Emily to get down. You grin when you see her coming out in a beautiful red dress that doesn’t even compare to the beauty wearing it.

Emily smiles at you as you exchange greetings, blushing when you give her the flowers and chocolate.

“These aren’t the ones you ordered on the jet.” Emily says as she gets into the car.

“No, they are in the trash. I was not about to give you the flowers I bought for Clarise, Em. You deserve a lot better.” You start the car, giving her one last smile before starting to drive.

The rest of the evening is a blur of conversation, laughter and memories being made. You both enjoy a selection of high-quality food followed by an ice cream stop before driving to drop her off at her apartment.

As the night comes to an end, you are sure of two things. One, the two of you won’t be dating until after at least 3 months because according to Emily ‘that is the required amount of time to get someone out of your system’. Two, you are willing to wait an eternity if it means that you can date Emily at the end.

#criminal minds #fluff #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss imagine

[sequinsmile-x]

The Final Say

Emily wants to put the Christmas tree up in mid-November. Aaron does not.

It's a good thing Emily is an expert at getting her husband to see her point of view.

-x-

Hi friends!

This fic came from a conversation I was having with @cloudlessly-light, who after seeing my Christmas tree in the background of a photo of my cat, told me off for having it up so early haha

Naturally my brain went to 'imagine Aaron and Emily having differing views on when the tree should go up'...and that then turned into a smut fic.

I'm sure I say this every time I write smut, but I truly think this is the filthiest thing I've written so far.

Let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (oral sex, a smidge of dirty talk)

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily loved Christmas. 

She always had, ever since she was a kid. It was something that had always been the same wherever she was in the world, a piece of home that followed her and her mother no matter where they lived. She knew it was for show, she’d known that even when she was young. The tree and the decorations weren’t for her, but for the parties her mother would host, for the dignitaries that would always seem to be in their house, but that never diminished her enjoyment of it. The sparkly lights and brightly coloured ornaments never failing to warm her from the inside out. 

She’d always hoped that one day she’d decorate a tree with her own family. Pulling the same ornaments and decorations from a box they stored in the attic every year, not new ones in every city, and placing them on a tree they picked out together, not one that seemingly appeared one morning. 

She loved Christmas, and that meant she felt the pull to put the decorations up as soon as the days ticked over into mid-November. She wanted to sit on the couch curled up with her children and her husband and look at the tree. She wanted to bathe in the warm light the string lights emitted, a hot chocolate with whiskey in her palms. 

She was even more excited this year than usual. It was Issac’s first Christmas, and even though she knew the 3-month-old would have no clue what was going on, she couldn’t wait to include him in all of the traditions they’d come up with since she’d moved in with Aaron and Jack. 

The only issue is, that no matter how much she loved Christmas, Aaron did not. 

It’s not that he hated it, far from it. As it got closer to the actual date he got involved in the festivities. He’d walk alongside her at the Christmas markets, one hand in hers and the other in Jack’s, letting them drag him from stall to stall. The debate about the Christmas tree would always begin as soon as she started to think about it, making sure she dropped not-so-subtle hints that would make him raise an eyebrow at her. 

It was during their first Christmas together, their relationship only a few months old at the time, when she realised she could use his inability to say no to her when she was naked for her own gain. She’d seduced him easily by walking into his bedroom with nothing more than his favourite lingerie on, and once he’d fucked her into the mattress he’d agreed to her putting the tree up whenever she wanted to. 

It had become a tradition in itself. A game between the two of them that would always end with her winning, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun along the way. In fact, she’d just laid the evidence of last year's fun down for his afternoon nap in the nursery. 

Issac was asleep, Jack was at a friend's for a sleepover, and she had Aaron all to herself. 

She finds him in their bedroom, focused on putting away laundry, and she wraps her arms around him from behind. She kisses his shoulder through his shirt, and he stops what he’s doing to place his hands over hers on his stomach. 

“Did he go down okay?” 

She hums and nods, “He’s fast asleep,” she says, kissing his shoulder again before she encourages him to turn to face her, her hands on his hips, “Which means we have some time to ourselves,” she says, looking up at him through her lashes. 

“Oh really?” He asks, his hands skating over her waist before they land on her lower back, “What were you thinking?”

She pretends to think about it, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “We could…put up the tree?” 

He groans, shaking his head at her as if he hadn’t known this was coming, “Em, it’s too early.” 

She pulls him towards the loveseat they keep in the corner of their bedroom and she pushes him down onto it before she sits on top of him, placing her knees on either side of his hips. She pouts as she settles into his lap, purposely making a point of grinding against him as she does. She bites her lip when she feels his hands tighten on her hips almost involuntarily. 

“But it’s Christmas,” she complains as she frowns at him.

“It’s mid-November,” he quips, raising his eyebrow at her. He knew how this would end, that he’d end up giving in like he did every year, but it didn’t mean he was going to give in easily. Especially when it usually ended well for him. 

“The boys will be excited,” she says, cupping the back of his neck, making him shiver as she runs her fingers across his skin, “They love Christmas.”

“Jack is 8, he knows when Christmas actually is, and Issac is 12 weeks old, he isn’t even aware it’s Christmas. Or that he has feet.” He replies, watching as she attempts to suppress a smile, “The only things he’s aware of are your breasts and when it’s the most inconvenient time to wake up from his nap.” 

She leans in to stamp her kiss against his, smirking when he chases her as she pulls back. She cups the back of his head. “Well,” she says, kissing him again, “Then we’d better hurry up and make sure we don’t give him a chance to interrupt us.” 

Aaron groans when she rolls her hips against his again, and he grasps her waist, his thumbs pressing into the bottom of her ribcage. 

“We’re not putting the tree up,” he says, the challenge weak even to his ears, and she leans in, her lips against his ear as she responds. 

“We’ll see about that.” 

She kisses him fiercely, her tongue sweeping through his mouth as she tightens her hold on his head, her nails scratching at his scalp. He groans and his hands slip to her hips, holding them tightly as he pulls her closer. He pushes his hips up into hers and she whimpers at the feeling of him half hard under her. She only pulls away when she needs to, sucking in a breath before she sinks her teeth into his lower lip, tugging at it before she lets it go. 

“Let me convince you,” she says, kissing him quickly before she shifts back in his lap, her fingers reaching for his shirt. She unbuttons his shirt, kissing and nipping at his skin as she reveals it, paying close attention to his scars like she always did. It was something they’d done for each other since the beginning, lips and fingers delicately pressed against the raised skin. Neither of them ever forgetting to worship the other where they’d been stitched back together, proof of what they’d survived to make it to each other. 

She gets out of his lap and kneels in front of the loveseat, her hands reaching for his belt buckle and she looks up at him as she undoes it and his pants. He lifts his hips just long enough for her to pull his pants and boxers. She kneels in between his legs and takes his cock in her hand and clenches her thighs together, desperate for some friction, at the punched out groan that escapes him the moment she touches his heated skin. 

“Fuck, Em,” he grunts, his eyes fixed on her as she leans forward, maintaining eye contact with him as she licks the tip of him, a smile flashing across her face as his hips twitch towards her face. 

“Impatient,” she teases, slowly pumping him up and down, her breath skipping over him, her smile turning into a smirk as he all but growls at her. 

“Sweetheart-”

He’s cut off as she takes him in her mouth, his words lost to a moan as he feels himself hit the back of her throat, the sound of her gagging sparking a fire in his gut. He pushes his fingers through her hair, tightening them in the strands as she bobs up and down, using her mouth and hands in tandem. 

“Fuck, baby,” he says, “You’re so fucking good at that.” He says, and the praise makes her stomach flip, forcing her to once again press her thighs together. She takes him as far down her throat as she can, only spurred on as she chokes around him and he thrusts up into her mouth. He feels a familiar tug in his gut, and he stops her, gently tugging at her hair, smiling as she lifts her head and looks at him with a dazed look in her eyes, a line of spit trailing from her lower lip to his tip. 

He cups her chin and encourages her upwards, steadying her on her feet as he pulls her in to kiss him, groaning as he tastes himself on her lips. When he breaks the kiss he smiles at her.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” he says, his voice low and raspy. She follows his instructions without really thinking about it, shedding her clothes with little fanfare as she watches him finish the job she’d started by taking off his clothes. 

He’s on her the second she’s on the bed, pressing her into the mattress by laying on top of her, finding his place in the cradle of her hips. She groans as he kisses down her chest, his touch turning gentle as he skates over her breasts, well aware that was his youngest son’s domain for now. He licks along the length of the scar beneath her ribcage, mapping out each line of it from where he’d memorised it long ago. The topography of her body his favourite thing, each hill and valley of her skin somewhere he could happily get lost in. Since she’d had Issac he’d taken the opportunity to learn the ways her body had changed, every part of her infinitely more beautiful to him now she’d carried their son and kept him safe. 

She’s squirming beneath him by the time he reaches her thighs, his hands surprisingly gentle as he pushes them apart. He feels pride swell in his chest at how wet she is already, how she glistens in the light of their bedroom, and he breathes her in. 

“So wet for me already, sweetheart,” he says, nipping the top of her thigh with his teeth before soothing it with a kiss, smiling when she bucks her hips, “I’ve barely touched you,” he says, turning his head to her other thigh and giving it the same treatment, “You like being on your knees for me, don’t you?”

She whimpers at his words, her heels finding their place on his shoulders, digging in as a silent form of warning, “Please.” 

As much as he enjoyed teasing her, he knew their time was limited. The baby would be up soon and he didn’t want this to finish before it had really got started. 

Aaron leans in and licks through her, his groan at the taste of her matching the one that escapes her at the pleasure that rushes through her. He pushes two thick fingers inside of her, curling them upwards as he does so, smirking against her skin when she rolls her hips just as he hits the right spot. 

“Oh god yes,” she says, trying to keep quiet, “Please don’t stop.” 

She pushes herself up onto her elbows to look down, to see his face buried in her, the tension in his arm as he moves his fingers in and out of her. The burning in her belly starts to build, crackling through her nerves as it’s ready to ignite. He looks up at her, and as their eyes meet she falls over the edge, the intimacy of it giving her the final shove she needs. 

He’s on her in a second, his lips against hers as he captures the moan that escapes her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, sharing the taste of herself with her. It’s only when she comes down from her high that she realises her legs are still over his shoulder. He’s bent in her half, something that a few short months ago she would have thought was a move that was now beyond her, and his cock notches over her sensitive and swollen clit. 

“I didn’t know I could still bend that far,” she says breathlessly, smiling when he grins at her, his eyes blown black with desire, “Thought I’d lost that ability around the time my hips got wider.” 

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he grunts, pushing forward so he enters her, both of them groaning at the familiar stretch, “You’re fucking perfect.” 

She clenches around him, the angle, the fact she’d barely come down from her last orgasm, making everything seem more sensitive, closer than it usually did. He stills his hips, clearly trying to give her a moment, but she doesn’t need or want it.

All she needs is him.

“Move,” she insists, purposely clenching around him, the breath knocked out of her as he does so involuntarily, “Please move.” 

He never could say no to her, not really, so he does as he’s asked, his rhythm unforgiving as he thrusts in and out of her. She grasps his back, her hips matching the rhythm he has set, one she was as familiar with as she was with every inch of his body. Even back when they did this for the first time there had been a sense of familiarity about it, something that felt like coming home. 

She eventually feels the spark in her belly again, and she can tell he’s close too, his hips slowly becoming more sporadic. 

“I’m going to come,” she says, clenching around him again, “I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too, baby,” he replies, burying his face in her shoulder, his hand drifting down to her clit to draw soft but concise circles over her, “Let me feel it.” 

She comes, her teeth sinking into his neck to stop herself from screaming, and it triggers his orgasm, the feel of him coming deep inside of her making her sigh. They lay there for a moment before he pushes himself up on his hands, his palms on either side of her head before he leans down to kiss her. He sits up just enough that her legs slip off his shoulders, slumping against the bed in a way that made her feel as light as a feather and as if she was made of lead at the same time. She pats his chest as he lays back down next to her, still desperately trying to suck air back into her lungs. He kisses her cheek and then turns her head just enough to kiss him. She smiles as she pulls back, her hand on his cheek.

“Okay,” he says one of his hands trailing down her side, smiling as she shivers, “We can put the tree up.” 

She chuckles as she kisses him softly, a gentle press of her lips against his, “I always win, why do you even fight it?”

He shrugs, “Why would I when we have so much fun along the way?” He says, and she shakes her head at him as he waggles his eyebrows at her, and she presses her thumb into his lower lip, feeling the familiar plushness. 

“You better not have gotten me pregnant this year,” she jokes, well aware it wasn’t a possibility, that she was on her birth control and they weren’t actively trying like they had been last year, “We barely sleep as it is.” 

Aaron laughs and shakes his head at her, “No one can ever know Issac is the product of last year's Christmas tree debate.” 

She smiles as he kisses her thumb, but her response is cut off by a cry from down the hall, “Speaking of Santa’s little helper,” she quips, “He’s done with his nap.” 

“I’ll get him,” Aaron says, stamping one last kiss to her lips before he stands up and walks over to his dresser to get a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Good,” she replies, resting on her elbows to look at him, throwing him a wink from where she was still lying on the bed, “Because my legs still aren’t working.”

___

They have the team over for Thanksgiving. 

Everyone took turns hosting, even though Dave did most of the cooking every year, and this time it was decided it made the most sense for everyone to come to their house since they had the youngest kid. 

Emily smiles as she glances over at Aaron, Issac in his arms and Jack excitedly talking to his father and Dave, before she walks over to join JJ, Derek and Spencer who are all standing around the tree. Derek smiles curiously at her as she stands next to him.

“How did you convince Hotch to put up the tree, Princess?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looks back at it, “I thought he used to have a strict ‘not before December’ rule when it came to decorations.” 

JJ chuckles, cutting Emily off before she can reply, “You don’t want to know, Derek,” she says, taking a sip of her wine, “Penelope made the mistake of asking last year and she still hasn’t recovered,” she leans in closer as if they are conspiring, “Plus, Hotch has a hell of a hickey on his neck. Do the math yourself.” 

Emily feels her cheeks go red as everyone looks over at her husband, the bruise on his throat not quite covered by his shirt collar. 

“Oh, gross,” Derek says, and Emily rolls her eyes. 

“Oh come on, Aaron and I are married. We have a baby, it can’t be a surprise we have sex,” she shrugs, looking back over at her husband, smiling as he continues to talk to Dave whilst he bounces Issac in his arms, trying to soothe the slightly cranky baby, “Besides, I know how to get what I want. And what I want is the Christmas tree being put up on November 15th.” 

“So this happens…every year?” Spencer asks, the question escaping him before he really thinks it through, and she looks over at him, her eyebrow raised. 

“I’m sure I’ll regret asking this question,” she says, “But why do you want to know that?” 

“If you always put the tree up on November 15th that means you put it up 53 weeks ago,” Spencer says, and Emily’s eyes go wide as she realises what he’s figuring out, the maths pulling together in his head before she can stop him, “And you were pregnant for 39 weeks and 3 days, and Issac is about to turn 14 weeks old-”

“Okay,” she says, cutting him off with a glare and a raised hand, “That’s enough.” 

It’s too late, and she hears JJ laugh and Derek groan in disgust, “Oh God,” he says, scrunching his face up, “You’re telling me that Issac exists because you wanted the Christmas tree to go up in Nov-”

“Please don’t say anything to Aaron,” she says, almost begging. She knows JJ would never say anything, and that Spencer would be too afraid too, but Derek lived to wind her up, solidifying his place as the brother she never had or asked for, “He’ll never have sex with me again if he finds out you know.”

Derek raises an eyebrow at her, “Is that meant to deter me? If you never have sex again I never have to hear about it again.” 

“How about if you tell him I’ll kill you and no one will ever know it was me,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him, “We all know I’d get away with it.” 

Derek swallows thickly, clearly taking her seriously, and he nods, his silent agreement coming just in time as Aaron walks over and hands Issac to her. 

“Someone wants Mommy,” he says, looking back and forth between his wife and their friends as they all go deathly silent as he arrives. 

“Hi sweet boy,” Emily says, securing Issac to her chest and turning so he can see the tree, his face lighting up with a smile as he sees the lights. Aaron kisses her forehead and walks away as Dave calls for him, “You like the tree, huh?” She says to Issac, kissing the side of his head. 

“Just like his Mom,” Derek adds, hiding his smirk behind his glass as he takes a sip. She looks up at him, her glare firmly back in place.

“Derek I swear to God.” 

-x-

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[justanamesstuff]

blurb request: matty and reader picking Amelia's and Arthur's names lol I think matty would be so stubborn with his ideas and every time sharing a new one

A/N: I LOVE THISSS...felt quite inspired and wrote a lot haha, I hope you like it!! Sorry for any typos (haven't proofread)

I believe both occasions were entirely different. Since they were “only friends” during Y/n’s first pregnancy, and openly in love during the second one. The only similarity was that both times they knew ‘the gender’.

Amelia’s pregnancy

I think he just randomly shared his ideas. Like he could be at the studio with the boys, asking through texts how she was, if she needed something and then suddenly:

Matty:  HOW ABOUT IF WE NAME HER GEMMA?  Y/n: Didn't you have a girlfriend with that name? Matty: Fuck. Y/n: that's what i thought Matty: anyway…how many chocolates should I buy? Y/n: all they have, please 🤤 Matty: Y/n… 🙄 Y/n: What?! It’s for the baby 😇 Matty: right.

But when they finally chose one, they were at opposites sides of the new house –they moved in to raise her–, Matty in his home studio and Y/n in the living room watching a film. 

“Y/n!” he shouted out of the blue, startling her. 

She tried to move quickly, but it was hard with her big belly of 6 months. “What?”

“Y/n!” his voice coming closer and closer.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” she worried.

Matty showed up in the living room, stopping to catch his breath. “No.” he managed to answer. “I’m okay. Wait-” he pushed one finger up. “Give…me…a minute.” Matty let his body collapsed on the couch, beside Y/n. She was trying to figure out what was happening, the film long forgotten. 

“Matty?” Y/n broke the silence after a few minutes, admiring his face resting while Matty tried to breathe rhythmically again, focusing on the task with his eyes closed. He was so pretty. 

“Yes?”

“You called me?” Y/n inquiry made him snapped, opening his eyes while he turned his head to look at her. 

“Oh, yes! I have the perfect name.” Y/n hit him on his shoulder with all the force she could. Matty tried to shield himself from her. “What that was for?” he protested.

“You scared me!” Matty’s sight softened with her affirmation. 

“You’re so cute.”

“Shut up and start spilling.” she urged him.

“Right, right.” Matty made a dramatic pause. “Stevie!” the singer shared with Y/n, gaining a stunned look from her. “What? It’s perfect! Like Stevie Nicks, da?” 

“Don’t get me wrong, but Stevie Healy doesn’t sound good for our baby.” Matty melted every time she referred to the baby growing in her belly as ‘their’ baby. 

“Y/n, listen to me…it’s perfect!” Matty stubbornly fought back. “And when she’ll be here…” he dared to touch her belly, sensing the baby kick. “They can meet, and it’s going to be the coolest shit ever!”

“Matty…” Y/n started sweetly, touching his hand with hers. “Sounds good, not good enough for our child. She’s growing inside me, I have a say in this.”

“Not fair.” he protested. 

“Another name you want to share?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on…don’t be a baby!”

“Share yours if it's so cool!”

“Healy.” 

“Fine.” Matty looked her directly into her eyes. “Emily.”

“What do you have with the ‘e’, ‘i’ and ‘y’?” Y/n chuckled. “Emily Healy.” she tried to think if it sounded good or not. “No…of course not!”

“Impossible! You’re mother-” Matty leaned forward, talking directly with the belly. “Your mother is impossible.”

“Your father is the most stubborn man walking this earth.”

“Oh, really? Tell me your amazing names for her!” he encouraged her. 

“Alright.” Y/n smiled at him. “I have to warn you...you’re going to love it, Healy.” he rolled his eyes at her. “Amelia.”

Matty had to suck his own words, staying in complete silence. He felt the baby kick his hand once more, making his eyes moving from Y/n’s face to the belly. 

“Do you like that name, baby?” another kick. Matty’s eyes filled with tears. “I can’t say no to you.”

“What you think?” Y/n asked, feeling her tears streaming down her face. Matty stared at her face again, going to dry the tears and hold her face between his palms.

“It’s perfect.” he mumbled, feeling the strong need to kiss her. 

Y/n brought him in for a hug, the belly between their bodies.

Arthur’s pregnancy

During Y/n’s second pregnancy, Matty was more relaxed as well as Y/n. They were inside a bubble enjoying being in love, having a beautiful daughter growing so fast and the baby that was coming anytime soon. 

Since Y/n found out she was actually pregnant to giving birth to a beautiful and healthy baby boy, time went by fast. Matty had taken a step back from touring with the band to fully be there during the last months of the pregnancy. During those months they talked about the possible names, but none seemed good or even correct, and time passed. 

Y/n held the baby, rocking him while seated at the hospital bed, not being able to stop looking away. He was so tiny and perfect. The baby had little hair, but not curls showing just yet. 

“I’m back.” Matty announced entering the room. “Hi.” he stopped after closing the door, staring at his girlfriend and baby boy.

“Hey.” Y/n answered with a barely audible voice. “He just fell asleep.” she told Matty.

“That’s good.” he went to kiss both of their forehead, making sure not to wake the newborn. “Grace told me she wants to come tomorrow.”

“Okay, sure. How’s Mel? I miss her already.” 

“She’s okay, asking about mommy.” Matty left the bag he brought at the couch and returned to stand beside Y/n. 

Y/n pouted with Matty’s words, “Don’t tell me that.” 

Matty snorted. “I’d told her she that mommy was okay and missing her a lot.”

“And?”

“Kept asking where was mommy.”

“My little Sherlock.”

“That’s it!” Matty said way too loud, cringing seconds later the sound reached his ears. Both parents looked down at the baby. He only moved a little, still asleep. They breathe out. 

“We’re not calling him Sherlock, Matthew.” Y/n warned him. The only times they discussed the second baby’s name, Matty came up with the strangest options. 

“No, no…of course not! I don’t hate my own child!” Matty shouted in a whisper.

“Neither Watson.” 

“Please, shut up.” Y/n crooked her eyebrow, ready to fight. “Please, my beloved…listened to the man that you love so much.” Matty approached his face to hers, leaving a sweet kiss on her lips. “Okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Arthur Conan.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Y/n, we can’t keep calling him baby or my sweet boy. He needs a name!”

“I know that, but we’re not naming him Conan.”

“Then only Arthur.” Matty offered. 

“No middle name?”

Matty shrugged his shoulders, “Amelia doesn’t have a second one…I wish my parents didn’t add an extra one…”

Y/n stared at the baby’s face. “Arthur Healy.” she muttered. “Little Archie.” Y/n looked at him with affection. “Okay.”

“Really?” Matty asked suspicious. 

“Weren’t you so sure after all?” Y/n teased him.

“Of course.” Matty stand, trying to look confident. “Next baby, we’re calling him Edgar.” he joked, kissing her forehead.

“Over my dead body, Healy.”

He smiled wider, thinking that Y/n implied she wasn’t against the idea of having more babies with him.

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[wetcatspellcaster]

Hi! Sorry to bother you again, I'm the one who asked you a while ago if it was okay to ask for some tips on writing dialogue. Thank you so much for your availability and time 🙇‍♀️ I'm mostly curious about how you structure your dialogues and how you manage to build chemistry between the characters through banter. Do you follow a particular set of rules or does it just come natural to you? You write so many ideas and cool dialogues, how do you manage to come up with so many? In general, if you have any tips for a fledgling "writer", they are super welcome. No pressure, of course, I really don't want to intrude/steal your time. P.s. I forgot last time to tell you that I also really loved your AU fic, Party Favours. I was hooked from the first lines and I had so much fun reading it. It was a really comforting and entertaining read, like drinking a hot chocolate in winter. Honestly, thank you so much for gifting us with such a warm and funny story. 🥰☕

Hey! Thank you for being so nice about my writing and the strengths you think I have - I didn't know I had them, so it was interesting to see my work from someone else's perspective.

And also don't worry, it's not a bother to answer this question. Although I'm not sure how helpful I'll be as I have no formal training and that might mean my explanations aren't useful!!

I'll try to answer as best I can :)

I don't really have rules for chemistry, I'll be honest, but my favourite dynamic (as is fucking obvious from many a fic I've written) is overconfident flirt/straight-laced practical killjoy. Luckily for me... there are a lot of these in media (Howl/Sophie, Tamaki/Haruhi, certain flavours of Buffy/Spike, Jude/Cardan from The Cruel Prince, Labyrinth fanfiction, whatever was going on with Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries)! So I guess, if I was to give advice on that... I'd say if you really like a certain dynamic, go and look for examples of how they work elsewhere. Work out what it is about the pairing that makes your brain itch, or examine how these characteristic interactions play out, if there's any kind of formula to them - for instance, in Party Favours, the bit where Astarion is actively and overconfidently faking while talking to Threnn while Rose gets more and more flustered, was based partly on a fake relationship episode of Buffy lol. Like I didn't copy it word for word or anything, but it was an idea I saw elsewhere that I knew would be good for the pairing. .

Coming up with ideas... again, idk how idiosyncratic my process is. I maladaptive daydream a lot, and I really like scripting arguments (see above about what dynamics in fiction work for me, lmfao). i just love to hallucinate bickering, apparently. If I have any lines of dialogue that occur to me in any situation, I tend to put them into my notes app on my phone, to revisit later. If I have a scene with a particular purpose, I might look through my dialogue on my phone and try to find a series of quotes that work. Other times the maladaptive daydream for a few days might be the scene, and I'll write down any notes on what I want to happen and let it percolate for a few days before I actually write it. Sometimes pieces of dialogue will come to me before the scene does - Astarion's speech in chapter 7 of pieces happened before any of the rest of the fic, and then I was like "fuck. well. now i've got to get myself there." Mostly, this seems to just be a result of having these people live in my head rent free, but I'm also pretty autistic and so I script conversations a lot in social interactions anyway. .

Dialogue. I think dialogue comes naturally to me (see above comment about autism) and as such, I don't really follow any strict rules, I'm afraid... but these are some things I do formally try to do-

If a person is talking at someone (again, see how much I fucking love writing people bickering), you need to make sure it's not just a wall of text. Adding in paragraph breaks, even if it's a monologue, is kind of essential (speaking as someone who did not do this in the beginning, and it shows, particularly when you're reading my earlier fic on mobile rather than desktop). Often I will break it up with a one sentence interjection, a false start from the other person trying to get a word in edgeways, or a stage direction. I had a problem with one pairing I wrote for where one of the characters just would never speak... I needed to engineer lines for him to say even if it was completely superfluous. Sometimes, now I look at my writing, I feel like these are obviously fake and unnecessary... but they help break up the text and give the reader pauses. So they must be helpful, even if they're kind of just... there. it makes the dialogue a dialogue, with two people involved and reacting to each other. -

Similarly, speeding stuff up can be useful when creating banter, to keep pace and avoid people monologuing at each other. The key ways I tend to speed stuff up is usually a) characters finishing each other's sentences (derogatory or affectionate), b) interrupting each other (you'll notice my repeated 'Astarion-' is often used to get Astarion to just talk quicker and at more length and in more detail until Rose loses her goddamn mind), c) quicker back and forth where you don't need dialogue tags or stage directions bc characteristic voices will make it clear who is speaking. -

I read everything aloud as I post. This is how I proofread. Reading aloud helps me find spelling errors/sentence errors, but it also means that I have to speak all my dialogue aloud to my own wall like a crazy person. If I'm speaking it aloud in a different way, like the phrasing changes subconsciously to what's more natural in my mouth, I will often edit the dialogue to reflect that. I speak it, to see how it is spoken. -

Second to the above point, if you have a character who's voice you struggle with, listen/watch clips of their voice. I do not think I can write Lae'zel (or Gale tbh, and I'm now writing a whole fic from his pov so I clearly hate myself). I watch back clips of them all the time, and then I go to my dialogue, and see if I can hear it in their voice. If I can, I keep it. -

...Be brave enough to tell jokes. I genuinely can't tell you how much I don't think I'm funny. Every joke I write in my fic, I have no idea if anyone else will enjoy it, or if it only makes me laugh. But I put it in there, for me. I'm lucky, bc now some people tell me they found a joke amusing, and I'll know it landed with someone else other than me. But you tell jokes with your friends, presumably, and you're playful with them. So allow your characters to joke with each other, even if you're scared that no one else will 'get it'. If no one else finds it funny, at least the characters are having fun! -

Anyway, those are my main 'tips', I don't know if any of them are helpful!!

My other one main piece of advice is... read. Seriously. Even if the media you want to write for isn't a literary novel, read other people's writing, and I do mean both fic and published books, because published books (if they're good) have an editor. I read a lot of books/webtoons/manga before I ever wrote a fic... like for 12 years or something. I was a big reader, and reading good writing is useful - it's inspiring, it's also just technically helpful. These writing tips might be useless, because lot of what I've done in my own writing I've learned through osmosis - just by reading a fuck tonne of books, good and bad. I'm not saying you have to read 60 books a year or w/e, but read like, a few good books!

(also, just write a bunch. I am only becoming a 'read' fic author on my 11th project??? basically??? so I've had a lot of practice at this point, and grown in confidence. The more things you finish, the more ambitious you get. I couldn't have conceived of Pieces when I was writing my first fanfic, bc I thought plot was my main weakness... now I'm writing an almost entirely original premise and that's bc I've learned a lot since I started writing!)

#asks #i hope this is helpful!!! #lovely words from lovely people #long posts #emma rambles #my writing #personal #honestly... a lot of my advice boils down to 'my brain does things i thought were normal until it took a therapist exactly 18 minutes- #-to diagnose me' #also the way all the formatting got lost is sending me

[ddejavvu]

hi! congrats on 3k wow! i would like to order a dark chocolate fudge for spencer reid, where you saw him kissing lila when the two of you were ‘dating’ then it ends with a sprinkled donut <3

come order something from the bakery!

thank you!! i loved writing this </3

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You'd handled it pretty well, all things considered. Your naïve crush on Dr. Reid had been unprofessional, and you supposed if it took seeing him with someone else to snap you out of it, it was worth it.

But if you were really over it, why did your entire body freeze up when you'd caught a glimpse of Spencer's desk drawer?

That headline, that fucking headline stared you down mockingly from the young doctor's drawer, the magazine you'd clearly seen in the garbage now salvaged and kept safe with his personal belongings.

You cursed your recurring unprofessionalism as you hastily excused yourself to the bathroom, tears barely waiting until you were behind closed doors to spring free.

You were an adult, you shouldn't be having silly crushes. That was for middle school, you were a government agent. You'd hardly been in the bathroom for a minute before the door swung open behind you and you turned to find Emily staring at you sympathetically.

"For someone so smart," She let the door shut safely behind her before she continued, stepping forward to offer you a hug, "He's so fucking stupid."

You let out a weak chuckle against her shoulder, relishing the feeling of her arms around you. Sure, you wished they were Spencer's, but you'd take what you could get.

"You should stage a migraine or something," Emily suggested, rubbing a soothing hand across your back, "You can go home and get it all out, and, I dunno, throw darts at a picture of his face or something?"

Her ideas sparked another reluctant giggle from you, and you resentfully withdrew from the hug, wiping pitifully at your tear stains.

"I think I'll just work from home for today," You agreed, preparing yourself to face the rest of your team once more, "Thank you Emily," You smiled to the best of your ability, "I'll be okay."

She didn't seem to believe you very much, and if you were being honest, neither did you. But she nodded encouragingly, wiping away one last tear that had been smeared across your cheek before helping you back out of the bathroom.

She escorted you to Hotch's office, and you tried to ignore all of the curious stares you were getting from the rest of the team. You knew it had looked suspicious, and you knew that your eyes were still tinged red from your tears. But you carefully mumbled out your excuse, even going as far as to squint under the harsh lights of Hotch's office to make your lie more convincing.

"Right, you shouldn't be working then, go home and rest. Keep me updated," Hotch motioned to his phone on the corner of the desk, "And if you need a day or two to recuperate, take it."

You nodded weakly, thanking him profusely for understanding. You only felt slightly guilty for lying, but the feeling was far outweighed by your lingering jealousy.

"Reid," Hotch caught the doctor's attention through the open door of his office, "Drive Y/L/N home, she shouldn't be on the road with a migraine."

Even Emily reacted to Hotch's order, eyes widening a fraction as she watched Spencer scramble out of his seat.

"No, no," You waved your hands frantically, "I can drive myself! Really, it's more of an onset thing, it's not too bad yet. I just need rest, I can make it twenty minutes to my apartment." You grinned placatingly at Hotch, who didn't seem to take kindly to your argument, "I'm fine."

"I still think I should take you," Spencer mused hesitantly, "It would be safer and you could sleep in the car."

"I can-" Emily began, but Hotch cut her off, standing and escorting you out to stand beside Reid.

"Prentiss, you have paperwork to evaluate. Reid's just reorganizing his desk for the tenth time today, he can take her."

You shot her a grateful smile for her attempt, stomach sinking as you let Spencer lead you to the door. She only sent a sad smile back, waving goodbye at you and retreating back to her own desk.

You turned back to Spencer, a 'thanks' to him sticking in your throat as your eyes skimmed over the trash can beside the door. Inside, crumpled and torn, laid the same magazine you'd spotted only minutes before. You could barely even make out Lila's face on the cover, her features warped and distorted as she laid in the garbage.

"Can't believe that was still in my desk," Spencer chuckled, following your gaze to the trash, "'Thought I'd tossed it ages ago. C'mon Y/N, let's get you home and in bed."

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[asherlockstudy]

did you watch the last GME? what are ur thoughts

I did.

Once more I am so conflicted over it. I feel a warm and fuzzy - not necessarily pleasant - sensation, like a mix of being embarrassed and mildly inebriated. And I don’t think this is entirely spontaneous. I think they passed it on to me. But it certainly doesn’t help that my day otherwise sucked. I did laugh throughout it, so there's that.

GME 3 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

I won’t linger too much on my negative feelings because I have talked about this before and it hasn’t changed the third time. But I can’t help but stress once more that it was evident again that some of their boundaries were getting crossed, Link in the suckling (but if my perception is of any worth, I think he was also uncomfortable in the milk pumping one but he was deflecting by acting cool). Rhett was uncomfortable throughout whenever Link started talking for too long or too freely, as usual. But it was bad enough that Link expressed it openly that his boundaries were crossed and again, I don’t like this being the case and also I don’t understand why the fuck they keep doing it (or maybe I do…?) since they are not okay with it even after freaking practices.

I enjoyed the crew’s presence, mostly because their presence comes as such a stark contrast with that of Rhett and Link’s. It was almost relieving seeing them having fun, laughing, being silly before returning to the lingering vague anxiety of what Rhett and Link will have to do or choose to say next. What a highlight Emily’s accident was! I hope she doesn’t feel bad about it. And the one thing I enjoy about GME somehow the most is that nobody among them seems genuinely made for that type of content. But their persistence of going back at it again and again makes it very amusing to me.

A lot of the content was too prepared and practiced, which kinda turned me off, even though I respect the reasoning behind it. Even Link’s personal story towards the beginning was prepared and practiced since they threw the graphic of “we are still good” before Link remembered to say it. Which brings me again to all my questions of “why going to certain places” since you have practiced so much and apparently know what the various situations you’d get into would be in advance.

The bullying of the commentators was hilarious - it was the comedic highlight of the show for me. I also loved Link shaming Rhett’s butt. Did he say “your ass is the laughing stock of asses?” Or something like that. Oh boy 😄

Me during the mooning: oh they actually have better asses than they clai- *sees the chocolate asses* …. Never mind. (Don’t come at me for this!!!!!!!!!)

It was a good choice that they weren’t…. as inebriated as the previous year. Imagine if they were. Clearly intentional that they weren’t. I know some people complained they were a little more reserved but I believe it was ultimately a wise choice.

However, Link’s mild intoxication made him so lovely. And wasn’t he especially loving to Rhett? He kept touching him, on the shoulders, almost stroking him. He was smiling so tenderly to him. He was so appreciative, so full of love in his words. (How beautiful that part of Rhett being the funniest guy he knows and not being threatened by him was!) Even though part of it, like before the stun cane, was strategic, I am convinced he was being genuine, just more open. More real. Surely not a side Link shows in front of others often but I think it might be a bit like that when they are alone, because there have been implications in many occasions that Link is sweeter, more sensitive, more affectionate, more fragile than he lets on publicly. The most intriguing one was Rhett though, because his face was a rollercoaster. His expression often dropped when Link talked a little too much or at the expectation of Link talking too much. But when he was not worried, he looked at Link with a variation of this (stealing screenshot from @jula483):

I honestly haven’t seen a purer look of affection in one’s face, even if it was within the context of all of Link’s ass hair getting pulled out simultaneously.

That game titled as "your parents forcing you to go to law school" or something? Remember it? Link raised a middle finger at that moment. I think there was a recipient there, Rhett's dad.

It was odd how much Rhett did not want to answer the question about the effects of age on his body. He really was like “Oh you want me to give a real answer about it?” and then never answered, which passed under everyone’s radar, including Link who answered normally. What was the real answer Rhett did not want to give? Infrequent hard-ons? I am not sure it was sexual because this was something he could easily skip and talk about non-sexual effects that happen to everybody, just like Link did. I once again made a bad thought and… I am sorry. Lately, I am a little alarmed by how much they make jokes about Rhett dying first (they always did but it’s become more frequent) and by some insinuations they have made that they even had little arguments about Rhett taking proper care of his diet (the bacon discussion if you can recall) Rhett did say he was diagnosed with high cholesterol, plus all the OURA rings he has. High cholesterol is not anything unusual and I believe they make a bigger deal of this than it should be. I wonder if they are hiding something more there too. That part on Ear Biscuits when Link said he was building a social circle in order to not “go under” once Rhett passes left a bad aftertaste to me. His eyes water almost every time aging and death are mentioned. And Rhett saying in Last Meals that the only thing he is worried about was how Link will handle his death? Why has this shit become a pattern, guys? You are young, hopefully you still have many decades before you. High cholesterol is not the end of the world. Jeez. Hope there’s not more there.

I am dying to know what it was about Lily coming home that Link wanted to talk about its reason so bad but couldn’t. Was it professional… about a special project or personal? Because if it’s personal, I can once again only connect it to all the other personal things Link is dying to talk about but can’t, or Rhett won’t let him. I guess if it was about Lily, he would say it? Who knows. It was curious though.

Link assuming the question was about whether Rhett and Link have caught each other having sex WHILE having sex with each other without a second thought. I very much doubt it was entirely accidental or not thought out at all. Don't tell me they practiced everything except getting to know the questions they will have to answer. I believe Link feigned misinterpreting it in order to pass the message that this thought comes naturally first to him without question, for reasons. Rhett calling him out on his mind going there and naming him "tumblr" was neither teasing exactly nor startlement at all. He was simply abdicating himself of this. He left Link alone on this. He did damage control by making Link the butt of the joke. It is very similar to Rhett's notoriously slipping and saying they were thinking about being in a relationship with one girl at the same time and Link doing damage control by mocking Rhett that that was what he was dreaming. It's the same thing, except Rhett slipped while I believe Link said that on purpose.

Okay, let’s go to the elephant in the room and the only thing that essentially matters in this whole project. Yeah I saw some people “entertain” the idea and bloody “happy wake up”, folks. I am talking about Link’s attempt to come out. To be fair, it was more than an attempt. And I am very calm about it because a) I have been expecting it for months now, as I have explained and b) Link did allude to it a few weeks ago during a GME promo. This is a fact that kills the speculation that “oh Link always says things he does not realise how they sound” and all that crap. A couple of weeks ago or something, while promoting GME, Link said that there might be an “emotional speech” by him that year and that it was a reason we should watch and support it. During the GME itself, there was a recurring reference to the possibility of Link eventually giving an emotional speech, with Rhett becoming very explicitly more and more opposed to it as time passed. Furthermore, in the GMM of Friday, Link was more loving and affectionate than typical, and because I watched it before GME, I suspected that Link had calculated in advance that by that time (post GME) he would be able to act more freely. Based on how things unfolded, it was evident that Link had already made his intention clear to Rhett and apparently the crew, which means the crew indeed knows a lot, if not everything. Rhett was definitely unhappy about it but Link promised he would keep it strictly about himself and Rhett did not have the power or right to prevent him from doing that. As the day actually came, Link was unsure whether he was ready enough to actually do it. It was unclear whether he would go through with this and Rhett hoped until the last moment that Link would eventually chicken out. The plan was for Link to allude to it in the aftershow mostly but because of his anxiety, instead of taking the initiative and starting the big talk, Link just blabbed it out at a point in the main show when he was countering Rhett in a relatively “light” moment. By countering Rhett exactly in the moment he was saying “he was not gay and not being gay was cool”, the impact of his statement was washed out by the act of countering a poorly phrased sentence but also taking advantage in a moment when his own statement would have the least consequences for Rhett since Rhett had just stated he’s not gay. Just like he had promised he wouldn’t involve Rhett in this.

In any case, everyone can try as hard as they want to “not assume” and to “not take out of context”, however Link’s statement was perfectly clear. He mildly scolded Rhett for misspeaking like “not being gay is cool” because “he was on a journey of his own regarding the exploration of himself and his identity” or however exactly he phrased it and “it took a lot of courage to do it”. Yeah, there are no alternative explanations. Whoever needs to deal with this will have to deal with this.

After that, Rhett became progressively more negative in the idea of Link saying more, so plainly that… well… he was downright verbalising it lol He told him to give up on his intentions for an emotional speech, he told him that “whatever it is, keep it to yourself”, he told him “maybe say it to your Uber driver on your way home but not here”. Like, how much clearer should they make all this? I honestly don’t think at this point if people keep acting like it never happened, it will be beneficial for Link. I think it might even feel invalidating, nullifying. He wants to come out, it’s Rhett that won’t let him.

But hey I don’t mean Rhett is a bad guy because his motive is not to oppress or torture Link. Rhett is simply highly aware of all the things that can go wrong in their situation and he’s got a point about that. Besides that, Link might have promised to keep this strictly about himself and not include Rhett, however I think Rhett knows that this is UNREALISTIC. If one of them comes out as attracted to men, and one 99% did already… essentially, people will eventually take it for granted for the other guy as well. Of course, “it doesn’t mean that just because he is attracted to men he is attracted to Rhett and blah blah blah” but honestly… if that’s your argument, listen to yourself. It’s possible, because all possibilities exist but it is the most IMPROBABLE possibility ever. What was the onset of Link’s sexuality exploration? A show? An actor? A friend he meets once a month and low-key doesn’t even care about? Or maybe the guy he has attached to his hip since childhood, shared girlfriends with, shared beds with, shared studies with and shared a living with? The guy he acts rabid for and the guy he teared up because he kissed through plexiglass and the guy he keeps getting on homo scenarios, initially accidentally and now “for the views”? The guy he abandoned his religion with? Besides, if you take into consideration both the coming out and then all the "Rhett is the funniest guy I know, I love him, my best friend etc" musings, it's not hard to put two and two together.

And here’s the thing; none of this is one-sided. Link did all this WITH Rhett, not for or due to Rhett. WITH. So Rhett knows that everyone with common sense and a good understanding of statistics will be able to tell that:

Link comes out as non-straight >>> Link loves Rhett >>> it is mutual >>> Rhett is not straight either.

Rhett did try to overcorrect the situation so much. I am not gay. It’s cool not being gay. I mean, it’s okay not being gay. My wife this, I did that to my wife. Fucking a vagina just hits differently. I ate out my wife. THANKS FOR SAYING I AM THE CUNNILINGUS CHAMPION.

The most Rhett implied was that apparently he could “make it work for science???” or something like that, even though he is not attracted to men. I found it interesting how this seems to agree with my speculations on how their relationship started - with Link coming out to him and probably tricking him into a purely “friends with benefits - no feelings attached” situation which Rhett hopelessly thought would be an easy peasy arrangement for his sex positive self - only for it to blow up on his face. All these can be perceived through the allegory of “We Dug A Medium sized Hole” but on other projects as well. It could even still be how Rhett genuinely feels - that Link is his exception in the rule, romantically at least. In any case, Rhett knows it’s a slippery slope. And he’s not ready for it at all. But we will see how Sextember goes. Is it going to be overcorrecting or will Link push through it a little more?

Their scripted videos show that there is an intention towards pushing, however Rhett or even both of them pull back whenever it threatens to become more serious. Link wasn’t bummed one bit at Rhett for preventing him to disclose more. I think a part of him was relieved from the pressure when Rhett took charge to instruct him to not go on with it.

Rhett was so painfully aware of everything. The aftershow was literally delayed because he had locked himself in the toilet checking reactions to the show. His personality is not at all ideal for so risky moves and it explains his dread apart from the factual very real dread of shooing away half the viewers and thus half the income, let alone half the family. You know, this is ultimately why I dislike GME. I suspected it but I think now I understand because they basically admitted it on the show themselves. GME, much like their scripted videos, is conditioning of the viewers. An evaluation of how much their viewers are eager to take. Making them used to it. They did these things and then asked the viewers whether it was not too much or too much. What’s the point of this? Your viewers paid for adult content (although that exceeded a typical No-porn/ no-sex mature show), why do you ask them if they can take it or not? They plainly admitted that they were taking this feedback into account. “We draw conclusions from it!” Yeah, they draw conclusions about how far they can go. Is their audience ready for an “what if we told you it’s all true”? Are their viewers willing to consider such imagery might be a real thing between them?

Ultimately though, they are not okay with being like that in front of viewers. Link was frustrated, not because what happened was gross, but because it put him in such a vulnerable position. What happened yesterday doesn’t differ much from a soft only fans situation, I will repeat. There was sexual stimulation of one friend to another. And secret lover. In front of thousands paying for it. Not everyone is made for this. Most people aren’t made for this actually. I am adamant that it is not healthy for them in specific and it would be much healthier to eventually decide whether they would like to keep their truth secret but safe forever or come out bravely knowing they might be sacrificing a lot of very important stuff in their lives but at least finally finding some inner peace. This thing now is slow burn torture without ever achieving closure. This is the reason I speak badly about GME. It is not comedy. It is comedy rooted in a very difficult, a bad situation that involves suffering. People have said before that I make this a bigger deal than it is. You are entitled to your opinion but from my side I also don’t think you are right.

Okay, I screwed this up. I said this wouldn’t be as negative. I am sorry. But whoever comes to my blog for my thoughts on this knows my feelings about it more or less. I can not gloss over it. They are real people. Their situation is real and it is a hard one. I believe they don’t know how to handle it. I don’t pretend to know better, I am just sensing the way they are taking might not be a good way. I wish the best for them, no matter what their choice is. When someone intoxicated tells you after the show he himself hosted that everything is a blur and that they don’t know how to feel about it and that they aren’t happy but they are happy for you being happy with it and that they aren’t willing to rewatch any of this, if that’s not a red flag the size of an elephant I don’t know what is.

#rhink #rhett and link #gme #gme 3 #gme3 #randl #r&l #negativity #brace yourselves for this #mythical #tw negativity #tw cholesterol #tw health mention #tw diet mention #anon #ask

[greg-montgomery]

Prob too little too late but soft hotch thots for your (and my) lonely self:

Cuddles with Aaron? I just think he'd be the best you know?? Esp the later seasons one? He's so big <3 and warm and safe <3 just looking at the gifs and i know I'd be safe with him?? Whether it's the world or my own thoughts that are being mean it doesn't matter? Because once he wraps himself around you nothing else matters except that he doesn't let go? He knows your mind calms down when he hugs you? So on especially bad days, he just makes sure he's wearing his softest t-shirt and you've got on your fav comfy pjs and just wraps you up??? Settles you on top of him, arms wrapped tight around your waist, your face buried in his neck?? With a blanket on top so it just feels like you're covered from all sides protected by this wonderful man? He uses his soft Jack voice to tell you all about the teams shenanigans? Makes sure to put on your fav scented candle? Strokes your hair, leaves gentle kisses on your forehead and just talks to you? Urges you to let the thoughts in your brain run out no matter how chaotic or silly they seem to you? Grips you tighter as you keep sharing? And when you're sleepy he turns around so you're tucked in his side, arms still wrapped tight and sleeps like that? Even though his arm is sire to get numb? Wakes you up the next morning with gentle kisses to your cheeks and nose and eyelids that make you giggle, your fav coffee and breakfast ready for you? Makes sure to spend atleast a couple of hours on top of you doing some v strenuous cardio so you can start the day right: with his name on your lips as he rails you into another planet and a massive smile on your face when he carries you to the shower?

Brb gonna Y E A R N

(@ravensmadreads)

you and aaron fr!!! ⬇️

this man fucking loves cuddles!!! and especially when he knows you need them??? he’s there to provide <333

he makes sure everything is perfect for you before you get to cuddling!! he makes you your favorite tea or hot chocolate…any hot beverage you love that makes you relax <3 he lays your favourite pjs on the bed so you can find them all clean and warm when you get home from work! and he also knows that what he’s wearing is also very important bc there is a serious cuddling session waiting for him ahead. so he chooses to wear his softest sweater!!

when you get home he takes you in his arms and gives you a forehead kiss immediately!! he makes sure you have been drinking your water and have eaten well!! if not - he’ll make sure you will!!

and when you’re all set, he lays on the bed and takes you with him 🥹 you’re like a blanket on top of him 🥰🥰 he runs his hands up and down your back, under your top…he kisses your hair…he tells you about the dirty words morgan and penelope exchanged in front of him that day that made him uncomfortable 🧍🏻 he tells you about the new facts spencer taught him that came up during their last case…he tells you about emily and how the team teased her about her recent date and what a failure it was…and suddenly you’re laughing, not even remembering about the things that made you sad in the first place <3

but if you wanna talk he’ll listen. and he’ll stay quiet if that’s what you want!! but if you want him to speak he’ll give you advice! bc he’s older and he knows better and sometimes he makes you see things from a different or more mature perspective <3 but he never fails to tell you about how much he loves you. how much you mean to him (the whole world). and how safe you are with him. he would never let anything happen to you!! you’re okay!! and you’ll always be okay!! he makes sure you know!

he plays with your hair and gives you so sooooo many kisses 🥰🥰 and he lets you play with his hair too and give him kisses and bite him and do anything your heart desires to him <33 and you fall asleep with a happy carefree smile on your face bc nothing makes you feel safer than your love’s arms 🥰🥰🥰

#aaron hotchner x reader #RAVEN THE END- #LMFAOOOOO i almost missed it #if everything else fails he’ll give you a few mind blowing orgasms #you can’t think of your problems when you’re too busy screaming his name or drooling around his cock 🥰🥰🥰 #he’s PERFECT isn’t he <3 #nsfw. #for the tags lmfaoo #raven 🖤 #ask

[em-prentiss]

amaranthine

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(adj.) undying, immortal; eternally beautiful (like his love for her)

Emily takes one of the bags from him and opens it, finding a grocery store’s worth of chocolates, hot chocolate mixes, and packets of mint tea. She feels tears well in her eyes when she spots multiple packets of Maltesers, her favorite chocolate that she always hoarded from Reid and Morgan.

“Aaron..” She hates that her voice is choked up with tears, because why the fuck is she crying anyways? Emily clears her throat and swallows tightly. “You didn’t have to.”

Or, Aaron takes care of Emily while she’s on her period.

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Emily wakes up with a throbbing low in her abdomen, her thighs on fire and her head pounding. She groans and wraps her arms tightly around herself, dreading the thought of getting out of bed.

At least Penelope hadn’t called with a case, she tells herself, but the thought brings her little comfort. She feels the bed dip as Sergio’s slight weight climbs on it, his tail in the air as he approaches.

“Hi Serg,” Emily mumbles, scratching behind his ears when he comes up to rub his face against hers, his purrs vibrating through her skin. “Did you come to cuddle with me, buddy?” She asks as he throws himself on her chest, his head tucked into her neck. Emily laughs lightly when she feels his whiskers tickle her skin. 

“Yeah, I need that today.” She whispers, closing her eyes and tucking her knees into her chest in an attempt to stifle the pain. 

The alarm rings minutes later. Emily winces and shuts it off. She strokes Sergio’s smooth fur, feeling his purrs in her chest, and curls on her side, squishing him between her and the pillow. He meows in protest and Emily huffs out a laugh.

“I really don’t wanna go to work today,” she tells the cat, the cramps in her stomach making her groan. “Screw all the serial killers,” she grumbles and hugs his warm body to hers, feeling his paws press into her arm. 

The alarm rings again and she slams the snooze button. “Besides, I went on a date with the boss. I think he can cut me some slack, don’t you?” She kisses Sergio’s furry forehead. Her eyes drift closed, the bright light of her room intensifying her headache. 

She’s breathing evenly into Sergio’s fur when the alarm blares again. Emily sighs and drags herself up, forcing herself to ignore the pain in her body. She looks down at her bed and groans.

“It’s gonna be a long fucking day.” She mutters as she shoos Sergio off the bed and strips off her bloodied sheets.

****

She hurries into the bullpen, desperate to sit down and ease the ache in her lower body. Morgan looks up at her when she dumps her things on her desk and sits down with a sigh. 

“Twenty minutes late, princess,” he grins at her. “Late night?”

“Not today, Derek.” Emily stuffs her head in her hands, the pounding in her head intensifying. Morgan frowns in concern, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Fine,” Emily mumbles, her voice muffled. She lifts her head and gives him a weary smile. “Just tired from last night’s case.”

He nods and leaves her alone as she turns on her computer and sighs at the stack of paperwork ahead of her. Emily looks up out of habit and smiles slightly at the sight of Aaron in his office, his head bent as he works on something. 

They’d had their first date just before this previous case. He got her flowers, specifically ones that wouldn’t hurt Sergio, and when he told her that with a flustered smile Emily felt herself fall impossibly deeper. She had kissed him to stop his rambling, linked their fingers together as he walked her to his car and opened the door for her. He got her ice cream after dinner, intimately aware of her sweet tooth, and Emily was left wondering if it was too soon for her to think about marriage.

She’d wanted so badly to push him into her apartment, have him take off her dress and press his lips to her skin. But she forced herself to say goodbye at the door, his chaste kiss sweet against her lips. She wanted to take it slow, to do it right. He wasn’t going to be a quick fuck for her and she wanted him to know that. 

Because she’s in love with him, has been for years. She’s pretty sure he’s in love with her too.

Emily is broken from her reverie when she hears JJ approaching, a steaming mug in her hands. Emily gives her friend a questioning look when she sets down the mug on her desk, the light color of the liquid telling her it’s some kind of herbal tea instead of coffee.

“You’ve got that first day period look about you,” JJ whispers. Emily smiles and picks up the tea, taking a sip and feeling the scalding liquid burn all the way down.

“That bad, huh?” She closes her eyes when JJ brushes her hair away from her forehead, her nails scratching lightly against Emily’s scalp. 

“You’re a little pale,” she murmurs. “Did you eat?”

Emily says nothing and picks up the tea again, avoiding her friend’s gaze. “Emily,” JJ sighs.

“I’ll eat in a bit,” she says, “the pain really blocks my appetite.” She scrunches her nose. 

JJ hums, all too familiar with the feeling. “I’d tell you to take some meds, but you need to eat for that.” She strokes her hair soothingly, making Emily lean into her touch.

“I will,” Emily smiles up at her. “When my stomach settles. This is helping by the way, thanks.” She tilts her head to the mug she’s now holding against her stomach, the heat of it seeping through her shirt.

“You’re welcome,” JJ squeezes her shoulder and heads to her own desk. 

Emily tips her head back and adjusts her grip on the mug in her hands, wishing she had something for her thighs too. And her head. And her sore breasts. 

She rubs her eyes and tries to start on her report. The words blur on the page in front of her and she blinks, trying to bring them back into focus. She sips her tea, hoping it’ll kick start her brain into writing something, but her head pounds incessantly, jumbling up the words in her head.

Her next sip of the tea brings a sudden nausea with it, the liquid sloshing around in her empty stomach with nothing else. Emily sets it down with a grimace. Fucking great.

She hears Morgan and Reid bickering behind her, hears JJ clacking away at her computer and Anderson talking louder than usual, his voice piercing her head. Emily blows out a breath and grabs her pen, forcing herself to look at her paperwork. She squints at the paper, the bright fluorescent lights of the bullpen like needles in her eyes.

Emily gives up and slumps on her desk with a groan, welcoming the darkness and the cool wood against her forehead. She crosses her arms tightly over her aching stomach, feeling the frustrating press of tears against her closed eyelids.

Aaron leaves his office in search of coffee and catches sight of Emily with her head on her desk, her hair shielding her face. He hurries down to her. “Emily?” He gently touches her shoulder.

Emily tilts her head up to look at him, too tired to lift it from the desk. “Aaron, hey.” She gives him a worn out smile. 

Her hair falls into her face and he tucks it behind her ear to see her properly. Aaron notes her crossed arms held tightly against her stomach, her nails digging into her biceps.

“Are you okay?” He asks worriedly, eyeing her pale skin and the bags under her eyes. “You look pale. Are you sick?” He presses the back of his hand against her forehead, but her skin is cool.

“I’m not,” she licks her lips. “I’ll be fine, my head just hurts a bit.”

‘A bit’ is a gross oversimplification, and from the look on his face, he knows it too. “Just your head?” He raises his brows, his eyes pointedly drifting down to her stomach.

“I’ll be fine, Aaron.” She lifts herself up against the chair. The light shines directly into her eyes and she winces, pressing her palm against her lids.

“Clearly,” he mutters, looking at her desk and the still empty paperwork and reports she has yet to fill out. “Go home, Emily. You can finish this tomorrow.”

“No,” she shakes her head adamantly despite the roiling in her stomach. “I’m fine, I just-” she shuts her eyes and blows out a shaky breath when she feels a sudden cramp in her abdomen, “I just need a minute.”

Aaron eyes her pale skin and the way she tightly grips her seat, her knuckles white. “Emily,” he crouches in front of her and waits until she opens her eyes. “Please. Go home or I’ll drive you myself.”

The sharp pain in her stomach almost makes her gasp. Emily bites her lip and looks down at her watch. “It’s only 11.” She protests weakly. Aaron shakes his head at her stubbornness, her pain clear in the way her face twists.

“You’re in pain, sweetheart,” he whispers, unable to stop himself from saying it. Her eyes widen slightly at the nickname.

“Please. Go home, take care of yourself. You can be here first thing tomorrow, I promise, but you’re not well now.” He’s using the same soft, soothing tone he uses whenever Jack is sick and refusing his medication, and it seems to have the same effect on Emily.

She wilts against the seat and nods. “Okay,” she relents, the relief obvious in her voice. 

Aaron smiles slightly and stands up. She doesn’t even have to pack anything, her purse still closed on her desk. Emily pockets her phone and stands, her hand reaching for Aaron’s elbow when she stumbles slightly. “Sorry,” she mumbles. 

“Shh, you’re okay,” he steadies her with a hand on her back. “Come on, I’ll walk with you.”

Emily doesn’t protest and allows him to walk her to the elevator. A part of her is surprised that he’s showing this side of him at work, uncaring of the team’s piercing gazes that she can feel following them all the way out of the bullpen.

The elevator door opens and she walks in. Aaron walks in with her too, ignoring her surprised look. “Are you sure you’ll be okay driving? I can take you,” he offers.

Emily smiles. She shakes her head, despite her aching body and the long drive ahead of her. “I’ll be fine. Thank you though.”

Aaron nods. “Drive safe.” He smiles at her gently. “Text me when you get home.”

“I will,” she lightly runs her fingers through his hair and pushes it away from his forehead. He involuntarily leans into her touch and Emily bites back a smile.

“Maybe I can come by later?” He whispers. Emily feels her body grow warm, a comforting glow that he always brings out in her. She smiles, momentarily distracted from the pain in her body.

“I won’t be much fun,” she gestures to herself with a shrug. The elevator stops and the doors slide open into the parking lot. 

“That’s just nonsense,” Aaron tilts her face down to kiss her forehead, his palms warm on her cheeks. “Be careful, Emily.”

“I will.” She stamps a quick kiss on his lips, her cheeks warm, and heads to her car. Aaron waits until she gets in before heading again to the sixth floor.

He walks back into the bullpen, past his team gathered at Reid’s desk, including Garcia. They smirk at him and he glares back.

“Not a word.” 

****

It’s late when she wakes up, the setting sun painting her apartment warm golden hues. She lays down on the couch, feeling the beginnings of a headache creep back into her head, and turns on the TV. Sergio meows for her and jumps up on her lap to curl on her stomach.

“Another nap?” Emily smiles as he blinks sleepily at her. “The one we just had wasn’t long enough?” She sinks her fingers into his fur and melts into the couch, spreading her body and sighing as she feels the faint throb in her stomach grow stronger.

Her phone rings. Emily picks it up and smiles at the caller ID. “Hi Aaron.”

“Hey, Em.” She hears the slam of the door as he gets into his car. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” she strokes Sergio’s soft nose, ignoring the pain slowly building up in her body. “Me and Serg had a long nap,” she tells him. Aaron smiles at that. 

“Are you coming over?” She asks.

“If you want me to.”

Emily bites her lip. Ridiculous as it is, she missed him since their date. The case was long and tiring and she barely got to see him, both of them too focused on solving it and getting home. “I want you to,” she whispers.

He smiles into the phone, warmth spreading through his body at her soft admission. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He murmurs. “I’ll be over in an hour.”

Emily doesn’t know how long it takes for him to arrive, but it feels like forever, time dragging by slowly as the pain builds up in her body again. She curls into herself, wishing she’d had the forethought of grabbing her heating pad before she sat down. Sergio cuddles into her chest, his purrs reverberating through her body, and Emily smiles.

“You’re the best, buddy,” she mumbles. She mindlessly watches TV, waiting for Aaron to arrive but also lamenting the fact that he’ll see her like this, weak and in pain. She almost regrets calling him over. Almost. 

The doorbell rings, making Sergio scramble upright and run to her room in hiding. Emily forces herself up, ignoring the pain in her body as she walks to the door. She opens it and smiles when she sees him, still dressed in his suit from work. “Hi.”

He smiles at her, a soft thing that makes her knees weak. “Hi, Em.”

“What’s all this?” She asks as she opens the door to let him in, her eyes on the bags in his hands. “Dinner,” he says. “And I stopped by the store.” 

Emily takes one of the bags from him and opens it, finding a grocery store’s worth of chocolates, hot chocolate mixes, and packets of mint tea. She feels tears well in her eyes when she spots multiple packets of Maltesers, her favorite chocolate that she always hoarded from Reid and Morgan.

“Aaron..” She hates that her voice is choked up with tears, because why the fuck is she crying anyways? Emily clears her throat and swallows tightly. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he assures, taking the bag from her and setting it down on the coffee table. He smiles gently at her and she turns away, embarrassment flooding her at the thought of him knowing she’s on her period.

“How did you know?” She asks quietly, her cheeks aflame. Was she that obvious? Emily crosses her arms over her chest, chewing on her lip.

Aaron shrugs. “You had a mug of tea instead of coffee this morning. You said your head hurt, and your eyes were sensitive to light.” He points to her crossed arms, “Your arms were held tightly against your stomach.”

Emily rolls her eyes, but her body heats at the thought of him paying so much attention to her. “I hate being profiled.” She grumbles.

He laughs lightly. “I wouldn’t call it profiling. I just recognized the signs,” Aaron muses. “I used to be married, you know,” he murmurs and tucks her hair behind her ear before he can stop himself.

She doesn’t know what makes her say it. Maybe it’s the soft look on his face, or the ache in her body desperately needing to be eased. Maybe it’s because she can finally let her guard down with him, because they’re actually allowed to do this now. “Can I have a hug?” She whispers.

Aaron smiles widely. “Of course,” he nods, and she immediately falls into him. His strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her close. Emily almost sighs at the warmth of his body against hers, the comforting scent of his cologne engulfing her.

“Thank you,” she says. She feels him press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Emily flushes again, “Sweetheart, huh?” She murmurs. “I like the s-”

She cuts off suddenly and tenses against him as a cramp rolls through her body, the pain making her clutch his shirt and bite her lips. Emily stuffs her face in his neck and breathes out shakily, “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong, Em?” Aaron rubs her back soothingly, the warmth of his palm seeping into her skin. She trembles in his arms and he frowns.

“Nothing,” Emily grunts. She feels her eyes grow watery at the stabbing pain in her abdomen. Emily curses under her breath and swallows tightly, shoving down a sob.

Aaron pulls back and cups her cheeks, gently forcing her to look at him. Her face is scrunched up in pain, her eyes shiny with tears she won’t let herself shed. His stomach twists unpleasantly. “Tell me, honey. Let me take care of you.”

He waits her out as she takes a deep breath and forces the tears down. “My stomach,” she says, her voice trembling, “and my head. And my whole body.” She laughs shakily, shaking her head at herself.

“Okay,” he nods, “let’s sit down,” he says when he notices her leaning her weight against him. Aaron helps her onto the couch and she sits down gratefully, her hands still holding on to his jacket. 

“Did you eat?” His gentle fingers tuck her hair behind her ear and linger on her jaw. Emily leans into it, chasing the unfamiliar feeling.

“When I came back,” she mumbles.

Aaron hums. “That was a long time ago. How about we eat now and you can take some painkillers after?” He suggests, his thumbs gently wandering over her skin. “Do you have any pills you can take?”

Emily nods. “Okay,” Aaron says. “Stay here, I’ll get the plates.”

She lets go of him reluctantly, immediately regretting it when cold air replaces the warmth of his body. Emily wraps her arms around herself as he moves to the kitchen. She feels herself relax at the sound of his footsteps, the closing and opening of the kitchen drawers as he searches for plates strangely soothing. 

He comes back into the living room with several bottles of water cradled in his arms. Emily raises her brows when he drops them next to her on the couch. 

“I’m 90% sure you haven’t drunk anything other than that tea this morning,” he says and she rolls her eyes, because he’s right. She’d always depended on coffee for her hydration, something that annoyed him endlessly, making him always send bottles of water her way. He presses one into her hands. “Drink up.”

“Yes, doc,” she mumbles and uncaps the water, gulping it down while he takes out the takeout boxes and plates their food. Emily’s stomach rumbles at the smell of Italian, and she eagerly accepts the plate he hands her.

“Thank you,” she says before she shovels pasta into her mouth, the heat of the food as it goes down a welcome change from the heat of the pain in her body.

“You’re welcome.” Aaron removes his tie and jacket, neatly folding them over the couch before sitting down next to her. Emily leans into his side and they aimlessly watch TV as they eat, talking softly and catching up before Emily tenses against him again, another cramp making her breathless.

Aaron takes the plate from her hands and sets it on the coffee table. “You ate enough to take the meds now,” he murmurs. Emily grits her teeth and nods, moving off the couch to go get them. He gently pushes her back against the cushions. “Stay, I’ll get them. Where are they?”

She can’t deny the relief she feels. “Medicine cabinet in the bathroom,” she smiles weakly at him. “It’s a pink box.” 

Aaron nods and goes into her ensuite bathroom to grab it. On the way out of it he sees a heating pad on her bed and tucks it under his arm before he can think too much about it.

Emily perks up when she sees the heating pad. “You read my mind,” she smiles, extending her hand for it. Aaron smiles too. He gives it to her and sits down next to her again, handing her the pills after she settles it across her thighs.

“That’s much better,” she sighs after she takes the medicine, the warmth of the heating pad seeping through her body. She turns to him. “Thank you, Aaron,” she smiles at him, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

Aaron’s heart flutters in his chest, her light touches setting him on fire. He pulls back and kisses her forehead, the affection as easy as breathing. “You’re welcome, Emily. Is there anything else you need?” He asks. “What usually makes you feel better?”

She smiles at the simple question, something about it making her stomach flip. He’s looking at her so intently, focused on her every need, eyes honey-like and soft, and she has to bite her lip to physically stop herself from professing her love for him.

“Tea is good,” she says softly. “Usually I’m fine after I take the pills. This heating pad helps too,” she tells him, and he nods.

“Do you want some? Tea, hot chocolate? I got you a pack of each.”

Emily can’t stop herself this time. She throws her arms around his neck and presses her body into his until she’s halfway on his lap. “I know,” she whispers into his neck. “Thank you, baby.”

It slips out without her permission. Emily tenses against him suddenly, glad she’s faced away from him. She cringes as he stills for a moment, but then he moves again.

Aaron’s cheeks heat. She said it so softly, so gently, the term of endearment falling from her lips like the sweetest candy. He smiles gently. Emily stiffens against him and he rubs his hand over her back, his heart fluttering. “You’re welcome, baby.” He holds her tighter and turns to press a kiss against her hair, her face hidden from him.

Emily pulls back to look at him, her cheeks pink. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out,” she nervously plays with the sleeves of her shirt. “If it ma-”

Aaron silences her with a kiss, his hands gentle on her cheeks. “I don’t mind, Emily,” he murmurs when he pulls back, his eyes locking on her dark ones. “I like it.” He smiles, his dimples showing. She presses her thumbs into them.

“You do?” She asks uncertainly as she traces the divots beneath her fingers. 

“I do, sweetheart,” he stamps another kiss against her lips. “Now, tea or hot chocolate?” He smiles at her. Emily smiles back, her hesitation fading. “Hot chocolate.”

“Okay.” He gently removes her from his lap, his hands strong on her waist. “I’ll be right back.” He sets her back against the couch and hands her another bottle of water as he stands. “Drink this, please.”

Emily rolls her eyes but she obliges. She stifles the urge to follow him into the kitchen and stretches her tired body instead, bringing the heating pad up to her stomach. Her throbbing head has eased some, but the dull ache is still there, low in her abdomen. Emily closes her eyes and groans in discomfort when she feels a sharp stab in her back.

“What?” Aaron asks as he sets her mug down on the table. Emily opens her eyes and huffs, “My back is acting up,” she grumbles. “And my stomach. I’ve only got one damn heating pad.”

Aaron smiles, even though he knows he shouldn’t. “What?” Emily narrows her eyes at him.

He laughs. “I think I can help you with that.” He holds out his hands for her. Emily looks at him curiously and accepts them, letting him pull her up. She raises her brows in bewilderment when he sits down on the couch, legs spread out in front of him, his back against the armrest.

“You made me get up just so you could sit down?”

He rolls his eyes and grabs her hand, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch. “Sit,” he pats his lap. 

Emily flushes. Aaron Hotchner, her boss, the man she’s practically in love with, is inviting her to sit on his lap. She’s not shy about affection, she never has been, but something about him makes her stammer.

“Um,” she hesitates, her widened eyes meeting his. Aaron laughs and squeezes her hand. “Sit, Emily. I won’t bite.”

She sits gingerly. Aaron places his hands on her waist, adjusting her properly so that her back is firm against his chest. “This is definitely a third date activity,” he hears her mumble.

She hears him laugh, right against her ear, the sound warm and soothing. It makes her smile, lean back further against his chest and relax. “You’re acting like we didn’t make out in my car,” he teases.

“That’s different,” she says, but she doesn’t elaborate. Aaron hums. “If you say so. Are you comfortable?”

Comfortable is an understatement. His warmth engulfs her completely, from her shoulders to her toes. His arms are gentle around her waist, and she feels the rise and fall of his chest with each exhale.

“Yeah.” Emily says.

“Good,” he kisses her temple. He grabs the heating pad and gently eases her forward to slip it between their bodies. Emily sighs immediately, the warmth sinking into her bones and soothing her muscles. 

“That’s perfect,” she mumbles, then winces as a cramp hits her. “Just my stomach now,” she tells him. A part of her is surprised at how easily she’s admitting it to him. She’s never liked showing weakness, never liked letting people dote over her. But from him, she craves it.

Aaron’s palms rest lightly on her stomach. “Is it okay if I put my hands under your shirt?” He asks.

Emily laughs, partly in shock. “Wow, feeling me up already? That’s definitely a fourth date activity,” she teases. “You’re certainly more forward than I’d expected, Agent Hotchner.”

“Not like that,” he chides gently. “On your stomach, I mean. I’ve been told I’m the equivalent of a human furnace.” He smiles fondly at the memory of Haley saying that to him as she snuggled into him to ward off the cold. Aaron swallows, expecting to find the familiar lump in the back of his throat at the thought of her, but it’s not there.

“Only if you want me to, Emily.” He assures when she stays silent, contemplating. “I won’t do it if it makes you uncomfortable, I just want to help you feel better.”

They’d touched before, roaming hands wandering over each other’s bodies, desperate and learning as they kissed. But always over clothes; her fingers desperately fisting his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin even through the fabric, his palms searching over the thick material of her jackets. Emily can’t deny wanting to feel his skin against hers.

“Okay,” she says, her voice hushed and soft but sure. Aaron nods and slides his hands under the hem of her shirt, lightly cupping her stomach.

“Oh my god.” Emily holds back a gasp. His palms are huge, radiating warmth as if he’d just stuck them in front of a fire. She slumps against his chest, feeling the pain in her abdomen already beginning to fade at the heat from his hands. “Jesus,” she breathes, surrounded by warmth, the tension leaking from her shoulders. “Human furnace is right.”

Aaron smiles against her neck. “Haley always said this helped.”

“She was onto something,” Emily sighs and lets her head fall back against his shoulder. Aaron kisses her forehead, “Better?”

“So much better,” she hums. She leans forward to grab the remote from the couch, channel surfing until she finds a random movie that they keep as background noise as they talk, continuing conversations that were cut short in their date. They don’t know how much time passes by as they sit and chat, just enjoying each other’s company.

Aaron suddenly remembers her hot chocolate. “Your hot chocolate’s probably cold by now,” he laughs lightly.

Emily smiles up at him. “That’s okay. I’m warm enough,” she presses a kiss to his jaw, a silent thanks for his hands still on her body. 

He’s telling her about Jack and his new obsession with dinosaurs, the way his son forces him to watch Jurassic Park nearly every weekend. Emily smiles at the way his eyes light up as he smiles, his dimples deep in his cheeks. She suddenly realizes he’s wasting precious time with his son just to be with her.

“Thank you, Aaron,” Emily says abruptly, cutting him off. “For what, sweetheart?” He smiles at her, gently tucking her dark hair behind her ear.

Emily shrugs. “For being here with me.” She hasn’t said it yet, and neither has he, but tonight he made her feel nothing but loved. It sinks into her bones, just as tangibly as the heat flowing from his body and into hers. “For taking care of me,” she whispers, afraid if she’ll raise her voice any higher it’ll crack. No one’s ever done it before.

She’s always been alone. Always depended on herself and no one else, picking herself up from the ground and looking after herself, her body. Having someone else do it for a change should feel strange, but it doesn’t, because it’s him. Even before he’d always take care of her; subtly, wordlessly. Placing a bottle of water next to her elbow, switching her coffee for decaf when she’s too restless.

Her eyes are misty and she tries to blink away the tears, force them down before he sees them. Aaron gently cups her face. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Emily,” he says quietly. “I’ll always take care of you,” he wipes away a tear that escapes from the corner of her eye. He kisses her forehead, swallows down the three little words he so desperately wants to say. “Thank you for letting me.”

How very Aaron Hotchner of him; to thank her when he’s the one that should be thanked. Emily smiles and kisses him gently, letting him hug her to his chest. Her eyes are still glassy when he pulls back. Aaron doesn’t like that, so he tells her more stories of Jack to make her laugh, and he smiles when she does, her body jostling his.

She tries to stay awake after that, but she’s so warm and comfortable, the pain finally leaving her body, Aaron’s hands and the medicine finally kicking in. Emily tries to listen to him as he talks, she really does, but his rich, soothing voice only lulls her further into sleep. 

“Em?” Aaron whispers, his question going unanswered twice. He shifts to look down at her, smiling when he finds her asleep. “Emily,” he gently rubs her arm, waking her up.

“Hm?” She mumbles drowsily, shifting to curl sideways on his lap, her ear pressed against his chest. “You should sleep in your bed, sweetheart,” he murmurs, easing the heating pad from under her body and throwing it over the couch.

“In a minute.” She slurs. Aaron wraps an arm tight around her shoulders, another one slotted under her knees, and carefully stands up, carrying her in his arms. She doesn’t stir as he takes her to her room and sets her down on her bed, tucking the blanket around her. A streaky black ball jumps on the bed and curls next to her on top of the covers.

Aaron smiles. “Hi Serg.” He lightly pets him before going back to the living room, clearing away the dishes and tidying up the small mess they made. He turns off the TV and grabs a bottle of water that he sets on Emily’s nightstand.

“Aaron?” She mumbles, her eyes opening just enough for her to see his blurry silhouette. 

“Shh, Em, go back to sleep.” He kisses her forehead. “I’m going home now but I’ll see you tomorrow if you’re feeling better, okay?”

“Kay,” she yawns and adjusts the blanket over her ear. “Love you,” she whispers, so low he almost doesn’t hear it. But he does.

Aaron holds his breath, his heart racing. She stills, already asleep, the sound of her even breaths filling the quiet room. Aaron smiles, so wide his cheeks ache. He gently kisses her temple, careful not to disturb her. “I love you too.” He murmurs into her hair.

He thinks about it on the way home, as he’s getting ready for bed, while he’s taking out his suit for the next morning. It’s on the tip of his tongue when she walks in a few minutes late the next day with a sheepish smile on her lips. He wants so badly to say it again, but he waits for her. 

He almost begins to lose hope, almost says it first himself when she admits it, chewing nervously on her lips as if she expects him not to say it back.

She’s dead wrong, and he proves it to her.

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #criminal minds #aaron x emily

[notstilinski]

Beach Read Starters !

Taken from the 2020 novel by Emily Henry, Beach Read! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! 

“How is it? Is there a sex dungeon?”

“So wise. So deep.”

“What will you do if you realize you’ve fallen in love with a ghost?”

“No way. Blow jobs are for major holidays. What you’ve got on your hands is a good old-fashioned foot job pro quo.”

“What’s disturbing about foot jobs as a form of currency?”

“Could you turn off your sad-boy-angsting playlist?”

“Let me guess: Everyone lives happily ever after. Again.”

“Offending you. One syllable. ‘Ah.’ Pretty impressive.”

“My weird ass neighbor was blasting his crying soundtrack all night.”

“Seeing them out in the wild after all this time was horrifying.”

“No, (Name), I’m not talking about sex stuff.”

“The trick to sobering up is… donuts.”

“How do you know your Googling me wouldn’t be even more amusing g to me?”

“How do you know I won’t keep answering your questions with other questions until we both die?”

“You have a hard time… reading happy endings?“

“Are you honestly saying you don’t believe in love?”

“Sure, love happens. But it’s better to be realistic so shit’s not constantly blowing up in your face. And love is way more likely to blow up in your face than to bring eternal happiness. And if it doesn’t hurt you, then you’re the one hurting someone else.”

“I’m not asking you to tell me. I just… I don’t know. It’s weird to see you like this.”

“Oh my God! Are you slightly misquoting A Walk to Remember at me?”

“Life is meaningless, (Name). Gaze into the abyss.”

“Be honest… Did you bring me here to murder me?”

“This one of your murder spots?”

“I refuse to answer that on the grounds that you might take it from me.”

“You just too me on the worlds most depressing date. The least you could do is tell me a single thing about yourself, and why all this stuff matters to you.”

“Why? Part of your dark, mysterious past?”

“But you were in love with him.”

“It’s okay he dumped me in a hot tub.”

“You can just give me three dollars when I take you home, and then if I ever find out I need an organ, we can circle back.”

“I love seeing where you get your admirable qualities from.”

“It didn’t feel like a lie. Maybe a complicated truth, but not a lie.”

“Life is like us like a box of chocolates. You really don’t know what you’re eating and the chocolate map on the lid is fucking always wrong.”

“If you’re a beard, I’m a bird.”

“Do you feel like your mom just dropped us off here before homecoming?”

“It’s shit like this that makes it impossible for me to believe in happy endings. You never get the paper umbrellas you were promised in this world.”

“There’s nothing to loathe about your face.”

“I HATE falling in love. It’s always ruining my bad boy reputation.”

“You know, as private as they are, I have to pull a lot from context out of our conversations. But yes, I’ve gathered the clues that you two have formed a friendship.”

“She left them on their birthday?”

“I think some things are… inevitable.”

“I brought these in case you’re taking me to a Texan church service.”

“This has been an exact recurring nightmare I’m only just realizing was actually a premonition.”

“You honestly have to write me into your will for this.”

“Happy endings don’t happen to everyone. There’s nothing you can do to make someone keep loving you.”

“I want to know you.”

“I’ve never thought you were stupid.”

“I thought—think it’s grace to believe in love. I mean, the lasting kind. To try for that, even knowing it can hurt you.”

“Not believing in something doesn’t stop you from wanting it. If you’re not careful.”

“I remember. A historic moment in our friendship.”

“I told you I wanted you to know me. You can ask me anything you want.”

“I saw that with my parents, you know? This black hole and this bright light he was always just trying to swallow while.”

“It didn’t overwhelm you to watch them sleep.”

“Like being right mattered less than being… okay.”

“Really? Because in winter, I’d just prefer to be dead.”

“(Name) likes to say I was never a kid.”

“I am, though. I am angry and messed up, and every time I try to get closer to you, it’s like all these warning bells go off and I try to act like a normal person, but I can’t.”

“I thought you understood that there’s no such thing as a normal person.”

“Stop it. You’re not going to break me, (Name).”

“I do, you know. Care about you.”

“That’s you’re right, as an American citizen.”

And again, I’m seventeen in that picture. Please stop objectifying child me.”

“It seemed too crass to invite you to my aunts house and then bring up your ass.”

“Are you praying to me, (Name).”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, like the sun.”

“I really didn’t show up to your sex dungeon to seduce you.”

“I’ll make my getaway and leave you behind if I have to.”

“What? Fun? Are you afraid it’s contagious?”

“Come here to ponder your own morality?”

“I want to be your perfect fucking Fabio, (Name), but I can’t. I’m not.”

“It just means I also want you to be happy, and I’m scared I could never be the person who could give you that.”

“Then let me be happy with you, (Name).”

“I can’t wait to visit and watch him be completely smitten with you.”

“I mean, I hope it was partially an elaborate ruse to sleep with me.”

“I never wanted you to see the world like I see it.”

“When you love someone… You want to make the world look different for them. To give all the ugly stuff meaning, and to amplify the good. That’s what you do.”

“If you can learn to dance in the rain then I can stare the ugly things down.”

“I don’t care if you’re a complete person.”

“The good news is your skin looks like a newborn baby’s. What have you been eating here?”

“What’s wrong with these pants? These are my official uniform now, on account of I’ve officially given up.”

“I both love and hate falling in love.”

“Are we being ax-murdered?”

“It’s not the promise that matters. It’s that I told you.“

“Fine. I can’t know if. But I believe it. I see it. Let me prove I’m right. Let me prove I can love you forever.”

“What is we don’t get our happy ending, (Name)?”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #starter sentences #ask meme #ask prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts #novel sentence starters #this book was exactly the cheesy and fun book i needed pls ... #also if u still see the slashes for italics ... no u don't

[girlinwoods]

{{The memories}}

ex husband jungkook x reader

I entered in a small restaurant while searching for my best friend who came from USA as she waved at me from the corner ... As i reached at her table

" hey y/n!!"

" hey Emily" i quickly went to hug her tightly

" I missed you so much y/n!"

" me too !! And you didn't even invite me in your wedding I am still mad at you"

" yah sorry please i didn't invite anyone just our parents and no one else because we didn't get any time"

" okay then treat by you then !! And where is your husband tho?"

" first sit down okay! And ofcourse today's my treat and jungkook he's kinda busy but will be here in minutes "....

Jungkook..?? I thought to myself i mean there are thousands of people with name jungkook

After 10 minutes as we were chatting a man came in black hoodie with baggy black jeans.... i couldn't see his face as he was wearing a black mask too but he straight went to my bestie and kissed her forehead before making eye contact with me as i slightly bow at him

" don't be formal y/n and meet my husband Jeon jungkook "

Jungkook?? ....i wonder is that.....him ..? It can't be right?

" oh and I am.. going to order something . ....for kook i think black coffee and for you y/n a hot chocolate ? "

On which i nodded and started scrolling my phone

" y/n you didn't change..."

I looked up in shock but didn't show any expression

" hmm" i simply replied

" still so beautiful... even after year's you didn't change...."

I didn't give any attention to him

" fuck....I see...now you don't follow any rules now a days wearing short clothes and make up...hmm wonder how you got so much courage to do that love"

I was shaking but didn't said anything but my heart was beating fast as my best friend came with our order

" so y/n i know you are mad at me but really i didn't invite anyone"

" i-its all right"

" are you okay y/n ? You are shaking"

" yea i am" i said and take a sip from my drink

" you know y/n jungkook is my every thing he always show me love in every form and he's just perfect for me"

Jungkook kept staring at me or more like keep making me uncomfortable

" y/n i know your ex was a bitch but remember there is plenty of fish in the water"

" yeah y/n " jungkook said in a fake concern more like a mocking tone

#yandere jungguk #bts ffs #jungkookff

[roosterforme]

emily! the hazelnut coffee club has officially overtaken my brain! i cannot stop thinking about what all the different roosters and OCs would order.

for example, i just feel in my bones that beer boy would order something completely unhinged - mayhaps a caramel ribbon crunch with like 6 shots of espresso? this of course made more unhinged in contrast by sugar getting something simple and classy, like a cortado.

would love to know your take on this topic, my barista brain has not stopped whirring all night. also genuinely curious what your go-to is?

The Hazelnut Coffee Club (HCC) is so important to me now that you said you can definitely see DadBrad drinking hazelnut coffee in The Younger Kind LOL. Okay, so here's a rundown of everybody's coffee order in my Bradley series fics...

Roo and BG universe: Roo drinks black coffee. He's a simple man, and he can't really taste the difference between Nespresso and Maxwell House. Baby Girl likes coffee with cream and sugar, and she is a lot pickier about which brands she drinks (Starbucks Blonde Roast.)

Beer Boy/Man and Sugar universe: Beer Boy is a bit of an extremist when it comes to coffee. He's just as likely to order a black coffee as he is to order a venti upside down iced caramel macchiato with cold foam and extra caramel drizzle. Sugar ironically does not take sugar in her coffee (BB says she's sweet enough) and just adds cream.

Coach and Kitten in Batting Practice: Coach likes all kinds of coffee, but he's going to order a flavored iced latte each time, and he doesn't give a fuck what you think about it. Kitten actually prefers hot tea and iced tea, but she's always hesitant to tell people that. If she does order a coffee, it's a white chocolate mocha with so much sweetener, it just tastes like hot chocolate.

Daddy and Babysitter (nickname coming soon) in The Younger Kind: Daddy loves his hazelnut creamer, and he uses a lot of it. He buys it in the big jug, because he rarely has time to go grocery shopping, and that's his one luxury item. His babysitter loves French vanilla. French vanilla lattes are definitely her drink of choice.

What do you guys think?

#if you ask emily #hazelnut coffee club

[boozles]

Boozle's Top Ten Movies 2023

So, this was another list in my 2023 review that was super difficult to put together. According to my Letterboxd 2023 list, I watched 178 new movies this year. (Looking at all the dramas and movies I've watched, I honestly do not know where I found the time to consume so much content?! Working from home has its plus side, I guess?)

So, it's been a bit difficult to narrow my list of favourites down, but this is what I ended up with...

(i) Barabarian (2022, Dir. Zch Cregger) This film was NOTHING like what I thought it was going to be. Split into three tales that merge together to tell the story of one house and it's history, this movie managed to surprise me and be unpredictable at each turn.

(ii) The Outlaws (2017, Dir. Kang Yun-sung) This is the first movie in The Roundup series (the fourth movie is due out in 2024) and I have to say this is my favourite Korean action franchise. Ma Dong Seok is perfect, and the action sequences are mind blowing. It has the perfect balance of crime, action and comedy, and is a definite recommendation if you're looking for a good Asian crime movie.

(iii) Evil Dead Rise (2023, Dir. Lee Cronin) I absolutely love the Evil Dead franchise, and I had initially been a little wary at this sequel due to the fact they were taking the deadite insanity into an apartment block instead of the usual little cottage in the woods. I am so glad I was wrong, because this movie was probably the best horror to come out of 2023. The cast were amazing (Morgan Davies was a stand out) and it managed to feel like an Evil Dead film but with a fresh perspective.

(iv) Dark Harvest (2023, Dir. David Slade) Okay, I couldn't find a gif from the movie so y'all will have to make do with this still image. Now, I fully expected Dark Harvest to be a lame b-movie with terrible effects and a lame storyline, but I thoroughly enjoyed it! It managed to keep me captivated, and it was extremely aesthetically pleasing. I'd love a sequel with Emily returning to town.

(v) Five Nights at Freddy's (2023, Dir. Emma Tammi) Gosh, I was so happy when I enjoyed this! I am a huge FNAF fan (though for a while I kept it on the downlow due to Cawthon's support of Trump/the Republican party) and I adore the lore, as wild and complicated as it is. The movie really managed to keep me captivated, and kept me guessing, whilst still staying true to the original canon. I cannot wait for the second installment.

(vi) Guns Akimbo (2019, Dir. Jason Lei Howden) This was a wild and fantastic film. I love watching Daniel Radcliffe get further and further away from the HP movies and prove that he's a great actor. Also, I just love Samara Weaving.

(vii) The Meg 2: The Trench (2023, Ben Wheatley) Yeah, I'm surprised to see this on my list, too. This movie was just so much fun. That's all. The effects were great, the acting was pretty good, and I just like watching sharks take out humans. IF YOU DON'T WANT EATEN BY A SEA CREATURE, STAY OUT OF THE SEA.

(viii) Ichi the Killer (2001, Dir. Takashi Miike) I don't know why it took me over 20 years to finally watch this classic, but I ended up thoroughly enjoying it! The acting was insane, the story was batshit crazy, and the effects were fantastic. I'd expect nothing less from Takashi Miike, tbh.

(ix) Salo, or 120 Days of Sodom (1975, Dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini) Okay, hear me out - was this one of my favourite movies of the year? No, it really wasn't. However, it's the movie that has probably left the biggest scar on my mental psyche of the year, therefore I had to include it. I've been fascinated by Marquis De Sade ever since I saw Quills years ago, but I never watched this movie because I knew it would do something to my brain. If you've seen the movie (or even read the book), I'm sure you understand what I mean when I saw one chapter in particular REALLY fucked me up to the point I couldn't eat chocolate for quite some time afterwards, and I struggle to not throw up when cleaning my cat's litter box these days. It takes a lot for a movie to scar me in a way that makes it pop into my mind every now and then, and this movie did that. However, I'd like to add that the point of the film isn't just to shock, but I am terrible at witing coherent analysis. If you haven't seen this movie, I would suggest doing a little research before watching, just to make sure you can handle it; it is full of triggers that I don't even want to mention because I'll probably get blacklisted. But yes. Whilst it may not be a favourite of the year, it sure left a huge impact on me.

(x) Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022, Dir. Daniel Scheinert, Daniel Kwan) I think everyone loves this movie, but I was surprised at how much I loved it! The whole message of the movie is just so brutal and honest, and whilst I know that it's probably people of Asian heritage that can relate to it the most, I feel like we all can find something in the relationships that we can relate to. The cast were fantastic and I'm so glad to see Ke Huy Quan on screen again! Heartwarming, sad, and absolutely hilarious.

Honorary Mentions: (i) Midnight (2021, Dir. Kwon Oh-seung) (ii) Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum (2018, Dir. Jung Bum-shik) (iii) Glass Onion (2022, Dir. Rian Johnson) (iv) The Night House (2020, Dir. David Bruckner) (v) I Saw the Devil (2010, Dir. Kim Jee-woon)

#barbarian #2023 top ten list #salo #120 days of sodom #ichi the killer #the outlaws #the roundup #the meg 2 #dark harvest #guns akimbo #midnight #gonjiam haunted asylum #glass onion #the night house #I saw the devil #everything everywhere all at once #five nights at freddy's spoilers #fnaf #meg 2: the trench #movie

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

In Heat: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses." - George Bernard Shaw

The night is young, you and Spencer have nowhere to be, the chocolate fondue is at a warm temperature, and nothing can spoil this evening. You reach down and take a strawberry before coating it with the chocolate. Spencer keeps his eyes on you, even when you move the messy treat to his lips.

The chocolate drips onto his skin, but he doesn't seem to mind. He takes the berry in his mouth, biting the tip of it off.

"Let me get that for you," you whisper.

You grab his hand and bring it to your mouth, poking your tongue out to lick up every drop of chocolate. It's his turn now, and he grabs one of the bigger strawberries before sticking it into the fondue fountain. He pulls you in by your neck gently before tipping your head back so you're staring at the ceiling.

He brings the treat to your mouth, but lets the chocolate drip onto the expanse of your neck. You giggle but take the berry into your mouth. He sets down the half-eaten treat before placing his lips onto your neck.

He slides his tongue along your skin, collecting the drops of chocolate. Your eyes close and your breathing picks up, but he doesn't stop there. He sucks a section of your skin, cleaning the area with his tongue.

"Fuck," you moan.

He sucks hard enough to leave behind a mark, and you know you'll wear that proudly for your friends to see. Spencer is a different person behind closed doors, and you love that you're the only one who sees it.

Spencer kisses up your neck to your jaw when both your phones ring. You know exactly who that is and why they're messaging, but that doesn't mean you have to like it any less.

"We need to go in," you sigh.

Spencer kisses to your lips, taking five seconds to enjoy your presence.

"Let's go, then."

It takes you longer to get ready because you can't stop thinking of Spencer's lips on you, but you two manage to make it to work just fine. JJ and Emily meet you by your desk with folders in JJ's hands, and she smirks when she spots the mark on your neck.

"Nice mark," Emily snickers.

"Is that, chocolate?" JJ wonders.

Spencer must have forgotten a drop or two. You reach up and touch the sore spot, easily finding the sweet substance. You wipe it clean before pulling your collar up to hide the mark. Okay, you're proud to wear the mark, but you're still not used to the teasing from your friends.

"Sorry to interrupt your evening," JJ says.

"People need us. Let's go."

You three along with Spencer and Derek head to the briefing room to meet Rossi and Hotch. Once everyone is seated, JJ passes out the folders and begins the briefing.

"Charles Luvet was found floating in a Miami marina last night. Local ME thinks that he was only in the water for about an hour."

"Was there any attempt to weigh the body down?"

"Doesn't appear to be. He's the third victim found in Miami over the last two months. Though the locations of the bodies are different, many of the elements are the same--all males, twenty-five to thirty-five, all traveling, and all asphyxiated with no signs of sexual assault."

"They could be simple robberies for tourists," you suggest.

"There are personal items missing from each of the bodies."

The door to the conference room opens and Penelope rushes in with a guilty look on her face.

"I'm so sorry. Alarm, sir. I overslept. I'm so sorry."

"Everyone's allowed to be late... once," Hotch smirks.

"Did they notice the red flag on the autopsy report?" Rossi asks as he flips through the case file. "None of the hyoid bones were fractured. There are no visual signs of trauma and no ligature marks. Yet, the unsub still managed to asphyxiate grown men."

"Maybe with a chokehold. It wouldn't leave any signs of trauma," Derek suggests.

"It would also be a way of controlling a male," Spencer points out. "A powerful grip from behind gives the unsub all the leverage. None of these victims look out-of-shape or easy to control. In fact, they all look remarkably fit."

"Well, as I said, the recovery locations are very different. Charles Luvet was found in the water, Daniel Brown was partially buried in the shallow sand dune, and Paul Hayes was stuffed into a dumpster."

"That's not much of an effort to hide any of them."

"Miami PD is asking for our help, considering there are currently four other men missing that match this victimology."

"I can dig up what I can on the victims from their hometowns," Penelope offers.

"Miami is a mecca for potential targets, and anyone traveling is more vulnerable than they normally would be, which makes sense since Charlies is a vacationing cop."

Out of all the places you've been in the United States, you've never actually been to Florida. Maybe you passed through when traveling or stopped somewhere close to the border, but that's about it. Miami is one of the most populated areas in Florida, yet, you've never stopped by there whenever you had a chance.

It's definitely grown over the past few years, and because of the growing population, it grew a lot hotter than normal. All the added pollution and bodies adds to the heat produced every single year. Not to mention the humidity when you arrive. It's very hot and sticky... and not the good kind.

"Is it always this hot?" Spencer complains.

"Every day, all day," Derek smirks and eyes a couple of girls who walk past them.

Your entire team is at South Beach waiting for one of the detectives to meet you and introduce you to the case. The beach is crowded with families, couples, singles, and everyone else in between just looking to have a good time in the sun.

"You must be the FBI," you hear a woman say with a Spanish accent. You turn to see a short but gorgeous Latina woman greet JJ who approaches her. "I'm Detective Lopez with Miami PD."

"Oh, um, Morgan... Derek," Derek smirks and shakes her hand.

"Tina." She knows he's flirting, but she'll have time for that later. "Thank you for coming down so quickly."

"I'm agent Jaraeu or JJ. We spoke on the phone. These are agents Hotchner, Prentiss, Rossi, Derek, Y/N, and Dr. Reid."

"Well, I hope there's no test because I'm lousy with names," Tina laughs.

You look behind her and see Will Lamontange Jr. exits out of a police car. You didn't know he was going to be out here helping on this case, but the more the merrier. Your eyes shift to JJ knowingly because unbeknownst to her, you know her little secret... Everyone does.

"Detective Lamontagne just arrived from New Orleans to ID the cop they pulled from the bay last night," Tina says.

When JJ sees her lover, she tries to keep her reaction normal, but you know she is glad to have him here. She's been seeing him ever since the case in New Orleans last year, but she hasn't come out publicly about it. She's shy, and you're just giving her some space.

"Detective, it's good to see you," she keeps things professional.

Confusion spreads across Will's face, but he brushes that aside for right now.

"Charlie Luvet and I worked together for seven years. We haven't formally ID'd him yet, but we believe it's him."

"We're sorry for your loss," you sigh.

"So, do you all know each other?" Tina asks.

"Professionally," JJ is quick to answer.

Will stares at her, confused once again. He must not know she hasn't told anyone about her relationship with him, but there will be time to talk about that later.

"Right. The BAU helped me out on a case about a year ago. Just for the sake of clarity, I'm not here to investigate. Charlie was supposed to be married this August, so if the guy that floated up last night was him, I guess I have the honor of notifying his fiancee. She's gonna need some answers and closure, and I'm just here to get that for her."

"Do you know why he was here?" Rossi asks.

"He was meeting up with some college buddies to compete in a regatta. He was a big boat guy."

"He wasn't traveling alone?"

"He came up here alone. He was supposed to meet them here."

"We should track these friends down and see if they saw anything. With the two other victims, were there any potential witnesses?" Rossi asks and looks at Tina.

"No. Paul was here alone on business, and Daniel came down to windsurf by himself. So, they were all essentially alone. My guess is the killer probably watched them long enough to know that. He's probably already scoping out his next victim, and I don't have a damn thing to warn people with. So, come on inside. I've got everything all set up."

The police station is located on South Beach, so your team follows Will and Tina inside the station. It's cooler inside because of the air conditioning, but it's still humid because the door keeps constantly opening. The police station is on the second floor of the building, so you tread up the stairs with the rest of the team.

JJ stays behind with Will, and you can tell by her expressions and the way she keeps secretly looking at the rest of the team, she doesn't appreciate how affectionate Will is being. He doesn't know no one knows about her relationship.

Once they're done talking, JJ comes up first to where you're waiting for her.

"Are you okay?" you ask when she reaches the top step.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she nods.

She leaves it at that and heads further into the station. You look back at Will who sighs, but you leave the situation like JJ is trying to do.

"This is everything we recovered from Paul's hotel room," Tina says, showing the boxes inside one of the conference rooms. "It's all been processed, so don't worry about touching anything. I'm gonna take the skinny kid, his girlfriend, and Derek to the dump sites. I got my cell and radio. If anyone doesn't give you anything, just call me."

"How did you know I'm his girlfriend?" you ask Tina as Derek and Spencer follow you two.

"That mark on your neck plus the way you were staring at each other on the beach... I kind of put two and two together. Am I wrong?"

"No," you mutter. You hang back to let the two men catch up, and Derek jogs to catch up to Tina. "Next time I'm making a mark on you for everyone to see."

"You already do," Spencer chuckles.

You shrug and leave the police station to head to the dump sites. The first one you visit is the dumpster where Paul is found. The dumpster is located on a beach that is very heavily trafficked. All the women who pass by the area stare at Spencer since Derek is too preoccupied with Tina to notice them.

All you want to do is flick them away, but you're here on a job.

"Don't be jealous. I only have eyes for you," Spencer whispers into your ear.

"I'm not jealous."

"Of course you're not."

You roll your eyes and focus on the case at hand.

"Paul was found in a dumpster over there," Tina points to the exact one.

"Something tells me that the victims knew our unsub," Spencer says.

"What makes you say that?"

"When you go to someplace new, you look to the locals for places to eat, where to shop, and things like that. Why would he kill them and risk dragging their body across the beach?"

"He wouldn't. They were already out here."

Penelope calls to let everyone know she found the rental car that Charlie was using right before he died. She got the location of it, so instead of heading to the other dump sites, you quickly head over to the car which is parked a couple of blocks away.

"This Garcia girl of yours is good," Tina smiles.

"That's an understatement," you laugh.

"Hey, you can't go wrong with a Latina at the controls."

"Yeah. That's my girl, but she's not nearly as Latino as her name sounds," Derek says.

He opens the car and gets behind the wheel while Tina gets in the passenger side. You and Spencer stay outside the car, but you listen through the open windows of the car. Derek takes the keys from an officer and starts the car up.

"Well, there is one good thing about these victims being on vacation. When you're alone in a strange place, you immediately get a rental car. What's the one thing that you need?"

"A GPS," you state.

"Exactly. Normally, when you return these things, they wipe this stuff clean, but this was never returned." Derek is a master at the controls and brings up Google Maps to see the places Charlie visited. "So, this right there has to be the last place Charlie needed to go."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you know the address?" you ask.

"It's a gay bar for men."

"We have to rethink our victimology."

After you got off the phone with Hotch, he requested everyone to meet back at the station. You and Emily are off to the side, Will is by his lonesome looking over the case, Derek, Tina, Hotch and Rossi are talking, and Spencer is grabbing you something to eat from the vending machine. JJ comes back with three bottles of water, and you take yours graciously.

"Thank you," you grin.

"I don't understand how it can be this dry when it's this humid," Emily sighs.

You three drink from your bottles gratefully since it's very humid outside, and you've sweated all your fluids out.

"You sweat all your fluids out outside just to come into bone-dry air conditioning."

"At least we have something fun to look at," you grin and wink at Emily before turning to JJ.

"What do you mean?"

"She's talking about Will, and I agree."

JJ looks a bit jealous at your comments, but she tries to keep her emotions in check knowing you can feel them.

"Yeah, he's cute," you chuckle.

"You're with Spencer."

"I have eyes, right?" you grin. "I can look."

JJ sips from her water so she doesn't accidentally say the wrong thing. She turns and leaves, and you and Emily giggle like school children.

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[prentiss-theorem]

Top 3 fave foods?

Best memory?

Beach or ocean?

Salty or sweet?

Emily prentiss or alex blake?

Emily or melissa?

Fave vape flavour?

Oooooo okay okay here we go

Top 3 fave foods? you know my food hyperfixations come and go and nothing lasts but currently it's: plain cheese pizza, I would die for some rn. broccoli, I fucking love broccoli. ummmm, whipped cream?

Best memory? ummmm when I got my dog, I was 4 and the lil man has been with me ever since.

Beach or ocean? I love the idea of the ocean but I am absolutely terrified of it, I am also not a fan of just being on the beach, too much sand everywhere.

Salty or sweet? omg sweet all the way, your girl won't survive without chocolate.

Emily prentiss or alex Blake? Why would you make me make this choice. I'm going with Alex because I am writing a family fic and I LOVE HER there.

Emily or Melissa? ffs katt WHY. ummmmm, Emily? just so you know, making this choice hurt.

Fave vape flavour? NOW WE'RE TALKING! my current faves are fresh menthol mojito and cherry ice, but only crystals, I shall not come anywhere near an elf bar. (currently suffering because crystals are not available here and I'm surviving off of elux)

#ask rae <3 #storiesofsvu

[quarantinescarpet]

My quotes list from over the years

FRESHMAN

-“‘tis I the frenchiest fry.”

-“Someone’s stabbing me in the leg with a spork.”

-“I A DEMOCRAT OOPS”

-Spill the pony tea.

-How many geese would it take to bring down a full grown man?

-Point is, I love you both and I would 10/10 ride a motorbike

-“Apparently someone in Mr. Hopkins G block got scared of turkey noises.”

-“It’s like... it’s like a stupid game of Russian roulette Tetris with giant death machines”

-“I feel like you'd have a shrine to remember Spider-man, complete with candles and every single ‘mr stark I don't feel so good’ meme printed out.”

-“don’t ask me, I don’t know anything about the sex”

-“I WILL RIP YOUR DICK OFF”

-“What’s the difference between gay silence and regular silence?”

-“what yields a focus pencil? A patience tree?”

-“I might boogie on the desk so hard that the gum keeping it together gets unchewed and yeets back into the dimension it belongs in”

-“You smell like my fencing teacher”

-“sponsor a sponsor! Become a child”

-“Woof woof bitch, im a furry.”

-“yo to the hoe”

-“does my emoji still smell?”

SOPHOMORE

-“peter doesn't have a detachable head”

-“two thirds of me is wearing glasses”

-“You look like you have autism. Are you vaccinated?”

-“When did Haydar become friends with Emily?” “In hell”

-“I know you have something to do with Filbert”

-“Ayo beans check”

-“Who cares about beating the game‽ I’m a goose.”

-“You can’t make contact lenses out of cranberries”

-“cannabalism is for beans”

-“You know the party is lit when the epileptic kid starts doing the worm”

-“Imagine getting stabbed to the beastie boys”

-“I CANT TORTILLA MY CHOCOLATE MILK”

-“Pure drip”

-“The All Mighty King Tuggle Wuggle the Original... The 5th”

-“It’s a drink.” “Coal?” “I’m sorry who the heck is drinking coal??” “It’s heroin.”

-“Is climate change good or bad?”

-“I’ve had to keep her from stealing my toes for so long”

-“Apples are delicious, babies are not.”

-“It’s like I’m exfoliating my knuckle”

-“We are literally just birds.”

-“I’m slowly transitioning to emo. Today I’m wearing navy blue, tomorrow it will be black.”

-“Omg Aimee why are you such a try hard” “Oh my god Ava why are you orange?”

-“Wait what the fuck does crashing a funeral have to do with driving?”

-“Why are blonde people driving???”

-“That house looks like stephen king” “its super thicc?”

-“If you don’t do your homework, they are legally allowed to steal your cells”

-“Why would digging up graves be a problem we have to cover during a spa day??”

-“I would commit neck rape”

-“he looked at me and I looked at him and I was like ‘genocide’”

-“like Klaus, from Klaus”

-“SANKADANKA”

-“facism is also gender neutral”

-“I mean we all knew that the birds just wanted the body to be gone!”

JUNIOR

-“you know what they say in chemistry”

-“I got it from bed bath and behind you”

-“A two line poem. I see a frog. My heart: 💕❤️💓💗💕”

-“who needs a straw when you can suck it out the hole?”

-“I wish I could get neutered”

-“eggs are so well named”

-“You’re not a fandon? We don’t standon.”

-“If you’re horny just walk it off”

-“potatoes and molasses, there is inequality between the classes!”

-“save the tiddies”

-“I think I could explain socialism” “okay do it” *doesnt do it*

-“what part of no interruptions does Trump not get?” “The english part”

-“my knees how they crackle like rice crispies”

-“the planet is dying you fucking walnut”

-“do you think I’d be able to avoid conversion therapy?” ”no you look dumb as shit have fun at camp.”

-“the US military uses 738 billion dollars per year, and we can’t dunk the moon into the pacific ocean? Where are our priorities? Disgusting.”

-“I hope he dies on my birthday”

-“the doctor’s sewing you up and you’re like ‘harder daddy’ and they just leave you to bleed out on the floor.”

-“I don’t know what your parents do for a living” “I’d have to kill you if you found out” “oh he’s a conversion therapist?”

-“Peaning, pregnancy, protection.”

-“Being railed and math are two totally different things”

-“Aren’t all white people just german strokes?“

-“the pickles are tasty tonight, don’t you think?”

-"Gay people have feelings too! I mean those feelings aren't valid, but they have them!"

-“Grapefruit is the Wild Kratts of roblox”

-“My lungs are rejecting christianity”

-“Lettuce cereal”

-“get zooted”

-“why are they doin that to my boi Eric Snowblower???” “... do you mean Elric Stormbringer??” “Yes OMG hi futon”

-“Milk towel (sent with gentle effect)“

-“nose haemorrhoids”

-“my favourite colour is bitches”

-“THE LESBIAN FISH WHATS HER NAME”

-“You’ll have time to pull moose daddy”

-“The more you beat it the bigger it gets”

-“Were you wa today??”

-“oh uh slaves are now horses”

-“tarnsgender is a lifestyle”

-“not me misgendering my dishwasher”

-“Kiss! Kiss Kiss!”

-“its a regular human but you can open it up and take a shit inside of it” “like a kangaroo”

-“kiss kill marry, good piss boy, eric snowblower, michael”

-“if you don’t wanna strike the set, strike yourself.”

-“did you listen to waterparks in middle school or have you had sex?”

-“he said his pullout game is strong and he’s only used a condom six times” “tell him he needs the practice”

-“its a didney movie”

-“I already have a dick so I’m good with the foot sucking, thanks!”

-“I don’t misgender you cause you changed your pronouns I just misgender you cause you have pronouns”

-“made a joke and nobody laughed”

-“You’re a socialist gray shut up”

-“dont straddle my dog shes a child!”

-“chloe, kim, kendall, kourtney,,, the genders”

-“which constellation looks most like a dick”

-“I’m being intimate with my pudding. Only my pudding loves me.” “Yeah but it feels a little violated”

-“vending machine, easy bake oven, and ramen are the four food groups?”

-“mom I found your tinder”

-“doesnt this baby look like it would grow up to be hitler?”

-“anti smack”

-“I said no farting”

-“I’m at the point in this trip where I want to make out a little with every dog I see.”

-“I’m worried about your mom right now” “I’m worried about the dogs”

-“I’m going to start streaming” “awesome I’ll watch you! I’ll download Tinder”

-“jesus is coming are you clenching?” “Did you mean swallowing???”

-“Today when I said I had an image to show you and you came to look at my phone I wasn’t on Instagram yet and I was worried you were going to see that my last google search was what is a craisin”

-“My username is deep_seated_fear_of_geese”

-“Savour the flavour, uncle”

-“potential energy this, kinetic energy that, when will anyone start paying attention to the most important energy. dumb bitch energy”

-“Happy easter i guess i don’t know why the heck jesus likes eggs so much” “Jesus has an egg obsession” “And he has a bunny fursona””

-“Cause I’m kinky for color coding”

-“I’m going to name my child Brad. With a silent gh. Braghd”

-“Headcanon that Prince Philip died because he saw unsolicited feet pics“

-“I kin prince philip”

-“theres three genders: kailer, gay tyler, and regular tyler”

-“I swear to god they spent half of their budget making those titans asses so scrumptious”

-“Everything is terrible, can’t magnum dong, repressing my emotions”

-“Master has given dobby plan b. Dobby no longer needs the hanger”

-“I want someone to be just as obsessed with me as my social worker is”

-“You wanted to end the conversation so you decided to be homophobic.”

-“It is commonly thought that there are two types of people in this world, communists and pessimists.”

-“Glass half full glass half empty everyone shares the glass”

-“I thought it was about to be something sexual about slushees and I was like: 😃?“

-“Piss on, I know how to have sex.”

-“Sarah we’re making milf jokes wake up”

-“Its like im having a panic attack but I cant stop making kink jokes”

-“good old fashioned jesus?” “I said gay sex”

-“the straggot and the slurs”

-“grandpa has had way too much time without his meds”

-“You’re gonna find ur special someone bro ❤️ or someone to raw you idk what you’re into”

-“Do you wanna represent conversion therapy?”

-“Don’t punch me! I’ll get a boner”

-“I’m known to frequent elementary schools at night”

-“ever since I found out there were ants in baked beans” “WHY ARE THEY THERE? JUST BAKE THE BEANS!”

-"aaron burr shot hamilton which is kinda kinky and im not into that" "i guess he forgot to give him his safe word then huh"

-“we can’t make these jokes tomorrow people will think we’re fucking crazy” “nah man people will just think we’re FUCKING”

-“this 14 year old just looked me straight in the eyes and said drill me daddy-o”

-“they piss on you when they’re comfortable with you. Thats how it works”

-“are penguins fish or mammals?”

-“car washes are traumatising”

-“it’s okay gray has a 22 year old sugar daddy”

-“I get vored easily and yeehaw”

-“You get really stinky when jade honks for bill”

-“Jade needs a shit sleeve when she honks for bill can we go dunky now”

-“not the llama,,, the liQuid”

-“I’m allergic to jesus”

-“if you cant see stuff in your head how come you can vacuum?”

-“dont be a whore drink instead”

-“pain is temporary, existence is temporary, we’re all temporary”

-“I did not know veggie tales was religious”

-“you’re a sussy baka yes sorry now can we watch the video”

-“I assumed everyone in tech is gray”

-“skyrim wasn’t bad I just wanted fussy”

-“im not gonna get a shrodinger kink”

-“those crocs are bitchin”

-“you seem so put together” “it’s just the shoes”

-“capitalism is my sugar daddy”

-“when aang is riding someone do you think he says yip yip

-“Capitalism breeds innovation? How bout you breed this bussy”

Senior

-“Ollie: Can Jewish people eat the Lorax?

Jillian: Yeah. He is canonically a Nazi you know

Ollie: …Are you implying that nazis are kosher?

Jillian: Yeah how do you think we won the war dumbass”

-“I wanna get manhandled”

-“chryssy is SO thicc. Thats why benson loves her.”

-“are we still meeting autism?”

-“so what im hearing is you stole my prostate??”

-"Benson doesnt have a liver? What about her alcoholism problems!”

-“do [squirrels] have beaks or are they flat?”

-“ I feel like I’d fall into a pond.”

-“I didn’t come”

-“Cis piss”

-“YOU GRABBED HIS JICK?”

-“Everytime I come out as ace people send me all their ace stuff” “omg thats what I do for my italian friends”

-“I wanna be someones thyroid problem”

-“Yeah you could go to bobby about your skin cancer”

-“I feel really pregnant right now”

-“stomachs love diluted slim jims”

-“benson is a milf”

-“aj just gave birth to me” “how?” “teamwork”

-“the universe is nothing but a collection of corpses”

-“tight shaggy”

-“the moonwalking bear will come back to haunt you”

-“You forgot your jizz in the shop”

-“Please be a monster fucker”

-“Wipe the milk moustache off your face because I can’t talk to you”

-“the moonwalking bear will come back to haunt you”

-“You forgot your jizz in the shop”

-“Please be a monster fucker”

-“Wipe the milk mustache off your face because I can’t talk to you”

-“Mr. Hands is my safe-word”

Freshman pt 2

-“nah this isn’t true love this is smash or pass man”

-“the more swords the more smash”

-“virgin??? Like VIRGINIA??”

-“He’s really going ham on him”

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #121

What’s the most recent album you’ve been really into? Last year Rammstein released Zeit and it took over my life rip in absolute fucking pieces

Where did you go the last time you were on an airplane? Home from visiting Sara in Illinois.

Do you know anyone who has autism? Multiple people.

Do you have a cat? I sure do, he's my baby.

Do you enjoy riding carousels? I did, when I could actually go on them. Not saying adults can't if it can hold their weight, but yeah I would NEVER be allowed on one lmao and my legs couldn't get me up there anyway.

Do you like elephants? Yes, they're absolutely amazing animals.

Do you know anyone named Emily? I used to. I would still like to, but she understandably left my life when I was a bigoted, ignorant, close-minded teenager.

Do you know anyone who can speak French? Not fluently. My mom apparently took it in school though and she still knows a few words, but that's it.

Do you prefer gold or silver jewelry? Silver.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? Uh, I think it was chocolate at my niece's bday party in February?

Do you use Instagram often? I don't post a lot, but I scroll through my personal one every day.

Have you ever had key lime pie? Yes, and I hated it.

Do you know anyone who is pregnant? Yes. Semi-recently I had a super old friend from like, the end of middle school announce she was having her second child, another boy. A woman I took pictures for a lot is expecting her daughter real soon, too.

Do you have a Pinterest account? Yes.

What is one question you don’t like being asked? My weight and my employment situation.

Who is someone you know who is talkative? My nephew lmao

Have you ever read the Warriors series? bitch I was OBSESSED

Do you prefer skimpy bathing suits or modest ones? For me, I'm covering up as much as I can. If I LIKED my body, I'd maybe be fine again in a bikini, and people can rock revealing clothing of whatever sort all they want, but I'm too self-conscious for that, really.

Do you like the sounds of cicadas in the summer? Okay so the noise itself doesn't bother me at all, I quite like nature sounds, however I associate the noise with when it's way too fucking hot so I have a negative association with it, haha.

Have you ever taken your dog swimming? No, no dog we've ever had... I think. I don't recall ever seeing if a dog we've owned wanted to come in the pool with us. I do know Teddy and Cali (or maybe Dale? idr) got loose outside a couple times when we lived in the woods, and not all too far from our house across the cotton fields was a pond; they'd run over there and would at least wade in the banks. I wouldn't be surprised if Cali truly swam some haha, but I don't remember. Man, I miss those dogs.

Do you drink iced coffee? I don't drink any sort of coffee.

What do you buy most often at a gas station convenience store? A soda.

Favorite food at a cookout? Either burgers or hotdogs. In general I prefer burgers, but I don't like angus beef and sometimes the people who make them use white cheese, which I also don't like, and in those cases I'll do a hotdog instead. OH THIS REMINDS ME WITH HOW I ANSWERED, story about my mom when she moved from NY to NC: she came here used to "cookouts" meaning things like burgers and hotdogs, and the first time she went to one here in the South, she was dumbfounded to find a full fucking pig in the cooker lmfao. I'm not a fan of Southern-style cookouts like these, with pulled pork barbecue and shit.

Most hated food at a cookout? ^ oh, the aforementioned pulled pork. It's just so gross to me, taste-wise and texture-wise. Honestly I will eat almost absolutely nothing at a Southern-styled cookout because I genuinely loathe everything.

You and your SO’s dream vacation? Haha Girt actually doesn't really like vacations, he is such a homebody. We touched on this topic in this fun couples book we have, and I remember him saying he thinks he'd have the most fun at like, historical landmarks, which I'd also love to visit.

Do you go on family vacations? No.

Do you know anyone who legitimately is mentally ill? Yes? You're either mentally ill or you're not. I'm hoping by the use of "legitimately" (still a bad usage though honestly) you mean like, more on the severe end of mentally ill, in which case I think so. Girt's mother suffers with schizophrenia and has been hospitalized in the past for her mental wellbeing, but I don't know how regularly this happened/the last time it did, and she still deals with what's absolutely trauma over her husband dying super fucking suddenly. I don't ask Girt many questions about her mental health because I mean it's not my business and I also don't like making him talk about a topic that ties so heavily into his dad being gone. I just know enough to know she's been through a lot and still struggles.

Right now, would you rather be single or in a relationship? I have zero interest in leaving Girt, so in a relationship.

Boyfriend’s mom asks you to go to church with their family, do you go? Christ this might actually happen one day with how religious Shelia is, but my answer would be no, even if I'd be uncomfortable telling her that. I will never, ever, ever, ever give a church my service. Call it an overreaction, I just have so much hatred built up towards religion because of my own history with it from immediate childhood up through very early adulthood. It was full of nothing but crises of self, denial of my own sexuality, becoming a total shit asshole who couldn't accept people different from her... There's just so much pain and remorse that religion has caused me.

Do you say “love you” to any of your friends (not boyfriend)? Yeah, of course. I am so heavy on expressing platonic love.

Is your SO comfortable around your parents? I know he is around Mom, and I mean, I think he is around Dad. They barely ever, ever see each other, though, so have had few chances to interact since my parents split; he did come over when we were teenagers before the divorce, but that was SO many years ago.

How did you meet your newest friend? She was one of Girt's gaming buds and she learned that we both held a colossal adoration for Silent Hill 2 so she wanted to talk to me, haha. I was really super shy about it at first, but finally decided I needed to actually welcome when new, friendly people want to talk to me so reached out to her. She's lovely.

Have you ever been talked into doing something really uncomfortable? Maybe, I don't remember.

What do you lie about liking? Nothing, that's an awful idea.

What do you lie about DISliking? I also don't think there's anything.

Have you ever lied about something sexual you did or didn't do? No.

What states have you been to in the past year? I haven't left NC in that timeframe.

What year was your house built? I don't know the exact year, but Mom mentioned literally today in a conversation with my physical therapist that this house was built shortly after Hurricane Floyd, which happened in 1999.

Where were you the last time you kissed someone? My bed.

Do you have any uncommon interests or hobbies? Yeah, vulture culture art-type stuff.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? A meal replacement shake that I regularly have.

What is the last song you listened to in a car? It was Rammstein's "Armee der Tristen" this morning.

Do you know anyone who is terrified of dogs? I don’t think so.

What’s something that excites you about the future? The feeling that I'm going to get to spend it with Girt.

Are you going to be getting any new pets soon? Very unlikely.

Would you rather be a panda or grizzly bear? I think grizzly bear. They impress me more and their lives seem more interesting.

Do you like BBQ sauce? No, I actually hate it.

What were you doing at 9 AM this morning? I was at PT.

Do you hang out with your sibling's friends? No.

Do you like to eat cornbread? No, it's gross imo.

When was the last time you saw a deer? Been a long time, idk.

Do you eat turkey on Thanksgiving? No, turkey is just so dry and bland to me. I go for the ham.

Baked macaroni and cheese or regular? Regular, I don't like the texture of baked. I feel like I have put my pickiness with food in the spotlight throughout this survey lmao

Name one of your friends' children: Persephone. CHAMPION parents for picking that name, haha.

What was the name of your 5th grade teacher? Mrs. Whitley, who also taught me in the 2nd grade. It's insane, now her very own daughter, a bit younger than me, is another teacher in the same school literally down the hall from her. She's retiring this year and I'm hoping to visit her one day during like, a school workday or something, because she was my favorite teacher that I've ever had and I want to see her before she leaves. Will almost CERTAINLY cry lmao. No other teacher was more like a mom to me, I love her so much.

Have you ever been to a casino? No, and I don't want to go to one. It's not an environment I want to be in.

Who wrote the last book you read? Tui T. Sutherland.

What’s the middle name of your best friend? He doesn't have one, I'm assuming because he's already a junior. His sister has one, so it's not like his parents were against middle names.

Who in your family has a birthday in January? Off the very top of my head, I don't know anyone. I was supposed to be born in January, but I wasn't coming out for ANYTHING lmao, Mom had to be induced.

What’s your favorite flower? Orchids if we're talking just any flower in any color, but I also really like pink tulips.

Do you use any food delivery services such as UberEats, DoorDash, etc? No, that's not extra money we're willing to spend.

How far away is the closest Walmart? It's barely even like, two minutes from here.

Chick-fil-A, Taco Bell or McDonald’s? I feel like the whole of the world will crucify me for this, but I genuinely really like McDonald's lmfao

Do you know the capital of your state? Well yeah, Raleigh.

When’s the last time you ate any type of sweet? I had some Sour Patch yesterday, actually.

Pizza rolls or bagel bites? The former, I've never liked bagel bites all that much.

What kind of flooring is in the room you’re in? Carpet.

What’s your favorite scent? Cinnamon rolls, fresh baked bread, other baked goods, coffee, lilacs, yada yada.

What kind of pets does your grandmother have? My maternal grandmother had an insanely intelligent maltese named CC for a super long time; his passing was devastating for her. I'm pretty sure that's all that she had; she was insanely allergic to cats and most dogs, so she could only have hypoallergenic dogs. As much as I did NOT like that woman, it's a comforting thought that she really didn't have to live that many years without him. Now I have absolutely zero idea what pets Dad's mom had.

What’s the last show you really got into that you have to wait for the next season of? Extraordinary Attorney Woo!!! Fucking wonderful show that just made my heart SO damn warm, but Season 2 isn't coming for a while.

Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Yes; technically we were supposed to pull over, being witnesses, but the amount of traffic and also being on a highway made it impossible.

Sprinkles or frosting? Frosting, I hate sprinkles on literally anything.

Do you like mushrooms? Visually, absolutely. As food, hell no.

How old is your youngest sibling? She's going to be 25 in less than two weeks, EW.

Have you ever been swimming with dolphins? No, but I'd like to one day. Before meerkats, they were my favorite animal, and I still love them... even if they can be literal assholes haha.

What’s the last thing you ordered from a Mexican restaurant? I get the same thing everywhere: shrimp and cheese quesadilla with a side of cheesy rice. FUCK my period is due and I have been so insanely hungry leading up to it and now all I want is this. 😭

Do you carry a purse or a backpack? A purse.

What kind of soda is your favorite? Mountain Dew Voltage and strawberry Sunkist. I almost positively never drink the latter though because I will drink that shit so absurdly fast that I just don't let myself have it.

Have you ever cut yourself shaving? Oh for sure, on my legs anyway. I don't miss that shit.

What’s your Chick-fil-A order? I will literally only eat at Chick-fil-A if the people I'm with decide to go there, and it'd be an inconvenience to get me something elsewhere, and in that case I'll just always get a regular chicken sandwich with fries.

Regular or pink lemonade? Pink, but both are great.

Do you know anyone who’s lost their house in a natural disaster? In middle school, a classmate's house burned down.

Pizza or nacho Lunchables? Oh, the nachos one reigned SUPREME. I'd eat the pizza one, but it was so underwhelming.

Have you ever been inside of a courtroom? Yes.

Did you ever participate in any pageants when you were younger? Hell fucking no.

What kind of cheese is your favorite? American.

Have you ever had a professional massage? No, don't want one; that seems way too fuckin awkward for me.

What’s your Panera Bread order? I haven't tried that much from there, but what I've had hasn't impressed me? The bread is too hard and the taste is nothing special.

Who in your family has a birthday in April? My aforementioned younger sister Nicole as well as my brother Bobby. His bday is actually Earth Day.

Have you ever had your nails done professionally? Yeah, a few times Colleen would have me tag along to a salon she liked just to hang out and chat. I remember doing it once with my sisters, too.

What color Christmas tree do you use? Green... but when I move out I plan on getting a black one.

Have you ever been published in a magazine? At my last college, I became the school newspaper's official photographer, and there was one play I shot that they loved so much they dedicated multiple full pages to some pictures I took, and of course I was credited. ;_; That was one of the most exciting moments of my entire life, and it was prooooobably a career-building opportunity that I threw away by dropping out...

Is anyone in your family in law enforcement? No.

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