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ive-been-worse · 3 years

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Liable PT 2

Word Count: 2,419

Warning: Violence, blood, knives, hospitals, close calls, mentions of anxiety/panic, let me know if I missed any.

A/N: this is part two to a different post. It's long, I can't write cases, kinda angsty but it has a happy ending. Enjoy

“Can you believe it?” You point your spoon at no one in particular. “A ‘liability’! God!” You let out a sardonic laugh and viciously dig into your ice cream.

You, Emily, JJ, and Penny are having girls’ night. Yes, you’re a little tipsy and definitely not over anything.

Emily shakes her head while JJ pours more wine for everyone.

“Y/N/N, you know you aren’t a liability. You’re damn good at your job and Hotch was full of shit,” Em doesn’t normally bash the boss but she’s a little more than tipsy too.

“You know what it is?” Penny butts in, “He likes youuuuuuu.”

Her words elicit a scoff from you, “As if.” Heat rose in your cheeks.

“No, she’s right. Everyone can see it. Hotch totally has a thing for you!” JJ exclaims, spilling a little of her wine. “Come on, are you seriously saying you’ve never noticed how much he hovers over you?”

“Or stiffens whenever you’re with an unsub?” Em adds.

“Or how he almost flinches everytime you call him ‘Agent Hotchner’,” Penny giggles.

“And, you like him too!” JJ says with a sudden seriousness.

You shake your head. As much as you want to deny JJ’s words, you can’t. Your crush has been blooming for a long time. It’s part of the reason why you’re taking this sudden cold front from your boss so hard. If only you knew what to do.

***

“Aaron, you gotta tell her,” was the first thing Dave said after sneaking into Hotch’s office.

“Tell who what, Dave?” Aaron asked. He didn’t have to ask. Dave was talking about you, just like he has been the last multiple times Dave has sought him out.

“Y/N. You know she’s a good agent. She deserves to know that.”

“Is that all?” Aaron has yet to look up from his paperwork.

“‘Is that all?’” Dave repeats, “No, first, it’s affecting the team. Everyone can see that. There’s so much tension between you two. After you fix that, you should also tell her how you feel.”

“Enough, there’s nothing to tell,” Aaron pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’ll handle it, okay?”

“You better.”

***

Hotch had kept you out of the field for seven cases. Seven. Working from Quantico was killing you and you had a newfound respect for Penny. That’s why you jumped, literally jumped, at the chance to finally go on a case with the team. However, you’re confined to the police precinct. Not ideal, but you’ll take what you can get. So while the team is gathering information in the field, you’re working on the geographical profile.

Unfortunately, geographical profiles are not your strong suit. More unfortunately, you’ve determined that there’s not enough information to make one. With a sigh, you push yourself away from the desk and make your way to the mediocre coffee station.

A young officer approaches with a smile, “What a case, right?”

You look him over. This case is probably the worst he’s seen. He’s not too bad on the eyes. Not quite your type. You shake your head as the thought of your boss flits through your mind. Giving the officer a small smile, “That’s your opening?”

Red blooms across his cheeks as he shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “I had to start with something. I’m John,” his hand comes out between you two.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” he grips your hand a little too hard.

The door to the precinct opens. Hotch, Emily, and Reid come in. They were at the latest crime scene.

Nodding your head at your team, “That’s my cue.”

You take your leave but John stops you. “How about you and I take some time and I’ll buy you a better coffee?”

“I can’t. We have to solve this case. That’s my priority,” It’s a little harsh but that’s what you’re here to do in the first place so that’s what you’re going to do.

“L/N,” Hotch calls.

“I’m coming,” you take your coffee and go to them. “What did you find?”

“Her friends report some guy talking to her at the bar they went to the night before she went missing. Apparently he kept trying to get her to go somewhere with him.” Hotch fills you in.

“Let me guess, she kept turning him down?” You fill in, earning a nod from your boss.

“How’s the geographical profile?” Reid asks.

“You’re welcome to take a shot at it but there’s not enough.”

This time it’s Emily who speaks, “We need another victim.”

And you got one that night.

The next day you're able to finish the profile. Right as you do, coffee is set on your desk. You look up to see John. “Thank you,” you tell him. Relief filling you at the thought of caffeine.

“You looked like you could use it,” he smiled at you. Taking a sip you looked up in surprise. The coffee was exactly how you like it. “I- uh - I noticed how you took it yesterday while we were talking.” John rubbed the back of his neck and you nodded.

“We’re ready to give the profile.” Hotch announced over the room to gather everyone’s attention. It didn’t take long for everyone to get ready.

“We believe that the unsub is a young male, in his twenties to thirties,” Hotch started.

“He’ll probably try to inject himself in this investigation if he hasn’t already,” Morgan went next.

Your turn, “Given the places the victims are taken from and the dump sites, the unsub’s comfort zone is in this area,” you gesture to the map, “Meaning he either lives or works somewhere in the area.” The rest of the profile goes smoothly.

After, you take a step outside, needing to clear your head. The door opens and there’s footsteps. You turn to talk to the person. A butt of a gun slams into your head. You feel the shock.

Everything goes black.

***

You come too in a dark place and you can’t make anything out. You can hear a flip get switched and the lights flicker on above you. Squinting against the harsh light, you try to orient yourself. You take inventory. You’re sitting. Killer headache, probably a concussion. There’s something wet on your temple. You go to wipe it away only to discover your hands are bound behind you. Ankles similarly tied but to the legs of the chair.

Trying to fight the panic setting in, you take a deep breath and look around. Knives line the wall in all different sizes. Pictures of the previous victims are hung on the wall with some sort of writing by them.

The unsub walks into the room. He has an old camera with him. It’s flash blinds you. You turn your head away from the flash. When you look back, the unsub’s back is to you and he’s hanging the picture he just took on the wall. He looks familiar. You can’t place him until he turns around.

John.

John with a knife.

John with a knife, and he's coming toward you.

***

“He uses a knife so he’s likely impotent but there’s nothing else that implies this is sexual for him,” Morgan rubs his temples.

“The multiple stab wounds are all done before the kill. So he’s sadistic,” Rossi adds.

JJ enters the room, a worried look on her face. “Y/N isn’t here. I’ve checked with the hotel and they haven’t seen her since we left. She’s not answering her phone.”

“What do you mean she isn’t here?” Rossi asks.

“No one knows where she went,” JJ says.

“Guys,” Reid enters the room, holding up a phone. Your phone.

“She wouldn’t leave with just anyone. Y/N’s careful.” Rossi scrubs his face.

“She probably didn’t go willingly. It’s broken.” Reid tells them, setting the phone on the table.

“I’ll call Hotch,” Morgan stands, leaving the room.

***

Coughs tear through you. Blood dribbles out, dripping onto your already ruined shirt. You turn your head and spit, trying to clear your mouth from the coppery liquid.

“You couldn’t have just said yes? It was just coffee. But no you couldn’t do that could you!” John lets out a deranged laugh. “You’re just like the others. So stuck up you won’t give anyone a chance.” The knife he wields sinks into your abdomen and you bite your lip to keep in the pained gasp. “We could have been happy together. You’d have to give up your job though. This isn’t a line of work for a lady.”

That line. You’d been hearing that line since you joined the BAU. You’re so tired of it. His face is so close. You spit and it lands on his cheek. A strange sense of satisfaction fills you as the bloody saliva trails down his jaw.

John wipes it off, “You’re going to regret that.” His fist hits the side of your head, sending ringing through your skull.

“No,” you cough up more blood. “You’ll regret this. My team will find you and you will pay.”

“Too bad you won’t be alive to see it.”

***

You were barely conscious when they found you. Your breaths are shallow. You don’t know what happened, what went down. All you know is that suddenly, you’re not in that chair anymore. You’re not there, and someone is being loud. Someone is yelling. You try to open your eyes to see who.

“Hotch,” it comes out weak. Barely a whisper. Your hand goes up on its own accord to wipe his tears, leaving a streak of red in its wake. “Why are you crying?” Suddenly your hand falls back to your side and you turn your head.

“Y/N! Hey Y/N! Stay with me!” His hand turns your head to look at him. His hands are so big. He’s warm. So warm. After you had been so cold.

“You’re so handsome, Hotch. So handsome,” it slurred out. Everything goes back once more.

***

The team is waiting anxiously at the hospital. Most of the cuts are shallow but the ones that aren’t caused you to need emergency surgery. They’re bad, more than enough to cause worry.

“She’ll make it. Y/N is strong. She’ll make it,” Emily sounds like she’s trying to convince herself.

Reid has his head in his hands.

Morgan is pacing.

Garcia rushes into the waiting room when she gets there, “How is she?”

“She’s in emergency surgery,” Rossi answers.

She collapses into a nearby chair.

Hours drip by. One after another. Someone convinces Hotch to change, get out of the bloodstained suit. Someone else gets everyone coffee, or a snack. No one touches those.

The more time passes the more everyone gets worried. When the doctor comes out, it’s too soon and not soon enough all at the same time. “She’s stable,” everything they say after is a blur from the relief. “You’re welcome to see her when she wakes up.”

It’s an hour later when a nervous looking nurse comes in the waiting room. “Are you for Y/N L/N?” Everyone stands nodding. “She’s- uh- she’s asking for an Agent Hotchner?”

“That’s me,” Hotch steps forward.

“Follow me. Uh- the rest of you can see her in a little while,” the nurse sent a smile to the rest of the team.

***

The light was bright in the hospital. The doctor was telling you what happened but you didn’t hear any of it.

The door opens and Hotch rushes to your side, “Y/N!” He scans you over, eyes stopping on every bandage.

“Hotch,” your hand covers his to get his attention. “What happened?”

“I- We almost lost you. It was bad. You lost a lot of blood,” he tries to fight back the tears.

“I’m sorry. I should have been more careful. I should have realized-”

“No!” His voice comes out startlingly loud. He makes an effort to soften it. “No. This isn’t your fault. No one blames you.”

You let out a self-deprecating laugh, “Sure. No one blames me. They all just think I’m a liability right?” The word slips out before you can stop it.

Liability. The same one he used before. It felt like a knife to the gut.

“No. No. No. You’re not a liability. It was wrong of me to say that. God, Y/N, you could never be a liability. You’re an amazing agent. You never would have made it if you weren’t. I never should have said that. I was worried. You were with that unsub all by yourself for god knows how long and could have been seriously hurt. It was wrong. I never meant it,” He was rambling. He knew. Hotch could also feel the tears track down his face.

“You mean it?” Your voice comes out small and weak, you fight back your own tears.

Hotch nods rapidly. “Every word. When this happened. I was so scared Y/N. I can’t lose you.” His head falls to the mattress, trying to hide the tears.

You take a deep breath and decide to try your luck. Today has to be a day of defeating odds. “Aaron,” that causes his head to shoot up. It’s your first time calling him by his name. “Aaron, look, I gotta tell you. I can’t just make it through that and keep quiet about this anymore, who knows about the time. Oh boy, I just- ah- I like you Aaron. More than I probably should, given that you’re my boss but it’s true,” you refuse to meet his eyes, scared of what you’d see.

“Y/N,” he pauses, “Y/N look at me,” his voice is gentle, coaxing you to meet his eyes. He smiles despite the tears. “I like you too. I’ve tried to hide it for so long. I did, but I can’t do it anymore.”

You laugh and then grimace from the pain radiating in your chest. You brush off Hotch’s concern. “I’m fine. If we do this though, we have to do it right. Not just getting together because of the high of relief that we both probably feel. Okay?”

“Of course, we’ll take it slow.”

Despite everything, you’re happy right now. On painkillers, and definitely traumatized, but right now, in this moment, you’re happy. It only gets better when the rest of your team, the best friends you have, flood the room. Everyone is high on the relief of survival and all-in-all, it could only be better if you weren’t stuck in the hospital.

#aaron hotch x reader #hotch x reader #criminal minds #angst #happy ending

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permanent-goblin · 2 years

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Any Way the Wind Blows reaction and final thoughts

reaction to rest of the chapters:

OMG THAT BASTARD HOW DARE HE TURN SIMON INTO THE VILLIAN

thank goodness he is immune to magic now cause thats allot of spells being aimed at him

BLESS YOU PIPPA, PIPPA FOR THE WIN

ey look Jamie came around to richards

bruh honestly richards just getting jail time has me put off what if he gets out and he manages to do something else?

WE GOT A KISS FOR AGATHA FUCKING EY EVERYONE IS GETTING A PARTNER FUCK YEAH

im so glad the goats are okay

poor daphne, but look see they just wanted you to come home, it will okay, you’ll be okay

im glad for lady ruth, bless her

pfffffft baz judging nico

btw Nicodemus is prob one of my fav characters i cant explain why

oh hey how nice baz now you dont have to watch simon grow old you can grow old together

OMG IS IT HAPPENING

ITS HAPPENING

YES SIMON THEY IS SFAMILY

OH FINALLY

I KNOW ITS GOING TO BE ALLOT TO PROCESS BECAUSE YOU KILLED YOUR FATHER BUT IM SO GLAD YOU FINALLY KNOW

.....

BOY IMAT WORK HOW RUDE I HAD TO PAUSE EATING MY LUNCH BECAUSE OF CHAPTER 82

poor Penny, shepard cant stay, but you travel back and forth, ofc legally this time or i think shepard might ban you from flying

You’ll get there simon,one day, take each day as it comes

FUCKING AYY I CALLED IT AGATHA BECOMES THE NEXT GOAT HERDER YESSSS

Final thoughts:

So i know i started this pretty late after its release but i never had the energy to pick up the books to read and i couldnt remember everything of the plot so i just got the audio books for all three of the titles and started over. im still so very much attached to these character and it will be a series i remember for my entire life. I didnt get my devneil ship but i got agatha’s surprise ship and then the best thing to happen was shepard and penny, they overshadowed simon and baz and that never usually happens in a book series that i started reading because of the gay characters. Carry On was one of the first LGBTQ+ book i had every read and so it has a special place in my heart.

i was worried i wouldnt like Wayward son, but it got good and then shepard appeared and it was like having a mor sociable newt Scamander in the party and i loved it. I loved the dragon and water spirit so much.

This book was also very good, i got really irritated everytime richards appeared but that just shows he was well written because i cant stand him. i wont lie fiona is kinda my least favorite character but i was always a big supported of her being a relationship with nico and im so glad it happened they even are getting married Pippa was wonderful when she game into play at the end and i was so proud of her when she did full sentence spell. i love this series im glad for rereading them it

now im going to post this before i fall asleep

#every way he wind blows #Carry On series

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thespritepepsi · 3 years

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Chapter 1, divorce

Harvey thought he knew what heartbreak was, but he was wrong.

Harvey had given every ounce of himself to the farmer, he dropped all his walls down and had been vulnerable, and it had paid off, the famer had asked for his hand in marriage; they were blissfully happy together, but everytime he had asked about children, all she said was "not now, the farm takes up too much time and energy." Harvey understood, but he still asked twice more before letting the matter drop completely, he knew when the time was right, she would ask herself to start their family.

But the time never seemed to come; they were well off, all the community upgrades she had worked for had been completed, she even helped Robin build a house for Pam and Penny, but she never brought up the subject of having a child. Still Harvey was determined to be content in his new life with his wife.

Seasons passed much like they had when he was single, although he made sure to tell the farmer how much happier he was at her farm than his old apartment, she always smiled and kissed him when he did this, and their intimate life was as good as the very first time every time, he had no reason to be unhappy, and he assumed his wife was as happy as he was.

Until one night early into summer.

Harvey was awoken by a soft knock on the farmhouse door, he was startled, all manners of medical emergencies flashing through his mind as he hurriedly put on his robe and glasses and quietly, as not to disturb his sleeping wife, ran to the door.

"Hello?"

"Good morning Doctor Harvey."

It was Mayor Lewis, oh Yoba, what was wrong? Who was hurt? Who could possibly be out this late getting hurt?

"What's the matter, mayor? Is it a medical emergency? Harvey stepped out onto the porch and softly closed the door, "tell me it's not one of the children?"

"Oh no, no emergency Doctor, everyone is healthy as can be" Lewis slipped his thumbs into his suspenders and pulled a bit, " I was just out picking up the shipping items, and well... there's something here for you."

"For me? What could it be?"

Mayor Lewis pulled out a thick creamy envelope with the name 'Dr. Harvey Moore' stamped on it and held it out in front of himself a bit, the moonlight catching on the just-dried ink.

Harvey took the envelope, "what is this?" He inquired, holding the parcel like it was a rehabilitated bird about to fly out his palms; Mayor Lewis shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking everywhere but at him, "well, um, Doctor, I think it's best if you take that on inside and give it a read, that's all I can say."

Harvey looked puzzlingly at the mayor, he knew what was inside the envelope, but wouldn't tell him directly what it was, could he have used too many medical supplies, and the clinic was going into debt?

"Thank you Mayor, I'll read this right away, have a good day." He murmured, turning to go back inside, as he shut the door, he thought he heard the mayor sigh.

Harvey sat down at the kitchen table, the light from the stove bathing the room in a soft orange glow; he carefully opened the envelope with the letter opener and pulled out the thick papers.

There, in big official letters were the words "DECREE OF DIVORCE" Harvey gasped out loud, further down was the Mayors signature, and even further down was the Farmers; Harvey's heart skipped a beat, maybe even two as he traced the familiar handwriting, that was hers all right, it matched the writing on the little notes she would slip in his doctors jacket, or in his lunch; tears slipped down his face as the read the official words, the famer had applied for divorce yesterday, based on the date following her name.

Harvey didn't know what to do now, this was a total shock, he crept back into their room and pulled his duffel bag out of the closet; as quietly as he could, he stuffed all his clothes inside and zipped it shut, he looked at his small room connecting to the bedroom, all his model airplanes and his shortwave radio were set up there, he didn't know how he could get his things without waking up the farmer, and by Yoba, he couldn't bear the thought of her waking up right now. Harvey hastily scribbled a note asking her to box his things up and send them to the clinic, before hastily leaving the farmhouse and letting his tears spill in earnest.

The next two days passed and the divorce was finalized, he stayed exclusively at the clinic, going through the motions of physicals and paperwork; living off coffee, too few hours of sleep, barely eating and crying.

Then one day, as he was at the front desk, Maru had gone to lunch a few minutes before, when the bell above the door tinkled, he looked up and his heart sank, it was the farmer; arms loaded down with boxes and looking like she would rather battle a monster infested mine floor than be there.

The farmer carefully sat the boxes down on the counter, and came around through the doors to stand near him; Harvey moved slightly away and crossed his arms. "I brought your planes and your radio set up," the farmer said quietly, looking at him to meet his eyes "Harvey, I--" Harvey shook his head and held up a hand.

"I, I can't even look at you, please, spare me anymore pain."

The farmer nodded swallowed thickly, "Goodbye Harvey." She said before rushing out the door.

†****************†

The fall dragged on, Harvey kept to himself, settling back into his post-married life routine, although he would occasionally go to the saloon and have a beer, something he knew he shouldn't do, being the only physician in town, but the nights when he lie in bed, and the thoughts of his failed marriage threatened to keep him awake, he went to the saloon for a nightcap.

One rainy night though, he was laying in his bed, when the after hours clinic buzzed, he rushed downstairs to find the farmer holding up a barely conscious Shane, both of them were soaked through. "He needs help," she implored, "he's had so much to drink, I found him by the cliffs, I'm afraid for him."

Harvey rushed to Shane's other side and put his shoulder under his other arm, together they half walked, half dragged Shane into a clinic cot, fully in emergency mode, Harvey barked at the farmer, "You need to wait in the lobby." Before turning and bringing his full attention back to the semi conscious man in front of him.

Later, Harvey went out to the waiting room, to find his ex wife sitting in the chair closest to the door, legs bouncing nervously and her eyes downcast; "I pumped his stomach and gave him fluids, he's in rough shape, but he's going to make it," the farmer sighed and sagged into the chair, looking like a wet, disheveled harvest day balloon, "thank Yoba." She breathed, then she stood to face him, Harvey continued, "I'm more worried about his mental health right now though, it's good that you brought him in when you did, or we would have a far more serious problem on our hands. I'm going to refer him to a therapist friend of mine in the city."

The farmer nodded, " I'm sure that's what he needs, thank you Harvey."

" Can I see him?"

Harvey looked a little dubious, " alright, but just for five minutes, he's going to need to rest, it's late, and he needs to stay overnight to replenish the fluids he's lost"

The farmer walked back to the sectioned off part of the clinic and kneeled down next to the cot, Harvey couldn't help but overhear their quiet conversation.

"Hey there Chicken Boy"

"Hey Farm Girl"

How you feeling?

I've had better days

Harvey says he can get you help, if your willing to take it, that is

I may just take him up on that

You're an asshole

And you still keep me around

I plan too, for a long time

Harvey cleared his throat and stepped around the divider

"It's time to give him some rest now"

The farmer nodded and turned back to Shane, smoothing his hair and dropping a kiss on his forehead before rising to leave; the small tender moment was not lost on Harvey and his heart wrenched, remembering a time when she touched him so sweetly.

†*****************†

Summer gave way to fall, and Harvey was living his life pretty much how he had before his marriage to the farmer, still popping into the saloon every now and then, 'everything was fine' he'd tell himself , and even he started to believe that. Until one night in the saloon.

He had been there nursing a drink when the farmer came in, as he turned around to see who was arriving, the farmer was scanning the faces in the crowd, her face lit up in a grin to see Shane at his usual spot and drinking a sparkling water; she took a step inside before her gaze landed on him, and she blanched, her lovely smile gone, she even took a step back, half turning to leave before steeling her resolve.

Hey Gus, can I have a beer here please?

As he slid the frosty mug to her, she turned and offered it to Harvey.

"I don't want your gift" he said.

"You're going to need it" was all she said before going to Shane, who wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss on the mouth, the farmer giggled and kissed him back; Harvey's hand drifted toward the beer.

"Can I have everyone's attention please?" The farmer shouted over the talking voices and the playing jukebox, when all eyes were on her she looked at Shane and got down on one knee, producing a mermaids pendant from her pocket, Shane turned blushed a deep red, his surprise almost audible, before he said "I accept!"

The whole saloon burst into cheers and everyone converged on the couple, voices overlapping with cheers and congratulations, Harvey downed the beer in a few gulps, turns out she was right, he did need it.

#Harvey stardew valley #Shane stardew valley #Stardew Valley

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cmzucchero · 4 years

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supercorptober day three: dancing

summary: Rossi invites the team to a Halloween party.

reader x bau

warning: drinks & partying

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“Jeez, these files are going to be the death of me. It seems like every one I do, three more shows up.” Emily says, slumping farther down into her chair.

Your team just came back from a case in Oregon and the whole floor was empty.

“It’s the spookiness of Halloween.” Penelope responds, spinning in Derek’s chair.

“Yeah, it sure is scary. ‘The paperwork that killed everyone’.” Prentiss chuckles

“Does anyone have any plans tonight?” JJ asked, walking into the bullpen.

“Depends on what your next sentence is.” Derek said, walking back from the kitchenette.

“Thankfully, I don’t come bearing bad news. I was just wondering before I have to go home and help Will put down the boys.”

“Well my plan does not involve any of you guys, no offense.” You said smiling, closing your last file.

“No offense taken.” Spencer said, clearly absent minded since he was messing with some trinkets on his desk.

“I’m glad I haven’t missed you guys!” Rossi said, walking out of his office.

A collective groan escapes the team’s mouth.

“Okay, okay, I’ll just cancel my party planners.” David said, putting up his hands and turning back into his office.

“Party? Like, Halloween Party? Like, one that won’t be on a plane going to another state to investigate freaky murder stuff?” Penelope stopped spinning and sat up in her (Derek’s) chair.

“Yup, Halloween party that will not be in a plane, but at my house.” David said, now facing the team again.

“And when will this amazing party be?” You said, leaning back in your chair and turning to face Rossi on the top of the catwalk.

“This Saturday, you guys know the place.” Smiling, Rossi turned on his heel and walked back into his office.

“Alright!” Was all Penelope said before jumping up and quickly walking back to her office.

“Shoot, shoot, shoot” It was the day of the party and you were late. You decided to dress up as Lucy from I Love Lucy during the grape crushing scene. You had decided to do the makeup last, and that was definitely a mistake seeing as though you haven’t worn lipstick in years and you sorta forgot how to apply it.

Finally, you make it to the door and do a mental checklist: costume, treats for the kids, wine, and a change of shoes. Perfect. You swing open the door and lock it behind you.

The drive was uneventful so to say you were a bit surprised when Penelope opened the door as Harley Quinn with all the boys behind her in the living room doing karaoke would be an understatement.

“Hi, Puddin’”

“Hey, Penny! You look so good!!”

“So do you, Lucy!”

You hand Penelope the bottle of wine while stepping into the decorated mansion. After entering the house, you can now hear that the boys were all singing Adele. Spencer and Derek dramatically fell and clutched their hearts everytime the chorus hit.

After watching the scene for a few more verses you decided to join the girls who were all indulging in the wine at the bar.

“Nice vampire, Prentiss.”

“Thankth” She said in response. A lisp being caused due to the fangs.

“And of course the angel is an angel.” You said towards JJ.

She just smiled, bringing her glass back up to her mouth.

“Well I’m on cloud 9 not having to endure another trick or treat fiasco.” JJ said after swallowing her wine.

All four of the girls cringe, remembering what happened last year when the whole team decided to take the kids trick or treating.

“Yeah, at least down this street they’ll be getting the king sized bars.” You pointed out.

Everyone agreed, then walked up to the dance floor now that the boys were done with their song.

Rossi put on some more music and everyone danced, and danced, and danced.

Your first partner was Penelope who was definitely hard to keep up with, so you moved over to Rossi. Somehow, the oldman bested you as well!

You took a break after a few more songs, meeting up with Spencer.

“Nice costume Captain Kirk” you said, nudging into Spencer

“Thanks, Lucy. You know, your episode of I Love Lucy was actually one of the most viewed episodes of the series. First one being ‘Lucy Goes to the Hospital.’”

“Actually, I did. I used to watch all of the documentaries of the show when I was younger.”

Spencer nods and takes another sip of his punch.

A new song comes on so you hold out your hand and pull him back out onto the dance floor.

You lost count how many times you danced with each member of the team. You also lost track of time. It wasn’t until the kids came back when you knew it was pretty late.

“Hold it right there Jason, Mickey, and Beetlejuice.”

Henry, Micheal, and Jack all waited, holding out their trick or treat bags. You tell them to shut the bags and they all get noticeably disappointed. You felt a bit guilty, but when you turned back around with a plate of cupcakes and saw how their faces lit up it all washed away.

You went back to the dance floor when JJ relieved Will of his trick or treat duties. For the rest of the night you all danced and sang, until people started to drop. Then, Rossi popped in a movie, ensuring the kids were all either gone or asleep.

Everyone woke up the next morning, some more hungover than others, and had a delicious breakfast that Rossi and Hotch prepared.

AN: thank you for taking the time to read my little blurb!! i am going to try to take part of this challenge even though i’m a tad bit late!! i posted the prompts on my page so let me know if you want to see any specifics! i hope you all enjoyed the reading!! i’m currently working on a request so if you guys have anymore, my requests are opennn!!! hope everyone has a spooky day!! <33

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds bau #bau #behavior analysis unit #supercorptober2020 #reader x bau

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strangerdeer · 5 years

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mm let’s try to post Barnaby x MC again shall we? seems some few can’t read it? Male MC x Barnaby was requested for the Celestial Ball!

“Well a date wouldn’t be wrong either to bring,” Barnaby said. “I could get hungry!” “I’m sure they have snacks there for you to eat,” MC looked up from his book. “I think you maybe should find a real date, so you won’t go there alone.” “You’re right as always MC,” Barnaby leaned down his head to the table. “who will you go with?” MC stared into Barnabys eyes and sighed. “No one. I’m not going.” “What? Why not?” “Because I’m awkward. Also I’m not good with people.” “But you are talking to me,” Barnaby pointed out. “and you are good with me.” “You are my best friend,” MC smiled kindly. “I’m good with you. But you will have fun at the Ball I promise.” Barnaby muttered something that MC couldn’t catch up but didn’t bother to ask Barnaby to repeat himself.

The two boys grabbed their bags and walked out from library, walked towards Herbology class. There Tonks was and waited. “Wotcher MC!” she said. “Ready to work another day with me?” “How could I pass to that,” MC stood beside Tonks, watching Barnaby standing next to Penny a bit further away. “So are you going with Barnaby?” Tonks asked. MC turned over quick to Tonks, his eyes was big and he felt his stomach twist a little. “What?” “You and Barnaby. On the Celestial Ball. You two would look great together!” “We aren’t go- I mean, I’m not going to the Ball.” “Really?” Tonks raised her eyebrows. “Barnaby seems excited about it, have he asked you to go there with him?” “No,” snapped MC. “because I told him I won’t go.” “Oh, quiet a shame.” MC just shook his head and glanced over at Barnaby. Did Barnaby want to go with him? He didn’t get to think much further before the class started. But it didn’t stop there with Tonks. “I think you should go,” said Rowan. “besides it only once in a lifetime.” And neither there. “I heard Barnaby wanted to ask you,” whispered Tulip to MC. Soon everyone of MC’s friends had asked him about him and Barnaby. And everytime someone asked, MC got more red in his face. MC walked out from their last class and sighed with reveal that he get to spend some quality time alone.

“Hey, MC,” or maybe MC thought that too soon. MC turned around and saw Barnaby jogging up to him. MC got already red in his face. Had people said these things to Barnaby too? What if Barnaby ask MC if MC has a crush on him? He have always liked Barnaby but have never dared to say anything incase it would break their friendship. “W-whatssup man,” MC tried to stay cool as possible. “The roof?” Barnaby pointed up towards the roof and MC just sighed but smiled at Barnaby. “No I mean, what’s going on?” “Oh right,” Barnaby smiled big. “I wanted to ask if you want to go to the Ball with me-” MC was stunned and looked up and down on Barnaby. Was this a joke by Tonks? Or perhaps Tulip who had got a Poly Juice. “I thought about what you said,” Barnaby took a step closer. “you aren’t good with people, expect me! It won’t be awkward if you go with me! We will have fun and if you want to, we can only talk to each other!” “Um,” was all that came out from MC’s mouth before he cleared his throat and actual spoke. “I said I didn’t want to go.” “But you can come with me,” Barnaby smiled. “we can have fun together! I want you to have the best night ever!”

And so the night came. MC was nervous as he stepped in to the Great Hall that was decorated with stars as the theme. He stood right next to the door, scanning the room to see if he could find Barnaby. “MC!” MC jumped a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Barnaby and he had the biggest smile on his face. He held out his arm and grinned. “What do you say gentleman? Shall we go inside?” “Barnaby,” MC gasped and slowly grabbed Barnabys arm. “where did you learn to talk like that?” “Oh Rowan helped me,” Barnaby said with proud and escorted MC in to the Ballroom. “do you want anything to drink? I can go and get some.” “Um, that would be really sweet. Thank you.” The whole night Barnaby acted kindly, more than usual. MC tried to brush it off but as fast he did it, Barnaby came with a new sweet comment or an actual flirt. MC thought to himself if Barnaby knew he was flirting or if he just said kind words that came out wrong. MC had to sit down, after standing for so long, and dancing, he felt tired in his legs. He looked over at Barnaby who was dancing with some of the few friends.

Maybe he do like me, MC thought to himself. The thought of Barnaby liking him made his heart beat faster and felt… happier. It would be really nice. It was there the big lights turned off. The Ballroom was dark and it was lightening up with stars. MC looked around, amazed by how beautiful the Great Hall was with thousands stars shining above them.

“MC,” MC turned his head towards. There stood Barnaby, holding out his right arm and had his left hand behind his back. Barnaby had a gentle smile on his face and leaned down towards MC. “may I ask you for this dance?” MC was hoping that Barnaby didn’t see him blush. “It is a slow dance.” “Yes,” Barnaby said proud. “we should dance to it!” MC let out an oh, and took Barnabys hand and Barnaby guided them out to the dance floor. When they came out there, MC stood there awkward, not knowing how to do this. Everyone was dancing slow dance and held each other, should he and Barnaby do that too? Where was he supposed to hold Barnaby? As if Barnaby had read his mind, Barnaby took hold of MC’s left hand, raised it to the level of MC’s eyes and took his right hand around MC’s back. MC’s right hand landed on Barnabys shoulder and they two looked into each others eyes while they danced. “You know,” Barnaby leaned into MC’s ear, breaking the eye contact. “I’m glad you came here with me.” MC looked over Barnaby’s shoulder, looking at everyone else who was dancing. “I’m glad you convinced me.” “The moment when Professor Dumbledore said there would be a Ball,” whispered Barnaby in to MC’’s ear with a soft voice. “my first thought was on you. To go here with you.” “Really?” MC was surprised by it and was almost taken back. “Yes. I think I like you?” Barnaby leaned back and looked at MC. “You have been there for me so long now, I like everything about you. Just like animal creatures, I love you.” “Y-you,” stuttered MC. “you do? I mean- I love you too. I just, I never wanted to ruin our friendship.” “Ruin it?” “Yeah, I didn’t think you liked me and it would be awkward if you didn’t like me back. But now I know that you like me so it isn’t awkward and-” MC was cut off by Barnaby who had give a quick peck on MC’ lips. Making MC total freeze and standing still. His cheeks were burning and his stomach twisted, he realised that Barnaby had just kiss him.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #barnaby lee #writing stuff you know

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suburban-satan · 5 years

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shit my friends say

So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!

2018 -d a d d y w i s e -well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon -GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT -I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox -what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now -I wanna give pot to a bird -I take pills without water -daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies -enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid -cum glaze -I hope you choke on MY meat -who hasn’t been on pornhub -(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito) -MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED -that omelet looks delouse -is semen a liquid or solid -iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK -vaginas are scary -what is menstruation -you should change your name to pussy something -my gay has been activated -“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one” -“do you like glazed or cream filled” -wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe -he is on too much fertilizer -sometimes cum is hot I know from experience -if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire -I don’t have a sonic fetish -can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock -aren’t dicks like cannons -who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton -honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room -does penis smell like garlic -she don’t swallow in this household -*downloading garrison nudes* -don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo -frickle my nipples -Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick -OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! Uwu We make a fucky wucky!! A wittle fucko boingo! The code monkeys at our headquarters are working VEWY HAWD to fix this! -“I’m big for an asian” -cockilicous -“His anal glands need milking” -fready flipper -FREADY FAPPER -daddy better make me choke -does Freddy freaker have a mutated alien dick -sonic breaks the sound barrier by beating his meat -the sun looks like it’s gon vore you -bootyhole exploration -is megalovania sex music -i like to drink cock -cum is just genital snot -penis musk -Shid piz and farbt -Bull + shit = sis it don’t add up -Hey don’t tell me at least once in your life you haven’t thought about being gently caressed across the genitalia by the kraken -I swallow boba like i swallow cum -I wuv fungus kun, the way he waps a awond my tosie wosies so tight! He’s gibing me a huggie!!!! Fungus kun gibes my tosies a new color too!!!! Wat a good fungus kun make my doki doki go “ UAU” heeheehee -eating banana with the banana peel -orang juce -father I want cheddar -don’t you just look at someone and think about how long their neck is -breathing is just boneless vaping -get outta here juuling criminal -yall ever succ a dick for juul pods -unironically drawing miss piggy -“Jack don’t let go 😱🤭🤭, jack sweetie 😐👀 if you let go 🙊🙈 you’re weave 🙀🙀 gone 😇😘💅” -I've been watching spooky movies for 5 hour -omg it’s daddy sans undertaker!!! -bröther -I ate my sister -are you'd's't've kidding me? -oh youtube please don't show me the shrek movies rn -My brother is calling me out on the family group chat for eating a bowl of peanut butter -Hamilton is best girl -get outta here you fuckin loyalist -what doesn’t cum have -drink flex seal and you won’t have to worry about a marriage -I feel water. -“Superfood or supergross? Is Sperm good?” -coochie hands gucci bands -just imagine trying to cast a spell and then you get disturbed by a banjo -toto africa is sex music now and everytime they say rain it’s just cum -y'all ever burp in your mouth and exhale it through your nose like a vaper -how dare them make my green senpai an honorable member of society -If you didn’t search big boobs video on google at least once are you really a Gen Z kid????? -laugh pussies -i’m watching the history of japan on pornhub -we have the same name because we are secretly the same person -what if you eat your phone and it’s all in your tummy -why would you ever think i’m not serious all the time you silly dragon but we’re both (my name) so we can be the silly dragon together -why would you wash your face before you go to bed when your tears wash it off for you *wooshing noises* -I want to drive a bus because I like busses -my shoe broke -why does everyone talk about the drugs i’m eating -i’m going to break her because she’s talking about smoking cocaine and I don’t like drugs -(stage whisper) metal heads live among us but we don’t know because they look like normal people -oh bye mr music teacher -the pussy? designer. cucci, if you will. -DID I HEAR S A N S P O R N -"i'm about to nay nay on your dead fucking corpse" -alert alert the toes are coming -you got a fucking problem with my 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬? -imagine using an oven for something designed for a microwave this post was made by the doesnt have much motivation gang -Please take my Minnesotan snow Wait that sounds like Minnesotan cocaine -when you funny scream -"dating the Bill of Rights for fun" is now exactly how I'm going to describe my hyperfixations -the penguin from fruit loops is a twink (bitch its a toucan) -if white cheese exists is there black cheese -What’s rosum opossum -whale cum -dicko mode -(GETTIN SOME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN THAT PUSS) -pennies more like penis amirite -It’s Sunday don’t forget to squeeze cheese on the cat -the grinch is dr seuss’s fursona -everyone is gangster until the trees start speaking vietnamese -big chungus is my dad -“if the apocalypse happened what would you do” “eat bees” -I'm tired as fuck but I gotta wait until it's 4:20 to go to bed -mom: you need to be reasonable and wait two hours before having another brownie me, stuffing my mouth full of brownie: br o w n y s -This honey in whole foods is in fucking comic sans -it's more likely that I'll guess someone is gay before I remember the existence of women -im gonna say it again for the people in the back:

i eat bees -Thanos penis, it's actually called a thenis -yort -uwu its the mowst thorstiewst time of the yeaw uwu -It is I Teh gromc -The gronk is here to say eat all the dish soap in the house -the grinch but he's wearing crocs the entire time -answer my question or else i will establish sans porn -You make him doki doki uwaaaaa!!!! -birdbox but all the bird sounds are replaced by cardi b noises -THE GROMPK IS TOO POWERFUL -consume ocean sauce -square up in judge judys court -half consumes ocean sauce -ice juce -frick stick -you guys wanna read undertale fanfiction -2019- -it might be 2019 but thats not gonna stop me from terrorizing my family's groupchat -(pineapple voice) first date idea: digest eachother -Wait dennys will arrest you for doing illegal things?? -pls purify me -my toes are very succulent today -two succs having flex two succs having sex my muscles my muscles involuntarily checks -f u r r y , N a s h . -Perfect for all occasions! Spill something on your nice shirt, give a messy blowjob, and sphagetti!!! -Do you want cum on your nice shirt??? -it would be nice if i had cum on my shirt -cocc succ machine -I KNOW TONGUE JUTSU -I feel like i’m in a meat prison -hi you obese elephant -plant porn is just flowey porn -We all love the out of the box 4am messages we get -YOU LIKE SNAS PEEPEE

#shit my friends say #shitpost #please help me #sans #I guess???#theres a lot of sans sorry #too many about peepee #enjoy #please dont be offended #bees #thanos #so sorry

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theyellowcurtains · 6 years

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New Years Rec List!

I did one of these a couple months back but I’ve read more since then!

It’s not yet new years, yet I’m doing this now anyways.

These are all amazing fics with such amazing authors. I’d like to say thank you to everyone who does write, read, draw, post, or has any contribution towards this fandom for keeping it alive and giving up content still even after the show is over. Thank you all so much, and I hope that there is still more to come.

(Starred fics are favourites!)

Chaptered Fics!

Come if you remember the way - Teatrolley (Non-explicit sex)

The first time Isak meets Even he’s fourteen, and a moving van is pulling up on the street outside of his house. Four years later he’s standing in an airport with their friends and Even’s parents. Even is going abroad for six months.

Or: Isak and Even are childhood friends who always seem to gravitate towards each other. Then everything else happens

if i knew it were true - smokeshop (@supermanplaining) (Heavy discussion/themes of mental illness)

They’ve both been broken. Even hates his brain and Isak hates his life, and the past is always lurking. Friends With Benefits AU where Isak loves Even and Even loves Isak, but they’re afraid to make it work.

Keep Your Eyes On Me - obscurial (Explicit Sex)

“Okay, I think I’ll start now,” he chirps, smiling widely at the camera, and suddenly, his entire demeanour changes. His smile drops to a sultry smirk, eyes glazed with lust and desire. Even feels a familiar tight feeling in his pants, and without removing his gaze from the screen, he carelessly throws his unwanted jeans onto the ground by his bed.

“Who wants to play with me first?” Isak murmurs, tongue darting out to wet his pink lips.

Isak is a camboy, and Even is a new viewer.

The five people who got to know and love Isak and the one who loved him all along - hannakin

The five people who got to know and love Isak and the one who loved him all along. A tale of Isak Valtersen through the perspective of others.

Vivid in Black and White* - Fxckxxp (@fxckxxp) (Mild sexual content)

In a Hei Briskeby video prank taken too far, Isak meets Even for the first time down on one knee—asking for his hand in marriage.

ivory* - evenvaltersen (Explicit Sex)

“Would that make you relax? A nice orgasm?” Isak nods, curling up impossibly closer to Even and Even almost wants to cry at the softness of it all, at how tiny and snuggly Isak looks in that pink, too big hoodie. “Alright, baby. How do you want it?”

//or: isak’s stressed. fingering makes him calm down.//

take me as i am - argentae (@minjard)

He isn’t crushing, and nevertheless this guy has become a Problem, because whenever he’s on shift he’s made it increasingly difficult for Isak to really spend his time productively. Sure, he could just find another place to study but he likes the access to coffee here even though he actually kind of hates the bitterness of it and he’s just not going to let himself get swept aside because of this guy.

In summary: Isak has been suffering. Terribly.

I Feel It When You Look At Me*** - photographer_of_thoughts (@nikkimikki) (Explicit Sex)

“Did you hear about the new guy?” Jonas asked, motioning over to the other side of the cafeteria. Isak looked up and became rather breathless at the sight of the tall, blonde, and totally gorgeous boy wearing sunglasses. Wait. Sunglasses? Inside? “Must suck to be the new transfer and blind. I hope someone is helping him find all his classes.”

Or, Isak and Even learn to see each other.

The Weight Of Us - verlore_poplap (Not sure, may be Explicit Sex, Cheating is there)

Isak finally takes the plunge towards what’s seemed like an inevitability for almost ten years.

Of course that’s when some guy comes along and ruins everything.

—

Isak Valtersen is literally the last thing Even’s life needs right now.It pretty horrifying how hard that is to remember, everytime he’s around.

Blanket Fort Gospel* - Sabley (Explicit Sex)

Isak Valtersen met the love of his life when he was eleven years old. It was a truth he had long tried to deny, but it was the truth nevertheless.

Lovesick* - Sabley (Explicit Sex)

Even is absolutely not making up excuses to take his daughter to see the hot new pediatrician. (Except he totally is.)

Or 5 times Even’s daughter wasn’t actually sick and 1 time she was.

Wish You Were Mine - cuteandtwisted (Pretty sure this just has sex jokes)

“You’re after my heart, aren’t you?” said Even, leaning against the bar counter. “I thought we had already established that,” Isak smiled.

Or Even is Isak's favorite bartender and there's some mutual pining involved.

One Part Wonders!

Netflix and Chill - colazitron (No smut! Just so sweet omg)

Even's one night stand's bed is far too comfortable to leave the morning after.

can you blow my whistle, baby.* - milominderbinder (@milominderbindered) (Sex Jokes only)

It's a normal Friday night in Isak's life. Just five guys, hanging out drunk at McDonalds in the middle of the night, talking about blowjobs, trying to deep-throat coke bottles. That sort of thing.

And if floorboards speak, the kiss on my cheek - Teatrolley

Even makes every place feel like home.

Or: Isak and Even’s relationships, throughout Kollektivet’s seven rooms

the right to call this home* - argentae (@minjard) (So soft)

“I told her about you,” Even tells Isak on a Monday night. They’ve just had dinner and Isak is lying with his head on Even’s lap, complaining about one of his professors (because what else is new).

“Who?” Isak asks, furrowing his brow.

Even looks down on him and raises his eyebrows, waiting for the penny to drop and—

Oh.

Isak sits up so quickly he almost headbutts Even’s chin.

(or four times Isak is nervous about Hanna and one time he isn’t)

For Sonja, With Love - obscurial

The inscription baffles Isak to his core – who exactly was this Sonja, and what on earth made her want to leave such a beautiful expression of love by his charity shop’s doorway?

(An au where Isak runs a charity shop, and finds one of Even's paintings at his doorstep.)

when i’m close to you (we blend into my favourite colour) - Behindthecities (@vanqoh)

In which Isak and Even are boy-friends with a hyphen in the middle. //or the the 5 times Isak forgets that he’s not dating Even and the 1 time he does something about it.

thoughts of unruly curls and plush lips - reasoniwantyoutostay (Explicit Sex)

Isak and Even get consumed by thoughts of each other before meeting up for the Halloween pre-game.

AKA What happened before 21:21

Series!!

Technology - skambition (Explicit Sex)

Basic Summary: Isak and Even’s relationship over years and years and years. The second part of the series covers Even going to school in London and Isak and Even starting their journey in a long-distance relationship. The third part of the series is their life after they stop living so far apart and how their relationship develops over time.

Sesong 5: EVEN - XioNin (@xionin) (Mentions of: Sex, Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Drug Use, Suicidal Thoughts)

Interviewer: Now we’ve gotten a little Isak and Even clip this season (4) too. But is there something you feel is missing, is there something you’d wish to tell?

Henrik Holm: Through the character Even? Oh my god Even is such a complex character that he should have had his own season. But, now there wont be any more seasons. So I still feel there’s a lot Even could have told, and a lot he could have taught others. Through his story. So of course. I’m sure I could have played this character for years. But it’s weird that it’s over.

I agree, Henrik. This is for you...

Santa, Baby******* - empty_venom (@isyakivaltersen) (Very VERY Explicit Sex, Sub/Dom Dynamics)

Basic Summary: Isak makes Even a special advant calander where each day has a different sex act. It goes through a lot of things, as well as a real life situation disruption. It is all well written and probably one of the best and most committed I’ve seen someone to a series.

Unfinished!

Alphabet Aerobics - nofeartina (@nofeartina) (Explicit Sex)

It starts with something Magnus says. Because of course it does.

“I bet you two have the most adventurous sex,” he says and looks at Isak with stars in his eyes.

Do they really? Isak's suddenly not so sure.

Or the one where Isak makes them explore sex using the letters of the alphabet.

When you’re near to me - skambition (Part of the technology series, Explicit Sex)

"Darling, when you're near to me this hope is everything and only you can save the day just because you're here and the world will disappear."

A story about Isak and Even and their beautiful future together.

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skippers-adventures · 4 years

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Origin Story

Hi! My name is Rebecca, this is a blog for my horse, Skipper. He is a 12y/o walking horse. He doesn’t show or anything, but we trail ride. He has quite a few issues, and I’m hoping that this blog will help me keep track of everything I’m doing, since there is ALOT going on.

I bought Skipper almost 11 years ago when he had just turned two years old. I was 14 and a complete n00b. I had always wanted a horse, but I didn’t have any money or anywhere to keep him/her. My mother, on the other hand, had a horse growing up. He was a beautiful Arabian thoroughbred cross named Dennis. As a kid, I was so jealous that my mom was just given this horse by a man her father knew. I just knew I had to get one too. No matter what.

When I was around 11, my mom got a job as a supervisor for a company called Service Master. She oversaw the cleaning of fire and water damaged houses. The work was easy enough, and her employees weren’t the greatest, so she employed three of her best cleaners she knew. Her children. I didn’t mind working. After all, I was saving up for a goal. She started me at $5/hr. Which looking back, I should’ve asked for more but I was 11, so I couldn’t complain. I mean, how many 11 year olds do you know that have a job? Unfortunately, being that young, I wasn’t very good with the money I earned. I’d save up a bunch and then blow it all on littlest pet shop or Bella Sara trading cards (I still have to this day).

Fast forward two years, I finally got my shit together and saved every penny I earned. I had since been hired on, by my mothers boss, to come help out after school. I was bumped up to $10/hr, and it was all under the table. I was starting to get discouraged the closer I got to my goal. I had the money but still nowhere to keep a horse if I had ever gotten one. My parents knew that was my ultimate goal in life, but they didn’t seem to take me seriously.

Then one day, I came downstairs to my mom looking at horses online for sale! You can imagine my excitement. She found a beautiful grey(pure white) gelding near us, but the owners wouldn’t answer the phone. (Looking back I’m so glad I didn’t get a grey horse) then, we asked about a 10 year old mare. The owners kept raising the price everytime we talked to them, then wouldn’t stick to a day for us to go look at her. So we moved on to a horse a few counties down. He was black and very sweet, his name was Rebel. I liked him well enough, but he had a gash in his leg so we politely told the owner we would have to pass.

I was getting concerned I’d never find the right horse. I wanted that instant connection people talked about in books. Like love at first sight but deeper. A few nights before, I had prayed to God to help me find the right horse. Being 13, I was very specific. I wanted a horse like Sonyador, or Dreamer from the Dakota Fanning movie. After work one day, we were driving home and I was pretty depressed. Which for me, is pretty noticeable. I talk a lot, and I have a very big personality. So, when I stop talking and stare out the window, you know something isn’t right. My mother, the wonderful person she is, noticed. She looked back at me and said, “Hey, I think I saw a ‘horses for sale’ sign up the road. Wanna go check it out before we go home?” I was skeptical, but thought “what the hell” so we passed by the house and went down a road we only ever went on to go to the flea market every now and then.

Sure enough, there was the sign. “HORSES FOR SALE” The second I saw it, I got butterflies. Mom pulled over, called the number, and after a brief conversation, she pulled down the driveway. It was a beautiful little brick house, with trees surrounding the yard. As we pulled down the drive, mom said “it sounded like I woke him up from a nap, or he’s drunk.” So my first thought was a fat man around 40.

The man that met us at the gate, was not at all what I expected. He was very old for one, and very thin.He walked with a cane, so slow you thought he didn’t want to mess up his neatly combed grey hair. Watching him walk was almost painful, it seemed as if every step hurt him. When we got to the gate, he slowly opened it, and waved us through. As we passed through, he told us to go on up to the barn to meet everyone.

The barn was an old pole barn. Bright red with a newer white tin roof. All the horses were there waiting for us under the trees to escape the hot sun. When we got out of the car the old man had somehow caught up to us, and an old woman was close behind him. If I spoke to them that day, I can’t remember. The man’s name was Dale and the woman was Penny. Dale had the kindest eyes a human could have. Penny stayed back but she seemed a very kind person.

They walked me over to the pasture, opened the gate and told me to go in. The first horse that fought my eye was a tri color horse named Drummer. He was a tall bay horse with big white spots and a black and white mane that looks like a Halloween wig. He turned out to be their son’s horse. Disappointing but oh well. I turned my attention to the next horse, a chestnut mare with a white blaze and stare, named Cricket. She was the sweetest one. Kept nuzzling my arm so I’d pet her. We decided on her since she was so sweet, and I went home extra excited because it was finally happening.

A few days later, we get a call from Dale, saying he won’t sell me Cricket. His son went to ride her and told us, “I would’ve sold tickets if I had know she was gonna do that! So I can’t sell her to a yougin in good conscience. I’ve got another young horse, he just came back from training with his brother Drummer. He should be a good fit.” So we went down, since they lived down the road a bit, to look at the third horse.

When mom and I got there, Dale waved us down to the barn. He was watching someone riding a sorrel horse out in the field. He told us that his son, Stan was riding the horse he wanted us to look at to make sure he wouldn’t do anything crazy like Cricket. As they got closer, I noticed how small he was. He was just barely 14 hands. His coat was bright red and he had one white foot in the back. He had a small, gentle face with a white star and snip. He was beautiful. As soon as we made eye contact, I knew.

I walked up to him and pet his nose. The butterflies got worse then died as soon as I touched him. He was the one. I found my horse. I didn’t speak, I only looked at him. Then I heard Dale say, “His name is Skipper.” The rest is ancient history.

This is our origin story. It only dawned on me a few years later, that he in fact, looks like Sonya from Dreamer. (Not trying to get religious but that’s pretty cool if you ask me.)

So, fast forward to a few years ago, I moved 45 minutes away from him and I haven’t been riding near as much as I should. And last year I found out my spine is broken, then when I started getting better I got fourth degree burns in a grease fire. That’s a story for another time though. I was bed ridden for half a year due to my back and burns. This is the first time in a long time that I am physically able to seriously take care of him. He is EXTREMELY sensitive to bugs, gets itchy scabs on his legs every summer, and has SERIOUSLY bad thyroid issues. I start getting serious today. I’ll post a pic of him after I finish up at the barn to show just how fat he is 😖.

This was us in 2012. He grew to be 16 hands.

#horses #origin story #chunky #thyroid issues in horses #mystery illness #itchy #long read #horse #a little girls dream #dream come true

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cookies-hetaoni · 7 years

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This is a rant but, like, you know. It would be nice if you read, if, like. You have patience and time? idk lmao

(adm: Hey guys!! Some things are kind of getting out of control, and honestly I don’t even know where to start, but...! I’m putting this under a cut because it’s so long lmao [I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE]

First thing’s first: this blog was originally created to keep you updated on the progress of the making of my own version of HetaOni [holy cow, that’s a lot of “of”s]. It was released on December 26th, 2016. So, since then, all I’ve been doing is answering asks.

First the asks were about the game, glitches and all that. When people started to praise my art saying they liked how I drew a certain character, I drew them said character as a thank you for the compliment. And somehow, my art has become the main attention of this blog.

It makes me extremely happy that everyone enjoys my art so much, and even more happy when people remember I spent so much time working on the game [lmao], but, guys. Listen. I do not mind getting requests at all, but please understand that I am busy, I have a life and I when I have free time, I want to focus on working on HetaOni and its sequel.

People who have been following me since the beginning might remember I used to say that the reason I was rushing so much to finish and release the game was because I knew that this year I wouldn’t have nearly as enough time as I had last year. And this is exactly what’s happening. I made another post the other day talking about what I was working on regarding the game and the sequel, but now I’m going to tell you a bit of my personal life. Which is not much, to be quite honest.

I am a 21 year old student attending to a Graphic Design course in university, which is set to end in December 2018. It’s a really quick course, so I have to respond just as quickly. Every week I have a lot of work to do for it, now even more so since my class chose me as the class rep [I had absolutely no say in it tbh lmao but that’s okay]. So yes, you get the picture. Picture a Cookie running back and forth, carrying things around while helping my classmates.

Now, because I have depression and other mental health issues, I have to go to both a psychologist and a psychiatrist. I have to go to the psychologist every week, and to the psychiatrist once every month to get meds prescriptions. Imagine a Cookie, running back and forth carrying things around, helping my classmates and having to take meds and go to appointments to try to live life a little bit more normally.

Not only do I have these problems, but things have been going on in my family that have been making me feel even worse. I swear to all that’s looked upon as Holy in this world that I have NEVER been more stressed in my entire life. Never, ever. I’m currently experiencing overwhelming stress while having to deal with uni, health care and personal problems.

To top it off, the country I live in, especially the city I live in, is extremely dangerous. Just so you have an idea, last year my mom’s car and all of my sister’s and her documents/money/credit cards were stolen right in front of my house, while she was getting her car out of the garage. Last week, as I was coming home from uni, there were cops everywhere in my street and a bunch of people gathered together. We heard there was shooting while theives tried to steal someone else’s car. My neighbor’s dog has been killed recently when theives attempted to get inside their house. My neighbor was killed two years ago when he was painting his gate.

So now, imagine Cookie, running back and forth carrying things, having to help my classmates, while having to deal with uni, health care, personal problems and the risk of being killed/assaulted at any time, any day, anywhere. Not really fun, huh?

Well, let’s all be honest. All of this isn’t really a big deal. No, really, it isn’t. Literally everyone have their own problems to deal with, and just because I’m exposing my own doesn’t make it any more serious than anyone else’s problems. In all honesty, even with all of this going on I am still extremely grateful for having a house, clean water, access to education and health care, a family and being someone competent enough that people can rely on. All of us have it hard, and it’s only natural. If things were easy, we wouldn’t be able to experience emotions to its fullest, amiright?

The same way my problems aren’t more important than anyone else’s, that doesn’t make it any less heavy either. Everyone’s said this before, everyone says this constantly and in 80 years, people will continue to say: Life is hard. We are only one, yet the world demands we work as if we were one hundred. But we are not.

Why am I telling you all of this? I could’ve just summed it up and said I was busy, right? Well, I did make a post telling you I was busy before, but people still seemed not to care much. Which is totally fine, I guess. It’s not like it’s anyone’s obligation to care for other’s lives, anyway. Especially since a blog like mine is supposed to create entertaining content. If I offer you something you like to see then you’ll obviously want to see more, because entertainment is most definitely a thousand times better than having to deal with problems.

I am not writing this to complain about the asks I get, or that I want you guys to stop sending me asks or anything of the sort. I am just trying to explain that I do not have time to answer you immediately. That’s all.

I don’t delete any of the asks I get [unless it’s people sending me useless criticism - aka bitching at me for nothing], so it’s not like I forgot about you. So you don’t need to send me the same asks over and over again- this has happened multiple times, probably with different people. I get it, you want your request, I will do it but I just don’t have as much free time as I wish I had.

As I said in the beginning of this post, I created this blog to focus on HetaOni and on its sequel, so that’s what I’m trying to do. If I spend all of my time answering asks, I won’t be able to work on the game and I’ll have to deal with solving glitches for everyone and not getting any work done. And besides all of this I have to do, I also need to work on commissions.

I very much probably made it obvious that I do not have money. I have to gather every single penny I have to be able to pay for my school. If I couldn’t pay it myself, my mom would surely help me. The thing is, I don’t want her to, because I know she doesn’t have money either. All of it goes to pay for the house itself, its expenses, her car, food, bills, and my sister’s uni. She already has her hands full, so I’m trying my best to keep myself standing still. My friends know already that I love my mom unconditionally. She’s everything to me, I would give my life for her in the blink of an eye. I love her a billion more times than I could ever wish to love myself. She is trying very hard to keep everything under control. I’m not going to go much farther on this subject because it would get too personal, and it’s not really necessary for me to share this much information. All you need to know is I am trying my best to earn money so I can pay for school myself and give my mom one less problem to worry about. And earning money is NOT easy.

I don’t have a job. I couldn’t find one because of my mental health issues. Now I am a bit better than before so i started job-hunting again, but with no luck until now. All I can do is rely on commissions, the Patreon account I created just recently and on the donation button I added in the page, though I don’t really expect anyone to actually donate to be completely honest. It’s literally all I can do to earn money, besides selling some of my things.

Making art takes a lot of time. Requests usually take me at least 2-3 hours each. I enjoy drawing requests very much so, I just love drawing with all my heart and whenever I get positive feedback from you guys, I feel like everything is worth it. As much as I love this feeling and wish to hold on to just this, I can’t pay for my university with emotions. More than I love drawing, I love my mom. And if it’s to make the weight she carries even a little bit lighter, I will do whatever it takes to keep steady on my feet by myself, until someday I can earn enough to take care of all of her financial problems and give her the proper life she deserves to live.

I’m not begging you for money. You do not have the obligation to give me financial support, especially because I know a lot of my followers are underage, that art is often not appreciated enough to be seen as something worth investing on and that money is just something VERY hard to attain. Not everyone can afford commissions, being a patron or donating. It’s just natural. That’s why I like to draw requests. I myself am someone that would love to offer financial support to a lot of my favorite artists, but I can’t. Even so, I have to talk about it everytime because I just don’t have another choice.

I am also not writing all of this to make you feel sorry for me, or to create drama or whatever. I am just being completely honest with you, and the length of this post just goes to show how absolutely stressed I have been trying to keep my life in order.

The only reason I am writing all of this is asking you guys to be patient. I WILL answer your asks, but please, just be patient. I’m trying my best to always get as much done as I can whenever I have free time, but I only have two hands. Art isn’t just magically created. It takes time, effort and lots of love for me to come up with answers for you. A lot of you already told me to take my time, not to worry about it and not to stress myself, but it’s kind of impossible not to. To each ask I answer, I get 3. I can never clear my inbox. When I tried closing it, even though I made a post about it, everyone came talking to me personally saying they couldn’t send me asks. I’m not the type of person who forgets about things easily. You could’ve asked me for something 10 years ago and I would still remember about it today- because you asked something for me, and I have 100% intention of doing it. I just need time and inspiration.

So please understand if I take long to answer your requests, or if I turn down a request because it would normally be considered a commission. I’m trying my best. I keep repeating that over and over again, but it’s not something I say just out of habit- I really am trying my best.

I appreciate your asks. I appreciate your support. I appreciate you taking your time to write something for me. Recreating this game and creating this blog was honestly the best idea I could’ve ever had. Interacting with you and creating art that causes positive emotions on both of us is what gives my life meaning. I am holding onto this fandom as if it were my life, because it gives me joy and the feeling I actually matter to someone, that I do things that some people care about and that’s what’s helping me get through the hard times. I love this game, I love this fandom, I love this blog and I love you. All I want from you is patience and understanding. If you want to do something for me, just show you care. Reblogging my art and getting other people to see it is a great way to do that. I just want to get someone to smile with my art and hope to make their day a little bit better. Life sucks for everyone, but we’re all in this together.

But jesus this was a HUGE rant lmfao I am so sorry for all of this. I just needed to write all of this down. If you actually read it until the end, thank you so, so much for your time. I really appreciate it, and hope you have a great week!!!)

#update #adm: i'm sorry lol

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alexrodriguespage · 6 years

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The Front Door Saga: Part 2

Oh hey! So um, this is awkward. Remember when I shared my Front Door Part 1 post? No? That’s cause it was 2 months ago!!!

Sheesh guys, that’s crazy!

So since it’s been a while, lets recap (or you can read the full post here)

I found my dream doors on pinterest, couldn’t find them anywhere for purchase, had them bid out, cried a few tears because they were $9000, found some pretty ok doors at an antique store, started to make some customizations on them. And now it’s now.

We removed the giant vent panel on the bottom of the doors and added a cross piece to separate it into 2 panels. This added more character and upped the vintage vibe.

One of the things that I was so drawn to about the inspo doors was the heavy moulding detail. I’ve never considered myself much of a moulding lover, until the Merc changed my heart and now I just can’t get enough!!

All of the moulding that we’re using in the whole space came from Home Depot, but I couldn’t find something thick and chunky enough for these doors so our door guy (Clint from Quarter Sawn) made some custom for us, it’s not the cheapest thing (I think it was around $5/foot). But because he was making the inserted panels and the moulding all of the measurements could be exact. It made our lives so much easier when we went to assemble it!

I’ve never experienced moulding being made. Want to learn?!

You start out by ordering (or designing) a knife that has the profile of the pattern that you want on it.

2 of them are put into a cylinder that is part of this beasty machine, think Santa can fit one of those underneath a Christmas tree?

The boards (ours were made out of poplar) were cut to an exact size and then fed through the moulding maker.

Cool right?!

Once all of the detail was in the top, he ran it through a second machine that cut the corner out so that it would fit snug against the frame and hold the recessed panel in place.

Then he bundled everything up and sent us on our way!

Here are some shots of the repair work that we had done on the doors. The mortise locks were filled, pealing veneer was repaired, and everything was sanded smooth!

We laid the doors out horizontally and got to work cutting the moulding to fit the panel holes. These were the exterior sides of the doors, which means no nails.

All of the moulding got a healthy dose of wood glue (we use Titebond III) and clamped into place. We were using C clamps but needed more and splurged on these Dewalt ones. We’ve used them countless times since and they are worth every penny! (We weren’t so sure they would be so we left the tags on, that’s why they’re pictured below )

The next morning we came back, flipped the doors over and put a continuous bead of silicone on the backside of the moulding.

Then we put our panels in place.

The silicone adds a good amount of gapping because it’s so thick so we found that wiggling the board back and forth for a bit helps it to spread out.

Then we added our second set of moulding. We didn’t put another round of silicone on the panel for the moulding, because this was the interior side we used wood glue and finishing nails to hold it in place.

Because we couldn’t clap this round the way we did the first one, we used scrap wood and clamped a board across the sides to hold it in place while the glue dried. Just make sure that you have something between the board and your trimwork so that it doesn’t dent…like a Happy Meal box. (In the pic below we only had one side clamped but Brem was just so cute I had to post it. #renovationreality

Look at the difference between trim that was clamped and trim that hasn’t been clamped yet. It’s SUPER important to get a solid seal to protect against water and weather, and it looks 100x better. (This is before caulking)

When youre doing this make sure to clean the silicone out from the other side of the door.

We ordered new glass for the windows (because code requires it to be double paned) so we put one side of moulding on and waited until the glass came. One trick we learned (the hard way but thankfully not too late to course correct) is to paint the backside of the moulding before you put the glass in. Otherwise you can see the wood through it. #lifelessons

We intstalled our glass using silicone and nailed the inside trim into place with our finish nailer. After the broken window fiasco you can bet that I was a crazy woman everytime Court shot a nail. Serious PTSD folks. Next post (soon! not in 3 months) is all about painting and choosing our hardware!

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