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hotmessmaxpress · 2 days

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Today during the podium celebrations with the VR46 team I thought "damn it must be hard for Luca to see that from P17 and a different team" and then I thought "they should have sex about it".

So here's some Bezz/Luca

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Luca knew that the transition with Honda would be a challenge. He wasn’t stupid; Vale may hate him, but Marc Marquez is one of the best riders in the history of the sport. If he couldn’t tame the bike, Luca isn’t arrogant enough to assume he’d be able to get on it and succeed immediately.

He hadn’t expected it to be this bad, though.

P17, only because everyone below him had DNF’d. The most consistent thing about the bike seems to be riding it into last place.

Bezz is on the podium. A triumphant P3, behind Pecco and Marquez. Luca can hear the celebrating and cheering as he goes through his post-race motions. He’s not next door to Bezz anymore– no matter how much he wants to appear in his box and wrap him up in a prosecco-soaked hug, he can’t. He’s a Honda rider now; he has team debrief and responsibilities.

He keeps himself cool and professional as always, giving practical feedback and reaffirming his confidence in the team’s ability to turn things around. He’s exhausted by the time he’s finally done with his responsibilities, and he can tell by the noise level that the celebrations have made their way from Bezz and Pecco’s respective boxes to some other location.

He checks his phone and finds a drunken flurry of texts from Bezz, and suddenly the emotion of everything hits at once.

He knows Honda was the right move. He knows in his bones that it was right for him to move on, out of Vale’s shadow and into a team that he can make his own.

That doesn’t make it easy. VR46 was home; the team were an extension of his family. Hell, Uccio has known Vale longer than Luca has been alive. Everyone involved with the team was comfortable and warm and loved him.

Luca tells himself that he can love Honda but also miss his family. It’s like moving away from your childhood town to work in a big city, he thinks.

He misses Bezz like a limb. He wants desperately to celebrate with Bezz, to feel his face tucked into his neck the way he does when he’s so happy. He misses the sound of his laugh and the little gap between his teeth when he smiles. He wants to dig his hand into Bezz’s hair and rub his head like he’s a puppy.

Bezz facetimes him when he’s back at the hotel. Luca debates about answering, too busy allowing himself an evening to wallow before he wakes up and heads back to the track for testing in the morning.

When he does answer, he’s surprised to find that Bezz isn’t at a bar. He also doesn’t appear to be drunk, in the way Luca expected. He wonders if Vale’s presence looming over the team made them a little more cautious with the partying the night before a testing day.

Bezz is in his own hotel room.

“Luca,” he whines. “You didn’t tell me I did a good job.”

That startles a laugh out of Luca.

“I’m sorry. Good job,” Luca obliges. Bezz huffs, and Luca smiles at the pout on his face.

“I don’t like that you don’t tell me after races now. Although I guess I haven’t been doing a good job this season until today,” he rambles.

Luca laughs again.

“You’ve been doing great, Bezz.” That he himself is the one who hasn’t been doing great is left unsaid. “I’m sorry I can’t tell you every race, now. I’ll have to remember to text you.”

Bezz shakes his head.

“No, I want you to tell me in person.”

“You left,” Luca says feebly. “Before I was done with Honda.”

Bezz seems even more annoyed by that, and Luca gets the feeling that everything he’s said so far is wrong.

“What is your hotel number?”

Luca laughs, but then he sees Bezz is serious,

“Bezz, it’s late. We have testing tomorrow.”

“I don’t care,” he argues. “I just want to see you. Please? I got a podium today and I want to see you.”

Longing squeezes Luca’s chest and he quietly gives Bezz his room number. Bezz hangs up and appears five minutes later at Luca’s door. Luca lets him in, and he barely has the door closed before Bezz has wrapped himself around Luca and tucked his face into his neck.

Luca relaxes into the hug, happy to have Bezz in his arms. He missed him so dearly. It hasn’t even been that long; only a few months of racing on different teams. It feels like they’ve been separated for a lifetime.

If Luca really thinks about it, this is the first time they’ve been alone together since they both raced on the same team. Since announcing he was riding for Honda and changing his training routine, he had seen Bezz mostly with the other academy riders.

Neither of them are in a hurry to let go.

Luca is the first to pull away, but only to force Bezz to kick his shoes off and climb onto the bed with him. Bezz seems happy with that plan, and he grabs the television remote before pushing and pulling Luca into a position that he’s happy with. Then he flops down on top of Luca.

Luca’s heart is racing at the feeling of Bezz’s body on top of his, even as Bezz finds some Spanish show with English subtitles that he knows neither of them have the brainpower to follow.

Bezz seems content to tuck his face into Luca’s neck, and Luca can’t help but smile.

“Bezz?” he asks.

Bezz sits up. Their faces are too close, but neither of them move apart.

“You did a good job today,” he breathes, unable to take his eyes away from Bezz’s.

Bezz grins, toothy and happy, then he leans up, pressing on Luca’s chest hard enough to knock the breath out of him, and presses his lips to Luca’s mouth.

Luca pushes back against Bezz, taking the weight off of his chest, and he rolls Bezz so he’s laying on his back. He leans over Bezz, bracketing him with his arms, and continues kissing him. He’s not entirely sure where this came from; why Bezz decided to do this now.

He can’t say he’s never gotten the impression that Bezz could be interested in him; they used to spend hours and hours together, and there were many times that felt like they came close to something.

Apparently all it took was one Bezz podium for them to finally overcome their hesitations.

Bezz tastes and smells amazing, and now that Luca has experienced it he’s not sure he will ever be able to let him go. He sucks a mark on Bezz’s neck, and bites at his collarbone.

He thinks of their matching scars.

“Luca,” Bezz groans.

Luca smiles against Bezz’s neck.

“Yeah?”

Bezz rolls his hips up, demanding attention, and Luca tuts.

“Impatient,” he teases.

“I got a trophy today,” Bezz whines. “I deserve an award.”

Luca laughs and kisses him.

“You deserve the world,” he says. It’s corny but he means it, and judging by Bezz’s grin he understands.

Luca decides it’s imperative that he immediately get his hands on Bezz. He sits up to tug at Bezz’s clothes, and there’s an awkward few moments of shuffling and laughing as they both manage to get out of their clothes. They’re both out of breath and laughing, and Bezz basically tackles Luca onto his back on the bed.

He straddles Luca, and Luca pulls him down to kiss him. Bezz wiggles happily on his lap and Luca laughs into the kiss, teeth knocking together.

Bezz presses his face against Luca’s cheek, and they both laugh.

Luca reaches down, wrapping a hand around Bezz’s cock. It startles a choked moan out of the smaller man, and Luca grins in satisfaction.

Luca knows they won’t have sex tonight; not with a lack of lube and with the responsibility of an entire day of testing tomorrow. Still, his brain is dominated by desire to make Bezz come.

The angle is off, but he spits in his hand and starts pumping Bezz’s cock while he uses his other hand to tug Bezz’s mouth back to his.

Bezz adjusts his position, and Luca is able to take his own cock in hand with Bezz’s. The feeling of rutting against Bezz, breathing into his mouth, smelling him around him, is nearly enough to make Luca come immediately.

He manages to hold off for a bit longer, but neither he nor Bezz last long. Soon they’re both spilling over Luca’s hand, gasping into each other’s mouths.

Bezz immediately starts laughing, and collapses to the side. Luca wipes his hand on his chest, catching his breath and joining Bezz in his giggles.

“Let’s shower and sleep,” he suggests.

Bezz whines but allows Luca to tug him into the bathroom. Luca delights in soaping Bezz up, running his hands across his body and lapping water from his collarbones. He loves the way Bezz laughs, and they spend too much time messing around in the shower.

When they finally get out and dry off, they tangle themselves together back in bed.

Bezz lays down and holds his arms out, and Luca lays down on top of him, face pressed into his neck.

“I’m proud of you,” he mumbles into Bezz’s neck.

“Thank you,” Bezz breathes, running a hand through his hair.

They drift into easy sleep together soon after.

#marco bezzecchi #luca marini #what is their ship name?#mb72 #lm10

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goldenhypen · 2 years

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hello 🫶🏻

#had a long day yesterday and another one today but i have some free time rn so i’ll catch up on some things 🫶🏻#also guys 🤩#only two more drabbles left to post for my 2k event !!! 🤩#almost there omg this is surreal skdsjdjs #so i’ll post one today and one tomorrow #and then it’s done 🥹#THIS IS LIKE A MILESTONE WITHIN ITSELF #IT FEELS SURREAL SKSJSJSJ #em speaks

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ask-imaginary-dreamers · 9 days

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*Destino swaggered up to the group of Pokémon, confidently smug grin plastered on their face. They were ready to cause a little chaos.*

Destino: Wow, who decided to bring the odd squad together. I don't think I've ever seen a weirder bunch of Pokémon in a group before. Funny how friendship can form from being the misfits of Pokémon society. It's hilarious to me. Though I wouldn't be surprised if this whole friendship thing ended for you, considering how different you all are.

And are you having a picnic? Ha. Who decided that was a good idea?

“What the hell kind of loser just walks up to a group of people and insults them? Are you asking for a fight? Cause if you’re looking for an Energy Ball to the face, I’d be more than happy to give you one.”

@ask-the-royal-absol

#pokeask #pokemon askblog #pokemon ask blog #ic #answered ask #ask-the-royal-absol #fade houndoom #begonia deerling #flicker zorua #casey grookey #and last ask before next arc! debating whether I’ll post the arc start today or tomorrow…#on one hand triple upload may be a bad idea but on the other one tomorrow is munday so. stuck between a rock and a hard place lol.

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pkmn-smashorpass · 6 months

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Oh shit fuck I guess we’re changing things up

#okay so I’ll post Mudkip and marshtomp today so congrats 3 polls in one day #and then swampert tomorrow #I would just move Mightyena back in the queue #but then I’d have to shift literally all of gen 3 and I’m not doing that #no idea how I missed this lmao #mudkip #ask #anon #crab anon #pokemon #pkmn #pkmn smash or pass #pokemon smash or pass #smash or pass

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habken · 1 year

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BEGGING ON MY KNEES TO SEE THIS

(only if you want to draw it when you want to tho no pressure 💕)

I will I pinky promise <3

#ask #i started drawing one already it’s part of a minicomic so I should be finished today and I’ll post tomorrow

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yeehawbvby · 3 months

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My ACNH island is VERY slowly coming together (been working on it since.. I think July? Maybe august?)

I’m really happy with the progress I’ve made except I’m now one of those people whose island lags because of the amount of stuff in some spots lmao 🧎🏻‍♀️ it’s a worthy sacrifice though imo because my orchard is the culprit and it looks banging!!

Either way. BEHOLD

#honest to god y’all. if you feel stressed about decorating or island and haven’t played/have restarted a ton bc of it #just do NOT terraform. or do it very minimally #bc that’s the only reason im making literally any progress lmao I really loved my last island too but #ultimately abandoned it bc the terraforming and water-forming(?) was stressing me out too much #anyway #I’ve been balls deep in trying to fix up the ~secret beach~ and campsite so I’ll maybe post pics of those too soon!!#they’re all in this area too!! campsite is to the left of the orchard and up a level and beach is to the left of the wheat #ALSO *cracks knuckles* I’ve had a land bridge on every island so far and this one will be no different #might start that today or tomorrow #that’s a whole thing bc. land bridge. HAVE to terraform.. and a lot too lol ugh #it’s just a strip though. I’m not doing anything too crazy with it #it’s gonna be perfect for my island’s autumn theme actually!! the bridges always looked best in autumn imo bc of the surrounding foliage #maybe it’ll lead to the museum?#sorry I’ll shut up #aspenposting #acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #new horizons #animal crossing nh

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grave-st0ned · 7 months

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recent buys :)

#grave-st0ned #🪦#monster high #mh #monster high gen 3 #monster high g3 #mh g3 #frankie stein #frankie stein g3 #i got the bag at work today and i think i’m gonna have a whole ass outfit planned out #i’ll post pics of my fit tomorrow if there’s interest :)#and then i ordered a frankie for me and one for one of my buddies as a late bday gift :P #i’m so excited for frankie though since they’re supposed to be performing at the monster ball #and i have all those ghouls :)#excited to pair up frankie and cleo #too bad their fits kinda clash but also they always kinda do

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whumpacabra · 7 months

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Day 17 - Collar

Military setting, captivity, blood, bruises, shock collar, referenced waterboarding, torture, solitary confinement, anticipated major character death

[Directly follows Water]

“Sorry.” Harrison tapped the letters slowly into Merrick’s open palm. The cell was silent save for their breathing, Elias sleep soundly with his head resting across Harrison’s thighs.

Merrick offered him a wry smile, bloody teeth peeking through in the darkness.

“My fault.” He tapped back, fingers far less steady. “Should’a shut up sooner.”

Harrison scoffed softly, eyes tracing the heavy collar around his friend’s throat. It was meant for dogs. Dogs with thick fur to insulate the shock.

Merrick’s skin curled under its too-tight size, blood and burns peeking over the edge as every breath shifted its fit. It was voice activated.

Harrison’s may have been half-drowned by the time the Wolf had fully turned his attention to Merrick, but he could remember the screams. The first shout dissolved into wheezing whimpers, even a whisper from his throat setting off the shock.

“We could hear you too.” The Morse was soft against his hand, almost too light to understand. “Screaming. You said it was dark?” Harrison shuddered, the memory of the Box closing in on him this dim light of the cell.

“It was nothing compared - ”

“Don’t compare. We could hear your screams.” Merrick’s face twisted in a sad smile. “Elias thought you died, when it got quiet.”

Harrison flicked his eyes down to the younger soldier, sound asleep. The bruises on his face were yellowing with age, revealing the still soft curve of youth to his cheeks. Green, fresh from bootcamp - Christ, the kid wasn’t even 21 yet. The deep cuts into his arms and torso would leave scars for the rest of his life.

If they were given the time to heal.

“Take care of each other.”

Harrison flinched at Merrick’s message, brow furrowed in aching denial.

“You better stay close then. You know how shit we are at following orders when you’re not around, cap’n.”

Merrick’s smile didn’t reach his bruised eyes.

“Take first watch. Wake me if I start dreaming - ” He gestured to the collar, sigh thin to keep from activating a shock.

“I got you.” Harrison tapped back, resisting the urge to pull Merrick closer. There wasn’t anywhere to touch him that wasn’t bloodied and raw, save for his calloused palms.

[Follows Devil's Mercy]

(Part of my Freelancers: Swansong series)

#whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #no. 17 #collar #oc #whump writing #captivity #military #torture #shock collar #freelancers #it’s my birthday :] I’m the birthday bean today.#I wanted to do two of todays prompts so maybe I’ll post another one later. as a bonus.#but first: drive for hours to go back home so I can go back to work tomorrow (shaking sobbing crying)

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finntheehumaneater · 8 months

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An Ego Thing {not a part of the fic just talking about when part three will be out}

WHY THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I WAKE UP TO 99+ NOTIFICATIONS ON THIS STUPID WEBSITE.

okay, so—good morning/afternoon/night, first of all (it’s like 7:20 for me right now)

and I have a very odd update schedule for anything, which is—I post a lot of stuff for it for a few days, and then don’t post for like a week AND I WILL TRY NOT TO DO THAT WITH THE FIC, I PROMISE, BECAUSE I KNOW IT’S ANNOYING BUT I HAVE ADHD PROJECTS AND I DO NOT GET ALONG.

so part three will probably be posted either today, or by Saturday (because I have dnd on Wednesday), and if it’s after Saturday and it’s still not posted, I’ll update you guys to let you know that I haven’t forgotten, or just fucking died. (But it should be posted by then, I just have a shit ton of homework to do each week—apparently more than my not-homeschooled friends, which I think is insane. High school just sucks, man)

and hello to two new mutuals to my blog—

@icegirl346

And

@bpillustrated (I have been pronouncing this Bipillustrated for the longest time, so that’s now just the way I say it, because I can’t read)

the next part might be sad because I’m evil and like messing with people.

my younger sister also told me last night that: “the tumblr babies want the first sentence of part three to be ‘Eddie Smooches Steve lots’ “ so. Yeah. It won’t be, but I won’t tell her that.

PUTTING PEOPLE ON THE TAG LIST HERE SO THAT THEY KNOW (if you want to be added lmk in the comments of part 2):

@strangersteddierthings

@nburkhardt

@paintsplatteredandimperfect

@different-tale-student

Have a good whatever time it is where you are :)

#Words and I hate each other #Titling this like the fic so that hopefully people who liked part one and two will see it and know what’s going on with the update schedule #There probably won’t be two a day anymore because I was bored yesterday and wanted to write because I like seeing the little number pop #To let me know that people liked my posts #It makes me happy and gives me anxiety at the same time #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fanfic #Sorry this was so long #But I’ll be MIA for most of today and tomorrow so I wanted to post all of this stuff now #:)

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arthur-r · 5 days

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unfortunate set of notifications

#(this is talking about saturday not friday it says tomorrow cause it just turned midnight)#i got really sick and anxious today and i didn’t know why but my mom blames my birthday #so wish me luck 👍 i’m gonna be eighteen years old #(for anybody who doesn’t know i don’t TEND to celebrate my april birthday i do my october birthday instead #but saturday is the one where i actually turn eighteen.)#i will actually be having a sleepover on friday night though which isn’t about my birthday but will coincide #but other than that i’m just working a lot. and taking a test. and it will be whatever #idk wish me luck. i am just feeling sick and strange and weird but i’ll figure it out #IN THEORY I AM EXCITED FOR MY BIRTHDAY #like i don’t want it to be this sad evil day that i hate. and it’s not #it’s just so much worse to have a bad day when it’s your birthday. and i often have bad days. so that’s all that the problem is #so whatever. i will hopefully have a good day that day and then it will be a good day. i just like to have a failsafe so it doesn’t have to #count as my birthday if it doesn’t go good. like yeah it’s my birthday but no it isn’t. not until i say it is #idk i don’t make the rules except for i do. ANYWAY goodnight #me. my post. mine.#delete later

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seventh-district · 2 months

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#Seven’s Public Diary #vent post #vent #cw vent post #cw vent #cw negative #cw fighting #cw food #food mention #cw injury #injury mention #left hand’ll be outta commission for a little while and my back is so bad that i’ll probably need my cane tomorrow #but it’s all good because at least i don’t feel like i’m about it to explode anymore #sigh i should really take up boxing or wrestling or something #but i won’t because there’s only one person i really want to fight #and i want a no holds barred beat down no gloves no padded floors no rules just taking out the pure rage we harbor for each other #maybe some day. when i’m stronger and finish building a safety net to fall back on #just gotta get that god damn license. then i won’t have to live under anyone’s thumb any longer and never ever again #anyways. i’d go work on posting the rest of AEIWNF but i think that’ll be too triggering to work on today lmao #don’t think my back can handle sitting at my desk today anyways. guess i’ll just lay in bed and feel weak and useless and get nothing done #wanna keep writing for ES but i’m far from in the right headspace for it #and it hurts to hold my phone the way i usually do when i write #wish i could take a day off from writing without fearing that it’ll turn into another full month of not writing #wish i wasn’t such an all or nothing type of person.#whatever. i just need some bandages and a snack and several hours of youtube and i’ll be fine #and by a snack i mean an entire pound of tofu and an entire bag of ruffles bc who tf is gonna stop me

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spittyfishy · 1 year

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Alrighty y’all! Christmas is coming!! The last two years I’ve done some kind of danganronpa animation for the holidays! I’m a little late to the party this time around so I’ve mostly decided to do one with a series of still images instead of a lot of movement, so I’ll be doing a bunch of different ships under the mistletoe!

And I thought it could be fun to post one of those frames each day here leading up to Christmas! First up of course is Suichi and Kaede! I’ve liked this shop since I first watched a v3 playthrough and I think they’re super sweet together!

#I’ve almost got all the frames that I need #there’s just like one or two ships I haven’t picked yet #there’s too many good choices!#so yeah I’ll post the next one sometime tomorrow!#it’s another v3 one but not as popular as todays lol #ndrv3 #danganronpa #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #saimatsu #danganronpa ships

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xxang3l-trapxx · 11 months

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Amongst The Rainbow Streets

Here’s a pride fic for Final Destination!!!

Olivia pounds back another shot of tequila at the local lesbian bar, it’s called BlackRose Bar or something, laughing and boozing the day away with Nathan.

“So you’ve spent all this time looking through lonely hearts dating apps, and you still haven’t found anyone for that party next week? Bullshit, you’re cute,” Nathan slurs in disbelief, chugging his vodka soda.

Olivia laughs drunkenly, before grabbing the last shot from her tray and downing it. “I know, I know! Despite my unbelievably hot body, I have been lacking in maidens for eons,” she bemoans, leaning forward, her long hair brushing the sticky bar counter.

Nathan sympathetically rubs Olivia’s back, smiling.

She smiles, before standing up and yanking her shorts down. “I’ve gotta piss. Watch my purse for me,” she loudly announces, pocketing her phone. Nathan pretends to make a disgusted face, but gives a thumbs up.

Olivia saunters over to the women’s bathroom, apologizing to a bar patron who she bumps into on the way in.

She enters the small space, fixing her hair and her earrings and bra. Humming along to Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”, Olivia splashes her face with water, looking up at the mirror above the sink.

Just as she’s about to leave, she hears sniffling and quiet sobs. Is someone crying?

A quick glance around the bathroom deduces that a pair of shoes; white Mary Janes, peek from the 5th stall. Olivia walks over to the stall and knocks on it hard.

“Ay, you alright in there? If you need a tissue, I don’t have any, but if you need me to beat someone up I can do that,” she cringes at herself for being so blunt.

The stranger in the stall stops crying for a minute, before unlocking it.

Inside of the stall is a beautiful young woman, with blonde hair and bloodshot green eyes. She’s wearing grey, pink and white eyeshadow, with glitter in the transfemme flag colors decorating the corners of her eyes.

Ah, so she’s a trans demigirl, Olivia thinks to herself. She looks up to Olivia, and rubs at her face, taking off some glitter with it.

“Ah, crap, sorry for crying,” she says, looking down at the floor.

Olivia bends down the the woman’s level, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t apologize for that girl, it happens. Now, you wanna tell me what happened? I’m all ears,” she soothes, brushing the other woman’s hair behind her ears.

The woman looks down at her lap, playing with the hem of her pink floral skirt.

“W-well, I came here with my friend, and we were having a good time. But then he went to go get food for both of us, and I got lost! And when I was trying to find him, some guy tried feeling me up and kept saying how he always wanted to fuck a trans girl! A-and after that, I started to get sensory overload from all the lights and music and people, so I ran in here and I wanna go find my friend so I can go home,” she rambles on in on, so Olivia firmly plants her hands on the woman’s shoulders.

She guides the woman through her sensory overload, and eventually she calms down enough for Olivia clean her up and guide her out of the bathroom.

They pass Nathan on the way out, and she tells him that she’ll be back, and he takes one look at the shaken up woman before understanding the situation.

Eventually the two get to talking on a bench outside the bar, and Olivia learns a few things about the woman. Her name is Margret Harper, but everyone calls her Molly or Moll. She’s 24, so two years older than Olivia, and she was born January 20th. She was born in Weehawken, New Jersey, but moved to SoHo as a baby. Her mom left her and her dad at age 8, and before that her parents were always fighting due to her mom’s drug addiction and cheating problem. When she was 12 she figured out she was transfemme and she started her transition at 14, the same age she met her previously mentioned friend in late middle school. She works as a secretary at some law firm, but she plays electric guitar at a club downtown on Friday through Sunday, and she goes to karaoke, again with her friend.

During their conversation, Olivia grabs Molly a bottle of water and a rainbow corn dog, and Molly insists on Venmoing her the amount of money she spent, but the younger girl declines.

“You were struggling and overstimulated, like hell I’m gonna ask you to pay me money,” Olivia says, crossing one leg over the other.

“If you say so! But again, thank you so much for helping,” Molly exclaims, grabbing Olivia’s hand.

Olivia blushes at the contact, before smiling. “No problem!”

As the two women sit together in silence, a loud and anxious voice yells from the crowd, “Molly!”

The two women look up in surprise, and a tall young man jogs up to them. He’s got short brown hair, a shit ton of eyeliner, and a blue jacket with bi and transmasc pins.

This must be the guy Molly kept talking about, Olivia thinks to herself. She slightly hates him a bit, who leaves someone with sensory issues on their own?

The guy immediately launches into an apologetic ramble. “Oh my god, Molly, I am so, so sorry! I got distracted getting food for the two of us, and then I got lost, so I got this guy to help me find you—he’s really cute by the way, we’ve been talking for a couple of weeks, but we still couldn’t find you! And I’m so, so sorry,” he says all of this without taking a single breath.

Finally, he turns to Olivia and offers a hand. “I’m Sam by the way, I came with Molly to the pride parade!” He’s super energetic, and Olivia immediately feels like shit for thinking bad about him.

She shakes his hand and smiles. “Olivia, Olivia Castle. I met your little girlfriend in the bathroom of the BlackRose bar not too far down the street,” she says, and Sam bursts into laughter.

“Holy fuck, that’s hilarious! Molly’s not my girlfriend, she’s just a friend, nothing more,” he manages to get out through laughter.

Olivia gives a quiet “Oh” before smiling.

Molly stands up from the bench, but not before hugging Olivia. “Thanks for looking out for me, Olivia! Who knows, maybe I’ll catch you later,” she teases, and she holds out her phone; with a My Melody phone charm, with her contacts open.

Olivia pulls out her own phone, and both women exchange phone numbers.

“See ya later, Molly! It was nice meeting you,” she calls out as she and Sam walk away.

“See ya later, Olivia! It was nice meeting you too,” she shouts back, blowing a kiss and winking. Olivia blushes, entirely stunned, and for the first time in her life; she’s speechless.

She sits on the bench for a little while after they both leave, looking up at the gradually darkening sky, before heading back into the BlackRose bar.

Her first words to Nathan when she gets back to the bar are: “I met a cute girl today. And I think my dating life has gotten a lot better.”

Nathan high-fives her, and orders a Jack and Pepsi mix for them both.

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Moment of Peace

day one: apple picking

found a prompt list for october which i found out was actually made for a specific fandom but whatever so we’ll see if i can actually follow through on a commitment for once. the plan was to keep these anywhere from 500-1000 words but this one already broke 2k so we’re off to a great start -_-

Jack was brimming with excitement, practically hovering over his seat. With all the willpower a five-year-old could muster, he scarfed down his breakfast with slightly less urgency than a starved man. The knock on the door nearly sent him flying. He turned to look over the top of the chair as he watched his father unlock the door.

“Aunt Jess!” He launched himself out of his chair. “Is it time? Is it time? Is it time?”

Jess looked to Hotch, who struggled to hide his smile. “Let me clean up breakfast, then we can go.”

Jess knelt to Jack’s height. “See! Almost time. Why don’t you go brush your teeth while I help your dad wash up?”

Jack ran full speed to the bathroom, hitting the wall with a potentially alarming bang before disappearing down the hall. “A full two minutes!” Hotch called after him before waving Jess off. “I’ve got this, just make yourself comfortable and we’ll get going soon.”

Jess meandered slowly around the living room, probably checking to make sure the apartment was taken care of. Hotch could see her linger by a framed picture of Haley and Jack sporting identical smiles as they beamed at the camera. He grimaced internally: he still wasn’t sure if this was the best idea.

Apple picking was a Brooke’s family tradition: taking a day to enjoy the season by taking advantage of a local orchard and hauling back bagfuls of more apples than they could possibly need. Hotch was 17 the first time Haley dragged him along. It was the first time he felt like part of a functional, loving family. They took him in for the day and he got to join in the festivities.

In order to avoid uneaten apples rotting away, they used most of them for pies. (Not even good ones. Hotch loved them all but absolutely no one knew how to bake in that house, and the somehow overdone and dough-ey concoctions were practically inedible. He wasn’t sure how they managed to fuck up every pie so badly. He was almost impressed.) Instead of mounds of uneaten apples, they had a half dozen uneaten pies left over. Eventually, once they got married, it was just Hotch and Haley picking apples and making pies, with Jack soon to join. (Pie quality vastly improved with Hotch’s assistance.)

The year of their separation was the first time Hotch hadn’t gone to the orchard in more than 20 years. Instead he nursed a drink while sitting on the floor behind the couch, falling deeper into the void of unbearable loneliness than he thought possible. He’d never felt more pathetic in his life as he hauled himself to bed at a miserable 7pm, leaving a stack of untouched paperwork for tomorrow’s (likely hungover) Hotch to deal with.

That was his first year without Haley, but this was his first year without Haley. He felt an obligation to maintain some sense of normalcy for Jack’s sake but he found it hard to partake in such a treasured tradition without the person that introduced it into his life in the first place. Nevertheless, the desire to pass something of Haley’s onto Jack outweighed the guilt he had in doing this without her.

Jack was blissfully unaware of his father’s turmoil. His memory of previous orchard visits were hazy at best, but the promise of baked goods was enough to get him riled up. Hotch had invited Jess, hoping she’d be willing to take part in a tradition potentially marred by Haley’s absence, but Jess had seemed enthusiastic. It comforted Hotch somewhat, but he was still uncertain.

Donning coats that were inevitably going to be discarded once the sun was in full blast, they headed for the orchard. Hotch’s fingers thrummed anxiously on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at Jack in the rearview mirror. Jess peeled her gaze from the window and glanced between the two Hotchner boys: one giddy, one uneasy, both sizzling with anticipation.

“Hey,” Jess whispered to Hotch under Jack singing along to the radio. “Just breathe. It’ll be fun.”

Hotch wished her smile was convincing.

The team had already reserved an area, laying claim to their corner of the orchard with a picnic blanket, courtesy of Penelope, and Derek’s speakers.

“Hey, boss man, you finally made it,” Derek grinned. JJ used baby Henry’s arm to wave at their trusted leader as Will clapped his shoulder in greeting. Emily, Penelope, and Spencer had already started—both the apple picking and an argument. Hotch tilted his chin in a questioning gesture to the rambunctious trio, but Derek just rolled his eyes without dampening his smile.

Jack was enchanted by the sea of apple trees and wasted no time grabbing his father’s hand and dragging him to the nearest tree. With a quick wave to the others, Hotch followed his son and dutifully held a bag as Jack stretched to harvest from the highest branches he could reach. Shifting the bag to one arm, he knelt and raised Jack on his arm, giving him access to a new stratosphere.

It had been a spur of the moment decision to invite the rest of the team. Hotch had mentioned the plans in passing and JJ perked up, chiming in that she’d wanted to do something similar with Henry, even if he was a little young. With mention of Henry, Penelope and Spencer joined the conversation and soon the whole BAU invited themselves to a day at the orchard. It was all a little overwhelming: it happened so fast that Hotch had no time to refuse, before he’d even had a chance to consider if he should refuse.

He called to update Jess with the abrupt additions, hoping she wouldn’t mind the intrusion and mentally preparing himself to face Penelope’s teary pout when he insisted the others stay behind, but Jess had simply laughed and said something about “the more the merrier,” thus sealing his fate. He was a little relieved he didn’t have to break any bad news, but the prospect of babysitting the BAU along with Jack and Jess was more than a little daunting.

He knew he was going to be exhausted.

Hotch found himself relieved of Jack-duty when Derek and Emily humbly asked Jack to help them fill their bags. Jack lept at the opportunity to pick more apples and waved at Hotch almost as an afterthought as he followed the two lazy kidnappers. Suddenly childless, Hotch settled on the blanket and sighed deeply, taking in the crisp autumn air and appreciating a moment of quiet.

His mind drifted to the last time he’d been to the orchard. Jack had been wide-eyed and curious, and Haley’s radiant smile rivaled the sun. It was one of the few memories he had of the three of them happy together.

There’s no way Jack remembered. Hotch wondered if Jack had any memory of apple picking the year before with just his mother, but he didn’t want to probe too deeply into any potentially painful subjects. Not that they hadn’t talked about Haley, but Hotch didn’t want to sour the day by reminding the kid of his dead mother.

They’d settled into a routine: wake up, eat breakfast, drive to school, have Jack picked up by Jess while Hotch was at work, return for dinner, help with homework, help with whatever lego set or puzzle Jack was currently working on, get ready for bed, storytime, and goodnight. It was simple and monotonous, and Hotch loved every minute he got to spend with his son.

It had been too long since Hotch was able to see Jack on a consistent basis. Seeing him every day was a blessing, but he wondered if there would ever come a day where he looked at his son without a cold grip of guilt tug his stomach. Jack was his greatest joy, but a constant reminder of his greatest failure. It hadn’t even been a year, so it’s not like Hotch expected to feel normal, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to forgive himself enough to fully immerse himself in a life with his son. It probably wasn’t fair to Jack, but it didn’t feel fair to Haley either.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lost in thought when his reminiscing was interrupted by a thumping sound and an indignant “Hey!!”

Hotch looked up to see that the generally peaceful activity had devolved into his esteemed agents hurling apple cores at each other in whatever concocted game not everyone was apparently privy to. Emily wiped the lingering apple moisture off her jacket with a few half-hearted swipes and wasted no time retaliating, much to the delight and horror of Jack and Derek. Penelope appeared to be another guilty party, slicing bits of apple to supply as ammunition. Hotch wasn��t sure what the premise or goal of the game was, but the deviants throwing chunks of apple through the air clearly understood the significance.

“You’re making a mess,” he said without any real annoyance.

Derek threw the next half-eaten apple without acknowledging the unit chief’s interjection. Emily at least turned to stick her tongue out at him, and Penelope clapped her hands together in an apologetic motion, “We’ll pick up! Promise!” before breaking off another piece that landed in Spencer’s hair.

Hotch shook his head—though he’d be hard pressed to decide whether it was more weary or fond. At least Jack seemed to be having a good time, if his delighted shrieks were anything to go by. Derek, gripping the small boy under his arms, was using him as a shield against incoming fire. Spencer had fully retreated behind JJ, apparently hoping the baby Henry in her arms would be enough of a deterrent to avoid being targeted. Hotch was sure the young genius was underestimating her competitiveness, but he wasn’t about to tell him that.

Was this alright? To enjoy himself like this? Guilt twisted his stomach. It felt wrong without Haley.

“You can’t make yourself miserable forever. Haley wouldn’t want that,” Jess assured, sensing his discomfort. She turned watch the others with a smile. “You have a good family here. They all love you. It would be ungrateful to reject their feelings.”

Hotch blinked at that. He wanted to speak up, to deny that they considered him as anything other than their unit chief. But as JJ handed Henry off to Will so she could tackle Spencer and hold him down while Derek and Emily came pelting the pinned target, Hotch had to question whether that was true. Would they be here now if they didn’t care for him?

He thought of how they’d supported him the past year: Derek carrying the burden of responsibility as unit chief so he could focus on Foyet, Penelope bringing tupperwares of food to make sure he ate, Spencer digging into Foyet’s files over and over again despite his eidetic memory just in case he had missed something or could find any new connections, JJ missing time with her own family to stay late with him at the office so he wouldn’t be completely alone, Emily escorting him home at night so he wouldn’t have to enter his apartment by himself. Their time, their efforts… it was proof enough of their love.

Hotch finally had to admit to himself that it was never them he doubted. It was his own worth: he didn’t deserve their kindness. He couldn’t comfort Derek after Buford, he took Penelope for granted, he couldn’t help Spencer in Hankle’s aftermath, he had nothing but hypocritical advice to give to JJ when she was troubled, he pushed Emily away even as she stood vigil over him.

He had been harsh and abrasive this whole year. He took out his struggles on them and they stayed by his side anyway. Bully that he was, they suffered silently alongside him.

“It’s selfish to make yourself miserable,” Jess interrupted his usual spiral of self-flagellation. “You’re letting the past keep you the people around you. If you spend too much time mourning the life you lost, you’ll miss out on the life you have now.” Jess looked out at the rancorous group, her eyes distant and glazed.

Hotch forced himself to remain impassive, though that twisting in his gut was back again. He hadn’t been the only one to lose someone important that day.

“Thank you for coming today. It meant a lot to Jack.” He hesitated half a second, barely noticeable, wondering if his appreciation would upset her. “To me.”

She turned her head at that, eyes perceptive as ever. He tried not to flinch under her gaze. “I said it before: you’re my family, too.”

It must’ve seemed so pointless to Jess, all the Foyet business. It was a wonder she wasn’t more angry. He wasn’t sure how to thank her for her kindness, for her understanding.

“I’m sorry.”

It was the wrong thing to say.

“If you say that one more time, I’m gonna smack you upside the head,” she warned, but there was no heat in her voice. Hotch’s lips twitched into a smile—his heart lighter than it had been a few minutes ago.

They spent a little longer basking in serenity before a very pointed command disguised as a question shook the fog from his mind. “Who’s ready for pie?” Emily asked as a extremely unsubtle hint that she was ready to get to Hotch’s apartment and get him baking. (The childless/godchildless ones had been lured to join by the guarantee of pies, despite the fact that Hotch had made no such promise.) Mutters of agreement rippled through the rest before quickly distracting themselves with the much-disputed delegation of clean-up duty.

Hotch leaned back, a whisper of a smile ghosting his lips. He closed his eyes in a rare moment of indulgence: the sun warmed his bones despite autumn’s chill, but his heart was warmed by the echoing laughter of the people he cherished most. His family. He constantly felt unworthy of the loyalty and love he was awarded daily, but with the jubilant ridiculousness around him, he allowed himself to let the radiance wash over him. He was still unworthy, he was still indebted, but hope for a future unburdened by pain was easier to foster surrounded by so many people precious to him.

Just this once, he thought, let me have this moment.

#pretend i didnt post this 30 min too late ok i had to take my dog to the vet #which took four fucking hours akdhkshd #n e ways. im bizee tmrw so i was hoping to write at least one more tonight but Shit Happened today so we’ll see what tomorrow brings #its entirely possible that i wont even write anything—in which case i’ll delete this and pretend it didnt happen akdhkshd #cm writings #cm fics #aaron hotchner #jess #curse these fall days

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