#fun-time foxy link

[creepling]

FICS FOR GAZA !

hello peeps! i am taking part in wip sponsorships for @ficsforgaza to help out with donations for the many fundraisers they have linked.

to meet with the terms, i am only offering sponsorships of works about video game characters. this includes my usual tcm game wips, alongside one i have of boomer from ssktjl.

here is an outline of steps to participate; send a screenshot that is proof of donation alongside the wip you are sponsoring into my inbox. $1 donated to a fundraiser = 100 words written for the sponsored wip. the word counts i provide are just rough estimations and i am willing to go over if the donations go higher! once a work is completed, i will give special thanks to donators for their contribution to the fic and the aid for gaza!

my limit is $20 for 2k, but feel free to donate as much as you can seperately from my wips!

click here for a further explanation from ficsforgaza if you are still unsure. their blog also has tabs on FAQ, fundraisers and all the info you need.

reminder: do not donate to ME. only send me proof of donation.

MY WIPS

BAD TINDER DATE WITH BOOMER (title still to be decided)

ssktjl!captain boomerang x fem!reader. bad first impressions. enemies to lovers. eventual smut? mini-fic series.

you have a reputation for liking the bad boys. your friends have warned you'll get your heart broken and it's time to move on to better things. after a horrible date with the aussie boomerang-slinger, you decide to finally take their advice. but it's not that easy moving on. there is something about him you can't get enough of...

progress: 676/6000 words

TO DEVOUR IS TO LOVE: CHAPTER 2

tcm game original character. multiple ships. dead dove - do not eat. general tags on this post.

in the second chapter, winona slaughter is navigating through the city life. fate aligns with her hunger and she crosses paths with maria flores and her group of friends. all is well as they take the abnormal, but intriging rural girl under their wing. but winona is struggling to cope with the buffet that she surrounds herself in. let's see how long she can last before things get messy...

progress: 4312/5500 words

THE BABYSITTER (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. babysitter trope. stalking. violence and gore. non-con. minor character death. dark smut. dead dove - do not eat.

reader finishes up her babysitting shift and expects the usual routine of her boyfriend picking her up. she doesn't know that someone is watching her, and is waiting for the right time to prance. when johnny finally digs his nails into reader, he knows a sadistic way to get her to succumb to him and have some derranged fun.

progress: 0/1500-2000 words

FOXY (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fox-hybrid!reader. smut. petplay. dom/sub. minor injury. primal. humiliation. tags still to be decided.

fox-hybrid!reader gets caught up in one of hitchhikers traps when trying to snag nugget from the family property. unlucky for them, johnny's been working outside and spots the commotion. finding the hurt, scared reader, johnny takes them in with a devilish smirk. now he's got a little pet he can play with, and he ain't gonna play nice.

progress: 0/1000 words.

IN THE BLUEBONNET FIELD (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. smut. stalking. yandere. primal. non-con. knifeplay. bloodplay. dead dove - do not eat.

johnny has been stalking the reader for weeks, relishing in their scared state. as the days go by, the reader feels like she is being watched, catching glimpses of an unknown man following her every move. with morbid curiousity, the reader decides to treck through the bluebonnet fields to finally come face to face with her stalker. when he takes her advances, he finally has her at his mercy.

progress: 0/3000 words.

dividers by @thecutestgrotto.

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE.

[nfoxysun]

Hi!!!⭐🦊

I'm Nunzia (you can actually call me Nu🙂‍↕️), I'm 21 and I don't exactly know how to label myself, if as a witch, tarot reader or something but i actually really like to help ppl through my readings and that's why I'm here rn💗

I actually have been into the spiritual world since i was 15 I've been reading tarot since then but it's my very first time giving ridings to ppl that I don't actually know and to find the courage to expose myself on the internet asking ppl if they actually want some advice through tarot, my channeling and my intuition too🙂‍↕️

I work with love deities, Venus and Amore from the roman pagan religion, that's why i actually love doing readings about love, both self love and love in general💗

so, feel free to ask!! you can find my foxy button on my profile!!

but do not send me any DM pls!!! i won't reply!!!

Disclaimer!!! I'm more of a psychic rather than a tarot reader, so, what does it mean? i channel energy and energy can change based on your vibrations and energy!!! if you ask me to read your "future" it's not about the future, it's about what your actual energies are leading you into!!! so, instead of asking me just "will i meet someone in x months" you should instead ask too "what energy should embody to attract my someone?"

Tarot readings aren't just for fun, they are also a way to step into our higher self, be aware of it, ok?🙂‍↕️💗

Also, do not ask me about physical appearance and things like that, tarot doesn't work like this!!! i could channel my downloads, but still, energies are very different from the physical body!!!

I don't do +18 readings!!!

if someone wants to donate something to me to keep up with my free readings, you can use this link to my ko-fi!💗

(i still don't know exactly how to personalize my profile well or my posts, so pls, have patience with me🙂‍↕️💗)

also, English isn't my first language so i probably could make some mistakes, be aware of it and be patient with me!!! oh, I'm actually a university student and I'm a volunteer too, so i actually have very little time but i'll still find some time for you!!!

[tuliharja]

At the beginning of this month, I remembered I had these old pen-like crayons I had barely used in years. The idea of using those to draw something simple would be fun. Especially because I would have a limited color palette to use, just like in those color palette challenges! (The available colors were as follows: black, blue, red, yellow, dark green, light green, brown, and orange.)

I started my experimental drawing with Konan. At this point, I hadn't yet decided to draw anyone else. Only after I had finished Konan and noticed she didn't look that bad (using crayons was a bit challenging) did I decide to draw some of my other favorite female Naruto characters. I also decided each finished artwork would be named "Miss [character's name]," making it a Miss Kunoichi series!

The next kunoichi I drew was Tsunade. I admit I struggled drawing her, as differentiating the yellow from the paper was kind of hard. Hence, I accidentally ended up drawing black lineart around her brows, even though I had decided I wouldn't do lineart. Also, I learned mixing colors didn't really work, which is why her Strength of a Hundred Seal color looks a bit odd.

After Tsunade, I drew Mei. Unfortunately, my blue crayon pen broke down at this stage, making it a bit challenging to draw Mei, as her color palette is mostly blue. Luckily, I still managed to finish her!

The last kunoichi that I had decided to draw (because I thought a set of four kunoichi would look together best) was my favorite, Mito. I'm still unsure if her eyes are green or dark grey/black but decided to go this time for green eyes. I also used a slightly different way to draw her eyes to make her look more foxy.

All in all, this whole 'challenge' was fun, and I'm happy with how my Miss Kunoichi series turned out! Do you think I succeeded in the limited color palette? Which Kunoichi is your favorite one?

Artwork: @tuliharja

Note: I’m fine with reblogging, but ask me first for my permission, if you want to repost my artwork or otherwise use it.

Links: DeviantArt I Pixiv

[daycareattendanteclipse]

EH: Valentine's Special

Y'all voted for Eclipse, much to my surprise. So we're doing that one first! The Eclipse Route is a go!! Also, the AO3 link too.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63012859/chapters/162277714

Your eyes are drawn back to Eclipse’s file. It’s worn and dirty from passing through the hands of his technicians, creased and bent in awkward places. The characters doodled on the page are mostly one’s from the Megaplex, the Glamrocks, Bonnie, Foxy, Sun and Moon. There’s a doodle of a child in a striped shirt, hands holding balloons. This location used to have a Balloon Boy, or so you think. Your boss was also drawn on the page, his hair pulled back in the same style he had now. Beside him was the unfamiliar man. The doodle is a bit childish, but you think he has shoulder length dreadlocks. It looks close enough. Slowly, you reach out and take it. 

Across from you, Paul sighs. His face falls and he looks just a little disappointed. Maybe because he's supposed to be Eclipse's technician. Your grip on the folder tightens, a creeping fear that you will be asked to choose again. You don't want to choose again. Something felt as if it were drawing you towards the file. How could you possibly give it up now that it sat in your hands?

“Well, I did say to pick any of them, so go ahead. I'll take ya to meet him. Be sure to read the file on the way. First page is a general summary on his information to make things easier.” Paul says this as he stands, pushing his chair back and collecting the remaining files. He stashes them away quickly in his desk drawer.

Paul is already at the door by the time you get to your feet. You follow him slowly, peeking at the file as you walk. The first page reads:

‘Entity: Eclipse

Location: Mega Pizzaplex 

Exhibit: Superstar Daycare/Theater

Role: Security, caretaker, supervisor

Status: Active

Functional Bodies: Lune, Mars, Pluto

Non-functional Bodies: Sol, Venus, Saturn

Temperament: Docile, friendly, clever, curious, mischievous.

Notes:

-Protective of the other two attendants, believes them to be his children.

-Likes to flirt for fun, please ignore. (????) (Corporate asks that you not flirt with the animatronics.)

-Exhibits mild kleptomania, can be found taking from the lost and found or gift shops after hours.

-Stole his favorite arcade cabinet. (still has it???) (Unsure)

-Will refuse maintenance if done in the cylinder. Must be done manually. No, you cannot move him, don't try it.

-Body Lune has a damaged right leg. It throws off his balance.

-Body Sol has gone missing.’

You read as you follow Paul, curious to meet the animatronic in question. “I heard they're very life-like.” You say in an attempt to break the awkward silence. It's starting to feel strange. Unsettling. It seems Paul isn't too keen to chat, so you add, “Is it normal for him to avoid the cylinder?”

The man shrugs, glancing back at you. “Clips doesn't like it after they tried to decommission him. Sun and Moon are much the same about it.” It's a simple statement, but you suppose it made sense. You've never thought about it before, but the AI must have considered it a frightening place. 

“Okay, and this thing about different bodies?”

“It's a unique feature. He can transfer himself to any of those bodies, though the only fully functioning one right now is Lune. Hence the note about the damaged leg.” He explains, pushing open a door that leads you into the theater’s basement storage. You follow him up, rereading your file until you find yourself standing beside the stage. It didn't seem like anyone else had such a feature. You had to admit that was pretty cool.

“Aight newbie. He oughta be here soon, I pinged him as we left…” The silence settles over you two again, just as uncomfortable as it was before. 

Soon the uneven tap of metal on the tile filled the air. The bot that appeared around the corner wasn't quite what you expected, though you suppose you didn't know what to expect at all. He stood tall, dressed in a dark outfit decorated in golden circle patterns. The long, pointed hood was pulled up over his reddish orange head. His faceplate had a clear crescent shape separating both halves. 

The animatronic paused seeing you standing there, head tilting slightly to the left as he leaned heavily on the lantern pole he carried. He shrunk in on himself, the golden lights in his black eyes flickering up and down your form for such a brief moment, you thought you'd imagined it. Turning to Paul, a smooth, gentle voice crackles, “Whatever it was, it wasn't me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You're so unproblematic. Totally innocent. Absolutely didn't cut open all the meeting room chairs, stuff them full of whoopee cushions, and then sewed the seat fabric closed again.” Paul's tired, sarcastic drawl can't hide his bemused smile. The affection there practically seeps into his tone.

Eclipse scoffs, turning his head away from Paul. “As I said, I'm innocent. Anyone could've done that. Moony is infamous for his pranks.” His gaze falls on you again, one hand coming up to grip his chin in a quizzical way. “Who is this? I've never seen them before.”

Paul glances back as Eclipse limps across the room towards you. “Your new tech. Handler. Whatever ya wanna call ‘em. Corporate is drownin’ me in work so I was hirin’ some extra help.” Eclipse hums in response and says nothing.

 It's not until he's standing in front of you that you realize he towers over you. He has to be at least seven feet tall, but you suspect he's larger because he slouches against the pole he's using as a walking stick. You flinch instinctively, feeling your cheeks burn under the weight of his curious stare. 

“I see,” Eclipse responds, reaching out slowly. He gently caresses your cheek with one large hand as he leans in. You can hear Paul sigh heavily in the background but the pounding of your heart muffled it. If it's from fear or from nervousness, you can't really tell. “Don't look so frightened my dear, I promise I won't bite… unless you’d like me to?” 

[kittykatkatelol]

★Welcome to our Hell lovelies<3

(accessible, plain text, no flashing intro here: link)

This intro mainly involves our host, since loverboy fronts the majority of the time - for info of our headmates, our pronouns.cc is linked

You can call me Daimon/Daímonas, Faraday, John, Maxwell, Dixie, Vulpes, Viktor, Val/Valentino, Micah, Barty, Makarov, or Jack

My pronouns include (but are not limited to): it/itself, loverboy/loverboyself, moth/mothself, ne/nem, he/him, wy/wyr, ve/vem, luv/luvself

I'm genderfluid + xenogenders + mspec biromantic lesboy ~ oriented aroace - asexual + ACRflux + greyromantic ~ physical nonhuman + fictionkin + demonkin + ockin + therian + physical shapershifter flux (term i coined - definition link) ~ cripplepunk ~ adhd + autism(?) + bpd(?) ~ endogentic system ~ polythesist satanist ~ multishipper

My links: A03 ~ Pronouns.cc ~ StrawPage ~ Please ask for SimplyPlural + Discord + Roblox ~ my memories of hell+my demon appearance ~ filter tag list ~ my rdr2 side blog @shhhhtotallynotmicahbell

This blog is 13+, I curse like a sailor and reblog/post suggestive shit. I try to tag things appropriately, but I am not responsible for whatever you may find here - I suggest you leave if you are under 13

The main content is shitposts + reblogs + occassional art and/or oneshot/fic update

thomas jefferson's (from hamilton the muscial) biggest fan - the number one hermes defender - biggest hater of the brotherhood of steel

Extremely biased lover of Caesar's Legion (We acknowledge they are awful but again, biased as we have a Vulpes Inculta fictive, along with our host being a Vulpes Inculta as well) - Legion hate will be made fun of if brought to our table(askbox). We request you leave your NCR love and Legion hate at the door, please and thank you as such comments could set off our Vulpes fictive.

My highest kin(s) is currently Emile from Halo Reach + Vulpes Inculta from Fallout New Vegas + (OG) Vladimir Makarov from Call of Duty Modern Warfare Trilogy

My full kin (fictionkin + otherkin + therian) list:

Valentino from Hazbin Hotel

Barty Crouch Jr from Harry Potter

Roxanne Afton a FNaF OC of mine

Micah Bell from Red Dead Redemption 2

Demonkin - physically a demon

Robotkin - physically a robot

Vladimir Makarov from the OG COD MW trilogy (specifically mw3)

Maxwell Roth from Assassin's Creed Syndicate

John Hancock from Fallout 4

Dixie from Fallout 4: Nuka-World

Funtime Foxy from FNaF

Faraday from Fallout 4: Far Harbor

Kellogg from Fallout 4

Vulpes Inculta from Fallout New Vegas

Viktor from Arcane

(Negative Karma) Lone Wanderer from Fallout 3

Emile from Halo: Reach

Jack Kennedy from DSaF

Silco from Arcane

(Twisted) Alice Angel from Bendy and the Ink Machine

White Persian Cat therain

Roxanne Wolf from FNaF Security Breach

(otherlink) Sylveon from Pokémon

(questioning) Octavian from Percy Jackson

(questioning) Kat from Halo: Reach

(questioning) MC from Cooking Companions

(questioning) Karen from Cooking companions

(this is subject to change at any time)

My current fixations are currently:

Fallout

Halo

COD (just all of it it's a big special interest)

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My favorite music artists are:

Scene Queen

Yungblud

Falling in Reverse

Palaye Royale

Marina

Melanie Martinez

Baby Bugs

Olivia Rodrigo

Måneskin

Mitski

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My fandoms/interests:

Fallout

Arcane

Halo

Hamilton (musical and historical)

EPIC the musical

Death Note

Heathers (both musicals and movie)

Little Nightmares 1 & 2

FNaF

Cooking Companions

Percy Jackson (I have only finished the first series, and I do not want spoilers, hence why I don't interact with the fandom but i really like it lol)

Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss (literally no clue what the creator did but I don't support her since I watch it all pirated and don't have the money lmao)

Call of Duty (I love all the early stuff (haven't played any black ops though) but especially the original modern warfare)

SIX The Musical

DSAF (specifically the 1st and 2nd ones, I don't particularly enjoy the final one)

Red Dead Redemption 2

Heartstopper

My Little Pony

Legend of Korra

Hunger Games

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Current favorite songs:

(all of theses lists are subject to change at any time)

I tend to use typing quirks (example: Hello ! / what ? / Hmm , / Huh .) or cursive fonts ~ please tell me if you need me to not use said quirk(s) when replying :)

I use tone tags quite often since I myself have a hard time figuring out other entities tones - you do not have to do the same for me though it would be highly appreciated

DNI: anti-xenogenders/neopronouns ~ TERF ~ anti-endo ~ sys-med ~ homo/transphobic ~ anti-fictionkin ~ anorexia/ED blogs ~ christian centered blogs ~ Valentino hate blogs ~ just assholes in general

My boundaries are:

no sexual stuff ~ I might be Val but that doesn't mean I like sex

no mouth gore/puke ~ i genuinely hate it and it makes me ill (I'm cool with most gore but mouth stuff just grosses me out)

no weight comments like ever, please

no sending things of dead moths

no sending me stuff specifically about Val getting tortured

no asking me to donate to stuff through asks, especially if I don't know you ~ I'm not financially independent and just don't have the cash even if I wanted to donate ~ any asks asking that will be deleted

I love being tagged in stuff, but if it is a picrew, I request you don't tag me in it IF it the whole game is "make irl you" or something along those lines

do not involve me in shipping wars

I am okay with Angel Dust kins interacting, but please do not try and befriend me

I request no fellow Valentinos try and befriend me (aka please no doubles - the rest should be fine though)

Do not bring DiMA hate to this blog, it will not be tolerated

Also, I do not support JKR (the creator of Harry Potter) though I am still in the HP and Marauders fandoms - I dislike Harry Potter itself and only engage in the fandom side of things that is also highly against JKR

User tags:

val's little hellhole (for all general posts/shit posts, never reblogs)

heaven doesn't want me and hell fears me (vent posts)

the summoning circle (asks & strawpage asks+drawings)

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charles tag !! (for my bestie @/bxtteryacid !! (you = bestie sorry not sorry >:3))

CJ tag :3 (for la bestie @/p4rty-rockaa :3)

hoarding moth (for identity reblogs 4 my hoard + posts about my genders)

moth val's art (for my art)

fictionkin asks/answers (for any/all asks/questions I get related to fictionkin)

the moth attempts to learn french (shit posting about me trying to learn french)

banner is a picture of the boneyard from The Enemy of my Enemy level in OG Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 and a background of Reach from Halo Reach. Pfp is Vladimir Makarov from the Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 campaign remaster and Emile-A239 from Halo Reach

I'm open to questions about my identity(s) ~ intro may update in the future ~ Other than that, have fun :)

✨️ to be cringe is to be free ✨️

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In all of my lives, I regret nothing.

I'd do it all again.

No hesitation.

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Last up dated: 6/24/25

[spacehareart]

An August at Freddy's:

A Birthday Party

A Killer

A Surprise

A Trap

A Toy

A Hoax

A Friend

The Beginning

Night

A Call

Death

Who Is That?

It's Me.

Favorite FNAF 1 character.

Your First FNAF OC

Your Newest FNAF oc

Your Favorite Old FNAF theory

What If...?

The Night Guard.

FNAF movie

Swap

Ballpit

Fangame

The Books

Youtooz-ify your design.

Freddy

Bonnie

Chica

Foxy

Golden Freddy

The End....?

Rules:

No time limit. You can do as many or as few as you want. You can swap the days around if you need to!

It doesn't SPECIFICALLY need to be FNAF 1 themed for all of them.

Use the Tags #anaugustatfreddys and #AAAF

You may tag me!! You can repost the prompt on twitter if you'd liken just link back to me !

You can reuse the prompts any time you want.

Most importantly! Have fun!!!!

You CAN tag me in your art if you'd like!

☆☆☆

Note: i Do NOT consent my art to being used for: NFTs/AI Art, Tracing/Stealing/Reposting, Youtube/Videos/Tiktok etc, a thumbnail for fanfiction, roleplay of any kind, etc.

I DO consent my art for: Being tagged as kin/me/IRL/F/O, etc, Used as an icon (as long as you credit/link back to me (you MUST reblog the art first so i know (unless we are close), Draw fanart in general / our designs interacting / oc interaction.

[blue-jisungs]

diamonds + and pearls

song inspo. diamonds + and pearls — dpr live, dpr ian, peace.

summary. you thought your misery is sailed, like a letter… but then you meet a kind cargo delivery man. or so he said.

au. pirate hoshi x wealthy reader, heavily potc inspired!! set +- 1730 like in the movies lol,, they’re both kinda dumb 😭

word count. 3k

warnings. mention of falling out of the window LMAO, swearing, theft, blades (they’re pirates grrrr), forced marriage ++ lsfm sakura and bts hobi (kind of) cameo (i’m sorry hoba i promise it’s just for the fic nothing personal), kidnapping 😀

a/n. this could be better but i just had the fun of my life writing silly goofy yn and hosh + it made me want to rewatch potc again. for the millionth time. help.

you took a deep breath, leaning forward. the smell of salt made you smile, waves rustling in the distance. the sea looked pretty calm today, foam visible only at the shore.

“ah, lady y/n!” you heard a gasp, causing you to withdraw from the window. your maid ran up to you, dragging you away “i told you not to do that! what if you fall out?!”

“ugh… yeah… sorry” you mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your corset “is the breakfast ready?”

“mhm. sadly sir hoseok won’t join us yet, he’ll probably arrive around the noon, unless there’s some trouble” your maid, miss chu, explained “i’ll get going but please join us soon”

“of course. i just need to uh… find my shoes” you grinned. she nodded and left the room. you rushed to the window again and grabbed the spyglass hidden in your closet. you scanned the horizon. there was a small ship in the distance, barely noticeable. it’s probably the cargo ship with all the necessities for your wedding.

putting back the spyglass with a heavy heart you slowly made your way to the dining room. it’s not like you didn’t want to get married. it’s the fact that… you don’t know the guy. sir hoseok seems nice from all the stories you’ve heard about him, he’s your age but with this wedding you know your fate will be sealed. no more dreaming, you will have to be a good housewife. and probably you’ll never sail out to the sea, like you want to. you wondered if there was something that could change your situation. maybe if you were younger? or if you weren’t that rich… or maybe if you were richer?

after the breakfast you decided to take a stroll around the city with your friend, sakura. arms linked, you let out a sigh while looking at other people. they all seemed so happy…

“–you know? oh. hello…?” sakura giggled, slightly poking your side “why the frown?”

“you know how i feel about all of this… i wish i could just run away… what if i never see you again?” you whined, looking at her. she shook her head slightly, a foxy smile adorning her lips

“oh trust me, you will see me” sakura joked threateningly, nudging your arm “even if, you’ll do just fine. i know you don’t want this but… there’s nothing to do. in all honesty, y/n, i’m sorry. i wish i could help you”

letting out a small, defeated sigh you nodded. you were grateful that sakura mirrored your feelings. she didn’t have a husband yet, only two years younger than you so if she’s lucky enough, she’ll be able to find a man she wants to marry. unlike you. and losing your friend?

“so it’s my last day as a free woman, huh?” you grunted, pointing at something “let me go crazy, then. i like this tiger printed handkerchief”

“it’s a handkerchief…? hm. okay, you know what? let’s have some fun” sakura grinned and you approached the seller, giggling at the silly thing you’re about to purchase… and many more.

the sun set quicker than you wished, the lights of the stalls flickering. you fought a yawn, walking up to the small bridge that lead to the docks. the only sounds you could hear was the sea and workers chatting quietly. some crickets sing quietly in the distance, occasional crush of a wave silencing them.

sakura left a while ago, only to call for a guard. besides, people knew you here. you just wanted to relax for a little bit longer, enjoying the thing you love the most as a–

“shh!”

you frowned, support your body against the railing of the bridge and looked out for the source of the sound.

“i’m telling yer, it’s not a tiger print. i think the sea salt is starting to burn holes in your brain”

you froze and slowly looked at your hands, in which you were holding the tissue you bought earlier today. with a tiger print.

suddenly you felt a hand on your arm, relieved to know that sakura’s back.

“thank goodness! i got a little… oh” your eyes widened when you noticed that it wasn’t sakura. it was a guy, with loose white shirt and brown hair. he seemed nice but that didn’t change the fact that you were alone at docks… after the sunset.

“sorry if i disturbed you. do you happen to be from around here? our ship has just arrived and we were supposed to unpack the cargo” the guy spoke softly, smiling. oh, so this was the crew from the ship you noticed earlier today?

“yes, of course. i’m guessing you were supposed to ship it to sir l/n, my father?” you mirrored his smile. the man nodded and someone came up to you as well.

“that’s right. where are my manners… my name is joshua, this is seungkwan” the guy said, pointing at his friend. he nodded. when you took a glance at the ship, they scanned you up and down and smiled mischievously to each other “could you be so kind and show us the way to your mansion? we need to sign the papers that the cargo arrived on time”

“oh, of course. just… i’m waiting for my friend and…” you started hesitantly. the looked at each other

“that’s fine. we’ll tell them you went home safely” joshua smiled and called someone over. three guys came up, causing you to gulp. this seemed like a sketchy situation but hey, this is a cargo ship, right? they can’t be bad or something… besides, it weird no one arrived to greet them. so at least, maybe, your father will appreciate your effort.

“miss l/n, i assume? it’s pleasure to meet you” one of them spoke, voice low “i’ll be frank, we were hoping that the secretary will meet us there but… maybe it’s the delay. my name is s.coups, i’m the main captain. those are my co-captains, woozi and hoshi”

you bowed your head slightly as a greeting. woozi did the same, whereas hoshi bowed dramatically and grabbed your hand tenderly. you were shocked as he placed a quick peck on the top of your hand.

“m’lady” he grinned mischievously “we apologise for the delay, however the weather conditions on the sea are unpredictable… just like–“

“we get it. now we shall go, we already took enough of lady l/n’s precious time” woozi cut in. you shook your head and started walking towards your house. you thought the walk would be quiet but hoshi kept talking. throwing jokes, you loosened up. he was a pretty funny guy, you had to admit.

“we’re here. i’ll inform the…” you started, wanting to push the door open.

“we’ll go with you, really. it’s just a signature, that’s all” s.coups said and entered the house, leaving you a bit speechless. sure, this was the entrance that lead to the maids accommodation and your father’s office but…

you nodded shyly and lead them there. it’s good, right? your father does the same each time his financial partners come around.

knocking at the door, you sent hoshi a warm smile. he grinned and you noticed a golden tooth flickering in the light of the corridor. which, by the way, made you realise how handsome he was.

when the door opened, you looked at your father.

“y/n, i told you not to… who is that?” he asked, voice stern.

“those are the men who shipped the cargo ship for uh… the ceremony. i met them at the docks, they just arrived” you explained. the three of them nodded.

“exactly. we just need your signature that you confirm the cargo was delivered” s.coups said, his features a bit hostile “can we come in? i believe we shall not discuss certain aspects of the deal in front of the lady”

you huffed, crossing your arms which caused a giggle from hoshi.

“i… of course. and y/n, you go to your bedroom right away. sakura and our guards have been looking for you. you aren’t permitted to leave the house until sir hoseok arrives, understood?” was all your father said. hoshi noticed your mood going down, smile fading slowly. this made his heart hurt and for unknown to himself reasons, he suddenly felt anger at your father.

“yes, father. i wish you a good night” you mumbled, sending a forced smile at hoshi.

“oh we will have an excellent night” he hummed, winking at you. you felt blush creeping up on your face and you waved goodbye, leaving slowly towards your room.

once you arrived to your bedroom and changed into your night gown, you walked out on your balcony. the ship with cargo that arrived, s.coups’ ship, looked so huge and majestic. you wished you could just… sneak on it and run away.

“pssst”

you yelped, almost tripping when you took a sudden step back. you bumped into something… or rather someone, letting out another yelp. it was silenced by a stray hand on your mouth, causing you to try to squirm away.

“hey pretty lady” you heard a familiar voice and saw hoshi “looks like y/n’s all alone tonight?”

hoshi nodded and the hand from your mouth disappeared, yet your hands were held behind your back tightly.

“what… what is going on? how do you know my name?” you asked, eyes widening. hoshi scratched his head

“your father used it when he begged us not to kidnap you. which is what we’re doing right now” he explained nonchalantly, turning around to take a glance at your room “and take a few things…”

“are you serious?” you asked, voice full of shock. this is… exactly what you kind of… wanted. is it responsible and safe? not at all. will it free you from a forged marriage? yes.

“yup. we’re pirates, my dear. diamonds, pearls… tea?” hoshi hummed, rummaging through your things “that’s what i’m gonna get”

“i can… show you uh, my jewellery. i mean where i keep it. in all honesty, i’m more willing to go with you thank you can imagine. why you’re kidnapping me, by the way?” you asked, crooking your head. hoshi turned around dramatically.

“seriously? then c’mon, because we are running out of time” he grinned, yet his glare was threatening “no tricks though, lady”

someone let you out. you noticed it was a tall, buffed guy. hoshi noticed your scared expression and walked up to you, grabbing your wrist.

“don’t be scared of him. mingyu looks like he’s about to beat you up but he’s literally so dumb…” hoshi whispered and you giggled.

“i heard you” mingyu grunted.

you smiled and quickly dug out your secret chest with all the good gems. hoshi looked at you, actually surprised that you’re giving him willingly all the luxurious stuff you had.

“i… i can explain. can we get out now?” you asked. hoshi scoffed and grabbed your hand, tossing the chest to mingyu “oh, wait!”

quickly grabbing the tiger print handkerchief from your nightstand and your spyglass, you were ready to go. why were you excited…?

hoshi helped you get down the line they used to climb and in no time you were in your royal gardens.

“wonwoo, go check up on the others. i’ll take y/n to the ship” hoshi ordered and you realised there was another guy with you, all the time. he was just quiet and went unnoticed.

“can you explain what’s really going on?” you asked, letting him lead you

“we’re pirates, not your cargo ship. no offence, you made our job way easier. and for the future, you really shouldn’t trust strangers” hoshi looked through his arm at you. sending a shy smile at him, you felt blood rushing to your cheeks “it was our plan all along to pretend we’re the cargo, steal from you… and maybe kidnap you, so we can demand a ransom”

“oh”

he grinned and before you noticed, you made your way through the bushes, just next to the running guards.

“but i liked you. for that tiger print handkerchief especially” he smiled, pulling you down so you can hide from the guards. you looked at the item in your hand, smiling softly

“i bought it today… i guess it brought me luck” you hummed, looking up and him and meeting hoshi’s curious gaze. squatting down behind the bush, you could see the light from the lanterns the guards were using.

“you’re an intriguing person, m’lady. people that get kidnapped usually… do the opposite of what you’re doing right now. they run away… and don’t talk with the kidnappers” hoshi laughed and suddenly stood up, squeezing your hand “lets go!”

“well, uh… see… since you’re kidnapping me i’ll tell you either way. i was supposed to get married… and i didn’t want to… so…” you trail off and hoshi laughs

“ah, i see. well, welcome on board then. you’ll be the first and only girl on the deck, though” he hummed and you left the gardens “was the guy old? ugly? poor?”

“quite the opposite from all of the above, from what i heard” you teased, tightening the grip you had on the handkerchief “i just want to be free… and you’re pirates? i love the sea, i couldn’t even dream of sailing and now this…?”

“oh woah, you’re making me feel like i’m a good guy” he snickered, causing you to smile softly.

in no time you were on the ship, excitement rushing through your veins. you had a good feeling about this, hoshi seemed… trustworthy. or you were just too gullible. it was all soon to find out.

the wood was creaking pleasantly under your feet. oh. you didn’t take your shoes… or clothes…

“okay, everyone’s on! chan, tell jeonghan we’re ready to go! and you– who are you, exactly?” a guy came up to you, his hand resting on the blade hiding in his pocket.

“i… uh… well…” you started, trying to explain it. hoshi came back to you (wait, when did he even leave?) and put a hand on your shoulder. the warmth and gesture itself caused you to relax.

“i’ll explain in the morning. be nice to her, okay?” hoshi frowned. the guy nodded, giving you a wide gummy smile before walking away “that was seokmin, also known as dk. don’t hang around too long with him or you’ll get deaf”

you scoffed and felt a sudden move. hoshi looked at you amused, the literal stars in your eyes making his heart melt.

“if you don’t feel too good, just… return it to the sea” he patted your back and lead you to the edge of the ship, leaning against the railing.

you could see the island, the lights in houses made it look like everyone was awake. well, they probably were because of the chaos.

“aren’t you goning to miss yer home?” hoshi asked, worry in his voice.

“maybe…? we’ll see. so far i feel free… and i haven’t felt like that in ages” you admitted quietly, looking at him. the warm light of the lanterns hung somewhere in the ship made his face look cozy…

“that’s good. i’m happy i could help” his lips curled into a cute smile “now you shall rest. take my cabin– nuh, uh. i insist”

you let out a defeated laugh and nodded, agreeing. you stayed there for a while, observing in silence the land slowly becoming more and more distant. when it was nothing but dark sky and sea meeting each other at the horizon, hoshi led you to his cabin, bed quite modest but comfortable looking. he closed the moving door, leaning against the wall. the blade attached to his hip glistened in the light of the room.

“sleep well, mate” he grinned, small smile tugging at his lips. you were… so cute. he shook his head, trying to get this thought out of his head “thanks for the diamonds, pearls and rubies by the way. woozi is going to lose his mind”

“what?” you frowned, confused. hoshi laughed, the sound being so contagious that you couldn’t help but smile too

“i’ll explain it in the morning. oh and by the way… hoshi is a nickname, you know… soonyoung’s the name” he hummed.

“soonyoung. i like it, it sounds pretty” you mumbled shyly and looked up at him tenderly “good night, soonyoung”

hoshi nodded gently and left. and after he did, he had to physically prevent himself from screaming. you were so adorable.

the night passed surprisingly quickly, causing you to wonder if it was all just a dream. but opening your eyes and seeing soonyoung’s cabin and the open sea behind the windows made you realise it wasn’t.

you saw a pile of clothes and a cup of steaming tea on his desk. you put them on (hoping these were for you) and drank the tea slowly, looking at the view outside the window. the clothes you were given was male but they actually fit on you. maybe those were woozi’s? he seemed like a small person…?

you were about to leave when you remembered the tiger print handkerchief. grabbing it and putting it on, you smiled proudly. once you were done, you stepped out of the cabin.

refreshing breeze hit your hair, the smell of the sea mixed with salt filling your nostrills. the sun was shining, warmly falling on your skin.

“yoo hoo, y/n! up here!”

you looked up and saw hoshi coming down from the ship mast. in to time, almost jumping like a tiger, he was next to you.

“did you sleep well?” he asked and you could finally look at his handsome face in full sunlight. nodding enthusiastically, he smiled “good. well, then. welcome officially on the seventeen’s crew!”

you heard some cheers and applause, smile forming in your lips. soonyoung stole a glance at the tiger printed tissue fashionably tucked in the shirt’s pocket and he couldn’t help but grin.

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[larxicana]

The Potential

AO3 Link

Summary:

“I see.” Foxy hummed. He was quiet for a few long moments, before looking down at the bassist. “Aye, I can see the potential,” he finally agreed. Bonnie grinned. “Oh good, I’m glad you approve.” The pirate held up his hand, “Ah, I didn’ say anythin’ ‘bout approval, love. I still be needin’ more information. Firsthand scientific research, ya see.” ** Bonnie introduces Foxy, his original partner in crime, to Monty, his current partner in crime, for the first time. Foxy doesn't fully understand what Bonnie finds so fun about the gator, so he decides to do his own experiment.

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Five Nights at Freddy's

Relationships:

Foxy/Montgomery Gator (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Bonnie/Freddy Fazbear

Characters:

Bonnie (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Foxy (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Montgomery Gator (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Gregory (Five Nights at Freddy's)

The Gang

Additional Tags:

Post-Game: Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach (2021)

Foxy meets Monty for the first time

Repaired Foxy

Scientific Research

Very official stuff

A Grand Chase

Monty gets pissed

And Foxy disarms him in ten minutes

Foxy is an adrenaline junky

flirting?

Flirting

Bonnie's a little shit

Bonnie and Foxy are the bestest of friends

Gods help everyone else around them

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Fear of Falling [Emily x Reader]

Photo credits: Center (@chanelmonamour) Left and Right (@foxy-eva)

Prompt: Emily and the non-BAU reader meet each other due to a game of truth or dare that does not turn out how either of them expected. 

Pairing: Emily x female reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns 

Category: Comfort/fluff/smut

Word Count: 13.3K 

A/N: Hi, loves! First off this story is 18+ Minors DNI. Please respect this boundary. Content warnings are below the cut. I hope you had a fun and relaxed Christmas/Holiday season. The lovely @shqtteredcrystql1 requested a fic with a reader who had never dated a woman before and is not very experienced with intimacy. I loved this idea and jumped on it, and it grew from there. It seems I’m not able to write anything short anymore. I also included a lot of “pick your own” options, but you can just jump into the story and go back when you get to one of those options. If you like this, I might write a second part. Lastly, my requests are open. If you'd like to submit a request/idea, please see this post, CM Request Post (linked) With all that being said, I hope you all like this, it was so fun to write! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! - Love Levi -❤️

Content Warnings: Drinking [reader and Emily], unwanted physical touch, mention of workplace harassment, sex [oral, fem receiving (reader)]. If I missed any, please let me know.

List with all stories 

_y/n_ = your name 

_y/c/h_ = your color hair 

_y/f/c/l_ = your favorite color lipstick 

_y/f/b/o/b_ = your favorite brand of bag

_y/f/s_ = your favorite scent 

_y/j_ = your job 

_y/h/t_ = your home town 

_y/f/c_ = your favorite color 

_i/s/p/h_ = insert special person here (mom/dad/guardian/friend/mentor etc.) 

_y/e/w/m/b_ = your experience with men before (if you don’t have any, then say that) 

_w/y/d/w/ys_= what you’ve done with yourself before 

The tap on _y/n_’s shoulder surprised her. _y/n_ was so absorbed in her own thoughts that the physical contact had her whip her head to the right. _y/n_ didn’t expect to see a very pretty, keen-eyed woman who was sporting a rather bashful smile on such a pretty face. Any annoyance _y/n_ had felt at being disturbed melted away and she relaxed as little. _y/n_ said, “Sorry, you scared me. Is there something I can do for you?” The woman flushed and replied, “Don’t be sorry. I should have said something before. I just wanted to give you this.” The woman handed her a small piece of paper that was folded into fours. Before _y/n_ could even ask the tall brunette her name, the woman was walking with a determined pace back toward the group she had come in with. With incredulity, _y/n_ opened the note. There were just a few words scribbled in semi-sloppy penmanship saying, “Emily Prentiss 512 - 198 - 4459. Call me if you’re interested/open.” The simple note had _y/n_’s head whip up once more and looked at Emily’s retreating figure. _y/n_ had noticed Miss Prentiss when she walked into the bar. _y/n_ thought, “I mean, how couldn’t you notice her? She’s the prettiest person in this joint.” _y/n_ had tried to not gawk for about ten minutes until she got a text that had soured her whole mood. Had pulled her mind away from the beautiful woman sitting at a table full of friends and laughter, unlike her own. Now _y/n_’s mind was fully back on Emily. Looking at Emily’s beautiful figure, _y/n_ thought that there was no way that someone so lovely would be marginally interested in her. Just as _y/n_ felt a spark of excitement, and hope after a very long week, it was snuffed out immediately when Emily got back to her table and a chorus of laughter erupted from her friends. _y/n_ didn’t see Prentiss’s face as she sat back down, or how flushed she was. All _y/n_ could interpret from that interaction was that she had, yet again, been the butt of someone else’s joke. _y/n_’s inner voice said, “What, you’re surprised? This isn’t new, _y/n_. Get a grip. It’s just the first time this has happened with a woman.” And though it was cruel, it was true. _y/n_ had been let down by lots of men before, but she had started to question if men were something she was even interested in. Not that she had much physical experience with men to begin with, but even with that being the case, _y/n_ had started to be drawn to women more. Those types of thoughts had always lingered in her mind, even since childhood, but she had suppressed them. Thinking, “That can’t be me. I must be making it up.” But the more, _y/n_ interrogated those thoughts, the more she realized she had feelings for women were just as strong, if not stronger as those she held for men. What this all meant, _y/n_ wasn’t sure, but her encounter with Emily did have her feeling very good about her chances. The bartender was perceptive to _y/n’s disappointment and asked, “You look like you need another drink, sweetie. What can I get you?” _y/n_ looked at him with half-blurred eyes from tears and said, “The strongest, cheapest thing you’ve got. Keep ‘em coming.” 

While this was all transpiring, Emily was blushing like a mad woman. The young lady who she had given her number to was pretty. There was a look about her, a sort of glow that permeated the space she sat near. If she wasn’t with Derek, Spencer, JJ, and Garcia, Emily would have happily planted herself next to the woman and basked in her glow for hours. But Prentiss, for heaven’s knows why, had agreed to play truth or dare with the members of the team. It was the moment that Derek had suggested the game that Aaron and Rossi agreed it was time for them to head out. Once their superiors were gone. Morgan smiled and said, “Alright, we draw straws to see who gets to ask the first question. Remember, you get to pick truth or dare, but once you’ve chosen, you’re locked into that choice.” Everyone nodded in agreement. Penelope had drawn the short straw which let her ask the first question. The questions and dares had started simple like asking about small embarrassing stories or minor challenges for the dares, but as the drinks flowed, the conversation had gotten more personal. There had been two rounds with Emily picking dare each time, and she wasn’t planning on stopping now. As much as she loved her friends, the team didn’t need to her about her sex life or dating woes. Revealing any of those details would only expose how lonely she had been for the last four months. So when it came down to her turn again, with JJ asking the question, Emily happily said, “Dare.” JJ had been expecting this and planned her dare well, saying, “Give your phone number to the most attractive person in this bar right now.” Emily’s eyes widened at the challenge. It was the best one yet. Derek doing push-ups in the corner was not nearly as interesting as making Emily pick the most attractive person in a bar. Emily shot JJ a small look. Just last week she and the empathetic media liaison had been talking about dating and JJ’s upcoming engagement party. Emily had revealed to JJ that she hadn’t even tried seeing anyone for months. That she’d slightly given up on the dating scene. JJ’s dare was a soft push to try again. The glow from the woman at the bar had drawn Emily’s attention again, and Prentiss pulled out a small notepad, tore out a page, and wrote a quick message. Emily had never had success with giving her number to people, but heck, she didn’t see how it could hurt now. The interaction with the stranger was quick, but whoever she had given her number to, was so beautiful with her _y/c/h_ and _y/f/c_ lipstick. Even though it was less than a minute-long interaction, Emily felt like some of the stranger's warmth had rubbed off on her. As Emily made it back to the table, the group cheered her on. Little did they know, their claps and laughter were having such a negative effect on the woman sitting at the bar and looking at Emily’s turned back with a deep sense of longing. 

A half-hour later, the BAU members had sobered up considerably and planned on heading out. As they all got out of their chairs, Derek looked over to the bar and said to Emily, “You might want to reconsider accepting messages for that girl you gave your number to.” Prentiss quirked an eyebrow in confusion. Before she could ask, Derek took her shoulder and turned her one-eighty degrees to face the bar. It took a microsecond for Emily to see the aforementioned woman at the bar laughing at some guy's joke. As Emily looked closer, the man had his large splotchy hand on the small of the woman’s back. Worse still the guy started slipping his hand under the back of the woman’s shirt. That was enough for Emily to want to step in. Something, be it intuition or personal experience, told Prentiss that if this lovely woman was sober, she’d have told the guy invading her privacy off minutes ago. As Emily stepped forward, Garcia asked, “Do you want me to wait for you?” Prentiss nodded her head no and said, “I’ll take an Uber back. Thanks for picking me up, Penelope.” Garcia smiled and said, “Of course baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Emily nodded and turned, but Penelope stopped her once more by saying, “And Emily, don’t bite his head off. I don’t think Hotch would appreciate that.” Prentiss gave her friend a small, reassuring smile before turning on her heel and moving quickly to the bar. 

Once Emily had reached the bar, she stepped between the man and the woman. Before the man could protest, Emily said, “Hey sis. Sorry, I lost you. Collin talked my ear off at the restaurant. You should have called me and told me you moved to a bar. I would have joined you a half-hour ago.” Emily mentally crossed every part of her body that could be crossed, and some parts that couldn’t, that her ploy would work on the man breathing heavily behind her. There was a tense minute before the man slipped away and back to the upstairs section of the bar. When the creep had gone, the woman turned her head toward Emily. Her cheeks were severely flushed and the woman said, “Good job, you had your laugh and white knighted. You can leave me alone in my misery now.” Emily’s brow furrowed a bit at the comment. She got the “White Knight” bit; she had swooped in like some kind of savior, but Prentiss didn’t like the way that guy had been touching the inebriated woman in front of her. But the bit that she didn’t understand was the laughing bit. Emily hadn’t laughed at the woman. The added comment about misery had Prentiss look at the woman more closely. _y/n_ kept Emily’s gaze. She might be upset, but that didn’t mean she was going to miss out on looking at someone as radiant as Emily. Even if she’d made fun of her, Emily was still brilliant. _y/n_ reasoned, “When am I going to get to see someone so pretty again? Might as well enjoy it.” The fact that _y/n_ was drunk was also helping. 

While the yet unnamed woman looked at Emily, the profiler took a closer look at her face. It seemed the cheerful facade from a few minutes earlier had slid off like bad veneers. The woman did look miserable. As Emily looked at her, she could see the apathy in the woman’s eyes. The dark circles from lack of sleep or stress. Prentiss asked, “Why did you say I was laughing at you? Is that what’s making you so sad?” Emily felt an odd desire to comfort the woman in front of her. To understand where the look of resigned desperation was coming from. _y/n_ sniffled and said, “Well you know. Go up to someone, get their hopes up, make them think that they’re something, and then go back to the table with your friends and have a big old laugh about it. Like ‘Hahaha Good one, Emily, I bet she bought that. Like I’d touch that with a ten-foot pole.’” _y/n_ was crying now, feeling re-humiliated. 

As Emily heard the story of JJ’s dare from the woman’s perspective, her face fell. She hadn’t meant her giving her number to come off as some kind of cruel prank, and Emily said, “Hey, …. Um, what’s your name?” _y/n_ murmured, “_y/n_,” into a napkin, as she wiped at her nose which was now unbecomingly dripping due to the crying. Emily placed a hand on _y/n_’s shoulder and said, “_y/n_. I am so, so sorry if me and my friends' actions felt like we were mocking you. Treating you like a game.” _y/n_ looked up at Emily, and with a sharpness in her voice, she said, “Well what was it then? Because it certainly felt like one to me.” Emily wondered how to phrase her next response. She felt horrible for making _y/n_ feel this way. In all honestly, Prentiss thought about lying and saying that her friends had just made a joke when she got back to the table, and everyone had laughed at the right time. _y/n_ was drunk enough that she wouldn’t remember the lie in the morning. But Emily didn’t believe in starting relationships, even friendships based on a lie. Emily took a deep breath and said, “Let me tell you what happened, please?” _y/n_ nodded that she was listening, even as her face still burned in shame. 

Emily swallowed once before saying, “My friends and I were pretty tipsy already. We decided to play truth or dare.” This had _y/n_ freeze, because it fucking confirmed that it had been a game. Emily continued anyway. “I’d been going on all night about being lonely and crap and then you walked in, and I kind of stopped talking. I was just captivated by you.” Prentiss remembered how Spencer had had to tap her to get her attention away from _y/n_. Derek had teased her, “Someone caught your eye, Em?” To which she had blushed furiously. Derek then said, “You should give her your number you know.” That was where JJ had gotten the idea for her next dare from. Emily blinked and said, “Well my friends had seen how I’d reacted to your very presence, and my friend dared me to give my number to the the most attractive person in the room. And that was you. I swear that my friends didn’t mean it as a joke. I didn’t mean it as a joke. You are the most pretty person in his building, on the block, in the whole city, I swear.” _y/n_ looked up at Emily, eyes, still red, and asked, “Then why did they laugh when you got back?” As _y/n_ reflected, given the new context, perhaps she had been overthinking again. But that didn’t explain the laughter. 

Prentiss sighed and said, “I have a bit of a tough guy reputation at work. It’s unusual for me to be so nervous about something. That’s why they laughed.” A hint of understanding came to _y/n_’s eyes and she said, “Why would you be interested in me? I’m nobody special.” Emily patted _y/n_’s hand and replied, “_y/n_, I know I don’t know you at all, but you’re certainly not a nobody. I think you’re far from nobody.” _y/n_ blinked back fresh tears and said, “Well you’re the first person to see me like that in a long time. I’m sorry I’m so emotional. This is so embarrassing. I think I’ll go home.” _y/n_ really felt like getting under her heavy covers and sleeping for two months, hoping to wake up and have her whole life changed, and particularly to forget tonight. 

Emily nodded, getting out of her chair to make room for _y/n_. Prentiss wasn’t sure _y/n_ had really sobered up enough to drive or even call a cab, so she was going to ensure that _y/n_ got back home, wherever that was, safe. Once _y/n_’s feet hit the ground, she listed forward. Emily could immediately tell that _y/n_ would need help getting home and said, “_y/n_, let me call you an Uber or a Lyft. You shouldn’t be trying to drive after, well, after tonight I think.” _y/n_ brushed Prentiss off and said, “I just live two blocks down. I didn’t drive here. I’ll be fine.” The false cheeriness was back and this didn’t make Emily feel any better. The agent replied, “Well, it’s good to hear that you’re not driving, but can I walk you back to your place? Just to your front door.” Emily knew this wasn’t like her, but she wouldn’t just let _y/n_ walk out of the bar while she was still pretty sloshed. Furthermore, Emily still felt bad about the dare. The unintended impact it had had on _y/n_ seemed to weigh Prentiss down. After a moment, _y/n_ nodded and slurred, “Yeah, sure.” Emily let out a small breath of relief. The pair moved out of the bar, and _y/n_ led the way on unshakey feet. Emily ended up having to keep _y/n_ up a few times, as they walked down the two blocks. As _y/n_ took a left at a red light, the luxury houses came into view. Prentiss knew the area was rich, but not that rich. Emily looked over at _y/n_ and gently, trying to be sensitive, asked “Are you sure this is where you live?” _y/_ scoffed and said, “Listen, I’m no Daisy Buchannan, alright. One of the older ladies who lives in the neighborhood had a mother-in-law suite that she never uses. She rents it out. I was lucky enough to find the advertisement before anyone else. I don’t think she understands inflation. I barely pay anything for it. I do help her with her yard when she asks me to make up for it. I get lucky because I could never afford it at full price.” After that, there was a soft silence as they walked one more block. Emily assumed the drinks had _y/n_ speaking so candidly. It wasn’t something Prentiss would do with a stranger. Even a hot one. At the end of the street _y/n_ stopped at a little gate that had an old-looking lock on the side. Emily watched as _y/n_ fished through her bag and produced a set of keys that jingled like a bell as _y/n_ attempted to find the right one. When _y/n_ had, she shakily put it in the lock, but her fingers trembled and she dropped the keys into a small dirty puddle on the red brick sidewalk. This happened once more before Emily stepped in and unlocked the gate for _y/n_. Prentiss put her hand on the small of _y/n_’s back and led her over the uneven stone path that went to a very small house that was in the shadow of a huge art deco style mansion. Suddenly the reference to The Great Gatsby made sense. _y/n_ didn’t even try for the two locks on her door. Instead, she found the right key and handed it to Emily to unlock. The brunette easily opened the door and helped _y/n_ to the couch in the space. She turned on the lamp on a small table. With the cozy space illuminated by the soft lamplight, Emily moved back to the couch and asked, “Do you have everything? Your ID, wallet, cell phone, or anything else important?” _y/n_ pulled her _y/f/b/o/b_ into her lap and rifled through it again. When _y/n_ pulled out all of the things Emily had said, there was awkward silence which Emily broke by saying, “I’m gonna head out now. I’m sorry again for tonight.” _y/n_ nodded and watched as the tall woman quickly left the room like this was the most normal thing that had happened to her this week. _y/n_ sighed in resignation and just sat for a few minutes once Prentiss was gone. 

When _y/n_ had composed herself, she moved to her bedroom, stripped, and moved to the bathroom to take a hot shower. As _y/n_ stepped under the shower head and lathered _y/f/s_ed soap over her body, she reflected on how the night had gone. Embarrassingly. Almost as embarrassing as when she’d been invited to a fraternity dance and then found out the day that her date had asked someone else behind her back. It had been humiliating. This night had been the same, except on this occasion, it had been her fault as she had partially misinterpreted the situation. Not that the situation was totally easy to understand, but still, it was awkward. When _y/n_ had taken off her tweed pants, Emiy’s phone number fell out of the pocket. _y/n_ had considered crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash, but her heart had told her to keep it in case she ever got the nerve to text Emily. Given how the night had gone, she doubted it would ever happen. But despite her negative attitude, _y/n_ folded the phone number in two and put it in the top drawer of her bedside table. As _y/n_ finished her shower, she hoped she would wake up feeling better or having forgotten the whole evening. Once the shower was over, _y/n_ slipped into her pajamas, and slumped onto the bed and under the covers. She turned off the light and quickly fell asleep. 

Unfortunately, in the morning, neither of her wishes had come true. Her head pounded from a hangover, and _y/n_ remembered the whole fiasco with Emily too. _y/n_ groaned and got up. She stumbled to the bathroom and drowned a glass of tap water and two aspirin. She’d overslept and she would need to rush to get to work on time. _y/n_ just barely made it to _y/j_. This had been happening more and more often recently. At the beginning of the year, _y/n_ had finally landed a job that she was excited about. But as it turned out with most things that seemed too good to be true, the job had ended up being more of a pain. There was a high turnover rate, and _y/n_ ended up taking on projects and work that weren’t under her purview. Because of this, her performance plummeted due to not being trained on her new tasks. And another problem had come up as well. Her manager, who had seemed cool and understanding in her three interviews had turned out to be more of a bother than a help. He had started making small comments about her appearance, and then he’d started offering to take her out to dinner or drinks, and he’d become more and more insistent about getting to know her better outside of work hours. Things hadn’t escalated too far. That was until the previous day. The older man had called her into a private meeting and threatened to cut her pay if her performance didn’t improve. And he’d personally told her he would train her on the things that she didn’t know, but only if she’d go with him to drinks that weekend. _y/n_ had wrestled all day with whether to contact HR about the man’s unwanted advances. Now that things had escalated to threats it seemed justified. However, she was so new to the job, and HR and everyone seemed to love her boss. That had led to a personal crisis, thus the night of drinking at the bar. As _y/n_ reflected, she steeled herself for the day and just decided for the moment to deal with it. To do her job, ignore everything and everyone, and solely work. _y/n_’s bosses harassment and threats, along with _y/n_’s avoidant behavior went on for another week. The man remained relentless. That afternoon he had even touched _y/n_. His hand trailed it down to her lower back. The sensation made _y/n_ want to scream. The tension built for the week and _y/n_ let everything in her personal life fall apart, including her house. 

That Friday she had a panic attack in the bathroom and decided enough was enough. She went to HR and told them about what had been happening. About her discomfort and the growing threats. _y/n_nwas eternally grateful to be taken seriously and the personnel team took her statement and promised to look into the matter discreetly. When _y/n_ got home that day, she decided it was finally time to clear up the mess she’d left behind. It took a good four hours with her bedroom being the last thing she decluttered, swept, and put back together. The top drawer of her nightstand had accumulated lots of junk and receipts, and _y/n_ quickly moved to throw them in the small trashcan by her bed. However, a folded slip of paper made it out of her hands and fluttered to the floor. _y/n_ sighed as she threw away the rubbish and bent down to grab the last piece of trash to get rid of it. _y/n_ didn’t recognize it and unfolded it. It was Emily’s note from a few weeks back. The instant _y/n_ saw the neat handwriting, Emily’s bright face flashed into her vision. Prentiss’s dark eyes and the way she spoke with a confidence _y/n_ lacked. The beautiful woman’s image seemed burned into _y/n_’s mind. Of course, she remembered the embarrassing parts of the evening as well, but something about Emily Prentiss had engrained itself in _y/n_’s head. _y/n_ held the paper in her palm and sighed. She moved to the kitchen and started cooking a simple meal. She sipped on a glass of wine and pondered if it was too late to text the woman back. _y/n_ realized that she’d never get Emily out of her mind unless she did something about it. _y/n_ pulled up her phone. She started a new message and input Emily’s number. _y/n_ tapped the counter before finally texting: 

Hey, Emily. This is _y/n_ from that bar on 6th Street. I’m really sorry if I made the end of your evening awkward or if you had other plans. You were nice to me, and I want to thank you for that. I hope you're having a good start to your weekend. - _y/n_. 

With that, _y/n_ hit the send button and then promptly moved her phone into her bedroom, not wanting to see if she got a response. Instead, she moved back to the kitchen, stirred her two pans with a wooden spatula, and metaphorically patted herself on the back. She’d done a brave thing, which for _y/n_ was not something that came easy to her. In fact, over the last few weeks, she’d been finding herself doing more and more brave things, and this was the latest of them. _y/n_ didn’t particularly like change, confrontation, or anything that would have made her stand out in any way. _y/n_ hadn’t always felt good about herself, and adding a spotlight to her actions was the last thing she wanted. But moving to D.C. from _y/h/t_ had been a change she had hoped would push her out of her comfort zone. It might have taken about eleven months, but _y/n_ was finally beginning to think, that maybe, it was happening. After dinner and some light reading, _y/n_ moved to her room. It was a bit early for her to go to bed, but she felt the call of the mattress. _y/n_ slipped into her pajamas and moved under the covers. Before going to bed, _y/n_ grabbed her phone to set an alarm. She’d sleep in, but she didn’t want to waste the whole next day in bed. As her phone blinked on. There was a text from a number she didn’t know. With her heart skipping a beat, _y/n_ unlocked her phone and opened her messages. There was a simple reply to her previous text to Emily. It read: “Hey, _y/n_. It’s good to hear from you. Unfortunately, work has me busy and out of town, but I hope you’re doing well and feeling okay. Keep your head up. Emily.” Although the text was short and simple and didn’t quite open the dialog for further conversation, that hadn’t exactly been _y/n_’s goal. The goal was doing the hard thing, and it had been done and there had been a nice reply as a cherry on top. So, with that, _y/n_ set her alarms and went to sleep contented. 

Emily looked down at the hard ice under her. It was glossy. So glossy that she could see her reflection almost. The sound of the other skaters' laughter and skates against the ice made her sigh. The ice had just been smoothed by the Zamboni. Emily had known it was a bad idea to go out on the ice when it was so slick. However, she had waited a whole half-hour for Benette from Hinge to show up. He had seemed nice, He had blue eyes and a kind smile. One that seemed normal enough to be someone real and not a catfish. They had texted for two weeks and spoken on the phone once before he’d offered to take her on a date to the ice skating rink. The idea had been a new one to her. Most of the people who she went out with on-first-but-never-second-dates, took her to bars or dinner. The prospect of not drinking or eating had been refreshing, and Benette had been original, which put him on the plus side of things. However, the fact that he was so late began to irk Prentiss. When the half-hour mark came and went, Emily gave up on the man in private equity, rented her skates herself, and ventured out on the ice. She was already here, why not take a lap or two? She had only made it halfway around the rink before she ate it. The ice against her legs reminded Emily that she wasn’t sixteen anymore. She was sure there would be a bruise on her hips in the morning. And when she got to work on Monday, Derek would ask why she was limping and she’d have to explain. Then Morgan would laugh and gently tease her about being a geriatric, and by that point, she would have forgotten how her second date in a row had stood her up. Emily rested her hand on the frozen water before getting ready to get up onto unstable, cold, wet, legs. Before she had a chance, a skater, who had been moving quite quickly over the ice stopped neatly in front of her. There was a pair of white skates and _y/f/c_ leg warmers. 

After a second, Emily looked up to see who exactly was offering her a hand up. From the attire, she highly doubted it was Benette unless he had a very big secret to tell her. But when Emily’s eyes settled on the person in front of her, she recognized the face. It took a second before she realized she knew that face. At this point, Emily was back on her feet thanks to the hand up, and only then did she say, “Hey _y/n_. Fancy seeing you here.” At this point, she was blushing and slightly embarrassed. _y/n_ smiled at her and said, “Hey, Emily. I never really expected to see you again. Are you alright? That looked like a nasty fall.” _y/n_’s comment only had Prentiss blush further, and she said, “Oh, well, you know, I’ll probably be sore for a week, but nothing’s broken.” _y/n_ noticed the flush on Prentiss’s face. _y/n_ didn’t take her hands off of Emily. Now it was _y/n_’s turn to worry that Emily might fall. Eventually, their hands grew warm, and they dropped them. _y/n_ looked over at Prentiss and asked, “Are you waiting for someone? I’ve been here for about an hour, and well, I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been here for a while. Sorry If I’m being nosy.” Emily sighed and said, “I was waiting for someone, but I don’t think they’re coming. That’s pretty depressing, isn’t it.” _y/n_ tipped her head and said, “I’m sorry. And sorry that you had to be out of town for work during the holidays. That always reeks.” Emily nodded. The case had been bad. Plus being stood up was never fun, but it was nice to see _y/n_ again. Nice to know that _y/n_ had made it past their shared night in the bar and their brief text exchange. Emily had forgotten how pretty _y/n_ was, but being in front of her again, she felt the unfamiliar pull toward _y/n__y/n_ pushed off the rink wall and moved to Emily’s side. Emily attempted to move forward, but she very shortly after almost fell again. Because of this fact, _y/n_ had stayed close by. As Emily nearly fell, _y/n_ skated in front of her and took her hands firmly. Steadying her. Emily watched with some surprise as _y/n_ skated backward with ease as _y/n_ kept her steady. After a minute of moving along the wall, _y/n_ asked, “Would you like me to let you go?” Prentiss considered it for a second and then said, “I’d rather you didn’t. If you don’t mind.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “I don’t mind.” Emily nodded. 

There was a short silence before Emily said, “So, um, are you feeling better since the last time I saw you?” _y/n_ flushed thinking of the last time they’d seen each other, but _y/n_ had grown since then, and replied, “I have actually. Well, at least I haven’t gotten so slooshed that I can’t tell when a pretty woman tells me that I’m the pretty one and that I matter for some inexplicable reason.” The bluntness with which _y/n_ made the statement had Emily chuckle and she said, “Well it’s true. You are pretty, and  you do matter.” _y/n_ felt a flush bloom over her face, and to divert the attention from her, _y/n_ asked, “So, what asshole decided to stand you up? I might just give them a kick in the teeth.” Where this confidence was coming from, _y/n_ couldn’t say, but the small shine in Emily’s eyes made it all worth it. Prentiss sighed and replied, “Hinge. I should learn that my luck with dating apps is cursed. I’ve been stood up on four dates from Tinder and Bumble in the last three months. Talk about a track record. Also, you’re very good at staking backward. If that was me, I’d be on my ass already.” _y/n_ chuckled and said, “Well they’re all idiots for standing you up. And the ice skating thing, that was more of my _i/s/p/h_’s idea. You know, every kid needs a hobby, and they stuck me in skating. It wasn’t a very practical choice on their end. It’s not like I’m going to the Olympics or anything.” Emily smiled and replied, “Well, you say that, but it’s proving a very practical skill to me right now. And it’s gotta look cool if nothing else. My mother had me in language schools since I was five and then after all that, she had me practicing piano for three hours a day.” _y/n_’s eyes grew wider at the revelation. Emily Prentiss didn’t exactly seem like the type of person to just open up, but she had said something about her childhood, and perhaps Emily was simply reciprocating. After a beat, _y/n_ replied, “That sounds, lonely. Do you find either the languages or music skills still helpful to you?” Emily thought back to her first case with the BAU and how her Egyptian had helped the team. How it had bought her points with Gideon and Hotch. Of course, both men saw her for more than that after she’d become a permanent fixture on the team. Sometimes Emily wished she’d had more time with Agent Gideon. She felt like they could have been friends, but, the past was the past, and she let out a sigh before saying, “The languages come in handy when something comes up at work. However almost everyone in my department is multilingual, and if they’re not, well, I’ll just say that they make up for it with an abundance of talents in other areas. As for the piano lessons. Like most little girls and boys, I hated the practice. I gave it up in high school, and I regret that now. I have a keyboard at my place and if I ever find the time, I tinker, but not much more than that.” By the time Emily had finished talking, the pair had made it back to the opening of the rink. Prentiss had hardly noticed as she looked into _y/n_’s eyes and talked like they were friends. _y/n_ had made it easy to glide along the ice unafraid of falling or bumping into people, or worse, taking down some kid with her as she fell. _y/n_ stopped just beyond the opening, giving Emily a prime place to step out. However, Emily was hesitant to let go for a second, either from fear of falling or something else, she couldn’t say. 

_y/n_ looked at Emily and asked, “Would you like to go around another time?” It was the only reason _y/n_ could think of why Emily would still be holding her hands. Prentiss seemed to snap too, and replied, “Oh, no. thank you.” _y/n_’s face fell a little, But Emily was still looking into her countenance, and she was thinking that she did want to spend more time with _y/n_. Talking with her had been so calming. So easy. Like they were good friends who just hadn’t met yet. It took another second before Emily realized that she hadn’t shared the second part of her sentence aloud, and she blushed madly as she said, “But I’d like to hang out, maybe. Just someplace where I’m less likely to break a wrist or hip. There’s a cute coffee shop down the street if you’re down?” The words came out in a jumble, and Prentiss wondered why she was suddenly so bad at talking to women. Why did every attempt at flirting or a friendship with _y/n_ come off as vaguely insulting? She hadn’t dated a woman in a while, but Emily wasn’t that out of practice. It’s not like she’d been dating men in the recess. All Prentiss could do was wait and see how _y/n_ responded to yet another botched attempt at flirtation. After a second, _y/n_’s face broke out into a soft smile and said, “Yeah. I’d like that.” Emily beamed, and once she was off the ice, Emily helped _y/n_ step off the ice even though she clearly didn’t need her help. Emily asked, “Did you get a locker for your things?” _y/n_nodded and said, “Yes, right over there.” _y/n_ pointed to a row of lockers on the far side of the space. Emily’s purse and black boots were in a locker on the other side of _y/n_’s and they both moved in that direction chatting about the weather over the last week. A conversation that was easy to cut off when they both got to a place where they needed to split up for a second. Emily moved close to her locker and sat on the wooden benches taking off her skates. Emily moved to her locker and slipped the finicky key into her locker’s lock. She grabbed her shoes and zipped them up. The last thing she needed to do was sling her handbag over her shoulder, and then she’d go over to _y/n_ and they’d walk over to the coffee shop together. Just as Emily was walking over to _y/n_. She looked at the ground, trying to avoid the numerous puddles that spotted the ground. She didn’t want to get her leather Hermes shoes wet. However, the sound of _y/n_ shouting, “Hey, hey! Let go of it,” and then the sound of a sharp hand on flesh snapped Emily’s eyes up. Prentiss watched as the man ripped the purse from _y/n_’s hands, as _y/n_ moved her hands to her face which had just been hit. The fact that some punk had tried to and was now running away with _y/n_’s bag was bad, but the fact that the whippersnapper had hit _y/n_ had Emily running after him with a determination she would on a case. She flew past _y/n_ and tossed her purse over to the half-stunned woman to allow her to run unencumbered. 

Emily’s footsteps pounded on the half-frozen ground. She deftly avoided the slick patches of ice that peppered the sidewalks and street. The vandal was not so lucky and took a few falls which slowed him down. The young man did make it past the crosswalk just before the warning hand popped up. The man had realized he was being followed and hoped to put some space between himself and the agent hot on his heels. Unfortunately for the thief, Emily was undeterred by the flashing orange hand and oncoming car. She wasn’t letting this punk get away with _y/n_’s things, or the fact that he had hit _y/n_ in an attempt to do so. Prentiss moved into the two-lane street and dodged a small Kia that honked at her furiously to get out of the way. She didn’t pay attention to the angry driver, as she made up some distance with the man. Emily felt her breath coming fast inhalations and exhilations as the man quickly, dangerously rounded a sharp corner in an alley full of trash and gunk. Prentiss was close enough to tackle the man, so she did. They both went down with a smack on the pavement, but the man had it worse as he went face-first into the street while Emily’s face and chest were padded by his legs. The man groaned, “Goddamn it. Where do you get off taking a guy down like that? Who the fuck are you anyway, J.I. Jane?” Emily smirked and said, “Who I am doesn’t matter. Maybe don’t try stealing shit in the open. Better yet, don’t try stealing anything at all.” Emily hauled the man up and toward a still police car that she had passed in her foot chase. Prentiss tapped on the window and flashed her badge. Thankfully didn’t take long for the officer to her statement and number for a follow-up call if he had more questions. _y/n_ watched as about twenty minutes later Emily came back into view. Her cream-colored pants looked dirty, like she’d rolled in some mud, but the smile on her face, as she held up _y/n_’s purse in triumph, had _y/n_ smiling as well. When Prentiss, who seemed to be out of breath, reached _y/n_ they both asked in unison, “Are you okay?” Emily repeated the question first and said, “Did that guy hurt you? Is your face alright?” _y/n_  nodded yes and said, “It’s fine, just a split lip is all. Nothing to write home about.” Even as _y/n_ said this, Prentiss looked more closely at _y/n_’s face, softly running her thumb over her mouth. _y/n_ cringed ever so slightly and let out a breath, as Emily’s warm hand brushed over her face, and the rush of warmth she felt as the brunette checked over her for any damage was something she hadn’t felt in months. The sensation was not unwelcome. When Prentiss had composed herself, _y/n_ gently brushed over her pants, trying to clean them a little, and see if Emily was hurt too. But the tall woman did not react. She just let _y/n_ fawn over her for a few minutes before Emily took _y/n_’s hands in hers saying, “I’m alright _y/n_, really. I just need to get these pants clean once I get home.” _y/n_ nodded, no longer in a daze from the events, but now by the woman in front of her. _y/n_ looked at her and asked, “How did you just do that, exactly? Are you often running down random pickpockets?” Prentiss chuckled and said, “Maybe. How about we talk about it over coffee? We seem to be continually interrupted by stuff, but I’m not going to let this stop us. Not even these dirty pants.” _y/n_ nodded and they exchanged purses and walked the short way to the quaint coffee shop named Doubles. Emily got them a seat and _y/n_ took her order of a flat white with vanilla. _y/n_ insisted on paying for her drink because she’d saved her purse. At the counter _y/n_ got her favorite winter drink and Emily’s. The line was shockingly short, and _y/n_ had their beverages in a few moments. 

They sat in relative silence as they blew on their drinks and then sipped them with trepidation and fear that their mouths would be burned. As the drinks cooled, _y/n_ looked at Emily and asked, “What is it you do exactly? You seem so capable. Like you could do anything in the world.” Prentiss hesitated. She wasn’t one to disclose her job easily, but when she looked at _y/n_, she felt the openness she had when they were on the rink, like old friends. And Emily said, “I work for the FBI.” _y/n_ seemed surprised and she said, “And I’m guessing it’s not the tax fraud department?” Prentiss laughed low, and replied, “Yeah, not tax fraud, that’s for sure.” _y/n_ thought for a second and asked, “When you said you were out of town for work, was that FBI-related?” Emily nodded and said, “Yeah it was. We kind of just get called in and we go where we’re needed.” _y/n_ reflected on what Emily had said about her childhood. It seemed like a controlled childhood, and now a demanding job, _y/n_ had to ask, “Do you enjoy it? Your work?” There was a tense pause before Prentiss sighed and said, “I do. I know I’m making a difference, in my way. Both to my team and to society. But we all have our regrets about work, don’t we?” _y/n_ nodded in agreement. 

Her recent work affairs had tainted her image of the company as HR had contacted her manager and he’d made a big stink about the whole affair. He’d blamed _y/n_ for coming onto him and not the other way around. HR had taken her side of things in the end. There had been too much evidence to prove anything that _y/n_’s boss had said, but whatever the case was, it was still uncomfortable. Emily saw _y/n_ retreat into herself and asked, “What is it you do, _y/n_?” _y/n_ snapped out of her head and said, “Oh. Nothing important. Just _y/j. Nothing like what you do, I assure you.” Prentiss noticed her uncertainty, the way _y/n_ spoke down about herself again and said, “_y/n_. Your job isn’t any more or less important than mine. We all have to work in this economy unless you're an heiress or something. But as long as it doesn’t drive you crazy and you get paid then I think that’s enough.” There was a pause and Emily asked, “Do you enjoy it?” She couldn’t be sure, as _y/n_’s face shifted into an uncomfortable look. Prentiss quickly tacked on, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” _y/n_ sighed and replied, “I don’t mind talking about it. I’m just disappointed. I moved here a few months ago for this new job, and my boss turned out to be a real ass. It was a whole ordeal last month and the start of this month. I just lost the joy I had for the company I guess.” Emily frowned and said, “That sounds disappointing. I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it more?” Emily realized that she was dancing around a potentially sensitive subject and wished she’d kept her mouth shut. _y/n_ shifted in her seat a bit and said, “It’s getting better actually. I’ve been trying to stand up for myself a bit more. To be honest I’ve been a bit of a doormat most of my life and I’m sick of it. I’m not quite at tackling a guy that steals my purse yet. I think that’s when you graduate from beginner-level non-doormat status. That’s why I’m lucky to have someone like you around. Even if it is serendipitously. But, maybe there are nicer things we can talk about?” 

Emily smiled and nodded, acknowledging how open _y/n_ had been with her. However, she realized that having a lighter conversation would be more enjoyable. And they’d get to know each other better that way. So, for the next hour and a half, they talked about everyday things. Like the worst movie they’d seen that year, or the best album they’d listened to. What had made them laugh so hard that they’d cried. And by the end of the conversation that flowed with ease, as Emily asked _y/n_ if the bar on 6th street was her favorite, or if she just went there out of convenience because it was so close to her house, when Prentiss held out her hand on the table in front of her, and _y/n_ took it. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. _y/n_ and Emily finished their conversation and _y/n_ looked at the woman in front of her. She wasn’t sure what was going on. If this was flirting or friendship or something else entirely, but as things seemed to be wrapping down, _y/n_ didn’t want it to end. So _y/n_ asked, “Emily, would you want to do this again sometime? Like, sometime soon? I don’t know if you can tell or not, but I don’t have many friends, and talking to you, well talking to you is so easy.” Prentiss squeezed _y/n_’s hand slightly and replied, “Yes. I’d like that. Is there a day in the next two weeks that works well for you?” Emily was very happy that _y/n_ had asked, because if _y/n_ hadn’t, then she would have had to, and that somehow felt like pressing her luck. But _y/n_ had asked, and they agreed on a day, and then Emily explained how, due to her work schedule, she had to be very flexible with plans. And if she should have to take a rain check on their next meeting, that it had nothing to do with _y/n_ and everything to do with work. And, although if a statement like that had come from anyone else but the enigmatic Emily, she would have thought they were canceling on her already. But with Prentiss _y/n_ believed her. Or at least she wanted to believe her, and _y/n_  hadn’t had that kind of hope in anyone in a long, long time. So _y/n_ chose to believe Emily and see where it went from here. _y/n_ and Emily said their goodbyes until the next time, and Prentiss gave y/n_’s arm an affectionate rub just before she hopped into that taxi that would whisk her away like a sprite in the wind. 

Both Emily and _y/n_ thought about the other on and off between the next time they would meet. To _y/n_ it all felt new. As she pondered their first and second meeting, _y/n_ contemplated how her stomach fluttered in a way it had in high school, but not since then. _y/n_ wondered if it was love, lust, or something secret thing that she’d not learned about yet that happened when one liked women. She also wondered if it was too fast to be falling head over heels for someone she barely knew. It felt like Twilight but make it homoerotic. _y/n_ wished she was more sure of herself. Wished she had the confidence to just be honest with herself. But for now, she was just happy to be seeing Emily again. And if things went well, which she hoped they would, then she would ask the most beautiful women she’d ever laid eyes on, what exactly it was that they were trying to be. 

Even just as a friend, Emily Prentiss seemed like a good person to have on one’s team. Emily, on the other hand, was trying to figure out how a stranger had gotten her to drop her walls with no prompting, prodding, or intrusive questions at all. Prentiss’s mother had instilled in her, from an early age, a ‘personal none-disclosure policy, no matter what the personal cost.’ And the astute agent stuck to it for the most part. But _y/n_ had managed to weave her way past her barriers so easily, without even trying. And, as Emily thought about it, she realized that _y/n_’s not trying had been the key. If anything, she had been the one that had pressed _y/n_ for information, and _y/n_ had answered honestly. At least all of her tells had indicated honesty. So many of her previous lovers and would-be lovers had pressed and pressed, and pressed, like those accusing witches in Salem. But _y/n_ hadn’t done that. There was just a kindness to _y/n_ that seemed to permeate the air she inhabited. _y/n_ seemed to have a genuine desire to know her, but in a gentle way that didn’t make her feel like a thing being examined under a microscope. Her internal and external flaws were being picked apart one by one via vivisection. No. getting to know and being known by _y/n_ was like gentle hands running up her body, discovering every part of her. Letting herself be known. 

Suddenly Emily felt flushed all over. She was sure she was red in the face because Derek had come up beside her with Garcia nearby and said, “What are you thinking about, baby girl?” Morgan had Emily nearly jump out of her seat, and she said, “Geeze Derek, you didn’t have to scare me to death.” Morgan laughed and said, “Well, if you’d been paying any attention, you’d know I called your name twice before speaking louder. What’s got your mind so busy? You have another hot date last night with a guy?” Morgan couldn’t help but notice Emily’s flushed state, and that her breathing had picked up ever so slightly. Emily sighed and rolled her eyes. Garcia, as if she were a profiler herself, commented, “She rolled her eyes, so it’s probably not a boy. Is it a girl? It could be that or someone who’s non-binary. Oh please Em, spill the beans. My love life is as dry and old bones right now, and I need someone vicarious to live through to make it through the drought.” Now Prentiss rolled her eyes because of Penelope’s antics. Emily had reigned in her straying thoughts and her flush. Morgan chimed in, “I’m siding with Garcia on this one. I haven't heard you complain about a bad date in ages Prentiss. You finally find someone worth your time?” Emily replied, “You know ya’ll two are the biggest gossip’s in this building, right?” Garcia grinned and said, “Guilty as charged. Now spill the tea.” Em sighed again and said, “Listen I don’t even know yet. This is very new and I’m trying to understand my own feelings about the whole situation. As for the gender of this person. I think that can wait. Last time I told you both the restaurant I had dinner with on a second date on Penelope had found that dude’s Insta by the afternoon, so I’m not making that mistake twice.” Before either Morgan or Penelope could protest, Hotch called the team into the conference room to debrief the newest case. It was a mercy for Emily, and she let her mind wander back to the image of her and _y/n_ being that close, or exploring a deeper intimacy together before she fully pushed it aside to focus on the case. 

Emily was back in the David Copperfield Bar, the one on 6th that she’d met _y/n_ at. The last week had been rough. The case was a hard one, bumping right up to the Holidays. Then after that, she got word from her mother that she wouldn’t be able to visit her in London because her mom had to go to an emergency security council meeting in Brussels which had been a big bummer. Emily hadn’t seen her mom in over two years, and this was going to be her chance, but fate had other plans. Plans that even Emily was unaware of. She had found herself in _y/n_’s neck of the woods because she was doing some retail therapy. She’d bought a new dress which she wore out of the Prada. Rossi had offered for her to come and celebrate Christmas with him, but as the rest of the team was mostly away with family or friends, Prentiss felt that it was a little sad and had said no. So she had spent the holidays alone. That depressing fact was still catching up with her. As  Emily sipped on a Cosmo, the doorbell jingled and she was surprised to see _y/n_ step inside and shake off some snow from a warm-looking coat. Her and _y/n_’s next meeting slash date was set for next week on Friday, and Emily hadn’t expected to see her again until this. But the sight was far from unwelcome.

_y/n_ noticed Emily too. _y/n_ moved across the mostly empty space to where she was sitting and said, “Well fancy seeing you here, Emily. Did something drag you to this side of town during the holidays?” _y/n_ couldn’t imagine a person like Emily drinking alone. There must be some other reason. Prentiss sighed and said, “No it’s just me. I was spending my Christmas money, as you can see.” She pointed to her Prada bag, and _y/n_’s eyebrows went up. _y/n_ jokingly asked, “Wow, if the FBI paying that well. I should consider a career change.” _y/n_’s joke didn’t seem to land and Emily still looked glum after. _y/n_ tipped her head to the side and said, “Mind if I join you after grabbing a drink?” Prentiss nodded yes, and _y/n_ was quick to grab her standard drink and then sit down across from the demure woman. After a few moments of silence, _y/n_, “What’s the matter, Emily? You seem so sad.” Emily looked into _y/n_’s empathetic eyes and sighed before saying, “It’s nothing really. I had a bad week at work and then I was supposed to fly out to see my mom but that got mixed up. I’m just throwing myself a pity party by having a cheap drink and having some retail therapy. I’ll be alright, _y/n_. I’m just going to finish this round, closeout, go home, and sleep for a solid eight hours. I’ll feel better then.” Emily was feeling sad, and she didn’t want to dampen _y/n_’s evening with her mood. However, _y/n_ worried about Emily a little. This wasn’t her confident, chipper self. _y/n_ replied, “Do you want to be alone tonight? You can come over to my place. It’s two days after Christmas. If you don’t want to be alone, you don’t have to be Emily.” The words came out of _y/n_ like water. Like they’d been there all along and they’d finally slipped out of her mouth for good. _y/n_ didn’t mind them, but they seemed like something someone far more confident than her would say. Emily similarly seemed taken aback, but mostly because it sounded so nice after all she’d been through that week. To be in _y/n_’s company felt like a balm. Prentiss said gently, “_y/n_, you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to take time away from your life, or if you’ve still got friends or family around.” _y/n_ smiled and replied, “I’ve spent time with the people that matter to me. If I couldn’t see them in person then we called. And I managed to mostly avoid the people I hate. But my house is empty, and you’re welcome in it even if it’s just for an hour so you don’t feel alone.” Emily looked at _y/n_ and again there was no dishonesty in her countenance. Emily wasn’t sure if _y/n_ could tell a lie. And because she badly wanted to feel seen, Prentiss nodded a small yes. They both finished their drinks, and _y/n_ paid for both of them with Emily softly insisting to pay _y/n_ back, but it really didn’t matter either way. 

The pair took their time walking to _y/n_’s house as the flurries floated down in soft waves that made a satisfying crunching sound beneath both _y/n_ and Emily’s feet. Neither spoke as neither knew what was going to happen once they got to _y/n_’s place. But they made it eventually and _y/n_ unlocked the gate and then the door and then she was turning on the lights and telling Emily, “Make yourself at home? Would you like something to drink? Some water or a glass of wine? I’ve got cold brew if you like that at nine p.m.” That finally got Emily to laugh as she took off her coat and rather unceremoniously slumped down on the couch. Hearing Prentiss laugh had _y/n_ turn her head back and say, “Now that’s the girl I know.” Hearing those words had Emily flush. She cleared her throat and said, “A glass of wine would be nice, _y/n_. Thank you for having me.” _y/n_ nodded, and as she poured two glasses red. _y/n_ set the glasses in front of them and then sat next to Emily. She sat so close that she could feel the heat radiating off the brunette beside her. They both took their glasses, gave them a small clink and Emily said, “To friends, we didn’t know we needed.” _y/n_ smiled, placing a hand on Emily’s thigh. _y/n_ took a small sip of wine and then asked, “Is that what we are Emily? Friends?” Prentiss’s eyes had gotten wider, pupils slowly blowing out. Emily softly ran a circle with her thumb over the soft flesh of Emily’s upper leg.

_y/n_ felt like she must be possessed by Aphrodite with the confidence that had up until now, never emerged like this before. _y/n_’s desire for Emily was strong, stronger than it had ever been, and more shockingly was the fact that Prentiss wasn’t pulling away from her touch. She was leaning into it, into her. And before _y/n_ could fully understand what was happening, their lips were meeting and the scent of Emily’s perfume filled her head like a hallucinogen. Emily similarly reveled in the sensation of _y/n_ soft lips pressed against hers. She snaked her hands into _y/n_’s hair, just to make sure this wasn’t a dream. When they had to pull back, Prentiss took a quick breath. She kept her hands woven in _y/n_’s smooth locks and then kissed her forehead tenderly. Emily didn’t consider herself a woman of lust, but the feelings that _y/n_ had pulled out of her made her want more. Made her want to get drunk on _y/n_ alone. Finally, she pulled back, and _y/n_ was flushed and her chest rose and fell more rapidly as if she was still trying to regain her breath. Emily placed a hand on the side of _y/n_’s face. She wanted to ensure that there was consent for everything going forward, so she asked, “_y/n_, do you want to keep doing this? Doing more? I’d like that with you _y/n_, but only if you're comfortable with it. I don’t want to move too fast if it’s unwanted.” Emily’s words seemed to zap all of _y/n_’s confidence from her, and she pulled back a little. Prentiss took this as a “Yes, let’s stop for now,” but didn’t understand the internal conflict _y/n_ was having. Didn’t understand why _y/n_ felt like she couldn’t say yes even though she desperately wanted to. But how could _y/n_ admit that she’d never been with a woman before to someone as pretty and cool as Emily? What would Emily think of her after that? But Prentiss could see _y/n_ look aside, the loss of confidence that had looked so good on her. In a gentle voice, Emily asked, “Penny for your thoughts, _y/n_.” _y/n_ bit the inside of her lip and realized if she was going to be brave with anyone in this area of her life, Emily was probably the best person to do it with. After all, it was Emily, she had just been making out with like it was nothing. So risking whatever there was between them, _y/n_ said, “I, I want to be with you like that Em. It’s just, well, I’ve never been with a woman before and I know, I know it’s stupid, but I don’t know how. I don’t want it to be mediocre. Not for you. With guys, it’s whatever, but not with you. You deserve the best, and…” _y/n_ realized she was rambling and cut herself off, embarrassed. 

Emily nodded a bit in understanding and replied, “_y/n_, did you think I was going to laugh at you or something for not being experienced?” _y/n_ turned her head back to Prentiss and gave a small affirmative nod. Emily sighed and took her hands saying, “_y/n_ we all have to start somewhere. My first time with a woman wasn’t great, I can tell you that. It was all teeth and tongue.” Emily flushed at the memory. She’d grown a lot since then in her sexuality and experience. _y/n_ knew where Emily was coming from but said hesitantly, “Yes, but you’re my first woman to be intimate with Emily and I can only imagine that it will be tongue and teeth when I reciprocate.” Emily squeezed _y/n_’s hand and said, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I want to make you feel good _y/n_. Making you feel amazing will make me feel very happy. And if you want to try with me, I can tell you what I like. Show you what to do? But you don’t have to. You make me feel so open, _y/n_. And I’d like to share that with you, for you, if you’ll have me?” _y/n_ looked at Emily. _y/n_ thought about everything, about how she didn’t know what this relationship was, but how good it had felt to kiss Emily. How natural it was. How Prentiss had booked after a robber just to get her purse back with her. Yes, _y/n_ felt the nerves in her stomach clench in apprehension, but the desire to have something more with Emily gave her the courage to nod and eventually say, “Yes. I want that with you too, Emily. Would you show me how it works?” Emily softly smiled and said, “Of course. I’d be happy too. How would you feel about moving to your bedroom? I think this might be more comfortable there than on the coach.

_y/n_ nodded and stood. Emily placed a hand on her lower back, as they moved a few feet to _y/n_’s bedroom. _y/n_ turned on some lamps and then stood in front of Emily, hands down in supplication. Prentiss moved toward her and said honestly, “You can tell me to stop at any time. If at any point you want to stop, we stop, alright?” _y/n_ nodded yes, and Emily asked, “Please tell me yes.” _y/n_ cleared her throat, a blush rising at the idea of what was about to happen, and said, “Yes. I promise.” Emily smiled and said, “That’s my girl,” before leaning down and kissing _y/n_ again. This kiss was more passionate. Now _y/n_ ran her hands through Emily’s dark hair, while the agent's hands slipped behind _y/n_ back and shoulders. Pulling _y/n_’s body more flush with hers. Prentiss ran her tongue over _y/n_’s low lip and _y/n_ opened her mouth in surprise at the warm, wet sensation. Emily pulled back ever so slightly and looked at the hazy gaze of desire in _y/n_’s eyes. Emily whispered, “Can I slip my tongue in your mouth? I want to taste you here before I taste you down there?” _y/n_ flushed further and nodded her consent. _y/n_ more excitedly pressed her lips to Emily’s opening her mouth again. Emily moved her tongue inside _y/n_’s mouth and softly explored the dark space. Feeling the concaves and upper palette of the space. Emily savored this small step, as she felt _y/n_ press her body even closer to her own as the intimacy and trust grew between them. When _y/n_ let out a soft moan, prompted by Prenitss slipping her hand under her shirt, and to her bare back, Emily pulled away. 

Whatever hesitation or fear had been in _y/n_ before was slowly seeping away as she longed for more sensation from her guide in this new realm or pleasure. Prentiss asked, “Is it okay if I help you out of these things you’re wearing? You get to choose how much you want me to see.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “I’d like you to see everything. And I’d like to see all of your too,” as _y/n_ began undoing the buttons of her shirt while Emily moved her slender hands to _y/n_’s skirt waistband. When the zipper was undone, it slipped to the floor along with _y/n_’s shirt which she cast aside. Emily looked over _y/n_ in her semi-naked state. She was luminous, glowing under the lamplight in _y/f/c_ bra and panties. Emily affirmed her as she had the first night they met. “You are so, so beautiful, _y/n_. With your clothes, without your clothes. You’re like a sun, like a light.” _y/n_ chuckled and moved softly behind Emily, with the profiler watching her graceful steps. _y/n_ said, “May I get you out of this dress?” Prentiss nodded and _y/n_ pulled down the zipper on the back. The gold teeth unwound one by one down to Emily’s lower back Once there, _y/n_ pushed either side of the body off of Emily’s arms. The outfit was formfitting and it took one or two more tugs to get the dress to join the rest of _y/n_’s clothes on the floor. When it was off, _y/n_ moved to face Emily head-on again. Now _y/n_ looked over the goddess that was in front of her and said, “Have you considered that I might just be a mirror and that you’re the one that’s the sun, Emily?” _y/n_ really hadn’t allowed herself to consciously think about Emily like this. Or even look at her that closely until now because an insecure part of her, deep inside, had told _y/n_ that someone like Emily would never be interested in her. But now the most beautiful woman in the world was in front of her, in only a white lace bra and matching underwear and it was all a bit overwhelming in the best possible way. It felt like the relief of getting a breath of oxygen after being pushed underwater by a big wave for too long. It didn’t even take Emily asking to get _y/n_ to take her hand and lead them both to her bed. Once they were on the mattress with _y/n_ laying up on her elbows and Emily slightly over her, Prentiss kissed her mouth and then down her jawline and neck. Once between the valley of _y/n_ breasts, Emily slipped her right hand behind _y/n_’s back and easily undid the clasp of _y/n_’s bra while her left slipped the straps off _y/n_’s shoulders. _y/n_ helped in removing the intimate article. _y/n_’s nipples upon exposure to the cool air formed their taut buds, ready to be rubbed or sucked. However, before Emily moved forward, she sought clarity, 

Emily sat up a bit, and _y/n_ looked slightly disappointed as Prentiss said, “_y/n_. Just so I know, how much experience do you have with sex and intimacy? Be it with men or yourself?” _y/n_ flushed but replied honestly, “You know, I’ve messed around. Had a boyfriend or two. It was mostly _y/e/w/m/b_, but not much more than that. As for what I’ve tried myself is just _w/y/d/w/ys_.” Somehow _y/n_ had imagined that sharing her history with Emily would be embarrassing, like saying she’d never been with a woman would be embarrassing. But Prentiss took it in stride and said, “Thank you for telling me. I’m going to go slow for now. If you want more or less, or to stop, all you have to do is tell me.” _y/n_ nodded and watched as Emily dipped her head down to her chest, taking her right nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue over the sensitive area.” Almost instantly _y/n_ moaned and closed her eyes. As _y/n_ tipped her head back, Prentiss used her left hand to rub over _y/n_’s left nipple and used her right to trace down _y/n_’s side, and then between _y/n_’s legs. With practiced pressure, Emily rubbed circles over _y/n_’s clothed sex. _y/n_ let out another moan, and Emily knew that if she slipped her right hand under _y/n_’s panties, she would feel the beginnings of desire slick her fingers. But she worked slowly, making sure _y/n_ was ready. After a few minutes and many more needy sounds for _y/n_, Emily asked, “Can I taste you down there? It’s not invasive or overwhelming generally speaking like traditional sex. I think you might like it. It’s a good starting place for this type of intimacy.” _y/n_ stopped herself from recounting how the one time she’d asked a partner about cunnilingus, they had said, “That stuff’s gross,” and instead said, “Yes, please.” Because _y/n_ had wondered what it felt like, and if it was Emily's offering, it had to be mindblowing. Everything else the brunette had been doing to her body had been ecstatic. Eliciting feelings and responses she’d never felt before. Emily nodded and again, saw the desire in _y/n_’s eyes. Prentiss kissed down _y/n_’s stomach and navel and then made it to the elastic of her underwear. Because Emily had been continually teasing and applying appropriate pressure to _y/n_’s clit, she knew that _y/n_ was soaked already. That it wouldn’t take much to get her over the edge. Prentiss pulled off _y/n_’s last piece of clothing with _y/n_’s help by lifting her hips. It was just the sound of their shared breath as Emily positioned _y/n_’s legs apart and slightly bent. Emily repositioned herself on the bed and gave one final look to _y/n_ between her legs. _y/n_ nodded her final consent, and Prentiss moved her mouth to _y/n_’s most intimate area. 

Even as Emily’s tongue made its first pass in tasting _y/n_’s arousal, the new sensation had _y/n_ clench her stomach in the most pleasurable way. Similarly, Emily loved the taste of _y/n_ so much that she lapped up and down _y/n_’s sex from her entrance to her sensitive bundle of nerves, taking everything she could with each pass. _y/n_ gripped the sheets of the bed with clenched fists; saying Emily’s name as she struggled to get the word out around her pleasure. Emily slowed her mouth a bit, realizing she was getting ahead of herself with her desire. As Prentiss started to draw small circles up and then down _y/n_ weeping sex, she used her other hand to run up and down _y/n_’s side. After a few minutes of this, _y/n_was panting. The tingling in her core had built up to a fire that was daring to be let out. To flare with just the smallest addition of oxygen. Emily’s mouth and nose were wet with _y/n_’s slick, and when _y/n_ said, “Please, Emily. I don’t think I can take it much longer.” Prentiss moved her attention to the _y/n_’s clit. Emily sucked and licked the area in tight circles. That was all it took for _y/n_ to intensely climax. _y/n_’s orgasm felt like water finally coming to a boil. The sensation was so strong that she spasmed uncontrollably for a moment and then collapsed into the bed. The euphoric feeling was so filling that _y/n_’s mind went blank for a few moments. It took _y/n_ a few minutes to realize that Emily had moved from between her legs and was now by her side, checking in on her, and running a hand up and down her arm to ground _y/n_. When _y/n_ opened her eyes, she said, “That was so good Em. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I want to give that to you too. I’m just not sure if I can do it tonight. My brain, it’s like, turned into soup or something.” _y/n_ chuckled, closing her legs and saying, “Maybe you broke me. I’m not sure if humans are supposed to feel that good.” Prentiss smiled at _y/n_’s words and how flushed she still looked, even minutes after her release. Emily ran a hand through _y/n_’s hair and said, “You deserve to feel that way often, _y/n_. I’ll make it your new normal if you’ll let me. I feel drawn to you in a way I’ve never felt pulled to anyone before. I’d like to show you more. Get to know you more. Keep spending time together.” _y/n_ nodded and said, “I’d like that, But only if you promise to show me how to make you feel this way too?” Emily nodded and said, “It would be a pleasure.” There were a few moments of silence before _y/n_ said, “Spend the night with me, please? It’s late, and I need my sun near me for a warmth I never knew I needed.” Emily smiled and nodded, wordlessly nestling close to _y/n_’s body, finding solace in their proximity. 

After composing herself a bit _y/n_ moved, turned off all of the lights, and lay down next to Emily again. With an arm draped over Prentiss’s waist. _y/n_ asked in the darkness of the room, “What are we exactly, Emily? Is this what people always talk about with love at first sight?” Emily’s laugh reassured _y/n_ that she felt the same way about that trope as her. Emily replied softly, “I don’t know yet. I don’t think this feeling I have around you has ever happened to me before. But maybe we can figure out a label tomorrow if it will bring you comfort. All I know is that I love you, _y/n_, and I don’t want to let you go.” As _y/n_ felt Emily fall asleep in her arms. _y/n_ whispered, “I love you too, Em.” As _y/n_ slipped into oblivion, she pondered how she’d never really allowed herself to fall in love before. Because it could hurt, because she’d been rejected before. The fear of falling seemed so stupid now that Emily was nestled next to her, and with that, she slipped into sleep.

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FNAF Movie parallel Theory/Incoherent Ramblings! (Spoilers ahead.)

Originally, I was gonna give my thoughts on the film but I'm bad at opinions so theory time it is! This is just for fun and to share my thoughts.

I've only seen the film once so I might have misremembered a few things here or there. But there's no harm looking for connections and parallel to the games/books!

Since Mike isn't an Afton... his dad could be a subtle parallel to Henry Emily. Which would make Garett and/or Abby a parallel to Charlie.

Of course, the Schmidt family still has elements of the Aftons. But with all the changes to the lore, the Emily roles could have been added on rather than being non-existent like it seems.

Now, you may be wondering if I'm just desperately digging for any sign of Henry Emily in this film cus he's my favorite character (aside from Michael Afton). And to that I say-

...

Shhhhhhh... Pretend it's not that obvious.

Anywho, let's get to some of these parallels! Shall we?

Aunt Jane… Aunt Jen? Her name being a possible parallel to Henry's sister in the books.

Kinda a weak point here but I'll include it anyways. The Schmidt family is showed to be Christian, evident by Mike remembering them gathered around the table saying grave before eating. "For one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend."

Mike mentioned that his father couldn't handle the lost of Garret, vaguely implying he took his own life. In both the books and the games, Henry committed suicide due to the lost of his child. Silver Eyes had the Suicide Bot and Pizza Sim had the fire. "I am remaining as well. I am nearby."

Garret's death happened before the Missing Children Incident. In the photo that Vanessa shows with her as a child next to her father as Spring Bonnie, she has the same toy plane Garret had when he taken. Which Mike notices. But, with that photo being at the Pizzeria, it's assumed it's still open during that time. Yet Vanessa mentions the Pizzeria was closed shorty after the 5 children went missing. That photo probably wouldn't exist in that form if the place was dealing with an police investigation and a threat of closure.

During Mike's dream sequences, Garret seems unnervingly calm. Almost as though he went willingly. Yet it wouldn't make sense, out in the middle of a forest, for William to be dressed in the SpringBonnie suit in an attempt to lure him. But, if William was a family friend and trusted by his father, it would be easier to get Garret into his car.

If Garret Schmidt was a random child he abducted and murdered on a mere whim, why would "Steve Raglan" recognize that last name? Unless he saw missing posters, the news of the disappearance, or was keeping track of the viticm's families, why remember that random child you killed back in the 80s? One that wasn't even a part of the Missing Children's Incident at Freddy's?

At the end credits, there's the "COME FIND ME" audio easter egg resembling "SAVE THEM." A minigame heavily linked to the puppet, despite the puppet making no appearance nor having a single mention in the movie.

As for Abby... that springlock suit she was almost suited in looked an awfully lot like Ella, one of Charlie's toys from the books. For a reference to Elizabeth, it could have been a clown or something looking like Circus Baby. But why that possible reference to Ella?

Haven't read Silver Eyes in a a good while, but isn't there a sequence where Foxy is chasing Charlie through an arcade? Where she hides behind one of the arcade cabinets, just like Abby does?

Are these just random references and easter eggs pieced together in an incoherent rambling? Indeed they are, thanks for noticing! But that won't stop me from pointing them out for no one else to read.

[girlfriend-to-death]

intro post!

˚₊‧꒰ა hi, i'm angel! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

-19 -genderfluid + transmasc -fictobisexual -any pronouns/gendered terms (pref. for he/they and masc/neutral terms)

this is my selfship blog! my main blog is @hikakaomybeloveds

˚₊‧꒰ა my f/o list & f/o emoji combos ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

(note: this list is updated frequently, so u may see it in progress with some f/os without emoji combos. posts abt f/os without emoji combos will use *f/o name*posting as a stand-in tag (e.g. "finnyposting" for finny)

hunter (the owl house)- my main f/o! my fiancé/silly little guy <3 💛🐺

vincent 🐺❤️ and farz🩸🔪 (boyfriend to death 2): my poly packmates/my favorite big brothers <3 🐺🩸

rire (boyfriend to death): my demon daddy /j 🕶☕️ (this is a darkship for me, with strong themes of mind control and abuse- please filter the "🕶☕️" tag if this is triggering for u)

ren/[REDACTED] (14 days with you): my yandere lover 💖🔪

aeron (art without blood): my queerplatonic love 🎨🩸

dorian (10:16): my fall from grace 📖🦦

yuu 🧸🐻 and tsubaki 🧸🐰 (shota x oni): my f/os that are the most likely to get me cancelled/my shotacon dream 🐻🐰 (this is a shotacon ship. please filter both the "🧸🐰" tag and the "🐻🐰" tag if this is triggering/makes you uncomfortable)

aki (blush blush): my foxy love (yes, that is a pun) 🦊🥰

cashew (blush blush): my favorite bookworm 🐿📖

seth (blush blush): my demon king ❤️‍🔥🐶

reece (blush blush): my time-proofed love 🐈👽

logan (blush blush): the fire[starter] of my heart 🚒🦦

ace (blush blush): my favorite boy at third base ⚾️🦇

kelby (blush blush): my boy with the best jersey to steal 🏀🐓

volks (blush blush): my favorite wolfboy 🖤🐺

casper (a date with death): the moonlight to my sunshine 💙💀

noiz (DRAMAtical murder): the hacker of my heart 🐰💚

koujaku (DRAMAtical murder): my knight in shining armor 🌹🐦

clear (DRAMAtical murder): my malewife /j 🩶🤖

scorpia (she-ra and the princesses of power): the princess of my heart 🦂🥰

vi (arcane): my guard dog 🥊❤️‍🩹

daisuke (mouthwashing): my favorite ray of sunshine 🌺🎮

finny (black butler): 💛✨️

cedric (sofia the first): 💜🪄

hiro (big hero 6): my favorite little scientist 🤖💕

sydney (degrees of lewdity): my favorite girl to corrupt 🪽🖤

the counselor from class of '09 (yes, THAT counselor): 📚😉

lucien lachance (elder scrolls IV: oblivion): my sithis-sanctioned love🩸🖤

˚₊‧꒰ა other emoji combos ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

unrelated to my f/os / abt me or my s/i's: 🪽💖

unanswered ask games: ❔️💕

answered ask games: ❔️💖

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my asks and messages are always open if u wanna send anything or chat, just please be respectful and kind! i'm always looking for proselfship moots (:

please do not ask personal or invasive questions about my life outside of what i volunteer on this blog. this is not a place for me to talk abt my personal life- it is an escape.

NSFW asks are only okay if in direct relation to something i posted or part of an ask game. other kinds are not allowed, and will get u blocked. links to nsfw art in the comments/reblogs of my posts are fine, provided it is warned about/tagged properly.

dni:

i am strictly non-sharing. please DNI if you selfship romantically with any of my f/os. strictly platonic/familial selfshippers are always welcome, though!

MDNI. i plan on posting nsft content here, and i don't want minors on my blog.

antis DNI. go fuck yourself.

anyone else is allowed to interact, but please note i block freely.

NOTE ON MY DNI: my definition of "interact" in this context is sending me asks, following me, messaging me, or repeatedly liking/reblogging my posts. i am not gonna be upset if u like or reblog one or two of my posts (although, arguably, if that's the case, you probably aren't even reading this).

i believe that's all! i hope u all have a fun time scrolling my little corner of the internet!

[8um8le]

i know that a long while back you mentioned what cyber crew, comet, cat, and eclipse all like sound like, but would the mall toons and space friends sound the same as their city counterparts?

The mall toons and the og space friends (show version) have very similar voices, The ogs just have a more exaggerated, expressive voice than their city counterparts

But Cat and Hills + Geo have almost a complete different sounding voice, Hills having a more radio-host sounding/ sport announcer voice, it’s meant to catch people’s attention. While Cat is monotone and nonchalant, matching his unpredictable demeanour

Crown + Pyro have a a similar voice to city Sun, but sun talks like a regular person, His counterparts have a more energetic

I like to think of Hills having a fun time foxy voice while Crown’s lolbit, here’s a utube link for ref lmao: here

And for Night + Hydro, he has a more soothing, less raspy voice than city Moon, a perfect voice to persuade potential buyers for his products

And for Spot + Tele, Comet was always the “skipper” of the group (yes from penguins of Madagascar) he’s adorable, something city Comet wants to seperate himself from, So Tele kinda sounds like city Comet before he hit puberty ahhaha

[ink-flavored]

Incorrect Quotes Tag

tagged by @taranorma , thank you!

Rules: Use this link to generate some incorrect quotes for your characters!

This game is always SUPER fun!!! I'm going to do so many of these

Pride & Justice

Justice: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Pride: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything. Justice: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Pride: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy. Justice: Are you ready to commit? Pride: Like, a crime or a relationship? Pride: So you like cats? Justice: Yeah. Pride: tries to impress him by slowly pushing a glass off the table Justice: Hopefully Pride has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings. Pride: Oh, shut up and die Justice. Justice: I feel like doing something stupid. Pride: I’m stupid, do me. Justice: We both look very handsome tonight. Pride : You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." Justice: I couldn't take that chance. Justice, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me. Kindness: Yeah, Justice will straight up cry in public. Don't try him. Justice: Exactly, I will straight up- Justice: Justice, tearing up: Kindness, why would you say that?! Kindness: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween! Justice: That doesn't exist. Kindness: Not with that attitude. Kindness: Love makes people do stupid things. Justice: I love everything! Kindness: That explains a lot. Ollie: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Dante? Dante: Sofia, easily. Sofia, laughing: What the fuck, man. Dante: Well, Pride would be too easy. He’d probably be into it. Pride, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!? Sofia: What’s it like being tall? Pride: Is it nice? Dante: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Ollie: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want. Pride: sees Sofia and Ollie together Pride: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. Dante: You mean… you ship them?

I could do these forever honestly, but I will arbitrarily stop here so it doesn't get even longer

Tagging: @foxys-fantasy-tales @noblebs @sigridhawke @ink-enchanted @friendlyshaped @vacantgodling and anyone else who wants to have fun with this!

[ruiniel]

Kusuriuri & Kitsune

This was likely noticed before but just thinking about how Kitsune are represented in culture and the likeness to the medicine seller's face markings/traits:

Fox Mask

Morita Kan'ya as Kitsune Tadanobu in Yoshitsune Senbon Zakura

Ichikawa Kodanji IV as Fox-Genkuro and Bando Kamezo as Yokawa Kakuhan

Kitsune:

"fox" or "fox spirit" - belongs to the yōkai family of supernatural Japanese creatures

shapeshifting abilities (usually as a young woman); the Kitsune can become extremely powerful and can take on any appearance, has the power to read & take possession of minds as well as dreams

believed to be the messenger of Inari Ōkami, a Shinto spirit which in ancient times was also the patron of swordsmiths and merchants

the more tails a Kitsune has—they may have as many as nine—the older, wiser, and more powerful it is

There are different types of Kitsune. Inari's Kitsune are covered in white fur, a color of good omen, possess the power to ward off evil, and they sometimes serve as guardian spirits

believed to be integrated in Japanese folklore from other cultures, where similar spirits had powers of illusion

In some legends, the Kitsune wears a necklace of beads around its neck to symbolize the 13 elements of Japanese mythology

masters of cunning

duality: portrayed as either mischievous or faithful in the role of guardian, friend, lover. Sometimes portrayed as playing tricks on overly proud samurai, greedy merchants or boastful commoners

Kitsune do not share human morality (as expected tbh)

Now:

definitely has shapeshifting abilities

"just a medicine seller" (merchant)

the mane of his sword and otherself is silver-white

possesses the power to ward off evil

possesses powers of illusion

necklace (though the pendant addition seems inspired by Ainu traditional wear)

is pretty sly, and surely displays cunning. Very foxy attitude throughout (let me have this)

duality: need not explain this one, linked to the shapeshifting

does not share human morality

Our medicine seller certainly displays some of the above traits but is unlikely to be a Kitsune (which is part of the mystery, love that). It's fun to see some mythological parallels though.

[fullmetaldevil-blog]

Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

(No pressure if you don't want to though!)

Out of my traditional works this one is probably my #1 favorite~ took a loooong time and careful use of water and ink to get the look I wanted.

Digital wise, this is my #1 for sure. The lighting and all the details were so much fun.

Costume work I'd have to say my Foxy cosplay was #1. The head alone took a solid month and was made back when FNaF2 barely came out, so it's an old costume by today’s standards, but it held very well back then.

While a digital work, I like this one in terms of visual storytelling, tied with lyrics from a song. The gentleness of the scene of nighttime story time is such a huge plus for me.

Lastly: my written works. This story is nice balance of angst, horror and fluff. A nice combination of the 3. Though this is actually tied with another one of my stories titled "The Sin", but I will not be posting a link here due to graphic content since that one is pure angst and horror.

[neverwalka1one]

20 Questions for Fanfiction Writers

Yoinked from @lanaserra

1). How many works do you have on AO3? 73 (actually 74, but one is in a collection that's not revea

led yet). Most of them short one-shots, with a handful of longer fics.

2). What's your total AO3 word count?

314,847

3). What are your top five fics by kudos?

Roadside Attractions - an MDZS AU modern(ish) with magic/modern (ish) cultivation world fic where Wangxian are teachers. This was the fic where my beta reader pointed out I kept turning the monsters into bear yao. Evidently I have a strong preference for bear yao. This is a MDZS reverse big bang fic.

Mutations in the Rumor Mill - a what!if MDZS fic centered over the lectures in Cloud Recesses - basically, what if Lan Qiren's 'hatred' of Cangse Sanren was more of the overblown rumor mongering this 'verse is known for, and actually considered her a friend?

The Danger of Dropping Names - another what!if MDZS fic, this time asking what if Baoshen Sanren found Jiang Cheng on that stupid mountain, rather than Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian going forward with their core transfer plan? This is my first MDZS big bang fic - Bee (@yunmeng-jiang) drew a picture of a scene I wrote! EEEEE!

The Bun Cultivator - a MDZS re-writing of the Frog Prince, but it's Bunxian. That's it, that's the plot, it's stupidly fluffy in multiple ways and I'm not sorry.

Rebuilding the Foundations - a MDZS post-canon fic, where I let Wei Wuxian have his sword back. This is another MDZS reverse big bang fic (and the art is so pretty).

4). What fandoms do you write for?

MDZS (obviously at this point), Pulleyverse, Star Wars, and a bunch of others because I take part in Yuletide every year and sometimes I end up writing for canons I wouldn't have even considered before (There's a foxy Robin Hood fic in there, that was fun).

5). Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I'm trying to get better about that, I always feel so awkward doing it though!

6). What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm bad at angsty endings, I want everyone to be happy at the end. But:

Ponce de Leon's Folly - a Grimm monster-of-the-week fic I tried to write like an episode of the show.

7). What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

OH LORD. Um? Um. >.>

Variations on the Theme of Family - a Pulleyverse (Watchmaker/Bedlam) fic where basically Thaniel gets everything he wants by the end.

8). Do you get hate on fics?

Not really, thank goodness. I did have one person point out I spelled a main character's name wrong - it was the first fic I posted to AO3, and I was so nervous, that I ran it through spellcheck before posting. And then did a search all/correct on the name, but spelled it wrong on the correct. So. That was. A moment.

9). Do you write smut?

No. I might someday, but I feel it comes out SUPER awkward when I try, so. Meh.

10). Do you write crossovers?

Sort of - I've written a couple, but it's not my go to. My favorite one is:

This is Not How Recruitment Goes - an Avengers/Hit Girl crossover WIP that will probably never be updated, fair warning. I wrote this right after watching the first couple Avengers movies and Hit Girl in rapid succession, and realized that daddy!Clint was absolutely Not Going To Have This about a preteen being turned into a vigilante. But I don't know either franchise well enough to dig deep into the characters, and Marvel's ongoing... self has kind of burned me out on their characters. I wanna watch the Clint tv show someday but I keep finding more compelling things to watch/read/listen to.

11). Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12). Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

13). Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes! One of my first fics I wrote with my sis, back on ff.net. It's horrendous, I will not be linking it, but we had fun writing it, which is all that counts.

14). What’s your all-time favourite ship?

OOF. Depending on the day, Thaniel/Mori or Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji. With a side of Raphael/Merrick because the LONGING and hi ace rep I appreciate that. :D

And Jon Sims/Martin Blackwood, but I don't tend to write them just 'cause I don't feel strong writing horror. Even though I do have one fic from their canon.

15). What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Importance of Names - a Star Wars fic - I feel I had a strong idea for this one, but it's been so long since I abandoned it I'd have to rewatch the sequels... and I don't wanna. Lord the last one was bad. It was bad, y'all. I say this as someone who soldiered through 'The Courtship of Princess Leia'. That at least had a cool scene of Luke flying the Falcon with the Force.

16). What are your writing strengths?

Descriptive scenes/turns of phrase.

17). What are your writing weaknesses?

Fight scenes. IDK where anyone is, rocks fall everyone dies okay?

18). Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I sorta get into that with the MDZS stuff, as the popular convention is to write out Chinese-specific terminology? But I try not to lean too heavily into it. Otherwise I really tend not to. I could see doing it for a LotR fic, since there are passages in various languages in JRRT's stuff because of course there is, so it would fit thematically.

19). First fandom you wrote for?

... Pretty sure it was Star Wars. Yes. I actually went into my ff.net account to look and it was Star Wars. It was bad. I had fun. :D

20). Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

You cannot ask me to pick a favorite of my children, cease.