#Seriously guys every time I wake up and I remember him please help this guy is killing me 😫😩

[permo2003]

I just wanted to draw him because I miss him..

I miss him guys..

I miss my wife 😢

[fushic0re]

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃❜𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢, 𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢, 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜, 𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢, 𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔, & 𝗔𝗢𝗜 𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗢.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ how they are as gift givers (how soon do they shop, do they shop late, etc.)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. a bit of angst for toji because i can’t help myself. mentions of violence.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈  

WE’RE STARTING OFF WITH THE BEST. 

You literally don’t need to make it overt what you want for Christmas–not even just Christmas if we’re being real. 

Takes gift giving very seriously. It’s more than just handing you things he has bought for you, it’s about celebrating you and how highly he regards you

…..Though there’s no price that can be put on how much he loves you. So, he’ll settle for spoiling you instead. 

Every first of the year, he starts game planning his next gifting season. 

He pays very close attention to you, memorizing your every habit down to your breathing pattern. Do not be surprised by the fact that his gifts are always immaculately packaged with wrapping paper that is the exact shade of that new color you’ve been into (yes, that one) paired with a complimentary bow and card to match. 

A professional spy when it comes to purchasing your gifts.

Oh, that top you looked at for literally only 5 seconds? He’s already putting it on hold in your size for him to come pick up later. 

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought Kento never bought you anything because you never noticed a change in routine. Not a single one.

He also doesn’t put his gifts under the tree until two days before Christmas so that your nosey self doesn’t snoop through them. 

You literally wake up one morning to the tree flooded with gifts and him just nonchalantly sipping his coffee. 

His favorite gifts to plan are vacations for you guys. You are his motivating factor to rest and actually live the life he has made for himself. 

While his gifts are immaculate, it’s his cards that are the real tear jerkers. 

He writes you the most beautiful things. You stopped reading his cards when people were around because they made you sob. 

Truthfully, the real gift is the sweet messages your lover leaves you. 

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 

Suguru is right up there with Kento in terms of gift giving. 

This man is observant and prepared, putting in lots of time, care, and effort into buying you gifts. 

He isn’t above sourcing your friends too. Every year, your friends get a text like, “If she mentions wanting something to you, text me ASAP please. Thank you!” 

At this point, he has a whole database of things you like and want.

Unlike Kento, Suguru won’t be as secretive. He knows you know when he’s out shopping for you and loves teasing you when you get curious. 

He’ll literally taunt you about all the things he’s getting you until you’re foaming at the mouth and going feral while trying to guess what he got you. 

Packages his gifts and immediately puts them under the tree when you’re asleep that way you wake up to a new gift every morning until Christmas.

“Oh! Someone got a gift from Santa. Sigh, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder.”

Gift giving is symbolic to him as well. Every gift of his is sentimental and has a connection to aspects of your relationship. 

Remember the cherry blossoms that had just bloomed at the park you guys were at when he first asked you out? He stuffed some in his pocket and had them framed. The dried Sakuras now hang on your office wall, a reminder of his love for you every time you work. 

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Money is clearly nothing to this man…but that’s what makes Christmas shopping for you hard.

He literally buys you everything you want on the spot! What the hell else is he supposed to give you? 

Struggles a bit for this reason. 

He tries to splurge on your less throughout the year to build up Christmas, but it’s impossible. He absolutely cannot see something that makes him think of you and not get it.

For this reason, you tell him that it’s okay that he doesn’t get you anything on Christmas since every day with him is like Christmas….this falls on deaf ears.

Really he’s most concerned with getting you something meaningful since like I said, you have everything you could possibly need and want. 

Uses Megumi and Tsumiki for his emotional appeal factor.

For sure asks Suguru and Kento for help.

Ultimately, he decides to go for something simple and sentimental yet still very Satoru–a gorgeous ring with your birthstone with a sweet message engraved inside and a family photo of both of you with Megumi and Tsumiki. 

That ring is just a warm up for the real deal…but he’ll plan that a little bit more elaborately. 

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

Women like perfume, flowers, and shit right? 

God bless this man. It’s been a while since he had to shop for a woman, he’s just trying his best.

He still needs help though. 

Since the passing of his late wife, he hasn’t opened up to anyone, let alone another woman. 

But here comes you in all of your glory waltzing into his life and defying all of his expectations, bulldozing his walls down like they were made of straw.

He wanted so badly to give you a token of his appreciation and love for you, but it’s so hard. 

It’s hard walking through the familiar flower shop he used to frequent to buy his late wife flowers. 

It’s hard thinking of her so much because he can’t help it when he does things like this. 

It’s hard subtly comparing you both as he shops for you, but she’s the only other woman he’s ever loved and his only guide to doing right by you. 

Toji’s not a rich man. He won’t ball out on you the way Satoru or even Kento does. 

He resorts to a lot of homemade gifts with the help of Megumi because lord knows he can’t craft for shit. 

He takes the traditional approach with flowers, breakfast in bed, homemade ornaments–little things that bring life and love into your shared home.

He saves all of his measly paychecks to buy you a locket. Inside is a picture of you, him, and Megumi.

On the other side of the locket are the words he’s too afraid to say out loud because they’ll break him…..

“Thank you for loving me.”

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

………God.

Do not tell this man you want anything because he will get it for you, but tenfold.

Oh, you enjoyed your trip to Kyoto? He’ll kill everyone there so you both are the sole inhabitants of the city. Kyoto is now yours. 

You love the ocean? Great, it’s yours and whoever roams it without permission will be considered trespassers and dealt with accordingly. 

Fuck a beach house, he’ll just give you the whole sea. 

He will literally mount the heads of your enemies on the mantel or hang their beating hearts on a gold chain that you can wear around your neck if it brings you joy.

In his head, there are no limits when it comes to his Queen of Curses. None whatsoever. 

He wants you to be instantly gratified. You are the one person he feels the need to prove something to. 

There really isn’t much to be said other than this. 

This man would burn the world if it meant keeping you warm, so don’t be surprised when he does. 

𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎

……God 2.0. 

Aoi is the kind of guy to buy you a whole present just because you sneezed and that calls for a pick-me-up present. 

He buys you apology gifts when you have to open a door by yourself because he isn’t around. 

Christmas is his time to SHINE. 

He approaches it like it’s an Olympic sport that he needs to win otherwise he’s unworthy of being your man. 

Shops early as hell so that the things you want don’t sell out. 

Not above throwing hands if he needs to snag the last of your items. 

Your wishlist is essentially a binding vow to him and if he doesn’t fulfill it, he’ll die. 

Horrible at hiding them because he gets so overwhelmed with excitement that he wants you to see what he got you right away. The gifts don't even get wrapped.

By the time Christmas actually arrives, his presents are the only ones under the tree because he forced you to open all of yours prior.

He tried to control himself, but at some point he literally starts waking you up in the middle of the night because he will not sleep out of pure adrenaline.

SO DRAMATIC. He practically gives you his presents like he’s acting out a Shakespearean play. 

He’ll kneel, bow, and grandly bestow each present upon you with two hands.  

Your reactions mean the world to him. 

Each time you get all giggly and happy opening gift after gift, his heart swells. 

He could deadass start crying tears of joy right then and there tbh. 

Those reactions are his gift. 

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[blackhairedjjun]

let me care for you - k.th

pairing: kang taehyun x gn reader | genre / tropes: fluff, comfort, sick fic, confession, tyun taking care of reader | word count: 723 | warnings: getting sick, food, medicine mentions

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - BEDSIDE: while sitting by the sick/injured/unconscious receiver’s bedside, sender reveals that they’re in love with them, unaware that the receiver is able to hear this revelation. (requested by @ur-mother-realnotclickbait)

author's notes: hi riel! this was such a fluffy and sweet prompt, and i totally see taehyun as an acts of service guy so this was lovely to write <3 i hope you enjoy!

actions always speak louder than words when it comes to taehyun, your best friend.

not that taehyun’s words are meaningless. for example, when you texted him in the middle of the night that you were feeling awfully sick, he sent only a single message: i’m so sorry, i’ll be right there soon to check on you. but the buzzing of your doorbell twenty minutes later speaks volumes, especially when you find taehyun standing on the other side of the door, a bag full of groceries and drugstore goods in his arms.

“it’s 2am...” you barely manage to get the words out. even speaking is exhausting.

he sets the bag down and pulls you toward him by the shoulders, his hand coming up to your forehead. his eyebrows knit the moment he feels you burning. “your fever is really high... you should lie down. i’ll take care of everything.”

“taehyunie, you...”

his hand traces the outline of your face before letting you go. “get some rest, let me help you.”

he helps you back to your bed, one arm around your waist to keep you steady, then leaves the bedroom door ajar as he busies himself in the kitchen so that you can hear him. he prepares hot soup and fills a jug of water, and sets aside your medicines and a roll of bread. your senses are so stuffed that you can barely smell the chicken and ginger wafting over, nor hear the clinking of glasses and spoons. but your apartment feels warm, not from your fever but from the presence of your best friend, and it isn’t long until your consciousness starts to drift.

what you don’t see is the worry creased in taehyun’s forehead as he lets the soup simmer. he understands that you aren’t seriously ill and that your bug will clear out in a few days. still, he can’t help but feel a little sting in his heart when he recalls the heat radiating off your skin or the sunken circles under your eyes. already he misses the brightness in your eyes and the sound of your laughter, and he wants to be part of making you feel better again.

you almost don’t hear him as he enters your bedroom and sets down the tray of soup, water, and medicines on your bedside table. meanwhile you’re caught between wakefulness and sleep, your eyes closed and one arm dangling over the edge of the bed. he sits on this edge, placing your hand in his lap. your skin is still hot while he cradles your hand in his.

“you’ll get better soon,” he murmurs to himself. 

silence follows, and your breathing begins to slow. taehyun still holds your hand in his like a fragile gift. he remembers the confession he planned - a confession weeks in the making, yet every time he found the opportunity to say it his throat went dry. but in the middle of the night with you in sleep, courage finds him.

“i probably shouldn’t say this right now... but when you get better, i want to keep taking care of you like this.” he intertwines his fingers with yours. “i want to cook for you and go on those arcade games that you love, and make you happy again. you’re my best friend, but the truth is i want to care for you more... more than what a friend does. i love you, y/n. just let me show my love, please...”

he doesn’t expect the gentle squeeze of your hand in his. his eyes widen in shock, the realization hitting that you probably heard his first draft of a confession. but his fears subside just as quickly when he feels your thumb caressing the back of his hand, and your body shifting closer to him.

your eyes are still closed and you’re too tired to speak, but even your illness can’t stop the smile that spreads across your cheeks. you let out a satisfied hum and squeeze his hand again.

“mmm...”

with his free hand, taehyun brushes away the hair on your face. your smile widens even further. he opens his mouth to say more but instead opts to sit in the silence to let you rest. he can talk about how much he loves you when you feel better; for now he’ll show you.

[tonberry-yoda]

hii, loved ur zuko x reader post, it made the zuko simp out of me rise ✨️

I was wondering if u could write a zuko x fire bender! reader where they re together in the gaang and talk with the rest about how they would train together on the ship back when zuko was obsessed w catching aang and reader making fun of him along with sokka and toph,

thank you <3

OMG HI!! i am so glad you were here for that zuko writing and here for a request!! seriously, rewatching Avatar made my inner simp come out bruh (also, i love your pfp so much monster high was my CHILDHOOD lmfaoo). thank you so much for the request! this was super fun to write and i am so happy i got to write it for you <3 have a wonderful rest of your day and please stay hydrated <333

The Past - Zuko

Pairing - Zuko x reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 663

“Remember when you were bald?” You said through a cough, giving Zuko a sideways glance with a little smirk on your face.

“Oh come on!” Zuko exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “What the heck did I ever do to you, y/n? Stop making fun of my bald self.” He crossed his arms and pouted and you just giggled to yourself as Toph and Sokka were holding back laughter.

“You have to admit it’s a little funny, Zuko.”

“It’s not!”

You walked over to Zuko and put your arm around him. “Okay, okay, it’s not that funny.”

“Thank you!” Zuko turned away from you still pouting and the campfire you were around with the others went silent.

Until you spoke up, of course.

“Remember when all you wanted to do was capture the Avatar.” Everyone started laughing and Zuko’s face went as red as a tomato. It definitely didn't help that Aang, you know, the literal Avatar, was sitting right there.

Sure, Zuko was happy that the gaang took him in, but it was definitely a little embarrassing that he had once made it his whole life and every waking moment to capture him.

“I have to capture the Avatar and restore my honor.” You said in a mocking dramatic voice.

Sokka and Toph were completely out of breath laughing while Aang and Katara were trying not to laugh in respect of Zuko.

“Okay, y/n.” Zuko turned to you, his face flushing a dark crimson. “I'm serious. Stop.”

“Zuko,” you walked over to him and tucked his long hair behind his ear. “You know I'm just playing. Sure, capturing the Avatar was definitely number one on your list, but you were still just a kid.” You rubbed his arm and Zuko smiled at you.

Zuko didn't know if he could live without you or his uncle. You were both there for him through thick and thin since he was banished from the fire nation. Heck, you even decided to go back to the fire nation with him after that awful crisis in Ba Sing Se. No matter what, you were always there for him.

“Remember when we would train on the boat?” You smiled.

Everyone turned to the both of you, intrigued.

You just smiled and hugged Zuko’s arm. “You’ve always had the potential to be a great fire bender. Who cares if your sister was some prodigy since she was born? You've always put in the work, making you that much better.”

“Stop,” Zuko said with a bright red face, hugging you to him. “If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be as good as I am.”

“Oh, come on, Zuko! I'm not that good.”

“YES YOU ARE!” You laughed at Zuko’s sudden outburst.

“Yeah, y/n!” Aang butt in, beaming at you. “You’re not only one of the best fire benders I’ve ever met, but also the nicest. No offense Zuko.”

“None taken.”

“You guys are a riot.” You said with a joking eye roll, standing up to stretch your legs.

Zuko stood up with you and wrapped his arm around you, looking at the full moon.

“You know,” Aang said, standing up and walking over to the two of you. “If it wasn't for the both of you hating my guts for that period of time, I honestly don't think that I would have any firebending teacher.”

You and Zuko smiled at Aang, pulling him in for a little group hug. Aang smiled and ran back to the rest of the group and you turned to Zuko and pulled him into his own hug, kissing the crook of his neck. “I'm so proud of you.” You whispered and looked at his bright yellow eyes with small tears of your own.

“I'm proud of you too.” He leaned down to you and gave you a small, but loving kiss on the lips before the two of you cuddled in each other’s arms, watching the clouds cover the moon.

~~~~~

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@tonberry-yoda

[daisybianca]

Hi hi!! I love your blog sm!!!! Can you do something for mick?? (He's been looking wayyy too good I NEED SOMETHING) HSJSHJSHS BUT ANYWAYS ILY AND I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY SWEETS🤍

pairing: mick schumacher x femalereader

summary: mick is literally the perfect boyfriend. the guy that is in every rom-com as the good, gorgeous, generous, and polite kind-of-guy. that's the surface, right? that's what people see and think. but what lays beneath the perfection is somehow even better.

warnings: angst, sexual activities

(a/n): Thank you lots once again. I seriously love writing for you guys😭 please feel free to recommend anything you'd like to read!

"BABY, MY TUMMY is purring." You claimed next to Mick when your eyes had finally started to adjust in the morning light that invaded through the curtains of your bedroom. "It hurts."

Your body was utterly exposed beneath the sheets, and you could feel Mick's bare leg caressing your thigh in slow but smart and teasing movements that required your attention.

"Yeah, but I'm the one with a belly being rubbed at at the moment." He laughed and you realized your hand had been rubbing the spot of his stomach the entire time since you exposed your eyes to sunlight.

"C'mon, you know why I do this." You tried to voice, but it came out muffled because of your boyfriend’s strong arms being wrapped around you tight and hard.

"Yeah." He said behind your messy hair. "You do this almost every day we wake up"

"I--"

"You rub my belly every time you want it in the morning." Mick exclaimed. "I'm a very observant bastard when it comes to my girl's tendencies for getting away without saying a word."

His hands were placed on the flesh of your belly and started creating soft circles there.

You knew he was a teaser and didn't know if you liked it or hated it. Maybe both but on different circumstances each.

You grabbed his hand and pulled it away, clearly stating you were mad at him.

Your bodies had been tangled together, and you bet was just like his. Sex hair from the previous night had been a total blast.

He was right. You hadn't noticed, but you indeed caressed his chest and stomach when you were in the mood and had just woken up.

But you weren't going to admit it anyway.

"(y/n)." His finger was brought on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Say it, and it's yours, baby." He said, as if his dick was a prize to win.

Which certainly was, but...

You forced a smile. "No, I-I don't--" You stuttered.

"Baby..." Mick started. "I don't want you to be embarrassed or uncomfortable or shy around me." He placed his hand on your cheek and brought you closer to his chest, still captivating your eyes into an intense staring contest.

"Mick, I--"

"I want you to be happy with me and--"

"But I am--"

"I want you to know that I'm always here. And when I say always, I mean it." He stated in a mumble. "I'm here whenever you need a warm hug to feel better, or a strong shoulder to cry on and release the stress..." His lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, and all of a sudden, your heart roared in your chest as if you were a schoolgirl. "...or even a good fuck to make you remember what you mean to me and maybe erase the word embarrassment from that beautiful vocabulary of yours."

He stopped the kisses and looked at you.

You thought your heart had ceased beating in your chest for a moment.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly.

Mick's lips were curved slightly, and his blond hair was messy. His gaze was surely intoxicating, his blue eyes so pure. The purest you'd ever find.

Contrary to his intentions...

"You got me?" He asked and you nodded.

His expression changed to fake annoyance once again.

"Words, baby." Mick mumbled. "You're not that quiet when I fuck you every morning."

You couldn't help but let a laugh escape. You got up and on top of him.

First thing to do in the morning: give a lecture to your girlfriend about vocabulary matters and let her ride the shit out of you till she can't walk for your upcoming race day.

Check.

You started kissing him passionately. Your soul, body, and mind screamed his name. "Yes, sir."

[pedrostories]

UPDATE! New deadline: 20 August (Sunday)

PedroStories 1000 followers celebration

PedroStories hit 1000 followers in May, around the same time the blog had its 2nd birthday, so we decided to celebrate it with the fandom’s writers and readers!

We prepared with a few general quotes, other quotes from Pedro and his characters and with some fanfiction tropes. You don’t have to stick to the character whose quote you choose – actually, we encourage you to mix and match any of them as creatively as you want! The celebration starts today and lasts until 20 August!

Please read the rules carefully, then you will find the list of prompts under the cut.

Rules

We welcome pairings with readers/characters of any gender, non-romantic pairings or even fics with no pairings. 💚 The rating can be anything from general to explicit.

Choose at least one quote from any of the quotes lists (you can use more prompts in one fic) and choose at least one trope. You can write as many fics as you want using these prompts!

It’s not necessary to let us know what prompts you’ve chosen! Just let your creativity flow - this challenge is completely open!

Please mention in your post that your work is for @pedrostories’ celebration and use the special tag #pedrostories1k, just so we can track and queue every single entry.

Please post your work until 20 August – we will track the special tag until that day, and in a few days we create a masterlist of all the fanfictions. You can keep using the list later and we will queue them as usual if you tag the blog, but we won’t track the special tag anymore and won’t update the event’s masterlist.

Please make sure you use tags and warnings properly – we take tagging stories seriously to help our followers find the story that caters to their needs and avoid those they don’t want to see on their feed - If there’s character/trope/dynamic/etc. you would like to avoid, you can easily blacklist tags on tumblr, you can find a tutorial about it here! 

Please remember that even though this list has quotes from Pedro, we don’t reblog real person fics (aka fics about Pedro himself)– this blog is for fanfiction written for characters played by him.

Following the blog in order to participate in the game is not mandatory, but it’s very much welcomed! 🤗

Send us an ask if you have any questions – we will use the tag #pedrostories1k questions so you can check previously answered asks about the event.

Signal boosts about this event are appreciated!

Have fun! 🌻

List of prompts below the cut!

List of prompts

Quotes

General Dialogue Prompt List: 

“The price of my affection is high.” 

“You pushed me off the bed!” - “I’m sorry?”

“I got shot and I’m fine! Relax, would you?” 

“If I (…) will you behave for me?” – „Only if you kiss me first.”

 “I can’t believe I ever thought you were different.”

“You’re not going to believe this” 

“Not again”

“Run!”

 “Do you trust me?” 

“Please, just listen to me!” 

“You’ve lost.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I hate that I can’t seem to live without you!” 

“Oh, don’t be modest, just kiss me.” 

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle in sunlight?” 

“You can’t go until I tell you” 

 “Do I really have a choice?” 

“You’re the reason I wake up every morning.”

 “I hate you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.” 

“You wanna go save the world?” 

“I don’t think that’s exactly what I had in mind.” 

“‘Sorry’ just isn’t going to cut it anymore.” 

“Come back in five more minutes”

Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe Quotes: 

Pedro Pascal quotes:

“I’m not short”

“But bad guys are more fun!”

“Smack me, I deserve it” 

“That bad?”

“I really need to stop eating the sticker on the tomato”

“I’m sitting in the dark. I like it.”

"You naughty dog.”

“That me. Working on the buns.”

“But those were MY CRISPS!”

“I’m going straight for that bottom.”

“Somebody gimme a hug.”

“If you're freaky you're hot, if you're hot you're freaky.”

Dieter Bravo quotes: 

“I’m trying to care, but it’s hard.”

“We’re fucked” 

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” 

“This is creepy, but I like it”

“I’m not giving this up!”

“Hold my hair!”

Javi Gutierrez quotes: 

“I fucking told you” 

“Honestly, I’m too nervous” 

“I think I need to go to bed” 

“Whether you like it or not, you have a gift.”

"Sometimes circumstances get in the way of love. That's just the way it is."

“We need to open our minds to the infinite possibilities of what the cosmos has to offer."

Din Djarin quotes: 

“I know everything that’s in there”

“This is a pile of junk”

“I’m not leaving my fate up to chance.”

“Your song is not yet written. I serve you until it is.”

“Take it off.  Or I will.”

“I like those odds.”

Javier Peña quotes:

 “You're breaking my fucking heart, baby.”

“Sleep with a communist? That would be downright un-American.”

“Things don’t always go according to plan.”

“I got a better idea.”

“Fuck this!”

“Well, what have we here?”

Dave York quotes:

“ There is no sin. No virtue.”

“Who did this?”

“There’s no coming back from this.”

“You do what you have to do and you move on.”

“It’s who we were. It’s what we did.”

“You shouldn't start a war with us.”

Jack Daniels quotes:

“Whoo. I feel like a tornado in a trailer park.”

“What are we doin’?”

“Looks like we’re hookin’ up with a chick at a rock concert.”

“It's a lasso.”

“How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?”

“Now, is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town, moonshine?”

Pero Tovar quotes:

“Maybe you can fool them, but I know what you are.”

“The time before that I saved your life!”

“You can never undo things you have done.”

“Is that the best you've got?”

“I want to eat.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

Frankie Morales quotes:

“Alright baby, alright baby. Come on now.”

“This is not what I signed up for.”

“What the fuck we’re gonna do with that thing?”

“Move. Move!”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“It's not a big deal. Actually, it's a big deal.”

Fanfic Tropes

AU fic 

Forced Proximity

Time Travel 

Roadtrip

One Bed

Second chance romance

Friends to Lovers 

Enemies to Lovers 

Fake dating

Redemption

Forbidden love (legal)

Hurt/Comfort

Soulmates 

Secret identity/billionaire/royal

Blind Date 

Platonic Relationship 

Body Swap

Love Triangle

5 times this and 1 time that

Opposites attract

[mirkomos]

Between me and You... ~cp.3

Armin x reader...

Chapter tw: cursing, alcohol, tension, armin x reader.

Word count: 2.5k

Story context: your newly broken up with jean and he won't leave you alone. You start to "date" Armin to get jean off your back, but during this fake relationship you start to develop feeling for him—your relationship with Armin becomes a bit...confusing. No other then any other relationships yours and armin's has its ups and downs but maybe it will turn into the real thing...

You gain consciousness to strong arms around you slowly open your eyes to look up and see armin–right there in-front of you…fast asleep. You were taken aback at first but then you remembered what had happened last night–you crying in his arms and falling asleep. You try to wiggle your way out of his grasp without trying to wake him up.

Maneuvering in every possible way you could think of but your efforts were no use. You heard armin groan–you look u to see his eyes fluttering “um goodmorning” you whisper. It takes him a second to realize the situation you guys are in and you watch his cheeks turn pink.

“Im sorry if this is uncomfortable you just fell asleep and i didnt know what to do so i-” you get up from his chest “armin i know what happened its ok i dont mind it at all…seriously.” Armin sits up and avoids your eyes..you move closer to him but he still looks away. Why can he never look you in the eyes in a serious conversion.

“Um are we gonna get ready for classes today?” he gets up and puts his slippers on–you lay yourself back on his bed “nah i think im just gonna skip today” you let out a yawn. Armin turns around to give you a disappointed face “hey” you whine and armin laughs “stop whining” he walks out of the room to go get ready.

Kicking your feet on his bed just thinking of armin…it made your heart beat, the you woke up this morning and realized that you were sleeping with armin made you feel flustered. Could you really have feelings for him–no– he's doing you a favor by “dating” you to help out with jean. If you expressed your feelings would they even be reciprocated?

“What are you thinking about” your suddenly snapped back to reality with armin standing next to you.

“Armin, can you stay with me today?”

He was taken aback by your words and he blinked profusely “woah um why?” he took a seat next to you– your asking the guy who was one of the top students to stay home and miss his studies just to please you “because i don't wanna be alone today…” you look up at him with pleading eyes. Armin look you in the eyes and fell back on his bed “but-” your suddenly hovering over him “ please armin we can even watch that one marine life show you like” trying to convince armin to stay was going to be hard but one you said marine you swore you could have seen his eyes light up.

“Well i guess i could stay today” you were so happy to hear this news that you went and hugged armin and he hugged back wrapping his muscular arms around you making your heart beat.

He let go— you pushed yourself up and gave him a little smirk, he turned around to grab his laptop to email his professor’s about his absence while you had made your way to the kitchen to grab something to eat 

Admittedly you wanted armin to stay for your own selfish reasons—to find out he thought of you and felt for you. Out of the corner of your eyes you see armin typing on this laptop with his glasses on. You’ve only seen them on him a handful of time before and he looked very attractive with them on.

Making your way back to armins room you lay down next to him “so…what do you want to do today.” 

“Oh theres this really cool cafe we can go to—i've been wanting to go for a while” he pulls up the cafe on his laptop, it fits his aesthetic perfectly—its very chill and there was even a small aquarium in the corner.

“Woah thats so cool armin.” armin had always had a way for finding the most fascinating places.This one time he had taken your whole friend group to a beach at a remote location,that was a really good day.

“Ok i have to go back to my dorm and get ready—ill come back after ok.” you get up and start to gather your stuff “ alright, ill see you later”

You walk out the door and walk to your dorm…on the way back to your dorm your mind was filled with only one thing 

Armin

Your moring spent with him, being able to have the whole day with him, he occupied your thoughts.I mean when did all this start—to admit you have always seen armin as an attractive guy—but your just know seeing him in a new light. Is your guys ‘ fake dating’ what triggered these feelings? If you and him actually start dating it would be much easier than faking it every time you saw jean.

Your thoughts were interrupted by texts from Sasha berating you for missing classes and not coming back last night. You get ready in your dorm and put on the cutest and most comfortable outfit you have—you text armin that your finally ready and you hear knocking on your door and you go to open it. “Armin what are you doing here?” 

“Oh—um i was already ready so i just decided to come get you.” you blushed at the comment, how long has he been waiting for you here? He extends his hand out to you…you take his hand interlocking fingers with him. “So have far away is the place from here?” he grabs his phone and pulls up the directions “well it's a little far so we’ll have to drive there.” you had forgotten that armin drives, he mostly takes the bus or walks to places— erens was the one who was driving you around.

“Arent you kinda cold?” you were wearing a thin black long sleeve shirt, he must have seen you rubbing your arms a bit. “Um yea a little-” armin takes off his hoodie that he was wearing and hands it to you —here— he give you his soft smile and a nod assuring you to take it. You put it on and you can smell his vanilla and something wood musk and it…how much you loved his smell.

You get to his car and he opens the door for you—he can be such a gentleman, he gets in the drivers seat and you guys drive off. You watch the way that armin drives, how he pays such close attention to the road, the way he turns the wheel with one hand when making a sharp turn. “Um are you ok?'' Armin asks while he's parking. You had just been staring at him for a good while…just embarrassingly nodding your head and get out of the car and he led you into the cafe.

Staring in awe at the interior design of the cafe “woah armin look at the fish” dragging him towards the fish and you being captivated by them.

You look over to armin only to catch him staring at you and snapping his eyes away 

“Oh um i'm gonna go get a menu ok”

Nodding your head in agreement you take a seat the is close to the aquarium when you get a text on your phone from mikasa saying that she overheard jean talking about you to floch and renier. Why couldn't he just leave you alone? It had been over a month since you guys have broken up—well you haven't really gotten over it yet but you were trying and he should to and he should to

Armin comes back and plops himself down on the chair, he can tell that your a bit perturbed from your face “what happened?” he hands you the menu “ jean can't keep my name out of his mouth.” your rant on and on to him about jean and he just listens…no judging or anything he's interested in what you have to say. 

“Im sorry..im just babbling on”

“No no its ok i get it….he's just being a dick”

You too sit in silence while just staring at the menu “so um have you decided what you want.” he sets his menu down and you point on the menu to what you want and give him a cheeky smile.

“Alright i'm gonna go order” he returns the smile then goes to order—for the rest of the time that you two could have talked for an eternity. Just being in each other's presence you loved being there with him talking about life and what you want for your futures. “Oh we have to get back '' Armin checks his phone and turns out you guys have been out 5 hours together and you both have barley even noticed it.

“Why do we have to get back?”

“To study.”

You guys had missed so much work today armin had insisted that you guys study when you get back. Armin always helped you study and was you tutor for a whole semester before you had eventually given up — the two of you had finally gotten back to armins room when you get a text from jean on your phone saying he wants to talk as if he wasn't already talking about you today. You respond with ‘fuck you’ and put your phone in your lap,all of a sudden it’s buzzing like crazy with degrading messages.

You start to tear up reading 

“Is it jean again? Here lemme see.” you hand armin the phone and sends a message and powers you phone off 

“Armin i can't do this anymore i need a break” you whine after only studying for 30 minutes, armin closes his book and scoots towards you. Reaching under the table he pulls out some of your favorite snacks, he probably knew beforehand that you would get tired quickly. Your eyes go wide at the site and your mouth starts to water.

“I knew that it would come to this so i'm gonna bribe you.” he slides the treats to the middle of the table and taps his pencil on your book “ alright so if you use this formula then what does it equal?” staring at the book trying to process the problem “13” you answer and armins drops his head down and shakes it. Falling back onto the couch and you whine “ This is too hard” 

Armin who had gotten tired of your whining, pulled you close to him — thighs touching — with a stern and determined look on his face. You feel yourself become tense, You’ve only ever seen him be serious a handful of times “pay attention” he says in a low voice. Maybe he had gotten tired of your stupidity— he slowly explains the problem making sure you're paying attention with each word he says. “So…what do you think the answer is now.” he stares at you with a hopeful look on his face. Turing to look at his face “um…29?”

“You got it right!”

“Really i did!?” you jump to hug him making him fall back onto the floor — grabbing your hips putting a firm grip on them. Armin couldn't help the fact that he wanted to touch you, hes been touched and starved for so long that anytime he got an opportunity, he would sure as hell take advantage of it. “Thank you armin.” you sit up and straddle him while he is on the floor. He gives you a soft smile till he starts turning red.

“Ew get a fucking room” you snap your head to see eren and mikasa standing in the doorway, quickly getting up off his lap an sitting on the couch and armin hiding his flustered face in his knees.” are you guys going to the party tomorrow?” Mikasa sits on the couch and Eren starts to take the bottles of alcohol  out of his bag. You give a confused look to Mikasa and Eren apparently sees and rolls his eyes “Our frat is throwing a party tomorrow.” he says as he’s putting the bottles in the fridge. “Someone has his panties in a bunch today huh?”

“Well because someone didn't come to classes today and I had no one to copy off of.” armin grabbing one of the snacks on the table, just shrugged it off “ It's time you learn on your own and i had a good day today so I don't regret it.” stuffed it in his mouth. You had spent another hour or so there until sasha wouldn't stop texting and calling you “alright, looks like i have to get back now or Sasha is gonna come down here herself.” you get up from the couch and immediately does armin too.

“Oh um i can walk you out.”

“Yea that’d be nice…”

A whistle could be heard from eren across the room as you two get up. You two walk out of the door and armin closes it behind him “ Thanks for hanging out with me today armin...seriously it means a lot.” you look up at him—fidgeting with your fingers. “No no i should be thanking you…its really fun being around you—you make me feel so…safe and comforted.” 

At these words you fall into to hug with armin— snaking his arms around your body, you pull away to look up at him. His eyes were so beautiful…unlike anything you’ve ever seen, they were blue like the ocean and every time you look into them it's like he was drowning you in them every time you looked at him. You just stare…your so infatuated with him, then pulling back.

“So whats this I hear about a party huh? Am i not invited?” teasing him there was almost a party there every-few weeks at the frat. You’d go almost every time just to let loose all of the stress of exams “ are you gonna go..” armin almost never goes to any of the parties— he opps to watch documentaries in his room. People say that armin is antisocial but he's just introverted.

“No i dont think im gonna go” an answer you had heard far to many times.This could be a opportunity for armin to finally reach out and let loose 

You pout and he cracks a smile 

“Yk jeans gonna be there might be a good time to get back at him.”

He stands the there and gives you a disappointed look, he knew full and well how much jean had affect you yesterday,  now you wanted to get your revenge and he knew that he was going to be an intricate part in that revenge.There was no way to get out of it, sure the thought of how you were going to use he made him nervous but there's not a thing that he wouldn't do.

“Do i have a say in this?”

“No you dont.”

With a heavy sigh he let out from his chest he had agreed to go with you. A devious smirk has spread across your face, that you tried to hide from him.

“Bye armin” words that hummed out of your mouth as you walked out of the building and you knew the exact way to use armin to make jean jealous...

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[hyunsvngs]

Juno Juno Juno, my love, my light

I lost a nail, I fought with my boyfriend and my cat clawed my gaming chair so I had five bottles of soju now I’m terribly terribly hungover 😭

If you’re feeling up for it could I bother you for your skz helping with a hangover headcanons

chan: honestly idk why but my brain went INSTANTLY to u and the kids having a wild night of drinking and he’s got to look after u ALL the next day. he’s just giggling playfully like “they lured my girlfriend into sin…” but he lowkey loves that you guys get on so well!! definitely has painkillers and water waiting by your bedside and cooks breakfast <3

minho: makes fun of u. what a weakling, u have a hangover? r u joking? probs screams louder just to make ur head hurt but then kisses u when u dont find it funny. “sorry, that wasn’t funny.” runs and gets u soonie doongie and dori for some cuddles.

changbin: he, too, is hungover. if u’ve been drinking, so has he and i get the vibe bini can put back A LOT of alcohol. u die in bed all day and order takeaway, watching shitty movies and whining every now and then that ur dying. it’s the end of the world until u wake up after a nap and suddenly feel fine

hyunjin: seems like the type to walk off hangovers so when you feel so fucked up after drinking he’s like oh?? worm?? and he’s so dramatic about it. keeps saying “are you sure this is a hangover? i’ve never seen anything like this before!” and you’re like no hyune, it’s really fine. insists on taking u to a&e and u have to stop him

jisung: i am so sure he was hungover in that one skz code, passed out in his puffer jacket. so i think he would also be hungover too. u guys would wake up, makeup still on, clothes from last night n just look at eachother and groan simultaneously. minho would have to come over to cook u food and tend to u bc u’d be positively dying

felix: helps with ur hangxiety. ur like “no seriously, felix, i backflipped over the bar last night.” and he’s all “yeah but did i tell u abt that one time where i ___.” he has you laughing so hard about it by the end of it you’ve forgotten you’re hungover. he just plays everything off as the lil sunshine he is. he’s just a little schweetie

seungmin: oh he’s so father coded abt it. all “you did this to yourself. you must face the consequences.” and ur like yes but i am dying?? tend to me?? and he begrudgingly does it. brings u water and pretends he hates looking after you but so secretly loves it really.. but adds it to the list of things u owe him for

jeongin: oh he’s so unknowingly evil about it. while felix is comforting, jeongin would be like “LMAO DO U REMEMBER ___?!” and you’re like oh my god please let me die. he definitely finds it SO funny and takes pictures of u at ur worst and when u ask why he’s like ?? ur cute?? LIKE HE GENUINELY DOESNT GET IT!! HE DOESNT GET HOW EVIL HE IS

[1-800-teax]

Castaways

JJ x black!reader

Reader and Pope are twins

Based off of Season 2 Episode 10

-•-

"Help! Help, John B!" I hear the faint sound of Kiara's shouts coming from the other side of the ship.

"That's Kie!" Sarah and I shouted at the same time.

"Where are they?" Pope asks.

John B goes to the other side of the boat and we see Kiara holding up an unconscious Jj barely above the water.

"Oh my gosh! Jj!" I shout panicking.

Everyone started freaking out and calling Jj's name until we finally get him and Kiara in the boat safely.

"Oh, oh my gosh! Jj? Jj, baby please! Please!" I shout trying to wake him up.

"Jj, get up!" I shout letting out a sob.

I shake him and hit him but he wouldn't wake up.

Suddenly the boat stops and John B tries to start it up again.

I lay my head on Jj's shoulder and cradled him to my chest as I sob loudly.

John B gets the boat moving again and we start moving to who knows where.

Then I felt Jj's body jerk and a cough erupt from his lips.

I pull him away from my body to reveal him with his eyes open, coughing up water.

"There you go! Cough it out baby!" John B tells him.

I sigh in relief and put my hands together thanking God.

I look at Jj to see him already looking at me kinda confused.

"Hi." I say breathlessly.

"Sup?" He says.

I let out a light laughing pulling him in for a hug.

"Just always looking for attention, huh?" John B asks him with a smile steering the boat away.

"Whatever it takes." Jj says and we all start laughing.

"You scared me you asshole." I tell him as tears continue to roll down my cheeks.

Kie passes me a rag that I place gently on the side of his head where blood is coming from.

"What the hell happened?" Jj asks sitting up.

"You got hit with the blunt end of a machete." Cleo responses.

"A machete?" He asks his face lighting up at what she said.

I rolled my eyes and say, "She said the blunt end dummy."

"Yeah, next time duck." Cleo continues.

"I'll try to remember that next time." Jj jokes.

I look out to the ship to see them pulling up the cross.

"This shit ain't over." Pope says looking at John B then over to me.

I shake my head a determined look on my face.

John B shakes his head as well and says, "No it ain't.", looking straight at Sarah.

I look back over at Jj and smile at him pulling him in for another hug.

After we pull away he pulls me into a kiss.

The kiss is passionate and full of emotion.

"Ew. Alright cut that out you two." John B laughs.

I pull away and rest me forehead against Jj's lightly laughing with a smile on my face.

-•-

We make it safely to an uninhabited island.

Kiara, Sarah, Cleo and I are sat on the ground as we watched the boys pull the boat closer to shore.

I take off my wet shirt leaving me in my bikini top and wring out my shirt laying it next to me.

"Good job guys. Good job." Sarah cheers them on.

"Jj you alright there buddy?" John B asks Jj.

"Yeah, just still a little dizzy." He replies pushing the rag to his wound again.

I look at him worriedly.

"Alright, anybody know where we're at?" Jj asks as Pope sits next to Cleo and John B sits next to Sarah.

"Deserted Beach. Unknown island." Pope says.

I roll me eyes at him, "No shit." I reply.

"Alright I'll take that as a no." Jj replies to Pope.

"Plan A, huh, Pope?" Jj asks.

"That went well." He says lightly shaking his head.

"This is the lowest we can go." Pope tells us looking at John B.

"We literally have nothing else to lose. The cross is gone." Pope continues.

I look down remember that a piece of my family is now gone.

"The gold gone." Sarah adds.

Pope lays back defeated.

"Seriously, if we had a nickel for every time we got beat up. I'd say we're at a dollar fifty right now." Jj says sticking his pocket knife into the tree I'm sat next to.

"That's more than I got on me." Kiara adds.

"That somehow doesn't make me feel better." says Sarah.

"Yeah, you're right." John B starts as everyone looks towards him now.

"But I mean, we've...we've had some good stuff happen, right? He asks with a shrug and a light smile looking at Sarah.

"Name something." says Pope.

"Um." John B stutters.

"Uh, the boiler room." John B states looking at Pope and Cleo.

"What if the boiler didn't explode. I wouldn't have gotten away from Rafe. I couldn't have gotten the zodiac and gotten us out of here." John B supports his answer.

Cleo shakes her head at him. "That wasn't luck. Dat ting was gonna blow the second I stopped feedin’ it."

"Stealing my thunder there, Cleo." John B says a little defeated.

"Sorry." Cleo apologies.

I look up at Jj and notice he's carving something in the tree.

"Okay, Pope, Y/n." John B starts again which gains my attention when he calls my name.

"Your both related to Denmark Tanny. That's crazy." He says trying cheer us up.

"And we lost all his inheritance." Pope and I say at the same time.

I let out a tired sigh and stand up as I dust off my pants.

"You know what?" John B says also standing up.

"Guys this is it. This is the Pogue life." He says walking to stand in front of us.

"We are in the Caribbean. It's our own little slice of paradise. With my best friends, with my family. I don't know. I wouldn't wanna do it with anyone else." He says trying to cheer us up and look at the bright side.

"Look while you guys are complaining about every little thing." He smiles walking towards Jj and I.

"Jj?" He asks and Jj hums in response sticking to knife into the tree.

John B points towards the ocean.

"I was looking at those burly lefts." He says causing Jj to start smiling.

"There's some slabs out there." Jj agrees.

"Just a few." John B plays along.

"Kie, see that? I know you wanna get out there. You to Y/n." John B smiles towards us which causes me to shake my head and smile widely.

"No boards." Kiara points out smiling too with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, we can body surf till we make some boards." John B says coming up with a solution.

"Lame." Kiara let's out.

"Pope? Come on, man." John B says turning to my twin brother.

"They do look pretty tasty." Pope agrees looking out towards the water.

"Oh, yes, they do." John B encourages him.

"There's nobody around. We can squat here for a bit." Pope says stand up.

"Kind of belongs to us now huh?"

"You got a point." John B agrees.

"Seven-way slipt." Pope says and they do the Pogue handshake.

"Poguelandia." Jj exclaims in a funny accent.

I let out a small laugh as John B says "Oh, boy.", before saying, " I claim thee Poguelandia." I say in the same voice as Jj at the same time as him.

I jump towards Jj, kinda surprised and excited that we said the same thing at the same time.

"Y'all are so weird." I hear Kiara say through everyone's laughs.

"I like the ring of it. I'm gonna make a flag. It's gonna have a chicken on it." Jj says after the laughing dies down.

I make a face at that.

"With a coconut bra, smoking a J. In crocs." He continues.

Kiara, Sarah and I laugh before Kiara says, " I could use a J."

"I could so use a J, right now." I agree with her.

Jj makes a dirty joke directed at me under his breath but I caught it and slapped his stomach with my hand, while smiling.

"Oof-" Jj lets out putting a hand in the place I just hit him.

"Can we take a vote on this?" Sarah asks still laughing.

"Shall we get to work?" Pope asks John B with a smile.

"Let's get to work. Let's start working on provisions. Set up shop." John B replies with a smile fist bumping Pope.

John B moves towards Sarah as I move closer to Jj, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He wraps his arms around my waist.

I smile up at him pull his head down for a kiss.

We pull away and smile at one another.

"I love you." We say at the same time erupting into a soft laugh after.

I sigh contently and Jj takes my hand placing his favorite ring on my ring finger.

He then lifts up my hand and kisses the ring.

I smile up at him lovingly.

"Full Pogue." I hear Sarah say.

Jj and I turned towards them holding each other close.

I see John B and Sarah together, Pope helping Cleo up and Jj helps Kiara up with his free hand.

"To going full Pogue." Jj says.

"What's a Pogue anyway?" Cleo asks.

I unwrap myself from Jj and wrap my hands around Kie's waist as Jj puts his arm over John B's shoulder.

Sarah starts walking, with Kie and I following, John B and Jj behind us following and Pope teaching Cleo the Pogue handshake.

[amazingmsme]

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Thank you, y’all never fail to enable me, I love it

Warnings for mildly disturbing content, but if you saw Hey, Melissa you already know what you’re in for. & if not, then I guess warnings for kidnapping, torture, dub-con, & pet play (yeah this is one of the weirder nightmare time episodes)

So yeah, just so y’all know what you’re getting into

So when Melissa sees that Paul’s not really interested in her, she sets her sights on an easier target: Ted. She plays along with his flirting & invites him over with plans of keeping him

He takes her to dinner & while he’s in the bathroom, she drugs him to make things easier on herself. She strips him like we see in the episode & I feel like for the first time that he wakes up, he’s just tied up with a leash instead of in the cage. At first he thinks this is just some very kinky & abrupt foreplay, but the way she’s talking so sternly & seriously lets him know that it’s more serious than he thought. He starts apologizing for everything he’s said & done to her & she just keeps shushing him & telling him to “stop barking”

Replace the taser with a shock collar to keep him in line. & instead of, um, that fucked up shit she did to his fingers, she took a sharpie or some paint & drew on the paw beans. She was especially cruel when she got to his feet, ignoring his begging & cooing at him like the “cute puppy he is” & just kept asking if he had ticklish paws

If she catches him walking around, trying to use his hands, or other “human stuff” she uses the shock collar

From there, it’s a lot of the same stuff with keeping him locked up & feeding him dog food

Melissa finally manages to trick Paul into coming over & she manages to knock him out & put a collar on him & everything. Paul still remembers that she likes cats & meows trying to be set free, but really it doesn’t change too much. He still gets the bean treatment because this version isn’t painful. Since he’s a cat, I feel like she’d also draw whiskers

It took a few days for Ted to find where she hid his phone, but he had a ton of missed calls & texts from Peter asking where the fuck he is & he’s already got a missing person case for him (not that they give a shit, this is Hatchetfield, people go missing every day!) but he calls him & tries to explain what happened. Peter is freaking out & says he’s gonna call the police & Ted tells him not to because then it’ll end up in the papers & all over the news & “he’d rather be dead in some chick’s apartment than the laughing stalk of Hatchetfield” & says he’ll make it out on his own “when the time is right” whatever the hell that means

Peter is worrying himself to death & his friends are just laughing it up making jokes & memes at every opportunity

It’s all fun & games until Richie’s uncle goes missing SHUT UP GUYS IT’S NOT FUNNY!

Melissa still invites her friends over to play with her new “pets” & this time they tie them up to make sure they can’t get away (they have plans & they know they’ll get too squirmy)

& yeah Ted’s Ted so he kinda wants to see where this is going because hey, this many girls have never wanted him at once! But on the other hand paw, Melissa is fucking crazy & he wants to escape with Paul, he just wants these girls to have some fun first

The girls are so fucking teasy it’s unreal, & they brought some tools to help them like those fluffy cat toys, (keeping with the theme I see) makeup brushes, feathers, electric toothbrushes, etc. to keep the fun going!

It starts out slow & simple enough with the girls cooing & stroking them. Paul is scrunching up & trying hard not to giggle, but Ted doesn’t have the same luck because of course where do they fucking go first? His belly

Ted holds out for as long as he can, but their touches are light & they have long nails & it’s just so much harder than it looks! & once they get one laughing the others wanna hear Paul break down & they get him to crack when they bring out the feathers

When Paul giggles they’re like “awww listen to the kitty purr!” & while they tickle Ted’s stomach & he undoubtedly thrashes around, they tease him like he’s a dog shaking his leg & just ask repeatedly “aww you poor thing, does that tickle? Did we find your tickle spot?”

They play around with the different tools they brought & all the while just baby them like they’re cute little sensitive pets. & trust me, they take their time & they make sure to make their teases as flustering as possible. Melissa even has “muzzles” gags for when they get “too loud”

The girls eventually get bored & watch a movie or something & end up falling asleep. In their earlier excitement, Melissa didn’t latch the ton of locks on the front door, & they managed to escape

When they finally get back to work, they’re both SO jumpy around Melissa is hilarious. & they’re both trying to warn Bill & he doesn’t believe them at all because she just seems like such a sweet, normal, innocent girl!

& like I said, I’m a paulkins truther, so in my version Paul doesn’t come crawling back to be her poor little meow meow. Ted might tho, he’s gotta think it over first

[gungoo4lifer]

11/06

It was just a normal day. Just like the others.

He opened his eyes caused by the blonde's shouting for him to wake up, probably coming from the kitchen. Of course the other always cooked the breakfasts for both of them. Gun sucked at cooking.

However, when the cooking was done, the blonde one remained silent the whole breakfast. A rare sight, despite all the food on his mouth, his mouth would never stop talking, even at breakfast. So why was he so silent today?

"Someone is silent today." Gun breaks the silence.

Goo shrugs, chewing the pancake in his mouth. "Meh. I just have nothing to say today."

One eyebrow raised, Gun chuckles as if it sounds so ridiculous, hilarious, even. "Nothing to say? That's not something you'd say. Upset with me again?"

"Nope, seriously."

The raven haired guy pauses before glancing down at his phone, to clarify something in his mind. "It's not a special day either, is it? Did I forget the opening day of the movie we were supposed to go?"

He can't help but laugh, "You thought you forgot it?"

"Well, judging from your silence, i did. You being silent is.. a rare sight, you know."

The blonde agrees, staring down at his pancakes. ".. I know."

"If something is wrong.. just.. say it already." An attempt to comfort. He wasn't even good at comforting people, damn it.

He rolls his eyes, filling his mouth with pancakes. "Ahh, shut up, damn it! Let me enjoy these pancakes in silence, I'm a grown man, why would I be sad out of nowhere? I'm alright." His lips curves into a smirk.

Gun doesn't believes that smirk in the slightest.

—--

"You sure you're not upset with me?" Gun asks out of the blue, to the man's head lying on his lap. His hair felt utterly soft on his hand, just as always.

"Mhm." Goo replies with a hum, eyes still close.

Guns hand travels down from his hair to his face, stroking his cheek. "Come onnn, i can tell that you're upset. What's the matter, dear?"

The dear card again. Gun's aware that the blonde he loved can't handle it. The nicknames thingy all started with a mock, both of them couldn't tell if they were still mocking or not, though.

Hell, they weren't even officially together as a couple, damn it. But still.. both of them .. enjoyed those moments of theirs. It was.. calm, comforting. Friends don't call each other affectionate nicknames like these, do they? Once again, they couldn't tell.

That's why Goo admits it, finally.

"Well.. you did forget something, actually."

Gun raises one of his eyebrows, his hand still slowly stroking his cheek. "And that is?"

"..my birthday. Today's my birthday, Gun."

Gun pauses. His hand pauses, too.. "Oh.." he hums with a low tone, "Why didn't you tell me about it earlier i.. forgot. I was really busy today, you know."

Goo laughs. "Why are you even apologizing, dumbass? It's not that big of a deal, is it?" He says, getting into a sitting position, not a second after, he finds himself in Gun's arms, head resting on his shoulder.

".. I know how sensitive you are with birthdays, Goo.." Gun coos, stroking Goo's back hair. "..happy birthday. I may have forgot it but- the day isn't over yet, is it? We still have three hours left."

Goo's lips curves into a faint smile.

Of course he was sensitive about birthdays. Obviously. He never really celebrated his birthdays in his childhood. Friends to celebrate birthdays with? Please, that's ridiculous. Every other child was scared of him and his.. 'odd' attitude.

It didn't stop in his teenage years either, everyone was still intimidated by his presence, let alone daring to celebrate his birthday.

Even his family. In their eyes, he was nothing but a disgrace anyway.

But.. it all changed once he met Gun.

Someone celebrated his birthday for the first time in many years. It's not a big deal if he forgot it for just once, he's not that vulnerable..

—---

"Happy birthday, Goo." Gun calls out. The floor he was sitting on felt utterly cold, so did his back lying against the wall. His body. It felt cold.

"..You remembered my birthday?"

"Yeah." He confirms, gaze on the floor. "..i set it as my password."

Goo slightly tilts his head, looking down at the man in front of him. "Why would you do something like that?"

"I knew a guy who became vulnerable when it came to birthdays."

"Are you making fun of me right now?"

"No, no. I'm serious. It was someone i used to be really close with." Gun still doesn't move off his gaze from the floor.

"..that doesn't sound suspicious at all."

"It's the truth. I'm telling you this because he told me when his birthday was. And i forgot it. Just once."

"Why does that even matter?" Asks Goo, one eyebrow raised.

"That's the problem. Out of every single person he knew, he only told me his birthday. He didn't really tell anyone about his birthday. No one else even celebrated it anyway, including his family he used to have." Gun's voice is cold. It doesn't has a single emotion in it.

"I kinda get that."

"Yeah. But since the day he told me, he saw his birthdays as an important thing for the first time. And. And i forgot it." Gun's obsidian eyes were as if they were glued to the floor. They just couldn't look up.

"Come on now.. it doesn't matter now."

Gun pauses a several second before answering with a low tone, ".. I didn't think that it was big deal back then. But it meant a lot to him."

"Oh.."

"It's alright." Gun's body feels colder. "..Ever since, i kept his birthday as my password for the past years.".

"It was that long ago?" He asks.

"I promised him. I promised that I would never forget it again, even if we separated ways, even if we never talked again, i would always remember 6 november."

Goo places his hand on top of his. Gun doesn't feels it. "I'm.. glad that you remembered my birthday.. I'm sorry for acting like that after you forgot."

Gun remains silent. His face expression still remains emotionless.

"Its okay.. I.." He finally moves off his gaze from the floor to his beloved, making eye contact with him. ".. I wish you were still here with me. I wish this wasn't just an imaginary conversation, Goo."

Goo's lips slightly quivers. "Do.. do you really still think about me?"

"A lot. I still keep all the stuff you bought me. All the letters you sent."

"Oh.."

"I read them whenever i.. i feel.. odd. Isn't that so dumb?"

"What's so dumb about that?"

Gun's eyebrows knits, his eyes narrows, gazing deep into Goo's non existent presence, gazing into the eyes that didn't even exist. "how.. how can someone can just come and go in your life and leave behind letters, gifts and a birthday?"

Gun strokes Goo's non-existent hands in those hands of his, before Goo asks, "Why do you even keep all of that?"

"How the hell am I supposed to remember you without thinking of when it all started going wrong? You're not even really here, Goo."

"..."

"We'll never have this conversation."

"..."

"I have so much I want to admit to you."

Goo looks away. "Is.. is my birthday still your password?"

"Of course. Of course it is."

"..."

"..i love you too. I'm sorry I couldn't say it back then."

Goo's presence disappears, slowly fading away into the point that he was no longer there. Gun's hands felt empty. Just like his heart.

"..I hope you're doing well up there."

[solaneceae]

“Hello, Chase. How are you doing today?”

His skull is trapped between a vice, dull pain throbbing behind his eyeballs. He wants to reach inside and rip them out, or better yet, detach his head from his own body and set it somewhere else for a moment, thank you. “Take a guess,” he huffs annoyedly, rubbing at the tightness gathered between his eyes, in his temples, in his jaw.

Being hungover fucking sucks. Especially when instead of nursing it all comfy at home (he doesn’t have a home, not anymore, nowhere to go, nothing, nobody), you’re stuck in a fucking cell with some dickwad trying to get into your head for some reason.

Said dickwad hums noncommittally. “I’m not psychic, you know. You’re going to have to work with me a little there, Chase.”

“Fuck off,” the prisoner snaps, refusing to make eye contact with the scientist. “You guys fucking kidnapped me. I’m not saying shit to you.”

He remembers the stumble-jolt — that dizzying feeling of being displaced without moving at all, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind shifting to traffic in an instant. Motor oil and fumes replacing running water and fresh dirt in his nostrils. His confusion, drunkenly stumbling through that parking lot until two men dressed in black came to intercept him, saying words Chase couldn’t parse.

He may have punched one of them. It’s a blur, sir. His victory had been short-lived though, because the next thing he knew, he was waking up in a world of grey and on a scratchy blanket, a little puncture wound in the side of his neck. And of course, with a monster headache and that disgusting taste in his mouth he was starting to grow all-too familiar with.

Was it a bad sign that he wanted a drink right now? Probably.

The scientist sighed. They weren’t wearing any form of identification, no name, no nothing — just that weird symbol of an eye on the side of their lab coat. This had bad news bears written all over it. “Please understand,” they said slowly, like they were talking to a five-year old. It was driving Chase up the wall. “We can’t help you if you don’t help us understand what happened.”

Chase drums his fingertips on his arm, rubbing his feet under the table in hidden nervousness. Normally he’d feel self-conscious about not wearing shoes in front of a stranger, but honestly, he couldn’t be fucked to care — if he was truly stuck here for now, he wasn’t going to make it a bit more comfortable for himself, dammit. “Well. Guess we’re stuck here then, ‘cuz I don’t want to talk to you.”

The scientist purses their lips, but thankfully, they don’t push. They stand wordlessly and walk up to the door, fishing a small remote from their coat pocket and pressing a button. Soon enough, the door slides open and they leave, leaving Chase alone with his thoughts.

***

He doesn’t see anyone for days after that first time, apart from the aid that occasionally drops by with food or to take him to the bathroom. Because of course the room that passes as a cell didn’t have one, which made him think that maybe, just maybe, this place wasn’t supposed to be a cell at all, but that those guys were making do with what they had. Which meant that whatever was happening had caught them off guard somehow, forcing them to improvise in ways they weren’t used to.

Still, Chase was hating every second of his stay. And the humiliation of having someone monitoring him while he cleaned up or took a piss wasn’t even the worst part.

No, the worst was how goddamn bored he was getting. Seriously, there was only so much entertainment you could get out of the fucking tennis ball they’d him as enrichment. Like he was a dog or something. So when finally, finally someone new entered the room one day to sit in front of him with a notepad, Chase was almost happy to see them. Almost.

“Hello, Chase. How’re you doing today?” the unknown man greets him evenly, flashing him a polite smile. Chase gives him a mirthless imitation of one in return.

“Welcome back,” he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Thought you guys forgot about me or somethin’.”

The other has the gall to chuckle at that. “Yes, well. We figured you needed some space.”

Chase squints. “...I don’t need space. I need to get the hell out of here.”

“And we’ll work on getting you out, you have my word,” the scientist tries to pacify him, which makes Chase scoff. “I just need you to answer a few questions, first.” He stops, considering something. “Or, rather,” he corrects himself, “Just one question, really. Doesn’t sound all that bad, does it?”

Chase squints suspiciously, but doesn’t respond. The other doesn’t seem discouraged by his lack of reaction. “Trust me, it’s relevant to whatever… strange phenomena you might have encountered,” he insisted, and now Chase was even more suspicious. “What are you talking about?” he blinks, electing to play dumb for now. “What, like UFOs? I don’t believe in that shit. You people got the wrong guy.”

“No, no,” the scientist waves his hand dismissively, amused. “Nothing like that. Please, just let me ask you something.”

He opened his eyes, all traces of mirth suddenly gone from his features. Chase recoils a little, taken aback by the sudden shift. “Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?” the strange man asks.

Chase blinks. “The fuck kinda question is that?”

“The kind that could get you out of here, depending on what your response is,” the other replies, undeterred. “I’ll ask again.” He leaned forward and repeated, louder this time. “Have you. Ever experienced. A terrible occurrence. That has impacted you significantly?”

Chase wants to laugh. Oh, buddy. D’you have ninety minutes to go over it? “I don’t know. I—” He sighed, rubbing at his face. He didn’t want to talk about his personal life with this— weirdo! Although maybe, maybe he could tell him about… that, but…

Gah. This was stupid. He wasn’t going to believe a word of it. “Something real weird happened,” he tried anyway, because he sure as shit wasn’t going to mention the rest. Maybe they’d let him go if he threw them a bone to chew on. “I was in the woods. And then, I… wasn’t.”

The scientist tilts his head, his pen tapping mindlessly on his notepad. “Could you elaborate on that?” he leans forward, his eyes gleaming with something Chase doesn’t recognize. Curiosity? Expectation? “Did you black out, maybe? You were pretty inebriated at the time.”

Chase bristles. He doesn't like when people point that out. “Oh yeah, sure,” he chirps bitterly, “I was sooooo drunk I somehow walked all the way to that parking lot, without my phone, or my car, and also under a second. Thank you science man, you figured it out. Now let me out of this shithole.”

The other didn’t take the bait, calmly taking notes. It irked Chase to no end, not knowing what he was scribbling down on that stupid thing. “I thought you guys were some super advanced tech company,” he jabbed. “You’d think pen and paper would be too old-fashioned for you.”

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?” the other repeats once again, ignoring Chase’s words entirely. “That’s what I’m asking you. And you’re not being honest with me.”

The vlogger leans back on his chair, because this whole thing is starting to freak him out. “Wait— no, I’m not lying,” he insists, gripping the edge of the table in frustration. “I told you already. I was in the woods, then things got all weird and I was somewhere else, and no time had passed at all. That’s what I remember.” He crossed his arms, pinning the other man down with a stubborn glare. The scientist held his gaze, his expression set in careful neutrality. Then he opens his mouth again.

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?”

“Jesus Christ.”

Chase groans, craning his neck to look up at the ceiling. He’s in a nuthouse. And he’s not even the nutcase. “I already told you. Asking three times ain’t gonna make me change my answer.”

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?”

Chase glares back down, his foot tapping on the floor impatiently. “Are you fucking braindead?” he hisses, his voice rising in pitch and volume. He clenches his fists, the joints going stark white. “Just drop it man—”

But then the scientist abruptly jumps to his feet and looms over Chase, slamming his hands on both sides of the metal table. It almost sends the cap-wearing man careening backwards — his chair tilts significantly and he yelps, throwing his body forward to avoid falling. “Holy fuck!”

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?!” the man almost snarls at him. “A terrible occurrence, Chase!”

“I—”

“A death in the family!” the scientist enunciates, Chases stares up at him frightfully. “Losing your job! Witnessing a traumatizing event! Did you, Mister Brody?”

“Fuck you!” Chase spits back, his anger overcoming his fear. “I don’t know you, any of you! And I don’t need your fucking help!”

The other man scoffs. He looks frustrated. “Oh, really? Tell that to your little friend stuck in the hospital,” he mocks, inspecting his fingernails. “He could have used our help.”

There’s a heavy silence. Chase’s mind doesn’t make the connection right away, but when it does, it feels like being dunked in freezing water. “...You’re talking about Jack, aren’t you,” he states, not a question, but a fact. His expression slowly hardens as the pieces fall into place. “You knew,” he intones flatly, his voice deceivingly calm.

The scientist shifts uncomfortably, his earlier smugness now gone. Like he knows he just fucked up. “Listen—”

“You guys knew. All this time. And did nothing.”

“Chase, now stay calm,” the other glances at the camera nervously. “Intense displays of emotions can be—”

He never finishes his thought, gasping when a hand grabs at his collar and pulls him forward harshly, the edge of the table digging into his midsection painfully. The scientist winces, staring into previously cloudy eyes that were now sharp with fury. “My best friend’s in a fucking coma,” Chase hisses, almost manic. “That thing’s been stalking me for months, and everyone I went to for help called me a madman. My family—”

His voice breaks, his face twisting in an expression of pain and anguish. “...And you come here, take me in this— fuckin’ Aperture science lookin’ place, and tell me you knew about it the whole time?!”

“Chase, please—”

“No!” the father shrieks, getting up and shoving the scientist back so hard his back collides against the wall. He barely has the time to catch his breath before the prisoner is on him, grabbing him by the throat and pressing him against the rough surface. Chase’s flat cap had fallen, revealing messy, slightly greasy curls that partly fell in front of wide blue eyes rimmed in red and black. “This is on you,” he growls, pulling the other away from the wall only to slam him back against it, drawing a pained yelp from the scientist. “You could have stopped this!” he screams, catching the hand attempting to hit his face before it reaches his target, reaffirming his grip on the other’s throat and cutting off his airways. Blind rage is drowning his world in red, red, red. “You could’ve helped us! But you just watched, as this happened!”

letmeinletmeinmetmeinletmeinetmein

The scientist lets out a wheeze, struggling against Chase’s grip frantically. His leg kicks forward and nails the other man’s knee, making him cry out and let go of his throat. The man in the lab coat takes a greedy, gasping intake of air and stumbles away, reaching into his pocket for his remote. He watches Chase warily as the father holds onto a chair for balance, sending him a look that could only be described as murderous as he presses a button.

Almost immediately, the pneumatic door opens with a quiet hiss, two maked men clad in black stepping into the room. The scientist nods at them and hobbles out of the room, rubbing his throat as the door closes back behind him.

Chase glowers at the two — they’re not the same men that came to pick him up in the parking lot, but in this place, faces and time tend to blur into a same-y, grey mush. One of them steps forward, and Chase immediately grabs a hold of the metal chair and hurls it at the guard with a frustrated yell. The guard barely moved out of the way in time, startled, and the other visibly loses his patience and flash-steps up to Chase, whose face goes from anger to fear in the blink of an eye. He doesn’t get the chance to step back before something is jabbed against his midsection, and his entire world explodes in pain.

His body seizes up as the taser goes off, lightning shooting through his body in millions of white-hot needles. A broken scream wrenches itself from his throat before his legs give out under his own weight, sending him crashing to the cold tiled floor. He gasps, all the muscles in his body spasming out of control. ‘It hurts, it hurts’ is all he can think, it’s all he can feel. Everything smells like ozone, and he can taste blood. I bit my tongue, part of him faintly realizes.

Eventually his brain decides that it’s too much and peaces out, pulling the plug on him. The world tilts on its axis, and then nothing.

***

let me in

let me in

let

me

in

***

“Hey uh, Sasha?”

“Mhh?”

“What’s wrong with the cams?”

Sasha glances away from their game of Tetris, frowning at the screens covering the wall of the monitoring room. It takes them a minute to figure out what the other is talking about, but when they see it, they freeze.

The WTCHR cameras, one by one, seem to be going out.

Every single one of them, which displayed perfectly clear feeds just a minute ago, were gradually switching to nothing but static. “Wow,” they almost fall out of their chair, scrambling for balance as they roll forward, eyes wide. “Did you touch something?”

“Did— fuck no!” Eli protests, his voice going up a few octaves in outrage, “Why d’you always blame me whenever weird shit happens?”

Sasha opens their mouth to drop the most sick burn they can think of, but it never reaches past their lips.

The entire facility goes black, and an eerie silence falls.

***

There’s a body laying down, silent and still. A faint breathing sound and a slow heartbeat the only signs that life still clings to it.

There’s a body seizing up, in a way that doesn’t quite look right. Then it goes limp again, a slow, slow exhale going past its lips, lips that move in half-formed words and aborted sounds.

There’s a body that rises, slowly, clumsily. It moves in the most peculiar way, like something has slipped on an ill-fitting suit and doesn’t know how to move it the way a human would.

There’s a body that walks, unsteadily, through a door that’s not supposed to be open. Red lights and alarms blare, people are running, barking orders.

mine.

The body smiles. It doesn’t look right.

***

Chase wakes up in a strange way — less of a slow drag into consciousness, where his senses gradually come back to him. This time, it’s like the flip of a switch, from asleep to wide awake from one second to the next.

His balance immediately fails him — his legs trip over themselves and send him crashing to the floor, and he doesn’t like how this is quickly becoming a pattern. “Fuck!” he sneers, sitting up against a wall and rubbing the part of his skull he just slammed against the hard floor. He groans and rests his head on his knees, waiting for the throbbing pain to ease off.

Okay. Okay, fuck. He couldn’t think over the sound of that damn alarm. He hoped someone would kill it soon, because it was stabbing through his brain like a metal rod. Christ, his head hurt so much. Like a migraine, but on steroids, with bonus nausea. Was that a side effect of being tased? Chase didn’t know, he’d never been tased before. And it’s dark as all ass in his cell. What was happening?

There’s a weird smell, tangy and potent. The soles of his feet feel sticky, and so do his hands. He doesn’t realize just how bad the situation is until red light lits up his surroundings, and cold horror stabs through his chest like ice.

He’s not in his cell. He’s in some hallway, one he’s unfamiliar with. And there’s pools of something dark on the floor, briefly reflecting the light until it goes out again. Chase’s breathing quickens, panic rising within him. He doesn’t dare move, wide eyes staring out into the darkness, waiting. He doesn’t know what he saw. He has to make sure, make sure it was all a trick, this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening—

The light comes again. And this time, he can’t mistake the shape of the bloodstains on the floor (footsteps, his, his, his feet are covered in blood and his hands and his face and it’s everywhere), the path weaving through pools of dark red at the end of the hallway and oh my god there was a human hand poking from behind a corner someone was there dead dead dead there was a human corpse right there

Chase wails, breaking down into messy, hiccuppy sobs when the weight of reality crashes down on him. He screams and heaves, convulsing as he loses what little he ate this morning (morning, no sun, evening, no clock, time was broken, time was broken). Everything smells of blood and bile, and he can hear the distant sound of a crowd running towards him.

“I didn’t kill them,” he sobs, rocking back and forth as the footsteps come closer and closer. Many, and heavy, the clicks and groans of guns and heavy protective gear. “I didn’t, I didn’t. Not me, wasn’t me. Not me.”

Laughter echoes in a corner of his mind. He screams, hoping to drown it out, but it doesn’t stop. It never does.

**********

ey @beerecordings you wanted feral chase right-

but yeah anyway i got inspired by the possessed!chase idea and wrote this in four hours and not its 6am and im bout to die byyyyyyye

[dmwrites]

“Why are we having the Boatem meeting in the morning? Who on earth thought that was a good idea?” Scar, still dressed in his sleepwear of Boatem booty shorts and nothing else, asked, parked by the Boatem hole.

“Mate, I wish I knew. I’d put a stop to it.” Mumbo had set two repeaters on top of each other so he could lean against it, thinking tiredly of his unfinished redstone door he’d been working on in the night.

“I think the morning people are just more outspoken then us normal people.” Pearl said, clothes a little rumpled from building all night. She had a small vial of Zedaph’s infamous monster energy (“made from real zombies!”) in her hand and was seriously considering it, as she was struggling to remember the last time she’d slept. Scar and Mumbo grumbled in discontent at the mention of the morning people.

“Good morning Boatem!” Impulse strode over from his factory, a cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.

Grian fluttered down to perch on top of the Boatem pole, looking down at the three tired hermits. “What’s up with you guys?” He asked.

“Gri, it’s eight in the morning. I would be going to bed right now.” Pearl said, yawning. Mumbo and Scar had fallen asleep. Grian snorted and jumped to the ground, hitting both of them on the back of the head with the hermitcraft newspaper.

“Well, it’s your own fault for staying up so late. Mumbo! You’re supposed to be CEO, a shining example to the rest of us! What says you? Have any company news to report?”

Mumbo glared at Grian, then turned defiantly to Impulse. “Hey, Impulse, why don’t you tell us about your perfectly tailored morning routine, so we can all know how to become morning people like you.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you asked!” Impulse beamed, adjusting his hat. “Well, of course I woke up a little after sunrise, thanks to Grian! Then I always go right to a workout. Now with workouts you know you can’t just do the same thing every time- it’s about a varied routine, or else you-”

“I knew we made you CEO for some reason.” Scar muttered, already half-asleep again.

“Guys, please, you can’t just distract Impulse and think you’re getting out of this meeting.” Grian said, crossing his arms at the three of them.

“So Gri are you like Impulse’s rooster or something? You literally wake him up in the morning, that’s hilarious.” Pearl spoke up, over Impulse’s ramblings.

Grian puffed up at once. “Excuse me, I am not a chicken! And certainly no one’s alarm clock!”

“Well, I mean, technically, you’re kind of like my alarm clock!” Impulse patted Grian on the head. “You’re a good alarm clock.”

“I am not an alarm clock!” Grian was indignant, practically to the point of anger. At once the two were in a debate, both too stubborn to admit the other was right.

“Pearl, you’re a proper genius.” Mumbo said in relief. “How long do you think we have until they realize we’re gone?”

“I’d say half an hour at least.” Pearl replied. She set out a cozy blanket a bit back from the fight and the Boatem hole, and helped Scar onto it. Mumbo collapsed next to him, and Pearl lay to one side.

“The bairme joe demands more sacrifels,” Scar mumbled in his sleep.

“What did he say?” Pearl asked, but her eyes were closed already.

“Who knows.” Mumbo answered, and he was asleep within seconds. Pearl wasn’t long after, and the morning air, combined with a bit of that weird stale air that came from within the Boatem Hole, played sweetly over their faces. It wasn’t the most productive Boatem meeting, but then again, when had a meeting actually been productive?

[masterwords]

falling away from me

Summary: A re-imagining of the immediate aftermath of 5x09 - 100 with Hotch/Morgan and some hospital times and an IA hearing that isn't absolute cruelty.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Warnings: hospital, injuries, grief...this is the aftermath of "100" so you know it's not a pleasure cruise

Words: 5.6k

Notes: HEY! It's my birthday today, and I decided to be super selfish and write something completely self-indulgent...up to and including naming the Director of the FBI Skinner in honor of my love for X-Files. (Hopefully you didn't have to see the first version of this where I posted the WRONG DRAFT but it's fixed now and I'm a moron. Moving on!)

**

It's funny how quickly a day can get away from you.

Not funny ha ha, no not quite like that. Just...funny. In a different way. When you look back.

But when you're in it...

“You look like hell,” the nurse says, tucking the nasal canal back into place after the third or fourth time he's pulled it loose. He doesn't want it, doesn't think he needs it, but the doctor's orders are all she has to go by and this guy...well he's a wreck. She's not going to chance it. It barely fits up his nose, she's not even sure it helps. This guy's nose is broken in at least two different places, it is a swollen mess of cartilage and tissue that she imagines used to be regal at one point...but now he's breathing through his mouth. Still she sets it back in place and glares at him seriously. Thinks she can intimidate him.

It almost works.

“When can I leave?”

“Let me check on that, okay huh? Keep this in for me please.”

He will. For now. He's too tired, and his shoulders ache. He can't lift his arms again, so he tries to lay there and relax. His mind drifts back to the morning, the moment his alarm went off...he'd already sort of been awake, like always, but the sound of the alarm pulled his eyes open.

Aaron can remember plenty of days he woke up drenched in sweat, the ache of dread in his belly before he even knew what the day would hold. He can place them all by the timid way he went about his business, readying himself for an unpredictable day where the only certainty...or so he thought...was that it would be bad. And sometimes that premonition was right, but usually it was wrong. Mildly correct, maybe, if he wanted to stretch. Every day had its low point after all.

But as he lays in the hospital bed contemplating what possible reason they could have for the nasal canal when his nose barely works at all, he can't remember any remarkable feeling from this morning. Nothing that felt any different than any other day. His alarm went off like always, and he planted both feet flat on the floor. It always takes him a minute now to be ready to stand, his stomach is always sore, always just a little stiff and weak and painful in the morning. It's when he's reminded with the most clarity that he's not well. So he sits there a minute to let his body adjust to being awake. Every day he wakes a little further away from Foyet's attack, but the dawn always reminds him that he has a long way to go no matter how he pretends that he's healed.

Everyone else believes it.

And the minute that movement was granted, he dove into routine. A shower, a shave, plain oatmeal with his coffee. No strange feelings, just the sun creeping through his drawn shades as usual. It always came in the same dashes of faded yellow and gold, dust dancing a ballet in the bright spaces.

He took the train to work. Tonight, if everything went according to plan, would be date night, and on date night he takes the train to work because it's more inconspicuous that way when he goes to Derek's instead of home. In case anyone thought to look. Knowing the people he kept closest, they would. Derek would ride his motorcycle to work on these days and pick him up from a station about halfway there sometime after he'd had a chance to order them each a coffee.

He's not even sure it's a secret anymore, but there is a certain thrill that drives this weekly performance and it makes him feel enough good excitement that he doesn't question the actual need for it.

Routine. Aaron likes routine. He knows it's bad, knows damn well it's bad...in his line of work, especially. More than likely his routine allowed Foyet to find a way into his home and into his life, but he can't just throw caution to the wind and live every single day spontaneously. His life, and more importantly his mind, just isn't designed that way. He can't function without routine. It's the only thing that keeps him here some days.

He blinks and wonders at what point his day went from ordinary to nightmare. There is a lot of blank space in his memory bank between the journal with Carl Arnold and US Marshal Sam Kassmeyer bleeding to death in his living room.

A scene Aaron is a little too familiar with. He remembers looking at Sam and feeling sick, it's beyond empathy...he doesn't just feel it, he knows. He knows exactly. Sam says he doesn't know how Foyet got in, and Aaron knows. He knows. He has four locks on his door now, and an alarm system, because he knows. He never has figured out that riddle and it haunts him every single night.

There is more blank space between the ambulance with Sam and his own hours later.

His mind slows to a crawl around Sam, his missing fingers, his bleeding and swollen features. It's pure horror. Wes Craven would be hard pressed to create something worse that could live in his mind. He sees Sam's ruined hand, bloody and swollen around a glass of beer and a quiet cheers from beyond the veil. “To you and your family,” he seems to say through his ruined pulpy lips. “You'll join me soon won't you?”

It's a hallucination. He knows that, but it's so real, just Sam sitting there in a squeaky vinyl hospital chair bleeding and drinking his foamy beer in the corner beneath the wall mounted television. And then Foyet appears beside him grinning that wicked grin and the heart monitor begins panicking, screaming. “Not real,” he whispers to himself, flexing his bruised and swollen hands. A reminder. His joints are stiff and hurt badly enough that he almost cries out at the sudden movement, but it reminds him of what happened. At least part of it. His hands were broken on Foyet's face. “Not real.” He calms himself just before the nurse enters his room to check for disturbances. This isn't the first time, and she gives him that look that says he needs to calm down.

“Are you sure you wouldn't like something to help you relax?” she asks, though she is glad to see he hasn't taken the canal out again. He's improving. But this isn't the first time she's offered him a sedative. Or even the second. He chews on it for a moment and finally agrees. If whatever she wants to push into his IV will stop him from seeing Sam and Foyet there staring at him, well maybe it's worth it.

“I'll get a doctor to order something just to take the edge off.” He knows what that means, they're going to knock him out. “It sounds like you could be here a while yet. Sleep might help the time pass a little faster.”

While he waits, he's alone with all of these thoughts and the paper thin blanket and the judgmental machines keeping track of all of his vital signs. He toys with the pulse ox on his finger, pressing his finger further in and then sliding it out just enough that it kept reading. He's already learned his lesson there. Slide it out too far and the damn thing screams for a nurse. He doesn't want that lecture again. He's just...restless.

And alone. Lonely. Those are not mutually exclusive, and he's acutely aware of how different they both feel when piled on top of one another.

“I'm fine,” he keeps saying when they ask him how he's feeling. He mumbles it through swollen lips, his jaw stiff, blood crusted in Rorschach designs all over his face, forcing his already unruly hair up into chaotic spikes. One eye has nearly swollen closed, the other doesn't seem far behind, and his nose is definitely broken, he can barely breathe through it. The canal doesn't help. “I need to see my son.”

“Sir, you need to lie back down.”

The worst part is, he's all talk. He really can't do much more than lie down, that's the real joke of it all. He's adamant that he should be let go and yet every minute that ticks by his body settles further and further into a complete state of disarray. He's miserable. They did some x-rays and said some troubling things about his ribs and his tailbone, there is a lot of concern about internal bleeding (given his medical history they keep saying like he's not right there watching them look through his file with horror or pity marring their features)...he knows he's where he should be, but he can't think about anything except Jack. Before they bring him a sedative, he sees Haley join Sam and Foyet in the corner of his room and feels the sting of tears in his eyes. “No,” he whispers and the nurse, pushing tube connectors into place glances down at him like he'd been talking to her. She realizes quickly that he's staring into empty space, into nothing, and continues her task. He'll be asleep in no time, poor thing.

“I need to make a call,” he mumbles before his head lolls to the side and his eyes close. He's trying to fight the cold push of drugs in his vein, there's just no way. It trickles shards of ice, pushes them upstream from the back of his bruised hand through his arm and disperses them from there. He's powerless to stop it. “Please. I need to make a call.” He needs to call Jessica. He tries to say her name, but it doesn't come out. In fact nothing is really coming out right. The nurse tucks his blanket up a little higher to stave off a chill. He's shivering.

She runs into Derek on her way out, he looks like he's in a hurry and she reaches her hand up to slow him down just a touch. “You're here for Mr. Hotchner?”

“Yeah. SSA Derek Morgan, I'm his proxy.” He pauses and remembers to smile, a sweet gesture in trying times. “Is it okay if I go in there?”

“We've just given him a mild sedative, he's been very agitated tonight. He'll probably be asleep for some time but you're welcome to sit with him.”

Derek wonders how much she knows about why he's there, thinks her use of the word agitated is interesting. Yeah, you'd be agitated too if you were in his shoes.

“Hey,” he says as he enters the room, dimming the lights automatically. He watches Aaron blink slowly in his direction without really seeing him. He's not there, not really. Asleep and awake in some liminal space, some dreamland that doesn't look very inviting if the pinched look on his face is anything to go by.

“...look terrible...” Aaron drawls thick and syrupy. His backwoods Virginia accent slips out when the stars align, when the universe wills it, when he's drugged and tired and off his rocker a little. Every wall he's ever built has crumbled around him today. Every safety net, every shield, it's all been tested and failed in one fell swoop. He's raw and bloody and broken. Derek wonders how Aaron even gets up and walks out of here, but he's going to ignore that thought for the time being and choose to believe it's possible. As a test of that faith, Derek forces a smile for his benefit.

“You're still gorgeous,” Derek replies, standing beside the bed, brushing one finger along Aaron's cheek. It's true. Even with his hair matted in bloody spikes and his face swollen and patchy, even with bruises painting deep watercolor pools over skin that was once flawless, with deep purple and black crescent puddles beneath his eyes, he's gorgeous.

Aaron shakes his head, just slightly, side to side. It's painful so he only does it once but it gets the point across.

“...no you...terrible...”

“Oh. I look terrible? Thanks. I'm gone all day and this is the reception I get when I finally get here?”

He knows. He does look terrible.

“...tired...” Aaron whispers thick and sad. He licks his lips and winces at the movement in his jaw. “...sad...” God he looks so sad, Aaron thinks through his medicated fog. “...why?” There are bags under his eyes. Derek never has bags under his eyes. Most of the day is a blur, but he knows that everything scattered across Derek's features is his fault. In some dim way, he can't touch it but he feels it. Those damn blank spaces.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Derek says, pushing the bloody matted hair back from Aaron's forehead and pressing a kiss dead center, warm and soft and a little too long. “I got nowhere else to be but here. With any luck, I'll look even worse when you wake up from your beauty sleep.”

(x)

“Can I have a minute with him, doc?” Derek asks quietly, and the doctor nods. They've been there for hours, and Aaron never did really sleep. The sedative was only strong enough to make him slow, barely lucid, but never actually asleep. It wasn't really helping. More tests had come back and the doctor was hovering, waiting for him to be awake enough to share information. But he just keeps blinking long and slow and sad, and Derek figures they can give him a break. Another trip around the clock won't hurt.

“I'll come back in an hour with the last of the results and we'll see about discharge.”

“Thanks, man.”

Derek had been pacing while the doctor tried to get Aaron's attention, but now he's back by the side of the bed. He sits down, scooting Aaron's legs over just enough to give himself room, and stares at him. Long and hard, he looks and he can't find it in him to smile this time. As much as he'd like to. Just force that megawatt smile and tell him everything is fine and they'd be going home soon and life would go on.

Well, life is going to go on. Of that he's certain, but not the way they thought it would hours ago. Tonight was supposed to be date night, he reminds himself. And now he's staring into the face of a man who has lost everything that he'd built his life on. Sure, he's been divorced for years, but he still had Haley. He still knew her and could talk to her and since their divorce they'd managed to find some reasonable common ground. They claimed it was for Jack, but it was good for them too.

And now he's suddenly been thrust into single fatherhood without any warning, any preparation. Not only that, but it happened in the most violent way Derek could imagine, and that violence was going to leave a lasting mark on their family forever. It hit too close to home. He had watched his father bleed out on a city sidewalk and now he's right back there, staring into his own mother's haunting, devastated eyes as he looks at Aaron now.

“How are you doing?” he asks, knowing how crazy it must sound. But he really doesn't know what to think. How to feel. He's fumbling around in the dark here. All he knows is that Aaron looks awake, thoughtful, he's not blinking as slowly. He's aware of his surroundings in spite of the medication and the concussion.

“I want to leave.” That's the simple truth. He doesn't know how he is, but that hardly seems important. He just wants to go home, or go somewhere that isn't here. “Where is Jack?”

“He's with Jessica and her parents. They thought it best he stay with them tonight...the shock of seeing you like this might be too much for him after what happened. I didn't think I should argue with her.”

Aaron nods. He hates it but it makes sense to him even through his soupy mess of spilled thoughts. And truthfully, arguing with Jess is a lost cause. “Can I talk to him? Can you call them?”

“It's late, baby. It's midnight. They're probably all in bed. We'll call in the morning and make some plans okay?”

Derek is being as patient and as caring as he can be, but he's tired. He's exhausted and not sure he's got much gas left in the tank.

Aaron stares. And blinks, like he's putting together puzzle pieces in his mind. “Midnight?” he asks, like that was the only part that registered. Midnight. How in the hell is it midnight? When the ambulance sped away from his little suburban nightmare the sun was still high in the sky.

“Yeah.” Derek can't explain to him where the time has gone, not really. He's not sure himself. He was trapped in that house for hours, minute after minute, hour melting into hour until they were nothing but a murky congealed mess. “I know. But I think they're gonna cut you loose soon. We'll get the heck outta here, maybe eat something, get some shut eye and...” And what? It'll all be okay in the morning? He can't say that. “We'll call Jess as soon as we get up.”

Soon ends up being another hour, which feels more like a lifetime and the blink of an eye all twisted up like a candy cane. An endless barber pole spinning spinning, colors whirling, hours twirling but never really going anywhere. Derek was lulled into a sense of almost well-being while they waited, a fact that never ceases to amaze him when he thinks about it later. Hospitals did that. When a steady stream of people come in to make sure you're okay, you start to feel a little invincible.

“I met Haley in my junior year of high school,” Aaron drawls with his eyes closed. The lights have started to bother him as they back him off of the meds in preparation for discharge. His concussion is one for the record books from the sounds of it. They're going to have a hell of a time managing it, Derk can already tell. He reaches out and plays with Aaron's hair while he talks, twists his fingers in it, scrapes his nails against scalp, tries to soothe him. It's a waiting game. Aaron's long buried Southern drawl is seeping slow like muddy river water on a hot summer day into every third or fourth word. Derek can almost feel crawdads and fly fishing and mud between his toes. “She was a sophomore. Derek...she was the prettiest girl in the whole school...”

“Yeah. I bet she was,” he replies quietly, wrapping both hands around one of Aaron's. He's so cold, his skin so tight and swollen around broken knuckles but somehow he feels ice cold even still.

“She had a boyfriend, of course. Nathan Fisher. His dad ran a bar, he would let us sneak in sometimes on slow nights to get sodas and play pool. He had this bar tender on Wednesdays who would pour us the worst beer, it was always warm and too foamy but it made us feel pretty cool. Nathan was a good guy. I just wanted to be around her, y'know?” That drawl began deepening as he spoke, as he drifted in and out of what looked like a teary reverie bashed with the violence of the present. “Just wanted to be near her.”

“Did she like you?”

“She didn't even know I was alive until I made a fool of myself in the theater production...guess she felt sorry for me after...but eventually she loved me.” Aaron stops, crafting a thoughtful pause, and Derek smiles in anticipation. “I think.”

His heart sinks. That's not what he'd expected. He knows damn well it's not true. “Nahhh, man, she loved you. Don't go there.”

“And Jessica,” he continues, like Derek never even spoke. “She hated me. We were in debate together. When she found out I was dating her sister...” his voice trailed off, lost in the ghost of a smile. “I love her.”

“I know.”

“She hates me now.”

“Alright man, you're gettin' a little silly on those meds. You gotta give it a rest okay? Haley loved you, and Jessica sure as shit doesn't hate you. She might be upset about what happened to her sister, and she's right to be, but no way she hates you for it.”

Her parents, on the other hand, Derek knows they don't share that sentiment. They were...well they'd already made angry phone calls to him about all sorts of things he would rather die than talk to Aaron about. They didn't know he and Aaron were together, but they sure as hell knew he was the Unit Chief and held both he and Aaron responsible for what happened to their daughter.

Well, Derek figures, get in line. The two men in this hospital bed don't need help in the guilt department. They're threatening to take the FBI to court and he won't stand in their way. IA has already requested a hearing ASAP to go over everything between Foyet's attack on Hotch to now with a fine tooth comb, and they aren't willing to give Aaron a pass on it. The whole team is under investigation.

(x)

Home. Derek's home, because Aaron's apartment won't do, not tonight. The last thing he needs to see is that apartment. Instead, they're met with Clooney bumping into their legs, his long tail thrashing against their shins as he beckons them inside and begs them to sit on the couch. His favorite place to hop up into their laps...Derek has been gone longer than usual and he's clearly a little extra clingy.

He can sense something off in Hotch, he walks with his side pressed against Hotch's leg the entire distance from the doorway to the couch.

The mainline of meds right into Aaron's veins had ended over an hour prior and the pain hit him like a ton of bricks. There is no hope of sleep, not yet, not like this, Derek realizes. He isn't even sure he could do it anyway, so he decides to cook instead. He hasn't eaten anything all day and this was, still, technically date night. Sort of. Maybe they'll get in the shower afterward, Aaron still has so much blood in his hair.

“It wasn't your fault.” It comes out as nothing more than a thin rasp that catches Derek off guard while he pushes eggs around listlessly in the frying pan. Mindless work, he's probably overcooked them by now, his mind has been engaged elsewhere. There is salt and pepper in there, but he's on autopilot, just trying to get some toast and scrambled eggs onto a plate and into their bellies. Like that'll erase everything, fix it all.

“What's that?” he asks, turning the burner off before he pours the eggs onto the waiting plate and grabs two forks. He checks that he turned the burner off twice more before he leaves the kitchen with the plate in one hand, and two bottles held by their necks between his fingers in the other. Ketchup and hot sauce. It occurs to him that he can't remember how Aaron likes his eggs which is absurd because...he knows this. He's known it for years. He just can't get to it. His mind is completely on auto pilot, non-essential tasks and knowledge have been shut down, archived. Breathe, eat, sleep. They're both breathing, and he's trying to take care of the eating...he's not so sure of the sleep part but it's in there. It's next on the list of things to try.

“It wasn't your fault...what happened...” Aaron drawls it out this time in a voice that almost seems to ooze out thick like orange blossom honey straight from the comb. The accent, steadily getting stronger as the night wears on, almost sounds fake except he knows where Aaron is from, he's met his mother, he's seen that house.

“I know.” He doesn't, though. But he's not going to argue. It's all his fault. He could trace what happened to at least ten missed clues or opportunities. Ten that he can think of, dozens more if you give him time. Yeah, he's keeping score. Yeah that's what unsubs do, who cares at this point. He knows it's his fault, but Aaron doesn't want to hear that. Won't hear it. “It was Foyet's.” That's the only thing he can say that isn't a bigger lie than he'd started with. Aaron's blank stare at the mention of Foyet's name is haunting. In any case, Derek plans to take full responsibility for everything at the hearing and there isn't anything else to think about right now.

Clooney snores with his head on Aaron's feet, drooling on his pale pink hospital grippy socks, and Aaron picks silently at the overcooked scrambled eggs perched on Derek's thighs. “I love you, you know?” Derek says, like Aaron could forget something like that.

“I know.” He doesn't say it back right away, but he rests his cheek on Derek's shoulder and he cries and it's almost the same thing right now.

(x)

“Director Skinner,” Aaron deadpans with a nod, unable to forget his manners for even one moment. This is an Internal Affairs hearing, after all, and they're here because he fucked up. Because he didn't follow protocol. And he can't say he blames them, he didn't...but he also doesn't feel guilty, because he shouldn't. None of them have ever had their lives and the lives of their families utterly destroyed by the hands of a man who managed to skirt the system and its supposed fail-safes time and again. Witness Protection should have been enough, and it wasn't. But going back further, arresting him and putting him in prison should have been enough and it wasn't. And further yet? Boston P.D. tracking him with the help of the BAU should have been enough...but it wasn't.

“Agent Hotchner,” Skinner says quietly, tapping the table and indicating for Strauss to turn on the tape recorder. “We won't keep you long. I know your son is waiting for you.”

“Thank you.”

As Skinner opens his mouth to ask the first question, one he hopes will be the only question, the light on the intercom blinks. Flashes red. No one should be in the building, and they all feel a little dread watching it flash. “Do you mind?” Skinner asks and Aaron shakes his head, his hands folded neatly in his lap. He's too sore to move, to do anything but sit stone still and wait until this is over.

There is a squeaking sound on the other end, fuzzy and high pitched, and then a room full of hushed murmurs that sound more than a little like panic. “May I ask who is calling?”

“JACK!”

Everyone in the room smiles, everyone but Aaron. He's staring at his hands.

“Hi Jack. Are you Agent Hotchner's son, the very famous Jack Hotchner?”

“Yes.” Aaron can make out the sound of JJ's voice just behind Jack's, coaching him.

“Jack, did you know there's a secret code on the vending machine in the BAU that will get you a candy bar without even putting in money? If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll give you the code.”

“I hafta ask my dad...” Jack says a little morosely and Aaron's eyes flick up, meet Director Skinner's for just a moment and he nods.

“Well, Jack, I happen to be sitting in a room with your father right now and he says it's okay.”

It doesn't take long before Aaron can hear Reid muttering about a secret code and JJ assuring Director Skinner that the code will be safe with Jack. She'll keep Reid and Morgan far away from it. Emily is pretty sure she can steal it from JJ without her ever knowing, and then she'll make bank selling candy bars out of her desk.

“Agent Anderson,” Skinner says, turning in his chair to the man standing at the doorway. “Call the vendors for that machine and have them change the override code tomorrow morning.”

Aaron almost smiles, the corner of his mouth twitches small and fast. It's gone before anyone sees it, but he can feel it in his chest, a momentary lightness.

“Thank you, Director Skinner,” he whisper speaks. It's quiet and thin sounding. Skinner has known Aaron a long time and is more than a little shaken by his current demeanor. He'd anticipated some level of grief, of injury, but this...well he just looks broken. A wispy shadow of his former self.

“I think we can forgo this interview, Aaron. Your team has made things clear enough for our reports. I'm comfortable with leaving things as they are.”

Strauss opens her mouth, sits gaping at him for a moment. She can hardly believe her ears. “Director Skinner,” she protests and he shakes his head.

“I know protocol says we need to get a statement from Agent Hotchner, but I think we can all agree that this hearing is nothing more than cruelty at this juncture. Perhaps, if it would be agreeable to you Aaron, we could accept his statement in writing by the end of the week?”

“You're the Director,” one of the IA Agent says, closing her own file. “If that's what you're willing to accept, I see no reason to drag this out.” She's uncomfortable, too. Aaron is still staring at his hands.

“Well, Aaron?”

“It'll be on your desk in the morning.”

And just like that, he's pushing himself up out of the chair and shaking Director Skinner's hand. Skinner looks a little mortified when he squeezes too hard, apologizes under his breath and Aaron pretends like it didn't even register.

“Thank you, sir,” Aaron says and Skinner nods solemnly.

“Go home and be with your son. Save the report until the end of the week. That's an order.”

He walks snail slow back to the BAU, down long empty corridors and through keypad controlled doorways. He fumbles for his badge at every one, forgetting until the next one to have it ready. Every step drives the ache in his back deeper until he's practically dragging himself up the last of the stairs to the catwalk. Familiar territory, the home stretch. Derek is standing over the table keeping a watchful eye, making sure everyone behaves while they play a rowdy game of rock paper scissors with Jack whose face is covered in melted chocolate.

“That was fast,” Emily says, standing quickly to offer him her chair. He shakes his head and opens his arms instead when Jack comes flying at him. He'll stand. If he sits now, he might not get back up.

His back screams in violent protest as he lifts Jack up, holds him tight, buries his face in the boy's neck. Every muscle is seizing up, squeezing like a fist, yet somehow the smell of Jack and his chocolate cheeks are enough to keep him standing against the assault. It can't last long, but it'll last long enough.

“Are we all fired?” Emily asks, timid but laced with a little sarcasm. She can't help trying to cut the tension with a little joke. “Cos this is a really inconvenient time to be broke. The economy is in the shitter.”

“The BAU is cleared of all suspicion of misconduct,” Derek says, reading directly from an email Skinner sent him. Hastily typed, the man was clearly attempting to beat Aaron to the room...and judging by the way Aaron had moved like the Tin Man needing his joints oiled, he figured he had a few minutes to compose his thoughts. “Aaron just has to provide a statement in writing and it's all over.” He leaves out the bit about Skinner ordering him to make sure Aaron doesn't work on it until later in the week. That passes between them in a look when Aaron glances up at Derek helplessly from the crook of Jack's neck. Derek can see that he's on the verge of tears. He nods quickly and shoves his phone into his pocket.

“On that note, everyone get the hell out of here,” he says to the room before turning to Aaron and reaching out to take Jack from him before he collapses. “Do not come in tomorrow...or the next day. I'll text you guys when I want you back in the office.”

“Are you...still the boss?” Reid asks, a little unsure, a little unsteady. He regrets it immediately when everyone's eyes flicker toward him, burning through him. Not the time, not the time. “I just meant...now that...”

“You got a problem with that, kid?”

“No, sir." Reid's little smile, a little snarky, makes Emily laugh and shake her head.

“Hotch is gonna need some time off to be with Jack so I'll hold down the fort, business as usual. We'll let you know when or if that changes.” He pauses, letting them all absorb that little if he slipped in there. They'll have plenty of time to discuss that later. Not now. Locking eyes with Aaron, he offers him a gentle smile, a way out. “Let's go home.”

[justanotherrpmeme]

The World in the Walls

" I can't go back. " “ Dude, you're in the wrong-- or I'm in the wrong, uh... " “ Hey! Big stuff. Hey. Got 'em? I'm dying. Where are they? " “ Where are they? Oh, Jesus. Where are they? " “ You give me happy pills, me love you long time. " “ Okay, this is obviously a dream where I realize I'm in a dream. " “ Okay, let's just skip the part where you don't believe me, okay? " “ Um, yeah, it's a little chilly in here. " “ I hate these dreams. It's like your feet are stuck to the floor or you're paralyzed. " “ Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. " “ You know that isn't true. " “ I don't want to get nobody in trouble. " “ No one's in trouble. " “ I know this can all seem very real, but it's not. " “ You're seeing this, right? " “ You're very, very sick. " “ Code red! Code red! Main office! " “ No, no, no. Just focus on me, okay? None of this is real. Just us two. " “ Where are we? I mean, what's going on? " “ You came to find me. " “ But first, we have to break the illusion. " “ I crash-landed on this planet 9.3 light-years ago. " “ You're a starship captain, and you came to rescue me. " “ I--uh, no. Hang on. But none of this is real. It's-- " “ And they show us these illusions to make us fall in love and mate. " “ They collect us from all over the galaxy to feed off our emotions. " “ They finally got to you. You belong to them now. " “ It's okay. I'll still mate with you. " “ All right, that's enough. " “ Are you feeling any better? " “ Are you up for seeing a visitor? " “ I mean, Yale's still kind of a let-down-- " “ You don't remember? This? " “ Are you engaged? " “ Seriously, it doesn't even matter. It's not important. " “ Hey, um, I swear I'm not crazy. " “ I want to understand, okay? I want to help you. " “ Are you seeing this? Look! Are you guys-- are you not seeing this? " “ Don't feel sorry for me. Do not. " “ I'm not me, and you're not you, and this is not happening. " “ Do you hear me? This is not happening. I'm not--I'm not here. " “ Hey, you! Keep your voice down. " “ I'm sorry. It's my fault, um... Sorry. Hey, I'm gonna go, okay? " “ I wanted to see the fireworks. I really did. " “ Laughing at you? What kind of a friend would do that? " “ One thing that's real: you're always a raging dick. " “ It's very strong, this spell. " “ No, No! No, stop! Stop it! Stop! No! " “ The answer's in these books. " “ No one has that kind of time. " “ So who'd like to begin? " “ Oh, that one song, please, no. It gets in my head, and it never leaves. " “ He's doing this because I made him take his pills. " “ Look, I think I know what's going on here, and I think I know how to get help. " “ What happened to your face? Did you run into a door or... " “ Come on. It's time you see something. " “ What did you do to my powers? I need my powers. " “ He's coming for me. He's coming for you. He is coming to kill us. ” “ You have got to give me back my power! " “ He needs to hear it. He needs to know the truth why he's here. " “ I tried to stop you. I grabbed you. I tried to stop you from... " “ Accept who you are and what's put you here. " “ Hey, you, seriously, talk to me. Are you fucking with me? " “ Dude. Uh, um, look, this'll all be over soon, okay? Just try not to get buried under it. " “ Quit singing that stupid song. " “ Stop, okay? Just stop. Please stop. Stop. " “ That hurt. Do it again, harder. " “ Now stop singing that song so I can go the fuck back to sleep. " “ Oh, my God. It worked. I did that. " “ I'm in trouble. Seriously, help me. " “ My whole body, every part of my body, is tingling. ” “ I mean, you didn't tell me it would feel-- So good? " “ Oh, he's not gonna die. He just might not actually ever wake up. " “ Oh, my God. Hey, you are not going limp on me here. " “ Now go put all that sweet hotness to work. " “ God, why can't I remember? " “ Okay, look, I am, like, 100% sure I invented you, so if you could please just disappear? " “ Look, it was a party. He's probably sleeping it off under something or someone or-- " “ He crawled in here and passed out around 1:00. " “ When are you gonna tell me what all this is for? " “ I guess I could tell you now. No, I don't feel like it. Later maybe? " “ Mm, how about never? That's a growing possibility. " “ Your emotions are in complete control now, overriding logic, reason, even the will to live. " “ No, please, don't. I didn't mean to, I swear. " “ Get up. There are no straps. This is not a hospital. You are not crazy. " “ Will you please, just for once-- no more riddles, okay? Just tell me what to do. " “ It doesn't matter what anyone tells you. ” “ You make the web you're in. You're the spider and the fly. " “ Of course you're exhausted. " “ Magic does not solve problems. It magnifies them. " “ That was almost well put. "

[quodekash]

OUR SKYY 2 IS HERE ITS FINALLY HERE THIS IS NOT A DRILL

first lemme make myself an ice tea and then we’ll get into the ridiculous commentary (which will probably be entirely keysmashes but anyway) 

fingers crossed for something benchopper 

also i find it rly interesting that the series i finished with when going through all the our skyy shows is the one that theyre start with 

also also idk anything about the order for our skyy but i do know that there’s no way bad buddy isnt the final one 

ICE TEA HAS NOW BEEN ACQUIRED, NOW WE SHALL COMMENCE THE COMMENTARY (that a lot of you seem to like, why do you like my commentary) 

literally shaking what the hell

STOP IM GONNA CRY, HE HAS HIM AS HIS LOCK SCREEN???? 

WE’RE LITERALLY LIKE TEN SECONDS IN AND IM ALREADY FILLED WITH TEARS 

IM SORRY, IT’S BEEN THREE FREAKING YEARS??? WHY WERE WE NOT AWARE OF THIS INFORMATION 

ok so judging from the intro, it’s nlmg first, and then simm, then THE ECLIPSE MY BOYS AAAAAA, AND THEN VICE VERSA, AND THEN MSP HEGUERIHBGKREJB, im literally vibrating with excitement rn help, and then abaab, AND THEN BAD BUDDY GERJHBGUKREJBKGURBJ, AND THEN 1000STARS 

ITS LITERALLY HAPPENING IN FRONT OF MY EYES RN AND I STILL CANT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL 

HOLY BAJOOLIES 

HE HAPPY

HE;S SO FREAKING EXCITED TO SEE HIM 

NO STOP IM GONNA CRY AGAIN 

palms hair is so freaking pretty what the hell 

i sense a sponsorship

palm is so happy to see him and he’s trying to be sweet but nueng is moody and i guess i get why but also pls just be happy to see him again 

okay they are happy now yayyy 

yup i was right theyre sponsored by suzuki thats kind of hilarious 

damn, two sponsorships within like ten minutes of each other, they really went all out 

CRYING AGAIN, THAT’S PERFECT 

well that guy was confusing. ‘you guys are soulmates and youre fate but also you cant be together but you will be but you wont’ 

HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THEM, NUENG WAS ABOUT TO SAY HE’S DECIDED TO STAY IN BANGKOK AND FINISH HIS STUDIES THERE RATHER THAN OVERSEAS 

bRO HAS A SWORD?? I WANT A SWORD 

also like oh shoot they might be about to die 

but also just imagine walking around every day with a sword 

the power 

id never like actually hurt anyone with it and id probably rarely take it out of the sheath 

but seriously. sword. its so cool. 

not cool that theyre probably about to hurt nuengpalm and probably that poor woman 

holding hands and running for their lives, absolutely nothing new here 

heh i paused it at a funny moment 

he’s such a good bodyguard/protector/boyfriend/whatever ghrjgbhr 

ill show you what happens to heroes. they wake up in historical clothing. 

why are the roles suddenly reversed 

and why is palm the only one with knowledge of the present time and the only one without a clue about whats going on in this au  version of events 

DAM OKAY THAT WAS QUICK 

see, at first i was pretty sure he was faking it cos it didnt make sense that only palm was aware of the present, surely it would be both of them, but then he confused me, but its fine cos he remembers him YAY 

IM SORRY, LITERALLY ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS THAT ONE TIME IN BBC MERLIN WHERE MERLIN GAVE ARTHUR AN ORDER 

ALSO PALM IS LITERALLY JUST DOING WHAT NUENG DID AND ITS SO FUNNY 

wait this entire thing is a complete repeat of the series just switched and historical

their first major interaction was being introduced via parent sending child to work for the other child 

their second major interaction was at the pool, and in this version its by the lake 

their third major interaction is the master making the servant eat with them because ‘theres too much food for me to eat by myself’ when really its just bc he wants to spend time with him 

wait please let chopper and ben be in this historical version of life 

phum is there 

surely its plausible to think that benchopper could be there too 

i freaking love these two 

IM SORRY????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT 

NOOOOOO I WAS WRONGGGG

NOOOO CONFLICT 

its okay tho theyll iron out the conflict, its fine 

see, they figured out the conflict 

well that was wonderful but it is now 1am so i need to go to sleep 

goodnight folks! im gonna spend the next 24 hours Thinking About Them