#I am ... intending to return to this blog

[buffyscmmers]

GILMORE GIRLS S01E21 ‘Love, Daisies, and Troubadours’

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[everyroronoazoro]

Long time no see but happy zoro label on the dash day :)

[melancholy-lute]

G&S + TS: "When a wooer goes a-wooing" + "Hits Different"

"tears that blister" & "feelings fester"/"food for fishes only fitted" 🤝 "threw up on the street" & "my sadness is contagious"/"I slur your name"

I should think of someone newer

But I'm left here feeling bluer

When each memory is truer

It hits different 'cause it's you

(Hits

different

'cause

it's

you...)

[sociallyawkward--fics]

wild that i remember to come back to tumblr again now that the life responsibilities i was using tumblr to avoid a few weeks ago are over and i got notifs here about folks freaking out about my fics from when i was like 18 years old i love yall

[bloomzone]

STUDY SYSTEM : DAILY STUDY ROUTINE ( EXAM EDITION)

hii looves so this blog is all abt how to optimizing your day for peak academic performance. This four-part daily system is the exact routine used during exam season especially finals to consistently achieve top grades with minimal stress. While the routine may appear complex at first glance it is built upon simple, intuitive principles rooted in human biology and psychology. It is not only practical but highly effective when followed consistently. You’ll learn to structure your day around ur natural energy cycles, use tools to boost focus, and incorporate essential periods of rest and release to maintain motivation and productivity.

SECTION 1: UNDERSTANDING UR ENERGY RHYTHM

The routine is built around the concept of the circadian rhythm, your body’s natural energy cycle throughout the day. On a standard day for example :

Energy peaks shortly after waking typically around 6:00 AM.

Energy dips mid-afternoon often around 2:30 or 3:00 PM.

A secondary energy peak occurs in the evening approximately around 7:00 PM.

Energy tapers off as bedtime approaches.

This predictable fluctuation is key to optimizing your study schedule. The two energy peaks will be your core study sessions, while the dip will be used as a rest period, and the late-night wind-down becomes your release period or bedtime .

SECTION 2: THE MORNING STUDY SESSION (STUDY SESSION #1)

◜⁠✧ Start Within One Hour of Waking Up

Your goal is to begin studying as soon as possible after waking, ideally within the first hour. Use the high energy of the morning to tackle your most challenging subjects.do ur morning routine quick as possible don't do intense workout or stuff like this cuz u will waste ur energy so always have a specific morning routine for days like these ! And u can workout go to the gym or whatever at the rest period !

Pre-Study Essentials:

1. Set Your Daily Goals (5 minutes)

Before starting, sit with a notebook or your computer and write down what you intend to accomplish. Be specific. Define exact tasks e.g. which past papers you’ll solve, which topics to review so u will be more organized during the day

2. Activate Focus with Three Optional Tools:

Caffeine — coffee, yerba mate, or tea to boost dopamine and adrenaline.

Cold Showers — a physiological wake-up that increases alertness (personally I don't do that lmao but if u can that's good !)

Focus Warm-up (1–2 minutes) — pick a point in your environment and concentrate on it intensely. This warms up your cognitive focus system before you start.

◜⁠✧Deep Work Sprint Format

Commit to a 2–4 hour study block.

Use timed work intervals: e.g., 25–30 minutes of focused work followed by 5-minute breaks.

Use a visual timer to create urgency and focus. This serves as a “deadline generator,” helping you push harder and maintain hope by offering visible progress.

─ ⊹key principle: work Like a warrior

Study in focused sprints. The more intense your focus, the less time you’ll need to study. The idea is depth over duration not 12 hours of mediocre attention, but 2–4 hours of deep concentration.

SECTION 3: MIDDAY REST PERIOD

Timing: After First Study Block Ends (~Early Afternoon)

At this point in the day, your energy naturally dips. It’s essential to give yourself permission to rest. This period is not for distractions like Netflix, YouTube, or social media.

◜⁠✧ Approved Activities:

Exercise or light sports

Socializing with friends/family

Taking a walk, especially outdoors

Napping (ideal: 20 minutes)

The goal here is active recovery choose activities that contrast focused work. Avoid anything with dopamine stimulation that mimics your “vices” or release behaviors.so this break allows your mind to reset, preventing burnout and increasing productivity in the next session.

SECTION 4: EVENING STUDY SESSION (STUDY SESSION #2)

Timing: During the Second Energy Peak (~6:00–8:00 PM)

Return for your second battle. This session is similar in structure to the morning study session, but with a few differences:

◜⁠✧ Change Your Environment:

Consider studying in a different location e.g., library, a new room, or another productive setting. (Personally I move from my desk to the guest room cuz it's far from family chaotic activities ifykyk )

This provides novelty and reduces boredom, which helps counteract distractions that are more likely to arise in the evening.

◜⁠✧ Eliminate Distractions:

If possible, leave your phone behind take that shit in another room

Create a space where your brain associates the environment with productivity.

◜⁠✧ Study Format:

Continue using timed sprints.

Session length: 2 to 3 hours, depending on your focus reserves.

The goal is to extract one final productive effort from your remaining focus reserves for the day.

SECTION 5: NIGHTLY RELEASE PERIOD

Timing: 1–2 Hours Before Bed

This period is crucial and often overlooked. It functions as your psychological release valve a scheduled time for indulging in your “vices” or desires.

◜⁠✧ why it matter

Without a controlled release period, distractions tend to creep in throughout the day. When you tell yourself you’ll “resist” TikTok or YouTube for three straight weeks during exams, it almost always backfires. You end up scattering distractions across the day, killing momentum and u will feel like shit

◜⁠✧ so solution:

Contain those activities to this specific window. Give yourself full permission to indulge whether it's gaming, scrolling, or Netflix. The only rule: Only do it at night.

◜⁠✧ psychological benefit:

You’ll find it easier to say “no” to distractions earlier in the day when you know you can give in later. It reduces the mental burden of constant suppression.

Caution:

This is not a prescription to develop new addictions or deepen existing ones. If you don’t feel the need for this release, skip it . But if you’re honest with yourself about your impulses, this structure helps you keep them in check.

◜⁠✧ ADAPTATION AND FLEXIBILITY

✧ Everyone has a unique biology. Some wake up at 5:00 AM, others at noon.

✧ Adjust the energy curve and study blocks to match your personal circadian rhythm.

✧ This is a template, not a strict prescription. Principles stay constant, execution varies.

KEY TAKEAWAYS:

🗝️ Two deep-focus sessions aligned with your body’s energy peaks yield greater results than dragging your mind across a 12-hour marathon.

🗝️ Midday rest and nightly release are components of a sustainable routine.

🗝️ Use tools like caffeine, timers, environment changes, and goal setting to maintain momentum and focus.

🗝️ Structure breeds freedom. When your day is mapped with intention, your brain is free to focus trust me with this one

✧ This daily routine is not about rigid hours or perfection. It’s about aligning your habits with your biology and respecting your mental bandwidth. When implemented consistently, this system transforms exam season from a stressful grind into an enjoyable and productive challenge.Now take what you've learned and design your daily routine with intention ✧

@bloomzone

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💫FAQ below the keep reading💫

(I intend to return to this post frequently and update the FAQ whenever new frequent questions arrive :}} )

Do you take commissions?: I call them paid drawing requests, and you can order one here on my ko-fi when they're open! :))

Do you take drawing suggestions/unpaid drawing requests?: I do not. Sorry!

When you say you don't like fanart being made for you, does that mean fanfics and other kinds of media as well?: Yes. it applies to all of that <:/

Why don't you like fanart/fanfics being made for you?: The simple answer is it just makes me very uncomfortable. It feels icky when someone I don't know draws/writes about something I designed without asking me. I get that most artists love fanart and don't see it that way/feel that way about it.. but I do. And even if people ask for permission first, I just like to keep my works to myself..

How can we show support if you don't like fanart?: You can support me over on ko-fi! :)) Or, just send comments! In what ever form they make take. Reblogs, asks, direct comments, tags?? Which ever way you choose! My absolute favorite part of posting on Tumblr is reading all the responses. Whether its a huge paragraph or a simple "Loved this! 💖" It always makes me smile to see people comment! :}}}

What drawing program do you use?: FireAlpaca! Its a free program and is easy for beginners to learn, yet also has a lot of tools available for the pros! Though be warned. It can be a bit buggy at times and has some weird quirks you're gonna have to learn how to work around.. 😅

Why are your sonas hands bloody and bandaged?: When I was first designing my sona, it looked kind'a plain.. I wanted to add something to my sonas hands, but I wasn't sure what.. at the time, my hands were covered in Band-Aids due to dry skin and cat scratches. Looking at my patched hands I thought "Hey! My sona could have these edgy bandaged hands! They can represent my "artists hands" and my love for angst as well!" and so that's what I drew <XDD

Do you have any other socials?: I have a ko-fi and a YouTube channel, but I haven't posted to it in a few years now 💀 other than that, Tumblr and ko-fi are the only places I post my artwork to! :}

When will you get back to your FNAF AU?: No idea tbh.. Currently, I am battling some health problems that are keeping me away from my big PC. So working on my FNAF AU isn't something I feel like I can do right now.. hopefully I can get past this health trial, get back to my PC with all my FNAF files and get back to the AU soon.. <:/

When will you get back to Octonauts?: I will not be coming back. At least not publicly on this blog.. I had some very uncomfortable experiences with the fandom that persist to this day and so I decided to just step back and leave the fandom. (See this post for more details)

[back2bluesidex]

We Need Practice - JJK (18+)

A Sequel to Novice.

Pairing: Pornstar!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: Fluff, smut

Wordcount: 2.1k+

Summary: Jungkook wants you to ride him and you are too bad at that.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, messy cock riding, cumming all over body, they are down bad for each other, more fluff than I intended to have, confessions. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

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“Don’t judge a book by its cover” 

You have heard this phrase for thousands of times in your entire lifetime but you have hardly had any chance of actually implying the same in your life. 

But then you met Jungkook and you understood how true that one sentence can be. 

Jeon Jungkook is the text-book definition of what those cliched bad-boys or fuckboys would look like. 

With a hand full of tattoos, silver rings dangling from piercings, impressively structured body and a small waist that could rival female models, he really looks like someone who would be fucking people and putting on a show out of it. 

And that is exactly what he does. 

Pornstar Jeon Jungkook is actually very notorious. 

But Jeon Jungkook as a person is a completely different story. 

After that one encounter at that porn movie set, he asked for your number and you complied with his request thinking of he could give you some of the best fucks of your life (not that you have had many fucks to brag about in the first place). 

If you are being honest, then you never expected him to be the sweetheart that he actually is. Since the day you two exchanged numbers, he never once asked if he could come over during god-forbidden hours of night. He never once asked for your nude pictures, neither did he ever force you to meet him. 

Rather he sends you funny dog videos, funny tik tok clips and asks you how was your day. And you can’t lie about the fact that your heart has already started acting strange, like it flutters everytime Jungkook’s name glows on your dark phone screen. 

It’s been more than a month since you have been chatting regularly and now you are getting a little impatient. 

As much as you appreciate his good-boy vibes, you would like to see him again, touch him again. 

So you do what you have been thinking of doing for more than a week now. 

“Sleeping?” you hit send, praying to the universe that he doesn’t find you a desperate bitch for what you are going to do. 

The clock reads 2:15 am already, and just then his reply arrives, “nah. Can’t sleep. What about you?” 

“Me too. Can’t sleep.” 

You take a deep breath before typing the next message, “do you wanna hangout?” 

Just when you are about to add “at my place” to complete your proposition, his reply hits your screen, “Send me your address. And wear something warm before I ask you to come out.” 

Wait. is he? Taking you out? 

Even though you were trying to ask for sex but this option feels even better to be honest. 

So you send him your address and he texts you that he will be there within 10 minutes. Wearing your gray padding, you wait for him to arrive at your place. 

Another positive point about Jeon Jungkook is that he is punctual. You might even call him a green flag because your phone dings with a “I am here” text right on 2:27 am. 

The scene that unfolds in front of you once you come out of your apartment, almost leaves your jaw hanging mid air. 

Jungkook has arrived with a bike, dressed in complete black. If you drooled a little at the sight then you would never admit that. 

Once he sees you awkwardly walking towards him, he takes off his helmet and welcomes you with one of his infamous bunny smiles. 

Your heart does a little flip inside your chest. 

His big doe eyes shine amid the darkness as if those are made of some priceless stone. At this moment it’s really tough to believe that he is a pornstar, who fucks people on camera to earn a living. 

“Hey. you look beautiful.” he greets you with a compliment when you come close to him. 

“You look even more handsome today.” you return his compliment genuinely. And at that, the tip of his ears turn red. 

“Ah thanks.” he replies shyly as he hands you a helmet. And gestures to you to mount his fancy bike. 

You take the helmet, slip that on your head and hold him by his shoulders to climb on his bike. 

Once you have settled, he revves the engine. 

“Hold me tightly” he says briefly before setting the bike in motion. You wrap your arms around his waist and hold him just as he asked you to. 

The deserted road, the trees whooshing by, the buildings that look peaceful, everything feels so beautiful. 

Maybe it’s because of the hour or maybe it’s because you are with someone you like. 

The bike comes to a halt at a crossing and you slide up the windshield of your helmet, “where are we going?” 

He looks at you through the mirror, slides his own windshield up and gives you another sickening smile, but doesn’t say anything. 

5 more minutes later he parks the bike beside a huge lake. 

It looks like a secluded area. The lake is mostly hidden amid big trees and surrounded by fishing spots and some benches. 

Jungkook spreads his hand before you once you both are standing side by side. 

You take the cue and place your hand on his. He intertwines his fingers with yours and you start blushing. Thanks to the darkness, he wouldn’t be able to witness it. 

Once you are sitting on a bench, Jungkook starts, “I often come here to fish with my hyungs. This is my first time coming here with a woman.” 

When you look at him, you find him already staring at you, “Really? You look like the type to have a lot of girlfriends, you know?” 

“Is it because of my profession?” there is a hint of sadness in his eyes. 

So you press on his hand, which is still intertwined with yours and say, “no. not because of that. It’s just that you are generally very attractive and charming, Jungkook.” 

His face brightens up with a beautiful smile, “Too bad, I was about to say the same about you. But you snatched my words.” 

Your eyes widen at his compliment, “You find me attractive?” 

“Why? Why are you so surprised? Is it wrong to find someone attractive?” he giggles, staring deep into your eyes. 

“No. Th-that’s not what I meant. I mean, you know, you work with far more attractive women than me. So.. it’s kind of unlikely actually.” you fumble with your words. 

Jungkook chuckles at your explanation, “they are just colleagues, Y/N. Just like any other profession, we have a strict business relationship. And honestly, they are not even my type. You, on the other hand, fit perfectly into the category of women I would love to date.” 

Your eyes go even wider at his confession, “you.. You want to date me?” 

“If you let me. If you trust me despite the nature of my profession… I would love to make you mine.” Jungkook breathes slowly, his eyes drop down to your lips. 

Before you can voice your answer, your intrusive thoughts win and you reach up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“I think I would love it too.” 

And then you find yourself being pulled by the back of your neck as Jungkook crashes his lips on yours. It’s passionate, it’s overwhelming, it’s so beautiful and you never felt anything close to this. 

He licks the seam of your lower lip asking you to grant him permission, you let him inside your mouth. 

His tongue probes into your mouth testing each corner, you moan into his mouth. His other hand wraps around your waist pulling you even closer. 

And then you feel one, two, three and then multiple drops of rain falling on you two. 

He detaches his lips from yours, “fuck. It’s raining.” 

“Let’s go back to my place.” you reply, trying to cover your heads with your hands. 

It’s been one of your bucket list wishes to ride a bike in the rain with the person you love and probably it’s going to come true today. 

You hold him tightly, pressing your chest on his back, not in a sexual, but in a loving manner. It starts raining heavily within a few minutes, and Jungkook quickens his speed to reach your destination as soon as possible. 

“Where are you going?” you place your question, seeing Jungkook putting on his helmet again after dropping in front of your apartment entrance. 

Even though the rain has turned into drizzle now, it still can be quite dangerous to drive a bike in this weather.  

“Home. Where else?” he adds a little sheepishly. 

“Jungkook, it’s still raining. I don’t think it’s any wiser to go home now, you’re drenched on top of that. Come inside. You can leave after the sunrise. If you want.. I mean.” you propose, he seems to think for a bit. 

“I don’t think I should go inside, Y/N.” Jungkook looks at the ground as if it’s more interesting than your face. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” you are truly confused now. 

“I might not be able to control myself…” his voice fades by the time he manages to end the sentence. 

“Did I say I want you to control?” you bite your lip, hoping that you don’t appear to be too desperate to him. 

His eyes go wider inside his bulky helmet. 

Jungkook pushes your naked body on the mattress. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking of how good you felt that day.” He groans while biting down on the skin of your neck. 

Your hands roam around the smooth skin of his back. Everytime you scratch his back, he moans a little. 

“So pretty, so delicate, so perfect for me.” Jungkook groans again. 

One of his hands reaches down, finding your clit within a moment. It’s as if he has studied the map of your body with earnest interest. 

Drawing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, he pulls out melodic moans out of your throat. 

“Jun-jungkook mmm..” you moan again. 

“Yes baby. Say my name again.” he urges you while entering your heat with his middle finger. His digit plunges inside you, making you see stars indoors. 

“Jungko- I’m close” you manage to voice somehow. And as soon as those words fly out of your mouth, he empties you. 

You look at him being dumbfounded. He smirks at you, knowing what exactly he has done. 

“I want you to cum on my cock. I am hard as hell, baby.” he confesses blatantly. 

Just when you are about to hold him, he flips you around. So, now you are sitting on his thighs.  

“I want you to ride me.” he adds a little breathlessly. And you almost choke on your own spit. 

“What? I-I don’t..” 

“I will guide you, Y/N.” he cuts you off. 

He helps you in taking off his slacks along with his underwear. Once he is naked, he holds you by your waist and lines your entrance along with his cock. 

“Are you ready?” he asks briefly. You nod in affirmation. And then he is sliding you down his length. 

At first his length is overwhelming but you adjust fast. 

“You should move now.” Jungkook’s voice is laced with lust, his eyes are hazy, making him look even more attractive than he already is. 

You honestly have no idea how to move. So you try to implement your visual experience. However, it’s tough once you start bouncing on his cock. Even though Jungkook is guiding you well, you are messy regardless. 

Your moves and Jungkook’s thrusts don’t match at all and the experience is nothing like that day. 

You really are a novice. 

Even though the friction is delicious for you, Jungkook’s expression tells that he is very underwhelmed. So, you start trying your best. With a few more bounces, you cum all over his cock, creaming it perfectly. 

As soon as you are done, Jungkook flips you around again. He slips out of you and starts playing himself. 

Even though you are in your post-orgasm haze, it’s embarrassing for you. You couldn’t help him finish and he had to take the charge himself. 

With a few more pumps, he cums all over your body. Starting from your face, to your stomach, everything gets creamed in his white hot seed. 

And it’s hot. He is hot. And you are pathetic. 

“I-I’m sorry. I know it was bad.” you manage to voice once Jungkook is done with himself. 

“You are not bad, baby. We just need more practice together.” and then he is sealing his lips with yours again. 

You certainly need more practice with him. 

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[lightsoutmatthews]

I am so happy I found your blog! Your writing is so addictive. Can you do a story with Willy where him and reader get into their first big fight and she ends up crying in front of him for the first time? Willy feels so bad and becomes a big softy :)

Oh god, the length of this got so out of hand. I binge watched almost the entire third season of "Welcome to Wrexham" while writing that´s how long it took to bring all my thoughts to life. The creative juices have been flowing last night.

And thank you SO much for the compliments, I´m so so happy people enjoy my writing 🙏🏼

I just want to feel like you care – William Nylander

You weren’t even sure how it started. The tension had been building for a while, you just never realized until it actually exploded.

William had been away on a road trip, you had been stuck working late almost every night, a somewhere along the line your texts to each other had started to shrink from full conversations to a few tired words here and there.

The day he returned he came through the door a little after 9 pm, dropped his bad by the wall next to the door and mumbled a “hey” as he walked straight to the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water. No hug. No kiss. Not even a smile like he was happy to see you.

You watched him from the couch, your heart dropping at the lack of acknowledgement. You hadn’t expected fireworks or anything, but something more than a “hey”. A sign that he had missed you as much as you had missed him.

After considering your options for a second you stood and followed him into the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Hey,” you said, voice hesitant. “How was the trip?”

“Long,” he replied. “Glad it´s over.”

You nodded slowly “I missed you.”

He gave you a tried half-smile in return, leaning against the counter. “Yeah. Same.”

And that was that.

You wanted, hoping he would say something else. Ask about your week. Notice how drained you looked but instead, he pushed away from the counter and walked back to the living room, grabbing the remote as he sat on the couch.

That was when something in you snapped.

“That’s it?” you asked, following him again. “You´ve been gone for over a week and all I get is a “hey” and a “yeah, same”?”

William blinked, clearly caught off guard by your sudden outburst. “I´m tired, babe. Can we not do this right now?”

“Do what exactly?” you shot, sharper than intended. “Have a normal conversation? Be excited to see each other?”

“I am happy to see you, but I just got home, like, ten minutes ago. Can I sit down for five seconds?” he argued, voice tired, like he didn’t want to deal with this right now.

“No. You had a week full of minutes, William. I´ve barely heard from you. You couldn’t even send a full sentence in a text.”

Now he glared at you. “Why are you coming at me like this?”

“I´m not coming at you,” you underlined the words with air quotes. “I´m trying to connect with you because I missed you and you act like I´m a burden for just talking.”  

He rubbed his eyes, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth. “Don’t twist it. You know what I mean.”

“No, I really don’t because from where I´m standing, you walked in here, barely looked at me, and now I´m somehow the bad guy for wanting more than a grunt and a “same” from my boyfriend after he didn’t see me for a week,” you elaborated, trying to not get your voice to rise, but you were failing miserably.

“I didn’t say you were the bad guy. I said I´m tired. Can that be enough for once?” he grunted.

You stared at him, heart pounding, blood rushing in your ears. You tried to stay calm, have a leveled discussion about this, but his lack of interest in talking about this and lack of understanding your point was getting to you. “Do you even want to be here?”

His head snapped up and back towards you. “What kind of question is that?”

“A serious one,” you shot back. “Because I feel like I´m the only one trying half the time. I call, you´re busy, not even telling me what exactly you´re busy with. I text and you give one-word answers hours later. Now, you come home and act like I´m part of the furniture.”

He stood up, shaking his head but facing you head on. “I said I was tired. I´m doing my best.”

“Your best? This is your best?” you scoffed.

“I´ve been on the road, sleeping four hours a night back-to-backs, and now I come home, and you jump down my throat.”

“Excuse me?” you gasped.

“It´s always the same stuff.” he said, gesturing vaguely. “You always push, always pick at stuff until it blows up. I can´t even walk in the door without being interrogated.”

You blinked, stunned trying to process what he was saying. “Interrogated?” you paused for a second before speaking again. “I asked how your trip was.”

“It´s the way you ask,” his voice slightly raised. “Like you are just waiting for me to mess up.”

Your eyes widened. “I´m not waiting for you to mess up, William. I´m waiting for you to show me that you give a shit about this relationship.” You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the emotions that were making their way up your body. Trying to blink the tears that were picking at the corner of your eyes away.

“Of course I give a shit,” he snapped. “Why would I be here if I didn’t?”

“I don’t know, honestly,” you argued back, crossing your arms like you could use them as armor against his words. “Because lately it feels like I´m holding this together with duct tape and hope.”

He let out a short, bitter laugh. “Oh, come on. Don’t be dramatic.”

And that was the moment. You blinked once, then again a second later.

You felt your throat tighten, heat behind your eyes. You turned away so he would see, but the tears pushed forward too fast.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to compose yourself, trying to push it down, but your voice cracked when you spoke. “Don’t call me that.”

Before he could answer you were already walking again, past him, down the hall to the bedroom.

“Wait, babe, please,” he rushed out, following behind.

“Don’t” you said without looking at him. “Don’t follow me right now.”

But he did. He reached the bedroom doorway just as you stood by the dresser, breathing hard, you back to him.

He froze. “Wait… are you crying?”

You kept your back to him, whipping at your face. “Yeah, I guess congratulations are in order. You´ve never seen that before.”  

The sound of your voice, quiet and shaky, seemed to break something in him. He stepped forward, but you moved away. “Hey, please look at me.”

“Don’t,” you mumbled. “Don’t act surprise and don’t come over here and act like you didn’t just dismiss everything I said.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you didn’t miss how his voice was much softer now. “I wasn’t thinking. I swear to God, I was just pissed, and I-?”

You turned around, eyes red, still whipping at them to not make him see the worst of it. “I´ve never cried in front of you before, because you never gave me a reason to. Do you know that? I´ve been upset, year, frustrated too, but this? This is new. And it is because of you. You made me feel small,” you said, still not turning around. “You made me feel like I was annoying for giving a damn about us.”

Now you turned to face him. Your eyes were red, your voice think. Williams face fell. “I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you,” he argued but you just shook your head.

“That’s the problem, William. You didn’t realize, because you haven’t been paying attention. I hate crying in front of people.” You mumbled. “I hate it and I especially hate that it is because of you.”

His shoulders dropped like he had taken a punch to the gut. “I know. I know, and I am sorry. I – shit – I wasn’t thinking. You didn’t deserve that, not even a little bit.”

You shook your head. “You don’t get it. I don’t want some grand apology. I wanted you to walk through the door and see me. To act like I´m your person and not an obligation to deal with after a long road trip.”

He stepped forward again, slower this time. “I see you now,” he uttered quietly. “And I hate that I didn’t earlier. I hate that I made you feel like this. I´ve been in my own head, stressed, tired, distracted with the season, but none of that excuses making you feel like you don’t matter to me, because you do. You matter so much to me.”  

You said nothing, arms hanging limp at your sides now. Sleeves of his hoodie you were wearing wet from you whipping your tears away. “Then why does it always feel like I have to fight to matter?”

His brows furrowed. “You don’t. You shouldn’t have to, I´ve just been selfish. I get home and I shut down, and you end up carrying the weight for both of us.”

You nodded slowly. “I´m not sustainable, William. I can´t always be the one who tries.”

He looked down at the floor, then back to you. “You said it feels like you´re holding this together by yourself and I believe you. And I am sorry for making you feel alone in something that’s supposed to be both of us.”

You exhaled, finally letting your shoulders relax a little.

“I´m not asking for everything to be prefect,” you mumbled. “I just want to feel like you´re with me. Like I´m not reaching out into nothing every time I try.”

He closed the gap completely now and gently took your hand. “You´re not reaching into nothing. I´ve been here, but I know I haven’t been here. And that’s on me.”

Not knowing what to say you looked down at your joined hands. His thumb rubbed slow circles against you, calming you in a way it probably shouldn’t after what just happened.

“I hate that I made you cry,” he said, now his voice cracking just the tiniest bit. “That´s going to stick with me. I don’t want to be that guy. The one that takes you for granted. You deserve someone who shows up. Someone who listens and I want to be that person. I just… I need to do better, and I will.”

You still didn’t know what to say, but your silence was softer now. He gently pulled you into a hug, and this time you let him. You melted into his chest, and he held you like he didn’t want to let go, like he needed the contract just as much as you did.

“I´m sorry and I love you,” he whispered. “Even when I don’t act like the way I should. I love you, and I´m going to do better.” He took a short pause, taking in a deep breath, you head lifting on his chest as he did so. “You´re not dramatic, you´re just asking for the love you deserve.”

You sniffed, his words hitting you harder than you expected, because that was exactly what you wanted. “I didn’t want this to turn into a whole thing. I just wanted you to look at me like you missed me as much as I missed you.”

He kissed your temple. “I did miss you, so much, sleeping alone in hotel rooms instead of next to you is painful. I´m sorry I didn’t show it. I turned it into a fight because I couldn’t handle how right you were.”

You stood like that for a while, holding each other in the quiet of the living room. No yelling. No bitterness left. Just two people trying to meet in the middle again because at this point you believed that you could.

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of toast. You sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes. William wasn’t in bed, but you heard quiet clattering from the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he walked in with a tray. Scrambled eggs, toast, strawberries, and a sticky note that read: I see you, and I love you and I´m sorry. In his scrambly handwriting.

You looked up at him, surprised.

“I know it´s not much,” he opened, placing the tray on the bed next to you carefully. “But I wanted to start today differently.”

You stared at the note, not really knowing what to say. A lump rose in your throat again, but this time it wasn’t painful.

He slid back into bed beside you, careful to not make the tray tip, tucking the blanket around your legs.

“I know I can´t erase last night,” he said softly. “But I want to start showing you that I´m here. That I want to be here and that I won´t let the stress of the season get in here. I want to be better, for real this time.”

You nodded, reaching for his hand. “Like I said last night, I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just want to feel like you care.”

“I do,” he immediately answered. “More than anything.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a breath. He placed a kiss to the top of your head.

This didn’t fix everything, but it was a start and you hoped the two of you could build on it.

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gn!reader | i christen this blog with Akaashi Fluff. HOORAY!

“Darling.”

“Love.” Keiji leans back into the couch and furrows his brows. Careful to keep his voice soft, he tries again, “My love?”

He’s been practicing pet names for days and thinks he might die.

Every term comes awkward and clunky, and every few minutes he’s either covering his face, red as a tomato, or gripping his hair like it might open his brain to affection.

It started with a single conversation—one not with him, but your friend, where you ranked terms of endearment and he watched you grow giddy and flustered by things he had never said.

“Is that too much? Am I trying too hard?” he mumbles with furrowed brows. He clears his throat, takes a breath, and tries to exhale all the tension in his body. This is for you, he tells himself, envisioning your face. The image of your flustered smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and his eyes soften. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“’Kay, I’m back.”

Keiji jolts at your voice and padding feet returning from the kitchen, two cups in hand. Louder than intended—much louder than intended—he greets you, “Hi!”

You freeze in front of the coffee table, eyes wide. “’Ji?”

“...Hey,” he greets you again, ears turning red. “Hi.”

“Hi?” Slowly, you place your mugs on their respective coasters with narrowed eyes and sit down on the cushion beside his. “You okay?”

“Yes. Yeah, I’m fine…” This is the moment, he thinks, an opportunity to reassure you he hasn’t been overthinking again, and to prove he can do what he’s set out to do.

Yet no pet names come, and the usual familiarity of your name escapes with them, leaving stumbling remains to fall awkwardly from his mouth as he drags out your name with a questioning lilt.

Keiji winces and you continue to stare at him, expression morphing into something between confused and worried. Still, mercifully, you keep your tone light as you mimic him, “That…is my name, yes, Kei-ji?”

Your teasing pulls a groan from your boyfriend who, once again, finds his hands covering his face, blocking his vision. Maybe if he can’t see you, you can’t see him, or the way the heat in his neck is sliding up to his cheeks.

A breathy laugh escapes you, and the pads of his fingers press into his forehead. You shift closer. “Babe, are you okay? I just went to get some water, what happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Just thinking.”

“...About?”

Keiji pushes the bottom of his palms into his mouth, muffling his voice further. “You.”

A beat passes, two, and he thinks he can hear his heartbeat pick up in the silence.

“Good things, or…?”

Your boyfriend huffs, at himself more than your teasing, before letting his hands fall from his face. His bangs are messier than they were a minute ago, and his cheeks are still flushed. Keiji's next question comes easier than any pet name he’s tried which, to some level, infuriates him even more—“Do you ever wish I was more affectionate?”

Gaze flicking to you, the look he receives slouches him further into the couch.

You blink, tilting your head. “No? What do you mean?”

Embarrassment churns in his stomach as Keiji starts to play with his hands. “You were ranking pet names last week with your friend, weren’t you? I just… I’ve never used any, so I thought…” Trailing off, he looks away and lets you put the pieces together.

“Oh. Oh, aw, Kei,” you coo sympathetically and move next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I didn’t realize you… I’m sorry. I mean, I don’t really use many either? I know I use ‘babe’ sometimes but you don’t have to use pet names for me—”

“But I want to.” His fingers intertwine with yours as he frowns. “Especially if you like them.”

The determination in his voice catches you off-guard. Pursing your lips, you ask, “Well, do you like them?”

“...Sorry?”

Amused, your question comes again, breathy with laughter as you play with his hands, “Do you like them? Should I use more for you, too, baby?”

For the third time today, Keiji warms, a rosy tint falling across his cheeks and sneaking to his ears.

You face lights up in response. Squeezing his hands, you lean into him. “Ohh you do!”

Keiji’s mouth wobbles as he tries to hide his fluster, both unable and unwilling to take his hands out of yours to cover it. His eyes dart to the fake plant behind you, but you never leave his vision, and the fluttering in his chest only grows when you scan his face with a grin, prediction confirmed.

He doesn’t have to voice his answer at this point, but he still nods, keeping his chin tucked toward his chest afterward. Biting the inside of his mouth, Keiji clears his throat. “I…yeah.”

You jut your bottom lip, endeared by his confession and red face. It’s something you’ve always adored about him—the way he always tries for you, opens up to you, despite the discomfort of growing pains and vulnerability.

“Well,” you say, voice softer now, “how about we both try to use more then?”

Keiji finally meets your gaze again, comforting as it always is. The warmth of your arm against his steadies him, if only a little. Squeezing your hands, he nods once more, this time lifting his head. “Okay.”

His affirmation is enough, and you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around him. There’s no hesitation as he rests his cheek against the top of your head and squeezes you in return. And there’s only a little hesitation—lingering from nightly sessions whispering affection into the mirror in hopes of voicing it to you one day—before he closes his eyes with a sigh and speaks gently, “Thank you, my love.”

And as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, tightening your hold and mumbling something—an expletive or otherwise incoherent noise—Keiji smiles against your temple before planting a chaste kiss.

It’s not too much, in the end.

shoutout to U @shobvrry and the hcs u sent me for inspiring this 🥹🦔🪩 oh my goodness...

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Let’s start over.

Sneak peek: Aaron and Reader were together back when she was finishing her bachelor’s degree. It went on for a bit until Aaron started to pull away – after confronting him, you called things off. Years later you return to Quantico to streamline the new child crimes unit which will work directly with the BAU. Aaron is surprised to see you and asks you to dinner…some shocking secrets are revealed. (There are timeline edits to this story to fit my vision okay?!)

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 5301

Part 2: bonus scenes

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (reader is in their 20’s and Hotch is in his 40’s), explicit language, keeping a child a secret, Hotch not being the best partner (past), description of BAU and other FBI units – some canon typical subject matter, OC’s Nora (child) Theo and Leila (agents), mention of hospitals, and mention of febrile seizure, mention of Jack, mention of Haley (their relationship timeline was adjusted to make this work – they separated when Jack was like 2-3 y/o) let me know if I missed any!

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** 5 Years Ago, **

“Aaron would you please just tell me what’s going on!” You pleaded.

“Nothing. I told you to just drop it. Nothing is wrong.” Aaron snapped.

Things had been like this for the past few weeks. Aaron was being short with you, snippy about menial things that had never bothered him before. You couldn’t figure out what was going on, it had truly begun to weigh heavily on your relationship.

“We both know that’s bullshit. Why won’t you just talk to me?” You were practically begging him at this point.

“Jesus Christ, would you just let it the fuck go. I said I don’t want to talk. Why is that so hard for you to understand?” Aaron shouted. “Maybe Dave was right.” He mumbled.

“Right about what?” Your voice came out much smaller than intended.

“Maybe you’re too young, too immature. You just don’t understand the stress I’m under.” Aaron huffed out a sigh.

Aaron and you had been together for nearly two years. Initially it had been more of a fling due to the fact that he was teaching a course you were taking to complete your bachelor’s degree. He and you took things to the next level once you’d graduated and now you were about to complete your master’s degree. You loved Aaron, but with how things had been going for the last few months, you couldn’t help but wonder if that was enough.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” You whispered.

“So what?  We get in a little fight and you’re going to throw a tantrum?” Aaron spat pure venom.

“A tantrum?” You said, exasperated. “Aaron I’m not a toddler kicking and screaming because I am not getting my way. I’m a grown ass woman asking for some healthy communication in our relationship. We haven’t had a real conversation in months, and I don’t think I can go on like this.” You gasped, the realization finally hitting you…this had to end.

“Sweetheart, we can work this out. I’m sorry okay?” Aaron reached for you.

“No…” You took a retreating step, your back making contact with the back of your sofa. “I think it’s too late Aaron. And honestly it’s rich that you called me immature, when you are so emotionally stunted. You refuse to act your own age and talk things through. Instead, you bottle things up and push away anyone who cares about you. I won’t be your punching bag anymore, I have too much respect for myself.” Your tears had finally broken free, trailing down your cheeks clouded with black from your mascara.

“So that’s it then? We’re done?” Aaron scoffed.

“I guess that’s it.” You gasped.

With that, Aaron grabbed his bag and left. Pausing for a second, before shaking his head and making his leave. The moment you heard the lock click, your knees gave out and you collapsed to the floor as sobs ripped through your body. You laid there for what felt like days, broken and devastated by the loss of what you presumed was your forever. He was gone and you’d have to move on, something you weren’t sure was possible in that moment.

** Present Day **

“Hello? … This is she … Oh! Director Cruz … yes I am getting everything ready. … I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, truly. … Of course, thank you. … Alright, I will see you Monday. … Thank you … Bye.” You were practically buzzing as you hung up the phone.

“Was that bossman?” Hestia questioned.

“Yes it was! He was checking in and making sure I have everything I need before I start on Monday!” You gushed.

“I can’t believe you are moving back to Virginia. I am going to miss you so, so much!” Hestia whined.

“I am going to miss you too! But it’ll only be like a month until you join me…right?” You inquired.

“Yes! My lease is up then and as long as you’re still cool with us staying with you guys until we find our own place, we will be there!” She explained.

“Ummm of course you guys can stay with us! Free childcare…I’d be an idiot to pass that up!” You laughed as Hestia threw a pillow at you.

You were actively packing up your life and preparing to move back to Virginia. You hadn’t been back there in nearly five years. After breaking things off with Aaron and completing your master’s degree, you’d looked into PhD programs around the U.S. and had ultimately decided on the child psychology program at Colombia University, and while New York wasn’t too far from Virgina, it at least put space between you and Aaron. 

About eight months after you and Aaron had broken things off, Nora had come as quite a surprise. Despite the shock that was brought on by your pregnancy, Nora had become the greatest gift you could’ve asked for. Having Hestia around to make up for your lack in baby daddy had brought the two of you incredibly close together.

You had met Hestia in a pretty unconventional way, she was one year into her residency for general surgery, and you had appendicitis. So, she worked hand-in-hand with the surgeon who removed your appendix, and well, the rest had been history. She’s been with you through everything in the last four years, most importantly, she’s helped you raise Nora. You’d been sure to repay the favor, especially within the last year…Hestia’s mom had passed, leaving her 15-year-old sister in her care. The four of you had become your own little family.

“So, what’s your plan tomorrow?” Hestia asked.

“Oh, my parents flew in last week and they drove most of my stuff down on Tuesday. My mom said she wanted it to be set up for us, so we’d be able to move right in, especially since I start work immediately. So, I am just getting the last few things together today and we will head down tomorrow, and I guess we will finish getting everything set up this weekend. They’re staying with me, pretty much until you and Selene can come out. They don’t want me to have to put Nora in daycare.” You explained.

“Aw, I’m so glad they’re able to do that! I know by then you’ll be ready to have them out of your hair, but it is nice that you won’t have to leave her with strangers right away.” Hestia patted your leg. “I do have a question for you though…are you at all worried about running into your ex?”

“I don’t even know if he still works there Hes, it’s a huge place. Who’s to say we even see each other at all?” You shrug.

“You are so full of shit!” Hestia laughs. “Don’t act like you didn’t check to see if he’s still there.”

“Ugh! Yes he’s still the unit chief of the BAU! Of course I looked. And yes. I am terrified, Director Cruz said my unit will most likely work with the BAU more than any other team and I’m not sure I can handle that.” You groaned.

“You can’t avoid him forever babe. Are you going to tell him about Nora?”

“Hes, I don’t even know how I would begin to tell him.” You shook your head. “We ended horribly and she’s four now. What if he freaks out?”

“I mean he might. Hon, you have to tell him, she’s his daughter you know… I don’t think there’s an easy way to do it. Like it’s gonna be ugly no matter what. But at least you’re telling him.” Hestia reasons.

You knew she was right, you had to tell Aaron about Nora, but honestly it could wait. You had an entire unit to run, and you couldn’t let your fear of seeing him and having that conversation distract you from the important work you’d be doing.

Monday came far too quickly. Your parents had been a huge help, and the house was almost completely unpacked. Nora had settled in well with them being there with you both, and you were incredibly grateful to them for supporting you.

You had gotten up early to make breakfast and eat with Nora before heading into the office. When you walked into the FBI building, you made your way to the front desk to get your ID and then headed to the director’s office.

“Welcome! We are so glad to have you and your team joining us at the FBI. Child crimes is something that has needed an official unit for far too long, I am just happy to have you leading it.” Director Cruz greeted you.

“Thank you Director, it is truly an honor to have been asked to lead this team. From my understanding, Theo and Leila will be here tomorrow to begin officially.”

“That��s correct. I want to go over some logistics with you before I show you to your office. As of right now your team will just be the three of you, if we see a need to expand, we will. I am going to assign you and your agents each a specific unit for if you are needed in more than one place. You will be the point person for the Behavioral Analysis Unit and the Sex Crimes Unit, Leila will take point with Violent Crimes and Theo will take point with Cybercrimes. I anticipate that your team will work closest with the BAU and SCU.” Director Cruz explained.

“That all sounds good sir. Are the Unit Chiefs of these departments all aware of our arrival? I just want to ensure they will be prepared to work with us and that there won’t be too much pushback.” You posed.

“I understand. Yes, they have all been informed of your team’s arrival and I have made it very clear that their cooperation is nonnegotiable. At the end of the day, we all have the same goal, so hopefully there will be very little pushback from our agents.” Director Cruz reassured you. “Are you ready to see your office now?”

“Yes sir, thank you.”

Stepping off the elevator onto the sixth floor, you immediately took note of the directory sign listing that the BAU was housed on this floor. It made your stomach churn, knowing that you would most definitely see Aaron every day… not to mention in like the next few minutes.

“Okay so, through this door here is where the BAU is, as I mentioned before. There are two open desks down in the bullpen there for Theo and Leila, and your office is just there. You will be between agents Hotchner and Rossi.” Director Cruz noted as you entered your office. “I’d like to introduce you to agent Hotchner before I let you settle in; I think it is important given how frequently you’ll be working together.”

“Of course, sir.” You nodded.

The ten steps it took to get from your office to his felt like an eternity. You felt sick knowing that you’d have to face the man that had broken you all those years ago. You may have ended things with him officially, but he had truly ended it when he decided that you weren’t worthy of communicating with. At this point you were just hoping that he’d grown up in that area, because you really needed him to take the news of Nora well.

“Agent Hotchner, I have the new child crimes unit chief here for you to meet.” And before Director Cruz could give Aaron your name, it escaped his own lips, framed by his shocked expression. “Oh, you two know each other?”

“Agent Hotchner was a guest lecturer for one of my undergrad courses. He was my inspiration for entering this field.” You supplied.

It wasn’t a total lie…

“Yes, she was a bright student. I’m not surprised to see that she made it to the FBI.” Aaron added.

“Alright then, I will leave you to catch up then.” With that, the Director made his way back to his office.

“How um…how are you?” Aaron inquired.

“I’m well Aaron. I don’t really think anymore small talk is necessary. I should go get settled into my office.” You huffed out a breath before exiting the room.

You made sure to take your time getting settled. Placing some personal things out on your desk and shelves. You had a few plants, some of your favorite pens, some file folders, you hung up your degrees, you organized your psychology books on the shelves along with some law books, and the last, most important detail was a framed photo of you and Nora that you sat next to your lamp.

The day had sped by as you made yourself comfortable on the couch in your office while reading through some emails from other units and some case files of theirs from previous cases to see how they typically ran things. You had been trekking along just fine until a quite knock broke your concentration. Looking up, you weren’t entirely surprised to see it was Aaron standing there.

“I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. It’s almost eight.” Aaron informed you.

“Oh shit! I didn’t even realize!” You scrambled to check your phone.

“I know that you said small talk wasn’t necessary, and I agree. I would however really like to take you to dinner to catch up, and maybe I can explain some things.” Aaron requested.

“Oh, I um. I’m not sure that’s a good idea…I uh-”

“Please. I really need to explain myself, for how awful I was back then. No excuses, just maybe it’ll help you see my point of view. I’ve worked on myself a lot since then.” Aaron pleaded.

“I have to make a call first.” You conceded.

“Of course. I’ll give you some privacy.” He exited your office.

You quickly called your mom, letting her know that you were going to dinner with a coworker, asking her to take care of the remainder of Nora’s bedtime routine. You also had to inform her you wouldn’t need to be picked up. After which you spoke to Nora wishing her a good night and giving her a kiss through the phone. You then gathered your belongings and met Aaron in the bullpen.

“So, I don’t have my car. My parents are in town, they helped me move, so I left my car with them.” You explained sheepishly.

“No worries, if you’re comfortable with it, I can drive us. I can take you home after as well.” Aaron offered.

“Yeah, that would be great. Thank you.” You offered a gentle smile.

Aaron gestured you to the elevator and you made your way down to the parking garage. Aaron, ever the gentleman made sure to open the car door for you, both in the garage and again at the restaurant. There was a tinge of sadness that flooded your mind as you noticed where Aaron took you.

It had been your go to for date nights back when you were together. It was a recommendation from Dave – who you couldn’t help but feel a bit of resentment toward given the “too young” comment. You wondered if Aaron brought you here on purpose, and he must’ve picked up on your thought.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I drove us here. I guess it was muscle memory.” He shook his head.

“It’s okay. I’ve missed the food honestly.” You let out a little chuckle.

“I have too. I uh, I haven’t been here since we ended.” Aaron’s voice trailed off toward the end of his statement.

You were relieved that the night hadn’t been filled with awkward silence. It had, however, been a lot of catching up while Aaron avoided the main reason he brought you here and you avoided talking about Nora. You were both saved by the waiter when he came by to get your order.

“Would you like to see the wine list?”

“No thank you. I’ll just have water.” You were quick to answer.

“Water is fine for me also.” Aaron added.

“Are you ready to order your entrees then?”

“I will have the Mezzi Rigatoni, and she will have the Ricotta Cavatelli.” Aaron declared.

The waiter nodded and walked off. You couldn’t help but look at Aaron with a bit of shock. It is what you always ordered, so you couldn’t be mad, but it felt foreign and all too familiar at the same time. He always ordered for you when you used to go out, he used to know you better than you knew yourself…but that was then.

“I’m so sorry – I don’t know why I did that” Aaron was quick to apologize “Maybe coming here was a bad idea. It’s all too familiar.”

“It’s okay Aaron. I was going to order it anyway. Maybe we should talk about why we’re here.” You suggested.

“Of course. I want to explicitly state that I am not trying to make excuses for how I acted then, because I know I was horrible to you in the end. I do just want to give you some insight as to what I was going through at that time. I really want to communicate now what I didn’t then.” He began.

You nodded for him to continue as the waiter brought your food and drinks.  

“So, you know that Haley and I divorced before you and I got together officially. Well once you and I became serious and my time was either spent at work or with you and Jack, Haley didn’t seem to like that. She uh, she tried to fight me for primary custody of Jack.” Aaron explained.

“What? Aaron why didn’t you tell me?”

“Honestly, because I knew you’d take a step back in our relationship. I knew that with how selfless you are, you’d offer to back off and give me more time with Jack and I didn’t want that. I wanted to have you and Jack, so I kept it to myself. Which broke us anyway.” He concluded.

“I really wish you would’ve told me; things may have been different Aaron. I am glad you’re telling me now though.” You desperately wanted to reach for his hand but ultimately decided against it.

Now was as good a time as any, you had to tell him about Nora. He confessed something and it was your turn. And just as you were about to open your mouth, a shrill ring sounded from Aaron’s coat pocket.

“Hotchner. Yes…CCU as well? Yes – I’m with their unit chief now. We’re on our way.” Aaron hung up the phone and looked over at you. “Is your team here in Virginia?”

“Yes, they’re not meant to start until tomorrow.” You provided.

“Call them in, we have a case. Time is of the essence.” Aaron signaled for the check.

The two of you contacted your respective teams as you made your way back to the car. Aaron once again opened your door for you and drove you back to the office. You texted your parents and informed them of the case and asked your mom to let Nora know you’d be home as soon as you could.

30 minutes later you were on a private jet to Chicago with your team and the entirety of the BAU. You had unintentionally sat beside Aaron and began going over the case details with everyone. Aaron had begun explaining the preliminary profile, and you couldn’t help but chime in. Everyone was watching how the two of you riffed and bounced ideas off of one another so naturally.

“Just a reminder, there are new protocols for entry into the crime scene when we are locating the children. We need to follow those exactly to ensure we don’t harm these children more so than they are already. If you have any questions about those procedures feel free to ask me or my agents.” You instructed.

“Right. Now for assignments, Dave, JJ and Theo I’d like you to interview the family of the latest victim –”

“Molly Leland.” You corrected.

“Apologies. Dave, JJ, Theo go to the Leland’s and find out anything you can. Morgan, Prentiss and Leila, you three go to the abduction site, I want to ensure CSU didn’t miss anything. And Reid you’ll be with us at the station to start on the geographical profile.” Aaron finished, gesturing to the two of you.

Six days. It had been six days, and you still hadn’t made any progress on this case. Another child had gone missing, and things were incredibly tense. Both teams had been in the designated room within the precinct going over theories.

“I think we’re looking at this all wrong…” Leila began, “I think the person abducting these kids is younger than initially profiled.”

“Given their disorganization and the lack of consistent victimology, I’d say that’s a pretty plausible theory.” Spencer validated.

“Okay, Leila what were you thinking?” You inquired.

“What if it is a teenager? My thoughts were a kid who grew up in foster care – hence the random victimology. They just want siblings, and that’s why there aren’t any bodies.”  Leila suggested.

“I think she’s onto something. If it was a young adult who was newly alone in the world, they’d be looking to find people to surround themselves with.” Morgan continued.

“Garcia, run a search for kids that just aged out of group homes and foster care.” Aaron called to their technical analyst.

“Within the geographical limits I just sent over to you.” Spencer added.

When your phone rang, you excused yourself from the room, answering the call from your mom. You could immediately tell something was wrong given the slight lilt to her voice.

“Mom, what’s wrong?...Why do you need the children’s Tylenol. … Fever? What’s her temperature? … 103? MOM! You need to take her to the ER. … I’m serious! … I’m coming home. … Yes! … I’ll be there as soon as I can. … Take her straight to Bethesda. …Ok. Bye.”

You turned and jumped in surprise at Aaron standing there behind you.

“I just came to let you know we’re splitting up to check out a few leads. Is everything okay?” He asked.

You could tell he had more questions and that he’d more than likely heard the entirety of your conversation but was holding back in asking them.

“Um no. My daughter is sick. She has a pretty high fever. I uh, I need to get home.” You panicked.

“Okay. We will get you home then. I’ll send the teams out and I will make some calls. For now, just try to stay positive okay?” Aaron had always been the calm in the storm.

He sent three separate groups out to find the unsub and had made a few calls back to the director to get you on an emergency flight home. He went as far as to drive you to the hotel and then to the hangar.

“Aaron.”

“Get home to your daughter.” He offered a small smile.

“Thank you.”

Leila had texted to update you that they had caught the unsub and would be heading home in the next hour or so. You had been grateful that the team had successfully closed the case. What was killing you, was the state of your baby girl. She had an excessively high fever, and it just wouldn’t break.

“Miss, there’s someone here to see you.” The nurse informed you.

You looked over at your mom who gave you a nod and you exited the room. Following the nurse to the waiting room, you were surprised to see Aaron standing there.

“I just wanted to see how she’s doing, and how you are.” He declared.

“I um. I’m…” You couldn’t help but break down.

Aaron immediately pulled you into his arms and moved you both over to a couch in the waiting area. He let his hand brush over your hair and whispered reassurances to you. The two of you sat like this for a while before you slowly pulled away.

“Sorry. She just has this fever, and it won’t break, and they don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Sweetheart it’s okay. She will be okay.” Aaron grabbed your hand.

A moment went by and then an alarm sounded. Your gaze shot up as you watched medical staff make their way to Nora’s room. You got up and ran to her room, with Aaron hot on your heels.

“What’s happening? What is going on? Somebody tell me what is going on!” You were practically shouting as Aaron pulled you from the room.

Your mom was pacing in the hallway as Aaron held you back from storming back in. It was killing him to see you this distraught.

“It was a febrile seizure. This can happen when children have such a high fever. We’ve given her a sedative to try and help her rest and we pushed some more Tylenol to aid in breaking the fever.” The doctor explained.

“Is she going to be okay?” You questioned.

“We’re doing everything we can. A nurse will be by soon to take her temperature again.” The doctor walked away.

“I’m going to go find your dad. That way you two can have some privacy.” Your mom said pulling you into a hug.

“This is Nora.” You told Aaron as you ran your hand over her forehead, brushing her curls away from her face.

“She’s beautiful.” He complimented.

You sat in silence for a bit with him just watching Nora. You could tell part of him was itching to ask, but you also knew that Nora was a bit small for her age so he couldn’t be sure that she was his. This moment of avoidance was terminated the second the billing staff came in to get all of your information.

“Hey there, I wanted to confirm all of the info for billing. Do you have your driver’s license and insurance card?” The staff requested.

“Yes, here it is.” You passed her the card.

She filled in all of your information, clicking away on her keyboard while the rest of the room sat with a looming silence. You could feel the question coming. You had been an idiot to give Nora her father’s last name.

“Okay and can you confirm the patient’s name and date of birth for me?”

“Yes, it’s uh…Nora Leigh Hotchner. That’s H-O-T-C-H-N-E-R. Date of birth is 10/4/2019.” You could feel Aaron’s gaze burning into you.

“Alright, here are those cards back. Thank you.” She made her leave.

“Seriously?”

“Aaron, let me explain.”

“Not here.” He motioned toward Nora.

He swiftly made his way out of the room, and you were quick to follow. In noticing your parents, you signaled for them to sit with Nora as you practically chased after Aaron. He didn’t stop until he was in a private waiting room, it was only then that he turned to face you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? She’s mine? And what, you didn’t think to tell me…I don’t know, FOUR YEARS AGO?” Aaron was fuming.

A part of you understood his response, but another part of you was furious that he wasn’t allowing you to explain before flying off the handle.

“Don’t yell at me. If we’re going to do this, we will talk like adults. I will not sit here and allow you to berate me.” You held your ground.

“Okay.”

“I found out I was pregnant after I left for New York. And at that point Aaron, I was so devastated by our breakup, and I just didn’t think I could be around you. I know that’s not fair, but I had thought you and I were forever and then we’d just ended. I was going to tell you last week at dinner, but then we got called in. Aaron I am so sorry, and I know that doesn’t make up for the time you’ve lost, but I also need you to know that I did what I felt like I had to do.” You let your gaze fall to the floor in guilt.

“I understand. I’m not happy, but I get it.” He reached for your hand.

You accepted the gesture and furthered it by pulling him into an embrace. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head atop your own.

“I’ve told her about you.” You whispered.

“What?”

“I’ve told her about you. She’s seen pictures and heard stories. She knows you Aaron.”

He held you a little tighter and you nuzzled a little closer. After a few moments he suggested that you both get back to your girl. You both sat with her all night, letting your parents go home. At three in the morning, the night nurse gave you the good news, her fever had finally broken. The next day, Aaron drove the two of you home, leaving with a scheduled family day where you would introduce Jack and Nora. You had also discussed talking to the kids about their birthday party (since their birthday’s are only 3 days apart). With Jack turning seven and Nora turning 5 in a little more than a month, you wanted to plan something big for the two of them.

** One Month Later **

“Okay, the bounce house is set up and the petting zoo guy just arrived. Where should he set up?” Penelope asked.

“On the southeast side!” Dave hollered.

You were setting up the last of the hors d’oeuvres, while the members of both the CCU and BAU helped get Dave’s backyard set up for the kids birthday party. You were so incredibly grateful for this family you’d come to have.

“We’re here with cake!” Hestia announced.

“Hes! Selene! Hey guys, you can set that up on that round table over there.” You pointed.

Selene came over and gave you a hug, you snuck a snack into her hand and nodded over to your bag.

“My iPad is in there with the Twilight movies all downloaded. Dave has a sitting room down the hall to the right.” You winked at her.

“Thanks mom!” Selene said hugging you once more before heading off.

“Do you have another kid I don’t know about?” Aaron joked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Ha ha! No, Selene just calls me mom. We’ve both taken care of her since their mom passed, but it became an inside joke that I acted as the mom to Nora, Selene and Hestia.” You huffed a laugh.

“It’s true!” Hestia confirmed, before taking a case of juice boxes outside to the cooler.

“You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” Aaron murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Opposed to what?” You giggled.

“More kids.”

“Aaron! We only just got back together, and we are at our children’s birthday party! Behave yourself.” You hissed.

“I know, but this time around, I’m not letting you go. I plan on marrying you and I just want you to know that I’m open to more children, one day, when and if you’re ready.” He punctuates it with a kiss to your lips.

“Well, I’m open to it too. And whenever you ask, my answer is yes Aaron. You’ve proven to me that you’ve grown since we ended before and I can’t stand the thought of going without you again so, I’m in this, for as long as you’ll have me.” You kissed him once more before carrying a tray outside to the party.

Aaron smiled and grabbed his phone, opening it to check the status of his order. There on his screen was confirmation that your ring had been customized, made, sized, quality checked, and would be shipping out soon.

He couldn’t wait to spend forever with you.

[sykloni2]

I tried to list longer DP fancomics and comic series I was able to find. Description is included when I could find one written by the artist/author. If I am adding a note myself it's in the brackets below the description. These are not in any particular order except that crossovers are at the end of the list.

Please add links in the reblogs if you have more dp fancomics you know about -I'm sure this list is missing things! :D (Feel free to share recommendations for some one shot comics too, if you have favourites!)

Phantom in the mirror

[COMPLETED] by catesartsworks (tumblr)

After Danny loses everyone he loves, he is determined to seek out a ghost named Clockwork to reverse his fate.

(note: There is even pdf version available of this comic!)

Archetype

[COMPLETED] by Joe-the-Hoe (Deviantart)

Story set in AU where Phantom and Fenton are separate.

(warnings listed by the author: angst, death, violence, gore, psychological horror, some strong language)

Doppelgänger

[COMPLETED] by eirian (tumblr)/skiltaires (webtoon)

Doppelgänger is set in an AU where the Disasteroid never threatened Earth (see: Phantom Planet) and both Danny and Vlad’s half-ghost identities remained hidden. It takes place after Dan makes a return, seeking revenge on Danny for imprisoning him. Once defeated by the young Danny Phantom a second time, Dan finds himself spending many months under the Fentons’ careful watch, mellowing out as a result. However, after learning about an old foe’s return, Dan realizes his problems are far from gone.

A Matter of Time

by sarapsys (tumblr & AO3)

A look into who and what Clockwork was, is, and will become.

The Phantom Comic

Danny Phantom: Revived

by nomiinoveltii (tumblr)

by tsubaki94 (tumblr & webtoon)

Danny Fenton has returned to Amity Park after having spent years in Wisconsin at a boarding school and intends to have a typical high school life at Casper High. However the day Vlad Master comes to visit is also the day Danny’s fourteen-year-old life is turned on its head.

Danny Phantom AU Comic

by necrocoleum (tumblr 1&2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21)

Possible gritty Danny Phantom AU comic?

(note: Links between pages are broken, so I linked the pages separately.)

Divided

[COMPLETED] by coffeecakecafe (tumblr)

(note: This is the coffeecakecafe's comic from Ectober Week 2021, if that's the name you remember it by.)

Amity Thereafter

by ep-10 (tumblr)/ 阿佑EP (webtoon)

A Danny Phantom fan manhua.

Good Vlad AU

[COMPLETED] by mfdragon (tumblr)

No one knows AU comic

by pricklenettle (tumblr)

Sam and Tucker never became friends with Danny, so he’s learned to deal with the towns new residents and the ghost attacks alone.

Souls of Stardust

by CorinnetheAnime (tumblr & Deviantart)

(note: To my understanding the comic will be mainly on Deviantart, but you can read at least the first 6 pages also on tumblr.)

Ectober Night

by okkennymay (tumblr cover - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - chapter 2 cover - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31)

(note: Most of the links between pages 24 and 31 work, but I just gathered all of the links here since all of the earlier ones are broken.)

Danny Phantom: Recollection

by ghoulishautism (tumblr)

"Danny Phantom: Recollection" is a DP Fancomic anthology- loosely connected comics with the goal to reimagine Danny Phantom and its world. With a mix of popular fanon and personal headcanons, this comic aims to take DP places the original 2004 animated series couldn't.

(note: The website version of the blog is very easy to navigate!)

Lingering Spirits

by starlightshore (tumblr)

A Danny Phantom AU where Danny moves to Amity 2 years after the Portal Incident. Combo of Alicia Adoption (Farmboy AU) + Nobody Knows AU

Shared Cujostody AU

by duchi-nesten (tumblr)

Prison Ghost AU

by albinotopaz (tumblr)

After being trapped in Walker's prison for 16 years, Danny's friends get him out. But a lot has changed in that time.

Undercover AU

by artistfingers (tumblr & AO3)

Welcome to the Give Your Hidden Identities A Hidden Identity hijinks bonanza! a danny phantom no one knows AU featuring lots of silliness and maybe sometimes a little angst, focusing primarily on the newfound friendship between Phantom, Tucker, Sam… and Fenton. After a lonely year of ups and downs since becoming Phantom, Danny meets Sam and Tuck for the first time while stuck in ghost mode… trying, and failing, to fly under the radar.

DP Mechanic AU

by tatumsdrawing (tumblr)

This is an eventual Dash/Danny AU where Dash works part-time as a mechanic and Danny's car is going through it. Takes place their senior year of high school.

(note: mix of comic and fanfiction -both very good!)

The Amnesiac Ghost King

[COMPLETED] by ep-10 (tumblr)

Danny had no recollection of his past. It took him a year to adjust to his current state. He managed to find a few jobs and earned enough money to rent an apartment. As time passed, Danny's situation seemed to be getting better, that was, until the Guys In White came into his life.

Red Huntress

by sykloni (tumblr)

A comic that takes place right after Valerie has gotten her new suit.

(Fanning the Flames)

by starlightshore (tumblr)

My take on "Fanning the Flames!" While I like the OG episode, I wanted to take a different route on how it could go down, adding a focus on Ellie. (Danny's alternative timeline self)

(note: doesn't have a title so I put the episode title it's based on in brackets, I hope that's fine. This is a fun comic and I wanted to include it!)

Girl Out of Time

by lilianade-comics (tumblr)

Being set in the 1980s, Girl Out of Time is a prime opportunity for me to pay respects to the media of the decade. Dani's antagonist, the Extractor, is an homage to Terminator. I'm very fond of this AU because it fits so well within the boundaries of canon that I don't have to leap through many hoops to make things work. It cleanly replaces D-Stabilized as a sequel to Kindred Spirits, and I consider it a thematic successor to The Ultimate Enemy. Where Danny travels to the future for a second chance, Dani travels to the past.

(note: lilianade-comics has also a lot of other cheese melt comics and other AUs to check out.)

Ghost Hunter Family

by qianqiancandyjar (tumblr)

Secret Saturdays AU

The Fentons are supernatural investigators, ghost hunters as well as ecto-energy scientists. Danny and Jazz have been traveling all over the world with their parents to study all kinds of ghosts since they were born. Their goal was to keep the existence of ghosts in secret and protect humans from supernatural forces.

Phantom Frequency

by dannypocalipse (tumblr 1 - 1.1)

(note: I'm adding this immediately after I saw that this comic was going to continue! I will try to update the links if it gets a master post.)

Chess Piece

by neoyi -> preserved by chesspiecerehost (tumblr)

Chess Piece is a 2006 Danny Phantom AU fancomic made by Neo Yi. It was started sometime in 2006, and was discontinued around 2010. Eventually, the comic was deleted off of it’s former homes on DeviantArt and SmackJeeves, and was thought to be gone forever. …that is until I was going through an old flash drive, and found that I had saved the first five or so issues on it.

"Taking place during the The Roaring ‘20s, it stars Prince Daniel Masters, heir to the Water Kingdom of Dalv. After the events of the Great War, his father, the King Vlad has tried to preserve peace and alliance with the other nations. Unfortunately that’s interrupted by the aptly named Chaos Order who are on the search for the Seven Crystals that hold untold powers to those who utilize it. Along for the ride is Phantom, a mysterious denizen who wants Vlad for himself (whom he deems his “papa”) by creating a world of Nothingness. Naturally, Danny can’t have that. After all, if the world is destroyed, then how can he rule it?"

(note: Prologue and different issues are tagged on the blog so you don't have to scroll through the whole blog to find the beginning.)

--Next some crossover fancomics!--

DP x SCP Foundation

by alen-lotz (tumblr 0 - 1 - 2)

(note: no master post so I'm linking the parts this far separately)

Half Normie AU

by spookberry (tumblr & Tapas)

“Half Normie AU” is just a Monster High/Danny Phantom crossover AU that I’ve been working on, with a big focus on Werewolf Tucker AU and a bit of Savant Par as well.

DP x ROTTMNT

by chasingrabbits-art (tumblr)

Phantom Universe

by 56thingsart (tumblr)

DP x SU

You Smell Like Death

by endouyuu97 (tapas)

DP x Gravity Falls.

(note: You might see the old version of the comic floating around in tumblr reblogs, but since it seems to be deleted by OP I want to respect that and only link the revamped version in tapas.)

Cold Front

https://coldfront.thecomicseries.com/

DP x Gravity Falls

Heroes of Millennium

by drawnfamiliarfaces (tumblr)

Secret trio + others

Age accurate secret trio

by beccadrawsstuff (Tumblr)

(note: couldn't find a working link to the beginning so you may need to scroll through the blog to find where to start reading)

Secret Trio Webcomic

by secretriowebcomic (tumblr)

Secret Trio

by squishy-lombax (tumblr)

(doesn't have a title)

[COMPLETED] by builtintripping (tumblr)

Nictoons unite

Fear of forgetting and being forgotten.

United

by chovomony (tumblr)

Nictoons Unite

5-years later

by The Ink Tank LLC (webtoon)

DP x Ben 10 + others

A cross-dimensional accident forces ghost-fighting superhero Danny Phantom out of a five-year retirement when his old arch-nemesis, Vlad Plasmius, allies himself with Eon, a time-walker on an endless crusade across the multiverse. With the help of the alien shape-shifting space cop, Ben 10, the Heroes must find a way to stop this mastermind. In a story of Morality vs Power, 5 Years Later brings together universes for an epic conclusion that takes them to the next level.

[dark-and-kawaii]

You can ignore this if it’s not up to code for your blog but what about some Halsin in bear form smut. We all know he can’t always control it and he should be love no matter the shape

Summary: Halsin eats you like his personal honey pot.

Pairing: Halsin x F!Tav/Reader

Content: NSFW - Bear Halsin - Bear Halsin Eats You Out - Normal Halsin Makes An Appearance

Notes: So we are doing this huh? We are breaking this wall and writing for bear Halsin… Let’s do it anon. If I can write about ascended Raphael I can do this! Let’s go!

You let out a surprised gasp and dropped to the floor, your legs giving out from under you as Halsin buries his snout in your pussy. His long rough tongue sliding over your entrance, his bear snout wet against your sensitive clit, his hot breath fanning over your skin.

Halsin had always tried to control himself, always tried to withhold his desires, to keep his bear shape hidden away fearing how you would react… Which you won’t lie, it did frighten you due to just how large his bear shape was- and what if he lost control? But now, the way he's feasting on you, like you’re his personal honeycomb, you don’t mind. You know he will never harm you, how soft he was being, how careful his teeth were as they dragged along your skin. He was gentle and caring, and so far from being frightening like this.

Your hand finds the top of his fuzzy head, fingers carding through his fur, “Please, don't stop, Halsin-“ Your words were cut off by another gasp, your hips grinding into his face as his tongue entered you. You had no doubt that Halsin could taste how excited you were. His tongue was rough and long, filling you and moving within you, dragging across your walls. Wriggling and twisting within you, hitting spots that made you cry out and your legs shake. Silvanus, it was like you were a honey pot and he was lapping up all the nectar you had to offer.

You were a squirming, shaking mess as Halsin ate you out. He was merciless, his tongue working you and his claws digging into your thighs, holding you in place as you bucked against him.

Halsin let out a growl as your fingers found the tip of his ears, gently tugging on them, “H-Halsin- I-I-“ Your whole body felt like a string pulled taut, ready to snap at any second, “I- s’need- Oh, gods! M’Halsin, I-I- AHH!!~” Your back arches, your hands gripping his ears as he pushes his tongue in as far as it will go, and the coil snaps.

You let out a wail, your orgasm washing over you, the waves crashing over your body as you squirt over Halsin's tongue and snout. He lets out a pleased growl, his tongue slowly moving, letting you ride out your orgasm as he laps up the sweet juices that had spilled from you. You are a panting, shaking mess as Halsin pulls his tongue from you, you shiver and whimper as his tongue runs over your folds one last time, licking his chops as he looks up at you… A golden light covering his bear shape as he returns to his elven form.

You reach out, cupping his cheek, and pull him in for a kiss, the taste of your own juices on his lips, you can feel him smile against your lips. Halsin pulls away and looks down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face, a blush crossing his features, “Are you alright, my heart?” Halsin's voice was full of concern, his thick fingers finding the claw marks he had left behind, running his finger tips over them, making you moan slightly, thanking Oak Father he didn’t break skin, “I fear I lost control for a moment, and did not intend to harm you- I apologize if I frightened you-“

You shake your head and reach out to grab his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm, “I'm okay, I'm perfect,” you whisper, “I- I was scared at first, but once I realized that I knew you would never hurt me, that you would stop if I told you to, it made it- made it exciting- It was exhilarating, and you, gods- how fortunate am I to have such a man between my legs.”

Halsin lets out a soft laugh, pressing a kiss to your lips, a gentle smile gracing his features, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, his fingers stroking the back of your neck, “The fortune is all mine,” he whispers, his nose brushing against yours.

[bumpen-underbeds]

It really only happened by chance, a lie you had told to keep your family off your back, your neighbour was right there, and it was convenient to simply lie and say he was your partner. Only, why does your mother now think you're getting married?

I started this blog with the fox hybrid neighbour, and I thought it was time I did a little bit with him again. I always intended for him to be vaguely yandere in his actions, and now I am content with the little freak.

This does involve romantic entrapment and manipulation of perceived relationships. If you do not want to read about someone forcing the acceptance of an engagement and relationship, then this is not for you.

The week had dragged on and on, your parents having come to visit and see your new home in the big city, looking around and poking at this and that as they visited and then the dreaded questions began, mostly from your mother but still they were uncomfortable and pointed, when were you going to settle down with someone? Did you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend yet? When will you call them like you used to?

The questions would get dropped, and then a few hours later, she would ask again, using different words but still the same things over and over. So you did what anyone frustrated by their parents' endless questions would do, you lied, smiled and gritted your teeth as you told them you were seeing someone and they were meant to be a surprise for later in their visit, but you could introduce them early.

Getting your parents to stay seated was easy, but rushing out the door to your neighbour's house took a few moments, fumbling with the gate and knocking on his door rapidly, hoping that the fox was home and awake at this time of day was a gamble.

Smiling as he answers the door, looking just as he always did with his comfy aesthetic and soft ginger hair, giving him no time to understand what is going on, you snatch his hand and drag him towards your home, quickly filling him in at the door. Gripping him by the shoulders you whisper to him harshly, he is your boyfriend, it is a steady relationship, and he is happy to meet your parents.

Seeing him smile and nod fills you with an uneasy satisfaction; it was almost too easy to get him to play along.

The introduction to your parents goes well, your dad looks him up and down commenting on how he seems like a nice boy all while your mother gushes about how you had hidden such a stunning young man from them, twisting the story of how you really met into how you started seeing each other is easy and your neighbour is happy to nod along with his arm slung around your shoulders leaning against you as your parents just keep asking more and more questions.

By the time your parents had called it a day and were ready to leave, you were exhausted, waving at them from your door as they headed off to their hotel and dinner reservation. The entire thing is more of an interrogation than a simple fake introduction, closing the door as they drive away and collapsing against the wood with a deep sigh, looking at your neighbour and giving him a muffled 'thank you' as he makes himself at home on your couch.

The whole time, you had to play up the relationship with your neighbour, pressing kisses against his cheeks and playing with his ears gently, making a show of the ever-doting partner, and your neighbour returned it in equal measure, nuzzling against your cheek and wrapping his tail around your waist as he looked at you like a truly love drunk fool.

Your parents would come by one last time before they left again, trusting your neighbour with them as you made dinner and hopped this little meeting would save you more questions, after all, in a few weeks you could call you mom and fake a little crying as you say it didn't work out or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

In the time you took to make dinner, your dear neighbour had managed to get your mother's number and even an ad on their social media, all while claiming he simply needed to have a connection with his partner's family.

Your fake relationship spiralled from there, and it all happened behind your back.

Your neighbour was having text conversations and phone calls with your parents, spinning tales of plans and aspirations that had your mother swooning over how sweet the boy you were seeing was. Sending her pictures of him over at your house, the nights you two watched movies and hung out were 'date nights' now, and the habit he has of invading your home to sleep on your couch/in your bed is proof that you two are getting deeply serious to them.

Not to mention the pictures he had taken of the two of you, having snuck into your bed to snap some here and there of you sleeping on his chest, all discreetly sent out as proof that you and he were really together.

By the time you had managed to call your mother and were ready to play up a fake break-up, it had been three months of unknowing angling and set up by your 'sweet fox' neighbour that meant as you held the phone to your ear waiting for the line to connect as you unlocked your front door you were far from expecting to see your parents again let alone with your neighbour.

Hanging up the still ringing call, you step into the living room and, with genuine confusion, ask what's going on.

A proposal, a ring being slipped onto your finger as your mother cries and hugs you, gushing about how your now fiancé had been planning this and they just had to be here for the big moment, looking at your neighbour and 'fake' partner he simply smiles, holding the hand with the ring on it as his tail flicks behind him with contentment written all over him. It was all so fast, so sudden, and there was so much going on that you were swept up in the rush of it, your mother talking about how beautiful you would look and how a spring wedding would be best for everyone.

As you flounder with your mother, the sly fox slinks off with your father to talk about something or other, leaving you with your mother and her phone in your face, the texts between her and him on the screen, the plans in writing, the photos of the two fo you, the picture he had painted without youinowing now fully formed before your eyes.

In shock is a gentle term for how you are as your parents stay for dinner and practically shove you and your neighbour out the door of your home and towards his, promising to take good care of your house for the night and that 'you two should celebrate the good times!' as they close and lock your door. You look towards your now (unwillingly) new fiancé as he gently rubs the tips of his clawed fingers across the back of your hand, weaving your stiff fingers with his own as he leads you towards his home, looking every bit the predator you forgot he was mixed with.

"Don't worry, my family already love you as much as yours loves me..." From anyone else, that would be comforting, but seeing the moon glint of yellow eyes and feeling the sharp prick of laws on your plan as your guided towards his door, it feels more like a damning sentence.

[phantomstatistician]

Important announcement: the future of phantom statistician

Hi everyone! I'm just going to cut right to the chase. I have some good news and bad news to share. Let's start with the bad.

Bad news: As a federal employee, I will be required to return to the office 5 days a week starting March 17. This means that if I want to keep up with this blog, I'll have to devote my free time after work to doing so. Unfortunately, that is not how I'd like to spend my free time. What does this mean? I will be stepping away from this blog as soon as my queue of requests has run out. I will not be opening requests again. You all can go ahead and thank President Musk for this. I'm really sorry to let you all down.

Good news: Even without the return-to-the-office mandate, I had already made the decision to step away from Tumblr starting around August 2025 because... I am pregnant! Yes, my wonderful husband and I are having a baby. We are absolutely thrilled. With the arrival of the baby, it would not have been possible for me to maintain this blog anyway. I'm just going to be stopping a little earlier than intended.

I'd like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for following me and supporting me <3 Your engagement has meant the world to me. Some of you have sent me the most kind, encouraging messages, all of which I've taken to heart. I've been making charts for you all since 2017. It's been a good, long run, and it's been an honor to serve you for all these years. I'm excited to start the next chapter in my life. I wish you all the very best.

Much love, Phantom Statistician

To support the baby fund: Kofi <3

[dollgxtz]

My first and only statement on all the accusations

Hello, I’m sure most of you are aware of the accusations about me and some of the stories I posted on my account. This post is not only an apology post, but an accountability post that details everything that happened from beginning to end. Everything will be here, so I will not be making more posts about this unless it’s to direct to this one.

Adding a tw now for suicide baiting, death threats and mentions of razors. So sorry but it must be included.

First I just wanted to say, no I wasn’t avoiding any of this. When this all started I was still in the middle of finals week, and I don’t live on tumblr 24/7. I had to focus on my finals to ensure I can get my degree and graduate. That was my number one priority. If anyone was blocked or comments were restricted during that time, it was my mostly my irl friend ensuring I wasn’t consumed by tumblr and could focus on my finals. I was already under a lot of stress and she offered to take over until I was finished with finals.

I was also getting death threats (people telling me to skin myself I alive and to jump). So she was ensuring that when I returned to my own blog, I would not see such triggering content. I have a history with suicide attempts and this was necessary for my mental health. The appropriate people were unblocked and remain unblocked to this day.

I always intended to make a statement, I just prioritized my real life first. It also took time to craft the post you are seeing now. I wanted it to be authentic, no misinformation, and well written.

So, as far as plagiarism goes, yes I did plagiarize specifically 3 of zombiekillerbiceps stories. I can’t actually remember the names of them and the author has removed their account from the site. But on my end specifically “Getting Closer”, “Edge of Control” and “Thrills” were not my own writing. Before they deleted their account I had already reached out via dm and apologized. We came to an understanding. I do not know why they deleted their account but they essentially said in DMs they accepted my apology and wanted to put this behind us but they were very hurt that I had copied them.

Edit: I found the post they made calling me out and will attach it.

As far as His Watchful Eye goes, the only plagiarism that took place was specifically the first chapter of it and only the first chapter. The first chapter of Something Permanent and His Watchful Eye are very similar. The remaining 13 chapters are my own writing and ideas. I have already reached out to @explorevenus and apologized. She has responded and made her own statement regarding it if you want to go and read it.

The only reason it was in anon is because this account (dollgxtz) is my side blog. I couldn’t figure out how to send a non anonymous message without exposing my main blog, so anon was the best thing. I didn’t want people sending death threats too that one too. I should’ve put my username in the anon, but it was already very late for me and I hadn’t slept in about 26 hours. I just wasn’t thinking very clearly and for that Venus I am also very sorry.

@manika-whims (the person that first wrote about all this) will remain blocked and some of her followers because I do suspect it was that group of people telling me to die. Manika wrote a very long post as she was upset that I “mischaracterized” Xavier in His Watchful Eye, called me a bitch and a loser because of a fictional man in a fictional story, and I will not entertain such immaturity. Full stop.

One of the anons that sent the suicide bait also called me a bitch and a waste of space. It was just too similar.

I also got this one. It’s too graphic to show the entirety of it.

I apologize for the plagiarism. But I will never apologize for writing characters the way I do or for writing dark content. It’s just not that serious. After she posted that I started getting these death threats and more.

You had every right to call me out for plagiarism Manika, but I stand my decision to keep you blocked. It had nothing to do with plagiarism accusations or me hiding from them, but I do believe you egged on your audience to come attack me over a fictional story and for that reason you will never be unblocked. I’ve attached screenshots below of the entire exchange. This is not to deflect from my own actions. This is simply to explain why she is blocked. She will say it’s because I was trying to hide from this but that is not true. I am just very sure the death threats came from her or her audience. This isn’t to say that she absolutely did but just in case, for my own mental health and safety I had to have them blocked.

Now that that’s discussed, I would like to address my readers and any future readers of mine. The plagiarized stories “Getting Closer” “Thrills” and “Edge of Control”. have been deleted and will remain deleted. Those of you asking for copies, please do not. They are not my writing nor my own works. Any remaining single work story on my blog is my own work and 100 percent my own ideas. My masterlist has been updated to reflect this as well.

When I first made my blog and posted those stories, I was a very insecure writer. I did not think I was truly capable of writing or making a good story. I did those things out of insecurity and not feeling good enough. But as time went on, I began to create my own stories and realize that I can write if I put my mind to it. These are not excuses, only explanations. Nothing excuses my behavior.

If you want to defend me, that is your own choice. I ask that you do not though in terms of plagiarism because I ultimately did plagiarize and that is 100 percent wrong of me to do. But in terms of AI usage accusations, these are not true. I have never and never will use AI to write.

I have spent countless hours writing chapters for His Watchful Eye, pulled all nighters, and even lost sleep making this story. I have timestamps in google docs that show me editing and writing my own story. I didn’t even know AI had advanced to the point that you can write fully blown novels. But make no mistake, Ai checkers are not reliable. I had an incident in my first year of college where a paper I wrote got flagged for 77 percent ai generated content. That paper was written 100 percent by me over countless hours and still got flagged. It was a very scary time in my life and for that reason alone I will never use AI.

If you want to unfollow me, please do so. If you want to block me, please do so. I would never hold that against anyone and am not mad at anyone for doing so. Just don’t come in my anon box telling me to jump, don’t message me rude or disgusting messages telling me to die. I am a human, I am a real person behind the screen. What I did was wrong but you are no better telling someone to kill themselves. Please just block me.

All in all thanks for reading. If you unfollow, thanks for being here. If you don’t, thanks for being here. If you want to be removed from any taglists, please just message me. You will not be blocked. Just removed from any future taglists! I have vowed to only post 100 percent of my own content from here on out, so if you stay I can promise you will only be reading my own work.

I am no longer the insecure writer that I once was, I now know my abilities and am confident enough to make my own stories. I have a 240,000 word fic out right now, I genuinely am still shocked I have done that. Writing has become a joy for me and I will not stop now. I should’ve never been afraid to make mistakes or be bad at it. I’m sorry to the people I hurt, my readers, and anyone reading this in the future. I am still growing and learning from my mistakes, and this has been the biggest lesson I will never forget.

Plagiarism is wrong and hurts authors. If you are reading this and have done so as well, please rethink your decisions and take them down, just as I have done.

I love interacting with you all, when you send me asks and messages about HWE or any of my original single fics. It is amazing getting to explain stuff or gush with you guys over the things that I have truly written. I truly love being an author and want my future as one to be honest and communicative.

The comments on this will be monitored, but not restricted. Voicing your thoughts is okay as long as they are respectful and not a direct threat to me or anyone’s life. Questions are okay as well and I will answer to the best of my ability. Please no:

insulting me or any of the people mentioned in this post (manika, venus, zombie, etc)

death threats or suicide baiting anyone

I want this to be a mature and honest discussion, and that can’t happen if I allow such comments. Despite what has been said about or to me, I do not want to replicate any insults/drama on my own blog. You can voice your displeasure or opinions without name calling.

Same goes for any messages or anon box messages you all may send to anyone involved here. We are all real people with feelings. Keep that in mind please before you message anyone.

We all make mistakes. Without mistakes, we cannot grow as people. It’s what we do after we make those mistakes that truly attest to our character. And this is what I’ve chosen to do. Lay it all out for my readers and the rest of the LADS fandom to see, apologize to the people I hurt and only write my own stories from here on out. Thank you to the readers and friends who approached me with kindness and encouraged me to keep writing authentically. And thank you all for reading, I wish all of you the best in life 🤍

-Umi ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Edit: The first chapter of His Watchful Eye had been rewritten shortly after this statement was released. It now reflects my own writing. That was the only chapter that had ever been plagiarized. All other chapters reflect my own writing and ideas, now including chapter one.

Just putting this here to clear up accusations in the reblogs. I never claimed that either author was okay with me plagiarizing off them…I simply apologized and linked to Venus’s original statement. I stated Zombie accepted my apology, but was never okay with the plagiarism. Venus never accepted my apology, and that’s okay. I even told her I understood and that I didn’t expect her to. I’ve never expected anyone to be okay with what I did. I did everything I could to remedy the situation and that was it.

I apologized, deleted the stories, made a statement and reworked what I needed to. Everyone’s feelings on this are still 100 percent valid, and it’s totally okay to still be mad at me for this. I never expect Venus or Zombie to ever truly forgive me. However, let’s not spread misinformation. Reblogs are off from this point on to prevent the spread of misinformation. If you want to further discuss, you’re welcome to make your own posts. Thank you. ☺️