#bc his bf only fucks him when it rains

[firstkanaphans]

Some Japanese bls I'd recommend are naked dining, his (the series and the movie), my personal weatherman, the end of the world with you, and I can give you some more if you want! Most of these are a bit more serious and less comedy so maybe you'll like them! :)

Thank you so much!! I’ll definitely add them to my watch list. My Personal Weatherman has actually been on there for a while because I find the gifs…intriguing, but I haven’t gotten around to actually starting it. I’ll let know what I think when i do!!

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: douma & akaza as boyfriends

characters: fem!reader x douma, akaza

warnings: implied death, nsfw themes (no actual smut)

DOUMA

god he’s so fine for what

first off douma has trouble understanding human emotions

and dawg prefers to eat women

so the fact that y’all are dating??

ur special fr fr

you are so spoiled

douma = sugar daddy

u have one of his followers from his cult following u around and taking care of any and everything that u want

u mention seeing something in a store that u liked?

douma will have it before the end of the day

you’re like a little doll to him

he enjoys dressing you up in the cutest outfits, experimenting with different hairstyles, and playing with your makeup

teases the hell outta u

he thinks your reactions are amusing

especially when u do that cute little pout

or the puppy dog eyes

and don’t even get me started on when he makes u upset

he LOVES that shit

he always makes it up to you tho

but let a member of his cult tease you? or make u upset??

there will be hell to pay

he’ll take their head clean off their shoulders right then and there

won’t even bat an eye

so touchy

glued to u

ur sitting in his lap during cult meetings

he’s holding ur hand

he’s got an arm thrown around ur shoulders

he’s running his nails up and down ur arms so he can watch u shiver and get goosebumps

ur mad at him? maybe yelling at him abt something?

not anymore

he’s got his hands on ur face and he’s squishing ur cheeks so u can’t talk

thinks ur expressions are adorable

now douma sounds like a great boyfriend so far

but this man is MEAN

low key only keeps u around because u entertain him

i mean he’s been alive for so long and experienced so much

mans gets bored

BUT!!

if yalls relationship miraculously progresses past this

he’s turning u into a demon

that way u can stay with him forever

and he’ll never get bored of u

how could he when ur the first person to actually make him understand emotions?

especially an emotion as complex as love <3

but his true nature

comes out in the bedroom

dawg is EVIL

100% will make u cry

humiliation!!!

he’s a biter

ofc he is

idk somethin abt seeing his marks on you rly gets him goin

biting down just enough to leave a mark but not to break skin

yeah

id let him step on me

AKAZA

best boyfriend ever

no harm will ever come to u

protective asf

ur nocturnal at this point

bc ain’t no way ur leaving the house without akaza

so u gotta wait til it’s nighttime so he can come with u wherever ur going

such a gentleman ong

he’s holding ur hand to make sure u don’t get separated in crowds

or he has a hand on the small of ur back to guide u while u walk

he’s pulling ur chair out for u to sit down

he’s holding doors open for u

brings u flowers all the time

instead of looking for that blue spider lily for Muzan?

he’s picking u a bouquet of wildflowers

gonna get his ass kicked for that by muzan but oh well

100% the bf that’ll slow dance w u in the rain

with no music

ugh he’s such a romantic

god he loves u so much

and he makes sure u know it

words of affirmation!! all the time!!!

now

he’s a sweetie

but y’all ever heard that one phrase

and it’s like

gentleman in the streets freak in the sheets?

mhm that’s him

dude strong as fuck

and his STAMINA?

babe u are worn out

so many rounds

so many positions

u can’t keep up

ain’t no way i’m sorry

but the aftercare is on point

when he’s done puttin u through the ringer

he’s drawing u a bath

and making sure u drink some water cause u lost a fuck ton of bodily fluids i’m sorry

gross

cuddle bug!!

and the pillow talk!!

he’s the best

i love him sm

[tryingtofindava]

eyeless jack dating headcanons pls :)

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to source

He broke into your apartment with the intentions of harvesting your organs.

When he held the scalpel to your hip, and you began to stir awake. Mf froze.

Oh shit.

“What the fuck?”

Now bro only kills to eat, and when he does, he make sure it’s as painless for the victim as possible (unless he’s in a frenzy).

And That so called victim being awake? That just makes it 100x harder to get the task done.

And when you wake up to see a 6’6 man with an oddly terrifying blue mask holding a scalpel to your hip?

You (rightfully) freak tf out.

He’s not a sadist like some ppl… (cough Jeff Cough) So he probably awkwardly retreated back out to your window.

Anywayssss.

To the actual dating headcanons now.

You guys probably had a longgggggg ass slow burn. (not the only thing that’s long…)

The two of you definitely acted like a couple, before you were ACTUALLY a couple iykwim.

You find it so cool that your bfs a demon. He doesn’t really understand your excitement about it, since it’s literally a curse for him.

This boy is a walking furnace, he’s so cozy. So lots of winter cuddle sessions. Also perfect for when you on your period.

He purrs in his sleep. You can’t change my mind. You guys be cuddling on the couch all cute n’ shit and then there’s this soft buzzing sound… You crack open your eyes to look at him. His head on your lap as he naps.

“Babe… Are you purring?”

You asked with the biggest grin ever.

“…No.”

He likes when you read to him, he struggles to see (ik ik, he’s eyeless n shit, but I like to think he can still see, it’s js rlly rlly blurry or he has that heat vision where he can see body temps.) So when you can’t read to him, he just listens to audio books.

He’s a gentle giant towards you, y’all literally so cute. AND A GENTLEMAN🤭 he’s the whole damn package (minus the whole… cannibal eating ppl thing.)

He has animalistic like senses. So he can hear, and smell very well. So he can smell when you change your perfume or shampoo.

Imagine him leaning down to hug you (since you’re prob shorter than this tall ahh mf, nah seriously use the Hikaku sitatter site) and his face is buried in the crook of your neck. He’ll say shit like-

“Did you change you’re perfume to Miss Dior Eau De Parfum 30ml?”

“Wha-“

When he started getting comfortable taking his mask off around you, everytime he does you call him ‘Pretty boy’ 🤭.

HE WILL FOLD. Partially bcs he likes getting praised. Partially bcs he’s not a fan of the whole demon look.

His morning voice is literally so sexy help. Frothing at the mouth, on my knees barking.

Yk when you have like a sore head, and then you ask Google what’s up and Google’s all like ‘lol bitch you’re gonna die.’ You ask him about it obviously freaked out and he had to reassure your fine.

Walks in the rain at like 4am.

Every time he sees you, he’ll give you a quick forehead kiss.

Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, I’m begging you. On my knees and begging for you to not look inside his mini fridge he has sitting in your storage room. Thank u.

He’s got some pretty gnarly things in there. Just be thankful he has the decency to not cross contaminate that shit with your food.

You guys slow dance in the kitchen to Mitski. He spins you around and all that cute shit.

He’s overprotective of you, and when you do get him to come out in public with you, he will growl at anyone that gets a little too close for his likings.

Wearing his hoodie<3. It just makes his dead heart happy.

SASSY MAN APOCALYPSE‼️💯💥

He may seem all quiet and sweet. But he’s sassy af. This. Dude. Has. Attitude.

When you’re telling him to do something in a tone, he’ll mouth you’re words with his hands.

When you guys are cuddling in your bed at night, he’ll randomly nibble on your neck to shoulder. He has sharp ass teeth so it’s a bit nippy, but he makes sure to be extra careful to not draw blood.

He smothers you when you’re under the weather. He’s literally so sweet omfg.

When you guys argue which is like 10% of the time, it takes awhile for him to get agitated. But even when he does he will NEVER raise his hands to you. Other than that he keeps calm.

He will though, get a bit mean, he probably doesn’t mean what he says it’s just a defence mechanism.

He makes it up to you with a cute little gift basket (he stole it.)

Y’all have probably kissed, and he still had the taste of blood in his mouth from eating someone’s kidneys<3

He can’t steal your organs but he can deffo rearrange them ;)

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

[ichorai]

get better ; hobie brown.

track nine of BROKEN MACHINE.

pairing ; hobie brown x spider!cottagecore!reader (gender neutral)

synopsis ; electric guitars and strawberries, leather jackets and quilted skirts, city spiders and cottage spiders. the two of you were perfect for each other.

words ; 5.5k

themes ; fluff, mild angst & action, established relationship (dating)

warnings / includes ; mentions of death, a nightmare/mild panic attack, reader is a mutant on top of being a spider (has the ability to conjure flowers), reader's universe is basically cottagecore universe, pav is there even tho he shouldn't be bcs i wanted to include him, hobie is an amazing bf and affectionately calls reader 'cheeky' :( and a little charles xavier mention bcs <3 the x-men are everything to me

main masterlist.

London was a cold, dreary place. You didn’t belong there, no, sticking out like a sore thumb from the cold, harsh corners of buildings that grazed the clouds and the damp, narrow streets. But you were there anyway, almost as often as you spent time in your own quaint universe, where York was nothing but homey cottages and endless green fields of flowers, strawberries, and farmer’s markets.

You were there for your boyfriend, who cared for the people of the city enough to criticize its leaders—a feat the large portion of the country couldn’t be bothered doing.

Today was a long day of protesting. Inhumane laws were being passed, the government was in shambles, and the PM was a fucking joke. You wanted to be there for him and show him support—it wasn’t your universe, sure, but it was important to you, anyway. Nobody deserved to live in fear of tomorrow.

The two of you made your way back up into Hobie’s dingy little apartment when the sky began to grey with gloomy clouds and cold rain dribbled down dirty rooftops. Hobie slammed the door behind him, the faded Sex Pistols poster loosely tacked on the back warbling with the sudden movement. In turn, you made a bee-line for his bed on the opposite side of the room—really, Hobie’s apartment was just a narrow rectangle, with a cramped bed in one corner, a beaten-up green sofa in another, and the kitchen furthest away from the door. There was another door by the other end that led to the bathroom with cracked mirrors. All the walls were covered with art, posters, random memorabilia, and stickers. 

It was a claustrophobe’s nightmare, but it was home to Hobie, which made it your home, as well.

You moaned with relief when you laid down on his thick comforter, shutting your eyes for a moment. Still leaning against the door, Hobie watched you eagle-spread over his bed with a small, amused smile. 

He could never get over how funny you looked, surrounded by dark colors and ripped clothes and filthy artwork, when you yourself were the exact opposite—all soft hues and gentle nature and sunshine. Hobie loved that about you. How you were unabashedly so lovely no matter where you were, or what you were doing.

“You falling asleep on me, Cheeky?” he asked, voice lilting with the affectionate pet name, languidly striding over to sit onto the mattress beside you. The bed creaked with protest under the additional weight.

“Mhm,��� you hummed in reply, turning your head so you could offer him a tired grin. “Rain always gets me sleepy.”

The silver of his piercings glinted with what little light streamed through his window. “Take a nap, then, yeah? I’ll wake you up for dinner.” 

With your final murmur of thanks, Hobie dipped down to sweep the hair away from your face, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead, before standing back up to go fix himself a snack. 

Hours later, when you had only begun to twitch with the beginnings of a nightmare, Hobie had gently shaken you awake, beaming at the way your nose wrinkled and your heavy eyes fluttered open to meet his bright ones. 

“Rise and shine,” he greeted, smoothing out the creases of the shirt you were wearing. “Well, it’s not really shinin’ out there, innit? Rise and gloom.” 

A steaming cup of peppermint tea was pushed into your hands. You didn’t even have to taste it to know that he’d added just the right amount of sugar for you. “Thanks, Hobie,” you mumbled, craning your neck to kiss his cheek.

“Got you somethin’ from the chippie—it’s in the microwave whenever you want it.”

Still groggy, you loosely wound your arms around his neck to tug him into a warm embrace, careful not to spill any of the tea. Half of your body was slung over his legs, the other hanging off the bed. Without hesitation, Hobie’s long arms came around to pull you tighter against him, hugging you close. 

“Argh, you’re just too good to me,” you whispered, clutching him tight. “How much was the food?”

“Ah, ah,” he said, pulling away to click his tongue and shake his head. “Don’t worry about it. My shitty universe, my shitty quid.”

With an affectionate roll of your eyes, you pulled away from him. “Alright, well, next time we’re at my place, I’m treating you.”

“Would expect nothing less, Cheeky.”

The two of you shared the microwaved dinner from the chippie together, the large fries nearly burning your tongue and the fish drenched in far too much vinegar for your taste, but the two of you ate it happily regardless. 

After the food was cleaned out, you curled up into Hobie’s sofa—which smelled just like the mango perfume you had given to him for his birthday—and brandished the sewing kit you had kept here, hidden beneath the cushions. Your boyfriend took a seat beside you, his guitar situated over his lap and a dull pocket knife gripped in his hand. He took to engraving his initials against its side (and planned on engraving yours right next to it), as you pulled his leather vest closer, stitching one of the patches that had come loose back on. 

A comfortable silence stretched over the both of you, like a warm blanket draped over your shoulders. It was only broken by Hobie’s disjointed humming to a song you couldn’t recognize, and the soft pattering of rain outside. 

Once he was done with the ‘B’ of his last name, he peered over your shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the base of your neck. “How’s it coming?”

You turned with a sweet smile, one that made Hobie’s chest warm. To him, you were the literal embodiment of sunshine. “All fixed,” you chirped, nudging him slightly. “How’s the guitar?”

“Good as ever. D’you mind if I put your name next to mine?”

Your eyes shone. “Go ahead,” you replied, before reaching down to fish something out of your pocket. “Oh, I totally forgot—I embroidered this for you! Made it from my own synthesized silk ‘n everything.”

It was another patch, about half the size of his palm, depicting a bright red strawberry sitting against an equally vibrant yellow backdrop. A genuine smile flickered over Hobie’s countenance. 

“Oh, this is wicked, Y/N! Looks fuckin’ fab,” he exclaimed, leaning closer to inspect all the tiny details. Somehow, his beam grew wider. Hobie situated the patch over an empty spot on his vest. “Could you sew it here?”

You nodded whilst humming an affirmative. A rush of heat pulsed over your face when Hobie leaned down to kiss your cheek, pulling back with an obnoxious mwah. 

“You’re a talent, you know that? Thank you.”

It was a few minutes later when you showed him his vest—finally ready and decked out with a multitude of both new and fixed patches. In turn, he showed you your name etched right next to his. Overwhelmed by just how much you loved your boyfriend, every single bit of his punk, anarchist self, you threw yourself into his open arms, hugging him tight. A flower appeared behind his ear, and he pinched it between two fingers, pulling it away to inspect its small white petals and smooth green stem. With a hum, Hobie pushed it back onto his ear and returned your embrace.

A week later, you and Hobie were at another underground music concert, filled to the brim with punk rock enthusiasts and anarchists of the very same ilk as him. Seeing as he was the last gig to play, the night ended with an elongated guitar riff, and Hobie’s fist thrusting high up as the final notes crashed against the cheering crowd. It wasn’t long before he was hopping off the rickety stage, immediately greeted with your wide smile and more tiny flowers blooming within the moist cracks of the sidewalk by your feet. 

“You did amazing!” you exclaimed, bouncing on the heels of your feet excitedly. “Argh, I’m so proud of you! When you did that thing—with that guitar—and then you just—AH! I loved it, Hobie!”

Your boyfriend slung an arm over your shoulders, briefly pressing his nose against your hairline. “Thanks, Cheeky.” He glanced at the large box you were holding. “What’s all this now?”

“Merchandise,” you chirped with bright eyes. “Made it all myself back in my universe. Free of charge, of course. Everyone deserves to enjoy art without worrying about its price.”

Hobie swore he fell in love with you just a smidge more right then and there.

With nimble fingers, he plucked a bundle out of the box, unfurling it to reveal a dark black t-shirt with a messy crimson scrawl of ANARCHY! across the chest. To his fond delight, there was a little flower drawn just beneath the large text. A touch of him, and a touch of you.

Not waiting another second, Hobie slipped the shirt over his head, one of his piercings momentarily snagging against the collar. You were quick to shift the box onto one arm so you could help him safely tug the shirt down without ripping his earlobe into two. 

After murmuring his thanks, Hobie cupped his palms over his hands to yell, “Oi, you lot! Come ‘round here for free shirts! Made by the loveliest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing!”

The two of you stayed at the venue until all your shirts were given away, and even then there were a few stragglers left, disappointed they hadn’t gotten anything.

“Come to Hobie’s next gig, I’ll bring some more things by then,” you reassured them with a kind smile. 

After another series of goodbyes, Hobie finally pulled you out of the dingy venue, his hand curled over your upper back and your arm wrapped around his hips. 

Hobie was a true artist. Everything he touched, he could turn into something of beauty, something raw and pure and breathtaking. When you had vocalized such thoughts to him, he smirked, loose and humored. 

“Don’t like labels,” he said, gaze fixed on his guitar and the uncapped marker he was using to draw just beneath the strings. “You sure you’re not biased?”

“Not at all,” you hummed in reply, leaning against him. The two of you were in your universe, laying spread over a checkered blanket on a vast field not too far from your little cottage. The grass was greener than what Hobie had back home, and the air was clearer and lighter than anything he’d ever breathed before. Somehow, the breeze that whistled between the two of you smelled of strawberries and peaches—or maybe that was your perfume. Hobie couldn’t get enough of it, either way. Your universe was beautiful—nearly as beautiful as you were. 

Whilst he was concentrating on his scribbled drawings, you were tinkering with one of your web shooters—a series of miniscule gadgets with brown fixings to wrap around your wrist. Once you clicked it back into place, you jutted it out to Hobie, the round capsules hovering only inches beneath his nose.

He laughed, gently pulling your hand away so he wouldn’t go cross-eyed. “You make these yourself?”

“Synthesized them with all natural ingredients. Took a lot of trial-and-error, but I think I’ve finally perfected the colored formula,” you said, pressing down with both your middle and index finger, showing him how the webs shot out so far he couldn’t even see where it disappeared within the swishing blades of grass.

Arching a brow, he echoed, “Colored formula?”

You grinned. “Take a look. I made them green! I think it’s much prettier than plain ol’ white,” you said.

“Green spider webs, huh? You really are something else,” he surmised with a half-chuckle, half-snort, a goofy smile to his lips. Your excitement was beginning to rub off on him, so he took your hands again, admiring your craftsmanship. “These are so fucking cool.”

“I could make you colored webs, too—whatever color you want!” You perked up with the idea, smiling brighter than the golden sun hanging sweetly in the soft pink sky (the skies were pink during the day in your universe, it was trippy as hell). Little flowers bloomed around you, a few appearing in the surrounding grass, some popping into his hair, others materializing on your flowing blouse.

Flustered, you reached over to pluck out the flowers in his hair, murmuring a quiet apology. 

“Nah, it’s cute,” he reassured you, shooting you a curious look. “So—does your universe have others that are also called ‘mutants’ or is it just you?”

“There’s not a lot of us,” you admitted. “It was scary, at first. I was completely… normal until I hit thirteen years old—all of a sudden, flowers started blooming everywhere and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t control it and it only grew worse the more scared I got. A man named Charles Xavier took me under his wing at his school for gifted students—well, that’s just a code word for mutants—and he helped me train to control it. Obviously… not well enough—flowers still sprout when I feel strong emotions.”

Hobie’s nose wrinkled. “My fault. You like me a bit too much, Cheeky.”

With a playful shove, you huffed out a tinkering laugh. “Anyways, while I was at the school, there was a student with the ability to turn objects radioactive. Highly dangerous, and he could’ve been used as a weapon of war if in the wrong hands. One day, he was just fucking around and… he accidentally turned a spider radioactive. He didn’t tell anyone because he was scared he was going to get in trouble. Lo and behold, it got loose, and the next day, it bit me while I was out on a walk. So not only was I a mutant, I became a Spider, as well. I trained with my newfound powers every day in the Danger Room. I graduated top of nearly all my classes. And not too long after, Miguel came popping out of nowhere—the look on his face when flowers started appearing all over his suit was hilarious.” You chuckled lightly, leaning your head against Hobie’s shoulder. “Your powers are much cooler, though. I wish I had electric abilities.”

The marker in Hobie’s hand was quickly capped, and put to the side so he could raise it to stroke the back of your head. “Flower power is cool as fuck, what are you on about?”

You smiled. Another flower, a fragile pink thing, blossomed onto his lap. Hobie barked out a roguish laugh.

“I love you,” you hummed. 

“Love you back, Cheeky.”

Nueva York was the exact antithesis to your world. Everything was new and modern and cutting-edge, heavy on minimalism and plain white canvases of nothing. It lacked art and humanity and just… life, in general. You didn’t really enjoy coming to this universe—the only reason you did was to help out with anomalies whenever you were needed. Though you didn’t quite agree with Miguel’s canon theory (it was messy and evidently didn’t apply to every Spider), you had to agree that villains running amok in rogue universes was no good for anyone. You had personal experience with the matter when a glitching Mysterio came tumbling through a farmer’s market in your universe, baskets of fruit flying every which way and bouquets trampled beneath his descent. 

Today, however, you were called in because of your boyfriend. His hologram had appeared over your wrist, offering you a loose smile and a two-fingered salute.

“Hey, Hobie,” you greeted, pausing your baking and brushing errant strands of your hair away with flour-covered hands. “What’s going on?”

“I’m at HQ. Heading over to see Miguel. D’you mind coming, if you’re not too busy?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you said, heading over to the wash basin to rinse off your hands. “Is everything okay?”

The hologram of Hobie hummed, warbling as you rushed to change out of your clothes and into your suit—a white top with beige and green accents, webbing into a spiral around an embroidered collection of flowers on your chest shaped into a spider. Your boyfriend lowered his voice to say, “The original is here.”

“Original?”

“The first anomaly.”

“Oh,” you said, eyes widening a fraction. Oh. 

Hobie pursed his lips. Though he was doing well to hide it, you could see the buried worry behind his dark irises. The both of you were well aware that Miguel wouldn’t take this lightly. “Yeah. You’ll be here?”

“I’ll be there. See you in a minute, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll be waiting by the Spider-burger place. Love ya, Cheeky.” With that, he flickered out of view. You blew out a breath, snagged a bag from your room, and pressed a few buttons on your watch. A glowing orange portal opened by your kitchen door. You stepped through, and a tunnel, an elevator, and a hall later, you found yourself at the heart of Spider Society.

Hundreds of Spidermen, Spiderwomen, and Arachnids alike were passing by, chattering aimlessly, or rushing to wrangle their anomalies to the Go-Home Machine. After weaving through the crowd, you made your way to the McSpiders booth, where they sold the most delicious burgers, but you didn’t think you had time for that today. 

Hobie was waiting at one of the tables, Pav glued to his side, and Gwen on the other. 

Your boyfriend waved, shooting you a wink just as Pavitr shot up, dashing forward to envelop you in a tight hug. 

“It’s been so long!” the younger Spider exclaimed. “How’ve you been? How are you?”

“I’m good, Pav,” you warmly replied, patting his back affectionately. Then, you waved to Gwen, who looked a little uncomfortable at the predicament she was in, but tried her best to push it down for a moment to say hello.

You gave her a warm embrace, squeezing tight, a nonverbal confirmation of telling her you were there for her. Knowing that she was technically universeless, both you and Hobie would often let her crash over at your respective places. In fact, she slept in one of your extra rooms so much it was practically hers by now, filled with plenty of her personal belongings. She was one of your closest friends, and seeing her so anxious did nothing but fill you with worry. 

Once you pulled away from your two friends, you gave Hobie a quick hug, kissing his cheek. Pav cooed obnoxiously whilst Gwen lightly joked for the two of you to get a room.

Hobie shoved at the blonde’s shoulder with scoff. “Come off it, we wouldn’t have the time anyway.” 

Finally, you turned your gaze to the last one in the group—Miles Morales. 

It was certainly strange to see him in the flesh, when he was such a popular topic of discussion amongst the verse-traveling Spiders. He was a gangly yet handsome boy, with a head of dark, curly hair, and large brown eyes. 

He offered you a nervous smile. “So, uh, you must be Y/N! I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I can say the same thing,” you replied, thinking back to all the times Gwen would lounge in your bed and tell you about her time helping Miles with Kingpin. “It’s nice to put a face to your name after all this time.”

“Yeah, yeah, same.” Awkward as ever, Miles let out something akin to a laugh. His eyes darted down when he noticed Hobie’s hand slipping over your midriff. “So! You’re Hobie’s partner, right? I thought he didn’t believe in consistency.”

You grinned when Hobie drummed his fingers along your hip, shrugging in a nonchalant manner. “If I was inconsistent all the time, that’d be me being consistent, no? Keep with the times, mate.”

Confused, Miles’ lips parted to ask another question but you shook your head. “Just don’t question it. God knows how many times I’ve stumped myself trying to figure him out.”

Hobie shot you an amused look. Before anyone could say anything else, Gwen swung onto her feet, shifting her weight in a fidgety manner. “We should probably get a move on, before Miguel gets mad.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. You guys mind filling me in with what happened on the way?”

And so the five of you set off, with Pav and Gwen taking turns on telling you what had transpired in Mumbhattan, with Hobie occasionally chiming in. Miles was far too enamored by all the other Spiders to really pay attention to what they were saying. 

Once you were all informed, you supplied a worried look in Miles’ direction. Stopping a canon event from happening… Miguel definitely wouldn’t be happy about that.

Sensing your eyes on him, Miles met your eyes. “Is there something on my face?” he asked. 

“Oh, no. Sorry. I was just distracted.” A flower popped on your shoulder, and another appeared in Miles’ hair. He pulled it out with a surprised raise of his brows.

“Huh. That’s new,” he said with a slightly curious smile. “So, you and Hobie! I guess I just didn’t expect him to be with someone so…”

You tilted your head. “So…?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “You guys look, like, complete opposites.”

Pavitr clapped his hands. “Well, opposites do attract!”

With half a smile pulling at one corner of his mouth, Hobie chimed, “We aren’t complete opposites. We both have a crippling hatred for capitalism and greedy billionaire corporations.”

“That we do,” you agreed, beaming warmly at him. Suddenly, you perked up, remembering what you had brought with you. “Oh, I almost forgot! Pav, Gwen—I made you tote bags a while ago and haven’t gotten the chance to give it to you guys. They’re all made from ethically sourced materials, of course. Sorry, Miles, I would’ve made you one if I’d known I was going to meet you today.”

“It’s no problem. There’ll be a next time, right?” he said, watching as you handed the rolled up bags to an excited Pav, bouncing on the balls of his feet with a litany of thank you so much, this is amazing on his tongue, and a hesitant Gwen, smiling despite being so strung-up to face Miguel. 

“Right… A next time…” you echoed, unsure if there’d even be a next time if Miguel had his way with things.

Everything was going wrong. 

Miguel went too far, as he often did in his tunnel-visioned haze for order, and trapped Miles in a laser cage, intending to keep him in Nueva York while his father died back in his home universe. A sick feeling curdled within the pits of your stomach—none of this felt right to you. Peter and Gwen were yelling at Miguel, their words washing over you in a blur, like the crashing and the retreat of a wave against an unsuspecting shore. 

You watched helplessly as Miles turned around, betrayal lacing heavily across his crestfallen features, staring at the people he had once considered his friends. For half a second, Miles caught your gaze. Anxious flowers—various shades of violet and scarlet—blossomed by your feet. To your side, your boyfriend held both his hands up, gaze fixed on Miles.

“Palms,” he silently mouthed. 

Heeding his advice, Miles pressed both his palms against the barrier.

And three beats of a heart later, he had broken free. A blast of energy pushed everybody back a few feet, and you could hear Hobie’s faint laughter echo right beside your ear. You couldn’t help but smile along with him. 

Someone had to look out for the little guy, right?

Apparently, Miguel had other ideas. He wasn’t a rational man. No, he was a perfectionist to the core, needing everything to go according to his plan, his theory, his ideology. When the stakes were this high, who was to say no to him? And now, he had somehow convinced nearly the entire population of the Spider Society to chase after a fifteen year old.

Then what? Lock him up? Force him away from his home and wait out his father’s death?

No. It wasn’t right. None of it was.

As pandemonium broke out during the chase after Miles, Hobie gave you a glance. “Just for the record, I quit,” he announced. It wasn’t directed at you, per se, but it was important to him that you knew of his stance. That he wouldn’t sit around and idly twiddle his thumbs at this bullshit. 

A portal opened behind him, bathing his dark skin in a bright clementine glow. He unclasped his watch and let it fall to the ground. “You coming, Cheeky?”

“I’ll meet you at your place,” you reassured him. An unspoken trust me hung heavy between you. A white little wildflower appeared in his hair, but Hobie didn’t move to pluck it away. Instead, he ducked his head to press a lasting kiss onto your forehead. You shot him a fond grin before leaning forward to peck his cheek in return, and hurriedly rushed off to go help Miles, canary-hued flowers floating behind you with every swing.

It was by pure chance that you happened upon Miles and Peter, the latter begging for him to hold his baby, which he most definitely shouldn’t have brought along to a chase. You hid behind a large metal pipe, waiting for Miles to leave Peter. It wasn’t long before Miles was running away again, believing his mentor had betrayed him once again, and you were quick to follow after him. Green webs shot out from the fixings on your wrist, and you caught up to the younger Spider in no time.

“Miles!” you exclaimed.

“Please, just let me go back home!” he yelled, stress and panic coiled around his words as he rounded around cars and signs.

Guilt settled around your lungs in a constricting manner. You’d lend him your watch to get home, but with a quick glance behind you, noting the several dozens of Spiders hot on your tail, you realized that there was no way that he’d make it there in time without them following after. There had to be another way.

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you replied, trying your best to convey that you were on his side. “Trust me, I’m with you on this! If not for you becoming Spider-Man, there’d be no Spider Society, and I would’ve never met Hobie. Of course I’d try to help you, Miles! Listen to me—there’s a bullet train that goes to the moon here—if you draw all the Spiders away from HQ, then you can use the Go-Home machine to get back to your universe!”

Miles shot you an initially dubious glance, which soon melded into one of cautious appreciation. “Where?”

“A couple miles that way! You won’t miss it—it’s a huge glass tube going up to space.” You nodded in the direction he was to be headed. “Good luck, Miles. I’m rooting for you!”

With a shout of his gratitude and a slight smile, Miles swung away from you. 

It’s a shame that this was goodbye. Both you and Hobie were really starting to grow on him.

It was raining again, as it almost always was in gloomy London. You were in bed with Hobie, having passed out after letting him know about how you helped Miles, and listening to him tell you about the watch he made for Gwen, knowing she’d most likely need it later down the line if things didn’t work out. He was taking up most of the space on the bed, one arm behind his head on the pillow and the other curved beneath the small of your waist, fingers splayed out over your stomach. Chests rising and falling in synchronized tandem, you were curled up onto your side so that your spine brushed against his side with each breath.

Nightmares weren’t a common thing for you, but when they did slink into your unconscious mind, they were always terrifyingly realistic, and always of the same event. Your canon event. 

Tonight was no different. 

Soft pink skies. Swinging through the trees after something—someone. Prowler. 

The forest gave way to steep mountains. Steep stones and ice and cliffs. The pink above you bled into a menacing shade of purple.

Nets of webbing shooting from your wrists. Desperation. Pleads on your tongue, but you didn’t quite know what you were saying. 

The villain tripped over the webbing, rolling down a mountainside that tapered off into a sheer drop. You darted forward, shooting out a web to catch the Prowler.

But it was too late. 

They tipped over the edge, stray pebbles tumbling down in their wake. If the Prowler screamed, you couldn’t hear it over the thrumming blood in your ears. 

It took over a minute for their body to hit the ground with a sickening thud. 

Horror stained your insides black. You weren’t quick enough. You failed.

You made your way down the mountain, wide eyes fixed on the motionless body. You crept forward, checking for a pulse. Dead. 

Gingerly, you peeled the mask away from their face. The hazy face of your best friend stared back up at you, beaten and bloody. 

Your fault, your fault, your fault—

You woke up with a gut-wrenching sob, jolting up with a broken wail. Hobie had startled from his slumber at the sudden commotion, quick to prop himself up on an elbow, his hand shooting out to properly wrap around you.

Comforting words were murmured into your hair. You only cried harder, gently pushing the blankets away from you, feeling overwhelmingly hot and crowded. It took you another moment to realize that you were hyperventilating, large flowers popping up everywhere around the two of you. 

“Breathe,” you could hear your boyfriend say, tracing slow circles along your lower back. “That’s it, love. You got this.”

After a few minutes, your breaths had slowed down, and the tears stopped flowing. You sniffled quietly, turning to Hobie with an apology on the tip of your tongue.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, seeming to know exactly what was on your mind. “You alright?”

“Nightmare,” you whispered in return, voice hoarse with disuse and thirst. “My canon event. It’s my fault Prowler died. My best friend.”

Another circle along your spine. “You wanna talk about it?”

Your eyes, puffy and red-rimmed, blinked back more cresting tears. You nodded, croaking out the tragic story of you and your best friend—the Spider and the Prowler. Hobie listened intently, humming soothingly into your skin. 

Once you were finished, he adamantly shook his head. “You can’t blame yourself for that. It’s not your fault.”

But it is, you wanted to say. You swallowed the words, deciding instead to remain quiet and simply lean further into his touch. 

“I love you,” he said, voice low and soothing. “You hear me, Cheeky?”

“I hear you. Thank you for… for always being there for me. You’re the punkest punk that’s ever punked.” 

A hum rumbled from his throat. “I’ll always be here for you. I trust you’ll do the same for me. We’re all broken, but… it’s a good thing we Spiders got sticky webs to keep us together, yeah?” A pause before Hobie backtracked, “That didn’t come out the way I intended it to but you get my point.”

You wrinkled your nose in amusement. “Yeah. I’m glad we found each other in all this chaos, Hobbes.”

“Mmh. Nothing better than a bit of chaos, innit?”

The two of you sat in silence for a bit longer, simply soaking in each other’s comforting presence. When you arched your neck to press a lasting kiss along the underside of Hobie’s jaw, you could feel his face shift with a fond smile. Before he could reciprocate the gesture, a tangerine glow shone from outside the window, warbling with the rain, but still a stark juxtaposition to the macabre grey of the city.

Both you and Hobie peered out of the window, limbs still tangled. 

Outside was Gwen, her cowl pulled over her uneven strands of blonde-pink hair, hexagonal portal rings shifting behind her. Her features were solemn and grim as she locked eyes with the both of you. You and Hobie glanced at each other. Small pink flowers started to bloom along the windowsill, much to your chagrin.

With not another second of hesitation, the two of you leapt out of bed, hastily yanking on your suits and swinging out of the window to join Gwen.

To join her in saving Miles Morales, and, ultimately, the multiverse.

[jseobsky]

That spot will be mine.

Pairing ! bf!Seeun x gn!Reader Synopsis ! Seeun was tired of you having photocards of every idol but him on your phone, now that he was debuting he made it his mission to get you his own photocard. However, when you finally open the album, you don't pull him. Genre ! So fluff I can't, romance Warnings ! swearing, kissing, not proof-read, my humour- Wc ! 1.3k a/n ! Totally not based bcs today I finally bought the album and got Junmin while I was manifesting Seeun- HOWEVER JUNMIN LOOKED SAUR CUTE ON THE PHOTOCARD I CAN'T

Main masterlist !

After knowing my boyfriend was finally going to debut I had one thing in mind and one thing only: Collect his group’s photocards. Until now, I haven’t really collected any photocards even while having around 20 albums myself. I just kinda kept them in their album boxes and the usual one photocard that I kept in the back of my phone case. Seeun wasn’t thrilled about this, he took my photocard choices very seriously, telling me I should keep them in a safer manner or that I could not by any means in the entire world take my Enhypen’s Niki photocard everywhere I went. 

While he was still a trainee it seemed like he also had one goal in mind: Gain my phone case photocard spot. He tried to gift me Polaroids that he took and make me save them on my phone case. At first, I did have them on my phone, but after seeing an idea on Pinterest I couldn’t help myself; All the Polaroids went on the now giant pictures wall. He then started to hate Pinterest. Sure he said all those things jokingly, he knew how much I loved kpop and how much that wall of pictures meant to me. He loved seeing me happy, but he did hate when I got his first album. 

Seeun kept telling me how I could not, by any means, buy his album. Talking about how he was going to gift it to me. “You’re going to curse it.” He said. “You always cry about how you never get your biases unless I’m the one who gifted you the album. I’m not taking any chances.” It was hell waiting for it. I had been waiting for years until his debut, and now I had to wait even more until I could get the physical album? Unbelievable. Seeing all those unboxing videos, and all these people having more than one photocard inclusion while I, who wasn’t able to even pre-order because of Seeun, will only have one. I learned to get over it quickly, patience is a virtue… Fuck that. I don’t wanna wait anymore. It’s been years, decades, maybe even centuries since the album came out. I want that album. I need that album. 

What’s worse is that I didn’t realize with Seeun’s debut that he’ll be even busier. Maybe what I actually needed was Seeun, not his album. 

I’m lying around my living room. A kdrama playing on the tv, and the window is open while I feel really cold. Look, someone is lazy, okay? And the kdrama is so interesting as well… An open box of snacks next to me that I slowly reach out to, not taking my eyes off the tv. The scene was so intense that it was able to make me ignore the little click of the door until I hear someone shouting. “IT’S HERE!” I slowly turn my head around with my eyes wide open. Who the fuck? A wild Seeun appears. Like literally, ignore the bad pokemon reference, Seeun comes in running with a bag in his right hand and his phone in his left hand, which he’s waving. He has the biggest grin on his face while looking at me. I smiled too. Pausing the show while standing up, running towards Seeun going for a hug. Which I never received. Seeun moved to the window and closed it. “It’s really cold outside, you shouldn’t have your window opened, it’s literally about to rain.” He said. I tilt my head and shrug my shoulders while still smiling. “Meh that’s not important, come here” I ran towards him again, only for him to move to the couch, moving some items to the floor before placing a pizza-shaped box on the table. I glare at him. “Look I got it!! Aren’t you excited?!” Seeun says with, again, a really big smile. I try to contain a smile and jokingly I roll my eyes, turn around, and act petty. “I would be more excited if my boyfriend, who I haven’t seen since February, would hug me.” I try to look at him for a bit, and seeing that he now has a smirk on his face I turn my head around again. “Oh really?” He said teasingly. I turn around with a blank face. “No.” We stay looking at each other for some seconds before I start smiling again. I run to the side of the sofa he is sitting on and I jump on top of him. “I’ve missed you so much,” I say while hugging him tightly. He moves my head from being buried in his neck to being in front of him. His expression mirrors mines, a big, BIG smile, and eyes with adoration filled in them. He squishes my face. “I missed you too, so much” Seeun turns his face to look at the box on the table behind me. He sits me on his lap as he sits up, leans forward with a hand on my back to not make me fall, and grabs the box off the table. 

“I got you this,” He says, “hope you like it” I shake my hands and grab the box out of his hands. “I’m just saying, with my luck you’ll get my photocard so enjoy. I did one on this version with that pose you showed me. I’m manifesting specifically that one for you.” Seeun looks at me proudly. I nod fast and start to rip off the plastic that wraps the album. Seeun laughs softly at my poor attempt to rip the plastic off. “Look,” I start saying, “these things are made by the devil himself, don’t laugh at my poor persona because I can’t open the album” I stop my attempt while glaring at him. “Also, I’ve seen you trying to open albums before, and you aren’t a god at opening albums yourself” Finally being able to open the album I grab the most important part of the album. The cd. I’m joking, I grab the inclusions knowing that the part that Seeun mostly wanted to see. I rip one side of the envelope the inclusions were in and slowly turn my head to look at my boyfriend. Fuck, he has his face way too close. Seeun got closer in anticipation of the grand reveal. He nods encouraging. 

I pull out the postcard first, and I smile. “Look I got the baby!” I laugh, Seeun smiles a bit too. “Could’ve been better but I guess a Yechan postcard isn’t the worse,” He says, “now the most important thing, please” I nod. Seeun gets even closer and places his head on my shoulder. I pull the single photo card, which is turned around. I start talking. “You know, just remember it’s okay if I don’t pull your photocard because at the end of the day I-” “Just look at it” Seeun whines. I turn the photocard around.

I feel Seeun drop his whole weight into the sofa’s back, letting out a sigh. Here we go. “I just don’t get it. Why Minjae, why him? Like. If it was… Okay no. I wouldn’t have been happy with anyone. But still!! Why him??” Seeun fake cried. “I mean,” I start talking. “You’re right, you do always pull my biases” Seeun stopped his actions and looked at me with a dead face. He then went to push me off. “Okay no, no, no, wait, no, I’m sorry, I’m joking! You’re my only one!” I laugh, and he stops trying to push me off and goes back to pouting. I lay fully on top of him. I start kissing his face. “I. Promise. You. Are. My. Bias.” He smiles. “Also, I bought an album the other day and I pulled you” I showed him the back of my phone, where a big smiling Seeun was looking back at him. He dropped his mouth and looked at me. “I couldn’t contain myself I’m sorry-” Seeun kissed me. 

[dr-ground-zero]

My golden retriever

(okay bc I fucking love Midnight x fatgum, I've been workin on this fic for a while. had to rewrite it....twice. sorry it sucks but i really just like the whole 'black cat gf x golden retriever BF'' thingy. plus i wanted to try out a different ship.)

Nemuri loved Taishirou, she loved how protective and caring he was towards others. He was always ready to put himself after others he cared about, whether it was in pro-hero life, his firefighting, or his casual life. He was the life of the party and always knew how to help others out. The only downside was that he wasn’t good at taking care of himself, which often gave Midnight the chance to take care of him. Well once he could admit that he needed it which he was never good at like today.

Midnight knew something was up when their morning phone call was less energetic. Usually, Taishirou was the chatty one in the mornings. They always had their morning calls when Taishirou had to spend nights at the firehouse. This time he sounded rough, she could hear him muffling harsh coughs and sneezing through the other line. She asked him if he was alright and of course he said he was fine even with her pressing the matter he insisted it was nothing. She knew that trying to get him to admit to it this early wouldn’t work so she’d wait till he was ready. In the meantime, she went about her teaching day albeit a little worried.

When the day ended she made sure to stop by the store to pick up some medicine, tissues, and miso soup. Spending the rest of the day with a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the other. The day got later and later and it had started to rain, Midnight was getting a little concerned that she hadn’t heard from her boyfriend since this morning. It was reaching 11 pm and nothing! Midnight contemplated texting or calling him until she heard the front door open.

“I’m home!” She hopped off the bed and walked out of the living room after hearing some shuffling. There he was, dressed in his fire uniform covered in ash and smoke leaning against the wall looking exhausted.

“Hey there baby” “Hey, sorry I couldn’t call or text too much, I was getting pulled into every other direction” His voice sounded hoarse and congested. Sniffling and snuffling, rubbing at his nose while coughing even with how dirty his face was she would see the flushness and irritation around his nose.

“It's okay, I’m just glad you’re home.”Just as she got closer to Taishirou to help remove his jacket he leaned away to stifle off a few sneezes.

“Had’kgnk! AD’ckng-chiew! Had’gnnxt! Ugh sorry” She frowned at shook her head. “Don’t apologize, baby, come on let's get you into the shower.” Taishirou meekly smirked at asked if she’d join him getting a small laugh from her, she still agreed to shower with him. Damn did the hot water feel good! Midnight offered to help wash him up at first declined saying he’d be fine to do it himself. However, it didn’t take much convincing for him to let her help. It gave him a chance to relax, breathing in the steam did help with the congestion. His sniffling went from completely stopped up to a sort of wet snuffling.

“Baby, stop rubbing your nose so much its already irritated.” “I cad’t help it, its all itchy and ruddy” “Think you can wait till we get out of the shower to blow your nose?” “Y-yeah hehhh f-fuck huhh hold on’d” Leaning against the cool wet tile wall of the shower, his shoulders hiked up the more his breath hitched. He tried rubbing it away and that seemed to work as he sighed in relief. Midnight giggled when Taishiro moved his hand showing how red and irritated his nose was.

“Your nose is as red as that fire engine” “Is d’not” He blushed, Midnight playfully rolled her eyes at him and helped him finish up.

“Yes it is from how much you’ve been rubbing it, and I know you, you’re not very gentle with it.” Finally getting out of the shower the temperature shift seemed to take the control Taishirou seemed to cling to.

“Had’shiiiew! Ad’shhieew! Ad’shiiew!” He barely had any time to cover, the next few sneezes were muffled into a towel Midnight handed him. She stuck close to him rubbing his back.

“Bless you! Jeez, must be an awful cold huh babe?” “I-I’mb dnot s-siih sick I-I!” He quickly buried his nose back into the fluffy tower as the urge to sneeze left him unconvincing.

“Ad’shhimmff! Ad’sshmmff! Heh’mmph!” He groaned as his body shuddered through his sneezes.

“Dambit” He cursed stuffily, grabbed some toilet paper, and blew his nose hastily. Midnight placed another towel around him to dry him off.

“You finished?” Nemuri asked, Taishirou nodded and followed his girlfriend out of their bathroom and into the bedroom to change into comfy clothes. Getting dressed, Nemuri urged the firefighter into bed. Going through the nightstand drawer she pulled out a thermometer but before she could ask him to open up he spoke up.

“Lutenit took my temperature earlier” She raised a brow at this and asked for her boyfriend to elaborate.

“After a rescue call Torrent-you know my lutenit- said he wanted to check my vitals since rehab was full….I tried insisting that I was fine but he knew I had been ‘off all day’, I knew i wasn’t getting out of it. Said I had a temperature of 38.6 C (101 F), he-hehh heh! H-hang on’d” Hand aimlessly reached around, Nemuri knew what he was searching for and put the tissue box within his reach. Snatching up a few tissues quickly pressed them to his face, and his body got folded through each sneeze.

“Had’shiiiew! Ad’shhieew!”

“Bless you! Aaw poor baby, why didn’t you come home sooner if you felt so bad?” Sympathy and worry lacing the 18+ hero’s voice.

“I thought it was just alittl c-case of the sdiffles, and I didn’t wadda leave Torrent witht he fresh r-rehh recruits damb why’s it itch s-so fuuhh fuckig bmu-Hud’shiiiew! Bmuch?”

“Probably because you’ve been stifling all day~” She teased, Taishirou blushed and pouted.

“I cadn’t help it, force of habit” “I know Tai, I know, I’m gonna heat up some sort for you. You stay here alright.” Nemuri slid out of bed leaving the blond pro hero to his own devices. Going into the kitchen she turned on the stove to heat up the pot for the miso soup she had bought. It hadn’t even been 4 minutes when she could hear heavy footsteps padding along the floor. She gave a small sigh knowing who it was though was a little surprised to feel his larger frame press behind her smaller one. She could feel his body heat radiating off of him. His height always cast a shadow over her. Their high difference wasn’t ridiculous but it was noticeable and something she loved. How such a big rugged man like Taishiro could be such a sweetheart.

“Shiro i thought I told you to stay in bed” Her voice had a slight teasing edge to it. Taishirou whined and pursed his lips in a pout.

“But the bed is cold and lonely without you” His whining was almost like a golden retriever puppy it could make your heart melt. The blond pressed his face into the side of her neck nuzzling into a little, Nemuri couldn’t help but smile at the goofball she called her boyfriend. Taishirou made it clear he wasn’t moving from his attachment to his girlfriend. Muffling sneeze after sneeze into a blanket he had wrapped around himself to at least try and keep his germs to himself.

When the soup was finally done, Nemuri was practically carrying Taishirou back to bed.

“C’mer big guy” She patted the space beside her, which he crawled onto and leaned against her while happily eating his soup. She went back to running his fingers through his hair in a soothing motion just admiring how adorable Taishirou was.

“I’m gonna guess Torrent dropped you off here didn’t he?” Tiashirou nodded at this as he swallowed down his soup.

“Wouldn’t let me do it in case bmy fever got worse, so he drove me home” “That’s nice of him” “Mhm’b hehh huhh! G-god dambit hahh hah! AD’shiiiew! Ugh sorry, i know i’mb gross” He groaned while wiping his nose with the tissue he had balled up.

“Taishirou Toyomitsu, I’ve seen you covered in ashes, debris, and blood. A bad cold isn’t gonna gross me out. Especially when you look so adorable~” That brought a fresh blush to Taishirou’s face which he then shyly nestled into Nemuri’s shoulder. She kissed him on the forehead and placed the empty bowl on the dresser and got them comfortable for the night.

[salsflore]

Mika.

This is serious business.

Not just is your theme and carrd beautiful.

Not just do I love the rain animation and ur header.

but ITS ALSO UR BF WHAT

WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN. ARE YOU OKAY. YOU WILLINGLY MADE CHILDE A PART OF YOUR THEME? WHAT HAS HE DONE TO YOU.

If he forced you blink twice lovely I will rescue you.

1. thank you I LOVE YOU!!! it didn't take that much time but it was a pain to make the carrd bc of all the fucking mosquitoes attacking me </3 i suppose they just find me that desirable huh ...

2. yes!! its a bit of a surprise, i know, but i made it childe themed out of my own free will, so don’t worry about that part — but i appreciate you asking regardless ^_^ i. i mean i love him SOOO much so its only natural i'd use some of his stuff for my theme haha ... (don't check your dms)

[bobtheacorn]

Film RED bullet review below the cut bc of spoilers but also it’s living in my mind rent-free and i gotta holler for a min (though I should preface this with saying i haven’t read wano yet bc I keep procrastinating but If I Don’t See EVERY one piece film in Theaters I WILL Die! Waited 32 years of my life for this and I’ll get my spoilers via the big screen if i have to!)

THAT BEING SAID lmao

the only reason i went to see this film is bc of JINBE it was BABY’S FIRST FILM and he had 8 entire minutes of screentime rip

the COWARDS didn’t dub the songs for some reason???? but Uta’s english VA AmaLee did her own version of Genesis and it’s a FUCKIN BANGER give it a big big listen she deserved to drop the entire album on the big screen!!!!!!!!!!

in spite of that, me and my friend are huge Jpop nerds so this movie felt tailor made for us and we were alone in the theater thank God so we got to be absolute assholes and jam 100/10 

Uta’s EXCELLENT Cult Vibes my girl swung so far to the left she curved right back around A for effort

Every song being a little more deranged than the last as her mental health plummeted bc of sleep deprivation / stress MWA we love to see it we love a girl saying Fuck the Government AND the Pirates and streaming her absolute break down live on global television and taking EVERYBODY DOWN WITH HER only bc it is SO FAR REMOVED from Oda’s typical villain trope of Bitter Old Man who wants to destroy the world bc he is Sad Z i am looking you in the face

the Things I Care About and the Things This Film Wanted Me to Care About Divergence was... Incredible! Uta being Shank’s daughter got crickets from me bc ask me why i should care but it was immediately followed by “Strawhat is The 5th Emperor” which received uproarious applause and that was a spoiler for me lmao

Oda/etc Stop Cramming 48 Random and Unnecessary Characters into every Film Just Because They’re High On The Popularity Poll Challenge

We have a full entire cast of STRAWHATS. There are TEN STRAW HAT PIRATES. Would have loved to see a little bit of oh i don’t know Interaction and Shenanigans that lasted longer than a few seconds, i mean jesus christ I remember the older movies always having lots of fun banter and moments with the strawhats and that’s what made them fun to watch, i remember when there were Character Driven plots give me some of that back I come here for the StrawHat Pirates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did i enjoy Trafalguy turning up to babysit his queer platonic BF? Yes!

Did this movie in particular benefit from him being there? NO.

Fleeting Lullaby (song/scene) is Unhinged, Uta i love u

Luffy who recognizes No One Ever spotting that girl he saw like twice when he was 7 from 40 yards away and being like Hey Stop The Show I Think Know Her sklfsjfasd;lk KING

He said he was gonna go take a nap and Uta had a meltdown abt it, say you have Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria without saying it

ALSO Uta sitting in the rain stroking Luffy’s precious sleeping face and crying got me cryin in the club fr

That very quick flashback of shanks thinking abt Roger and Rayleigh also punched me in the chest but I went into the film not caring abt shanks and his daughter and I left the film still not caring i’m sorry lmao

Usopp’s observation haki connecting him to his dad and them both working to coordinate their respective crews was GODTIER OH WE LOVE TO SEE IT. USOPP THANK U FOR SHINING SO BRIGHTLY

the very quiet scene where Uta gives Luffy his hat back and she’s trying to be silly with him but you Don’t See His Face At All that entire scene so you KNOW he’s upset and something is wrong made me fucking feral I love Luffy’s growth I love his character development I LOVE HIM SFM

Coby was the REAL MVP of the Film

Jinbe deserved more screentime

Rob Lucci struggling to trouble-shoot the Elders TV sent me right into the stratosphere HOW fucking embarrassing sdfljslfksl

Uta fuckin died????????????/ Unconfirmed but implied

Oda Stop Martyring Women Challenge

this movie is GREAT but it’s not Film Gold

[nyanjagorn]

more clangen brainrot,,

two more of my favs are warrior turned healer tadpolecurl & his dead bf rainchaser (who’s the son of halfstar, btw)(they’re older than in the pics now lol)

rain died while saving tadpole from a fire, and ever since his death, he’s been ‘haunting’/visiting tadpole as a ghost. tadpole can see and talk to other ghosts too, and it fucked with him for moons bc lost starclan/dsrk forest/ghost cats kept talking to and following him when realising he understands them in hopes of getting help finding sc/df/their final resting place (again). a few moons after rain’s death (who he only got together with after he became a ghost—bc neither were bold enough to confess earlier. rain deliberately wanders the earth to be with his mate, instead of going to starclan), about half a year, he decides on becoming a healer instead bc sc cats are talking to him all the time anyway and while he’s a great fighter, he’s not sure if battle really is where his heart lays.

so, tadpole’s a healer now. he’s happier, too. the ghosts visiting him are less of a chore now that he’s visiting sc every moon anyway—they’ve always been a routine, but they’re more pleasant now! plus, while he’s figured how to guide lost ghosts back to where they came from as just an app anyway, it’s easier for him now, and he feels less guilty for basically invading sc.

he’s my lore-heaviest cat atm 😭 but i’m slowly trying to make up more lore & plots, and it’s getting better so!!

anyways i love tadpole and his ghost bf rain. i think tadpole will eventually start being against sc (probs bc smth happens to rain, whatever that is. he won’t die-die but maybe they punish him idk. or a fucked up prophecy??) bc i love him and drama is fun <3

[feuqueerfire]

My Personal Weatherman Live Blogging

Haven't watched a new jBL in soo long, I'm excited, especially because this had dubcon, undefined, weird dynamics with BDSM undertones? overtones? not sure but I've heard something to that degree and have seen a couple gifs: The bound hands one is the most prominent and I've seen it a few times but I decided to actually consider watching this after seeing this gifset about "you life is all mine" like oh you guys are kinda fucked

Ep 1 (Mar 20)

Okay, the weatherman (Segasaki Mizuki) so far seems callous and strict? harsh? but I listened to some podcasts discussing the show when I thought I wasn't gonna watch it and remember somebody saying he thought they were in a consensual relationship with this dynamic, so that's fun ig

oh they had sex lol

oh it's a flashback I was like that's sudden

"From now on, we'll do it on sunny days. Be prepared." That's crazy but I think I remember something about them only having sex on sunny or rainy days

ohh is he pent up/frustrated that it's been raining and they haven't been having sex lol

Weatherman guy seriously finds manga artist cute probably because he orders him to give him soy sauce during dinner but literally smiled last time and also this time while watching him hah

manga guy being pliant while he's manhandled ah

bruh "open your mouth" immediately made me think he was gonna spit in his mouth but I don't think they're gonna do that in a live action lol

"After all, we're not even lovers" would you both agree with that assessment? lol

"I'm already bound to him as a slave. It's only natural that I obey his voice" wow this guy is crazy, I get Mizuki's desire to dom him lol

Girl you're 3 years into this situation?

Are you excited about not having to have sex in a while?

His name is Yoh. He seems to both want and not want sex, or maybe he just doesn't want to want it. He obviously has a thing for Mizuki despite saying he doesn't. Seems to be in denial though lol

Ep 2 (Mar 20)

Oof, immediately watching next ep, I guess

All the cooking + now feeding Mizuki, ah

I understood that the little tissue doll is to make rain stop based on the ep 1 on-air comments but if I hadn't known, I'd be so confused why he throws it away angrily lol

rolled my eyes at the cleavage comment

Mizuki talking about holding back and going for a kiss...

oh dang, Yoh actually fighting back. is he brave bc he's drunk?

ohhh lol Yoh's missing his pants and the tissues are strewn about because he was jerking off

oh my god, this is crazy actually I love it like so much happening: Yok talking about making money and leaving this place + saying Mizuki doesn't like him and when Mizuki is like wtf?? Yoh tells him to go have sex with the other weather forecaster because Mizuki's never smiled at him like that like ohhh he's so jealous

Ah, so he sleeps with Yoh the day before a sunny day because then the bedsheets will dry

but also funny af to do that instead of just buying more sheets tf

Ah, Mizuki leaving him high and dry

Is this now a game of wills? Whether Yoh will admit to not hating Mizuki? anyway, this show is so fun, why did I not add it to my watchlist until last month when the gifsets got to me smh

I hope I end up liking it until the end

Ep 3 (Mar 21)

omg so she knows that Yoh lives w a guy (bf lol) and tat he likes/hates Mizuki weatherman but not that they are the same person

Ep 4 (Mar 21)

omg Mizuki so controlling it’d piss me off in another show and yet…

not them both being jealous of the girl

Ep 5 (Mar 21)

not a job crisis D:

truly a crazy ass show, the water passing kiss scene was from here?

taking his clothes off for him to bath is so

lol Mizuki becoming the startled one when Yoh takes initiative

i get Yoh feeling like Mizuki doesn’t care and looks down on him because how can he be so nonchalant about his art and job

not the tracking, be so fr

I watched eps 3-5 in bed at like 7:30-9AM, so that's why I wrote so little lol

Ep 6 (Mar 21)

Yoh being a bullied loner who has to run errands and Mizuki going to help him is sooo Utsukushii Kare. It might be a common trope idk but that instance is all I think of

her husband is so fun lol but I'm nervous that Mizuki is gonna see them T.T

no fr it's so fun that her and her husband (idk either of their names rip. her name is maybe Kasami?) are so casual like she expressed her attraction for Mezuki and he was playing around suggestively with Yoh without the other being jealous/overbearing about it. Mezuki and Yoh could never lmao

what is this misunderstanding pls Is Mezuki asking about what's so great about Kasami's husband bc he thinks that's the editor that Yoh mentioned + they were flirting while Yoh thinks Mezuki's asking about the manga character he saw (that Mezuki doesn't know is based on him?)

not Mizuki's eye twitching as he remembers Yoh with the husband bc of his coworker's glasses lmfao

Ep 7 (Mar 21)

Both Yoh and Mizuki getting hung up on the other smiling at other people in ways they don't smile at them

ohh Yoh taking care of a sick Mizuki in the college days

omg Yoh first time cooking for Mizuki was to take care of him when he was sick? No wonder Mizuki fell in love with Yoh over shitty curry + insisting that only he himself gets to eat it so that Yoh doesn't know that it tastes bad loll

the food as love language goes crazy here fr

"Draw me more. The parts deep inside of me that even I don't know of, I don't mind it if you're the one exposing them."

omg the tying hands

The fact that Mizuki apparently tied Yoh's hands to make sure he doesn't go out is so aklsdjflkadfjs this line of "I'll hide you away in our house/bedroom" hits fr in like a 4k explicit smut fic but usually not in an actual romance show however this specific series toes the line well enough that I'm having a blast lmfaoo

Ep 8 (Mar 22)

Last episode hmm will they be able to actually wrap things up?

how am i even suppoaed to feel cuz i just feel insane

girl clear up the manga and the husband misunderstandings Right Now y'all have barely any time left lmfao

did Yoh just not understand that Mizuki was using the manga's lines as a love confession?

Like, I can't decide if that ending is enough... like okay hmm... like yeah do they understand each other fr? More than ep 1 I guess but not... enough? idk

also I really wanted Mizuki to realize that the glasses guy is Mansa's husband

Overall:

The concept is so delicious wtf and the execution is mostly good but I wish it was more fleshed out (never really saw a proper resolution to Yoh being mad that Mizuki doesn't take his manga job seriously and idk if they actually fully worked out their problems in the last ep lol). It was a very fun and exciting watch.

Rating: 6/10 [May 12, 2024 Update: Decreased by 0.5 stars when rerating shows I've watched in 2024: 6.5 -> 6]

[yourmidnightlover]

never go back

Summary: spencer notices how your boyfriend takes advantage of you and finally does something about it.

TW: titty sucking, oral (female receiving), cheating, dom!spencer, scratching, slapping (only one), cursing, choking, spencer dirty talk lol, penetrative sex, creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,724

A/N - i'm using noah as the 'other man' schtick in probably all of my future one shots bc i can't find it within myself to create a new character each and every time. so your douche of a bf will always be noah miller. if you ever get a nice bf i'll be sure to change his name but for now this is what we're working with. got it? got it.

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there are many things that people should go back to. schooling, maybe an old job, an old vacation spot.

your boyfriend was not one of those things.

mostly because your boyfriend sucked.

it was now a fact that spencer reid himself had come to believe quite a while ago and now, well now he had reason.

he had always felt as though you were too good for noah, similar for practically anyone in existence (himself included). he was always a complete ass to you no matter the circumstance.

there was one time the entire team had been back really late from a case that took a toll on all of you. it was emotionally and physically draining. the flight back had been delayed because of weather issues in the state you had been in, meaning you couldn't leave until days after it was solved.

any time you had gone to answer the phone, spencer would be able to see your stance and body language through the glass window. you had been apologizing for something you couldn't even control. you would narrow your brows the way you only did when you were being yelled at. you bit your lip the way you did when you were being made to feel guilty.

he was guilt tripping you for something you couldn't even control.

when you had gotten back it wasn't any better. noah had been giving you the cold shoulder. he was defensive when you asked what was wrong.

and that was only 3 weeks into the relationship.

after being together for 2 months, you had gotten flowers delivered on your desk. you assumed they were from your boyfriend, reasonably so, and went to go thank him. spencer saw the shock in your eyes when you saw your boyfriend huddled in the corner with some new intern. spencer saw the look in your eye change from sadness to anger in the blink of his own.

you took a deep breath, and walked away from the situation, completely missing the way he tucked the intern's hair behind her ear as he leaned in to whisper something to make her giggle. when you got back to your desk you threw the flowers in the garbage can, not even bothering to read the note.

it was pretty indirect, but looking into it he realized it was an issue that should've been addressed. every time the team would go out together, everyone was clearly invited. you would always decline because 'noah wanted to take me out tonight' or 'noah said he needs me, so i'll have to rain check'.

it wasn't because you were a bad person, the opposite actually. it was because noah was taking advantage of your kindness.

because any time you needed him, 'noah's out with the boys' or 'noah had to work late' or, here's a kicker, 'noah had a hard time at work'. as if you don't have a hard time looking at dead bodies while he just has to write up reports.

even when you got injured during a case, shot in the shoulder, noah seemed as though he couldn't have cared less. he wouldn't even go to your apartment to visit you while you were in recovery because 'noah didn't have time to visit'.

spencer could even recall when you went out with the girls one night, spencer being the designated driver, that you had told them how 'noah didn't want you to dress too provocatively so you had to wear something more modest'.

now, spencer doesn't care all to much about what you wear because, frankly, it's none of his business. but now that he heard how noah cared oh-so-much, he decided to wrack his brain for the 'provocative' outfits you've worn. there was not a single one that anyone should make a comment about. you looked stunning no matter what you wore, so you'd grab any man's attention no matter the clothing on your body.

but spencer? he made sure to never be that much of an asshole to you. he made sure to make up for him being an asshole.

he would grab you some morning coffee like you always had before you had a boyfriend. he would make sure to tell you that you looked lovely when you were able to go out with the team. he would visit you when you injured yourself and were lonely, he even stayed back for a few days with you to help you get through it.

hell, he was the one to get you the flowers. you had been having a rough week and spencer thought it might cheer you up. he had gifted you a bouquet of 12, blue chiffon flowers because those were your favorite.

but this was his breaking point. you had come to his apartment, once again in the middle of the night, talking about noah fucking miller cheating on you.

he had done it once before when he was 'out with the boys' you decided to stop by when he said he'd be back, wanting to just be the amazing girlfriend that you are. so when you walk in and hear your boyfriend moaning along with another woman that isn't you, you immediately run back out. you run back out and drive all the way to spencer's.  

and here you are again. spencer wasn't mad at you, it was noah he was mad at. he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

spencer had always liked you, no, he's always loved you. everything about you. how could he not? you're perfect.

but loving you how he does and seeing you being used as a toy to fuck for a certain noah miller not only made his heart ache but also made his blood boil.

spencer wasn't an idiot. he had heard the way the old morgan had referred to women. the thing is, noah is way more of a fuckboy than the old morgan ever was. and that scared spencer to pieces. he knew that you would only be missing out on team outings just to get fucked by a douchebag. he knew that the only reason said douchebag wouldn't visit you was because you couldn't fuck. he knew that the reason said douchebag was cornering that intern was to fuck her, too.

so when you arrived at spencer's place, this time you weren't crying. you were furious. you were angry and upset, as was spencer.

"he did it again, spence," you breathed out as you paced across his living room floor. "i was supposed to meet him in a few hours but i was going to surprise him and i caught him with another tramp! i didn't even confront him. i just- i just left!"

"cheated? noah?" he asked as if he didn't believe it at first, not wanting to seem like as much of a dick as noah.

"yes! cheated. god! i am so ANGRY!" you ran your hand through your hair, a grunt leaving your mouth. "and... and frustrated! and... UGH!" you sighed aggressively.

"and what?" spencer asked as he stood up, slowly making his way to you. "what else?" he said, his hand now brushing that stubborn strand of hair behind your ear.

"i-i'm..." you trailed off, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit how much you loved spencer. but you thought he'd never love you like that. not since you helped him through jj getting married. he really thought she was it for him, at least that's what you'd come to think he believed. over the years you had grown so much closer and grown such an attraction for each other that the other person knew about. it was ironic, truly.

"say it, y/n," spencer leaned over you, his lips ghosting over yours. "i need to hear you say it."

"god, just kiss me," you said, your hands flying to the back of his hair to push his mouth to yours.

there was no hesitation from spencer to give you everything he had. his hand on the side of your face remained there as his other hand drifted to your waist to pull you closer to his body. your tongues met fervently with covetous, passion, and longing yet with just gentle firmness that felt protecting and as if it was how everything was supposed to be.

"please, spencer," you quietly whispered once you unlatched from one another.

"please what, princess," he asked, his hand running through your hair.

"i just... i need you," she pleaded with him, her hands still tugging gently on his hair. "please," you put your foreheads together, breathing in each others air as you silently begged him to help you in any way that he could.

"i'd do anything for you," he whispered so delicately as if the entire team were standing right beside you. "you know i'd do anything for you."

"then do something," you demanded.

spencer took action by kissing you just as intensely as before, this time his hands went to your ass. he grabbed your thighs to signal for you to jump, once you did you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you into his bedroom. he set you down just in front of the bed before you began to undo his shirt, him returning the favor by undoing yours.

"god, i've wanted you for so long," he growled, nipping gently at your earlobe as he laid you back on the bed. "lift your hips," he ordered, you obeyed his every command. you always would. "good girl," he praised as he ran his hands down your now bare waist.

"please," you begged, your hips bucking up to get any source of friction. "spencer..." you trailed off.

"i know, princess. i know," he said before climbing on top of you, connecting your lips with his once again, this time much more eager than before if that were possible.

as you arched your back, he took the opportunity to unclasp the hook on your bra. you shrugged it off your shoulders to allow him to throw the bra somewhere else in his room. he finally took a breath, removing his lips from yours to admire the view in front of him.

"god, you're so beautiful," he growled before placing gentle but eager kisses along the tops of your breasts, massaging the one his mouth wasn't on.

he pressed his knee between your legs, allowing you to buck your hips up to get that release you wanted so bad. you whined as he took your nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking past it rapidly as he occasionally nibbled on it gently.

"spen-spencer," you ran your hands through his hair, tugging gently on the roots.

"mmm," he sat his head up, trailed kisses up your throat. "god, i love you so much."

"i-i love you," you moaned, pulling his head up to connect your lips together. "i love you so so much."

"i'm so glad to hear that," he huffed a sigh of relief. "because otherwise it'd be awkward when i did this," he began trailing kisses down your body, leading down towards your center. "i'll show you what it's like to be with a man that actually loves and respects you, yea? show you what it feels like to actually be pleased by a man? what it's like to be with a real man?" he teased.

his fingers trailed around your entrance, gathering your arousal that'd been building for what felt like ages. he pressed gentle kisses around your pussy before finally connecting his lips with your clit, a low groan emitting from your body because of the contact.

"yes, please," you shot your head back, relishing in the feeling of the direct skin contact.

"hey," spencer slapped your thigh, your head shot back up to see him between your legs, a truly beautiful sight that you'd never get tired of. "eyes on me," he demanded before going back down on you, not breaking eye contact as he brought out sounds from you that you weren't even sure you could make. "talk to me, princess. let me know how it feels."

"fe-feels so good," you sighed, taking your breasts in your hands and massaging them. "i-i can-can't even think," you stuttered out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

you had felt so good as he sucked on your clit, succeeding in bringing you closer to the edge than noah ever has, but when he inserted two fingers into your entrance...

"oh my fuck!" your hands shot down to grab onto his locks, pushing him further into your body, a low groan leaving him.

his fingers didn't stop their work. he curled them at just the right spot, sending you flying over the edge. spencer used his free hand to grab onto your thigh to keep them from closing in completely on his head, still working you through your high. he placed a kiss on your clit once more before he brought his head up to you, connecting your lips passionately.

"could noah ever make you come like that? huh? could he make you feel so good you could barely even think?" he grabbed your chin in his hands, holding it in place to look at him as you shook your head the best you could. "no?"

"mm-mm," you tried to shake your head 'no' once more.

"did you think of him while i was going down on you? were you thinking about how he fucked that little tramp?" he asked harshly, you shook your head 'no' again. "oh, what were you thinking, princess?" he finally released your face so you could speak.

"ab-about how well you know my body. about how, how good you looked between my legs. about how much i love you," you replied quickly, knowing exactly what to say.

"right answer," he connected your lips once more. "what do you want, love?" he asked, peppering soft kisses along your jaw where his hands once held your throat firmly.

"you. i-i want you in-inside me," you swallowed, your hand finding his and pulling it up to your lips to press a kiss to it, then another, then another, then another. "please, doctor?" you used your best puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

"god, call me that again," he rasped lowly.

"what... doctor?" you took his hand and started sucking on his fingers, letting them slip in and out slowly and then moving onto the next.

"fuck, yes," he growled as he pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up at your center. "are you sure, princess?" he traced your jaw with the fingers you were previously sucking on.

"yes, sir," you nodded. "i'm sure."

you felt him slowly push inside of you slowly to allow you to adjust to his size. you had your suspicions of how big he was, but feeling him inside of you made it all much more real.

"fuck, you're so tight," he moaned into your ear quietly as he slowly pulled back out, going in just as slow.

"sp-spence-"

"wrong," he slapped your face gently, a whimper leaving your lips before he grasped your face to make you look him in the eyes.

"doc-doctor," you corrected yourself.

"good girl," he said, feeling your pussy clench from the praise. "oh you like that?" he felt it again. "maybe you just like hearing me talk, yea?" his pace began picking up slowly. "you like hearing how this pussy makes me feel? how tight... and warm... and wet it is?"

"u--uh huh," you nodded your head the best you could as he began thrusting much more rapid, hitting that special spot inside of you with each movement.

"it seems like you haven't felt this good in a long time huh? haven't had your pussy pounded like this in a while?" he asked as he was catching his breath.

"ne-never, doctor," you confirmed, hands reaching around his back and dragging your nails down, surely leaving scratch marks all down them.

"fuck," he growled. "noah never made you feel this good princess? never made you forget how to speak in sentences? never knew how to get you going like this?"

"n-no, no! never! god, never!" you cried as you pulled his body even closer to you. "i-i'm close, please!"

"you wanna come all over my dick, yea? you want to show me how much your pussy loves it when a real man fucks it?"

that was it to let that spring burst inside of you, parts flying everywhere. you cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, holding onto his shoulders and hair to keep you grounded.

"cum inside me, please," you begged. "fi-fill me up."

"fuck, whatever you want, princess," he kept pounding into you at a rapid pace. "god, i'm gonna come inside you, and send you back to that scumbag of a boyfriend so he can see that you're mine now. so he can see what happens when his girlfriend is mistreated and fucked by someone who knows what they're doing, yea?"

"yea, yea!" you whined, nails digging back into his skin as he released his load into you, thrusting it gently back inside after.

"god, i love you so much," he moaned into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek by your ear.

"i love you," you replied, stroking his hair to help him come down, him still inside of you. he began thrusting inside of you once again.

"don't want any of it to spill out before you get to him," he felt you clench around him one more time. "you're very responsive, princess. i like that about you."

"it-it's just you, spence. it's always been you," you pulled him in for another kiss.

this one was full of passion but not the kind of eagerness. it was full of desire and longing, pent up emotions flowing out into one another fluidly.

"now let me go see my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend," you huffed as he pulled out of you, wincing from the overstimulation. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later," he pressed a kiss to your forehead before helping you gather your clothes.

driving back to his apartment, you felt rather giddy with yourself. should you have felt bad? absolutely not. he's a manipulative asshole who's used you for sex on numerous occasions, so he deserved the bittersweet irony of what was coming to him.

*get it, coming to him? lol i'm sorry i had to :)*

you knocked on the door softly, greeted by a rather chipper noah who grabbed your face as soon as he saw you, connecting your lips. his kiss was nothing like spencer's. his lips weren't as soft and tentative. they weren't plump and round, they were harsh and rough and unpleasant.

he quickly led you to the bedroom, not to your surprise. he sat down on the bed, you straddled his hips, acting as if it were spencer instead - which was pretty hard to do after knowing what he was like in the sack.

you felt his boner through his pants quickly after you got on top of him. then when he flipped you over and pulled your pants and underwear down, he was met with a surprise.

"someone's excited to see me," he chuckled before licking a thick stripe from your slit to clit, very aggressive to where it almost hurt to have the pressure. "god you taste so good, doll."

he continued at this for a while, inserting his tongue to your hole very once in a while and licking up yours and spencer's arousal with it. you faked your moans and whimpers as his ministrations became more eager, not really getting you anywhere.

after he was finished with your turn - no, he didn't even make you cum - he laid back on the bed as if he were waiting for you to get on top of him again.

"actually," you stood up from the bed, pulling up your clothes with you. "i'm done with this. we're over."

you watched his face as he took in the information just released to him. it changed from surprised and shocked, to confused, to disgusted, to angry and frustrated.

"what the fuck?" he sat up from the bed, a disgruntled look on his face. "you wait until after you cum to tell me this?" he walked over to you, arms flailing in the air.

"yea. i did. and by the way, i didn't cum," you informed him. "that's something you've never really been good at making me do. although i'm not sure how you've been able to convince me to do anything with the way you treat me."

"what do you mean? i'm a good gu-"

"shut up for one second, please," you rolled your eyes, running your hand through your hair. "i know you've cheated on me numerable times. i stayed because i thought that maybe there was a reason, but i've come to realize that i was just... settling with you," you shrugged.

"you've treated me like crap since this 'relationship' started and i'm tired of it. i know someone who not only treats me with respect and kindness, but can also actually make me cum. shocker," you chuckled.

"who is this asshole? what the hell-"

"i wasn't finished, sweetie," you spat out viciously. "he's not an asshole. you're the asshole. you're the one that's getting dumped. so this is goodbye," you turned around to walk out of his room before leaving him with one more thought. "how did his cum taste with mine?" you tilted your head innocently, smiling at his shocked face as he realized what you meant before walking out.

and you were never more glad that you didn't have to go back to him anymore.

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[whump-town]

If At First You Don't Succeed

try, try again

Warnings: major character death for starters, yeah I know ouch. alcohol (not used to clean any wounds bc he's dead so). blood. guns. knives. beating. you know just killing people stuff. naturally

No pairings – but, lowly, Hotch and Perotta out here having drinks so there's dating potential (if Hotch survived the interaction maybe they could have been bfs)

Nearly 5k words

Summary: Perotta escapes from prison and Hotch knows exactly what he wants

Spencer turns on the news in the bullpen, hoping to catch the weather forecast, his farmer’s almanac in his lap. He’s had a thing for the weather since he was child but now it’s evolved into a multi-faceted ordeal outside of just enjoying predicting the weather. Before it certainly was because he had no friends and the habitual nature of it soothed his nerves. Now he waits for the news every day with Dave, sometimes Derek wanders out too. They lean against the desks and sip their coffee, watching in silence until something interesting happens. Hotch joins them this time, his own steaming mug held in both his hands, and silently taking the chair Emily left empty. She’s doing a favor for another department – lost a bet with Hotch, something she should have known better than to do. Hotch isn’t a betting man but when he is, he doesn't lose.

The weather is cut off by breaking news and Spencer makes a distressed noise, obviously displeased that whatever dramatics have overtaken Quantico now could be more important than knowing if it’s going to keep raining or not. He starts to say something about the almanac, give his professional opinion, when the reporter starts talking. He’s stunned into silence.

On the corner of the screen Vincent Perotta looks back at them, Spencer doesn’t hear a word over the rush of blood in his ears. He looks back to Hotch but he’s looking at Derek, the two of them engaged in a silent conversation. They have already played out this story, escaped serial killer with a vendetta, and didn’t fare well for any of them. If this concerns Hotch he says nothing which is probably worse than if he did say something. At least then Spencer would know what he’s thinking. Instead he’s met by Hotch’s storming eyes, glancing at him before they return to the TV. Spencer keeps looking at him, his stomach aches, his hands twitching to do anything, something.

Hotch takes a sip of his coffee.

“You’re not worried about this?” Derek finally blurts out. He stands, looming over them all with his dark brows drawn down by the intensity of his own fear. “At all?”

Hotch takes another sip of coffee and sighs, setting his mug down on Emily's desk. “It’s out of our hands, Morgan. Unless they call us–” The reporter says a familiar name, one drastic enough that even Hotch’s slightly deafened ears pick up on. His attention snaps back to the television, the far right corner of the screen where Perotta’s face was has been replaced by the undercover federal agent they saved. Perotta’s last intended victim. James Baker.

“That’s the guy –” Spencer’s anxiety sky-rockets. He turns in his chair and reaches behind him for the tangle fidget toy Penelope gave him years ago. The colors have been worn down by his constantly fidgeting fingers but it’s still a relief to just have something he can move. He averts his gaze to the floor, trying to calm his breathing. He can feel the other three looking at him but only Hotch says anything.

He stands, slowly and using the edge of his desk. “There’s no reason to worry just yet,” Hotch says. To Spencer’s surprise Hotch puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezes gently. “Baker was a job,” he says, too calm in the face of the reality of the situation. “Perotta is a thrill killer in the middle of a manhunt, no alias to hide behind. The mob won’t front him, that draws too much attention to them. He has no place to lay low. They’ll catch him.” Hotch nods one final time and walks away, calm.

Derek pushes himself from his desk, darkly mumbling, “he’s fucking cop killer, too.”

Spencer watches him follow Hotch up into his office. He turns to Dave, watching him as he watches Hotch shut the door behind Derek, pointedly lowering his blinds. “Do you think we should be worried?” Hotch had sounded more like he was convincing himself than them and Derek’s concern seems to be in the same space, already convinced that they’re next on Perotta’s list.

Dave sighs, shrugs. “I don’t know, kid.” He shakes his head and then looks at Spencer, trying to put the facts together. “Remind me,” he asks, “Gideon the lead on that one?’

Spencer shakes his head, “no, Hotch, but they were sharing the duties. Hotch had the title but Gideon liked him better in the field. Said he was a good leader but wasted as profiler cooped up in the office, talking to Sheriffs.” Gideon had said far more than that. He hated forcing Hotch into the role as Unit Chief, he’s a brilliant leader. Fair and easy, he already won over the team, and with ease, but he had a knack for profiling. Empathetic and smart as a tac, he had no business bullshitting cops all day.

Dave hums, “and, Perotta, when they arrested him, who did the intake?”

Spencer squirms, heat rising up his collar. He knew they should be more worried. “They tracked him down to this – this junk yard and he attacked Hotch with a garrote. Wrapped it around his – his throat.” Spencer’s eyes wander, “the bruise was there for weeks. It was too high up so his collar didn’t hide it but he tried too anyway because I think he could tell it upset us to see it.” Spencer’s fingers start moving the tangle again, “He lost his voice for a few days. He couldn’t even eat, Garcia tried everything. Smoothies. Hot chocolate. Haley was going to make him go to the doctor because he lost so much weight and then, because Gideon said Hotch has an irrational fear of doctors and hospitals, then he started eating again. Not much and only when someone was watching. Saltine crackers and those little fruit cup bowls–”

Dave raises his hand, “Reid.” He’s gentle. “Who did the intake?”

Spencer takes a deep breath, “Morgan, Gideon, and Hotch.” Then, shakily, his lower lip twitching, “but Hotch talked to him last. They were the only ones who Perotta saw but Hotch… He took over for Gideon, I don’t know what they talked about. They just left, didn’t tell us what they figured out. Gideon wouldn’t let any of us see the interview. He always showed us the interviews because we were new and Gideon always said you learn best by example. But not that time.”

Dave hums.

“You’re worried.”

Dave pushes himself upright, “yes but you shouldn’t be.” Dave knows Gideon and he knows Hotch. No matter how protective Jason accused him of him, Jason was twice as bad. Aaron’s past was written into careful shadows but Jason could see right through it. That’s why Jason wouldn’t let them see the interview; whatever Hotch figured out and whatever he said to Perotta said just as much about him as it did about Perotta.

“But what about Morgan and Hotch?”

Dave shrugs, “they’re big boys.”

–––––

Hotch offers Morgan a drink, a simple tilt of his head towards the bottom drawer of his desk but Morgan shakes his head. Hotch sinks down into his office chair, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. “There’s nothing we can do about Perotta,” he says after a long pause. He can feel the heat of Morgan’s anger, knows it’s only a matter of time before Morgan blows this up. Rightfully so, just because they have no control over the situation doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous or scary.

But all Morgan does is sip his coffee, eyes averted to Hotch's office windows. To the rain pelting the glass. “Where’s Jack?” He knows Hotch has to be thinking the same thing, about Foyet and the threat of Perotta hovering over them. Morgan does not have many assets to be concerned for. The safest place for his family to be is far away from him but Jack is not the same as Fran.

“Jessica’s,” Hotch grunts. He rubs his fingers, picks at the skin of his thumb. “She picked him up for school. They’re going to her parent’s, it’s Roy’s birthday.”

Morgan nods, “whole weekend?”

“Tell Monday.”

“Good,” Morgan whispers.

They’re both thinking the same thing. Perotta tortured his victims. Blood and rats. That’s a slow, awful way to go. Nine stab wounds is like child’s play in comparison.

“You gonna be home all weekend then?”

Hotch nods, either way honestly, even without Perotta out and about. Reading or watching TV, probably catching up on sleep and laundry. Leave only for a morning jog or groceries for the week.

“Do you mind –” it feels both over precautionary and yet necessary. “Do you think we should check-in? Every hour or so?” Derek sits up a little more, searching Hotch's face for anything, something. But he’s just pale and distracted. “I don’t want to jump to conclusions but the last time–”

“That’s fine,” Hotch cuts him off. There, Derek catches just a flicker but it’s discomfort. Hotch stiffens ever so slightly at Derek’s attempt to bring Foyet up. “Talk to the others. Don’t worry them about this. Perotta won’t want anything to do with them and if we can’t find Jason…”

Derek nods, Perotta never even saw Penelope, JJ, or Spencer.

Hotch leans his head down into his hand and Derek stands up, he’s going to excuse himself, go get some work done but Hotch clears his throat. Now Derek sees how tired he looks, the concern burning his eyes. “Derek? Just be careful.”

He, honestly, doesn't think anyone else is in danger, least of all JJ or Penelope. He’s not sure what to do about Emily or Dave, neither were here when they took Perotta in but it still concerns him.

He knows who Perotta is coming for and, despite the implication, that is relief.

Yet for all Hotch knows about the man, he is surprised that the hitman knocks on his apartment door. He knows it’s not Derek, they had their check-in nearly thirty minutes ago. Spencer is sleeping. Penelope is in a knitting group. Henry is sick. Dave and Emily both have keys they use like they own the place, they never knock.

Hotch assumed he would be ambushed unexpectedly. His only warning a broken windows glass glinting on the carpet or the omniscient crunch of gravel behind him before a spike of pain. He presumed things would go this time as they had last time; quickly. Except Morgan and Gideon wouldn’t materialize at the last moment. Save him from the crushing pressure across his windpipe.

Hotch finds himself pleasantly surprised to see Vincent standing in his doorway. All things considered, he does prefer this. Hotch eyes the man carefully, “I didn’t think you’d knock.” He opens the door further, steps out of the way so Vincent can come into his apartment. He hears Vincent slide his gun back into the holster, surprised that he’s being met with hospitality and not a fist. “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?” He walks towards the kitchen, pulling down two glasses and then faltering. He looks over his shoulder at Vincent, the hitman standing over by the bookshelf built into the TV stand. “I suppose water seems like a rather silly thing to offer considering how tonight is going to end. Would you care for something stronger?”

Vincent turns, the depth of his voice surprising Hotch after not having heard it for so long. “Haven’t had a drink in years.” He comes through the living room, touching everything he can reach, not unlike a petulant toddler walking through the grocery store.

Hotch pours two heavy glasses – good stuff Dave got him for Christmas. He has to break the seal, hasn’t had a reason to even open it but now seems as good a time as any. He would at least like to know if it’s any good. It takes all of Hotch’s self-control not to flinch when he turns and finds Vincent hovering closely. “Here you go,” he hands Vincent the glass. “Friend gave me this. He’s–” Hotch clicks his tongue, humming shortly when Vincent knocks back most of his glass in two sharp gulps.

Hotch raises his own glasses slowly, takes a sip. The Deja Vu upsets his stomach, anxiety makes his bones feel twisted in their sockets. “You know,” he says, leaning back against the cabinets and trying to force himself to enjoy the burn of the alcohol. “You’re not the first serial killer to attack me in this apartment.”

Vincent drowns the rest of his glass and looks strangely disappointed. “I wish I’d known,” Vincent says sincerely. “I would have found you someplace else.”

“How thoughtful.”

Vincent shrugs, “I’ve had a lot of time to think, Agent Hotchnner. That often lends itself to thoughtfulness.” Hotch hums in agreement. They stand there for a long moment, Hotch nods his head towards the bottle. Wordlessly granting Vincent another glass. He over pours himself and then tops Hotch off too. “You were expecting me?” Vincent asks, sipping his glass.

Hotch hums again, nodding. “We have unfinished business.” Who else is left to be interested in? Perhaps Gideon but Perotta didn’t try to strangle the life out of Gideon. Besides, they have a lot of unspoken things to talk about. Some grow up to catch them. Pretty tilted way to leave things off.

Vincent finishes his second glass the same way he did the first and puts his empty glass down. He sighs, sucking a breath in through his teeth, and Hotch braces for impact.

He told the Agent Baker’s handler that Perotta would not react to violence. Pain, like anything, can also become lackluster. The brain stops processing certain things if they’re constant enough, it’s why you can’t ever gauge exactly what you or your home smells like but your friends can identify these scents. The same constant stimuli numbs the brain to its recognition. It’s evolution, apparently.

It’s agony.

How much pain do you have to be in, every day, all the time, to learn to just shut it out? Desensitized. Underwhelmed. Lower the threshold so intensely that it’s far more dangerous than it is evolutionarily impressive.

Hotch’s threshold has lost the intensity it once had but he’s no stranger to pain. He stays awake as Vincent’s fingers curl in the back of his hair, his nose giving a sickening crunch as Vincent bounces his head off counter. His knees give out from beneath him, the shock of the blow making his eyes water. He’s pulled up by his shirt, dragged towards the living room. Hotch can’t keep up and he stumbles, trips and falls back down. Vincent kicks him, aims right for his ribs and Hotch cries out as the bones give beneath Vincent’s assault. He’s pinned against the cabinets, and can't do anything to protect himself.

Just when he thinks he can’t take it, the kicks aimed at the arms he’s raised to protect his head – two, three kicks catching his jaw and temple – Vincent hauls him back upright.

Hotch scrambles, grabbing Vincent’s arm as he’s held up by a fist-ful of his hair. He staggers along, legs useless beneath him. Vincent pushes him down and Hotch chuckles, wiping the back of his mouth with a shaky hand.

“Laughing?” Vincent says, “you’re more like me than I thought.”

Hotch shakes his head, “what a psychopath?” He chuckles, “no, no, I’m surprised.” He spits blood down onto the carpet but more just takes it place in his mouth. “You killed Agent Baker, the old way. The right way. Tied him to a chair. Torture. Slow.” He’s breathless, the affair of talking makes him dizzy. Hotch drops down onto one outstretched arm, the other on his side. He feels his ribs moving with his breath, broken. “You like it slow. The same. It’s always the same.” He has to shut his eyes, body swaying as he struggles to stay awake. “What’d I do?” he slurs. “What’d I say?”

Hotch looks down at the carpet, a line of red drool connecting his lips to the beige carpet. He startles when Vincent grabs his hair, jerks his head back with a sick snap of his neck. A blade comes to his throat, the edge biting into his flesh. His fingers, slick with blood, slide uselessly across the skin of Vincent’s wrist. “Not here,” he gasps. For the first time, his heart beats wildly in his chest. Fear, bright and ugly in his eyes. “Please,” he says, wetly coughing and wheezing on the blood sliding from his broken nose down the back of his throat. “Not here.”

Vincent scoffs but doesn’t release his hold. “Are you begging for your life, Agent Hotchner?”

Hotch strains his eyes trying to look back at Vincent. He meets the man’s eyes and manages to shake his head. “No,” he says. He spits blood out of his mouth. “Just don’t do it here.”

“Why not?”

Hotch closes his eyes, he’s not sure if this is the right thing to say. He can’t be certain how Vincent will react. “I have a son,” he admits. Silence. “He’s nine.” When he opens his eyes he’s not sure what the look on Vincent’s face means. “My – My wife,” Haley, God, Haley. Will she be there? When this is over, when Vincent is done, will she be there? “My wife died a few years ago,” his voice is breathy, strained from the hold Vincent has on his head, forcing his throat back. “I don’t want him to see – to come home and find me... I haven’t been a perfect father, Vincent, but you and I both know what it does to a child to see… to see that.” Tears prick at the corners of his eyes and blinks them away, tries to swallow them down. The blood chokes him and he coughs again, blood coming up his throat. He can’t breathe for a terrifying second, can’t pull in a breath, only more blood. The knife remains there at his throat, cutting into his skin with every ragged cough that tears up out of his chest. It’s now or never.

He’s surprised that Vincent lets him go. His hair is released and Vincent pushes his shoulders forward. Hotch falls hard, crumples. He can’t be all that grateful as he curls down, one hand bracing his broken ribs and the other trying to catch the blood spraying out of his mouth. He’s too shaky, too weak to force himself back up so he just lays there. Presses his face down into the dirty carpet.

Vincent clears his throat, wipes his hands on his trousers and slides the knife back into the sheath at his side. “That’s fine,” he says, attempting coldness, removal but Hotch has struck a chord. “This place is a dump anyways. Shitty beer.”

Hotch forces his weight onto his left side, shakily holding himself up. “Forgive me, I wasn’t prepared to entertain guests.”

“Don’t let it happen again.” The sarcasm makes Hotch smirk and Vincent shakes his head, trying to hide his own amusement. After a moment he puts the glass back on the coaster and sighs. “Better get going then. The clock is ticking.” Vincent squats down, roughly pulling Hotch’s chest up, making to move so he can lift Hotch into a fireman's hold.

Ribs on fire, in so much pain he can’t get in full breath. Hotch pushes Vincent away. Lost in his agony, he sees black spots swimming. “Wait,” he gasps. With a grunt Vincent stands him upright, Hotch can hear the blood pounding in his head and his grip on Vincent’s shirt too weak. His knees lock beneath him and he rushes out a punched cough. “Wait,” his vision blacks out.

Hotch comes back slowly, his stomach churning and head pounding. There’s cold, wet air blowing across his face. It makes his skin sting but he grows into awareness.

“Typical of you Fed type,” Vincent says from somewhere to the left. “Sleeping through all the hard work.”

Hotch groans, eyes trying desperately to roll back into his head. His entire body is slumped to the right, braced by a car door. He can’t remember getting out here – the faintest grasping, fleeting memory of a gunshot. Vincent hits the brakes hard, and Hotch’s ribs rub together. He strangles a shout, trembling with his skin broken out in a cold sweat. Vision dancing. Black spots creeping in.

Vincent leans over and hits his leg, hard enough to bruise if Hotch lives long enough for the blood to coagulate. It’s more of a punch and it jostles Hotch roughly. “Stay awake.”

Hotch pulls in a wheezy breath, wet from the blood coating the back of his throat. He forces his eyes open but can’t focus on anything, just scans the blurry, lamp illuminated street. The road is wet from a recent rain storm so he focuses on the wet rushing sound of the tires.

“You have a son.”

Hotch’s body stiffens, suddenly the effort to breath is worth it as he forces himself upright. Uses his arms to push his body into position. “Yes.”

Vincent looks over and then back to the road. “Nine, you said.”

“Yes.”

“You ever hit him?”

He didn’t want children but he did. The idea of them terrified him, the idea of parenting someone so irrational and imperfect. That it might spark within him the darkness his father carried. That Hotchner temper has always been in the back of his mind, a seething voice nudging him towards the edge.

“No,” Hotch rasps. “Not once. Not ever.”

Vincent hums, more a surprised grunt. “ ‘suppose it’s true then,” he says. “What you said about most people’s old man.”

Hotch nods, letting himself lean back over into the door. The cold glass against his skin. “I had a college professor tell me that,” he says after a long moment. “Told me, uhm, that the things I thought were normal were series, severe cases of child abuse.” Hotch starts to chuckle but stops, grabs his ribs. “I thought that was normal, too, Vincent. Getting knocked around a little. Who’s dad didn’t leave bruises?” He closes his eyes, gives into the weight and burn of keeping them open. “Thought… Thought everyone’s dad beat ‘em around. Builds character.”

Vincent grunts, “well maybe I still think yours should have knocked you around some more.” His tone is decisive, “you still can’t take a punch.”

Hotch hums, “maybe.” He shifts, trying to find a position that doesn’t make it feel like he’s experiencing some sort of rogue field surgery. Like someone’s fingers are in his ribs prying them apart. “Though, maybe yours should have taught you how to throw one. My dad hit me harder, drunk blind.”

Vincent laughs – a deep terrifying sound.

Hotch hopes he never hears it again.

The car stops, thrown into park and forces Hotch forward, grinding his ribs. He can’t hear Perotta getting out of the car over the rush of blood in his ears. His face is hot and his heart feels swollen, too large in his chest. Perotta opens his door and grabs Hotch, pulling him forward. Hotch can’t catch himself. He falls down into the gravel, so far gone that it doesn’t sting as it bites into his knees. He leans down and cries out as Vincent starts to lift him up, one arm under Hotch’s. “No,” he rasps. “No, please, just do it here.” He looks out over the empty lot. There’s nothing to hide behind, Vincent can manage to drag his body a few more feet when it’s no longer his problem. There’s some dumpsters a few feet away. At least this way no one has to go searching. “Vincent–”

“Get the fuck up.”

Vincent starts to pull him again and Hotch’s eyes roll back in his head, he loses consciousness quickly, coming back as Vincent grinds his toe on Hotch's fingers. “I can’t,” he says. “I think –” he’s not breathing right. His ribs are putting pressure on his lungs. Punctured something. His abdomen is tight and hot. “ ‘m bleeding internally,” he touches his stomach and winces just at the light, fluttering touch. “I can’t Vincent.” He lets his head fall back on the gravel, the sweat in his hair the perfect place for the dust to settle. As grey as it’ll ever get. “Just do it here. Just kill me here.”

Vincent stares down at him for a long moment and then turns and smashes his fist on the roof of the car. “Fine.” He shouts, angrily he pulls the gun out and Hotch closes his eyes. He’s shaking with anticipation, waiting for the relief of his pain to be gone but Vincent just stands there.

“Come on,” Hotch rasps. “The suspense is going to kill me at this point.”

Vincent can’t do it.

Hotch had known something was wrong when he saw the knife in Vincent’s boot. Of all the victims, Vincent had only shown mercy to Helen DiMarco but that was because she was a woman. His only female victim. The only victim who went quick.

That’s what binds them. Their mothers. Their fathers. Hotch assumed that would fuel Vincent, not handicap him.

“It’s not your fault, you know,” Hotch whispers. It’s so instinctive to find these little things and he feels remorse for Vincent. For the fact that he got a life, a wife and a child and friends when he severely doubts that Vincent has been shown even an ounce of kindness his entire life. He smiles sadly, “it’s not. The debate is always nature vs nurture but the answer is nurture.” He has to brace his ribs again, dark spots dancing around Vincent’s head. “Do you have any idea,” he can only get out a few words at a time. Two or three between gasping breaths, “how easy it is to wire a child’s brain the wrong way when they’re little? They live off of mirror neurons. They’ve done studies of newborns with EEGs that show depression because their mothers had post-partum. Love, for God sake, isn’t even always enough. Those babies had no lack of love but children…” He loses the train of thought. “They’re – They’re...”

He’s not even sure where he’s pulling this from, why he cares. He’s going to die either way. A bullet is faster but his injuries are too intense for him to last the night. Slim chance help can get to him in time and he knows Vincent won’t take him and even if he did… he’ll die in transport.

“I have never hit my son,” he promises. “I still fear it, that one day I’ll cross that line. I can feel my father, I know you can feel yours too.” Talking is so hard. He tries to speak again but he just ends up wheezing, breathing in too much blood into his lungs. He leans his head down in the gravel, eyes half-lidded. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “You could have had a better life, should have. Friends… they’re a lot of upkeep, friends, but they’re not all bad.” He’s dreamily lost his train of thought. Thinking about Spencer and Emily and Penelope. Even Derek. Probably blowing his phone up right now. “You deserved better,” Hotch finally says, too weak to keep going. He’s not buying time, he tries to remember. There’s nothing else. He closes his eyes, “we both did.”

They’re warped versions of one another.

Nearly parallel lines, it's a sick twisted fate they crossed but inevitable.

Vincent raises the gun back up, finger over the trigger.

Hotch opens his eyes, bloodshot and weak. He smiles, “it’s not your fault, I forgive you, Vincent. ”

[eitelle]

streamer kenma hours 😄

prompt (??): kenma (@/kodzuken) is a popular streamer (ur his s/o 😏) and you do the TikTok trend where you make him cuddle you while he’s playing games

pairings: kenma kozume x gn!reader (gender neutral) but put in any of your preferred pronouns as well if you’d like

TW: a bit of cursing but for the most part none. this is pretty much fluff of a dream I had 💀

ayo this is my first (fanfic?) checkk ‼️😤

A/N: how do I use this app 😀 ok so like idk how tumblr works bc I’m not smart enough so imma treat it like wattpad only I get to shitpost. Wait fuck am I allowed to curse. Fuck. Damn. Wait shit. I mean- ok never mind. Um anyways... this is like a dream I had and I wanted to put it into words ig? Idk 😭 but anyways yeah. oh also put in requests if u want bc I have like no creativity 😔

After a long hard day at your job, a few minutes before you were done for the day a customer at the store you worked at decided to spill coffee all over you. Now of course this wasn’t their fault in the slightest but on top of the stress from your job it was too much and you let yourself off of work a few minutes early. You checked your notifications and realized your boyfriend, kenma kozume (@/kodzuken) and popular game streamer was streaming and wouldn’t be able to hold you when you got home.

You screamed in frustration in your car as you drove away, angry at the bad luck you’ve been facing today. You check to see if kenma maybe got off stream early and give him a call, but it rings a couple times and goes straight to voicemail. You accept defeat and continue driving, until out of nowhere it starts pouring rain outside.

“Why goddamnit! Of all days I had to not bring an umbrella today was the day,” you mutter as you put up your windshield wipers, hoping the rain would go away by the time you got home. It didn’t. After you finally pull up to your flat in Tokyo, you run, taking all of your stuff through the pouring rain making sure to lock your car. Once you hop into the elevator and wait until it stops at your level (sry if this isn’t accurate lmao I’m not rich 💀) you try to pat yourself dry.

“Y/n, get it together,” you say shivering, hoping that kenmas stream wouldn’t see you as you haven’t been shown on camera yet. Not that your boyfriend is ashamed of you, no, quite the opposite. He knows that some of his fans can be a little, overwhelming to say the least, and would rather keep you away from death threats and bullying online. The elevator finally dings and stops at your flat where you collect your stuff and get into the place you call home. Unable to tell kenma you’re home like you normally do you shoot him a quick text:

To: future husband ‼️😏

hey bub im home... just thought I should let you know. love you <//3

delivered at 21:17pm

After heading over to your shared bedroom and changing into one of his hoodies and sweats, you plop down on the couch and check your phone, seeing a video on TikTok. Apparently it’s a trend to go over and cuddle your s/o while they’re gaming and your bf is a streamer/gamer so you think you should try it on him. Remembering that he has a copy of his stream and you can ask for the footage later, you decide to act now, think later. Surges of adrenaline hitting you in waves, your legs decide to have a mind of their own as you make your way to his gaming room.

Doing a quick knock so that he isn’t so suprised and so you won’t chicken out, you tell him, “bub, I’m coming in ok?” in the most innocent tone you can muster, and open his door, finding him staring at you. No, gaping at you as you make your way over to him looking at his paused video game and the stream chat moving so fast you can only make out a couple words. Some of which being “s/o, lying, sibling, and banana.” Wait maybe that last one wasn’t quite right but you get the point and are shocked at the effect you have. He moved his microphone away from his mouth although its a futile attempt as the high quality technology of his headset picks up the conversation just as easily.

“Kitten what are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be home for a couple more minutes and you know how I feel about your face being shown on cams,” the last part sounding very possesive but protective on your end.

Realizing that although you tell yourself it’s just for a TikTok, you didn’t need to lie when giving him a reason and you really do want cuddles. “I’m sorry bub I was just having a bad day at work so I came home a little early and I wanted cuddles. You didn’t respond to my text and I didn’t know you were streaming,” you tell him giving him a look that you know he can’t refuse. As he stares at you dumbfounded, you can’t help laugh a little at the in shock way he looks.

“Fine,” he grits out with no malice and you can tell it didn’t take much to get him to agree. As he moves his microphone back to where it was, you climb onto his lap, straddling his waist, as you wrap your arms around the nape of his neck. “Everyone, meet my... s/o y/n,” he tells the stream while chat goes crazy and you start to get comfy. “We’ve been dating for 3 years now and I haven’t shown their face or revealed I had a s/o because I didn’t want them to receive hate. That being said, now that you all know who they are, please treat them with respect and kindness. They make me really happy,” he says looking at you lovingly as you turn your head to meet his gaze at his words. You blush and turn away, busying yourself with putting his hair back up into a low bun and familiarizing yourself with his steady heartbeat as you cuddle him, slowly falling asleep in his lap.

Kenmas pov: (ahaha bet you weren’t expecting that one)

Now that the stream had ended and I finished my game, winning of course, I was getting sleepy as well, y/n already fast asleep in my lap before I even got 15 kills.

I pick her up watching her snore slightly and drool a little thinking they were the most precious thing ever. As I walk over to our room, careful not to wake them, I murmur subconsciously, “I love you so much baby” not expecting them to repeat the same thing to me in their sleep. When I finally reach our room I lay them down carefully, making sure they wouldn’t wake up as I went to brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

After I finished with hygiene (that’s important kids 😀) and changed into pajamas, I tiptoed back to our bed tucking us both in and cuddling with them, already half asleep.

Fan watching the stream pov: (why am I making so many povs? The world will never know.)

OMG. OMG. THE KODZUKEN JUST ANNOUNCED TO ME AND THE OTHER 2.5 MILLION PEOPLE ON HIS STREAM THAT HE HAS A S/O. Theyre gorgeous of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less, and the way they look at each other- wow. I quickly open Twitter and not to my suprise everyone is freaking out over kodzukens ethereal s/o (thats you babe 😉).

[tsukishimaenthusiast]

Hello can I ask for headcanons where Kuroo Sugawara and Tsukki (separately) see their fem s/o without makeup for the first time after dating for a few months?

kuroo, sugawara, and tsukishima seeing their s/o without makeup for the first time

kuroo:

you were running late for school

and you didn’t have time to do your makeup

so you put on ur uniform and ran out of the house

you entered your classroom and tried to cover your face

but your bf kuroo ran up to you

“hey baby,” he said while turning you around

he barely looked at you but he still leaned in to kiss you

you tried to turn your head away but he grabbed your chin

“why are you not looking at me, y/n?”

you looked up at him and he jus stared at u

“i was running late… i didn’t have time to do my makeup.”

kuroo grabbed your head with both hands and started moving your face around

and he was like,,, really exaggerating it lol

you felt exposed™️ tho so u lightly hit his chest

“yea! i don’t see any difference. you still look beautiful, y/n.”

kuroo gave you another quick kiss and smiled

you chuckled and lightly pushed him away as you headed towards your seat

sugawara:

you stayed home from school bc u were just NOT having it ykyk

sugawara said he’ll stop by after practice to catch you up on the school work you missed

you were napping and woke up when your phone started ringing

“i’m outside,” sugawara said through the phone

oh man… u weren’t wearing any makeup and sugawara has never seen you without it

you didn’t want to make him wait even more tho so u opened the door

“hi beautiful!! how are you doing?”, sugawara asked while grabbing your waist

“i’m fineee…”

sugawara sat down next to you and noticed that you weren’t really looking at him

“is everything okay… woah, you look super tired, y/n.”

homeboy was talking about ur dark circles oh noooo😭😭😭

“i don’t have any makeup on, that’s why.”

sugawara’s eyes widen

homie legit FLINGS himself on top of you

“i’m sorry if i offended you!!! you still look amazing y/n! i was just worried…”

he starts kissing you all over ur face and u can’t help but laugh at his apologies

tsukishima:

u got caught in the rain w tsukishima

so ur makeup’s already fucked up

but youse are wet so tsukki tells u to shower before i get sick

ur getting dressed in the clothes he left for you

and u look in the mirror n ur like oh wait… im mf barefaced

so u kinda wait in the bathroom a bit

tsukki knocks on the door, “what’s taking so long?”

you walk out while looking down

“what’s wrong? are you not feeling well?”

yall tsukkis a softie n he cares about u so that’s why he’s so concerned🥺

“you don’t notice any difference?”, you ask

tsukishima looks at you for about 5 secs before saying, “oh. you don’t have makeup… well, there’s no difference. still fugly.”

“kei!!!!”

you only pout at him but on the inside ur crying bc that shit lowkey hurted

tsukki pulls you in for a hug (even tho he hasn’t taken a shower yet) and kisses you on your forehead

“y/n, you know i’m joking…”

you look at him and furrow your eyebrows

“stop… you still look pretty.”

he turned his head away from you for a sec

but you grab his face so he can look at u again

n he’s blushing😔😔😔👉🏼👈🏼

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

bhah ch7 can’t stop won’t stop

lmao Dani being like ‘we should wait to discuss kids til after we’re married’ yes doesn’t seem like a giant thing u should make sure u agree on before u make a major commitment at all

Dani is so in love with Jamie sdjkhdfkjg driving to her house on instinct and just like...gazing at her in her old t-shirt and sweats like you’ve finally seen the light girl just kiss her already

god I can’t believe I have 2 more chapters of them as adults just being the absolute perfect match for each other to get through before they finally kiss in ch 11 (i’m maninfesting it no one say anything) I am literally going to scream. Dani will like... feel a little off and it’s all “i need to go to Jamie’s house and also tell Jamie everything and she will make me tea and let me be myself without all the expectations and I will feel better” I AM VERY HAPPY SHE CAN BE THAT FOR YOU BUT ALSO CAN YOU SEE WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE MS CLAYTON (actually I think she kind of does but she must extract herself from her real life first I guess)

oh no the new chapter is almost here I still have so much to read

forget ‘there was only one bed’ this is now a ‘there was only one tent’ stan blog only

thirsty Dani truly is the funniest I am so sorry ur suffering is so entertaining. Dani: literally whacks her finger with a mallet bc horny for Jamie. Me: uncontrollable chortling

the idea of Dani wrangling 8 year olds that are probably just about as tall as her is too funny. tiny legend

aww the lil background Hannah and Owen moments. cute

Dani in a big ol’ straw hat pls that’s so cute

this Jackie and Jamie situation..... GIVE US THE DEETS

hmmmmnnnnnngggg Jamie just straight down on her knees in front of Dani to tie her shoe lace I will absolutely let u have this gay panic Dani u don’t deserve to be made fun of right now

Jamie “I have a story” absolutely NOT

Viola, emerging from the lake in this no ghosts childhood friends story: surprise bitch

these two drunk idiots are literally teenagers dsjkhdfkgjh just get in ur tent

Dani, drunk in a tiny tent w the love of her life: hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me

when we finally get a Jamie on her knees redemption moment-

Dani, drunk in a tiny tent w the love of her life currently taking her clothing off: oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck (y’all really wanted to torture her this chapt huh?)

“dawn was a saffron colored suggestion peeking through a pinhole gap in the tent’s zipper” god that’s a pretty sentence can i pls borrow some talent

Jamie and Dani w kids is sooooo cute they have such a nice balance between them

just thinking about if teenage Jamie desperately in love w her bestie could see things now Dani being all into her w all her lingering looks etc how the fuckin turn tables

“Dani kept a firm grip on her sanity” lol

oh my god they’re both drenched in the tent w the soft lamplight and only their own bodyheat to keep warm whatever will they do

oh wait they also have the heat of their burning attraction to each other they’ll be toasty as anything

hhhhngggg abs

that’s like 4 mentions of Jamie on her knees aklhfdkjgkdjh enough

lads is it gay to imagine running ur fingertips over the scar on your friends back before pressing ur lips to it or...?

Jamie taking the time to teach Dani car things aww

lol not the smutty book

eddie honking at her gets so under my skin like my dude... my guy... stop

Dani thinking so hard about rain damp Jamie and how much she wanted to jump her while she’s in the car w her boyf and MIL. girl

imagine if we had to sit through a dani and eddie wedding before she finally managed to call this off how cursed

ayoooo Carson’s show I cannot wait. omg we get it this chapter too gbless this really is the Dani suffering hours

Jamie just so casually like.... not even flirting w Dani it’s all just kinda observations but every other thing she says makes Dani stop breathing skdhfdkfjh this is so good

Dani has like... a lack of object permanence but with Jamie feelings ok

pleeease the Dani Carson road trip that’s so cute I can just imagine what fun they would have had

uuughhh i wanna go to a sweaty bar n listen to loud music again

also would like a Jamie to press their hand to my lower back n make me lose my mind in a sweaty bar to loud music

this lil jamie dani carson trio is my faaaave

“Girls must be all over you.” and Jamie choking on her drink dsfkjsdhkf oh Dani u beautiful naive angel. god that’s so funny

Robin instantly going for Jamie... same bro

Carson’s lil found family band pls my heart is so full

Carson calling them his sisters n Jamie freezing up bby when are u going to accept these people care abt u and love u like family

Robin is so brazenly just like ‘ur hot’. a voice of the people i love her

Dani being lowkey jealous as IF Ms Taylor has eyes for anyone else babe

Carson knoooowwwwws. When do we get the Carson O’Mara biopic please I want his takes on everything I know they’re excellent

oh my god Jamie knowing Dani’s fave kind of pizza pls I love that so much (I can’t remember if it’s been mentioned in the past few chapters but I remember her being mad that Eddie didn’t in CH1? i love this lil detail) (also I literally just ate vegge pizza I feel so immersed in this experience)

dfkgjhdfkjgh Jamie licking her finger and Dani completely combusting this is so entertaining

fuck n then it gets all soft and about how they’ve been in love their whole lives this is emotional whiplash

Jamie constantly in protector mode but in this really quiet comforting way is so sweet I love her so much

god I just feel so bad for Dani that this kind of insane electricity she has with Jamie has probably never been a thing in her relationship w Ed bby u deserve someone that makes u feel like this

awww Carsons bf

Dani’s soul leaving her body when she sees them kissing oh no

Jamie giving Dani her jacket pleeease I am dying here... the romance of it all

and shariing cigarettes and intense looks these two really are somethin else

lmao even Robin is picking up on their vibes you two could level a building with the amount of tension between u

Dani’s moment of Realisation abt Carson n Jamie just being like... well yeah

lmao Dani subtly trying to figure out if Jamie is gettin’ it sdkgdfhkjgh

when these do two finally get together both of them are gonna be like... taken out by all of this. Dani has only ever known Eddie who just does not get her (and the fact that she is a lesbian so she’s never had real feelings for him in that way) and it seems like Jamie has only ever had surface level relationships with people who never really got her either (while also being in love w her best friend who she never thought would love her back). there’s no way this is wont eventually make at least one person cry a bunch (probably me) with how right all of it is

god Dani is so horny for Jamie sdflkdfjgkfdj preemptive RIP for Ms Taylor when Dani finally does get to live out all these daydreams on her I just know someones gonna end up pulling somethin

Does Dani like.... get that she will never love Edmund that way like is she fully aware of the fact she loves him but she’s not in love with him and all these feelings for Jamie aren’t just because it’s Jamie but because she’s not straight??? have we gone on that journey yet

aw Ed waited up for her

the book the book the book

dsfkdhfgkj oh Dani

“Jamie on her knees, looking up at her” listen-

girl u are so fucked

SIX. SIX MENTIONS OF JAMIE ON HER KNEES pls

THE DREAM

who could this possibly be about hmmmm Dani

christ

THE MEASURES SHE TAKES TO DEAL WITH THE DREAM lordt

“baffled but excited” i think is how I almost always picture eddie lol

dang get it girl take control

aw dani u poor confused little duck. i just wanna give her a hug

Dani dressed as Dorothy is awfuly cute

heh Jamie as a wolf i love her fursona

lmao toto

of course Jamie is well aquainted with the bleachers. cheeky. oh no not the art room. Dani dying inside and then imagining herself there with Jamie girl has got it baaaad u poor lil repressed gayby

Dani is... so thirsty... goddamn

lmao Jamie blatantly checking her out are u trying to kill her she already wants to rip ur clothes off

“To the third floor art room?” dfksdhfgkjdfhgjdhf imagine if this was it they just banged it out in the art room right now n got things sorted

god they go from horny to soft so quick i love the ways they care about each other

Jamie saying the scarecrow costume is fitting for Eddie PLEASE

ooh the infamous hickey

What Dani deseves: snuggles. What Dani recieves: struggles

the MEMES. god bless the memes

this was an excellent companion for my Wednesday hopefully I can churn through the rest of em before we are blessed w ch11 amen

[leotssukinaga]

Oikawa and Mattsun Fluff HCS

Anon requested:  hiii! can i request fluffy hcs for the seijoh third years? (if all 4 of them is too much u can pick the ones u wanna do) A/N: seijoh’s third years do be hitting different tho. we all know I'm soft for iwa but I chose not to include him n makki for no reason other than I've been up for 23 hours and I didn't have the energy to write more than 2 ppl rn >_< i’ll probably write those two when I wake up tho (also: pls forgive any mistakes im sleep deprived ill proof read this again when im awake and fluent in english again) (also also: lmk if u wanna read the love letter mattsun got bc i did actually write it and if theres interest ill post it kdjsd)

Oikawa:

you'd think Tōru would expect confessions by now, right? and yea he does but NOT FROM HIS FUCKIN CRUSH

he doesn't know what to do and you've never seen him lose his composure like this

you expected him to give you some cheery apology and send you on your way not take 89 days to respond and refuse to make eye contact

so when he FINALLY gets out that he likes you, too, and he never expected that you'd like him back you're over the moon.

well, your first reaction is that he better not be fucking with you

but he assures you that iwa would likely kill him for playing a prank like that

*fraggle voice* whoopee!! you have a Boyfriend now

this boy is soft for u and u only

honestly? he'd probably stop flirting w the fangirls unless u told him not to

bc he loves you and he never wants to make you feel insecure

if you told him not to stop he'd still keep it to a minimum

a playful wink here and there but in conversation? not so much

"So oikawa, a new coffee shop opened in town and I was thi-"

"Really? I'll have to take Y/N there this weekend. Thanks for telling me!"

If he was worried abt how they'd treat you, he probably wouldn't drop your name. He'd still talk about you though, he'd just call you "my s/o" and so on so forth

for the first few months of ur relationship at least you guys keep it on the down low

not that he wants to!! boy is clingy he wants to be holding your hand 24/7 but he cares about you and he knows his fans would eat you for breakfast if they knew

and he wants to spend as much time dating you without people getting in the way as he can

so for the first few months only iwa knows

but if you can hold your own against them then after a while he'll be bolder and more open abt being w u and eventually, everyone will know

and if you'd rather keep it quiet still, he respects that. hell blow your phone tf up tho if he can't be with you physically he's gonna text u non stop

you wake up every day not to a good morning text but to 6 or 7 YouTube links to videos about aliens

and you're just like "morning babe. wanna tell me what time you went to sleep last night?" and he will avoid that question like the plague

he's terrible. you love him

depending on your tolerance, you probably join forces w iwa

bc you love Tōru!! he is however annoying as fuck sometimes and iwa is good at helping you deal w him when he's being Oikawa

but God, you wouldn't change him for the world

you're lucky to have him, and you tell him that every day

Mattsun:

mattsun was a little surprised when you confessed to him, actually

he'd known you for a little while, though not too well

well enough to develop a Historic crush on you, though

when you started showing up to practice games he assumed you were there for oikawa

sad boymattsun hours initiated

iwa gets the brunt of people talking to him just to get close to oikawa but mattsun and makki experience it somewhat too and he thinks that's what ur friendship is

so when you corner him after a practice game with red cheeks and an envelope he assumes it's for oikawa

but you thrust it into his hands and beg him not to read it until he gets home and apologise for your handwriting (which he's seriously gonna ask you about because you have lovely writing??? please write him letters.)

and he's like? is it really for me??

AND IT FUCKIN IS

and it's long and rambly and all over the place because that's you

and he wants to frame it and put it on his bedside table.

you wrote him a love letter.

you called him an asshole in it.

he really, really wants to kiss you

he writes you a letter in return.

you borderline cry reading it and immediately text him (letter writing takes too damn long)

new quest: dating mattsun

quest objectives: find mattsun. go on a date with mattsun. kiss mattsun (eventually)

(no I can't stop with the game references)

by God are you guys cute

mattsun is an amazing bf

suuuper good listener and really good at telling when somethings wrong

and he gives the warmest hugs

you want mattsuns arms around you 24/7

when you've had a bad day and you meet up w him after practice and he hugs you it's like everything melts away

he’ll whisper to you while you hug

telling you how much you mean to him and kissing just underneath your ear

speaking of kissing his kisses are just *chefs kiss*

your first kiss wouldn't have been out of place in a romance movie (more on that later)

but honestly, every kiss from him feels like there should be some big swell of music that matches the way it makes your heart swell

he's soft with it, cupping your face gently, making eye contact as he leans in

deep kisses that last for minutes, but they're never forceful, there's no fire behind them (unless you want there to be... but these are sfw so)

he just. wants to be close to you, wants to show you how much he adores you

he'll pull back barely an inch, whispering something sweet, pecking your lips at least 3 more times before he pulls away completely

always leave you wanting more 😔

back to romance movies: you have so many romcom moments w this boy

they're not planned or anything he's just Like That

will 100% drop the umbrella and pull you into the street to dance in the rain

and pick you up if you need him to, even if you're fighting

doesn't seem like he'd be too big on pda but honestly?

mattsun fuckin worships the ground you walk on

so if you want pda you get it

mattsun: i dont like pda

mattsun the second he sees you: i have to kiss them right now immediately or I'll DIE

this boy reveres you

love him!!! I am begging u