#but actually when it matters the love is there

[c-nstellati-ns]

APOLLO, GOD OF MUSIC ... — conquest x medic!superhero!m!reader prt.1

you were retired, for gods sake. why in the hell would everything go to shit exactly when you were on vacation? you struggled to even comprehend the fact that there were more than one invincibles flying around, and now the city was falling apart all around you? retired or not, there were people who needed help and that's what you planned to do, no matter how reluctant you were about it. ... so how the hell did you manage to get yourself wrapped up with the very alien who was turning this city into a fine dust?

> author's note — this is incredibly self-indulgent and the first time i've written in literal months LOL so sorry for being inactive for so long !! this was inspired by dj subatomic supernova from NSR, lucio from overwatch and luna snow from marvel rivals ... i love me a silly guy who makes music and heals people via that music :-) not that subatomic heals people ... more like ........ he tries to kill them via music and his planets ........ but whatever !!! this is irrelevant !!!!!! ( i was gonna have this be smut originally but i like where i ended off to continue into a part two soon ^_^ so sorry if anything is bad i am very rusty ... feel free to send me some thirsts in my inbox if you'd like! ) > word count — 1.6k > featuring — our fave viltrumite, conquest <3 > cw — intentional lower case, canon typical violence, unspoken death threats? nothing much really its mostly establishing how your relationship came to be before things get steamy LOL so sorry for the bait

MDNI. 18+ ACCOUNT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

you had parted ways with the GDA some time ago, marking it off as a need for something new. you could only fight so long, for so much. you had been in the spotlight ever since your powers had finally developed, being someone who could virtually heal anything with the power of music. it was rather silly in your eyes but it made you and anyone you wanted to protect virtually invincible. any wounds or injuries would mend in seconds in your presence, people feeling safe around you, other heroes feeling energised to keep on fighting. at some point, you felt the same way until… you didn't. it had only been a matter of time, after all.

the GDA was desperate to keep you so you kept their number just in case things were to happen. that is, until something finally did happen. it was a random tuesday, you think. you had been on the way to your hotel in the city for your little vacation, you had been waiting for so long for it. tapping into your savings from working with the guardians to afford it. you were happy, life was good. you had a nice car, a nice place far from the city, a couple dogs, cats, and one snake that you loved dearly. you were single, not that you minded much actually.

so what exactly happened? how the hell did your car end up split in half by falling debris and cradling the lifeless body of some innocent civilian that got extremely unlucky? you could barely wrap your mind around it.

it was hard to try and keep your music up enough to keep yourself safe, but to try and sweep in and aid those who were helpless was something else entirely. you let out a loud groan of frustration as you carefully set the body down somewhere undisturbed, making a mental note to come back for it later. you had to keep up, getting as many people out of there as you could, but there was always the few that escaped your grasp, all falling victim to some horrible fate that no amount of healing nor music could help. you couldn't get distracted.

you were glad you had kept the equipment the GDA had made for you, even gladder to have kept it close. the music coming off of the holographic speakers around you was loud, a beacon of hope in the midst of the destruction around you, but it kept people safe and you kept playing. you kept far away from the fighting as much as you could, ushering innocents away from their very close deaths. of course, you were putting a big ole target on your head with how loud it all was, but you couldn't care less. sounds waves were blasting anything that came your way, cracking open asphalt that trapped some poor kid underneath it all. you could spot the blood pooling next to him, his mother probably. you grimaced and carried him away, making sure to heal whatever cuts and bruises he had. thankfully, unharmed physically. mentally… you wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

you were doing your job well, keeping things somewhat peaceful until you spotted a stray arm sticking out of some debris. you quickly flew over, pushing off any concrete that held this person down. your heart beating frantically in your chest, you dug as much as you could, hoping that they didn't die before you got there. you grabbed at their hand and pulled as much as you could, using your sound waves to blast at the concrete as you did so. you let out a sigh of relief as you felt the warm from their palm, squeezing it in reassurance. you passed your fingers over their wrist, trying to find their pulse but no dice. so you used your powers to heal whatever injuries they might've sustained, a soothing melody that has the person feeling mushy.

"hey, are you okay?!" you shouted over the chaos around you, hand reaching out to grip at their shoulder. you pulled as hard as you can, thinking to yourself, holy fuck this guy is heavy as hell. you were about to yell again until the hand grabbed at your own roughly, your joints creaking in protest as it did so.

"woah--" you couldn't even finish your sentence before a giant man emerged from the rubble in front of you. he was much, much taller than you, and built like a fucking tank. if you weren't scared shitless, you would have asked him where he worked out. your jaw dropped, staring at the stranger before you.

conquest was having fun with this. he was having fun with all of this! this planet's defences were as measly as he had imagined, so it wasn't a surprise when the creatures that inhabited it were squished by a simple rock to their soft spots. but he was pleasantly surprised by its defender. a halfbreed viltrumite, weak like all those other flesh bags, but much more resilient. the worm even got him to bleed, which was a surprise in itself.

so who was this, mending the little scrapes and bruises that his body has yet to heal? why did it feel… good? like a warm feeling throughout his body, a hum of a familiar tune that made him want to… sleep? what the hell was this? it feels odd, he feels light. lighter than he would when he's flying, it was something else entirely. the touch was soft, much unlike he's ever felt before. a gentle squeeze, a faint hold. it was a strange combination, nothing like he's felt before. he let out a rough grunt, grabbing at the hand that was given to him, rising from the rubble he was buried underneath.

conquest brought up the creature that had healed him by the arm, thick brows furrowed as he stared down at it. it was fearful, trying to wrestle out of his iron grip and escape. but the viltrumite was curious about it now, who exactly was this worm? and was it so stupid to not know its own enemy?

you were gonna throw up. of course, of course you healed the wrong person. just your luck that you had healed THE VERY FUCKING THING THAT WAS CAUSING ALL THIS DEATH AND DESTRUCTION IN THE FIRST PLACE. you let out a pained noise as his grip around your wrist tightened, trying to just get away. you could keep yourself safe when fighting anything but a viltrumite? this was something else entirely.

you were smarter than to try and use your offensive powers against him, so instead, you allowed yourself to play a somewhat scattered melody to heal the broken bones within your hand and wrist. he tilted his head to the side, examining you like a piece of meat. i suppose that was what you were now. a stupid, musical adept piece of meat for him to tear into.

closing your eyes, you couldn't believe this was the day you would die. you didn't even get to take your vacation.

… but nothing happens? it's been a couple minutes, he should've killed you by now. you crack your eye open and take a look at him, startled by his one eyed gaze. his pupils are slits, examining you like you were some foreign… thing. and then he smiles. it's an unsettling one, but he grabs you by the waist, a much gentler hold than what he had on your wrist.

"you're the foolish one who helped me, aren't you?" his deep voice rings out over your healing melody and the rumbling chaos around you both.

you're speechless for a moment before nodding frantically, looking around for anything, anyone. unfortunately, no dice. it was just you, him and the fuck metric ton of dead bodies that he caused around you.

"hmm…" conquest mutters to himself. it was a strange feeling, the closer you were to him, the more that strange warm feeling seeped deep into his bones. he couldn't help but let out a deep purr that rattled you silly. he was like a big cat to you, a big, murderous psychotic cat. with his arms around you, it was… comforting? in a really, really fucked up way. you swallowed thickly as you stared up at him as he smiled down at you, what the fuck is going on?

"what is your name, worm?" the stranger asked, examining your face closely as he spoke. your mouth was dry, gaping like a fish out of water. his arms was tightening around you the longer you took to answer him and you stammered out your full legal out of sheer nervousness. he didn't seem like a patient man at all.

he repeats it under his breath, it rolls off nicely on his tongue. his arms lighten around your waist, your ribs definitely bruised after all this. you let out a groan, brain too scattered to make a coherent melody to heal yourself. instead, you looked back to him as his grin widened. crooked teeth and a prominent scar, you would have called him handsome if you weren't actively in danger of being ripped apart by this alien.

"… perhaps lord thragg wouldn't mind if i kept a pet, hm?" conquest purrs, that metallic hand reaching up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "a healing songbird, doesn't that sound nice? my little songbird." you barely have enough time to speak before he takes off with you in his arms, away from the destruction and chaos that he caused.

mark was clueless as to why conquest had disappeared all of the sudden. in a blink of an eye, he was alone, beaten and bruised on the ground. it gave him time to breathe but it was nerve wracking to think about.

What the fuck just happened?

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[cameronsbabydoll]

hi loviee can u write something with rafe and babydoll reader where shes really really clingy and follows him everywhere, which he pretends to be annoyed by, but one of his friends makes fun of her for it and she gets a bit sad so he tells her he actually really likes it <33

You were always at his side. Always. It didn’t matter if Rafe was at the club, at a party, or just hanging out with his friends—you were there, pressed up against him, holding onto his arm, playing with his fingers, nuzzling into his shoulder like some lovesick kitten.

Rafe pretended to be annoyed by it, rolling his eyes when you followed him around, sighing when you pouted for attention, telling you “Jesus, babydoll, can’t even take a piss without you clingin’ to me.” But he never actually pushed you away. Never told you to stop. And he never left without you, even when his friends made fun of him for it.

Tonight, though, Topper had something to say. “Damn, man, does she ever let you breathe?” he snorted, watching as you latched onto Rafe’s arm the second he sat down. “Like, shit, I knew she was clingy, but this is next level.”

You stiffened, fingers loosening around Rafe’s bicep. His friends laughed, but you didn’t. Instead, you pulled away, sliding just far enough down the couch that you weren’t touching him anymore. Rafe noticed immediately.

At first, he just looked at you, brow furrowed, before shifting his gaze back to Topper. “What’s your problem?” he asked, tone flat.

Topper just shrugged. “No problem, man. Just sayin’—”

“Yeah, don’t.” Rafe cut him off, reaching over to grab your hand, pulling you right back to him. You resisted at first, but he didn’t let go. “C’mere, Babydoll,” he murmured, voice softer now, meant just for you. He guided you back into his side, tucking you right where you belonged.

You hesitated, looking up at him with those big, glassy eyes that always made him crazy. “You don’t think I’m annoying?”

Rafe scoffed, squeezing your hand. “Nah, I like it.” He brushed his lips against your temple, barely a whisper of a kiss. “S’cute when you follow me around like a little lost puppy.”

That was all it took. The smile returned to your face, and you buried yourself in his chest, arms wrapping tight around his torso. He sighed, rubbing your back, pretending like it was such a hassle when, really, he fucking loved it.

[jaylaxies]

ENHYPEN: random tropes

pairing: enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

genre/cw: smut, unprotected sex, (semi?) public sex, fingering, kissing, usage of nicknames, everything is consensual!

wc: 1679 words.

warning: 18+ content, minors dni.

requested: here.

a/n: heyyy my lovely angels :3 i’ve been gone way too long (moved countries) but boy do i miss writing, be prepared to see more of me soon and i hope you enjoy this lil reaction fic <33

Heeseung:

⤷ Academic rivals

There’s not much that bothers Heeseung. However, your mere existence, your presence, heck even the sound of your name being called pisses him off to a great extent. Which extends tenfold when you score more than him, doesn’t matter if it’s by one mark.

He doesn’t notice much in the midst of all the rivalry. In fact, he finds you a bit annoying actually. The way you barely have to do anything to get such a perfect score, the way you taunt him, tease him to your heart’s content whenever you get a chance to boast about your own achievements.

It’s safe to say, Heeseung can’t help but want to push you against the wall and smash his perfectly sculpted lips on top of yours just to shut you up—to make use of it in a way that you’ll be moaning his name, begging for more only to never get enough of him.

Which is exactly what he did after you got a better score than him. He simply pulled you into an empty lecture room, closing the door shut behind you before pushing you against it, successfully trapping you with his body, a smirk plastered on his face, “yeah? Been studying like a good fucking girl, hm? Jumping around about how well you did to be rewarded by me? Fuck yes baby, I’ll reward you,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers working on your pussy, cupping it tightly which elicits a moan out of you.

“Hee—” he shoves his tongue in your mouth to shut you up, your mind spiralling with how good it feels, even more so when his thick cock’s tip finally enters your dripping cunt, his arms holding you up with ease as your legs give in to the abysmal amount of pleasure. He doesn’t shove his length into your cunt till you’re crying and begging for it, and then he doesn’t stop till you’re a leaking mess on the floor, a pretty little doll just for him.

Jay:

⤷ Rival families

Attending grand parties was something Jay enjoyed, only if you take out the part where he had to interact with your family, which usually ended in arguments, something the guests quite often looked forward to, especially because of the high ranking companies; both your families took care of.

The sight of you, all dolled up in your silky dress with that long slit which displayed your leg so perfectly, as if you were there to flaunt every inch of your beauty and everyone, especially the gentlemen, seemed to only talk about you, which irked Jay.

Jay stood in the empty hallway, watching you strut around. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, grabbing your arm the second you came close to him, pulling you inside and closing the curtains in the very same second as you gasped with surprise evident on your face.

“You love it, don’t you?” He whispered in your ear, the touch of his fingers warm against your skin, “prancing around like you own the place, hm? Everyone’s looking at you like you’re a piece of meat they can’t wait to devour.”

You scoff with amusement after overcoming the initial shock, “I see you’ve been quite observant too, Park. It seems as if you are,” you paused, looking into his eyes, the same ones you’ve always seen burning with passion for the hate he harbours for you, “jealous. I can’t say about others but you sure look like you wanna devour me,” you chuckled.

“Fuck you,” he seethed out, hating just how right you were before grabbing your nape to kiss you hard enough for his lips to be tainted your shade of lipstick. It was hard to stop, so hard to keep your hands off of each other, especially when his hand landed on your thigh, the slit of your dress making it easy for him to slide his hand up, inching closer to where you needed him the most.

You both weren’t sure if it was hate or the passion that riled you both up to the point you both were eating each other’s faces. It was hot, the noise of music dimmed as Jay breathed deeply near your ear, your eyes closing as you let him shove his digits into your dripping cunt, gasping at how perfectly rough he was being with you.

He soon had you wrapped up in the silk sheets in a room, the softness of the bed juxtaposing the harsh strokes of his cock inside your cunt, the perfect friction had you being a crying and moaning mess, squirting all over him as he smirked, giving you no mercy before going for round two as you both gasped and said, “I fucking hate you.”

Jake:

⤷ Forced proximity

The last thing you expected today was to be stuck in your best friend’s apartment with her brother, simply because she forgot to inform you of her absence for the night. The weather didn’t help either, cliché thunderstorms and hail graced the night, leaving you there with the only guy in the world whom you couldn’t stand. At all.

Jake stood by the door with a devilish smirk plastered on his face, clearly basking in the joy of witnessing you losing the last bit of your sanity. “Why, just why does it have to be you?” You almost cried in distress, while he chuckled, repositioning his glasses which sat perfectly on his angled nose. “Why? Can’t handle being with me, is that it?” He rasped in his deep accent, “I know I'm hot but you gotta chill, princess,” he smirked.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you seethed out, pointing your finger at him as a warning. “What? Princess?” He asked, sliding his tongue on his plush bottom lip, “nah i’ll pass,” he teased further, not helping your temper clearly. “God, I hate you so much,” you mumbled, walking into the room to go to sleep, not wanting to deal with Jake anymore. Only for him to grab your wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked. “To sleep of course, let go Jake I swear—” he pulled you into him, “shh, princess. You can’t sleep there,” he whispered, lips touching your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you froze for a second, trying to move out of his grasp right after, “why the fuck not?” You asked, obviously having had enough of him.

“Cause you’re sleeping with me,” he says, making your heart best out of your chest, face getting warm, “w—what?” you asked, eyes wide. “You want me,” he whispered, and you let out a “oh no, I don’t,” as he leaned in to kiss you, your eyes closing on its own accord, betraying you. He stopped right as his lips touched yours—barely so. “See, what I mean, princess.” He isn’t joking anymore as you open your eyes.

You clearly see how he’s struggling to control himself, as you smirk now, playing with the collar of his shirt, “I think it’s quite the opposite, Jakey, you wanna sleep with me,” you whispered, watching him gulp, mumbling, “fuck yes, princess, I do.”

Safe to say, it didn’t take him long to cup your cheek, his plush lips kissing you with hunger, you were quick to reciprocate, letting all the sexual tension out. You spent the night in his room, head buried in pillow as he fucked you senseless from behind, spanking your ass as you came all over his cock, more than thrice.

Sunghoon:

⤷ Fake dating

A mutual fake contract, especially when it involves dating, is never supposed to get this serious. It was beneficial to you and Sunghoon both, classic in a way how you both wished to make your exes jealous, the fact that they hated each other was more than convenient. Then Sunghoon wasn’t sure why he felt this dull ache in his heart once he saw your ex talking to you.

He got so used to it, your presence, your essence, how real it felt and how much he looked forward to spend time with you, except now that he’s finally woken up from his daydream, he realizes that it was nothing but a fake relationship, his jaw clenching, mind regretful for even bothering to come to this party.

Scoffing in distress, he went upstairs to simply sit in his friend’s room in silence, not noticing how you had seen him already, he was fuming, wondering why he was so upset about it, knowing fully well why. You rushed up and into the room to hopefully find Sunghoon there, scared to see him look so upset when you opened the door, he simply didn’t expect you to come to him.

“Back with him?” He asked, looking at you for a second before looking away, jaw clenched. You were confused, “what?” You asked, walking closer. “Yeah, that’s what you wanted, right? Our deal is over then?” He breathed out. You were out of words, scoffing before you smirked at him, confusing him, almost to the point where he was infuriated.

“Why? Are you perhaps—” you stepped closer, dragging your fingertip on his jaw, “—jealous?” you chuckled, followed by him grabbing your wrist, pinning you to the wall, eyes dark, “don’t.” He warned and you laughed, “don’t what? Are you scared of admitting it? You wanna kiss me, don’t you? I don’t even like him anymore it’s adorable how you’re jealous—”

The confirmation of you not being with your ex was all it took for Sunghoon to smash his lips onto yours in a fervent urgency, as if you’d disappear if he let’s go, your moans filling the room, something he wanted to hear from ages, it was pure ecstasy as you both let go, only to get closer, no space in between you both as you shifted to the bed, him perfectly slotted between your legs, thrusting deep into your cunt which only sucked his cock further, urging him to stay there as he marked you all over, making sure everyone knows you belong to him now.

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[augustjoy]

The Color Pink

Based on the following ask: Hii, I was just wondering if you could do Aaron x reader but the team for some reason refuses to warm up to her for a while.  If you can please make the reader hyperfem only if you want to. Thank you!!!! I love the idea of Hotch with a hyperfem girlie – she’d be in pink ALWAYS, with a wardrobe and home full of ruffles! So, the BAU team is against this relationship of Hotch’s because 1. They assume she’s a bimbo due to the hyperfemininity and 2. She’s young. Basically, they are questioning Hotch’s judgement on this one. Flashbacks in italics.

Aaron Hotchner x HyperFem! Reader Angst/Fluff Word count: 2552

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

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (reader is 20s/Hotch is 40s), female reader, np physical description (other than having hair long enough to curl and Aaron referring to her as little – which he’s big tall so everyone is small compared to him), hyperfeminine reader, explicit language, consultant reader, BAU being judgy overprotective, Morgan being rude, Spencer and Garcia defending the reader, Reader is a presumed Bimbo…but is actually really smart (Elle Woods-esque),  mentions of food/eating, reader has a flash of self-doubt, mention of Jack, let me know if I missed anything.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Meeting you had been an act of fate. At least, that’s how Aaron saw it. You were not the type of girl he’d typically go for…not ever. But that morning, you’d got a flat tire on your way to work, ironically on Aaron’s way to work. He had to do the right thing, any chivalrous man would, he was going to pull over no matter what, but when you stepped out of your car…that sealed the deal. He needed to pull over because if he didn’t, someone else would, someone potentially dangerous.

--

“Excuse me miss; do you need some help?” Aaron offered.

“Oh, I um – I got a flat. I called Triple A, but they said it be like forty-five minutes.” You explained.

You stepped out of your car and stole the breath from Aaron’s lungs. You were in a satin pink button-up blouse, with high-waisted white trousers, and strappy pink heels. Your hair was cascading over your shoulders in beautiful loose curls, your gaze lifted to his. Aaron had to release a light cough to pull himself out of the trance you had him in.

“Do you have a spare?” He asked.

“I don’ t think so. But like I said, Triple A is on the way, so I guess I will just sit and wait.” You shrugged.

“I’m not sure I feel comfortable leaving you here on your own.” Aaron admitted.

You gave him a once over. He was in a well-fitted gray suit, his hair lightly slicked back, black dress shoes, and a silver Rolex resting on his left wrist. You took quick note of the absence of a wedding ring. A very brief rush of unease slid through you, but it was washed away as he moved his hand to his hip, unknowingly flashing the FBI badge that was clipped to his belt loop.

“I’d hate to be an imposition. Plus, we are strangers…” You eyed him once more.

“Right, I uh – I’m Aaron Hotchner.” He introduced himself and offered you his hand to shake.

You shook it gently, giving him your name. You couldn’t help the blush that crept over your cheeks at the warmth radiating from him. It was your turn to feel breathless. Taking him in once more, you had to admit to yourself that he was handsome. Clearly older than you, but you didn’t mind…and age didn’t define beauty.

Aaron had waited the whole forty-five minutes with you, once Triple A showed up, he waited for you to get everything squared away with them before turning to leave.

“So that’s it?”  You called after him.

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

“You just sat and waited forty-five minutes with me and you’re just going to leave? Without asking me out? Or at least asking for my phone number?” You huffed.

Aaron was speechless. He had wanted to ask you out…truthfully he’d thought about it the moment you stepped out of your car, but he didn’t want you to fell that he was some sort of predator. But now here you were, this gorgeous little thing, asking him to ask you out.

“Would you go to dinner with me Friday? Provided my work doesn’t call me away.” He asks.

“Yes. Pick me up at seven.” You smiled, handing him a light pink business card.

--

Initially, Aaron didn’t introduce you to anyone because he wanted to see if your relationship would bloom into something real. As things did progress, he opened up to you about his life, his job, his family…and his demons. He hadn’t wanted to let his darkness taint your light, your sparkle, but one night while he was staying with you, he’d had a brutal nightmare, one that had him spewing all the information out to you while you held him close, your sparkle shining bright.

Another reason why Aaron had hesitated to really bring you into his world was because you were so different than the other women he’d dated. They were grown-up, mature (maybe even too mature), boring even, and here you were, this pastel princess whose home was filled with pink – ruffled pillows, lace curtains, fashion books, flowers, fluffy rugs, etc. you were the textbook definition of a girly-girl.

He was sure the BAU team would have some pretty strong opinions about his relationship with you, not only because of your differences, but also because of the almost 20-year age gap. It sounded silly, but he really wanted the team to like you.

The first time Aaron introduced you to the team hadn’t exactly gone as he had hoped. He had asked you to join them out at their favorite bar for drinks. They had put on quite the show in front of you, but when you stepped away to get a drink, the truth came out.

--

“Hey guys, I hope you don’t mind, but I invited my girlfriend to join us.” Aaron mentioned casually.

A chorus of “what” and “you have a girlfriend” and “who is she” all rang out at once. He couldn’t help but chuckle at them. He figured he should answer some of their questions now so that way they could focus on getting to know you once you arrived.

“She and I have been together for about six months. It’s getting pretty serious and, uh – she uh…” Aaron smiles to himself. “She um, she’s different than the other girls I’ve dated, so just keep an open mind and get to know her.”

You arrived about ten minutes later, rendering everyone speechless. You walked in with a light pink mini puff dress on. It flowed around you in a cloud of tulle it rested against your upper thighs which were adorned in sparkly nude tights. You’d chosen to wear white lace up heels with it, and your hair was pulled back, pinned up with loose tendrils framing your face.

“Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late, a client called last minute and, you totally do not want to hear about my boring work.” You sighed, meeting the gazes of the stunned agents seated before you.

Aaron had officially introduced you to everyone, they exchanged hesitant pleasantries, and you began making small talk. After a few awkward moments, you excused yourself to get a drink.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Aaron asked.

“No, no. I got it honey. I’ll get you another whiskey.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked toward the bar.

As soon as you were out of earshot, the questions came rolling in. Most notably, Dereks.

“What the hell are you doing man?”

“I beg your pardon?” Aaron was shocked.

“Hotch, man, she’s young enough to be your daughter. And I mean, look at her.” Derek gestured toward where you stood at the bar.

“I am well aware of her age Morgan. She and I have discussed that at length and have both agreed that it didn’t matter. Age doesn’t change how we feel about one another.”

“Hotch, I’m more worried about the fact that she looks like she just walked off of sorority row.” Emily shook her head.

“Yeah, her outfit…Hotch she’s not serious. I mean she’s still a kid.” JJ added.

“That’s enough, she and I are serious. She’s not a kid; she runs a very successful consulting firm, she is kind and sweet, she takes care of me, she gets along with Jack, and I and…well. I love her.” Aaron concluded.

A muffled remark sounded from across the table. Morgan had more to say, and Aaron wasn’t going to let it go. He cared about you and the people across from him were his family, their opinions meant a lot to him…but right now they were letting him down.

“Say it out loud Morgan.” Aaron demanded.

“Nothing.”

“Say it.” Aaron hissed.

“I said she gets along with Jack because they’re closer in age.” Derek shot back.

The table went silent, tension filling the air. Aaron scoffed, shook his head in disbelief, and walked away. Moving towards you, coming up with some lame excuse to get the hell out of there.

“Look, I know that was a lot, but I didn’t say anything that we weren’t all thinking. That girl, she’s a bimbo. Hotch needs someone more serious…more like Beth.” Derek justified.

“Wow.” Penelope scoffed, pushing her chair away from the table. “You guys are terrible.”

“What are you talking about?

“Did you not see his face? Hotch is happy, his smile took over his entire face…because of that girl and you all tore him down so quickly. I mean come on. Spence when was the last time Hotch smiled like that?” Penelope asked.

“The last time Hotch has smiled like that in front of us was back in 2005 when he introduced Jack to the team as a newborn.”  Spencer rattled off.

--

That was about eight months ago. Aaron and you have grown even more serious since then, you moved in together – into a new house where you could set up a space that was all your own, full of pink and ruffles and lace.

Honestly, Aaron had gone as far as buying a ring for you. He wanted to propose and had the whole thing planned. He and Jack were going to take you on a picnic and then they’d ask you to become a permanent part of their family.

Despite the happiness he felt at the idea of marrying you, he couldn’t help the disappointment that crept in. He wanted his family to all be there in support of you two…and his family, well that was the BAU.

He knew he’d have to talk to them, to do something to prove to them how incredible you are.

--

Aaron had called everyone to the round table. He needed to tell them about how serious he really was about you, and he needed them to love you.

 “I asked you all here because today we will have a special guest for lunch.” Aaron went on to explain that you’d be coming in, bringing in lunch from one of the BAU’s favorites. “I know that when you all first met her, you were unsure. But I need you all to realize that I’ve been with her for over a year now, we live together, and…”

“You can’t be serious man. She’s naïve, just some young hot thing seeking an older man, presumably for his money.” Derek interrupted.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Aaron commanded. “I plan on marrying her, and you guys are my family. I need my family there when I marry this woman. If you can’t get on board…then I guess you aren’t the people I thought you were.” Aaron says with finality.

There was a collective nod and shrug amongst everyone.

--

When you walked in, you could feel the tension like a thick fog. It was all consuming, like picking a hangnail until that piece of skin runs further and further up your finger, bleeding and tender.

You needed this to go well.

Aaron had told you to be your usual self. He wanted the team to like you for you, but you knew it would be best to tone it down at least a little bit. You’d choose to wear light blue jeans, a chunky pink sweater, and some heeled ballet flats. Your arms were juggling multiple bags, filled with sandwiches and another one with drinks for everyone.

“Hi guys.” You offered a small wave as you entered the conference room.

“Hey sweetheart, let me help you with those.” Aaron was quick to grab the bags from you.

“You look stunning as always! It’s good to see you again!” Penelope greeted.

“Oh, thanks babe! I love the new hair; it is such a good color!” You complimented. “Oh, Spence, I got you something!” You pulled a wrapped book from your bag, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” He asked, gently pulling at the wrapping. “The Narrative of John Smith, this is one of my favorites!” Spencer gushed.

“It’s a special edition, they only made 200 of them. But that’s not the best part…open the cover.” You were giddy with excitement.

Spencer opened the book to reveal that it had been signed. “Are you kidding me! This is amazing, thank you so much!”

“It’s really no problem.” You smiled.

Aaron was beaming at you, you had been so kind, showing them all who you really were, and he just hoped that they’d all finally see you for who you truly are.

As everyone finished their lunch, you began clearing the trash. Everyone offers thanks to you, the girls planning a day out with you. Each of them seemed to be coming around except for Derek. Aaron couldn’t figure out why he was so against you.

--

You said your goodbyes and made your way out. They had all filtered out of the conference room when Aaron decided to confront Derek once and for all.

“Everyone else has come around, so why can’t you? What is your problem with her?” Aaron asked.

“It’s not her that I have a problem with. Not really.” Derek shrugged. “Look man, I am sorry for how I have acted towards her. It’s unacceptable. But I don’t think you dating her is a good idea.”

“I appreciate your concern, but it’s misplaced Morgan. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“You think that now Hotch. But what are you going to do when she up and walks away. That is the type of girl who will ruin your life and Hotch, you’ve been hurt too many times. You and Jack have lost far too much.”

“Derek, I know you are worried for me, but I have to see this through. I really love this girl, and she can handle herself, she makes good money, so I know that isn’t the motivation here. She is everything to me, and she has done nothing but prove that she feels the same for me.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I have your back man, and if you love her, then I’m not going to stand in your way.”

--

Things began looking up after that. Derek had pushed his concerns aside and took the time to get to know you, which only made him feel like an idiot for his behavior. Aaron had been right, you could hold your own – you were smart and witty and far to quick with your words, giving him a run for his money. Derek started to see how big your heart was, and he saw the changes in Aaron thanks to your presence in his life. He started to actually appreciate you and your love for his boss.

Aaron told you about his interaction with Derek and you offered some valuable insight.

“Honey, Derek looks up to you. You have made a huge impact on his life, and he has seen you lose so much because of your work, he’s seen you in, quite literally, your lowest moment. He just wants to protect you from hurting like that once again.”

“You are the smartest person I know sweetheart.” Aaron pressed a kiss to your temple.

--

Months later, the BAU team stood and witnessed Aaron and you vowing to spend forever with one another. You had finally been welcomed into this family.

Taglist: @bernelflo@pastelpinkflowerlife@just-moondust@khxna@crimesthatnooneaskedfor

[gigifluidcat]

All the people in the Notes like "We can change this!" "This is why Trump is elected!", but here's the thing; Humanity has a pattern. The moment we "solve" an issue, we will revolve back to here because humans love suffering and power. And then when we solve THAT issue, yet again Humans will be tempted by the same sins they've always had.

Civilizations have risen and fallen over time from the human nature of corruption and apathy, and no matter how advanced our iPhone will be, nothing will change that. Whenever we try to "change" or "progress", we will always end up here. Because there will always be corruption contrasting the purity.

(And also in order to ACTUALLY change something, all of you will actually have to get off your asses and do something instead of bitching about it on Tumblr.)

[kazumist]

no idea what the hell your relationship with him is in this but i thought that the idea of caleb randomly proposing to you with some leftover spaghetti sauce by the corner of his lip on a random thursday would be funny.

you and caleb have this weird thing where you’d pretend to be a couple whenever there’s a couple discount going on.

it doesn’t matter where it is. be it some lowkey cafe, a good restaurant, or even a department store—you’ll be calling up caleb to join you for the discount. and right now, there is a couple discount going on in a new cafe that you wanted to visit. 

they were offering fifty percent off as long as you’re with your boyfriend or girlfriend! why wouldn’t you take up on that offer? you had to drag caleb to it.

“why are we here again, pips?” caleb asks as you pull him to the cafe. “because there is a couple discount going on where everything is fifty percent off as long as they’re with their partner!” you answer him, not looking back. “and you chose me because...?”  he trails off. you stop in your tracks.

“uh.. because why not? don’t act like this is anything new to you, caleb.”

“are you sure it isn’t because you couldn’t ask anyone else?” you gave him a playful glare in return. “do you want me to ask someone else then?” you ask him back. caleb seems to have shut up at that.

reaching the cafe, you two found yourselves a seat. you timed your arrival at the place perfectly, choosing a slow hour to enjoy their discount offer. “may i take your order?” the waitress asks as she approaches your table. before your order could leave your lips, caleb beats you to it.

“one strawberry cheesecake for the lady and i'll have...  a latte will do.”

“well, today is your lucky day, sir! we just have a 50% discount for couples who order here today.”

“really now? how lucky of us indeed.” caleb steals a glance at you. it was quick. a teasing glint in his eyes. unnoticeable to the waitress. but you saw it as soon as he shifted his gaze back at the waitress until she left your table to send your orders to the counter.

“how did you know that i wanted to try their strawberry shortcake?” you asked him. “i saw you staring at it a little longer compared to others and took a wild guess. i got it right, didn’t i?”

“always so observant.”

“only for you, pipsqueak.”

-

the next time you two went out for another couples discount going around, you were stunned.

caleb was the one who invited you to eat out today. and this time it was in a restaurant. as the two of you were enjoying your meal in peace, caleb suddenly got on one knee with a paper ring hidden in his palm and started spewing the most nonsensical wedding proposal monologue you ever heard.

“fun fact: i have always loved you. having the privilege to stand by your side as we grew up together was the biggest blessing that i could ever receive in my life. and i don’t think that being just your boyfriend isn’t gonna be enough for me as time goes on. so, will you continue to be my best friend forever and marry me, pips?”

what the actual fuck is going on?

you weren’t even aware that there was a discount going on in the first place! but when caleb shoots you a smooth wink, you knew you had to act your part. with a famous cliche of saying yes! a thousand times yes! you put a palm on your mouth for the extra effect of showing how “shocked” you were.

once you two left the place, you elbowed caleb by his side. “ow! what was that for!” you huff at him. “that was for you being insane for pulling up that stunt earlier.”

“but i was serious about that though.”

“what?!”

[kissbyoon]

⠀𖼥ৎ⠀“wedding ring” ₍ svt ₎

───── ABOUT how svt would react to you removing and leaving your wedding ring before heading to shower.

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, humour, married au, headcannons ⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: husband!svt x gn!reader ⋆ 𝒄𝒘: mentions of skinship, kissing, petnames ⋆ 𝒘𝒄: 0.6k in total

A/N: all thanks to @wonkierideul for helping me out♡ ily oomfie

 ⑅ Jeonghan, Woozi, Minghao, Vernon, Wonwoo

I feel like for these five, it really won't be a big deal. Because as far as they can remember, he didn't do something that would upset you. They are also aware of the fact that—no matter how mad you are, you would never take your ring off. But if you ever did, their heart will stop beating and it's not even a joke. They would often tell you how the ring is a symbol of your marriage that is filled with love and happiness, and it means alot to them. So there's no way you would never do that to their poor heart.

But one plus point for Jeonghan—this man would definitely be like “Phew, I thought you were mad at me for eating the last piece of the cake…” then get on his knees to beg for forgiveness when you actually get mad.

 ⑅ Joshua, Junhui, Dokyeom, Chan

These four wouldn't be a big problem, but they would definitely be a bit worried. I feel like they would ask you “Why did you take your ring off? Did I do something wrong?” As soon as you step out of the bathroom. Especially Chan and Dokyeom—this man would be worried. He is thinking of all the things he did the whole day and is ready to fall to his knees as soon as you step out of the shower. But once you reassure them with the real reason why you left it there, they would be relieved and happy again. (OUGHHH CHANNIE MY BABYYY)

 ⑅ Seungcheol, Hoshi, Mingyu, Seungkwan

Now I present to you… the most dramatic group of men. You definitely weren't thinking of it much when you left the ring there, but now, you better be prepared to face the most pouty hubby ever. And it's only fair I give you an idea of how the four of them would be dramatic in their own special ways.

Especially Seungkwan—he is throwing a tantrum. “This is torture to our 5 years of marriage… it's heartbreaking, I'm heartbroken!” Better shower him kisses because he is just waiting for that before throwing a kick in the air with happiness.

And we have Mingyu—the six feet man with all the buffiness becomes a puddle of sadness when you walk out of the shower and see him curled up on the bed, staring at the ring in front of him with a frown. No matter how much you reassure him, he is clinging to you and mumbling apologies for nothing. (STOP OMG I HAD TO COVER MY FACE WITH A GIGGLE IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS)

Well, now. Hoshi. Oh my god this horanghae guy is a menace. He looks at you with the most adorable sad puppy eyes ever when you walk out of the shower. And when I say the most adorable, I mean the most adorable sad puppy eyes. “Just say you hate me,” he would pout his heart out. But when you tell him, “Okay, my big baby, put the ring back in my finger yourself,” he would JUMP back up with the biggest grin ever that made his eyes close and kick the air with his feet at the petname. You shall call him ‘my baby’ everyday now. He accepts it more than ‘horangi’!

Sighs. Now, the worst of all—Seungcheol. This man’s hotness and buffiness is all wasted in front of you. He doesn't give a damn if he's looking like the biggest loser right now, but he would whine and pout about this the whole day. He would try to refuse physical touch throughout the day, but would eventually give up and come running to you himself. “Please hug me,” he would say while suffocating you in a hug.

KISSBYOON 2025. all rights reserved. @kstrucknet

[tokoyamisstuff]

I need some Mohawk mark head cannons I’m desperate for anything please😞😞😞

Sure thing, I love this unhinged little gremlin! Wrote a whole Oneshot as a special treat for you. 💅

Payback

x f! Reader (gender gets mentioned exactly twice)

Synopsis: In his timeline, Mohawk killed you for rejecting him - and now he seeks you out to do it again.

Warnings: mentions of murder and violence, sexual innuendos, unhealthy dynamics, swearing, not proofread

"Y/N? Im hurt...please, I need you! Y/N...? Ah, shit."

Mohawk was kicking the air in frustration, a little pout decorating his face as he scanned the small apartment for any hint of your whereabouts. He had thought you were home, since the window on the top floor stood wide open. Almost too easy.

Bummer. He was really looking forwards to killing you again...

...after all, last time he wasn't able to enjoy himself. Not really. It all happened so fast, the only thing he remembers is that in his lovesickness, he wanted to make you experience exactly how your rejection made him feel.

Before he even knew it, his fist had buried itself through your ribcage, holding your still beating heart in his own hand. The only way he'd ever get to have it - what tragic symbolism.

Not that he'd ever admit, but that betrayed expression of yours before he could literally feel your heart stop haunts him until this day.

The countless photos you had plastered all over one of the walls piqued his interest. Can't hurt to learn more about the version of you from this world, he thinks.

A particular one he rips off, nothing extraordinary but it bugs him how many they are. Plain selfies with you in various years and situations, together with that pathetic loser - the Mark from your timeline.

Seems like you're rather close, unlike him and his Y/N. And that fucker doesn't even realize how lucky he is.

Mohawk grits his teeth, a familiar jealous anger seething in the pit of his stomach once again.

It should've been him!

You on the other hand are blissfully unaware of the intruder in your house, let alone the catastrophy unfolding on the whole globe right this moment.

It was the day after your nightshift and you had just crawled out of bed, no intention of listening to the news as they only kill the vibe anyways. And in the middle of nowhere that you called your hometown, no one bothered giving an alarm or even evacuating, as it's most likely not going to be attacked.

After a nice, steaming hot shower you stroll out of the bathroom, humming a whimsy melody as you mentally prepare your day off...

...until you notice the stranger right in the middle of your living room.

Your shriek actually caughts him off guard and this moron joins right in, but after the initial shock you merely tilt your head in confusion. "...Invincible?"

Damn. Shit. Fuckfuckfuckfuckingfuck!

Mohawks brain currently had a short circuit apparently, staring at your almost naked form like a deer that had just been caught in the headlights.

Your hair was still damp, a towel - that was way too small for this purpose - wrapped around your curves. Shit. Seems like no matter which universe, you're drop-dead gorgeous. He mentally praises Art for having a groin cup sewn into this suit - or else he would've involuntarily presented something to you he's usually not so shy about.

"The one and only." He manages to regain his cool, smugly leaning against a counter...

...however his mind soon went blank once again when you rushed towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso with your barely covered body pressed against his.

Mohawk freezes, arms itching to return the embrace yet instead he lets them fall limp to the side, hands soon balling into tight fists as you stubbornly refuse to let go.

How dare you.

He should snap your neck like a twig- no, better, break every bone in your body for this insolence...

...but instead, he caughts himself resting his chin atop of your head.

"I missed you, ya know?" he mumbles against your hair, feeling the taunting way his heart flutters in his chest. It's drum is so loud in his head, he's certain you can hear it too. Fuck.

What the hell was he doing? He came here to give you a long, agonizing death, for fuck's sake!

"Well, you are the superpowered alien" you tease, softly poking his chest. "Maybe come around more often?"

Your friend was visibly uncomfortable with the whole exchange, but you didn't seem to notice. Whenever he failed to answer, you filled the gaps of silence with your own babbling instead. It's been way too long and you're simply excited to see him again.

"Is that the new suit you were talking about?" you wonder, still holding onto the sides of his shoulders. Feeling a blush form on his cheeks he quietly glances away, feeling oddly embarrassed under your scrutiny.

"It suits you! But what about that hair?" One of your hands runs through his mohawk and he has to physically fight the urge to purr like some needy stray cat. "...you don't like it?"

You shrug, raising your hands in a placating manner. "No, I mean yes, I mean...it looks super cool and all..." That statement made his chest swell with pride, and he could almost feel his confidence returning. "Doesn't really suit an innocent guy like you though, am I wrong?"

Innocent. Ugh. His variant is so fucking boooring, but he couldn't let his true colors show just yet. This was getting way too amusing.

Only now you noticed the huge gash on his left arm where the fabric of his suit was torn, the blood running down your fingers. Hardly a scratch for a superior Viltrumite like he called himself one.

Again Mohawk felt his chest narrowing at such great display of care, the way you worriedly examined his wound despite knowing how tough his kind was. "This is nothing, it'll be healed by-"

"Na-a-ah!" You scolded him and he wanted to sass right back, but all word of protest died on his tongue. "Come, sit down on the sofa. I'll patch you up."

He complies without second thought, following you like a lost puppy.

The heart wants what it wants.

"You finished whatever mission you were on, right? Because I'm almost done cooking as well" you tell him while working on the bandage, and he has a hard time concentrating on anything else when you're so close, touching him so gently, and your eyes shine so bright. "Be my guest?"

His eyes dart bewteen you any the bandage for a brief while, examining your handiwork before sheepishly accepting your offer. "If you insist...got nothing better to do."

Oh.

When he thought there was nothing to lose by staying for a while, he totally forgot about your absolutely horrid cooking. He remembers it from his Y/N, she used to make it all the time.

In his empire he is provided with the most sublime meals, prepared by the best chef's of across the galaxy...and yet, this homely, nostalgic feeling your food provided is something no one could replicate.

"You still eat this crap?" He picks at the food, plain mac and cheese from the box, but you always claimed you 'improve the flavor' somehow.

"Your fault for not calling beforehand. If I knew I'd be having a guest, I'd have cooked something properly." You scold him playfully, gesturing with the fork to add to your statement. "I mean I'm single and practically live at work, why put in the effort?"

You're single.

That damned boyfriend of yours isn't with you in this universe.

Not that it'd have been any hindrance if he was, but this made things so much more easier.

Back at his dimension, he always wondered what you saw in this guy. He was a nobody that could never even dream compare to his greatness - and yet you chose him over Mohawk anyways.

"You're so broody again today." Concerningly enough, that's basically his standard state of being ever since he became a superhero - and knowing him it meant no good. "Do you want to talk about it, or would you like some distraction?"

His screams had been music in his ears, though...

Mohawk puts the plate down, shuffling a little too close for your liking towards the other end of the sofa. His gaze was stern, softening ever so slightly when you put your hand on the small of his back.

"Say, do you..." he swallows hard around the lump forming in his throat, taking both of your hands into his as he stared at you utterly forlorn. "Did you ever think we could've been more than just friends?"

Huh?!?

That question caught you so off guard, for a second you thought about punching yourself in the face to see if you were dreaming.

It's not like you haven't thought about it before, to be perfectly honest.

Mark Grayson is a fairly attractive guy - inside and out - and you two always clicked well. If it wasn't for the huge distance separating you and him, you might've certainly catched feelings.

Your grandma lived next door with his family, so you befriended each other as kids and played whenever you visited her during the holidays. But life happens and people grow up, so even though his powers would easily allow him to visit you more often, his priorities simply lie elsewhere.

You barely text these days, and see each other maybe once or twice a month at max. Adult life gets busy, that's just the way it works.

Not to mention the most important fact: He currently has a girlfriend.

There was a long pause of silence between his question and your answer, and the more time passed the more anxiety - and violent anger - emerged in his brain.

"Be honest" he pushes at your lack of an answer, insistingly squeezing your hands.

"What, trouble in paradise already?" You cut him off with a judging, almost irritated glare and for a moment he is taken aback. "You told me like a week ago how happy you are with Eve, that she's the love of your life, blah blah blah..."

Samantha Eve Wilkins.

Sure, he had been with her before in his world as well, always trying to make you jealous. Claiming that you were insignificant, while he was with a literal goddess...

...and still, whenever they kissed, whenever she laid beneath him, hell, even whenever they just were around each other, all he could think of was how much he yearned for her to be you instead.

It wasn't enough, never enough to make those feelings go away. In the end he killed her simply for the crime of not being able to replace you.

"Sorry, but I'm not a homewrecker." You want to turn away, angry and disappointed that you seemed to have mistaken him for a good guy, but Mark takes ahold of your chin, letting his thumb run over your bottom lip as he forces you to keep looking.

He'd get that attitude out of you pretty easily.

"Y/N..." The name rolls of his lips like a lovesong, and he drags it out for as long as the air in his lungs allowed him to. "There's no more Eve in my life. And I don't want her, or anyone else but you!"

A boyish smile tugs on his lips when he realizes that despite playing coy, you're receptive to his touch. He feels your breathing hitch when he came forwards, his nose brushing against yours as he waited for your reaction.

There. Gotcha.

The slightest twitch was enough of a sign for him to close the gap between your lips, mouth crashing over yours in all forms of desire. He was passionate, desparate even in the way his tongue delved into your mouth, needing you quite literally more than oxygen. His hands roam across your body, stroking and squeezing and crushing you agaisnt him, not knowing where to settle.

Mark's eyes stay wide open during the kiss, savouring every detail as if to commit it to memory. This, the real deal, is so much better than all those others he used to try and fill the void your absence has left in his soul.

His heart is practically clawing against his ribcage by now, subconscious screaming at him to never let anyone take you away from him again.

Not even yourself.

"Breaking news!" the volume of your TV that always ran in the background suddenly spiked up, and for the fraction of a second Mark's grip on you bordered on painful.

However it wasn't enough to keep you preoccupied, partially breaking the kiss to glance over to the screen...

...and what you saw made cold dread creep up your spine.

"Multiple superhumans all resembling Invincible are wreaking havoc in cities all around the world, overwhelming local and government forces. The police is advising everyone that if you come across one of those invididuals, do not approach them. They are dangerous and unpredictable. Remain hidden and report to local authori-"

It's him.

"They never get my good site" Mohawk's neck cracks as he moves his head from left to right, trying to relieve some stress of having been so rudely interrupted. He's not acknowledging your distress at all, instead looking straight ahead towards the footage of himself making the London Bridge collapse. "But hey, do you like what I've done to the place?"

You didn't even fully register what the news broadcaster had been explaining, and frankly it wouldn't be helpful either way - because at this moment, one of those villains destroying everything in their path was sitting right next to you.

"Please-"

"Relax, would you" he cuts you off both harshly and encouraging, draping an arm over your shoulder and letting out a content sigh. "If I wanted you dead, you'd already be. Okay, maybe that was the plan in the beginning" he chuckled gleeful, "but I changed my mind."

"Wha- how- who are you?" you whimmer only to be met with a smile so innocently, it bordered on pure madness.

"I'm Invicible, but..." he ponders, thoughtfully tapping his jaw. "...from an alternate universe, I guess? Never fully understood how this shit works."

You frown. "So what, you're just like some cheap, evil version of our Mark Grayson?"

"And- why are you at my house?" You have a distinct apprehension about his reasons.

"Oh, babydoll...so stubborn" he cockily corrects you, forcefully leading your hand to rest above his sternum. "I'm the upgrade."

"In my world we go way back, you know?" Mohawk holds your face with his free hand, pressing an absentminded kiss on your forehead. "The old story: Boy falls in love, girl breaks his heart, boy brutally murders girl..." he trails off, but the picture was clearly painted. "I came here to give you what you deserve."

"...and now?"

"Still do" he shrugs, a devilish glint in his eyes as he got an idea. "But I came to think that maybe you deserve something different..."

His words make you shiver, but he only laughs at your misery. "You're trembling. Cute. But I prefered you before. I like dominant women!"

When your eyes gloss in dread, Mohawk looked almost convincingly worried, hushing you while his lips erase the teardrops running down your cheeks. Delightful not only for him...

...because much to your horror, it was oddly comforting.

Out of a whim you get pulled onto his lap, unable to escape his suffocating proximity. You look at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity, which only spurs him to become bolder. He tugs on your towel so that it'd reveal what's beneath, shamelessly groaning at the sight.

"I wanted to hear you scream my name one last time..." he admitted, playfully wriggling his eyebrows. "But there's other ways to achieve that."

Mohawk leans in, the contrast of his hot breath against the chilling air rising goosebumps on your skin. You shiver, a strangled noise of approval vibrating in your throat when you feel his hands devote themselves to more sensitive parts of your body.

"Whaddaya say, sugar? I'll make it worth your while."

[mxnox]

As a kid I had waist length, long red hair.

Was constantly told that people paid a lot of money to get so close to the color I had. Had stylist and strangers tell me how jealous they were. Family and randos tell me I wasn’t allowed to cut it off or dye it completely because it would “be a waste”. Too many unknown old men stopped me since I could remember to tell me I’d be a heart breaker when I grew up. Had an abusive relationship that actually controlled my hair. Told me I wasn’t allowed to have it shorter than my shoulders.

Every time my mother had it cut she would tell me how anxious she was to get even a small bit chopped off because she loved it so much.

I always pushed it behind my ears. Kept it tied up. Struggled to maintain it. I hated brushing because it felt bad. Hated washing it.

Now I buzz it down to my scalp. No one can tell what color my hair is naturally. I love to dye it all sorts of fun colors and patterns. I also have a couple wigs which I don’t wear often. But I mostly neglect them.

I loathe the feeling of hair. It grosses me out and stresses me out to the point of full panic if I can feel it.

I still have strangers and those who don’t know better who tell me “oh you should grow it out. It would look so good on you.” Or “just grow it out once for me?” And I always shoot them down and tell them no. Because I’m tired of others telling me how I should look. Dictate how I have my hair. My hair. I have to live with it so it should be how I want it. And because I’ve tried. I’ve grown it out a few times. And each time it sent me spiraling.

So I’ve learned to unapologetically keep my hair how I like it. How I need it. And i love it. Which is all that really matters.

my aunt used to be a beauty pageant kid. had long, beautiful red hair with a curl pattern that made hairdressers jealous. her mother would pay people lots of money to spend hours styling my aunt's hair

predictably, as a young adult, my aunt cut all of her hair off. buzzed down to the scalp. she still keeps it pretty short- long enough for curls to develop, but only on the top of her head. she says she can't stand the feeling of her hair touching her ears or neck.

recently she's started collecting and styling wigs. she'll even wear them, occasionally, to a fancy event or if she just doesn't want to be bothered by distant family when she goes shopping. and she spends hours styling these wigs, even though she doesn't use them all that often.

i asked her about it. she said that sometimes, growth looks a lot like regression with a twist. that she's reclaiming something she enjoyed as a kid, and could have enjoyed more. she said she's practicing having agency, and that it's a skill that doesn't come very naturally for her. having agency, i mean. she's really good at styling wigs.

[useless-chan-draws]

I'm actually a huge fan of the headcanon that William owns a bunch of rubies and that he gave them to the members of the clan. *

Each vampire receives a sun-shaped pendant once they're officially part of the "family." Additionally, Alexis, Vincent, and Lovely obviously receive a crown, and it's not unusual for William to give jewels to his close ones for special occasions ( such as birthdays or any other significant event). For instance, he gave Vincent a ring and Lovely a bracelet.

Porter turned his pendant into an earring, which he always wore, no matter the circumstances. It's the only piece of jewelry William ever gave him. Instead, he gets a dagger—a lethal and very well crafted one— that he uses for every job. After this chaotic summit, however, this gift leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

Vincent and Lovely don't feel the need to wear their rubies all the time. Of course, they would put on their crown for the summit, and Vincent often wear his ring when he has a meeting with the clan, but other than that, it depends (mainly on their outfits). Just the fact that William gave them these gift is enough.

Sam never wore his pendant, unless it was absolutely necessary, like for the rare summit he attended.

* original headcanon by @us3rnam3-r3dact3d

Some examples of the Solaire's crest:

My moodboard/inspiration:

[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

the debate of who’s house you’re going to move your baby into. you want your own little bungalow to be the family home but rafe also wants to buy a brand new home for a fresh start

something that’s ours - rafe cameron

part three of the baby series (send me ideas for series names pleaseee🙏 )

series masterlist

warnings: pregnancy, none just fluff

au: might be my fav series ever to write. and thank you so much for all the love and support!! i started writing fics a few weeks ago so i just started posting them yesterday and since all i’m doing on spring break is swimming and being at the beach, i have lots of time to write (since it is my favorite thing in the world)

word count 512 (she’s a shorty)

You sat on the couch, knees pulled up to your chest, watching as Rafe paced the small living room of your bungalow. His movements were slow, thoughtful—less agitated, more contemplative. You knew this conversation was coming. You had felt it brewing for days now, ever since the reality of your growing belly made it impossible to ignore the changes ahead. “We should move,” Rafe said finally, his voice careful, measured. Not demanding—just…suggesting.

Your stomach twisted. “Rafe—” “Hear me out,” he interrupted gently, coming to sit beside you. His hands found yours, threading your fingers together as he exhaled, blue eyes scanning your face. “I get it, okay? I know you love this place. But… don’t you think we should have something new? A fresh start?” You glanced around the room—the familiar creaky floorboards, the warm-toned walls, the windows that rattled when the wind blew too hard. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours. It had been yours long before Rafe. And the thought of leaving it behind, of uprooting everything when you were already bracing for so much change, made your chest tighten.

“I just don’t see why we can’t stay here,” you admitted, voice smaller than you intended. “It’s already home.” Rafe softened. “I know, baby.” He lifted your joined hands, brushing his lips over your knuckles. “But… think about it. A house big enough for everything we need—more space, a yard, an actual nursery. A place that’s ours.” You chewed the inside of your cheek. “This is ours.”

He smiled, a soft, knowing one. “It’s yours. I want to give us something that’s ours from the start.” Your throat tightened. “I hate change,” you whispered. “I hate that everything already feels like it’s shifting all at once, and now you want to take away the one thing that’s stayed the same.” Rafe’s face fell slightly, his brows pulling together. “Hey…” He reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m not trying to take anything away from you.” His thumb brushed over your cheek. “I just want to give you more.”

You inhaled shakily, leaning into his touch. “What if it doesn’t feel like home?” His lips pressed together, considering your words. Then, he reached for your hand, guiding it to rest over your stomach. “It will,” he murmured. “Because home isn’t these walls, baby. It’s us. It’s wherever we are. And no matter where we go, that won’t change.” Your heart clenched. Rafe wasn’t trying to force you into anything. He wasn’t angry or impatient. He just wanted to give you something better, something new—something that was yours together. You let out a slow breath.

“Can we… take our time looking?” A slow, relieved smile spread across Rafe’s face. “Of course.” He kissed your forehead, lingering for a moment. “We’ll find the perfect place. No rush.” AS he pulled you against his chest, his hand resting protectively over your stomach, you thought that maybe, just maybe, he was right. Home wasn’t four walls. It was him. It was this. It was everything you were building together.

[raaorqtpbpdy]

This is such a short-sighted take.

Copyright exists and is essential to protect creators. The fact that it gets exploited by companies is a problem that needs to be solved but not by getting rid of copyright completely. If it were abolished, no artist of any kind would be able to reliably make a living on their art ever again.

Without copyright, every album a band released could be copied outright and sold cheaper by a third party with no consequences. Visual artists would have no recourse if someone stole their design and made hundreds of dollars selling T-shirts with it without the artist seeing a cent. And authors like myself? We'd be completely fucked. Book piracy is already a serious threat to authors, even traditionally published ones with a big company behind them.

In a perfect world where everyone respects creators, maybe we wouldn't need copyright laws. But we don't live in a perfect world. I know the above commenter means well, but ownership of ideas absolutely does matter when money changes hands.

A prime example of this is Emily Gwen, the creator of the "sunset" lesbian flag, currently the most popular lesbian flag. She waived her copyright rights by releasing the flag as a public domain design. Partly because of that she currently lives in poverty. Individuals, not just corporations, sell things with her design on it all the time, and no matter how much credit she gets, she doesn't see a cent of their profits because she chose to forego ownership of her idea.

That was her choice which every individual is entitled to, but it's my understanding that she regrets not choosing a creative commons attribution rather than public domain which would have prevented capitalizing on her design. Because there is a copyright attribution that allows anyone to use an idea as long as no money is made.

And don't give me any of that "but but but fan creations" BS, those are completely legal under fair use, which is part of copyright law. Copyright law doesn't need to be abolished just so you can write your fanfics without fear. You can already do that as long as you're not charging money for it.

And if you are wanting to make money off fanfic, get a real job. Write something original and maybe you'll appreciate the protections of copyright law more. I appreciate that writing fanfic is hard work, I write it myself, but profiting off other people's ideas without them getting their share is wrong, even if you credit them. Creators living in poverty don't want credit, they need money, and without copyright their ability to get it would be even more limited than it already is.

If you genuinely advocate for the complete abolishment of copyright law, I can only assume you have no respect for artists or their work. In which case I will be advocating for copyright even harder to protect creatives from people like you, who obviously don't understand their value to our society and the importance of their protections.

What you actually want is for corporations to no longer be legally classified as individuals so they can no longer hold individual copyright. What you actually want is for it to be illegal for copyrights to be bought and sold so that people other than the original creator of something can be needlessly litigious "protecting" something they didn't create but now "own". What you actually want is for corporations to be regulated, not for copyright to be abolished.

I'm pro copyright because I love cool things and I want the people who create them to be able to make a living off their work instead of dying in obscurity while someone else makes millions off a slightly altered version of what they made. Incidentally I also think all corporations should be regulated and restricted to the ninth level of hell and back.

being pro-copyright is like a cartoon "i hate cool things" political stance

[astrolook]

Is Your Dominant Planet Helping or Sabotaging You?

Ever feel like one planet in your chart is completely running your life? Like, no matter what, you always default to a certain way of thinking, reacting, or making the same questionable decisions? That’s your dominant planet at work. But is it making your life easier… or way harder than it needs to be? Let’s break it down.

How to Tell Which Planet is Dominant in Your Chart

Your dominant planet isn’t necessarily your Sun, Moon, or Rising—it’s the one with the most influence over your personality, choices, and bad habits. Some signs it’s the boss of your chart:

It’s in its home sign (like Venus in Libra or Mars in Aries) or exalted (like Moon in Taurus).

It has the most aspects (connections) to other planets.

It sits in a major house, like the 1st (identity), 10th (career), or 7th (relationships).

It rules your Sun, Moon, AND Rising (triple threat).

It’s the only planet of a certain element (Fire, Earth, Air, Water) in your chart.

If you have two or more dominant planets, congrats—you’re a complicated mess with conflicting instincts (but at least you’re interesting). You're like a cosmic onion.

Your Dominant Planet: The Good, The Bad, & The Ridiculous

☀️ Sun Dominant – The Main Character

Natural confidence—people notice you whether you want them to or not.

Charismatic and great at leading (or at least pretending to know what you’re doing).

Magnetic presence—people either admire you or feel deeply threatened.

Cannot handle being ignored for even five minutes.

Takes everything way too personally (the group chat going silent is not about you).

Life is one big performance, even when no one’s watching.

🌙 Moon Dominant – The Walking Emotional Rollercoaster

Emotionally intuitive—you just know when someone’s lying.

People trust you instantly (whether you wanted that responsibility or not).

Deeply caring—probably the “mom friend” of the group.

Gets attached too fast—if someone is nice to you once, they’re basically family.

Mood swings for absolutely no reason (and good luck explaining them).

Overthinks texts, social interactions, and why the barista looked at you weird.

🪐 Saturn Dominant – The Workaholic Who Can’t Relax

Disciplined and reliable—if you say you’ll do something, it gets done.

People respect you because you actually have your life together (or seem like you do).

Ages like fine wine—born a stressed-out child, but gets way cooler with time.

Takes responsibility for everything, even things that are not your problem.

Permanent resting serious face—people assume you’re judging them.

🔥 Mars Dominant – The Human Energy Drink

High-energy.

Assertive—you go after what you want and get it.

Quick reflexes—probably great at sports, fighting, or avoiding responsibilities.

Zero patience—slow walkers and buffering videos are your worst nightmare.

Occasional anger issues (“I’M NOT MAD, YOU’RE JUST WRONG”).

Thinks first, acts later… if at all.

🌿 Venus Dominant – The Flirt Who Gets Away with Everything

Naturally charming—people are drawn to you without knowing why.

Always looks effortlessly put together (even when you’re a mess inside).

Romantic AF—you love love.

Indecisive as hell—picking a restaurant is a 3-hour ordeal.

Can’t say no—people-pleasing is your toxic trait.

Might have a tiny shopping addiction (but hey, self-care).

☁️ Mercury Dominant – The Fast-Talker & Overthinker

Sharp, witty, and always has a comeback (even when you should probably keep quiet).

Absorbs information like a sponge—trivia night MVP.

Can talk to literally anyone about anything.

Mind never shuts up—sleep is a myth.

Either replies to texts instantly… or in three months, no in-between.

Talks way too fast—people need subtitles.

🌎 Jupiter Dominant – The Chaotic Optimist

Lucky AF—things somehow work out for you.

Big personality, big dreams, big everything.

Loves adventure—you’re always down for something wild.

Overestimates how much time, money, and luck you actually have.

Can’t resist saying yes to everything—major FOMO energy.

No impulse control—“Let’s book a trip right now.”

🔮 Neptune Dominant – The Daydreamer Who Might Be on Another Planet

Insanely creative—your imagination is unreal.

People find you mystical and intriguing (even when you’re just zoning out).

Deeply intuitive—you just know things before they happen.

Time management is a joke—was that 5 minutes or 5 hours? Who knows.

Has full-on fantasies about things that will never happen (but what if they did?).

Trusts people too easily (no, they will not "change" for you).

🖤 Pluto Dominant – The Intensity Overlord

Unshakable—life could crumble around you and you’d be fine.

Magnetic energy—people either worship or fear you.

Always transforming—rises from the ashes like a badass phoenix.

Suspicious of everyone (and usually right).

Constantly going through some kind of crisis.

Low-key enjoys dark, broody thoughts for fun.

So… Is Your Dominant Planet Helping or Sabotaging You?

Either way, you’re stuck with it. But the more you understand it, the more you can work with it instead of letting it run your life.

Want a full breakdown of your dominant planet & how it’s shaping your life? DM me with your birth details & email for a complete astrology reading! Look at my pinned post for pricing. 🔮✨

[loveemagicpeace]

South node & what you need to release 

South node in 1st house- you need to release a part of yourself to be fully in a relationship. You need to put more of your energy into others. Be more comfortable with others. You also need to find your true self to actually find someone who is right for you. The problem with this south node is that the person likes to be alone and feels comfortable alone, but deep down they want someone. They seek connection with the wrong people and let people into their lives who are not good for them. They need someone who will truly see them for who they are. For you to truly find your person. You have to look within yourself.

South node in 2nd house- you have to let go of control, comfort, attachment to things. You are used to stability, security, comfort, luxury, money, material things. You can hold on to the things and people you love for a long time. You may have developed a strong attachment to financial security or to defining your value through what you own or how others perceive you in a concrete way. The North Node in the 8th house pushes you toward inner transformation, trusting more in emotional depth and connections with others. You’re meant to learn to let go, trust life’s flow, and accept that true value isn’t in material wealth but in deep connections, emotional growth, and transformation. True abundance comes from inner evolution rather than just financial or physical security.

 South Node in 3rd house- you have to let go of your past life patterns (or karmic tendencies) revolve around intellect, communication, logic, and gathering information. You may have been someone who relied heavily on the mind, facts, and constant learning, but without diving deep into true wisdom. You may have a habit of gathering endless information or overthinking things, but now it’s time to focus on deeper understanding rather than just facts. The 3rd house is linked to short trips, social interactions, and mental stimulation. If you’re always engaged in small talk or minor tasks, it's time to step back and focus on the bigger picture. You may have been comfortable with familiar ideas and local surroundings, but now you’re meant to explore new cultures, philosophies, and a broader spiritual or intellectual perspective.

South Node in 4th house -you have to let go the comforts of home, the environment you are used to, and you may have to become more alienated from your mother (your mother may have had a great influence on you when you were little and on your decisions). You may have been deeply attached to your past, your family, or the need for comfort and emotional safety. You may have had a strong attachment to your family, home life, or childhood patterns. Now, you're meant to create your own path rather than staying tied to old emotional dynamics. You may have spent lifetimes focused on family duties, caretaking, or your inner emotional world. Now, it’s time to prioritize your career, ambitions, and public legacy. The 4th house is a deeply personal and emotional space. If you’ve been too focused on personal matters, you need to step up and embrace responsibility in the professional or public sphere.

South Node in 5th house- your soul has already experienced themes of creativity, romance, pleasure, and self-expression in past lives. You may have been deeply immersed in self-expression, personal projects, or artistic pursuits, but now, the lesson is to share your talents in a way that benefits the collective rather than just for personal fulfillment. You have to let go of worries related to children and focus on your joy. It's time to move away from needing intense love affairs and instead focus on deeper, long-term bonds built on friendship and shared ideals. If you’ve been used to standing out as the center of attention, the challenge is to recognize that you don’t lose yourself by being part of something bigger.

South Node in 6th house-you have to let go of worries, over-analyzing, perfectionism. Worries about health or a general preoccupation with cleanliness and minimalism. You are probably very good at organizing, planning things, and you usually want things to go according to plan. It's good to let yourself know that you're not perfect and that things don't always have to be perfect. You may have spent lifetimes being highly disciplined, responsible, and focused on efficiency. Now, it’s time to let go of the idea that your worth is tied to how much you accomplish. You may have a habit of focusing on flaws—either in yourself or others. This lifetime is about shifting from judgment to compassion and seeing the bigger picture rather than just the details. This lifetime is about shifting from rigid control and practicality to deep surrender and trust in the unknown.

South Node in 7th house- you have to let go of relationships that no longer serve you and start to find who you are without the relationships you have in your life. You may have focused a lot on relationships and spent a lot of time in relationships and are used to always having someone, but in this case, your goal is to find yourself without a partner. Not caring about the needs of others but serving yourself. It's time to release the fear of disappointing others and focus on your own desires. However, your soul's growth now comes from embracing independence and learning that solitude is where you discover your true self. The lesson here is to stop relying on others to affirm your worth.

South Node in 8th house- you are used to transformations, intense things, deep relationships. In past lives, you may have been financially, emotionally, or energetically tied to others, relying on their resources or support. Now, you are meant to build your own stability and wealth rather than depending on external sources. The 8th house deals with endings, trauma, and deep emotional experiences. You may have had past-life experiences of loss, power struggles, or intense transformations. Now, your soul craves peace, security, and steadiness, rather than dramatic ups and downs. The 8th house is connected to deep emotional bonds, sometimes to the point of obsession. You may have a history of toxic relationships, karmic entanglements, or emotional extremes, and now, you're meant to learn self-worth, self-reliance, and emotional stability.

South Node in 9th house-your soul has spent past lives (or early in this life) focused on seeking truth, higher knowledge, travel, and philosophical exploration. You may have a tendency to always look at life in a broad, philosophical way, but now, you’re meant to focus on the details and practical knowledge rather than abstract ideas. In past lives, you may have been a traveler, a scholar, or a spiritual seeker who moved from place to place in search of wisdom. Now, it's time to find meaning in your immediate surroundings, everyday conversations, and personal experiences rather than always looking outward. In past lives, you may have walked a solitary path, seeking truth in foreign lands or through intellectual pursuits. Now, you are meant to engage with your local community, form meaningful conversations, and share knowledge in a way that connects people.

South Node in 10th house- you may have built your identity around success, recognition, and achievements. Now, your path is about finding fulfillment within, rather than relying on career or public image for validation. In past lives, you may have been extremely ambitious, prioritizing work and public life over personal matters. It’s time to release the need to prove yourself through constant productivity and focus on emotional well-being instead. Now, you are meant to embrace your emotions, heal family wounds, and create a safe space for yourself. – In past lives, your soul may have prioritized external accomplishments over home and relationships. This lifetime teaches you that personal connections and emotional stability matter more than public success.

South Node in 11th house-you may have spent lifetimes being deeply involved in social causes, communities, or large networks. While this gave you a sense of belonging, you are now meant to focus on your own individuality rather than blending into a group. Now, your soul’s path is about following your heart, embracing joy, and allowing yourself to create without overanalyzing. You might have a habit of prioritizing friendships or collective goals over personal relationships. In this lifetime, you're meant to embrace romance, intimacy, and the vulnerability that comes with deep personal connections. Your challenge is to stop waiting for “someday” and allow yourself to live fully in the moment. You may feel more comfortable working behind the scenes or as part of a team. But now, you're being called to step into the spotlight, embrace your uniqueness, and let your creative energy shine.

South Node in 12th house-In past lives, you may have been a mystic, monk, or someone who lived in retreat from society. You may naturally withdraw from the world, but this life is about engaging in the physical world and being of service. Now, you're meant to ground your spiritual wisdom in daily routines and structured habits instead of floating in the abstract. The 12th house is tied to past-life karma. You may feel like you have an unseen weight on your shoulders or a subconscious sense of guilt. In this lifetime, you are not meant to sacrifice yourself but to serve others in a balanced, healthy way. You may have a habit of avoiding structure, discipline, or the details of daily life. Your soul is now learning the importance of commitment, routine, and practical efforts that lead to real-world results.

-Rebekah 🧜🏻‍♀️💗

[lavenderhateswritting]

Sinister!Mark x Reader

You're running. The streets are chaos and deep in your heart you understand that there is very little you can do. Running from one person to the next desperately trying to heal who you can, has taken so much out of you . You've been going for hours at this point with no end in sight. The carnage is so brutal you're having a hard time distinguishing one body from the other. When you can you lean down and heal those who are still alive and breathing and point them to the nearest safe house.

Invincible and you had never been close. He was obviously a very nice guy and you could respect him for trying to fight the good fight, but you were support. When the world went to shit you came in after to pick up the pieces so you to never really got to know him. Now you don't know if you'll be able to look him in the eyese without seeing the carnage being created by the other Invincibles around the world.

You were at home when a Mark began reeking habit on downtown Chicago. You couldn't just sit and wait for the fight to be over so you ran to the streets and tried your hardest to help where you could. Which had gotten you caught out without any backup and low on energy.

"It's okay I've got you" You told the civilian you were leaning down to heal.

"Thank you. Oh god thank you I can't feel my legs"

"I'm gonna heal you and then you're gonna have to make a run for the safe house on halsted okay" You placed your hand on his knee and felt some of your energy being sapped away as you fixed his legs.

"You're waisting your time I'm just gonna kill you both anyways." The voice made a chill run down your back.

How could you be so stupid you should have been paying attention. The sounds of destruction had been steadily geting closer, but between your fight to try and help as many people as you could and stop yourself from collapsing everything had turned to background noise. And now he was right behind you.

"Of course I guess if you wanted I could give you a head start. What do you think 10 seconds or 20? I mean it doesn't matter, but time is time." His mocking tone just added on to your hopelessness. You weren't going to make it out of here alive.

The civilian you were helping began to stumble to his street and run as fast as he could. You watched as he tripped over his feet trying his hardest to make use of his head start.

"Aww that's really cute he's actually trying. That's okay I'll make it quick." The Invincible double said. You felt him speed passed you getting dust and dirt in your eyes.

"WAIT NO!" You screamed as you tried to warn the civilian desperately trying to get away. It was to late the Invincible double already had his fist in their stomach up to the elbow.

"Haha sorry about that you just healed that guy right." He finally turned to you. He looked exactly like Invincible except his suit was black and yellow instead of blue and yellow and his smile there was something so rotten about the smile he sent you.

"Well isn't that interesting." He looked at your face and the sinister smile he had on his face began to grow. You could barely breathe and all of a sudden he was directly in front of you scanning your face so close you could feel his breath on youre skin.

"You look just like them." If it was possible his smile got even wider.

You jumped backwards desperately trying to crawl away as fast as possible. It didn't matter. He grabbed your face with a grip so hard that you could feel your jaw straining under the force.

"Now where do you think you're going love. It's been so long since I've seen this face of yours."

"Let go of me I don't know who the hell you are , but just kill me already you asshole." Your voice was shaking, but you were trying your hardest to at least die with dignity.

"Has the Mark in this universe left you to sit here just running around with that fire in you. What a fucking idiot." He finally let go of your face. You turned to make a run for it, but before you could the ground was already disappearing underneath your feet.

"You know in my universe we used to do this all the time. I'd fly you up here and then I'd fuck you above all of these worms who never stood a chance agaisnt me." He was holding you up by your shoulders and shooting into the sky. He watched your face as he spoke those words searching for some kind of reaction all you could do was scream.

"Put me down. Holy shit put me down you crazy son of a bitch." Your eyes were watering from the wind in your eyes and you were so high you could no longer see the Chicago skyline.

"Really you want me to put you down?" He was smiling still laughing at your panicking. "Ok if you say so." And then he let you go.

The ground was geting closer and closer and as you flailed your arms you were certain this would be it.

"Nah just kidding." He said as he swooped in and grabbed you a few miles above the ground.

"Why are you crying love you know I would never drop you." There were tears free flowing down your face now you.

"What do yo want from me. I don't know anything that could help you. I don't even know Invincible that well." Your voice was shot you. It felt like you ahd been screaming for hours you were drained in a way you had never felt before.

"Oh love I don't want anything from you. I never did." His faced softened into something that could almost be viewed as love. He leaned forward and you flinched back, but you couldn't go far as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

"They took you from me. Turned you against me. Made me have to do something I would have never done If they hadn't left me with no other choice." As he was speaking his hold on you got tighter and tighter until you couled feel your bones creaking.

"But, I've been given another chance and I won't fail you this time." He turned his head against your neck and you finally felt him leave a feather light kiss on your neck.

You thought as fast as you could and finally you reached your arm up and rubbed your hand on his forearm.

"It's okay Mark. I'm right here, but you've gotta let me down you know. You've gotta let me do my job." You had no clue how the other you acted and if you're being honest you just needed to get out of here anyway you could.

"If I let you goback to work I'm just gonna have to kill you again." The saddened ex lover was gone and now it was just the mass killer again.

"Okay okay I won't go back to work then I'll go back to my apartment." You just needed to get out of his hold any way you could if you're being honest. You would have told him you were going to backflip off Sears Tower if it would have gotten him to let you go.

He pulled his head back so fast of he could have gotten whiplash you could have sworn he would have gotten it. There was maic look to his face again.

"Yeah we're going to go back to your apartment. And then we're going to watch (favorite show) and have some pizza. You're a genuis love." He kissed the top of your head and then all of a sudden you were speeding off and were in front of the door to your apartment.

You were staring at it with shaking hands and wide opened eyes. The psycho killer who had already killed one version of you and had killed a civilian diectly in front of you after destroying a city new exactly where your apartment was. That's just fucking great.

"Open the door love." His voice still had that manic edge to it as he stood behind you. You reached into your pocket and fumbled with your keys before you opened the door.

He zipped in immediately and began taking his suit off while floating off the ground.

"Woof I need a shower order the food and I'll borrow some of your clothes okay." He was peeling the bloody costume off in the middle of your fucking living room.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you watched him get undressed. You were seeing parts of Invincible that you really weren't ever supposed to see and holy shit he wasn't wearing underwear. You turned your head and trying to not think about the line of hair that began below his stomach and worked its way down lower than you were ever supposed to see on him.

"I can't order food you destroyed the city remember." Why would you say that your brain was literally short circuiting right now.

"Haa yeah I did whoops guess we'll just have to make something." And then he spead off down the hall to your bathroom. Something in you wanted to keep your costume on if nothing else than just as emotional support since you were trapped in your one bedroom apartment with a fucking serial killer. But the dust and grime had begun to make your skin itch and before you knew it he was out of the bathroom and you were in it.

Sitting on the couch you turned on (favorite show). He layed his head on your lap and grabbed your hand and placed it on his head. You began to work your hands through his hair as he slowly started to loose the tension in his body. Once you finally heard his breath shllow out and tiny snores make their way past his lips you finally hung your head back. Fuck how were you gonna explain this to Cecil.

Grammar mistakes probably I speed wrote this in the middle of the night I can't tell if I wanna write about Conquest next or Batman I love old men I don't know if this really reads like Sinister he feels a little more sidistic than I've made him here

[dependell]

People act like the only reason you could dislike the 13th doctor is because you're misogynist. I'll be the first to say I love Jodie Whittaker, but her entire run as the doctor was tainted by Chris Chibnall, who seemingly lacked an understanding of how characters or stories should work.

I used to keep up with the show as it aired, I watched The Doctor Falls and Twice Upon A Time live and was completely engrossed. I was optimistic about series 11 and eager to see what fresh direction the show might go.

I was treated to stories befitting the worst of the classic era. This was some Sixth Doctor level bad writing. I couldn't make it through series 11 at the time of airing. It was only after Chibnall had finished his run and handed the reins back over to RTD that I had the bravery to actually go back and see what he did with the show. I finished Series 11 recently.

The closest to decent episode was It Takes You Away but even that was still a rushed and half-baked mess. Episodes like Kerblam! and Rosa are downright insulting to the viewer, one performs apologetics for Amazon's treatment of its workers using the Doctor as a mouthpiece (the Doctor never considers the managers' complicity in the system and after giving them a stern talking-to trusts them to turn it into a Good™ megacorporation off-screen... This is after she unnecessarily and brutally murders a revolutionary worker). The season ending on The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos is another half-baked slap in the face, Chibnall trying to pretend he can do series-long arcs just as well as Moffat or Davies, except he absolutely cannot.

Surprisingly, Resolution was actually pretty decent, probably better than any Series 11 episode, not least of which because I can understand the danger, the stakes, and the Doctor gets to actually care about something instead of being written to bumble aimlessly about the entire episode.

Admittedly I've only made it a little bit into Series 12, but that's because it's genuinely difficult to watch. I feel like my intelligence is being insulted at every turn. It feels like Doctor Who for the TikTok generation. Spyfall was a sad, sad excuse for a Doctor Who spy thriller. Half of the setups it gives go genuinely nowhere, dozens of mystery boxes reduced to red herrings, because it turns out it was The Master! He did it all, because... uhm... well... A-AND he convinced these interdimensional beings to help him by, uh... well... he uh... well I guess it doesn't matter! They were helping him in the first place because they wanted to... uh... They wanted... Hmm... Well there was that tech CEO guy! He was super involved, because he wanted to turn humans into hard drives, for uh... Well... He wanted that because... I guess he had a lot of data to store, which would be... Hmm...

Dhawan's Master exemplifies the flattening of every character under Chibnall. All the work Moffat did to add layers of complexity and depth to Missy gets thrown out the window (k, admittedly it does seem Moffat was the one to break that particular toy before Chibnall got to it, but when has "the Master gets killed at the end of the story" ever stopped them from showing up unscathed later on?), Dhawan takes Simm's craziness and cranks it up to 11, now he just laughs maniacally and seems to do completely random things for no particular reason, just if he finds them amusing in the moment. But he also brought back his shrink ray so they can pretend this is more faithful to the classic era. Nevermind that the classic era Master was always a suave Machiavellian mastermind. I'd personally love to see Dhawan do that, but instead he just giggles like a doofus all the time. At least give them romantic tension like Missy/12 or something, jeez!

And then only last night did I finish Orphan 55, which is probably a low point not just for the Chibnall era but for the entire modern run (I won't say it's the worst of the entire show, the classic era has its... moments). It is literally an unfinished episode of television, self-admitted by the production crew, the entire latter half is so sloppily edited that you will actually struggle to follow what is supposed to be happening. They clearly did not get all the shots they needed and had to just toss whatever they had together and pray. My favorite part was their land tank being surrounded by monsters so they flee... by, uh, climbing out the bottom and running away from the tank that is clearly not surrounded by monsters at all. But that's not all, no no, the writing is miserable, nobody talks or acts like a human being, there is zero charisma, none of the subplots matter or leave any emotional impression (the grandma almost made me feel an emotion, until her reaction to hearing her husband was killed is "ugh! how could you?"), the twist can be seen coming from miles away and it's all just so the Doctor can lecture us like a neoliberal politician who wants to sound mad at "the system" without calling any one thing or person out because the system lines their pockets.

I am still going to force myself to finish Series 12 and 13 because I am a fan of this show and that means I must subject myself to as much of it as I can. But watching Orphan 55 is the type of stuff that makes me put the show down for a few weeks. It's the kind of thing that made me stop tuning in live every week.

The saddest part, really, is that the show is still like this, in a lot of ways. Yeah sure Davies came back, but he seems ill-fitted to the modern style of television where you get 8 episodes and ten billion dollars. "Season One"/Series 14 was a hugely mixed bag, with highlights like 73 Yards and Dot & Bubble underscored by flops like Space Babies and the finale that calls you an idiot for following the threads Davies purposefully laid out for you to follow. And he seems to share Chibnall's inability to convey any sense of character or who these people actually are.

Who is the thirteenth Doctor? She's the eleventh Doctor's autism turned up a few notches until she acts genuinely stupid in ways the Doctor usually didn't (well, Moffat had his moments with 11 and 12...). She doesn't have much beyond that, any deeper philosophy must be inferred to have carried over from previous incarnations.

Who is Ryan? Well, he's a black teenager with a contentious relationship with his stepdad. And him being black does matter so we can make sure to only give him black love interests 🙄. In the first episode we see he has a motive disability and a YouTube channel. Neither of these things come up again. So that's his character.

Who is Graham? Well, he's the step-dad Ryan has a contentious relationship with. His wife died, and that comes up exactly once in It Takes You Away, and then doesn't matter.

Who is Yaz? She got the worst of the bunch. She's a woman... Well, an Indian woman, so she can have a personal connection in Demons of the Punjab, but then her race never matters again. We see she's a cop in the first episode! That never comes up again. So she's just... A woman. Who is there. And as I understand it tries to get kissy-kissy with 13 in the last season. I mean I can't blame her, it's Jodie Whittaker.

And even though I haven't finished Series 12, I know exactly where it's going. The Timeless Child. I used to be much more upset about it, but now I see it for all that it is - a desperate, cloying attempt to claw back some relevancy for the show since its viewership and ratings had been steadily falling for years. A no-holds-barred, "throw the emergency Lore Change lever!" that gives the illusion of being a really big deal while truly having very little impact on the Doctor or her character. What does the Timeless Child really change about the Doctor? On like a core, character level. All it does is shuffle some facts around on a Wikia page.

I just wish 13 had better material to work with. Here's hoping Big Finish can step up and give her some decent stories.

seeing 12th doctor fans trashing 13.... let's all hold hands and be fandom pariahs together... peace and love....