#but i think that goes back on the purpose of this

[solxamber]

Giving Them Chocolates on Valentine's Day with: Savanaclaw

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Leona Kingscholar

You find Leona sprawled out under his favorite tree, one arm draped over his eyes, looking about two seconds away from a nap.

Typical.

You take a deep breath, shoving down every ounce of nervousness, and step closer, holding out the neatly wrapped box. “Here.”

Leona cracks one eye open, lazily glancing at the chocolates like you just handed him an average Tuesday. With a low hum, he takes them, rolling the box in his hand with a raised brow.

“Hm? What’s this for?”

You narrow your eyes. “What do you think it’s for?”

He stretches, completely unbothered, as if he gets gifted chocolates all the time (which, okay, maybe he does, but that’s not the point right now).

“Dunno," he drawls, clearly messing with you. "You bribing me for something?”

Your eye twitches. “Leona.”

He huffs a laugh, finally looking at you, amusement flickering in his gaze. And then you say it.

"Happy Valentine’s Day."

And oh.

It’s like you hit him with a truck.

His smirk falters for half a second, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around the box. His pupils dilate—a barely-there shift, but you catch it.

He goes quiet. Not his usual lazy, I-don't-care quiet, but the kind that comes when he’s actually processing something.

Then, so smoothly it almost throws you off, he leans back, a slow, pleased grin spreading across his face.

"…Took you long enough," he murmurs, sounding downright smug.

Your heart does a stupid flip. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Leona ignores you, already sitting up properly, one arm resting lazily over his knee. "Pick a nice place for dinner tonight," he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. "On me, of course."

You blink. "What?"

He taps the box. "These chocolates. They’re from you. To me." He tilts his head, all sharp confidence and warmth. "That makes us partners now, doesn’t it?"

Your brain short-circuits. “I—wait, what—"

"Better choose somewhere good," he continues, completely unbothered by your struggling. "I’m not wasting our first date on cheap takeout."

Your heart is going through it.

Leona smirks. "Oh? What’s with that look?"

You swear you see his tail flick just slightly, the only sign of how incredibly pleased he is.

You groan, covering your face with your hands. "You’re doing this on purpose."

He chuckles, leaning in just close enough to murmur, "Yeah, yeah. You still like me, though."

…You’re doomed.

Ruggie Bucchi

You barely get the chance to say anything before Ruggie spots the chocolates in your hands. His sharp eyes flicker to the heart-shaped box, and he immediately grins.

“Oooh, what’s this?” He leans in slightly, tail swishing with interest. “Someone confess to ya?”

You blink. “Huh? No.”

He tilts his head, playful and curious. “Oh? Then, uh… you gonna keep it?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why?”

His grin widens. “Because if ya don’t want it, I can, y’know… dispose of it for ya.”

You snort. “Ruggie, you just wanna eat it.”

“Duh.” He laughs, not even bothering to deny it. “Be a shame to waste good chocolate, right?”

Typical Ruggie.

You shake your head, amused, before finally shoving the box toward him. “Good thing it’s for you, then.”

Ruggie pauses.

It’s subtle, the way his ears perk up, the way his tail stiffens mid-swing. His grip on the box is light at first, almost hesitant, like he’s making sure he heard you right.

“For me?” His voice comes out softer, almost cautious.

You nod, suddenly a little shy under his gaze. “Yeah. I like you. So, you know… Happy Valentine’s Day.”

For the first time, Ruggie looks completely, utterly stunned.

His mouth parts slightly, blinking up at you like his brain just hit a temporary loading screen. And honestly? He looks adorable.

Then—just as quickly as the surprise hit—he recovers.

Ruggie grins, his usual confidence flickering back into place as he shifts the box under one arm. “Well, well. Ain’t this a nice surprise?”

You raise a brow. “You okay there?”

“Pfft. ‘Course I am!” He laughs, shaking his head. “Just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

Then—softer, warmer, but still undeniably Ruggie— “I like you too, y’know.”

Your heart stumbles.

He notices, obviously, because his grin turns downright cheeky. “Heh. Look at you, getting all flustered."

“Oh, shut up.”

He just laughs again, effortlessly slipping his fingers through yours, tugging you along like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “C’mon, let’s go. Can’t let all this romantic energy go to waste, right?”

And just like that—you’re dragged along.

Jack Howl

Jack is not the kind of guy who gets flustered easily. He’s tough, level-headed, always the first to brush things off with that no-nonsense attitude of his.

Which is why seeing him completely short-circuit is so incredibly satisfying.

You hold out the chocolates, your heart hammering as you say, “These are for you. I like you, Jack. Happy Valentine’s.”

His ears shoot straight up. His tail freezes mid-sway. His mouth opens like he’s about to say something, but—nothing.

No words. No sound. Just pure, stunned silence.

You wait.

And wait.

Jack still says nothing.

But his tail? His tail is betraying him completely.

It explodes into motion, wagging so fast that you swear he’s about to lift off like a helicopter. NASA is calling. He’s about to reach orbit.

“…Jack?” you prompt, biting back a smile.

He blinks rapidly, as if rebooting, and finally—finally—manages to form words.

“I—” He clears his throat, cheeks flushed, voice a little strained. “I like you too.”

Your heart skips.

Jack rubs the back of his neck, glancing to the side like he’s gathering his courage. “Are you, uh… free tonight?”

You tilt your head. “Why?”

He shifts awkwardly. The tail is still going. “Because I wanna take you on a date.”

Your stomach flips. “Yeah,” you say, smiling. “I’d like that.”

Jack nods, determined, as if locking this in before fate can take it away. “Good. I’ll—I’ll plan something nice.”

You have never seen him this flustered. It is absolutely adorable.

And judging by the way his tail refuses to stop wagging, you’re pretty sure he’s never been this happy, either.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[kiwriteswords]

I was listening to Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae (it gives me so much Hotch vibes for some reason??? I love it) and I thought it would be the perfect occasion to make a request for your Thirsty Thursday 👀 I don't have much idea but I guess something in the car, maybe a younger reader so we have a lovely age gap and maybe something that goes with the lyrics "I write my name with lipstick on your chest I leave a mark so you know I'm the best" (don't need to be the name writing of course ahah but I love the idea of lipstick stains on his chest)

You're the absolute best and congrats on your 2k btw!! you deserve thousand more 🫶

Fog up the windows in the parking lot [Aaron Hotchner x Age-Gap!Reader] **

Ki2k Masterlist||MainMasterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 3k|| AN: Hii! Thank you so much for this request--I still can't believe I was listening to this song when you sent this, haha. Great minds think alike!! I hope you like this (I can't write smut to save my life, but here i am doing a smut day.)

Tags/Warnings: female reader, porn without plot honestly, smut, mdni, unprotected sex, car sex, I am bad at writing smut sorry, horny hotch, sorta brat tamer hotch, age gap, you're hotch's controversially young gf, not specified if reader is BAU (so up to your imagination).

Summary: The one where Aaron Hotchner realizes he goes weak in the knees when he sees how tight his much younger girlfriend's jeans are.

Hotch couldn't help himself today, and it was all because of those jeans you decided to wear. Each time you bent over to grab something off the lower shelves at the grocery store, his heart skipped a beat, his mind filled with thoughts that had no place in the brightly lit aisles of their local market. You were oblivious to the effect you were having on him, focused on checking items off the grocery list, your hips swaying naturally as you moved down the aisles.

It wasn’t just the bending or the swaying; it was every little thing you did. Each time you reached up to grab something from a higher shelf, the way your back arched slightly, Hotch felt a pull deep inside him, a stirring of feelings he hadn't expected to be so strong.

When you both loaded the groceries into the car and then reached into the backseat to grab your purse, your jeans hugging you perfectly, Hotch found his eyes lingering. He was usually more composed than this, more in control, but today, those jeans had him teetering on the edge.

Driving home, he kept stealing glances your way, each look like adding fuel to a fire he was struggling to contain. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning and desire mingled together. "You have no idea what those jeans are doing to me," he confessed, trying to keep his focus on the road but failing miserably.

You turned to look at him, a mischievous sparkle in your eye, fully aware now of the turmoil you were causing. His words, so out of character for the usually stoic and controlled man, only brought a playful smile to your lips.

Hotch knew he was treading uncharted waters, not just with his emotions but with how openly he was expressing them. Despite the teasing from the team, who noticed how much younger you were, and their offhand jokes about him being like a lovestruck teenager, it didn't matter. You brought out a side of him he never knew existed. A side that felt alive, vibrant, and yes, even a bit reckless.

You sighed, looking in your purse for something beside Hotch in the passenger seat. He then all about lost it when you unbuckled your seat belt in the passenger seat and twisted to the back. Your ass was now level with his head, practically drawing him in. He had to keep his eyes on the road--but god dammit. 

The car shifted slightly as he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening from the tension. "You're doing this on purpose now," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of exasperation and barely contained desire.

Playing coy, you didn't respond immediately. Instead, you found your lipstick and settled back into your seat, taking your time to apply it carefully, glancing at him to gauge his reaction. His eyes flicked, catching yours, and you saw a flash of something intense in his gaze.

Hotch stepped on the gas a bit harder than necessary, the slight surge forward a clear indication of his growing impatience and agitation. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, teasing him further. "You know, you're really sexy when you're all hot and bothered," you pointed out, your tone playful yet sincere.

The remark seemed to hit a nerve, and Hotch took a deep breath, trying to refocus his attention on the road. But it was clear you had effectively distracted him, his mind racing with thoughts he usually kept well under wraps. This side of Hotch, the one that struggled between his composed exterior and the mounting desire you elicited, intrigued you. It was a side of him that came out rarely, and you relished the moments when you could draw it out, loving the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't watching.

You leaned back in your seat, a mischievous glint in your eye, and teased him, "I have a good idea."

Hotch's response was immediate and a little strained, his voice tight as he focused on the road. "The only idea I have right now is getting home and taking a cold shower." He was half-joking, but the undertone of his voice betrayed his growing frustration and need.

You laughed lightly, enjoying the effect you had on him, but decided to push the envelope a little further. "You know," you started casually as if the thought had just occurred to you, "I've always wanted to have sex in the car."

Hotch paused at that, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He glanced at you briefly, his expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. The rational side of him kicked in almost immediately, listing several reasons why that was not a good idea—safety, legality, the potential for discomfort. But before he could voice any of those thoughts, he felt your hand on his thigh.

Your fingers started caressing him, inching dangerously close to his groin. Each touch sent a jolt through him, scattering his thoughts and straining his control. His grip on the steering wheel tightened again, and he drew in a sharp breath, trying to concentrate on the road while battling the surge of desire your bold move had ignited.

He half sighed, half groaned your name, his voice strained as he tried to concentrate on the road. "That's not—"

But he didn't finish his sentence. The sensation of your fingers, the way you leaned closer to him, your breath on his neck as you whispered just how much you wanted this—all of it was overwhelming. Hotch gripped the steering wheel even tighter, the car speeding along as he battled the surge of desire that you sparked with your daring touch.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control, but the more he thought about your suggestion, the more appealing it seemed. Here he was, a man always in control, always calculated, yet at this moment, driven to the edge by the simple act of your hand on his leg.

"We should... we should at least pull over," he finally conceded, his voice a mix of reluctance and desire, realizing that resisting you completely was a battle he might not want to win today. As he scanned for a secluded spot to park, the thrill of the impending escapade with you sent a jolt of anticipation through him. 

Hotch pulled the car over, the tires crunching softly on the gravel as he turned off into a secluded spot shielded by trees. Without a word, he reached over the console, his movements deliberate, and captured your lips in a rough, hungry kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your lipstick leaving a taste of cherries against his lips, igniting a fire within him that he hadn't allowed himself to feel in years.

His hands roamed over your body with a sense of urgency and ownership, finally reaching across the console to trace down your legs to those tight jeans that had been torturing him all day. His touch sent shivers up your spine, and you pulled back breathless, meeting his gaze which had darkened with raw desire.

"You’re gonna need to help me peel these off," you suggested with a playful yet sultry tone, motioning towards the backseat, "Maybe back there would be better?"

The idea sent a thrill through Hotch, the tightness in his own jeans growing at the thought. His brain buzzed with a cascade of 'what ifs' — what if we get caught? What if someone sees? Yet, the logical side of him was quickly overridden by the sheer desire to be closer to you, to explore this daring side of your relationship.

Hotch's decision was made the moment you suggested moving to the backseat, but as he surveyed the space, he realized there was enough room if he pushed the driver's seat all the way back. The SUV, similar to the one he drove for the FBI, was spacious, but even then, the two of you fit just barely.

You began to wiggle out of your jeans in the passenger seat, and Hotch reached for his belt with urgency. Typically, your intimate moments were full of foreplay, and you both took your time, savoring each other. But today was different—there was a sense of rush, an urgency in the air as he pulled himself from his jeans, his eyes never leaving you.

"Come here," he said in a low, commanding tone that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a direct, uncharacteristically blunt invitation, but it carried all the intensity of your mutual desire. He adjusted himself, making space for you, anticipation etching every line of his face as he awaited you to straddle his lap.

Your eyes went from his to his hand as he began stroking himself with a semi-achingly slow pace that made your eyes widen. He watched you slide your panties down your legs, kicking them to the floor of the car with your jeans and shoes.

The rush, the spontaneity—it all contributed to a thrilling urgency neither of you could deny. As you moved towards him, leaving the constraints of your jeans behind, the tight confines of the SUV seemed to close in, enveloping you both in a private world where only your intertwined desires mattered.

You slid from the passenger seat, the fabric of the car seats whispering beneath you as you maneuvered yourself toward Hotch. The confined space of the SUV made every movement more deliberate, more charged with an electrifying tension. Your heart raced as you reached him; his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that mirrored the pounding of your pulse.

Carefully, you straddled him, positioning yourself over his lap. Hotch's hands immediately found your hips, his grip firm and sure, anchoring you securely against him. The close quarters of the SUV enveloped you both, creating a cocoon of intimacy that amplified each breath, each subtle shift in movement.

His hand moved from your hip to between your legs, spreading you and finding the wetness that waited for him there. He groaned, feeling it; he threw his head back, opening his neck for you to nip at and kiss. You began unbuttoning his button-up, glad he went without the tie today and just the button-up and jeans--a casual look you loved. 

You reached between the two of you and positioned him before swiftly sinking down with a shared groan filling the walls between the two of you. You felt the pads of his fingertips grip your hips again as you began to rock into him, subconsciously clenching around him. 

His hands caressed the curve of your ass, guiding your hips to rock against him. The way he pressed you so firmly down against his hips had the right amount of pressure on your clit, causing you to roll your eyes in pleasure. 

His hands spread up your sides on your still-clothed top. Through your shirt, he grabbed at your breasts roughly before returning to your ass. 

Hotch got a little rougher, meeting your hips rand ocking against his with a thrust beneath you. You could feel him deep within you. Caught in your throat was a moan, but the pleasure was too immense--too good. 

“You have no idea what you were doing to me today in those jeans,” Hotch panted, his lips finding the crook between your shoulder and your neck as he began to meet you thrust for thrust--so deep, so good--so much. 

“Oh,” You squeaked, “I have an idea.” You laughed, breathlessly. 

“Fucking,” Thrust, “Brat.” The sound of your hips smacking. Your thighs sweaty now against him, and your wetness now audible. 

“You love it,” You breathed, your lips going down to his chest now, kissing him and leaving marks of your lips from your lipstick, stained across his chest. 

“Yes,” He thrusted again, sharper now, but the rhythm beginning to falter. “You better hurry up and come,” he said breathlessly. You clenched around him with a glint in your eyes, “I’m serious.” 

Reaching between the two of you, you began working your clit with a circular rhythm that was old faithful in any situation. Hotch’s eyes squeezed shut then open, continuing to meet you. There was a found tempo from the way your fingers circled your clit and the way his hips met yours.

You felt the coil begin to tighten as your orgasm approached. Your thighs began to shake and you threw your head back. Hotch’s fingers bruising your hips continued with each deep thrust. Over and over and over. Just right. 

You came with a gasp, which was then covered by Hotch’s lips kissing you. His hips beginning to lose control as his own orgasm left him. You felt him empty within you, only adding to the sensitivity you felt deep within you. His hips stuttered against you, resting, but your thighs still shaking against him. As if to hold you into place, his hand rested at the small of your back, settleing you. 

A groan left his lips into your mouth, and the two of you slowed with lethargy. As the intensity of the moment ebbed, Hotch's hands gently caressed your skin, soothing and tender in their touch. The two of you were left sweaty and breathless, the aftermath of your passion palpable in the close, humid air of the SUV. His hands moved slowly, tracing patterns across your back and shoulders, each stroke helping to ground you both as you came down from your highs.

The small space of the car, which just moments ago had felt electrifying and exhilarating, now seemed overly warm and confining. As you both caught your breath, the reality of the situation gently settled in—a mixture of amusement and affection hanging between you.

"We definitely need a shower," Hotch murmured, a slight grin playing on his lips as he acknowledged the state both of you were in. The thought of continuing this intimacy in the shower brought a soft smile to your face.

"And maybe a detail for the car," you added, laughing softly, the sound mixing with the faint hum of the idling engine. The humor of the situation wasn't lost on you, and Hotch's responding chuckle told you he felt the same.

"So, I take it you liked the jeans?" you asked, a playful note in your voice.

Hotch glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes held a glint of mischief mixed with undeniable affection. "I loved them," he admitted, his voice low and enticing. "But for the sake of productivity, maybe never wear them again around me if we actually want to get anything done."

His witty response made you laugh, the sound light and carefree. It was moments like these that deepened your connection, mixing playful banter with the intense chemistry you shared. 

Your fingers trace the outline of your lips marked all along his neck and chest from the now-smeared lipstick you had applied moments before. A mischievous smile spread across your face as you pointed them out. "You know, this might be my favorite look on you now," you said, the playful tone in your voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

Hotch raised his eyebrows, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he reached up to feel the marks, his fingers brushing over the spots you indicated. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile, appreciative of your boldness and the memory of the moments that led to such disarray.

"Is that so?" he replied, his voice laced with humor and a warmth that reached his eyes. "I suppose it's a good thing we're heading home then. I might need to wear it more often if it gets that kind of approval."

As you watched the fading lipstick marks on his skin, you leaned closer, a teasing gleam in your eyes. "I like marking what's mine," you murmured, tracing a finger lightly over one of the marks, emphasizing your words.

Hotch looked at you, his expression softening into one of deep affection, the playful retort ready on his lips turning into something far more tender. "Sweetheart, you don't need marks to know I am," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm, filled with a sincerity that warmed you through.

You kissed him tenderly there before he patted your bare hip. You smiled against his lips, knowing the two of you had to leave this little intimate cocoon now. “I know, I know,” you sighed against his lips before whimpering, slowly moving off of him, trying not to make an entire mess of his already dirtied car. Hotch groaned, feeling you leave his lap. 

Despite the age gap between you, something about being with you made Hotch feel as though he was losing his innocence all over again; each moment tinged with a freshness and excitement that he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. It was a rediscovery, a rejuvenation of spirit in the best way possible, with every laugh, touch, and shared secret making him feel both wonderfully vulnerable and profoundly alive.

He sure hoped you wore those jeans again. 

[bansheehale]

I forgot what a dramatic little bitch Theo Raeken is. Acts his ass off at the bridge his sister died on. Jazz hands during a monologue. Wears collared shirts. Kills his sort-of-girlfriend for power because he’s probably gay anyway. It’s not even the worst of his crimes. Does his workouts as slutty as possible on purpose. Is taking AP bio solely for the drama and the plot, and knows every answer because he is in fact a living science experiment. Constantly wants to punch and/or kiss Liam Dunbar on the mouth. Goes to hell and comes back homeless. I don’t think we’ve ever seen him eat solid food.

[eschairsnotebook]

So, my husband’s body (45M) got hijacked, and I (42M) had the best sex of my life. Now what?

Okay, so I wasn’t sure where to post this, but I need to tell somebody because I’m still reeling from what the hell just happened. Maybe this is more of an r/confessions or even an r/trueoffmychest post? I don’t know. But anyway, here goes.

So, my husband (let’s call him Mark) and I have been married for almost eight years. We’ve got two adopted kids, a pretty routine life—work, school drop-offs, grocery runs, weekend movie nights, all that good suburban dad shit. Mark is… steady. Like, extremely steady. Dependable, sexy in a “solid oak tree” kind of way. Always been a great dad, great partner. Reliable. So when he tells me a few days ago that he’s planned a surprise date night for us, I’m excited, right? This is rare. He arranges for my sister to take the kids for the evening, makes reservations at a fancy-ass restaurant, the works. Romantic as hell.

So, cut to last night. I drop off the kids, come back home, and Mark is already dressed up, looking fucking delicious in a crisp button-up and slacks. But something is…off. Like, he looks like Mark, sounds like Mark, but the energy? Not quite the same. He’s standing differently, like looser? More fluid? Mark’s always been confident, but this was something else. He gives me this slow, knowing smile when I walk in, and I swear to god my dick twitches before I even fully understand why.

Then, in the most casual voice ever, he says, “The kids are gone?”

And I nod, still kind of stuck in my head trying to figure out what’s different.

Then he laughs. And that’s when I know something’s wrong. Mark doesn’t laugh like that—low, smug, like he’s savoring something. And then his throat convulses. His lips curl back, and suddenly, his jaw stretches too wide, too unnatural, and something pushes through.

I freeze. Because it’s a head—a different head—emerging through Mark’s gaping mouth, black and slick and grinning.

It looks familiar. Like that comic book goo-monstery thing from the Venom movies.

My husband’s body jerks as "Venom" forces himself forward, wearing Mark like a grotesque meatsuit, controlling him like a glove. His voice slithers out from Mark’s throat, two-toned and taunting. “That’s a shame,” he says, “you were really into it a second ago.”

My breath hitches. “Who—what—are you?”

His stolen grin stretches wider. “Tonight, you can just call me Mark.” And then the goo monster retreats, slithering back inside, leaving my husband’s body standing there—but now, Mark is different.

And then the new Mark throws me onto the bed.

What happens next is a blur of strength, heat, and raw, unapologetic power. He moves with purpose, with an intensity that Mark never has. His hands grip me like he owns me, his mouth claiming mine, his body relentless as he watches our every move in a full-length mirror across the room. The way he touches me, devours me—it’s overwhelming, mind-meltingly good.

Mark never takes control like this. He never uses me the way "Venom" does.

And I fucking love it.

Hours later, after I’ve been utterly ruined, my body aching in the best possible way, "Venom" shoots off me and away, a black mass peeling from Mark’s body like liquid shadow. My husband collapses onto the mattress, unconscious, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths. When he wakes in the morning, he remembers nothing.

But now, every time I look at him, I keep thinking about that other version. And how badly I want it to happen again.

If I’ll ever be able to go back to normal.

So yeah. Am I cheating if it was still technically my husband? Because uh. Yeah. I think I might be in trouble.

[sycamorelibrary754]

Hearts on the Run

Summary: You and Natasha are on the run in Norway, unaware that Valentine’s Day is upon you. Natasha goes out of her way to make it special.

Word Count: 942

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: A day late, but I wanted to write a little something for Natasha. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Holiday Series: Home is Anywhere You Are Masterlist

You sat on the worn couch in the small, nondescript safe house, flipping through a battered copy of a magazine. The words blurred together on the page as your mind wandered back to the events that had led you here.

It had been months since the airport battle in Leipzig. Months since Steve had gone rogue, you'd found yourself at odds with the organization you'd sworn to protect.

You had both made difficult decisions and were now paying the price. You chose to stand by Steve, convinced that the Sokovia Accords posed a grave danger to the Avengers' freedom. Natasha, on the other hand, aligned with Tony. Having witnessed the chaos of unchecked power firsthand—the horrors of the Red Room and the sinister machinations of HYDRA—she couldn't bear the thought of history repeating itself.

Yet, when the moment arrived, her loyalty to Steve prevailed, and she aided him and Bucky in their escape. After being captured by Ross and making a break for freedom, Natasha arrived in the serene yet rugged wilderness of Norway, where fate had a surprise in store for her—she found you, a beacon of hope amid the chaos she had fled. Both of you on the run and united by a shared sense of purpose.

Nat walked into the room, her eyes scanning the space before coming to rest on you. "Hey," she said, her voice low and smooth. "Find anything interesting?"

You shook your head, setting the magazine aside. "Just the usual. Politics, scandals...nothing that will help us get out of this mess.”

Natasha nodded sympathetically. "I know. It feels like we're stuck in limbo, doesn't it?"

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "I just wish we could go back to how things were before. You know, when our biggest worry was some alien invasion or Hydra scientist."

Natasha smiled wryly. "I miss those days too. But we can't change the past. We have to focus on the present."

You looked up at her, feeling a surge of gratitude. Natasha had been a rock for you throughout this ordeal, using her vast resources and network of contacts to keep you one step ahead of the authorities.

You felt a flutter in your chest as you gazed into her eyes. It was a feeling you'd grown accustomed to over the past few months, but one that still caught you off guard.

Natasha seemed to sense your gaze, and her expression softened. "Hey," she said, walking over to sit beside you on the couch. "It's Valentine's Day."

You raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't noticed."

Natasha smiled. "I figured as much. But I thought we could...celebrate, anyway."

You felt a spark of curiosity. "Celebrate?"

Natasha nodded. "Yeah. I mean, we're stuck in this safe house, but that doesn't mean we can't make the most of it. I was thinking we could...have a nice dinner, watch a movie...something like that."

You smiled, feeling a sense of excitement. "That sounds amazing."

Natasha grinned, standing up. "Great. I'll go start dinner."

As she walked into the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Despite everything that had happened, despite being on the run and in hiding, Natasha had still managed to make this Valentine's Day special.

You got up and walked over to the window, looking out at the drab, suburban landscape. It wasn't the most romantic setting, but with Natasha by your side, you felt like you could face anything.

As you stood there, lost in thought, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Natasha standing behind you with a small smile.

"Hey," she said, her voice low and husky. "Dinner's ready."

You smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation. "Great. I'm starving."

Natasha chuckled, leading you to the small table in the corner of the room. The spread before you was impressive - steak, roasted vegetables, and even a small chocolate cake for dessert.

You sat down, feeling grateful. "Natasha, this is amazing. You didn't have to go to so much trouble."

Natasha smiled, sitting down across from you. "I wanted to. Not every day we get to celebrate Valentine's Day in style."

You laughed, picking up your fork. "I guess not."

As you ate, you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy. Despite everything that had happened, despite being on the run and in hiding, you felt like you'd found a sense of peace with Natasha.

After dinner, you sat down on the couch, watching as Natasha put in a DVD. The movie was an old romantic comedy you'd seen before but never grew tired of.

As you watched, you felt Natasha's hand brush against yours. It was a fleeting touch, but it sent a spark of electricity through your body.

You looked over at her, seeing the faintest glimmer of a smile on her face. You smiled back, feeling a sense of connection.

As the movie ended, Natasha got up and walked to the window. You followed her, standing beside her as you looked at the night sky.

"It's beautiful," Natasha said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, feeling a sense of agreement. "It is."

You looked up, meeting Natasha's eyes. For moment, you just stared at each other, the tension between you palpable.

Then Natasha smiled a slow, sultry smile. "Happy Valentine's Day," she said, her voice low and husky.

You smiled back, feeling your heart skip a beat. "Happy Valentine's Day," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you stood there, the air thick with tension, you knew that this Valentine's Day, on the run and in hiding, would be one you'd never forget.

[taylorklosscomeout138]

I HAVE FULL CHILLS.

(Performance art explained!!!)

Everything Taylor has been doing since the release of the I Can See You MV which premiered in Kansas City just ONE day before Travis attended Eras Tour for the first time has all been in reference to the plot of "Valentine's Day" - a movie she starred in with Taylor Lautner, who was also in the I Can See You MV.

The film released in 2010, Speak Now era, and the I Can See You MV reveals that the Taylor from this film has been locked away ever since. In "Valentine's Day", Taylor's character notably has a big 13 written on her hand, just like the Taylor in the vault.

We missed all of the signs and never put the pieces together but it was never just a MV. Speak Now Taylor was broken out for the purpose of fulfilling 1 last acting role, an acting role she was already familiar with, the role she played in "Valentine's Day" with Taylor Lautner.

In the film, Taylor has an athlete boyfriend, played by Taylor Lautner, and the two of them are high school sweethearts. Hence, the intention behind So High School.

But here is where it becomes clear this is not just her own story she is trying to tell, because to break the blender, the singer needs the football player, Travis Kelce.

In "Valentine's Day" there is a subplot about a closeted gay professional football player that decides to publicily come out on national TV and retire to choose his male partner over his career.

(AND TRULY HEAR WHEN I SAY THIS BECAUSE I AM IN DISBELEF)

After the closeted football player comes out, he goes home to be with his lover who greets him with a GOLD ROSE.

No you were not crazy to think Ross Travis was soft launching him and Travis with this. That is EXACTLY what is happening here. This isn't an original plot, this is a live remake

Immediately after the Super Bowl, teammates of Travis already begun spreading that Travis may retire. Right on cue. Following the script to a T.

The evidence that Taylor has been publicily playing the role of "Valentine's Day" Speak Now Taylor since July 8th 2023 does not end there though.

Besides Taylor Lautner, SEVERAL other actors/actresses that starred in "Valentine's Day" attended the Eras Tour, which could be a coincidence until we look at when they did.

Jennifer Garner who played Julia in "Valentine's Day" attended the Eras Tour on, you guessed it, July 7th 2023 in Kansas City the day I Can See You MV premiered, 1 day before Travis attended.

Bradley Cooper who played the love interest of the closeted football player attended the Eras Tour WITH Travis Kelce on May 12th 2024, the 87th show. IMDB promoted this article which notably points out Travis being there and how Taylor and Bradley both starred in "Valentine's Day".

Ashton Kutcher who played the character Reed in "Valentine's Day" attended the Eras Tour on June 22nd 2024 while Travis was there, just 1 day before Travis was on stage taking up an acting role for the peformance of I Can Do It With a Broken Heart.

Anne Hathaway also attended 1 day after Travis did. Jessica Alba attended during Karlie's birthday shows in LA August 2023. Emma Roberts went to one of the first shows of the Tour. In which all of the following people played the major roles in "Valentine's Day".

We are still not done.

In the main scene of Taylor and her athlete boyfriend Taylor Lautner, Taylor's character is wearing PLAID, this is why Taylor has excessively been wearing plaid for the past 2 years to the point people started believing it was an album era clue. Nope, she has just been in character, and giving us so many signs to lead back to the film for so long.

And finally, in the ending scene for Taylor's character, she says goodbye to her athlete boyfriend and is seen in an ELEVATOR wearing a RED DRESS. The same color dress Taylor chose to wear to the Grammy's, the main event right before the Super Bowl. Where she wore a T chain that got everyone talking that it was for Travis, it was a farewell.

If you have been following, for the Super Bowl Taylor brought everything full circle with Bejeweled. From the Bejeweled MV release date to the Super Bowl, it was exactly 838 days. She filmed it August 3rd on Karlie's birthday. And the Haim sisters from the Bejeweled MV accompanied her at the game. She also bookended her first Chiefs football game attendance outfit by wearing the same one, except she Bejeweled the shorts. And then just as the prophecy foretold in Bejeweled, she ghosted, leaving the stadium early.

What else happened in Bejeweled though? The elevator scene. Which is EXACTLY how she chose to tease Speak Now TV. The album that gave us I Can See You. And the way she revealed this was by making Speak Now TV the 13th floor (refer back to 13 written on her hand in Valentine's Day)

I am just absolutely floored. This has all been here the whole time right in front of us and it is MASTERFUL planning. Down to the full circle moment that has been going viral with Taylor presenting the award to Beyoncè referring back to when Beyoncè presented to Taylor at the 2009 MTV Awards while Taylor was writing Speak Now. It was yet another clue that Taylor is currently playing the role of Speak Now Taylor from the Valentine's Day film, and she would have already been filming for the movie at this time.

I will not be recovering from this information I truly cannot believe that this is real

[babyjinsu]

[r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard] you don't give a fuck about me, but i still do.

PAIRING ⟢ seunghan hong x fem!reader

GENRE ⟢ reddit au, oneshots, written, angst

CW ⟢ the use of "bitch" and "slut", he sounds like he's going to murder you icl, kind of dark? seunghan doesn't know if he hates reader or he still loves her so it's lowkey everywhere n messed up, implied cheating

SYNOPSIS ⟢ a heartbroken ex boyfriend expresses his deep hatred and his love for his ex girlfriend on r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard.

💭 seunghan is crazy here...

[r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard] you don't give a fuck about me, but i still do. posted by u/hanseung • 19h ago

i'm such a fucking idiot. i don't even know why i'm writing this knowing you won't read, and even if you do, you couldn't be bothered to give a single shit. nothing about me has ever mattered to you because you're just a selfish little bitch.

i don't know why it took me so fucking long to notice and realise (or maybe i always fucking have but i'm just too delusional) why you were always looking at him and how your stupid eyes never settled or lingered on me the way mine did on you. i wanted to believe what we had was real so maybe that's why i was constantly ignoring the warning signs. i really shouldn't have.

i still think at one point you loved me, but not in the same way i loved you.

i loved you so so much... and the worst part? i still fucking do yn. i would've done so much for you and us if you could just love me fully-heartedly. or at least fucking pretend to?? we were 'together' for 2 fucking years for fuck's sake, you could've just continued that act and we can all be happy instead of being a fucking slut.

this whole time i was just a placeholder while you waited for him to be available. your heart belonged to someone else this whole time. and out of everyone, it just had to be my fucking brother? seriously yn? you couldn't choose other people besides my own brother?

i don't think you know what that does to a person. but knowing you, i know you do but you're just a snobby little spoiled bitch who only thinks of herself. i bet you fucking wish the i love yous that i whispered were from my brother. the nights we spent together too? did you picture his face when you look at me because we look similar? how many times did you almost moan out his name instead of mine?

i want to hate you sooooo fucking much yn. i don't deserve this kind of love from anyone, much more from a cheating bitch like you. you're such a horrible person, and i hope karma bites your ass back. i hope nothing in your life goes right and it destroys you, and you'll realise that it is all thanks to me. i'm praying for your fucking downfall yn. you will never be loved the way i loved you.

since i've said too much anyway, i just want to let you know that i look for you in other girls. sometimes i don't do it on purpose, sometimes it's a pattern. i look for pieces of you and let myself believe that this time i can make it work. and when it hurts them, i want you to know it's all your fucking fault yn. you made me the person i am today. it's all your fault. you will live and carry the pain of these girls that i've emotionally hurt.

you never had to grieve me because you were never mine in the first place. but i was yours. my whole being was yours. i practically fucking devoted my life to you. i rejected snu to enroll yonsei with you AND my brother. the fuck yn... did you use witchcraft on me?

i was just some guy you were with to get closer with my brother, and congratulations on accomplishing that mission. hope you know that when you guys are married, we'll still be seeing each other for christmas, new years, holidays, and celebrations to come. you'll never fully get rid of me yn.

you don't give a fuck about me but i still do. and i bet that boosts your ego you bitch.

💭 well... ◡̈

[killfortune]

𝑩𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 🌸

Enhypen X Reader

Short and sweet. OT7 (ofc) asking you to be their Valentine.

Heeseung

Heeseung wants to be confident about it, but when the time comes, he gets a little shy. He spends days thinking about the perfect way to ask you, even considering writing a song, but ultimately, he keeps it classic. On Valentine’s Day, he casually hands you a small box with a silver bracelet inside. “It reminded me of you,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. Before you can react, he smirks and adds, “Oh, and by the way… be my Valentine?” He plays it cool, but his ears are bright red.

Jay

Jay believes in doing things properly. He shows up at your place with a bouquet of roses and a box of handmade chocolates (yes, he made them himself). “I wasn’t sure what kind of chocolate you like, so I tried a few different ones,” he says, watching for your reaction. Once he’s sure you like them, he clears his throat and formally asks, “So… will you be my Valentine?” The way he says it, like he’s been waiting forever, makes your heart skip a beat.

Jake

Jake is excited but also a little nervous. He spends the whole day hyping himself up and finally decides to make it fun. He gets a heart-shaped balloon, ties it to a small stuffed puppy (because, of course, it reminds him of Layla), and writes a note: "You make my heart race. Be my Valentine?" He finds you and hands it over with the biggest, brightest smile. “I figured I’d go all out,” he laughs. “Did it work?”

Sunghoon

Sunghoon acts nonchalant, but in reality, he spent forever figuring out what to do. In the end, he settles on a subtle but effective approach. He casually hands you a cup of coffee with "Be my Valentine?" written on the sleeve. When you look up at him in surprise, he shrugs. “It’s not a big deal or anything,” he says, but he refuses to meet your eyes. If you tease him about blushing, he’ll deny it, but his ears say otherwise.

Sunoo

Sunoo goes all out because why not? He sets up a mini scavenger hunt for you with little notes leading to a final gift—a heart-shaped cake he made himself. When you reach the last clue, he’s standing there with a bright grin and a sign that says "Say yes?" in pink sparkly letters. “I had to make it cute,” he says, giggling. “So… do I get to be your Valentine?” He acts playful, but he’s holding his breath, waiting for your answer.

Jungwon

Jungwon doesn’t want to make things too obvious, but he also wants it to be meaningful. He handwrites a note and carefully places it in a small envelope along with a keychain of something you love. When he finally gathers the courage to give it to you, he watches your expression nervously. “I, um… I wanted to do something simple,” he admits. “But… will you be my Valentine?” His eyes are full of hope, and you can tell how much thought he put into it.

Ni-Ki

Ni-Ki pretends it’s not a big deal but is secretly stressing over it. He ends up doing something bold—challenging you to a game. “If I win, you have to be my Valentine,” he declares confidently. But when he loses on purpose (very obviously), he groans and hands you a small, folded note anyway. "Even if I lost… would you still say yes?" He tries to play it cool, but when you smile at him, he can't hide the excitement on his face.

Happy Valentine's Day 🌸

Thought I'd try writing about them because I am an engene, but not involved with the community at all 💀. So this is my attempt to become involved.

[qoldenskies]

Your point about Leo genuinely hating to see Donnie in pain.....it's why I fully believe that he did NOT in fact intend for Donnie to get seriously hurt during the Lair Games episode. Yes, the episode implies that he's messing around and being competitive and ultimately kind of letting Donnie win just so he can turn it into "yeah actually you get my rooming situation that's shitty now lmao get bent" (because it's such a sibling thing to pull, honestly), but I mean.....look at his face when he goes to Donnie immediately after the fridges fall on him.

That is a look of GENUINE concern. And mixed with the way he flinches back a little when Donnie yells at him and accuses him of intentionally doing it, and the way he's so indignant about it when he insists that he didn't do it on purpose--yeah, it fits with your interpretation about him lashing out when people are cruel to him, because you can easily see him being like "fuck you, how dare you accuse me of hurting my own twin who's practically like another half of my soul, get the fuck out of my face before I demolish you".

That's the look of a turtle who cares deeply about his brother no matter how much they pick at each other, okay, thank you for coming to my TEDtalk

YEAH FR leo's response to stress and conflict is to get defensive, and sometimes that means he's indignant and aggressive and sometimes that means he's brushing it off/riling other people on purpose. either way he doubles down, but i think its somewhat understandable that his overly-defensive responses to things like that whole Incident could be seen as him lying and trying to save face lmao, especially because he has literally expressed that everything he says "sounds sarcastic". sometimes he is genuinely just not lying. he just kind of sounds like that and he gets increasingly more frustrated when people accuse him of otherwise. be nice to him he's neuron divergent ..........

its why ive mentioned before that i think leo works way better for the "youre actually emotionless and dont really care about us" allegations because raph constantly assumes that he's lying or messing with them on purpose. i think they do take the facade at face value a lot of the time, and i think leo does find it upsetting by the way he reacts to that-- it OFFENDS him, actually. dont they know he actually cares??? he's just joking!! most of the time. but also with his aversion to vulnerability he doesn't really want to express that kind of thing.

and yeah i do believe he was not responsible in The Incident for lair games for the reasons stated,,, honestly i kind of interpret leo's original intentions being to stick RAPH with the room, and he had to turn around and correct himself when donnie started actually winning lolol. leo can play donnie like a fucking FIDDLE, people may think donnie's the first one to call out his bullshit but he is really not. its raph's job usually

[amoremagnificentbastard]

Tagged by @larvasmoon and @nyx-knox for this. I reblogged from the original because this got ... long. Sorry not sorry?

So one of the things you have to understand about Diana is that that woman lived and breathed the ocean pretty much her entire life until the mindflayers got her. Athkatla is right on the coast of the Trackless Sea. Diana could hear the breakers if she went to sleep with her window open -- and she did, quite often.

Baldur's Gate is 40 miles from the Sea of Swords.

And the sound of the Chionthar just isn't the same.

So. One day Shadowheart is visiting, and when Diana is out of earshot Astarion mentions his plan to take her to the coast for Lovers' Day. But Astarion being Astarion, he didn't really consider the details, and he doesn't have much of a plan beyond that. Shadowheart insists on helping Astarion acquire two Teleport scrolls, plus a shell from the coast to ensure that the first of the two spells puts Astarion and Diana right where they need to be.

And that's how Astarion manages to bring Diana and a little picnic to the coast without putting them both in danger. Lovers' Day even coincides with a full moon this year, so their outing is blessed with the full light of the Moonmaiden.

When Diana's finished crying (because yeah, this gesture is going to make her cry), Astarion has to wrangle her into eating first before she goes splashing into the water. So she does that, they share the bottle of wine he brought, and then he can't keep her out of the ocean anymore.

He grumbles about it being Alturiak and Diana's apparent desire to make herself sick, but there'll be a roaring fire when they get home. And if there's no one else on the beach and she's so very beautiful when she's dressed in nothing but the moonlight and the shining rivers of saltwater that course down her back when she emerges from the waves, well. It's Lovers' Day. Of course Astarion isn't going to waste an opportunity to make love to her on Lovers' Day.

That would be bad manners.

After a romp in the ocean they dry off. And then they go for another round on a nearby rock, and oh, he'll have to bring her to the coast again, because there's definitely something to be said for being utterly and completely engulfed in her with the sound of the waves overlapping with the sound of her sweet, sweet moans.

The moon is on its way below the horizon by the time Astarion finally brings himself to retrieve the second Teleport scroll and the ring he brought to ensure the spell will send them straight home. It works without a hitch.

Turns out Diana has a gift for him, too. Once they've warmed up she shyly presents him with a carved wooden box in which to keep his growing collection of threads and embroidery supplies. She's kind enough not to mention the lost needles she found when she accidentally sat on them.

"I know you like to choose your own tools," she says quietly as he inspects the carvings. "I hope I'm not overstepping."

Astarion closes the lid and sets the box aside, so overcome with adoration at her quiet support of this hobby of his -- this thing that doesn't support them, that for all intents and purposes is a useless waste of time, that he does simply because he can, because he has a choice and this is what he chooses -- that he can't find words. And of course Diana starts fumbling over her words, and gods, her expression says it all, how she thinks her gift is nothing compared to his little surprise outing.

So he gets to work kissing, caressing, loving that expression right off her face, until the only emotion left behind on her lovely firelit features is peace.

And here by the hearth on the evening of Lovers' Day with his lover in his arms, Astarion can't even snark about the cliché of it all.

Because he too is at peace.

No-pressure tagging @astarioffsimpmain, @aevallare, @spite-made-me, @denesmera, and @evverest!

💗💖💝 Love in Faerûn 💝💖💗

How will your Tav and their romance partner spend the Valentine's Day/Date? 💋❤️💋

Reblog this post with your Tav's Valentine 💘

And you can also tag your friends if you like 💕

I will tag: @aristenfromwarsaw , @pinkberrytea , @anacdoce , @yennefer-of-vengerbergs , @xxnashiraxx , @andromedaancunin

🌹💋🌹

[all-pacas]

When do you think choreman started becoming friends?

Define friends, lol.

Maybe S7? It's surprisingly hard to say.

Foreman openly and loudly dislikes Chase for the first three seasons, and makes no secret of it: he thinks Chase should lose his job in Control even before Chase goes to Vogler, and later backs it up to House, he tells Chase in S3 that he doesn't like him, and Chase tells a patient in S1 that Foreman hates him. They have some moments of coworker friendliness (teasing Cameron together, mostly; there's some off-screen sharing of gossip back and forth), but there's absolutely no indication they like one another or even respect one another much. We even see them both try and reach out to the other (Foreman to Chase in Socratic Method, Chase to Foreman in House Training and Family), and these efforts be summarily rebuffed.

It's useful to compare their relationships to Cameron to see what I mean: Foreman and Chase are just fine at pretending to get along for the sake of their jobs, but that's baseline coworker stuff. By contrast we see Foreman repeatedly engage Cameron in philosophical debates he really seems to enjoy; he gets a bit protective of her about her crush on House; they have several real, sincere conversations — his calling her out about her commitment issues in Insensitive, for example, is very much Foreman being sincere with her and kind. He apologizes for being a jerk. He tries to frame his critique as a good thing.

The same goes for Cameron and Chase. She talks to him about her crush on House, apparently in some detail; he's the first one she tells, and is already in the loop when Cameron starts pushing her feelings. They're also quick to defend one another, professionally and over personal issues, and, while their eventual relationship kind of obscures their "friendship," they always spend time together, there's entire episodes where Chase is just found in the ER: they clearly enjoy one another's company.

Another thing I find interesting (we'll return to Choreman in a second, I promise) is a throwaway line of Thirteen's in S7. Finding out House said she was in rehab, she complains it really limits her social options with the guys. In particular, she complains, without being able to go out drinking, she and Chase will no longer be friends. Obviously she is joking, but Thirteen is also implying she and Chase do go out drinking sometimes. Nice for them. Not all that deep. More than Choreman ever gets. Sure, we see in S1 they go out for a hosted dinner and drinks… but Cameron is there. We never, ever hear of the two of them hanging out as friends.

This trend continues through S4-5: Foreman has a brief stint in S4 convinced Chase is wildly jealous of him and running the firing betting pool as some sort of revenge plan, which is a) funny as hell and b) still not friends. S6, Foreman hires Cameron and Chase back on the basis of I know I can work with you, not friendship; he fumbles the ball pretty fucking hard with Chase post-divorce, and is no more successful (arguably less) at reaching out to him than any of the others. He takes no interest in Chase's obvious depression except to tell him to get over it. S7, they continue to clash: Chase seems to develop a new hobby of trolling Foreman on purpose, which he's actually been doing since S1 and is quite good at. There's no indications the two kept in touch during the S8 gap, and when they have a personal conversation at the end episode five, the most we get is Foreman calling Chase "one of my best doctors," which is so funny, I love that he can't even compliment Chase without making it a compliment towards himself first.

I sound like I'm focusing more on Foreman here, like I think Foreman hates Chase and Chase is innocent. I actually don't think Chase likes Foreman any more than the reverse! It's just that Chase is a more passive person by nature. He's not as overt with his disrespect, because that's just not his style. But we see that as late as S7, Chase really doesn't respect Foreman much: he calls him out pretty thoroughly in Massage Therapy, and generally delights in undermining Foreman's authority.

For another tangent, let's look at Taubman. I wouldn't say the two particularly get along in S4-6; they have a similar we're coworkers vibe, and that's perfectly fine. But by S7, we really see them become friends. It isn't subtle. Taub and Foreman like one another a lot. They are good friends, unlikely as it seems. They enjoy living together and playing video games and spending time. Just like the earlier Cameron examples, there is none of this from Chase and Foreman. We never hear about them hanging out without a buffer.

I said I thought S7 was the turning point. I was kind of lying, because there's not really any moment or evidence for this. But it's also true that after a while, Foreman lays off the animosity and stops blaming Chase for every error or conspiracy against him. Interestingly, they still never get any "bonding moments:" we see, say, Chase and Thirteen get a whole half episode in After Hours, and a friendship subplot in Now What and Private Lives; Foreman and Taub get a whole lot of bonding in Lockdown but also S7 generally. Foreman and Thirteen get subplot episodes; Chase and Wilson even get one in Private Lives. Chase and Foreman have the occasional shared subplot (Changes), but the focus on those is always them at odds or not getting along, not bonding. Did they ever become friends?

I think they respect one another. I think they have the sort of bond that comes of 8 years in the trenches of an incredibly difficult and demanding job. I also know they blatantly don't care about the things important to the other (Big Baby is a very funny and unsubtle example, where Foreman is worried as hell about Thirteen's drug trial, Chase is very interested in his relationship with Cameron, and neither could care less about the other's issues), don't socialize outside work unless there's a buffer, and continue to pretty fundamentally misunderstand one another for years of the show.

I know you're reading this and thinking "what about Dibala?" And I'm going to give my hot take here: I really don't think it was a huge gesture of friendship and love and trust. If anything, kind of the opposite.

Chase spends most of the Dibala arc pushing Foreman pretty hard to let him get away with it. You have to figure this out, you have to speak before the M&M, you have to lie. He drags Foreman way deeper into the coverup instead of taking any responsibility (or any active role in it — Chase does try, but he's not very good at it, and the burden lies mostly on Foreman's shoulders). Chase also lowkey throws Foreman under the bus for his marriage, using Foreman as an excuse to Cameron for why he's avoiding her, can't talk to her, etc: he also guilts Foreman into helping in The Tyrant.

Foreman helping anyway was a very kind thing to do, but I don't know how much choice he had. He was the one who signed off on treatment and charts. He was running the case. If Chase goes down, he's going down too: maybe Foreman doesn't go to jail for murder, but he absolutely loses his job and license. The episode is actually fairly quiet on what, if anything, Foreman believes about Dibala: where Cameron and Chase spend the whole thing debating morality, we don't really know if Foreman thought killing him was right or not. But by protecting Chase, he protected his career and ambitions… and, to be frank, if I'm Foreman and I think Chase is a lazy coward without morals already, I am not convinced Chase wouldn't try to pin the murder on me if I didn't help. Was helping Chase get away with murder still an altruistic (for a very given definition) thing to do? Sure. But it wasn't selfless. It wasn't love.

So when did Choreman become friends?

I don't know. Define friends.

[babybearnation]

Paul and Dino (poly) with very far sighted reader, so they (I feel particularly Dino lol) try to show reader memes on their phones and reader is just squinting and holding the phone at arms distance before giving up abd grabbing their glasses

i'm short sighted but my dad is far sighted so he's my frame of reference here lol

paul aron x gn!far sighted!reader x dino beganovic

dino and paul knew nothing about your far sightedness at first because you were often in a position where you didn't need the aid of your glasses

you always carried them with you in your bag but, again, never felt the need for them when you were around paul & dino

you were never close enough to any screens or small text for your vision to become an issue so you managed to unintentionally hide it for a good six months

and then, whilst hanging out together one night, paul hands you his phone, a video on it he and dino want you to watch

you try and watch it with the phone held as close to you as paul had put it, but you didn't have your glasses on so you had to hold it back from your face

still no use

paul and dino are both so confused until you sigh and stand up, putting the phone on the coffee table before sitting back down again

you finally watch through the full video like that and snort with laughter before getting up and handing the phone back to paul

since both of your boyfriends are confused, they ask you about it and you quickly explain your far sightedness

dino goes full on drama queen and asks why you didn't tell them before and why you didn't trust them with that information but paul, ever the rational one, reminds him that it never really came up in conversation before

unfortunately for you, however, this means dino is fully about to become your worst enemy (not literally, obvi)

dino will constantly snatch your glasses from your bag and then shove his phone into your face, laughing when you squint and try and pull back/push his phone back

and, of course, when you go to find your glasses to assist you, dino waggles them at you tauntingly

paul loves to undercut dino's teasing by appearing behind him and snatching the glasses from his grip for you which always makes you laugh and dino pout

paul does the same phone-shove-in-face but not on purpose - he legitimately always forgets that you're far sighted

once he realises though, he'll wince and pull his phone back, sorry falling from his lips repeatedly

it takes a while for him to stop doing it but he eventually does

dino, on the other hand, never stops

he's a menace for life

do NOT let him sit in the room with you when you go for an eye checkup because he will laugh at your squinting faces and "i can't read that" answers

paul is the best help but sometimes he does get so fucking baffled by just how blind you are

they mean well... i think

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[williceunleashed]

Any headcanons about the shadow triad? (I love them sm and they're so underrated)

Ur art is rrly amazing btw!!

Thank you so much !!! :)

I'm still building a lot of stuff, and there isn't much on the Shadow Triad in canon material to work with sadly 😭 But here is what I have :

As in general interpretation :

I personally see them going through a very similar treatment to Anthea and Concordia, in that they exist for one purpose only. Anthea and Concordia were meant to take care of N, and don't know what to do with themselves in BW2 once he is gone. In the same way, the Shadow Triad is unable to let go of Ghetsis because their whole existence, for years, has been to serve Ghetsis and N.

Unlike Anthea and Concordia, they don't even have a unique appearance or even a unique name, they are considered as one single unit, blending their identities together. I think that, pretty much like the grunts, their sense of identity is barely existant anymore and they considered themselves more like a gog in a machine rather than individuals. They are pretty much the only high-ranking members with no identity at all.

I feel like they followed Ghetsis in BW2 because it was "comforting" to them. It was an harmful environment, and Ghetsis kept considering them like tools, yes, but it is the only thing they knew. While they seem to still respect N (I believe they call him "Lord N" in BW2 ?), they couldn't stay by his side. N stopped ordering the grunts and the Shadow Triad around, and therefore the Shadow Triad would have lost the only identity they ever knew. With Ghetsis, despite being treated like objects, they still feel like they have a "purpose" to accomplish, they still have a thread of an identity.

Even when Ghetsis is defeated for the second time and breaks down completely, the Shadow Triad still tries to defeat the protagonist (If I remember well, just like N, they are stationed in a specific spot and you can battle them post-game). They tell the player they want to defeat them in hopes to make Ghetsis go back to his "normal" (very evil) state. That's how bad they lack any identity outside of Ghetsis. Even when Ghetsis is reduced to nothing and has no one anymore on his side, the Shadow Triad sticks to him because Ghetsis' orders is all they know. They are really tragic characters man,,, they are like a black mirror to N, Anthea and Concordia,,,

Their sense of identity, or lack there of, is something really fascinating to me. Obviously they serve a special purpose, like Anthea and Concordia, but never even had the basic right to an individual name. I can't help but feel like it was done on purpose and not just as a quick cut, because damn Anthea and Concordia barely have a few lines but they still have specific designs and names. Same for the Admins in other teams. But the Shadow Triad is an exception to that. They would be close to "Admin" roles, but unlike all other admins in other teams, they lack any identity. I think they represent how Ghetsis treated his team members : Never as humans, only as tools who don't even deserve to be named.

In the same way as N, Concordia, Anthea and many grunts, they were victims of a master manipulator and years of brainwashing, neglect and abuse.

As for headcanons with my OCs / general headcanons in my story :

Dardanne never interacted much with them because Dardanne respects the higher-ups and wouldn't dare speak to them if not allowed to first.

Melony, on the other hand, proves himself to be a menace to society (AGAIN) and goes out of his way to talk to the Sages and the Shadow Triad as if they were besties. Melony's out of pocket behavior was, for once, a positive thing, as he ended up being one of the few people talking to the Shadow Triad as real people. He enjoys infodumping to them about Rattatas and will show them pictures on his phone. The Shadow Triad is very confused and doesn't know how to react at first, but they don't dislike the interactions.

In BW2, they grow closer to Melony and welcome his attention. The Shadow Triad are the only members in Team Plasma that Melony doesn't boss around, alongside Colress, because they are his favorite people (He doesn't hesitate to boss around Zinzolin and to ragdoll him into the walls tho).

Because Melony talks to them quite a lot, he is capable of differenciating them. They don't have individual names, so Melony took the habit of calling them A, B and C.

Melony seems to unconsciously understand that the Shadow Triad are very fragile mentally due to the severe abuse and brainwashing, and tends to care for them in a weirdly gentle fashion. He does his best to learn about the three of them as individuals and learn about their interests to offer them gifts or talk about their interests later.

Post BW2, after Ghetsis' mega breakdown, Melony is severely injured by Kyurem but survives. Once he is healed, he is more or less the head of the household, as Ghetsis is barely interested in being alive anymore. Melony attempts to keep the Shadow Triad functioning, but struggles a lot, seeing that the three of them are now completely lost, now that they can't serve their original "purpose" as tools. The post BW2 is still a wip, but I feel like the Shadow Triad deserves to heal a bit and take some sort of independance away from Ghetsis and Mel.

Personalities headcanons :

I think the three of them genuinely love pokémons and care deeply about their own pokémons. They treat their pokémons like family, because they don't have the occasion to bond with humans much.

A might seem like the most passive member of the Triad. He is aloof and distant at first glance, but can be very fun to be around once he trusts you. He is the most mischievous out of the Triad. A loves pizza. Bro can eat 10 of them in one evening. I think he secretly enjoys watching the cringiest romance movies. In general, his media tastes are really bad, but he can't help the guilty pleasure of watching all the Twilight movies in one go on a monday night.

B is the most expressive of the brothers. He is the most happy-go-lucky, but usually hides it being a very practiced emotionless mask. His favorite food is anything home-made. Maybe he even enjoys cooking himself in his leizure time. B might be the one who misses a "normal life" the most, and finds comfort in doing domestic stuff, such as tidying up places, cooking...

C might be the kindest of the three. He displays more mercy and is generally more gentle. He has many regrets, and might be the one who is the least attached to Ghetsis. He is fully vegetarian and loves playing with Pokémons in his off-time. Outside of his Shadow persona, he is kind of shy. He is generally a rather nice person, and would have probably been similar to N in term of kindness if he hadn't been brainwashed and abused so badly.

[girlnadian]

hello five.... its me..... as for the kiss prompts thing, if you could write kenifies drunk/sloppy kissing i would be Very happy. i need to see those two inebriated

kiss prompts — 3. drunk/sloppy kiss

hello keni.... welcome to my inbox..... it is an honor to write kenifies for you as always. here you go. i still feel like getting wifies drunk is like an hours long complicated process but ken can figure it out

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Ken is a solid, rumbling weight in his lap, claws at his throat and lips pressing against every part of his face except his mouth. It's not purposeful; they just keep missing. Wifies doesn't bother trying to help them, partially because his limbs feel too heavy to and partially because the longer he can delay any actual kissing, the longer Ken will have to sit on his thighs trying. The idea of Ken getting up kind of makes him feel like he'll cry.

Wifies digs his fingers into Ken's waist without meaning to, like he can hold them there, and Ken jolts. Oops. Fuck.

"Sorry," Wifies mumbles. He doesn't loosen his hold, though. He's not used to the feeling—getting drunk is something they only figured out he could do recently, and only because Ken had workshopped some kind of concoction especially for him. Wifies doesn't get why they care so much about getting him drunk, but he also does, kind of. Wifies certainly likes Ken when they're drunk, so he reasons that Ken will like Wifies drunk in the same way.

Ken has abandoned his face to press kisses down the column of his neck. "You can do whatever you want," they tell him. The to me goes unsaid. Wifies knows it's there, though—Ken says it all the time. He slides a hand up their back to grip the nape of their neck, the almost-scruff startling another noise out of them and making something warm bubble in Wifies' stomach like lava.

He tilts their head back until they can kiss properly. Actually, saying it's "proper" is generous; Ken kisses him open-mouthed and warm and panting, their tongue sandpaper-rough when they lick into his mouth. Trying to ground himself is useless, so Wifies lets himself get swept up in it, pressing up hard until Ken tilts. They wind up crammed against the couch cushions under him—it would be a pretty sight if Wifies could detach himself from them long enough to look.

They're alone—thank God—so Wifies doesn't worry too much about the noises they're making. Ken writhes, twisting with excess energy even as Wifies tries to hold them in place, and it's making kissing them very difficult, which doesn't seem fair because they started this. Wifies bears down on them harder, letting out a frustrated growl unbidden.

Ken makes a new noise, which Wifies registers as pained on a delay. He rears back like he's been slapped, eyes wide. (He doesn't miss the string of saliva that connects them when he does, which he will be thinking about for approximately the rest of forever.)

"Ow, ow, ow," Ken whines. Wifies hovers and mildly panics until Ken says, "my tail."

Ken sits up, turning their back to him while their palm tries to smooth over the base of their tail. Oh. Wifies probably crushed them—he's usually more careful about that. Wifies moves their hand out of the way with his own, petting down Ken's spine apologetically.

"Sorry," he says, again, bumping his forehead into their shoulder when he tries to kiss a shoulder blade. This is so hard. He misses being coordinated.

"Happens," says Ken. Their ears are upright again where they had been pinned a moment ago, so he didn't hurt them too bad. "It's fun though, right? Drunk making out."

Wifies hums an agreement. Difficult, but fun—Wifies likes challenges, anyway, and he likes Ken even more. His lips find a sensitive spot under their jaw. Ken's skin trembles against him when they purr.

"We can do more?" He asks.

"Of course. Obviously. Come here."

[mebis-reblogs]

it is true that this section is very high up, however it literally has underhang ambience

lightning flashes both in the near and far background, with both normal and weird sounding thunder

this video doesnt have the weird sounding ones, but they do happen during the cycle

note that im not talking about the bolts in the playing layer, which are small when compared to true lightning, even if I do think they may be signs of suboptimal function (is not that I don't think there should be large amounts of energy going through here, but if that energy isn't transmitted through cables it is far less precise on where it goes, and a lot of that energy is lost to light and heat)

I also recorded this video to show the end of cycle static, the same kind that shows up in underhang (minus the lethality)

The underhang ambience (thunder and lightning) only happens in primary cortex (with only thunder being heard in the previous room and the spine) and the assembly rooms, getting progressively muffled and less visible in that order (the rest of memory conflux doesn't have it)

the underhang static on the other hand happens in primary cortex (all the way up the "spine" as well, but doesn't reach the puppet chamber or the surrounding spaces in that room, although it can still be heard) and the cystic room right before.

now, just realized there's a fuckass giant collapsed conflux rail just randomly chilling back there, wtf

there's another one in memory conflux too

so while I must admit that this is probably evidence of this huge empty space being on purpose, alongside moon also having it but without the collapsed colossal rails (what kind of massive comonent or chamber are you moving back there???), i still feel like that storm-like ambience cant be good or functioning as intended, I do still think a lot of stuff in there has collapsed, likely breaching into underhang; that or his insides are so fucked there's essentially a second underhang-like environment in there

moon's primary cortex has very little bolt activity, even after being restored, and doesnt have the static (literally only was able to catch bolts in this one corner and nowhere else in that room) (not counting the ones around the puppet chamber)

unlike the rest of her structure below this point, which presents static in practically all rooms

including the ones that weren't affected during spearmaster: rooms that aren't "on the backstage"; past moon only presents this static in her underhang (vents) and some rooms adjacent to it (and the leg/strut ofc)

this end of cycle static is present even prior to rarefaction cell installation

The bolts in primary cortex may or may not be natural function, but for me it seems this static isn't meant to "bleed" into the insides of the structure like that

Going back to the brain fluid comparison, I definitely do agree one of its functions is for (seismic) shock absorption, but I think there are also structures we see in game that share that function as well

Oh btw thanks @slugfishh for helping me making the gifs

Normal function! You see small bolts of lightning in submerged from LTTM's activity. I think having large bolts of lightning in between GSB and everything else makes sense. You aren't meant to access these areas, after all!

Oh yeah I’m familiar with the smaller electric discharges in submerged superstructure, I just wasn’t sure if the big ones in The Rot were normal lol

I wonder what the Primary Cortex is for. That big room with the lightning seems pretty cavernous and empty, aside from all the neuron flies. I wonder what function the bolts of electricity serve, if any. I’d think they would be more of a risk to the neuron flies than anything else.

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.