#i love being able to do this i remember being able to do it for a lot of root and shaw scenes when i was first really into POI

[kuriquinn]

Holy fuck is this giving me early Holocaust vibes. When the Nazis were just getting started on their systematic murder of Jews and other people they considered subhuman, one of their early moves was similar to this.

When they took over a place, they would often send out a decree that all able bodied Jewish men had to gather "to register". What actually happened was the men either ended up deported to a work camp or concentration camp, or just lined up and shot. Often their family members never learned their fate. This left families of women and children to eke out some kind of living (remember, in the 1940s women working was not widespread), until the nazis decided they'd taken every bit of property and dignity they could from them, and cleared them out to (either to camps or mass graves).

Please for the love of my gods and yours (or lack therof), if you are in the US, for the next 4 years at least, do not sign up for studies, do not identify yourself as a minority that is on Dump's list, do not draw attention to yourself in any way that you can be identified and rounded up.

Your goal is to live through this, to outlive him and his administration. And if that administration ends up lasting more than 4 years as they are trying to do, you have to survive long enough to plan your way out.

I really, really hope I am exaggerating and being paranoid. But as a historian, watching all of this history repeat itself, I have a horrible suspicion I'm not...

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Edit: With the amount of notes this has received I want to make it clear (since people who have reblogged and added their own opinions to this saying the fear is unnecessary) that while these studies specifically geared toward veterans are meant to help and were possibly requested from the previous administration, extreme caution should still be advised.

Our dearest Trump has allowed ending of employment for whatever reason now regardless of disability, race, gender, sexuality etc., we all know what Meta has turned into and what the current administration probably has to do with that and definitely has to do with the TikTok ban... I'm just saying do not be surprised if somehow these records end up being used for more harm than good if they just decide it'll be a... fun weekend hobby.

I want people to make informed decisions regardless of what they decide! But they have made it very clear on the kind of people they are and what they will do to harm any sort of minority. Please consider that when you call this "unnecessary fear mongering". They are already erasing valid data/searches from social medias and valuable sources.

[wonderjanga]

Marvel Finds Everything Cute

Marvel finds literally every creature cute and it’s either extremely disturbing or strange to the rest of the league.

Marvel, Aquaman, and Wondy: *in Tartarus*

Aquaman: “Is that Cerberus??”

Wondy: “Yes, yes, it is.”

Random Demon: *flailing around in one of its mouths*

Marvel: “Cerby!”

Cerberus: *all three heads perk up*

Marvel: “Drop.” *points down*

Cerberus: *spits him out*

Marvel: “Good boy!” *flies over to scratch under one of it’s heads*

Aquaman: *watching as Marvel coos over the dog*

Wondy: *kills the demon*

They all got to ride the Cerberus after that. Aquaman was on the left most head, Marvel was on the middle, and Diana was on the right. Hades was extremely confused when he saw this because he never thought Cerberus would act like this around mortals??

or

JL: *all wearing blindfolds besides Marvel because they don’t wanna go insane*

Marvel: *waves* “Hi Cthulhu!”

Cthulhu: *tentacle noise that’s the equivalent of “Hello, Champion*

Batman: “Mighty Cthulhu, we have come here today-”

Marvel: “You’re just as cute as I remember!” *disappears past the tentacles and is probably scratching his chin or something*

*silence*

Batman: “Captain, please step away from the primordial entity that can drive people insane with just one look.”

Marvel: *poked his head out of the tentacles, not that they can see* “But he’s adorable!”

Everyone on the JL was a little confused as to how Marvel was able to call the Lovecraftian entity cute but whatever.

or

Wondy and Marvel: *on a ship, watching a single harpy sing*

Marvel: *isn’t affected*

Wondy: *is a little affected but covering her ears makes it more less affective*

Marvel: “Look Diana! A Harpy!” *picks it up*

Harpy: *between singing and screeching at being picked up*

Wondy: “Brother, we cannot take it back to the Watchtower.”

Marvel: “But why?”

Wondy: “It will bewitch all the heroes with it’s song.”

Marvel: “Oh yeah…” *gloomily puts it back down and it runs off*

Marvel was like super depressed, but Diana just got him a chicken and that instantly made him happy again.

or

Constantine and Marvel: *both in Hell and walking down a path*

Hellhound: *pops in out of nowhere and starts barking*

Constantine: *gets jumpscared* “SHIT!”

Marvel: *sounds so excited* “A hellhound!” *bends down to pet it a bunch* “Who’s a good boy?”

Hellhound: *loving the attention*

Constantine: *watching this and judgmentally lights up a cigarette* “How do you do that, mate?”

Marvel: “Huh?”

Constantine: “I’ve heard from others that you’re like a fucking Disney princess when it comes to monsters for some reason. How do you do that? Is that something you get from being the champion?”

Marvel: “I don’t know actually!”

He actually doesn’t know, because Solomon told him that none of the Champions besides a couple were like this and it was just because they were good with animals and stuff. In other words, he and a couple others were like Disney princesses because they love animals, regardless of the fact that they’re alien or monsters or not.

[revelboo]

Would Thundercracker's human friend from Better Open the Door ever be able to convince TC to let them go home? (Their actual home lmao)

Or would he just plain refuse to see reason forever?

Like, he seems reasonable enough, if a bit... Clingy. And lonely. And sad.

I mean, I'd gladly be his friend, and talk about movies with him. But being kept in his room like a glorified pet is a bit much.

He would when the guilt kicks in hard enough, wanting to prove he cares and listens, even if he hates it. That said, he’s absolutely going to spend every free minute he has stalking you from above in his alt mode to keep you safe.

Better Open The Door Pt 15

Thundercracker x Reader

• Drowsing sprawled on him, it’s strange to feel so comfortable. One of his hands on the small of your back and the other on your butt. Resting your chin on him you study that handsome, alien face that’s become so familiar to you. Knowing you’re falling for him despite still being unhappy with him and you’re tempted to ruin it all. Trying to gather up the nerve to ask again, because if he really cares about you, he has to understand he has to let you go eventually.

• Optics brightening when he feels you move on him, he tucks his chin to see you. And you look so lovely sprawled on him, servos flexing on you when you yawn. “Sleep okay?” He asks and you lay your cheek back down against him. This moment. He wants to keep it forever. The way you look waking up in his arms, hair messy and eyes sleepy. “I’m probably not a very comfortable bed, am I?”

• “You’re warm.” Painfully aware of your own nakedness when the servos of one hand slides up your spine and his other hand gently flexes on your butt. And there’s his spike hardening against your hip. “Already? It’s hard to have a conversation when you do that,” you protest. And he smiles crookedly at you, expression almost boyish and not at all ashamed.

• “You have that effect on me,” he admits, cupping your chin and tipping it up. Venting when you lean up on him, mouth brushing his in a much too brief kiss. “Not so fast.” Servos threading through your hair to cup the back of your head, he tugs you back to him, mouth lazily exploring yours.

• Laughing as you break away and his servos lazily comb through your hair, you push up to straddle him and his servos skim up your body and then back down to rest on your hips. Remembering his words from the night before. That he’d said he loved you when he barely knows you. Even if the way he looks up at you is almost worshipful. “Can we talk?” Does he even really understand what love is or is he just fascinated with those love stories he watches?

• Servos wandering to cup soft skin, he rumbles at you. Do you think you really need to ask? That there’s anything he wouldn’t do for you? “Of course.” Servos stroking over you, he wonders if he can bond you. What it would be like to feel you tangled in his spark, touching him intimately. Why are you frowning at him? “Is something wrong?”

• “No, it’s just- It’s nothing,” you say, one of your hands covering his as it wanders and squeezes. And he’s frowning at you now, reaching up to tap a servo against your bottom lip. Waiting expectantly and you cringe. “You know you can’t just keep me here forever. Right? I have family and they must be worried.”

• Expression closing off, he catches your wrist when you start to pull away. Upset with him. Hasn’t he taken care of you? Protected you? “You’re not a prisoner,” he says, voice flat. Empty as his spark constricts. Was it only fragging to you? Nothing more? “I just want you to be happy. Safe.” And if you don’t want him, he’ll let you go. He’ll watch over you even if you don’t want him. Set you free and protect you from a distance as it kills him. You’re everything to him. “Is that what you want? To leave?” If so, he’ll stay as close as he can, let you have your freedom while you can, because as soon as the war starts up again, he’ll bring you back home to him no matter what you want. Can’t lose you.

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Probably a good idea to add a warning to the first chapters of it and TFA Blitzwing’s fic

[oncasette]

𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗦 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧

zayne li x fem!reader, boyfriend!sylus qin x fem!reader

summary: 1.0k

But, then, before he has a chance to open his mouth, a head of white hair filters past his field of vision and sidles up next to you. He sticks his hand in your back pocket, and tugs you against his hip, and Zayne feels that fluttering feeling take flame until there’s only the ashes of butterfly wings in his gut. 

or the one where zayne is surprised to see a man he's never met picking you up from the hospital after a routine checkup.

content: jealousy, unrequited love

masterlist | beat you to it masterlist

It’d been a year or so since you’d re-inserted yourself into Zayne’s life. It’s a wonder, really, how he’d managed to make it through this long without you. That he’d let you slip through his fingers way back when. He doesn’t think he’d be able to do it, now, given the circumstances. Not with the tight grip you held over his heart.

Being your primary care physician had been easy enough when you’d started seeing him. He’d managed to explain the brunt of his lingering butterflies to the crush he’d held for you as a child and get on with his days, but that’d been before he started seeing you outside of the hospital. In cafes and bakeries and his own home, at times. Now, he’s starting to come to terms with the fact that that crush had morphed into something bigger. Something lingering. 

You’d grown more comfortable with him, and him, in turn, with you. You texted him about new macaroons you wanted to try the next time you met up with him on his lunch break, you brought him a cupcake on his birthday with a single candle when he’d neglected to buy one for himself, you wormed your way into his life and his mind and he wasn’t fond of any idea that removed you from it. 

Still, Zayne doesn’t think he’ll ever truly get used to touching you. Even in this context, with his hands covered in latex under the harsh luminescence, he has to focus especially hard to keep his hands from quivering. It’s gotten better, at least, from when he was a child. He remembers placing bandaids cockeyed over your shredded knees one summer because he couldn’t keep the tremor at bay. No, at least now, he can conduct his checkups with a semblance of professionalism. 

“Everything looks like it should,” Zayne says, his eyes flickering up to yours as he looks through your chart. He misses when it was all still paper and folders. It gave him something tangible to hold, something that felt finite. Real. Something to fiddle with while he avoided your stare.

“Good. That’s good, right?” you ask, looking up at him with an overwhelming amount of trust clouding your gaze. It pinches at his chest, before dissipating into the fluttery feeling he’d grown accustomed to.

“You’ll still need to monitor your heart and your fatigue levels with your increasing workload,” he says.

“I can do that,” you say softly. You’d always been good at listening to him, even if you were a bit stubborn about it at times. 

“Other than that,” Zayne nods, clearing his throat and turning the tablet off and setting it on the counter. “It’s very good.”

“Great! Does that make me free to go then, doctor?” you ask. He hates the way his face heats up at the honorific. Thankfully, it’d been a couple of weeks since his last haircut, and the tips of his ears were shielded from your eyes. You’d been calling him that since you were children. Each time he’d patched up a bump or a bruise, you smiled up at him with rosy cheeks and called him doc. 

“One last thing.” He fishes through his pocket to grab a mint, holding it out for you in an open palm. “Yvonne will help you reschedule for your next appointment in eight weeks.”

“Thanks, Dr. Zayne,” you chirp, offering him the toothy grin he remembers from his younger years. He opens the door to the examination room for you, following you out and watching you as you walk to the front desk to reschedule. He briefly considers stopping you, considers asking you to dinner when his shift ends, considers doing anything more than watching you leave with his tongue held tight between his teeth. 

But, then, before he has a chance to open his mouth, a head of white hair filters past his field of vision and sidles up next to you. He sticks his hand in your back pocket, and tugs you against his hip, and Zayne feels that fluttering feeling take flame until there’s only the ashes of butterfly wings in his gut. 

You hadn’t mentioned that you were seeing anyone, not that he’d needed that information to conduct this round of checkups, but, still, this had to have been new. Fresh. Stinging. An open wound with blood still pearling at the seams. 

From this distance, Zayne can faintly hear you say, “I told you you didn’t have to come inside. I would have found the bike.”

“And we can find it together just as easily when we leave, sweetie.” The man shrugs, kissing the crown of your skull. Zayne’s feet feel frozen to the ground. He should go. He has other patients to take care of, things to attend to in his office and with the attendees, but he can’t move. He’s stuck staring, tongue heavy in his mouth. His chest aches with a feeling he’d long forgotten.

“You are all set,” he hears Yvonne say and then, as fast as you’d come, you’re leaving. It’s the smallest of mercies to see you wave at him, his own hand coming up tentatively to reciprocate the gesture with his thumb clutching something small against it. Once you’re out the sliding glass door, he watches the man pull you into a lingering kiss. He hates how easy it is for you to lean into him, how eagerly you pursue his lips. He hates how much it makes his stomach churn and his eyes feel wet with something akin to embarrassment. The back of his tongue reeks of bitterness as he recalls all the opportunities he’d had and all the times he’d pushed them aside in favor of claiming that he’d have all the time in the world to tell you how he felt. Of course he’d waited too long. He’d always waited when it came to you, stalling for time until the ice finally thawed around his heart so that it was warm enough to house you there. 

Zayne swallows, finally managing to avert his gaze. He lowers his hand. There’s another mint in his fist. 

[mr-mercutio]

I remember once I was at a T-shaped intersection, crossing on the right side of the T from top down. About a second into walking into the street, y'know - after waiting for the lights to change and the walk signal to come on, this guy revs up and pulls into the intersection, ready to turn right. Already breaking the law of course, pulling right into the street before I was all the way across. And then he leans out of his window and starts screaming at me to hurry up and get across the street.

I didn't even have the opportunity to check for this fucker to see if he was going to let me cross. Put aside that I had right of way and had waited for the lights to change, he hadn't even BEEN at the intersection, just came zipping down at me.

I didn't feel terrified until after the whole thing was done. In the moment I was just so angry because how dare he, honestly? How dare he come so close to being able to just murder me with his fucking truck and then get mad at ME because I'm slowing him down by a few seconds?

I was so mad that I actually stopped in the middle of the crosswalk and looked him dead in the eyes. And I wish this was the part of the story where I could say he looked ashamed of himself, where I could think maybe he learned something that day that would change how he drove or treated people. Maybe he looked back at me and realized how much power he held over my life in that moment and mouthed "sorry" at me.

But no, he just got more angry and leaned on his horn and called me a faggot. I must have been the worst part of his day, the way he was acting.

So I just gave him the finger and resumed crossing the street, albeit at a snail's pace because I'm a petty little bitch when I'm mad. And as soon as there was any clearance behind me he went zooming off, still screaming at me. I could see another driver waiting at the intersection, one who had a red light still, look absolutely horrified. I think she felt more shame as a driver than this guy did.

And seeing her face was when I felt scared. When the reality dawned on me of how easily I could have been killed in that moment just because I was an inconvenience to an asshole. I slowed him down for an extra 20 seconds, and he treated me like absolute trash. He could have killed me so easily. The only power I had in that moment was to make his day just a little bit worse by extending the inconvenience a few more seconds. And I took that power gleefully in the moment, but I really shouldn't have. I should have just crossed the street because what if he did decide then to run me over? I would love to say that even this douchebag supreme wouldn't be that bad, but honestly? How could I know? If he was that willing to fly off the handle with zero provocation, I shouldn't have trusted that he wouldn't run me down for slowing down and giving him the finger. But taking the tiny bit of power I had in that moment felt really good and necessary in the heat of the moment.

I dunno, I don't have a good lesson here. I don't regret it in the slightest but I do also think it wasn't the safe thing to do. It wasn't worth the risk of dying in that moment.

Some people have no concept of the power they hold. This story is far and away not the only time I feel like I've come close to being killed by drivers who were stupid, angry, mean, or just plain not paying attention. I wish more people would remember that they're piloting a killing machine at high velocity and I'm just a little fleshbag out in the open air. I have to be so careful, and it makes me a bit bitter to watch the drivers who blithely zoom around and forget to stop or slow down or check for pedestrians like me.

Nothing exposes the inability of people to navigate power imbalances quite like the relationship between drivers and pedestrians.

For example, I just had a driver get screaming-at-me mad because I stopped walking at a slip lane to make sure he was going to stop. And like, buddy, I know I have the right of way, but if I assume you are going to stop and I guess wrong, I will literally die. Whereas if I wait to see if you're actually going to slow down, I am just delaying both of us by a couple of seconds. And that might have more to do with why I made the choice that I did than my being a stupid bitch who needs to learn the rules. Like, if you can't understand why the fact that you could effortlessly accidentally kill me (and likely face no consequences) means I am reticent to assume the best from you, maybe you just shouldn't have any power over anyone ever.

[imujings]

Of course I am requesting emidiatly...

What kind of future by Woozi... with Woozi 🫡

I apologize in advance. Feel like this one is gonna be an agaty one.

although i don't wanna see you, i miss you although i hate you, i miss you i don't understand myself so well

wc <1k. warnings angst, cursing, missed chances, childhood friends to lovers to ??? jay’s musings (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) …

You’ve been avoiding your phone all day.

You saw the notifications from high school friends, got the pings on various social medias. Twitter has been going particularly insane about the news, SEVENTEEN’s producer trending with edits of his raw vocals turning into a fully furnished song.

After what felt like the hundredth message from your best friend, telling you to just listen to the goddamn lyrics damnit, you promptly put your ringer on silent and slipped your phone into your bag without a backwards glance.

Trudging into your apartment bedroom, you fall onto your comforter, tears caught in the back of your throat. You hated how you instantly knew what the song was about when you saw the title.

Like, come on—What kind of future? Could he be anymore obvious?

Your eyes subconsciously trail to the sticker-decorated headphones lying on your desk. They taunt you, promising secrets that only you would be allowed to unlock via the key of childhood memories. You huff and sit up.

Fine. You’ll listen to the damn song.

You don’t even realize your body is shaking until the cold settles into your bones, making your teeth chatter with goosebumps prickling your arms. There’s a tense silence that envelopes you in your room.

You’ve done everything you could to stay off his radar: moved cities, started new social media accounts, hell, even gone as far as to block some of the official accounts when you spontaneously gained the courage to. You can’t bear to look at any of them, even when you promised yourself you’d do your best to be happy for him.

Well, you wouldn’t be the only one breaking promises, you think bitterly, sliding your headphones on and connecting them to your phone.

You hit play on the new single before you can convince yourself to do otherwise.

In another world, you like to imagine that things between you and Lee Jihoon would have worked out. That at the end of the day, you’d be the one he’d come home to after a long day at the studio, wired and in need of comforting cuddles and a relaxing evening.

He was your everything, and you were his. You still remember his shy, lingering glances growing up; his small smiles whenever you praised his ever-flourishing musical skills; the feeling of his lips at your shoulder, quick and gentle, before tugging you along to wherever your next adventure was.

Before he belonged to stress, before he was SEVENTEEN’s, Jihoon was yours.

You couldn’t tell if the selfishness you hated was yours or his.

The song is on its second run of the chorus now. You’re caught in place, feeling trapped in a wide open room, biting your lip with so much force your teeth cut into your gums and draw blood.

It’s breathtakingly heartbreaking, his voice.

When Jihoon told you he was being recruited to potentially become an idol, you were ecstatic. You knew deep down this is what he was made for; to create for those he loved, perusing his dreams with no end in sight. You had hugged him tight, peppering kisses to his cheeks and the beauty mark underneath his eye, showering him in good wishes.

What you weren’t ready for, however, was the news that you wouldn’t be able to continue seeing him. The exact words were lost to you, too tuned out to remember entirely. Something about the company being incredibly strict. Something about passing tests, about having incredible self-control and appeal to the media.

“What’s going to happen to us?” high-school you whispered hoarsely; you have the feeling of being held in his arms etched into your brain so effortlessly.

The post-chorus lyrics catch your attention and you choke back a cry. What kind of future comes before us?

“Wait for me,” he had promised. “I’ll become someone you can be proud of. You’re my future.”

You wanted to scream at him back then that you were already proud, that if no one in the world knew and saw and loved Lee Jihoon, it would mean you were wiped from existence. But you were young, and foolish, and you only nodded at him, hope shining in your eyes.

Jihoon left the next day, and you haven’t seen him since.

The headphones are ripped off your head the second the music stops and his voice fades. You furiously dab at your face, clutching your chest with your other hand like you could physically grasp at your heart to stop the bleeding.

But really, what’s there to do when the organ that pumps blood and love to the other parts of your body fails itself, baring your soul to the entire world in the process?

A tear hits the blanket. Then another. And another.

And then, so many more that you’re wiping ugly, thick snot away with your fingers, sobbing violently into your hands.

You hate him.

And fuck, you miss him.

When did the two become the same word?

wanna queue a song?

[thewitchblue]

You eyed the family suspiciously. They are dressed too nicely. They don't even dress up this nicely for galas. Why do they look like they were in a fight but somehow appear so polished? As if they got into a fight, then went on a date.

Tim looked pretty normal, at least. It seems like Jason and Dick were able to gang up on him and capture him without much force.

You had been wedding planning with Tim in your apartment until he had to leave for patrol. He left your home with a kiss only for Dick and Jason to immediately kidnap him the second he was out of your window.

Apparently, Dick was feeling petty and wanted a surprise wedding since the engagement "wasn't a big deal."

Dick was petty the entire time. From the cheers to the toast to the vows he altered when he broke into Tim's room and your apartment, everything was very passive-aggressive.

It was a small and private wedding, and it was beautiful. He must have stolen your shared wedding plan that Tim insisted on writing down. Tim had said he needed all the details to refer back to when you both go to each place.

Bruce must have been in on it, as he told you to wear your wedding attire to check for tailoring needs at the manor, but you didn't expect the wedding to happen.

Nobody in the manor said anything despite your rapid questions until you had to walk down the aisle. Not even Alfred revealed what was going to happen.

Everything started clicking when you walked through the manor and saw all the decorations. You looked for Tim, who was squirming at the end of the aisle, his hands tied with a constrictor knot and a gag Jason happened to have mixed in his Red Hood gear (nobody asked questions). Jason had an iron grasp on his shoulders and had him lifted into the air, so he made no progress in running to you.

You shared a look with Tim as if to ask if he wants to continue the wedding. Tim looked flustered, but he stopped squirming long enough to nod. He's fine with getting married now, but he was incredibly anxious being unable to walk alongside you. He felt silly, but he wanted to be at your side, and he was willing to fight for it.

You, unsurprisingly, had Alfred walking you down the aisle. How did Dick manage to swear all the guests into secrecy? You know nothing was a coincidence.

Alfred had to borderline chase after you as you sped over to Tim with a grin. You'd have to applaud Dick for his efforts. Everything was perfect. It was exactly as you planned with Tim.

You laughed when you noticed the ring bearer was actually holding two painite rocks instead of rings. That was definitely Tim's idea. He has grown attached to rocks. He even told you he's going to make you a rock garden for your anniversary. He's already thinking about his future with you.

Tim calmed down significantly when you were at his side. Jason finally let him go, untied him, and stepped back into the background as if nothing had happened.

Tim gasped for air as he yanked off the gag. His glare promised a fight later, and Jason's answering smile felt like a challenge. You sighed. You can already imagine the photos of Tim dangling like a squirming puppy. You shouldn't have expected a normal wedding. It was really idealistic to think you could ever have a normal wedding in this family.

Your eyes turned to the gems with a fondness as you remember all the rocks you've given him through the years. All those memories will be immortalised. You remember every rock given and your thought process when you picked them up.

You both were handed your respective rocks, then your rings after trading rocks. You took a deep breath before saying,

"Tim, I give you yet another rock to love and cherish. I promise to keep giving you rocks until my last breath. You will always remember getting beat by your big brothers every time you look at the pair of gems, but one day, you will look at them like the best beat down you've ever experienced."

Tim gave a shrug and said he rated it,

"7/10. I could have fought more if my laptop wasn't my main priority."

Dick and Jason looked offended, but everybody else laughed.

"Tim, I promise my love for you will be as immortal as these stones and as fierce as an otter."

Tim laughed. He loved your little speech for him. You gave him a kiss to seal your vows, and he begins his,

"I told you rocks were for proposals when you gave me my now ring, and I'm happy to be here to tell you I was correct. I'm correct again in choosing you to spend the rest of my life with you."

Tim sounded incredibly amused. You laughed and hugged the gem closer. He twisted his wedding ring nervously as he continued,

"My love for you will be as permanent as the rocks you've given me. This rock rock isn't a diamond, but it's become more precious than any diamond in the world. You are my rock and my love."

Tim gave you a kiss to end his vows. He's never looked happier as he looked at you. You were his everything.

"I didn't realise this was a rock rock."

You teased. Jason called you both weird but he had too soft of an expression for the words to have any bite behind them.

Dick handed you both the paperwork and patted Tim on the back. Tim didn't trust him for one second and read the certificate to make sure Dick isn't legally binding him to anything besides you.

You also read the papers before signing anything. You love Tim, but you don't trust his brothers when they feel petty or slighted.

"'You are from now on required to inform Dick Grayson first about any future big commitments such as any potential future children.' Dick, are you serious?"

Tim sounded offended as he read the words outloud while you chuckled. Dick was still mad. You shook your head and asked him,

"How would we even hide a kid?"

Dick immediately said,

"The same way you hid your engagement."

Tim was irritated now as he said,

"We were engaged for an hour until you found out. Let it go."

Dick didn't let it go. He brought it up at any chance he could. Jason snapped first.

"Suck it up and shut up, Dickhead. I was right there and you weren't. Deal with it."

Jason then proceeded to chug his cup of vodka to calm his urge to punch Dick. You both left when the two brothers started to bicker with each other over Jason's drinking. Jason will forever be the little 10 year old kid to Dick.

"You're officially stuck with me now."

You said as you took his ringed hand in yours. He looked at your conjoined hands with a fond expression.

"I'm not stuck with you. I love you."

You tugged his tie lightly and dragged him into a kiss. You vaguely heard the drunken wolf whistles and cheers, but you didn't care. He's yours forever. That's all that matters to you at that moment.

This is a part two @hearts4mica requested. I may have had too much fun with it.

[echo-riot]

✞⛧ Sevika/Abby/Ellie: Love letters ✞⛧

Warnings: fluff

𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕜𝕒

Hey Brat,

I don’t know what you want me to say in this. You should know by now that I’m not one for long speeches or anything sappy. But since you’re still here, I guess I’ll give you something to chew on.

You’re mine. That’s the only thing you need to remember. No one else matters. No one else will even get close to you while I’m around. I don’t care if you think it’s possessive or crazy, but you’re not going anywhere. And don’t even try to argue with me about it. You wouldn’t win.

It’s cute how you think you need to take care of me sometimes. You’re not the only one who knows how to survive, but I’ll admit—your little touches, your care, it’s not the worst thing in the world. But don’t go thinking I need you. You’re not my damn therapist, and I’m not your project. But I’ll let you fuss over me anyway, since you seem to enjoy it. I’d kill anyone who made you feel less than adored, so don’t get any bright ideas about being too independent.

You’ve got a good thing going, so don’t fuck it up. I might not say it outright, but I’d burn this whole damn city down before I let anything happen to you. So yeah, maybe I’m a little soft on you. But don’t get any funny ideas. You’re not gonna change me, and you’ll never hear me say anything cheesy, like those damn love words. That’s not me.

But in the quiet moments, when you’re all tangled up with me, I’m not thinking about anyone else. Just you. Keep that in mind next time you get all worried.

So, there. That’s your “love letter,” for whatever the hell that means to you. Take it or leave it.

-Sevika

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𝔸𝕓𝕓𝕪

Hey,

I’m not great with words. Never have been. So, you’ll have to bear with me.

I’m not some romantic, and I don’t do the whole love-letter thing. But I guess I owe you this, if only because you’re the one thing in this messed-up world that’s made sense. You’re the constant, the one person who’s been there even when I didn’t deserve it. I don’t know if you get that, or if you’ll ever really understand how much that means to me.

I’m not good at talking about feelings—hell, I’m not even sure what they are half the time. But I know this: I trust you. I trust you in a way I haven’t trusted anyone in a long time. And yeah, maybe that’s not saying much, but I’m not exactly the type to let people close. You’ve earned your place, and I’m not just letting anyone in. So, don’t take that lightly.

I won’t sugarcoat it—I’ve made my share of mistakes. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make things right, but I’m trying. I’m fighting for something, for us, and I don’t know where that’ll take me, but I know I’ll keep pushing forward as long as you’re by my side. You’re the reason I keep going when it’s easier to quit. You make it worth it.

I’m not perfect, and I don’t expect you to be either. We’re both broken in our own ways, and that’s okay. I just want you to know that, no matter what happens, I’ll fight for you. You mean more to me than I can say.

So, yeah. Maybe not the flowery words you expected. But that’s the truth, and it’s the best I can do.

<3 Abby

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𝔼𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖

Hey you,

I don’t even know where to start, but I guess that’s pretty typical for me. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what to say, how to say it, and if I even have the guts to send something like this. But here it is, I guess.

I’m not great with words—never really was. I tend to get stuck in my head, and even when I have something I want to say, it comes out… wrong. But I hope you understand that I mean every word, even if it’s clumsy or awkward.

There’s something about you that makes everything feel… right. Even on the days when I’m a mess, when I forget to text back or I zone out for a bit because my head’s too loud—whenever I’m with you, I feel like I can breathe. And I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but I’m grateful for it. I’m grateful for you.

You make me want to be better, even if I don’t always show it in the best ways. I know I can be a little weird and I overthink things like a lot, but the truth is, I’m just trying to make sure I don’t mess things up with you. You mean more to me than I’m probably letting on, and sometimes that freaks me out.

I catch myself looking at you sometimes, like I can’t help it, and I know I probably look like an idiot when I get all flustered, but it’s because you’re… I don’t know. You’re just everything to me. It’s hard to explain, but I think you already know.

When I’m with you, I don’t feel like such a loser anymore. I don’t have to be perfect or say the right things or try to impress anyone. You make me feel like I don’t have to be anything other than just… me. And that’s probably the best gift anyone could give me.

So, yeah. I guess I just wanted to tell you that. You mean the world to me, more than you know. And I’m sorry for all the weirdness, the moments when I get quiet or lost in my thoughts. It’s just… I think about you a lot.

I’ll stop before I get all awkward and ruin this, but I hope you understand.

I love you. And I’m so damn lucky to have you.

Love,

Ellie

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[onlydylanobrien]

Dylan O’Brien Used Director James Sweeney’s ‘Gay Scale’ to Play Brothers in ‘Twinless’: He’d Say ‘You Were Too Straight on That’

“I’m egregiously picky,” insists Dylan O’Brien, reflecting on a burst of productivity that, in the last 12 months, includes the films “Ponyboi,” “Saturday Night,” “Caddo Lake,” the Max comedy series “Fantasmas” and James Sweeney’s “Twinless,” which screens at Sundance. “I’m going to get skewered for this type of quote being out there … but I would have a much different career, I think, if I was a ‘yes to everything’ person.”

After launching his career more than a decade ago as a heartthrob on MTV’s “Teen Wolf” and in the “Maze Runner” films, each of those recent projects earned the actor praise for his versatility; no two roles are the same. But according to O’Brien, his recent slate reflects not just one year of work but more than five — a period that also encompasses guest spots (as “himself”) on “Curb Your Enthusiasm” and “The Other Two,” four more features and “All Too Well,” a short film directed by Taylor Swift.

His run of projects actually started back in 2019 after reading “Twinless.” In the film, which earned Sweeney a spot on Variety’s 2025 Directors to Watch, he plays twin brothers Roman and Rocky, with the former bonding with a fellow support group member (played by Sweeney) after the latter dies unexpectedly. Even facing the challenge of dual parts — one is straight, one is gay — the actor says that Sweeney’s writing gave him exactly the kind of charge that tells him to get on board a project.

“When I read something, it’s like I can hear the guy’s voice or I can’t,” O’Brien says. “And from the second I picked up the script, I was just like, ‘Roman is in me.’ I know this guy. And then when I get to Rocky, I had an instinct for him too.”

He remembers that it was his transformation into the introspective Roman, who, like O’Brien, is straight, that most surprised Sweeney. “My Roman voice, I got self-conscious about it immediately because he pointed it out,” he says. “But that’s how I was processing the weight of the very sheltered life he had experienced until that point, and then the tragedy that he experienced — and that’s what the fuck came out. [James] was like, ‘I love it.’”

Meanwhile, in order to play Rocky — authentically, but never stereotypically — O’Brien says the pair implemented a “gay scale” on set that Sweeney (who is gay) would dial up or down. “Most of the time, he’d be like, ‘You were too straight on that,’” he recalls with a laugh. “I was happy for that permission … a sign of a great filmmaker is to always give you the permission to go into a direction or not.”

The believability of both performances — like the others released before it — evidence a centeredness that O’Brien attributes to his increasing capacity for identifying nurturing, creative environments. “By that I mean your filmmaker, the piece in and of itself and the confidence you feel in it,” he says. “A helpful tool to either have or try to develop is to be able to identify whether you’re in safe hands or not.”

Though he admits that being in a music video is a “space that makes me really uncomfortable,” O’Brien indicated that two of those safe hands belonged to Taylor Swift, who in 2021 enlisted him to play the male lead in “All Too Well.” “For that to be her first time directing, Taylor had the absolute right instinct to be like, ‘I hired these actors because I am a fan of the work that they’ve done, and I’m going to let them come in and do that work’,” he says. “I loved what she was trying to tell with that. And I fully felt like I understood my role in it, and that excited me.”

Indicating he’s finally “being able to operate with choice,” the actor says his future plans include a reunion with Sweeney (“James and I are definitely going to partner up again on something”), and the June 27, 2025 release of “Ponyboi,” which first premiered at Sundance in 2024. “I’m very fortunate to be in some kind of position to pick these projects that I feel really drawn to and inspired by — and I have in me,” he says.

“These choices that I’ve been making, that you’ve seen in this past year, identify with what I want to be doing,” O’Brien adds. “It’s not like I don’t identify with my role on ‘Teen Wolf’ or the ‘Maze Runner’ movies. Those were my building blocks. But it doesn’t tell the whole story of who I am as a creative person.”

Source: variety.com

[lu-is-not-ok]

What do you suppose is the underlying difference that determines someone getting Magic Bullet or Fell Bullet E.G.O.?

It's something that's been on mind since WP5 began and remembering there being a lot of E.G.O overlap between Heathcliff and Outis (Ya Śūnyatā Tad Rūpam, Holiday, Binds, and Sunshower if you count Heath's TLA ID).

I keep thinking about this ask and turning it in my brain so I think it's about time to figure out an answer here.

So. Der Freischütz (who I will refer to as Der Frei from now on) and Der Fluchschütze (who I will refer to as Der Fluch).

Der Frei comes from an opera of the same name, and literally translates to The Marksman or The Freeshooter.

Der Frei's concept as an abnormality is a man who recieved a gun from the Devil, one that had bullets that could never miss, but the last of which would kill the one he loved. In response, Der Frei chose to kill everyone he loved first, so that he would never reach that final bullet. This act had unknowingly still fulfilled the Devil's contract, causing the man to become a sort of Devil himself, now being the one offering the bullet to others himself.

The Lobcorp flavor text "Long ago, Der Freischütz’s heart was pierced by the magic bullet, which always hits its mark." implies that the target of that final bullet was actually Der Frei himself, leaving him unable to feel joy or love, only the impulse to hunt and kill.

Der Fluch doesn't appear to have a direct name inspiration, but his name translates to The Curse/Cursed Shooter.

Der Fluch's concept as an abnormality is similar to Der Frei, but with notable differences. Just like Der Frei, he recieved a gun from the Devil on the condition that its final bullet would hit the one he loved.

The first difference comes from what the gun is enchanted to do. For Der Frei, the bullets are said to never miss. For Der Fluch the bullets are said to be able to "blow up anything". Notably the type of gun differs between the two as well, Der Frei using a sniper rifle (a gun associated with precision at a distance), while Der Fluch uses a shotgun (a gun associated with large damage at short range).

The second difference is the way the two tried to wiggle their way out of their deals. Der Frei simply killed all of his loved ones before ever reaching the final bullet, showing he never actually loved them and cared more about himself, thus the final bullet hit his heart.

Der Fluch on the other hand simply doesn't remember who his beloved is, having been a part of the war for so long that he simply forgot. As such, he believes himself to be able to kill without any worry about harming whoever his beloved might be, even finding it exhilarating to imagine those he kills to still remember their loved ones. However, Der Fluch is always carrying a pendant holding a picture of that beloved, and if he's made to look into it, he's filled with fear and grief as the next bullet he shoots immediately goes for that beloved, and he laments that he didn't want to remember the people he loved anymore.

There's also the interesting choice of the name of the E.G.O. Der Frei's Magic Bullet brings to mind a miraculous item, something that he finds to be desireable, which reflects how he had no qualms with taking out his loved ones for the sake of keeping the gun and bullets. On the other hand, Der Fluch's Fell Bullet gives the impression that the bullet is actively harmful, dangerous and cruel, reflecting Der Fluch's own cruelty in the warzone and how in the end the bullet will still find its true mark.

...That was a lot of yapping. Ok. Let's get back to the question.

I think these are the main differences between Magic Bullet and Fell Bullet that might be determining which goes to what Sinner. The ascribed purpose of the Bullet, the method for avoiding the consequences of the deal, and the actual consequences in question.

Magic Bullet is the promise of precise results, to reach the target regardless of what is in the way. The one who accepts it is someone who is willing to sacrifice everyone and everything around them, even those they believe they care about. In consequence they lose their heart, being left alone and unable to turn back to the way things were.

Fell Bullet is the promise of mindless destruction, to do whatever one wants just cause. The one who accepts it is someone who wishes to forget their past, who ignores their surroundings just so they can live without thinking about those they care about. The consequence is that, eventually, they cannot ignore what's in front of them and end up bringing destruction to those they wished to protect by forgetting.

Focus on the goal vs mindlessly indulging. Sacrifices that lead to losing oneself vs willful ignorance that leads to hurting someone else.

[hkthatgffan]

What's actually your opinion on Stanford Pines?

Oh, that's an interesting question. Short answer; I like Ford and think he's a great, flawed but lovable character who has endured a lot and come out of it a better man than he was before. Now, if you want my long answer...keep reading beyond this for why I feel that way.

Back when I first saw Gravity Falls, I thought Ford was okay. He wasn't so much a favourite of mine (that title then and still belongs to Dipper and Mabel for me), nor was I as interested in him. I did love reading up everything in Journal 3 about him and all his antics.

During the Mabel hate era in 2018, I did somewhat sour in my opinion on Ford as I felt fans were being too harsh on Mabel and not realizing some of the negatives about him and how Dipper and Mabel were drifting into the same direction Ford and Stan had become. I felt angry that fans were hating on Mabel and calling out her mistakes but downplaying other characters', Ford included.

But then, if you were around in 2018 and remember the Mabel debates that raged on then...you know how messy it was no matter what side you were on, lmao. Be it anti or pro Mabel or Ford, people really debated long and hard during that time and it's an era I'm glad we're more or less past.

In the years since and having heard more takes from fans who like Ford and get him in ways I didn't, I do find myself appreciating and liking Ford a lot more than I did back then. I'm still always gonna be defensive of Mabel and firm on my stance that Dipper staying behind in Gravity Falls with Ford was the worst outcome that could've happened in that scenario, but I see Ford in a lens less of hatred and more realization that...the whole situation was a learning experience for everyone in that situation. Ford learned something from it, Mabel did, Dipper did...all of them did.

To me, Ford is a character that is good at heart. Like every member of the Pines family, he's flawed and has made mistakes that he's overcome and improved from. And as we see again in The Book of Bill...there is one major new thing we really see that makes him all the better in my eyes now than he used to be!

I've spoken about this before when someone asked what my stance on Billford is, but I think as someone who has survived being in toxic situations with people who made my life worse the same way Bill was a toxic person to Ford, I understand him more so now than I used to.

What we see is Ford and Bill having a partnership (or friendship or relationship depending on how you see it) that was toxic. Bill was manipulative, took Ford and tried to mold him into what he wanted him to be. And Ford eventually realized that but Bill made his life hell for trying to escape. Ford eventually being able to and learn to find happiness in his family and friends was an incredible thing to see and that single thing, having been through such shit myself as others probably can relate too, changed Ford in a huge way for me for the better.

Ford to me is a guy who managed to overcome the worst thrown at him and be able to let go of that whole situation and escape it to become better. And we all deserve that. We all deserve to escape the Bill Ciphers in our life, find our Pines family and grow and become better and happier from that.

That is what I think of Stanford Pines. He's a character who is flawed. He's a character who has his ups and downs. But at his core, he is a guy who overcame adversities thrown at him and found a way to live a better and more fulfilling life with those who appreciate and love him for who he is. For a character I once felt no real connection or understanding for and more so hatred...he sure has come a long way for the better and I couldn't be more proud of him.

I know for others this may not be how they see Ford or you may even look at what I said and think I missed the whole point. But that's okay. Because these characters are for us as fans to relate and find aspects in them we can understand. Headcanons exist for a reason. To me, that's how I see Ford. To you, he may be something else.

That's the beauty of this show. Headcanon these character the way you please, without fear or worry of being told you're wrong. Alex has said no headcanon to him will ever be confirmed or denied...so headcanon and perceive these characters the way you feel. Because we all are Gravity Falls fans...and love them the way we do.

But FR, we need more Mabel and Ford bonding. That's all I want from this show now...these two just having fun and being awesome, lol!!

[ourhees]

WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS ⟡──𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾

𝒊𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗗 .. ❛ 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗉

𝑜𝑓 · 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖶𝓉𝖨𝖬𝖤 ⦂ bf! hyung line x gf! reader── && angst + crying, mentions of depressing lifestyle❔ 𝖶𝖨𝖲𝖯 & 𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖲

◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞ : perhaps writing this after i saw my first love .. i’m glad to see he’s well and he’s taking care of himself..

𝖫𝖤𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖴𝖭𝖦

you spent hours talking to heeseung, thinking this was going to be your way of healing from the breakup, the breakup you both agreed upon. being friends with heeseung only hurt you more, and it was time to put an end to that hurting. “are you alright?” heeseung asks, pulling you closer to him. “i don’t think we should be friends anymore.” your voice broke, and the tears began to fall. you tears soaked onto his jacket, he pressed one final kiss to your forehead. “im proud of you for trying.” heeseung tried to smile, tears forming in his eyes. “i’ll always love you, princess.” you cried into his chest, knowing it’d be the last time you’re able to do that.

𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖩𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦

being friends with jay after the breakup wasn’t apart of the plan. you thought that, being friends with jay would heal the part of you that yearned for him, yet it only hurt you. you found yourself crying daily, wishing for a chance with him again. all you could think about was every good memory, you shared with him. this was too much, you couldnt push forward anymore. you called jay, sobs forming as you let the phone ring. “hello?” he answered. “we can’t be friends anymore.. this hurts.” you sobbed, trying to hold it together.” jay took a deep breath, before speaking again. “i understand.. im always here if you need me.” you hung up the phone, your tears seeping into the fabric of your satin pillowcase, soaking it.

𝖲𝖨𝖬 𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖸𝖴𝖭

the breakup was mutual, but the final terms were one sided. you tried everything in your power to make sure you don’t lose jake, but the friendship was only flowing one way. jake didn’t make an effort to take you the way you texted him, he barely responded as he tried to keep himself busy from the pain he was feeling. you couldn’t get mad at him for it, you couldnt push him away it would hurt you even more. maybe this one time, you needed to push him away, to stop this depressing lifestyle you’ve grown to live. “we can’t be friends anymore, i just can’t do it.” you texted jake, your year drops falling onto your cell phone. you heard an instant buzz once you tossed your phone, a message reading’”okay. i’m sorry for everything.” on your lockscreen.

𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖭

being friends wasn’t an option, especially to sunghoon. the only reason he agreed to heing friends was because he didn’t want to see you hurting without him, falling apart piece by piece without his warming presence. eventually though, you still fell apart with him. you tried to keep it together, but sunghoon couldnt bare seeing you like this. crying for him when things go wrong, sobbing hard into the sweaters he gave you. “for your own good, im putting an end to this situation.” he said, wiping your tears with his thumb. “if i’m the reason you’re hurting, this cant go on any longer.” sunghoon pulls you close to him, his grip tightened, giving you the final embrace you needed. the final embrace youll ever receive.

taglist open 🎀 ! send an ask or comment . remember: you are always loved ♡

[sexy-monster-fucker]

You’re My Achilles Heel

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

Summary: Hotch and Reader find themselves in a predicament when a fellow agent ended up being at the office after hours.

CW: secret relationship, oral m!receiving, swallowing

a/n: just for the record, HOTCH WOULD NEVER lmao but it’s my fanfiction AND I DO WHAT I WANT also yes I do keep naming these Fics after song lyrics lol

~~~

This little secret rendezvous had really gotten you this time. 

Knees pressed firmly into the linoleum floor, feet arched under the weight of your body, hands clasped together in your lap. Lips swollen and face flushed. Mouth completely full of your boss’s length.

Finding yourself entangled with him one night when he brought you home from work. A long case had tensions high and everyone’s bodies exhausted. Aaron Hotchner, the man whose desk you were hidden under, had offered to drive you from Quantico. Leading to shared glances and awkward smiles the whole way home. A sloppy kiss, ending with the two of you tangled in his backseat.

Unable to get your hands off each other ever since. Hands lingering on parts of your body they should not be. Purposefully taking longer routes so that he could slip his fingers under your pantyline. Staying late on weekends so he could bend you over his desk. Sneaking off for quickies in the bathroom.

Evolving overtime to bringing each other small snacks and drinks that you had learned the other liked. Leaving little sticky notes with inside jokes you had made at the other’s house the night before. Casually texting each other compliments. Planning dinner together. Deciding who would stay with who.

A secret that you both had to keep.

Cohabitation was strictly off limits. Especially between a Unit Chief and his subordinate. Hotch was willing to bend the rules when necessary, but never publicly.

So when someone had knocked while you were kneeled before him, he panicked. An emotion that was unfamiliar to your stoic leader. Pressing you back into the cubby under his desk. Trying his hardest to act natural when Agent Rossi came in.

How could he have forgot to lock the door?

“Hey, Aaron,” Rossi stared down at the folders and files in his hands.

Hotch swallowed hard. Back stiff against his chair. Looking over at the clock on his wall. Convincing himself he misread the time.

“What are you doing here so late?” Hotch cleared his throat. Trying not to look down at you through the small slit between his body and desk. Because the sight of you would have completely ruined his facade. Continuing to bob your head up and down his shaft.

“Needed to finish up this case report,” Rossi nonchalantly walked over to the front of Hotch’s desk. Jaw clenched as he fought the flare of his nostrils when you took him completely into your mouth. Holding back yourself from gagging.

“Right. You can just leave it here,” Hotch gestured with shaky hands towards the edge of his desk.

Your hands ran up the back of his calves. Gently caressing the material of his slacks as your fingers held on for support. Tongue flat on the underside, feeling every vein. Loving the taste of his salty precum filling your mouth.

Shaking with anticipation. Unable to believe that you were doing this. Especially with Hotch. Catching his brown eyes above you, dimly glowing with the reflection of the lamp. Watching as his gaze softened for a moment before swiftly jumping back to Rossi.

Beginning to speed up on his member. Sloppily taking him in and out. Hollowing out your cheeks giving him full access. Causing him to exhale a little louder than intended.

“Everything alright, Aaron?”

Hotch’s mind was running wild. Barely able to keep the conversation going between himself and Rossi. Especially when you licked a stripe up his cock. Focusing on his breathing. If he could even remember how normal people breathed.

“Of-f course. Just been a long week,” Hotch’s steady voice attempted to reassure Rossi. Brows resting harshly against his forehead. Hand coming up to rest against his face. Deciding to lean back in his chair to seem more casual. Not realizing how delicious you looked under his desk.

Giant eyes doeing up at him as your lips perfectly wrapped around his girth. Fluttering your mascara covered lashes as the corner of your mouth curved into a smile. Hotch gave you a look that told you to not make him do anything stupid.

“This job can be stressful. Maybe it’s time you hop back on the saddle,” Rossi smirked. Insinuating that Hotch needed to get laid.

He had no idea what he was talking about.

Hotch chuckled, rolling his eyes. Momentarily looking down at you still smiling from his laugh. Amused that all his coworkers assumed he was some uptight loner.

Thought these people were supposed to be profilers?

“Come on. I’m not saying to do anything crazy. Just go down to the bar and find some pretty, young girl to have a good time with. It’ll help you loosen up a bit,” Rossi rolled his shoulders, smiling.

Hotch rested his forehead against his hand. Secretly staring down at you. Lust blown eyes meeting yours. You felt Hotch twitch between your lips. Knowing he would finish soon.

“I’m fine, Rossi,” Hotch cleared his throat. Scooting forward and forcing his cock further down your throat. Loosing any semblance of joy he had on his face. Attempting to hide how close he was to cumming.

Almost blowing your cover when you lost your balance. Having to dig desperate fingers into Hotch’s calves. Tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you gagged. Slickness between your legs pooling in your panties. The thrill of the situation causing your heart to throb in your ears.

“Whatever you say, kid,” Rossi threw his arms up. Spinning on his heel and heading out the door. Hotch carefully watched Rossi’s shadow disappear behind his curtains. Sighing loudly as he leaned back in his chair. Neck straining over the head as he caught his breath. Not even realizing he had been holding it.

You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. A glimpse of his perfect teeth as he smiled. Noting how handsome he looked from this angle.

Hotch’s hand fell onto your head. Lacing through your locks. “For Christ’s sake,” he breathed out.

You sucked off him with a pop. Replacing your mouth with your hand while you heaved. Smiling up at him with plump lips. Hint of drool glistening on your chin.

“You’re too good for me,” Hotch complimented, hand tracing down your cheek.

“I thought you were gonna cum in front of Rossi,” you snickered. Kissing up his shaft. Continuing to stroke him. Causing him to groan.

“I was,” Hotch chuckled, eyes closing and brows furrowing. Mouth agape as the muscles in his face contorted with pleasure. Hips rutting forward against your hand. A sign that he wanted back inside your mouth.

And how could you not give him what he wanted?

Taking it agonizingly slow as your lips met the curly hair at his base. Pulling back and wrapping your hand around him. Meeting your lips with each grope of your hand. Squelching sound filling the room. Mixing with all the soft grunts and moans Aaron gave you. A symphony perfectly orchestrated for you.

Hotch held on tightly to your head, using it as an anchor to thrust into your mouth. Chasing his high. Salty taste dancing on your tastebuds. Loving that he was this desperate. Loving how even now he needed to take control.

A few mumbled curses later, Hotch was coating the inside of your mouth. Holding you in place as he shuttered. Moaning your name as his hips bucked. Swallowing every drop he gave you. Leaning back on your legs as you smiled. Catching your own breath.

Hotch’s body relaxed. Legs spread wide and shoulder slouched. Eyes squinted shut as he savored his post orgasm glow. Tucking himself back into his pants and extending a hand out to you. Pulling you into a deep kiss. Hunger taking over his movements. Lips trailing down your neck, pulling sweet giggles from you. Ready to return the favor. Hands groping the plump of your ass as he tucked his nose into the curve of your shoulder.

Both of you jumping when someone knocked.

Again?

Rossi peaked his head in.

You and Hotch had gotten into a position that looked like you were going over some paperwork together. Awkwardly pretending like both of your hair was not messed up and that you smelled like one another.

Smiling as you shortly waved at Rossi.

“Y/N? I didn’t even see you out here,” Rossi questioned.

“Guess you missed me. You know me. Always trapped at that desk.”

~~~

[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! I love writing for Hotch <3 my inbox is always open for requests! Reblogs and Comments are appreciated! //

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꒰ yoon — keeho ꒱ㅤㅤ(기호) . keeho would show his love with words, conversation would be the basis of your relationship. he knows you better than you know yourself, he remembers everything about you, from your favorite ice cream flavor to the brand of your conditioner. if there's anyone you can lean on, it's him, you understand each other beyond words. you're like each other's pillar,

he comes home with a bag of snacks for the two of you to share, too concerned about your well-being when he realizes that you've spent the whole evening too focused on studying for a test, "you know me so well," you say, munching on the food he brought for you, keeho ruffles your hair and you hum in disapproval, raising your head to look at him with narrowed eyes. "if you don't take care of yourself, i will personally babysit you."

꒰ choi — taeyang ꒱ ㅤㅤ(테오) . theo would never say what his love language was until he realized that spending so much time by your side was the answer. he would dedicate his time to walks, moments alone and conversations. the bond between the two of you would be built through small moments together. if you needed him, he would be here. he would be like your home, feeling comfort in your arms.

enjoying each other's company was what you usually did, counting the minutes that passed in silence, your body close to theo's while he dedicated himself to learning a new song on his guitar, your fingers between his strands of hair, caressing him until you suddenly stop, it took two whole minutes for theo to notice and look curiously to know the reason, smiling when he found you sleeping soundly.

꒰ choi — jiung ꒱ㅤㅤ(지웅) .   jiung would love to show his love through meaningful gifts and surprises. he would be the boyfriend who, when you were shopping, would ask if you liked something so he could buy it for you, and also, whenever he was out alone and saw something he thought you would like, he would make sure to buy it to give to you later.

"what do you think?" he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looks at the small pendant hanging over your collarbone through the mirror. it was shiny and you knew it had been an expensive gift. "it's so pretty, ji." he kisses your neck, you admire the gift in your reflection in the mirror that seemed to shine under the dim lights of the room, smiling at how sweet he had been to consider buying something so expensive just for the pleasure of gifting it to you.

꒰ hwang — intak ꒱ ㅤㅤ(인탁) .  intak would be so affectionate with you, he wouldn't be able to stay away from you for long. every day he spends with you is like magic and all the time together is cherished, he's always just a phone call away. even if you had just seen each other, he would miss you before you even said goodbye. in the kisses and hugs, your comfort is guaranteed in his arms.

"what's wrong?" you ask between a giggle as you feel intak's arms wrap around your figure in a warm and tight hug, pulling you closer until your back is pressed against his chest. he buries his face in your neck, sighing deeply, as if he wanted to engrave the scent of your perfume in his memory. you were getting ready to leave, but neither of you wanted to leave the other's side. he leaves a little kiss on your neck, mumbling softly for you not to leave him yet. "stay a little longer." he murmured, tightening his embrace as if with one slip of his hand you would disappear. 

꒰ haku — shota ꒱ ㅤㅤ(白翔太) . i believe that soul wouldn't talk much about his feelings, not being a very verbal person, he shows through actions and small gestures how much he likes you. patience and understanding are the key to a relationship like yours, people with quirks and habits that other people find strange understand each other more. being with soul is like finding your space, where you feel like you belong.

"it's so cold today, i feel like i could freeze." you chatter, curling up under the soft blankets next to soul who doesn't even seem to be affected by the cold that was happening tonight, just listening to your complaints. he smiles before getting up, mumbling that he'll be back in a few minutes. what seems like an eternity until he comes back with two mugs of hot chocolate for you to drink while watching doraemon. 

꒰ kim — jongseob ꒱ ㅤㅤ(종섭) . jongseob would be the boyfriend who would take care of you, you wouldn't even need to lift a finger because he would always be there to help you. from getting a pot from a high shelf to an important job, something he would help you with without even thinking twice and would do to see a radiant smile appear on your face. the feeling of being loved by jongseob is like the feeling of coming home after a tiring day, like a cold night where the only thing that can warm you up is being in his arms.

“ah, i forgot my coat at home.” you say as you feel the draft hit your body as you step out onto the street, making a shiver run down your spine and hug your own body. you weren’t far from home yet and could go back to get it. “i’ll be right back-”   before you could say anything else, jongseob took off his jacket, he was wearing a sweatshirt underneath so he wouldn’t be cold. “i knew you would forget.” he says with a smile, passing the jacket over your shoulders for you to put on. 

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[cherrysolo]

do you guys remember the post on reddit where lu said he doesn’t like kindles and prefers physical books???

I can just imagine his significant other being a romance reader (hello me lol) so she obviously owns a kindle and a kindle unlimited subscription… she’s constantly binging cheesy rom-coms and smutty romances, and lu completely side-eyes you whenever you read on that thing! even though his book taste is the complete opposite, he will always listen to you babble on about your books. “baby, they’re enemies but there’s only one bed! I can tell that it’s gonna end with them kissing,” you would excitingly tell him, he’d just roll his eyes but he secretly loves seeing your face light up. the next day, he would get a notification that you rated the book five stars on goodreads. he would quickly pop over to your guys' local bookshop and purchase your most recent read. he’d later surprise you with it to add to your ever-growing at-home library. it has become a tradition that he buys you physical copies of your favourite kindle reads, he wants you to be able to hold your favourite fictional worlds <3

[bookie-bookdust]

I feel like now is a good time to extend my love and appreciation to everyone out there creating mods for Hogwarts Legacy. It's already a game that we're starved for new material, and creating mods takes so much time, resources, frustrations, skill (and money!). And to then share them with whoever would like to use them for free is genuinely so incredible. Also those who create video edits and screenshots, etc and share them online - you guys are rockstars as well.

There is no wrong way to play this game, to create your MC, or write/draw stories and lore. If you want your MC to have five eyes, ten breasts, three arms, and can only use their wand with their left foot, that is completely okay. It's a game✨ that we all deeply love and are still here holding up, hoping one day there may be an update or a sequel.

To all those who create, you are appreciated! So keep going. Do what you love. Remember when you start to feel weird why you wanted to do this in the first place - the passion and excitement that HL was able to bring you.

Thanks for being here!!