#it took me the most time out of the entire thing

[beautifullilacsky]

oh honey. I have this feeling flowing through me, asking me to let it all out. Whatever it is that is in here. Could you tell me what is in here? I feel the need to put it on paper, but I don't know what to put on the paper. I hope the paper sees right through me and gently pulls it out of me.

I am happy to be in my childhood room, I truly am. I like my bed. But baby, ever since you've held me in it, it's not the same by myself. I crave feeling your arm wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to you. If I could hear any sound right now, it'd be your satisfied tiny sigh when you are comfortable. I want to feel it so close to me, letting me bathe into the same level of comfort.

It feels lonely without your "goodnight". I just really want to feel loved right now. Loved by you. I wish I'd feel wanted and craved the same way I do you. Are your feelings like mine? Sometimes I look down into the body of water that represents my feelings. Sometimes, the water seems to go so deep, I'm afraid to talk about it. I am afraid to overwhelm you with it. Maybe even more importantly, I am afraid your waters don't run that deep for me. This fear could be totally off; we just have different ways to show our love. I recognize mine, and I can feel my water get deeper and deeper at times, not even allowing one to see its deepest corners. I cannot see your water, though. I wish you took me there and showed me that it is just as deep as mine. I wonder if within there, lie the same wishes. I wonder if you also crave to hold my hand as we lay on the grass, watching the stars together. If you wish to listen to my voice as I talk, your head on my heart, allowing you to feel it beat and to hear my voice move through my upper body before leaving my mouth and finding you. If you also crave to learn about all of the tiny details about me; if you crave to know me on a level even deeper than my waters. If you wish to sit down in the dark together, and talk about topics that make you ponder, such as the reasons for being alive. The things that shaped you most in life, and your biggest wins. When you felt most proud of yourself, and if there was ever a time in which you wished you weren't born. I wonder if you want to trace your finger along every single centimeter of my entire body, exploring it. To feel the ground beneath your knees as you kneel down in front of me, feeling my hands cup and caress your sweet face. To lovingly stare at you in awe as we make love, admiring every inch of you. Do you also miss our deep talks? Our late night conversations?

Anyway. I guess that's what the paper pulled out of my filled mind. It is now late. I do not wish to keep you awake while you need to work early tomorrow, but still I wish for you. I wish for a moment in which you whisper me the same words, "we have all the time in the world". A little space for just us, where the passing of time doesn't matter.

[mickyschumacher]

[RED STRING!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: spending valentine's day alone, franco thinks he fallen in love at first sight. the only problem? the connection between you too is tied with an invisible string.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, poor humour, coffee shop trope!, kind of a you belong with me vibe with the whole writing thing, lot's and lot's of yapping, very subtle red string/invisible string vibes – more fate vibes ig , technically not strangers to lovers but it is what it is, franco and reader are just the most adorable and talkative people ever, and last but not least, google translated spanish cus why not

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: franco colapinto x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.6k

𝐀/𝐍: the second fic of my series! not going to lie, this didn't turn out the way i wanted it to turn out. esp since it's technically my first franco fic but i had to pull through. maybe i'll edit this someday (or make a pt 2). 🤷🏽‍♀️ // as usual, poorly proofreaddddd

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Franco looked around him at his local coffee shop, suppressing the urge to look disgusted. It was Valentine’s Day and his favourite spot was littered with people in relationships. The ‘public display’ in PDA was truly well and alive.  

Franco, of course, as every year before this one, was spending Valentine’s alone. He wasn’t sure what it was. But none of his relationships lasted till then nor did they start around the holiday. It must’ve been some sort of curse. Because everyone else around him was happily all mushy and in love.  

Still, coffee was much needed. Especially on a day like this.   

Franco took a step forward, ordering his usual. While he preferred to have a cup of mate with someone he cherished, all the people close to him were out today. Leaving him all alone with his caffeine addiction.  

A server of the coffee shop cleared his throat, capturing Franco’s attention. “Señor, esa señora de ahí olvidó sus llaves y su café. ¿Le importaría dárselo mientras espera? Estamos un poco cortos de personal en este momento.” Sir, that lady over there forgot her keys and her coffee. Do you mind giving it to her while you wait? We are a little short-staffed right now. 

Franco nodded and smiled. “Sure. No problem.”  

He turned around with the cup of coffee and keys, trying to spot you and boy, did he. Franco almost stumbled into the person next to him. The world was slowing down for him as you played with a small child at a table.  

Franco watched quietly and carefully. He watched your hair fall around your face softly while you pulled faces with the kid, making him laugh. He could tell the kid was technically third-wheeling his parents. The child was probably feeling bored as hell.  

And then there you were. Playing with the kid, pretending to do some God-awful magic, and cracking jokes that would only ever make a child laugh.  

Franco could’ve sworn you were the most beautiful pattern of beauty he had ever seen. Your eyes sparkled as though they held the entire world in them. Your smile... a social service healing those around you, he was sure of it. Your laugh he only needed to hear once and it would play forever in head.  

He watched you bid the child goodbye, waving to the very last second. Franco couldn’t help but smile to himself as you took a seat and waited presumably for your coffee.  

He blinked, free hand searching his pockets. No marker. He turned to the cash register, spotting an idle marker pen. Smoothly, he picked up the marker and began writing on the outside of your cup as he held the lid of the marker in his mouth.  

Finishing his artwork, Franco stared at the cup and then you. If there was a God out there, now was the time to prove it to him.  

Franco took in a deep breath, pocketing the marker, and began walking over to your table. Gently, he placed down your cup of coffee and keys. “Sorry to startle you. But you forgot your keys over there with your coffee,” he murmured.  

You flickered your eyes up to him and this time Franco was a hundred percent sure – it was love at first sight.  

“Thank you,” you smiled softly, “Sorry for the hassle.” 

Franco shook his head. “Really, it’s no problem.” 

He could only pray that you had some sort of interest in him as he walked away to receive his own coffee.  

Please look at the cup, please look at the cup, please look at the cup– 

You peered at your cup, spotting all the extra ink written over it. A small smile formed as you read the writing.  

“If this coffee was as good as your smile, it’d be the best cup in town. Want to go out on a date sometime?” 

You looked up, meeting Franco’s blue eyes as he smiled, holding up his coffee as a kind gesture. Laughing softly, you mouthed, “When?” 

Franco furrowed his brows. “When what?” He mouthed back, raising his hands with a small shrug.  

You turned your cup to face him, finger tapping the word date. You raised your brows, jutting your chin to your coffee.  

Franco suppressed his wide smile, trying to maintain his composure. He opened his mouth and this time sound fell out. “How about now?” 

The corners of your mouth teetered up, begging to break into a smile. “Now?” You asked and he nodded, chest rising with hope.  

You stood up from your table, shoving your house keys in your pocket. Raising your hand, you beckoned for him to follow you as you walked out of the coffee shop. The loudness of Valentine’s moved from the store and into the streets. Balloons wavered off the streets, red and pink glittered every window of every retail outlet, and lovers were found per every inch of pavement.  

Franco walked alongside you, stretching out his hand. “Officially... I’m Franco.” 

You looked at his hand and then back at him. Grinning, you went to shake his hand only to pull back at the static shock flowing through your hands. You widened your eyes. “Sparks and all, huh Franco?” You teased, shaking his hand fully the time as you introduced yourself.  

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he commented, making your cheeks flush. 

“Please, I bet you say that to all the girls you give coffee cups to,” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink.  

Franco took in a deep breath. “Well to be honest, I’ve never asked anyone out like that before.” 

You mulled over his words. “Hmm... well, if I’m also being honest, I’ve never accepted anyone’s date like that before either. Or anyone’s for that matter.” 

Franco paused in the street, making you widen your eyes. He blinked at you blankly, seriousness clouding his eyes as he processed the new information. “No one’s asked you out on a date before?” 

You shook your head meekly, tilting your head in confusion as his mouth fell open. “I am witnessing a crime... I am witnessing a crime,” he muttered to himself. 

This was ludicrous. How had no one ever asked you out before? Franco wasn’t sure about an Almighty but he was sure that if one did exist, God carved you specifically and sent you down here on Earth to put everyone to shame.  

“I honestly can’t tell if I should be happy or sad hearing this,” Franco stated, walking back to you with a small frown. “Didn’t you have any crushes growing up?” 

Your walk down the street resumed. “A few. But I never asked them out. And neither did they.” 

Franco was beginning to wonder if he should just rip his ears. “But why not? Anyone would be lucky to be even in the same room as you let alone ask you out.” 

You smiled at Franco’s seriousness. “Thank you,” you laughed, “I guess I was scared of rejection? I don’t know... I always thought it was just a silly crush, so... and besides, I’m not really good at talking to people.” 

Franco furrowed his brows as you both turned a corner. What on earth were you talking about? “But you’re talking to me just fine. And that kid in the coffee shop? He seemed pretty happy to talk to you.” 

You hummed, taking another sip of your coffee. “Kids are easy to placate. Not easy to talk too. And as for you... I don’t know. Something about you makes it easy to do so.” 

Franco reminded himself to breathe. He knew what you meant. It felt like he had known you for a while. “Where did you grow up?” 

“Here in Pilar,” you commented. “And then I moved when I turned seven.” 

Franco’s mouth fell open while his eyes widened. “Me too! Well, not the moving part. But I was born here in Pilar too!” 

A quiet laugh escaped your mouth. “Small world, huh?” 

He nodded as a strange tingle crawled up his back. “Yeah... something like that,” he smiled, supressing his confusion. He couldn’t really explain it. But it felt like there was something beyond you being born in the place as him. As though it wasn’t just a coincidence but something fateful.  

Franco shook his head, breaking his trance upon seeing the familiar sight of his local reserve. “Oh hey, you brought us to my favourite walk!” He cheered, immediately beaming at the sight.  

You blinked at the sight of his smile.  

So pretty...  

It was strange. What was this warm feeling in your chest? So familiar and yet so new. 

“Your favourite walk?” You asked after clearing your throat. “This is my favourite walk.” 

Franco raised his brows, surprised. “Is that so?” 

“Yep,” you stated, “I used to walk it all the time before I moved. I’m happy it didn’t change much when I came back. Especially that small bridge over the river. I love that one. I used to feed the ducks over there.” 

It was just before you had moved. You came to this walk almost every day with your mother as a six-year-old, with a bag of peas, seeds, and lettuce in your small hands. With all the excitement in the world, you would rush over to the bridge, finding a small group of ducks waiting for you. And then you’d spend the next thirty minutes tirelessly waving your hands with the food you had brought for them.  

Although... now that you were going down memory lane, you were pretty sure you had a friend you did it with. You couldn’t really remember who it was though.  

“You want to go to the bridge then?” Franco queried, breaking your trance.  

You smiled and nodded. “Sure.” 

By the time you arrived to the bridge, you had finished your coffees, putting them in a nearby bin. In that time, you had both enjoyed reminiscing small parts of the walk such as the seasonal flowers, the lopsided fencepost that never seemed to get fixed even as a child, and the bird fountain that ever seemed to get quite the attention from birds as it did kids. 

It was astonishing how many things you both remembered, although you supposed Franco had been here far longer than you have.  

“Here we are!” Franco cheered, waving his hands to welcome you the bridge.  

You laughed softly at the kids nearby who seemed to be slightly startled by Franco’s loudness.  

Franco watched you smile widely, taking in the bridge once again while you walked around. It was like you were trying to commit it to memory. Or as though you were trying to place a memory over it. Whatever it was... you looked beautiful. You weren’t just placed on this earth but the earth was made for you.  

“Does it look the same?” Franco queried, walking next to you as you both leaned over the bridge, watching river water trickle down a multitude of rocks.  

“Basically,” you affirmed, eyeing the tall grass surrounding the river’s edges. “It’s grown. But so have I.” 

Franco nodded slowly. He understood what you meant. In a sense nothing had changed. The river grew with the time, changing its landscape. For you, coming back to Pilar after so long, you had also grown. Coming back here was both jarring yet nostalgic.  

Franco let out a small exhale. “Did you come here every day when you were younger?” 

You grinned. “I practically lived here. I’d come with some food and there was this kid–” 

A yelp fell from your lips as the children nearby rushed past you, yelling “Ducklings!” 

The world began to tilt with your balance, leaving you attempting to grapple the air. Out of your peripheral, you could see Franco’s eyes widen, hands instantly reaching out to grab you.  

And just like that, the world was still. 

Your chest heaved with shock as you met Franco’s blue eyes, speechless. You think he asked you if you were okay but all you could think about was his hands on your waist. All you managed to do was nod.  

Franco slowly reeled you back up, eyes fixated on the familiar pendant hanging from your neck that had escaped from your small fall.  

“What’s wrong...” You trailed off, throat closing as Franco’s finger trailed the chain of your necklace, landing on the pendant.  

Wordlessly, his hand went to his neck, taking out another necklace. But not just any ordinary necklace. The same replica as your own.  

You furrowed your brows as realisation hit you. “We know each other.” 

Franco blinked in disbelief. “You’re... You’re the girl who used to live three houses down from me!” 

“And you’re the boy who fed ducks with me!” You retorted, mouth agape. 

Talk about a small world... 

You and Franco stayed silent for couple of seconds, trying process what you were just learning. What were the odds of you and Franco had known each other before he wrote on your coffee cup this morning? Probably higher than zero but it was weird that it had happened. 

You looked back at Franco when you heard him laugh. Raising a brow, you questioned why he was so joyful all of a sudden.  

“I knew things were beginning to get a bit too familiar,” he admitted, shaking his head with a small smile. 

You tilted your head, confusion pouring onto your face. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean,” Franco let out a small exhale, “Well I didn’t think about it too much when you said you moved. It was just strange. But then you brought us here. And then there were the ducks. And the way you looked at the place... and then the necklace.” 

A chuckle made its way past your lips. You remembered. “The one we begged our moms to buy on your birthday.” 

You smiled softly as a comfortable silence settled between the both of you. Looking at Franco briefly, you couldn’t help but think that meeting today at that coffee shop and forgetting your keys was fate. Who could’ve thought it would lead to series of coincidences such as your natural urge to bring him to this place.  

In some other strange way, your mind knew. You just had yet to piece together the puzzle.  

“You know what’s so funny though?” Franco queried, turning to face you.  

“What?” You asked. 

Franco grinned. “It’s so weird that we met today. On Valentine’s Day... because I asked you out on a date. I just remember having the biggest crush on you as kids. And now...” 

Your cheeks burned at his words. You remembered young Franco quite well. He was always so talkative, just as he was now. But around you, he seemed to forget how to speak. He’d just listen as you talked on and on.  

Right now, it seemed as those roles were reversed.  

“And now?” You queried, fingers tightening on the bridge’s railing.  

Franco stared at you for what felt like the longest second and took out the marker in his pocket. With his hand as his blank canvas, the marker began gliding on his skin. 

You waited for him, unsure of what to expect. You didn’t even really know what you wanted Franco to say. All you wanted to hear was that he wanted the same thing as you. Something more.  

Franco cleared his throat capturing his attention. A nervous smile washed over his face, clearly reaching his eyes. Slowly he turned his hand towards you, ink splotched all over it.  

“And now I wonder whether I can ask for a second date?”  

An almost relieved sigh fell from your lips, turning into a small quiet laugh. Reaching over, you grabbed the marker from him and began writing on your own hand.  

You smiled, showing your hand to him.  

“Of course! :)" 

Franco couldn’t help but grin. It was stupid but he loved it.  

It was just another thing he could now remember you by.  

Another thing that tied him to you. 

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 

[stollengoods]

You’re Playing My Game Now

Sub Thanos x Fem! Reader

REQ. Thanos Smut

Warnings: Cursing & Smut

Summary: Your boyfriend is such a needy partner, which results in him always wanting quickies. You usually don’t mind but one day you’ve had enough and force your boyfriend to keep his hands to himself while you take control.

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Once you locked the stall door behind you Thanos instantly pulled you into a heated kiss. His hands touched every inch of your body that he could while his entire body pressed you up against the bathroom stall door.

You were a little annoyed because your boyfriend was always so needy and wanted quickies. You didn’t mind most of the time but sometimes you wish he took things slow with you, especially when it comes to making love.

He sloppily left a trail of kisses down your neck and you had enough. You firmly pushed Thanos away from you making him stumble back. He blinked his eyes rapidly shaking his head.

“Babe, c’mon can you slow down ?”

He stepped closer to you, his hands slipping under your shirt and resting on your hips. “I’m sorry baby, but…” He looked into your eyes, “I need it. So badly.” He whined, pressing his body against yours. You felt the outline of his hard on press up against leg and let out a shaky breathe.

“Me too, baby.” You interlocked your hands behind his neck, “But can we try taking it slower ?”

He nodded his head, his hands gripping the sides of your waist harder. “I’m just not sure how…” He whispered, a bit embarrassed.

You gave him a smile of reassurance, “Let me take the lead.”

You grabbed his wrists pulling them away from you, “First, no touching.”

You let go of him, using the palm of your hand to push his chest back until his back was against the wall. You kneeled down in front of him, taking his pants down with you. You felt him through his underwear and he threw his head back his mouth agape.

“Fuck baby your always so needy and I’ve barely touched you.” You cooed, hooking your fingers in the band of his underwear before pulling them down as well.

Your hands trailed up his thighs, your face only a few inches from his cock. “Please.” He whimpered, feeling your hot breathe on his dick.

You gripped his cock and he sucked in a breath. You then lifted it out of the way to wrap your lips around his balls and began sucking. His hips stuttered forward in surprise and one of his hands went to your head instantly.

He tugged on your hair and you quickly pulled away, his head snapped down to you. “Why’d you stop ?”

You sat on the heels of your feet as you peered up at him, strands of hair covering your face. “I said no touching.”

He quickly nodded his head, removing his hand from you and watched as you gripped his dick taking him into your mouth.

You tasted pre-cum and looked up to see his hand almost reach for your head again but made a fist instead and bit his knuckles trying to suppress his moans.

You reached a hand up, fondling his balls and he lost it. His hips thrusting up pathetically as he flattened his hands against the wall beside him.

“Hey baby…” He breathed. “Baby… baby… please- l-listen to me…”

You came off of him with a pop and stood up, stoking him with your hand, “What’s up baby ?”

He looked at you through half lidded eyes, “It’s killing me not to touch you a-and I really want to be inside you baby, please.”

You tilted your head to the side, “Hmmm, I don’t know…”

He leaned in to kiss you and you allowed him to, his hand snaked down underneath your pants and underwear. You gasped as his fingers circled your clit with your juices. You moaned into the kiss, cupping his face with your hands, not realizing how wet you got from pleasing your boyfriend.

You were about to pull away from him until he inserted two fingers into you. Your eyes rolled back and he took this opportunity to flip you guys, now your back against the bathroom wall. Your breathing quickened as you placed a hand on his shoulder to keep your balance.

You hadn’t realized his other hand was on your boob until he pinched your nipple. You clenched around his fingers and he sped up his pace.

“I-I’m close.” You spoke shakily.

He removed his fingers and you whimpered. He spun you around and yanked down your pants along with your underwear.

He slid his dick along your slit collecting your juices, pumping himself a few times, he used your arousal as lube before sliding himself into you.

“Oh god…” he groaned into your ear, “Finally.”

Your legs shook from the way he stretched you out, he wasn’t the longest but his width made up for it. Your hands along with the side of your face were pressed up against the bathroom wall.

You let him take full control now, his hands gripping your sides helping you meet up with his thrusts. Your lower back was getting sore from the position but the pleasure out did the pain so you didn’t care.

For the first time since you guys have been together, you came before him. Thanos’s head was now in the crook of your neck, feeling you uncontrollably clench around his cock.

“Oh fuck- did you just cum ?”

All you could do was nod your head meekly as he continued to thrust into you. Surprisingly you felt yourself clenching around him again and he bit your shoulder as his warm cum filled you up.

Your eyes glazed over as one of his fingers reached around your waist to play with your clit.

“Oh my- fucking hell-“ you moaned out, moving yourself on him.

His lips trailed kisses up your neck stopping by your ear, “C’mon baby, cum for me again.”

The pace on your clit quickened and so did your movements on his cock. You loved the filling of his cum being rammed into you, filling you up and then dripping out of you.

You came undone a few moments later and Thanos pulled out of you. A mix of his cum and your juices forming a small puddle on the floor. He pulled up his pants and underwear before turning you around and you following suit.

You instantly attached your lips to his, pushing him back until his back was against the other wall. His hands rested on your hips as you hungrily made out with him. You’ve never felt this needy for your boyfriend before and it made him chuckle.

“Look who’s the needy one now.” He smirked.

You’ve never came two times in a row, you’ve heard that woman can have multiple orgasms but never believed it until now. You’d think that after cumming twice you would be satisfied but it was like eating a bag of chips; once you started you couldn’t stop, you needed more.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You whispered.

His eyes were filled with amusement, sure you’ve begged him to fuck you before but never like this. “Babe… I-I need some time.” He chuckled as you tried to stroke him through his pants again, but he wasn’t getting hard.

“Shit.” You whispered in frustration, you forgot that men weren’t like women. They can’t have multiple orgasms in a row which was fine before but now caused you vexation.

He flipped you guys, having your back against the wall now. “But I can satisfy you in other ways.” He kneeled down in front of you, removing your pants and underwear. You threw your head back with the biggest smile on your face as he began to eat you out.

[alphajocklover]

So I’m at my best friend’s house and something weird happened. He just told me how much he knew I love muscular guys with strong facial hair and said he had a really early birthday gift. He took a selfie then took a picture of me and now, I feel all weird and foggy in my head. I think I can see his big fat…dick through his briefs. I rubbed my face and, do I have mutton chops growing in? I just, please help me I’m not sure what’s going on, I don’t think I like it

First off, I’d like to wish you a happy early birthday! Turning 22 isn’t the most exciting thing ever, certainly not as fun as turning 21, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it! And before you correct me and say that it's not your actual birthday yet, or that’s you’re not turning 22, let me just say this: give it a moment.

You feel that tingling across your body? The strange sensation that’s like a sunburn that somehow underneath got underneath your skin, or static electricity dancing across your muscles. That’s the app your friend downloaded doing its job. I’ve talked before about InstaJock, the app that turns people who use it into a jock, and how there seem to be people making knockoffs of it as well, but as the app has grown in popularity, some of the knockoffs have gained traction too. I’d even venture to call a few of them legitimate competitors. Most have done so by finding a gimmick and carving themselves out a place in the digital tf world. Fratbook, for example, is an app that works a lot like this InstaJock, except every more of a frat boy lean. SnapBack does internet fuckboys, Redsky does conservative men, etcetera. There are even some more far out ones, like Polygraph, which is kind of like Twitter (or X or whatever) except everything you post becomes true. But I’m getting way off track, we should get back to you.

I can’t be entirely sure what app your friend used on you, but I doubt the specifics matter anymore. By this point the burning in your muscles and the itch of hair growing across your face and body is unbearable, but it doesn’t remotely compare to the dull warmth that's spread through your head. You said that you didn’t think you liked the change at first, but right now it’s hard to think at all, especially with your friend's fat dick swinging in your face. You weren’t sure when he took out his cock, or when you got on your knees, but as the heat in your muscles calmed to a dull throb, and your new thick black hair has settled across your body, you find yourself just going with the flow. Why wouldn’t you bro? Everything just feels so fucking good!

Now I have good news, better news, and even better news! The good news is that whatever your friend has done is probably temporary. It was a gift after all, and he also transformed himself, so you’re probably both going to just enjoy being hairy hunks for a while. The better news is that you probably have a boyfriend now, if that's what you want. Your friend probably knew you would hook up, and this might have been your way of seeing if you’re also into him, while living out his fantasy. The better news is that, if you want, it doesn’t have to be temporary. Once you’ve turned back to normal, and you and your ‘best friend’ have had a little talk, reach out. If you guys want to spend more time in your dumb, beefy, hair forms, I might be able to help. ---------- Hey guys! So, I know most people skip over the little out of character updates I sometimes put at the bottom of my stories, but I'm hoping you guys take a second to look at this one because I have a bit of an announcement. I realized yesterday that on February 17th, in just five days, this blog will be a year old! I know I'm only just getting back into doing this, but I'm so proud that I've actually stuck with this for a full year! So I want to celebrate! So, I'm going to be temporarily reopening my ask for...

An Alphaversary QNA!

What makes this QNA special is that you won't just be asking me questions. You can ask a question to me, my character, or any of the characters I've written about in any of my stories! The answers will probably be shorter than my usual work, but will give you guys the chance to ask about anything thats confused you, dig deeper into the world building, or even check up on a character or concept that you're curious about. This will go until February 24th, the day I posted my first original story! Don't be afraid to ask away! Thanks for coming on this journey with me you guys! I can't wait for another badass year!

[comflexxed]

june had never really been afraid of words. he had always known how to wield them, to turn them into something meaningful, something tangible. but as he stood before hans, watching the way the sunlight caught the tears that welled in his husband’s eyes, listening to the promises spoken with unwavering devotion, june found himself struggling to breathe around the sheer weight of his love.

hans had always been careful with his emotions, but today, they spilled freely between them, as if his heart could no longer contain them all. and june felt them in every breath, every look, every tear-stained word.

for a long moment, he could only stare, taking hans in, memorizing him as he was in this moment — his voice shaking, his lips curling into a smile even as his eyes glistened, his entire being radiating love.

it was overwhelming, and yet, it was the easiest thing in the world.

he swallowed against the lump in his throat, fingers tightening ever so slightly around hans’s hands. his vows were tucked safely in his pocket, but he didn’t reach for them — not yet. instead, he took a breath, and then, with all the love he held in his chest, he began to speak. “hans,” he said, voice soft, balanced despite the tears threatening to form, “i think i’ve been waiting my whole life for you.” he could feel his pulse in his fingertips, where their hands met, in the way his heart beat out a rhythm only hans could ever understand.

i didn’t always know what love was supposed to feel like. i didn’t understand why people made promises they couldn’t keep, why they spoke of love as if it was something fleeting, something that could disappear when the seasons changed. but then i met you. and suddenly, love wasn’t some distant, unattainable thing. it wasn’t a word without meaning. love was you. love was in the way you looked at me like i was something worth holding on to. it was in the way you reached for my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. it was in every quiet moment, every whispered word, every dream we’ve shared together. love wasn’t a feeling. it was a person. it was you.

he exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing over the back of hans’s hand, grounding himself in his touch.

i have loved you in so many ways, hans. in the way i watch you tend to the flowers, as if your hands were made to bring things to life. in the way you hold our little family together with so much care, so much patience, as if you were always meant to. in the way you stand beside me, even when i’m too stubborn to ask. and i will love you in all the ways i have yet to. in the quiet mornings, when the world is still waking up. in the moments of uncertainty, when you need someone to remind you of who you are. in the years to come, as we grow old together, as our hands wrinkle but still find each other in the dark. so today, i vow to you what my heart has already promised a thousand times before. i vow to always stand beside you, even when the path ahead is unclear. i vow to be your home, your safety, your constant, just as you are mine. i vow to keep growing with you, to keep learning with you, to keep loving you in every way that i can. and above all, i vow to choose you — over and over, in this life and in the next, in every lifetime we are given. because you are my love, my light, my forever. and i will always be yours.

june let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his vision blurred now with the weight of his own tears. and then he smiled, just for hans, just for this moment.

the ceremony hadn’t started, but as hans looked into june’s eyes, it was like they were having a ceremony of their own. there in that quiet moment shared between the two of them, they had already spoken their love, bound their souls together, and became inseparable before they could even reach the dais. 

his smile was that of assurance, with no trace of worry for what could go wrong—just that calmness within him that told him june’s presence was all he needed. “let’s go get married,” he echoed, and finally, his feet moved. 

their walk to the dais felt like a glide to the ocean, the sand beneath them shaping around each footfall, immortalizing the steps they took to get to the altar. seagulls sang with the gentle waves for their procession music, and jinx and scooter trailed behind, not quite cognizant but joining in the solemn moment. hans never let go of june’s hand—the hand that always kept him steady. the hand that he would soon adorn with their wedding band.

as they reached their destination, the flowers welcoming them with the sweet scent of life they had started for themselves, hans turned to face june with a deep inhale. “this is it,” he whispered, lifting his hand to cup june’s cheek as the first tear fell from his eyes. he chuckled, knowing he’d be the first to cry on this day, but still being surprised at how such happiness could overflow so quickly. 

he brought his hand down only so he could reach for the piece of paper he had been carrying with him everywhere, his vows scribbled in neat handwriting but with tear marks all over. he smiled at june, a gentle smile, and he took a deep breath before reading through his vows. 

they say souls wander the earth after we pass, waiting to be reborn into our new life. my darling june, i think my soul did not do a lot of wandering. i think it always knew where it wanted to be reborn and went straight for it—because it is wherever you would be born in, so that we can be together again as two pieces of the same soul.  i have always thought that there was nothing waiting for me in this life, until you came along and taught me what living was like--what truly being alive felt like. it was not going through the motions of waking up and sleeping; it was experiencing all the joys, all the pain, all the love that made our hearts grow fonder of each other. you taught me how beautiful the world could be, even if we had so little. you taught me that nightmares made appreciating good dreams possible. and you, my love, you showed me that life could always grow where there is someone to nurture it.  you always saw my decisiveness as a good thing. you always saw my daydreaming as a foundation for our reality. you always made me feel strong when i thought i was helpless. and today, i vow to continue to dream with you about the life we will have, and to turn it into reality day by day. i vow to be a strong foundation when it’s your turn to feel weak. i vow to never waver, to always turn to you, my best friend and protector, to be my guiding light. and in turn, be yours.  i vow to be with you in this life and the next, and to always fill your days with adventure, love, and support. i will always see you in every little plant we grow, in every wave that crashes to the shore, in every ray of sunshine hiding behind the clouds. you are the other half of me, and i vow to never leave your side now and forever. 

hans’ eyes were misty with tears as he finished, his hand still shaking as he returned the piece of paper in his pockets. all he could see was june, and as it always will be, he was the only one that mattered. 

[trinityobsessesovatings]

DOMESTICITY~! {ARCANE HEADCANONS}

ARCANE CHARACTERS IN A DOMESTIC SETTING!

characters included; Caitlyn, Vi, and Mel

WARNINGS: me being a slut for domestic shit, lowercase, cursing, maybe miniscule punctuation usage, slightly suggestive (?), slight angst at some parts (?), LONG AF, and me just gushing for domesticity

hello! hello! i’ve been gone for a WHILE, i for the longest time have been wanting to write but two of my buttons on my laptop keyboard had broke 🥲 BUT i finally got my bluetooth keyboard came in and now i'm back!!! might be very long because i’m weak for these kinds of concepts! some might be longer than others. 

WOW WOW WOW WOW this one is a bit A LOT longer than my last one!

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!: for those who don’t know all of my writings, if a “reader” is involved they are most definitely female/have female anatomy! 💛

enjoy! 🥰

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caitlyn

LOVES HER LITTLE FAMILY DOWN!!

in the sheriff position

so she’s VERY BUSY but will always try and make time for her little family 🥰

DEFINITELY has twins!!

a boy and girl set to be more specific

her girl is definitely named cassandra in honor of her mother

i think her son would be named something fancy as well; callum? caspian? shit maybe even charlie! 🤷🏾‍♀️

i very much headcanon that the reproductive health care and science is VERY advanced in arcane universe

advanced hexstrap 🥴

so your kids are literally half of you and half of her

DOES NOT BELIEVE IN PUTTING YOUR CHILD IN FRONT OF A TABLET

that and it drives her crazy hearing ms. rachel repeatedly (speaking from someone who has a younger cousin who crashes tf out if ms. rachel is off) 

she tried it for a little bit after getting the suggestion from both vi and jayce

but it's a definite NO in her book

NEOW it’s not like she won’t ever let her kids use the tablet to watch kids channels and videos

she DOES they just have schedule and SHE IS AN ACTUAL PARENT WHO MONITORS ELECTRONIC TIME

her kids WILL not be exposed to shit they aren’t ready for

some of her favorite moments with her family is the days she's off work and she lets the twins help her with baking sweets

kids are covered in flour

giggles galore

you’re watching on with a fond smile

everyone helping decorate the sweet treats

just domestic bliss out the ass

now for some serious stuff…

y'all know how I said her daughter would be named cassandra…

YUH in the beginning she DEFINITELY had a problem with ✨favoritism✨ 

caspian (we gonna go ahead and name baby boy caspian) was for sure feeling left out at times a bit of a velcro baby with you because of it

you confront cait about and she genuinely didn't know she was doing it

fixed that shit real quick it took a bit of time rebuild caspian’s trust but after a little while and a lot of work everyone like this🤞🏾fr

I would say caitlyn is authoritative parent honestly

just the right amount of nurturing, responsive, and supportive but she knows where to draw the line and set them boundaries

like yeah she wants her kids to have structure… but she also wants them to have independence

VERY COMFORTABLE IN SAYING “No”

is a supporter of having kids sit at the table and write "I will ___" "I won't do ___" 100x and if she's really mad front and back TWICE

PLEASE TELL Y'ALL KNOW WHAT PUNISHMENT I'M TALKING ABOUT 😭

also very open to hearing her kids side of things

but you know… she has clear rules and expectations for her twins

vi

now would y’all hate me for saying after years of being a reasonable crash out… she would prefer to be a stay at home mom 🫣

like i can’t get out of my head how i just want this girl happy and thriving

SO FOR ME JINX AINT DEAD!!! WHYYYYY BECAUSE THIS IS MY WORK! NOW!

i feel vi would have boys for sure, triples specifically; khai (oldest), elio (middle), and ballar (youngest) ALL IDENTICAL TOO

not even gonna front with y'all… deadass would have trouble telling her boys apart at times

vi would be in the middle of lecturing who she thinks is elio but the entire time she's been lecturing poor khai who’s been minding his business the whole

elio is off to the side confused because vi keeps calling his brother…him??

khai is looking at vi like she’s insane and has lost her mine orange slice frozen in air as he was snacking on his fruit

then ballar who is so used to vi calling them the wrong names is like: “mama, that’s khai.” 😕

it was even worse when you insisted on dressing the three of them up in identical outfits for the first few months of their lives

she had to put a stop to that because really thought she was going insane

would also lowkey feel like she’s a bad parent because she couldn’t tell the difference between her boys

literally in awe with how you’re able to tell them apart

as they got older though and started developing their own personalities and styles it became a lot easier

a big believer in ms. rachel… LOVES MS. RACHEL DOWN

ms. rachel is her girl ON JANNA SHE IS

when she's behind on chores, sits her boys in the playpen in front of the tv and turns on ms. rachel to get housework done

some of her favorite moments is cooking and having dinner with her family 

isha and jinx are invited OF COURSE

i headcanon vi as a damn good cook SHE CAN’T BAKE but she can cook

teaching her kids how to chop veggies with those child friendly knife that can actually cut food but won’t injure the child

teaching her kids recipes

i have this small little headcanon that vi writes down recipes so she can hand them down to her children 🥹

now for some serious stuff…

now we know our girl vi is a retired crashout so she has a temper

NOW I'M NOT SAYING SHES LAYING HANDS ON HER KIDS❗❗

but there are moments where she hits them with classic;

“because i said so!”

“i’m the adult and you’re the child!”

or plain out just yelling out of frustration and anger

she always feels EXTREMELY guilty afterwards 

but after sitting down with her and talking with her she always comes back and doing so much better with controlling her emotions

when the triples were babies she was FOR SURE had an attachment style of parenting;

the boys sleeping in cots in that same room as you guys

always having them near her

skin to skin bonding as soon as they were born

as soon as SIDs aren't an issue the boys are in the bed with you until you have to tell her “hey they need to be in their own rooms now.”

as the kids get older develops more of a positive parenting style

very caring supportive and sensitive with her kids

like instead of focusing on the negative her kids do she focuses on the positive of what her kids do

for example; y’all remember when powder lost all of their loot in the first episode and instead of being mad she went “all that matters is that you’re okay.”

yeah like that

sets boundaries with her kids that supports their interests

does all she can to avoid punishment which in turn lowkey makes you the bad guy

but if need be she will take things away, give time outs, and worst of all grounding

cries in your arms after she has to ground the triplets after they get into a fight with some other kids

she also encourages her kids to be curious, have empathy for others, and just for them to be children

mel

MEL IS A GOOD MAMA!

I SAID IT!

i also feel she would be more of a one and done

mel 100% gives birth to her little twin fr 😌🤞🏾

all the good genes from her SHOVED INTO THAT LITTLE ANGEL SHE GIVES BIRTH TO

im talking gold freckles, eye color, perfect hair and all

DID YOU 🫵🏾 EVEN TRY!!!???

chile anyway

she’s still apart of the council y’all… but trust if need be… she pulling up with caitlyn for another 2v1 😈

has a little girl that she treats and dotes on

that’s her little princess

her little aurelia (which means golden child/golden one) 

takes her to work with her sometimes

definitely has one of those cute cozy baby carriers on and her baby always with her

isn’t really fond of sitting her child in front of a tv but does vibe with gracie’s corner

but she would much prefer reading to her child or doing other activities to embrace her child’s imagination and creativity and knowledge

her little princess is always dressed in the finest fashion and wearing name brand clothes

you lowkey don’t get it because… aurelia isn’t even gonna be able to fit those clothes in couple months

she tells you respectfully mind your business and shut your mouth 😌

“yes ma’am”

happy wife, happy life 🫡

mel’s favorite thing to do with her family… FAMILY SELF CARE DAYS

i'm talking waking up early because y’all got appointments all throughout the day!

first thing y’all waking up and taking off cold sleep masks

a nice breakfast out at y’all favorite cute breakfast spot

now y’all gotta go to your early nails appointments

right after that the nice calm family spa

after that you guys gotta head to your hair appointments

then y’all end the day with a nice dinner out 

serious tings neow!!!

now y’all know how i’ve been saying mel calls aurelia ‘“her little princess”

she lets her get away with EVERYTHING and ANYTHING

i feel it would come from her not wanting to have too many high expectations on aurelia like her mother had on her

and that leads to MASSIVE spoiling sprees 😬

it also leads to her stick up for her aurelia even when she is deadass in the wrong 🤦🏾‍♀️

it would get to a point where mel would get angry with you for giving aurelia any type of punishment

dare i say most the disagreements in your marriage came from you different views when it come to discipline for aurelia

like i’m talking arguments so bad y’all were sleeping in separate rooms 

which means FOR A LONG time she was a permissive parent

lowkey… she would be a mother-in-law from hell NO KIDDING

but back on her parenting type..

which is a mix of permissive/attachment and then when you guys had a serious talk

you informed her of trying to change her ways and she starting getting into more of a positive parenting style like vi

when it comes to mel’s attachment parenting;

constant skin to skin contact right after she was born

she walked around with aurelia in the baby carrier

had aurelia sleeping in the middle of both of you

constantly had her in her arms

aurelia finally had her own room at the age of 3

now mel’s permissive parenting;

mel is a really nurturing and emotionally responsive parent

but didn’t believe in punishing aurelia or putting her foot down with her

which ultimately lead to aurelia having poor self regulation skills

when sitting down with mel to talk with her about how you both were parenting very differently and not in a good way…

that didn’t exactly go well..

it lead to another serious fight because aurelia would act one way with mel and act completely different with you and no one else because she knew she could get away with pretty much anything with mommy mel 

the fight was so bad you stayed with your parents for a few days

so that meant mel was with aurelia 25/8

that’s when she started getting a glimpse of what everyone trying to tell her

because at some point in time keeping up that little princess facade for mel… aurelia would get tired of that and true colors show

after that you and mel sat down with one another and came to an agreement and the three of y'all went to family counseling 💛 

mel is starting to understand that she can parent her daughter without plain spoiling... but she did make a habit of it so it's something that she has to work on breaking

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hope you enjoyed! ○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - I'm treading water and so is BL

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2025 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) ep 12 end - I love this show so much.  So sweet. I adored it when Rak (FINALLY!) took the initiative! 

Conclusion

As pulps go this is right up there with my favorite if all time, My Ride, but for different less complex reasons. This is a relatively simple, old school, endearingly soft story of a fake relationship between a sunshine sweetie and an older reserved rich kid who slowly fall in love. Its soft gentle low-stakes leans into everything I personally love about Thai BL. It’s a warm fuzzy robe of a show. 9/10 

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - Thame is the poutyest of pouty babies. I love the ribbing that he got from his group the next morning (that wasn't). That said when we got a kiss it was a VERY GOOD kiss. This is a very me truly great show that I’m enjoying so much. 

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - I really can’t fault the chemistry with this pair. From kissing to making out they're awesome at ALL OF it. I like the twist (that there is not parallel world jsut the edge of insanity). It's delusional and sus and obsessive and very "seme who missed his meet cute with his uke" and is being forced by a narrative to fast forward. So 90s yaoi. Can Mame push this edge in the right way? Doubtful. But BossNoeul will make it fun for us to watch no matter how questionably messy it gets.

(Yes, there IS a "right way.")

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - fun penultimate episode.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 15 of 24 - It's fine. Even cute. I think I like PerthSanta better than ForceBook but I really want the next pair the most. 

Sangmin Dinneaw (Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - Enter my least favorite trope of all time, the amnesia trope. Also random doctor couple. This show is nothing if not erratic. 

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 3 or 10 - ugh

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 5 of 12 - Is this punishment for how good Cherry Magic Thailand was?

Gelboys (Weds iQIYI) ep 1 of 7 - it started but I didn't realize so I'll catch up next week.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

When it Rains it Pours (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - I adore them so much, these two sad desperate horny cheating boys. Lube! Argh. Please! The stark lack of affection in this show is about as dry and painful as the sex must have been. But, its all very tense and I kinda love it's minimalistic angst. 

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 8 of 12 - what a pity, just throwing away that cute color matched BDSM set. Ever 4 is SO CUTE when he smiles, but he would have been cuter smiling and holding that red bullwhip.

Heart Stain (Korea Weds IQIYI) eps 1-2 of 8 - I like it! It’s Korea doing its all-time favorite trope, the love triangle, but an interesting take. One boy is in love with his teacher but his best friend is in love with him. Let the drama commence.

Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds Viki) eps 5 of 9 - Such a great brother relationship! My goodness the courage on that kid. Also, they jumped into the sack fast, even for Taiwan.

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 1 - A new VBL that is actually quite fluffy and charming. It is extremely lightweight but I’m enjoying that aspect. I like Vietnamese comedy more than Thai, I think.

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 1 of 8 - From the same people sho did Seoul Blues. I like it but this studio isn't vested in HEA so I'm wary. 

FC Soldout (Korea Thurs iQIYI) eps 1-4 of 8 - Huh. Interesting. The premise is kinda fun, even if (you know me) I never like obsessed fans. Creeps me out. That said, everyone is surprisingly gay for a KBL - like gay GAY. I know that’s a weird thing for me to say in a BL, but Korea is usually awfully het about their BL.

Anygay, of course I already like the side couple best. The gruff team captain and the pretty idol with a sad past win. WIN WIN. Give me an entire show about them please.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 18 of 20 - (the end is in sight, but sheesh!) it was OK because mostly it was all the friends over at the house and doing stuff together. But still not a lot is happening.

It's airing but......

I Will Turn Back Time (China Gaga) 6 eps - It’s Chinese, no idea if it will end well or not. But it’s the stepbrothers trope. Still, I’m not gonna watch it until it’s done.

In Case You Missed it

End of year wraps are here!

2024 Trend Report

MY BEST & WORST BLs of 2024

Best Kisses (and sex scenes) of 2024

BL's 2024 Quirky Awards

2024 Awards - Quick Picks

Next Week Looks Like This:

Like last week we already in the middle, I promise I should be back on schedule soon. You'll get you calander image then.

2/14 Exclusive Love (Taiwan Gaga) trailer - Shy aspiring singer inherits funeral business.

2/14 The Last Time (Thailand WeTV) trailer - from 2024, not sure about this one, looks dark.

2/21 Bali Hai (Thailand ????) no MDL listing, only rumors, unsure on deets.

2/27 Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) - Stars Wei's Kim Jun Seo. Adapted by Cradle Studio (Kakao). About clever and resourceful Daon who has worked hard to overcome being poor. His cheap ways annoy his coworker, Sunghyeon but after “an incident” with his parents, Daon grows closer to him. But Daon also has feelings for his former tutor. This has the signs of a classic Kdrama all over it: Office setting, love triangle, lead suffering for his self-actualization. I’m optimistic about a longer treatment.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Such beautiful surrender (Your Sky).

Yeah all the build up for some great payout, thanks ThamePo.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[petew21-blog]

Siblings rivalry

Lyle was nervously grasping the wheel, side eyeing the man next to him while driving: „Could you, please, put some shirt on?”

“Why? Is it distracting you? It’s just a body, Lyle, and you’re not a faggot. Shouldn’t bother you. Am I right?” the shirtless man sitting on the passenger’s seat responded with a smirk and subtle disdain in his voice.

“Of course I’m not… It’s because of the sweat. The car is borrowed and I don’t want to clean it.” Lyle quickly responded and tried to change the subject

“The car is an old piece of shit. We’ll be lucky if we even make it to the beach in time.”

The engine started making weird noises and the car slowed down. “See, told you.”

Lyle stormed out of the car and screamed:”Can you shut the fuck up already?! I can’t take this anymore. I want my girlfriend back.”

“I didn’t choose this either. And I still am your girlfriend!”

Maybe I should explain a bit.

My girlfriend Nicole has a twin brother, Nicholas. Their family is one of the most weirdest ones you’ll ever meet in your entire life. And I had the pleasure, or maybe misfortune, to find out the hard way. They got their hands on some magical shrooms or something. Some made you see the future, some gave you a really great time and there were also ones that swapped your body. Trippy right? Yeah… Naturally the parents used it for orgies and other experimenting.

But occasionally they used it as a method of punishment. Nicole told me that she had to be her mum for two weeks last summer, just because she lied about her school results. I didn’t believe the whole swap thing until the parents found out that Nicholas and Nicole didn’t share the same morals about feminism and male value. Nicole was obviously a feminist, but she was belittling her brother. On the other hand, her brother didn’t even stop to consider how different a life is for a woman. The whole family had an argument about this and the parents decided to swap Nicole and Nicholas for the ENTIRE summer before university. Yep, insane.

Nicole responded to her body quite well to be honest. She was in a male body before, but never in her brother’s. Them being twins might have helped a bit. I have to say that Nicholas is an attractive male. He has a great physique, handsome face and generally is a great guy. We often joke together about women, watch football or play videogames together. But having my girlfriend in his body? Way different.

I caught her staring at herself many times. She seemed completely unphased, maybe even excited to be in male body now. Which can’t be said for me. Sex was obviously a no go. I didn’t even want to touch her without feeling like a fag. But I knew something bad was about to happen sooner or later. Maybe this would be a test for our relationship. Maybe it will uncover that I am a superficial asshole and that I love her only for her body.

She keeps staring at me sometimes and tried to even seduce me, but I just can’t like this. Not while she is in Nicholas’s body.

Which brings us back to the present, currently on the coast far from the beach party where we were supposed to be hours ago. Unfortunately I had to borrow my grandparent’s car and it just broke down. Nicole smiled after being right again and seeing me snap.

She had her shirt off and leaned against the hood of the car. “So what now Sherlock?”

Lyle: „I don’t know. We’re in the middle of nowhere. And the cur is busted.”

Nicole: ”Jesus, Lyle. Be a man and call Jake. He can at least come get us.”

Lyle nervously nodded and took out the phone. He went behind the car and waited for someone to answer. Meanwhile Nicole moved from the front and went to the back of the car, adjusting herself for Lyle.

Lyle finished the call and before he looked up he said: „They’re all drunk already, so Daniel is going to wait a bit before he’s sober and will come get us.”

Nicole: „Good. More time for us to have fun” Lyle looked up and saw Nicole in her shorts, slowly lowering them.

Lyle quickly turned around. “Jesus fuck, what are you doing? What if someone sees you?”

Nicole:”Who? You mean the nearest guy miles away from us? Yeah, right. I wanna get Nicholas a good tan for the summer. We agreed to treat each other’s body properly.”

Lyle knew Nicole had different intentions, but he wouldn’t succumb to her. He isn’t gay for fuck’s sake.

Nicole took the folding chair they had in their trunk and positioned herself in front of the car, enjoying the sun.

Nicole: „When was the last time that the two of us had some proper free time to just stop? Did we ever? Feels like the first time. Maybe we should use it properly.”

Lyle: „What are you suggesting?”

Nicole: „I think we should fuck. You haven’t touched me in weeks.”

Lyle: „Because you are a man now!!! And your brother, Jesus fuck.”

Nicole:”Cut the crap, Lyle. Do. You. Love. Me?”

Lyle:”… I… of course I love you.”

Nicole: „Do you love me for me, or my body?”

Lyle: „I… I love YOU.”

Nicole: „So come and prove it.” Her daring voice made Lyle feel uneasy. But he felt as if something was pulling him towards Nicole, towards Nicholas.

Nicole got up, uncovering her hairy manhood. This was the first time that Lyle looked at it. It wasn’t hard, but even now it was still pretty impressive. Nicole headed to the car, going past Lyle and whispering in his ear: „I haven’t sucked your dick in weeks. I need to have your dick as much as you want me.”

Lyle looked as Nicole laid down on the car seats, waiting for Lyle to make his move. Her dick was getting hard and getting bigger. Maybe even bigger than his own. Lyle couldn’t keep his eyes off of that thing.

Nicole spoke up: „Lyle, I need you. I need your dick!”

Lyle’s dick was hard as well. He felt himself throwing his clothes off as if he was just a passenger. He thought about Nicole giving him that great blow job of hers once again. He could see in his memory, his dick disappearing in her mouth.

He got close to Nicole, lowering himself on top of her, HIM. And was ready to push his dick closer to her, but he was so horny, that he didn’t even realize that he was now the one holding HER dick in his hands. Jerking it furiously. Lick it from top to base. Swallowing it fully. He didn’t even realize he didn’t have much trouble swallowing her cum. Even after SHE pushed HER dick in his ass, he didn’t find it that weird.

They laid on top of each other, breathing out loud, enjoying each other’s company, making out. Nicole gave Lyle a sign that she need to go out and piss. Lyle stayed in the car, still struck for what just happened. Nicole’s phone vibrated. Lyle thought that maybe someone was ready to pick them up, but instead it was Nicole’s friend Stacy texting her. The text said: „Hey, Stacy. Thanks again for swapping with me. I really needed to be fucked and not as a man, haha. Hope you’re enjoying it. Luv U”

Lyle:”What. The. Fuck?!”

[your-turn-to-role]

okay so i haven't watched the episode and honestly i don't think i'm going to, there's a lot i've heard about what's happened with vm that i really don't know how i feel about yet

but it's been a long time since the cast were playing c1, huh

like i don't blame them if they've forgotten or moved on from the themes of it, it was a decade ago and sometimes this stuff changes

but as far as the characters go, like. yeah, loving people and losing them was keyleth's worst fear, and they all knew that from the start

vax let the choice to be in a relationship be hers because he didn't want to push her into something that would inevitably be traumatic for her

(and he even apologised when he died because "i've confirmed your worst fears and then some")

but loving vax was the start of her overcoming that! he's always had a huge heart despite the losses he's been through and he wears it on his sleeve. his entire philosophy is best summed up by his quote to vex in 72, when she's beating around the bush about admitting she likes percy, "what the fuck do we have in this world except moments with each other? that's all we've got. [...] you know what's awkward? a life not lived."

when the rest of vm tries to turn inwards and isolate themselves as protection vax drags them back together again because he knows the best remedy for a broken heart isn't to shut yourself off but to love even stronger in spite of it. and keyleth agreeing to be with him was proof some of that got through to her

and then there was kerrek, who saw that she was afraid of every step she took, because she knew she would live to see the consequences, she plotted out everything she did under the assumption she might come to regret it centuries from now. and he told her she had the soul of a gardener, and that was a good thing for a leader to have. but sometimes as a fighter, you need the soul of a blacksmith, who knows that when a project goes wrong you melt it down and try again. and he gave her a ring, as a reminder that even for a gardener, some seeds only flourish after they've been burned

and to the most important episode in keyleth's entire arc, her twisted mirror sprigg. sprigg terrified her because where everyone else looked at him and saw a kooky old man, she saw, in crystal clarity, her future. a retired adventurer who'd shirked his duty out of spite, who lived in utter isolation, all his friends dead so long ago he didn't even remember their names.

but (ignoring for now all the other potential consequences of that particular choice by bells hells) they helped him find himself again. they helped him find meaning in service to ioun, and in ioun's library, where nothing is ever forgotten. and once he was given a reason to remember, he realised none of their names had ever left him. a friendship that meaningful cannot be erased by time, and if you lose it, you can always find it again

she had all the coping mechanisms and support a narrative could provide. and while "how am i supposed to get over you if you keep sending ravens to me?" "i am imperfect, as are the gods" lives forever in my mind, i wonder how the vax of c1 would feel, seeing this

The thing that kills me about Keyleth getting Vax back is how anti character development it is for her.

Her horror at how her increased lifespan will inevitably result in her outliving people she loves is something introduced in campaign one, and losing Vax is the very first taste of that inevitability. Campaign three shows us Keyleth as a woman who has spent thirty years refusing to move on and develop a healthy relationship with grief, still terrified by the prospect of outliving those she loves. And then she gets her dead boyfriend back, and he's immortal now, so she'll never lose him again.

It's pathetic! It's sad! It's kicking the can down the road! What's she gonna do when Percy dies? Grog? Every friend she has besides her immortal dead bf? Is her social circle just gonna close up further and further till it's just her and Vax for a thousand years, because Keyleth never learned how to mourn people she loves while also forming new meaningful relationships, and was in fact rewarded by the narrative for refusing to do so?

[luveline]

hey jade!!! do u think we can get a little something with bombshell and spencer 🙏🙏 missing them

—you and spencer get serious. 1.3k

“So,” you say, holding two hands behind your back, shoulders tight in a vague attempt at flirting, “come here often?” 

“To Austin?” Spencer nods. “This is the tenth time we’ve been in the last five years.”

“Big city. Thirteenth most populous city in the entire country, right? That’s a lot of crime.”

Spencer smiles approvingly. “Right.” 

“At least this one was easy.” 

You’re standing in the sunshine outside of a bar near the hangar, waiting for the jet to finish loading, the rest of the team inside drinking a round of well-earned drinks. Spencer was in good spirits but didn’t seem to love the ruckus, so you’d made some excuse about feeling light-headed and promised you’d be alright as long as Spencer came outside with you. 

You don’t not feel dizzy. You’ve been under the weather all week. Spencer’s concern has had moments of obviousness. He’s roped it in for now, only evidence of his worry the lack of space between you. 

You’re enjoying the game you’re playing for now. You lovingly ignore him. “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” 

“Uh, trying to get home, honestly.” 

“Yeah?” 

“See, I know this girl,” he says, his voice a soft pattern of itself, “and she’s– she’s great. She really is. She’s smart, and she’s beautiful, and she’s stubborn as a mule when she wants to be. She won’t let me take care of her out here. I’m hoping when we get back, she’ll let me take her home. So I can look after her.” He has no intention of playing the ignoring game with you. 

“Stubborn as a mule,” you murmur, leaning back against the bar’s brick exterior, lulled into security by his voice, and the sweet breeze that passes over you, the right side of cold as the sun begins to set behind the buildings across the street and beyond. 

“You like that one?” 

“No. Not my favourite comparison.” 

Spencer holds his hand out across the way, palm up but low, his fingers still. “Stubborn,” he says as you slip your hand into his, “but in a good way.” 

“…I don’t need you to take care of me,” you say softly. 

“But I want to.” 

You don’t know why you’ve been struggling with Spencer lately. It certainly isn’t something he’s done wrong, and it’s not the first time he’s wanted to look after you. But things between you are looking serious. Just a few weeks ago you took the ‘next step’, long overdue, and you told him you loved him. You do. 

“If I did something–”

You wince and he stops. You knew he’d bring it up eventually, but it doesn’t make it hurt less. What a mess you’re making. “You didn’t do anything,” you say. 

“Are you sure?” 

“No, Spencer, it’s not you, really, it’s not, it’s me–”

The face he makes is of unbridled horror. You’re worried he’ll snatch his hand back. He squeezes tighter. “What are you saying?” he asks, his frown a pout that turns your heart. 

“I’m not breaking up with you. I’m sorry, that was a fright wasn’t it?” you ask, squeezing him too, pulling at him as you slip against his side. Your faces are close enough to kiss. “Not breaking up. I can’t describe how much I don’t want that.” 

“But?” he asks. 

“But… there’s been some chafing, lately, on my end.” 

“‘Cos of me?” 

“Aw, Spencer,” you murmur, turning your front into his side as you hold your free hand over his heart, “no, baby. No… No, it’s not because of you, or– it’s not your fault. I was alone for a while before you, and I guess being sick just reminded me that things are different.” 

“And you don’t like it?” 

“Spencer, please,” you plead gently, rubbing your thumb against his chest. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I love you–”

“I love you.” 

“–and I’m not asking for anything here, not space, not for you to change, I just want to tell you how I’ve been feeling so you can stop confusing it for something you might’ve done wrong.” 

Some days being with Spencer feels like you’re the same soul in two different bodies. It’s moments like this that remind you of how human he is, the depth of his feelings, and how much he cares about you —how much you can affect his life. He’s frowning like he’s not far from tears and you regret ever bringing it up in the first place, but you have to finish now. 

“It’s scary, for me, sometimes, to be with you,” you say eventually. 

“For me, too.” 

“I worry I’ll get used to you and one day I won’t have you.” 

“I promise you will,” he says. 

“But you don’t know that.” 

“For however long you’ll let me have you, you can have me,” he says simply. 

You tease a line into his chest with your two fingertips. “I love how you look after me. There’s nothing like it. I fall asleep sick and I wake up knowing you’re there to make me a cup of tea, and to help me shower when my head’s hurting, you don’t let me down. You know that?” 

“So why can’t I look after you tonight?” he asks, eyes dark as pine tar. 

“You can. You think I’m not going home with you?” 

“I wasn’t sure.” 

“Please let me come home with you.” 

Spencer lets his forehead drop gently against yours. The breeze runs a loop around your legs and cools your too-warm shoulders, pulling your blouse from clammy skin. For a while, you wait for him to speak, but when he doesn’t you figure you’ve overwhelmed him with your confession, maybe you’ve upset him. 

He rubs the tips of your noses together slightly. 

“Are you still dizzy?” 

“No.” Your voice is a croak. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, being scared of the future? It’s okay.” 

“I think it sounded like it was your fault.” 

“I won’t take it that way if you don’t mean it like that,” he promises. “I just want to look after you, angel. I want to be with you. I’m scared all the time that one day I won’t have you, but then you smile at me or you–” He laughs. “You tug on my hair trying to make me kiss you and I don’t feel that way for a while. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

“The only thing that worries me is life.” 

“Not much you can do about that,” he says.

“I know. I didn’t mean for it to get to you, too.”

He makes a nice humming sound, says, “I want you to feel better, and come home with me, and I don’t really care if I have to beg. You know I will.” 

“You should know you don’t have to beg for anything. Not from me.” 

Spencer’s hand comes up to your neck. He holds it carefully, pressing the soft of his cheek against your temple, the other hand working its way behind your back. “And you’re worried I might leave you?” he asks, laughing bashfully as he presses two kisses to whatever bit of skin he can fin, the side of your nose and the soft well under your eye. “When you’re saying stuff like that to me? In public?” 

“It’s hardly the worst thing I’ve said to you in public.” 

Spencer pulls away to meet your eyes. He's smiling. Worry and love line his gaze. “Do you wanna go find something to eat before we leave?”

“Yeah,” you nod, trying hard not to smile ear to ear. “Let’s go eat.” 

[everywinterhasitsprings]

~ Timeskip! Boyfriend Kita Headcanons ~

Contents: NSFW | 18+ | Minors DNI | save me Shinsuke Kita (24) (Inarizaki grad) Rice Farmer 🧎‍♀️

Words: 0.7k !

Kisses the back of your hand when his soft lips meet your smooth skin while the both of you are out and about together. He not only does this when the setting is public, he loves it when it’s just the two of you; enjoying each others company in your shared home. When you get upset with him or even when he notices that you’re in one of your moods he doesn’t hesitate to do that kind gesture hoping that you’ll forgive him. It’s his own unique way of supporting you.

The rare times Kita makes you upset he desperately tries everything in his power to make things better between the two of you, even going as far as to blame himself; even if the situation isn’t entirely his fault. He wants nothing but to always be in the best of terms with you. Of course, you never like it when he puts the fault on himself. So that leads to the both of you resolving things, ending with Kita leaving a kiss on your cheek.

He never and I mean EVER lets you carry anything. If you want to help him carry heavy loads of farm equipment he kindly rejects your offer, only giving you words of gratitude in return for suggesting the proposition. He thinks it’s the most gentleman-like thing to do, he wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself after all. Kita does let you help him with other farm work, he loves that you’re always willing to help.

The bare minimum isn’t enough for him, he does things that are beyond that spectrum in order to be the best partner to you. He just thinks that you’re more deserving than to just be provided with the essential basics of a relationship, he pushes himself to always make sure that your standards are highly met.

He adores giving you words of affirmation, he couldn’t bare if you took something he said the wrong way. He’s always reassuring you when you don’t feel as confident in something, telling you that you’ll do great in whatever it is that you’re not so sure about. Support is his greatest emotion of love.

He’s always surprising you by cleaning the shared space you both live under. Not only that, he goes all out as to wash and fold your clothes— including the ones you use for work. He makes sure your shared room is spotless and the bed is always made. He scrubs down every single corner of the house to get it as clean as possible. After always coming home extremely tired you always see a plate of dinner on the table waiting for your return.

Innocent kisses are his favorite love language. Always expect to receive a soft kiss on your temple at random times. Any spot on your face will be met by a push of his lips against your skin. Followed by him hugging your figure afterwards.

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Always takes things slow, never wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way. Each time pleasing you as he’s asked to.

He’s gentle with you at all times, thrusting his hips in a slow pace. Enjoying every second he’s inside of you. Every time leaving you begging for him to give you more. Only then will he pick up the speed, letting out soft grunts in the process.

He LOVES it when you take control, weakening out when you line yourself with his cock only to let out a sharp gasp when you finally bottom out. Kita enjoyed watching you pleasing yourself on his cock, placing his hands on your hips to help you move.

The filthy noises you let out would have him wanting more of you, letting out moans intertwined with a mixture of his name as your pace gets faster reaching you closer to your high. You were very vocal when it came to sex and that’s another feature of yours that Kita admired. “mmm— I’m close.” The view you were giving him felt so dirty but enticing, roughly meeting your hips with his— looking so desperate and cock-hungry. He looked as your lips let out a loud gasp as you eventually reached your climax. Affectionately looking at the way you cum all over his cock.

He lays you down on the mattress, your back making contact with the plush material. He turns to take a cloth from the nightstand to clean you up— pulling you in an embrace once he’s done.

Kita loved you dearly.

[2-shots2-thehead]

- I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else.. But you -

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Summary : Dating Spencer headcanons bc I luv him n wanted to write smth smosh related >-<

Pairing : Spencer Agnew (Smosh) x GN!Reader (Use of Y/n)

Warnings : suggestive joke, other than that pretty much just fluff

A/N : the spencer brainrot is real oml 🙏🙏 im so fruity

- oh my god

- it took this man SO LONG. to ask you out

- like im talking working together for YEARS

- but once he finally did, it came off as like the most casual thing ever

- even if he was psyching himself up for this for MONTHS

- “hey, y/n, maybe after we’re done filming y’wanna grab lunch? like..as a date.?”

- he only started showing his nerves once you actually said yes

- he looked visibly surprised and then just nodded shyly without another word and walked off

- ever since that little interaction, you guys were together

- constantly.

- never seen without the other.

- “where’s y/n?” “well, i just saw spencer in the games studio so probably there”

- pretty much every single social media post since when you started dating has been about you

- CATS.

- you guys have at LEAST one cat

- you cannot convince me otherwise

- but hopefully more because you can never have too many, right ?

- always just bringing you random shit to work

- we’ve all seen the smosh mouth TNTL where spencer just keeps pulling random drinks out from under the table ?

- there’s just always little treats like that at your desk where you occasionally edit

- more often than not they’re drinks he grabs from the gas station, along with a kickstart for himself, of course

- just how you two are always inseparable, it increases by about 10 billion percent at parties

- i mean, let’s be real, there’s never a day where he’s at a party and wouldn’t rather be home playing a video game with your cats

- if he doesn’t know anyone else at the party, your hand is in his the entire time and he’s talking your ear off

- speaking of which, hand holding.

- so. much. handholding.

- like he wouldn’t be big on pda, but it’s just the little things like that

- him carrying you for many a TNTL bit

- or just putting your head on his shoulder while he’s streaming (we all know what i’m talking about)

- aside from the little surprise drinks, there are more often than not little sticky note messages on your desk

- especially at times where you’re editing and he’s filming and that means you’re apart for however maybe hours

- on days like that, he’s making it everyone’s problem

- “yeah, so then we-“ “y’know, this would be fun with y/n”

- yet another person who uses horrible pickup lines as a joke

- sometimes the sticky notes are the most poetic, sweet, romantic thing you’ve ever read

- ..and sometimes it’s “are you a beaver ? because DAM”

- “are you my laptop ? because you’re really hot and i’m a little bit concerned”

- “my favorite pokémon’s beedrill because i’m gonna bee-drillin’ y-“

- you guys build lego sets together all the time

- sometimes they’re little roses

- sometimes it’s the millennium falcon

- but his personal favorite is the hedgehog picnic date ⬇️⬇️⬇️

- they are now sat atop a very high, fancy shelf in your shared apartment

- you guys watch movies n shows together all the time

- you have a specific show though that you always and only watch together

- “you didn’t watch it without me, right” “don’t worry, I turned it off when you fell asleep”

- you guys play video games together all the time

- maybe you’re not as good as him, but he’s always open to teaching

- you guys practice instruments together if you play

- if not, he just plays guitar for you

- never too loud, but you can hear it of course

- he picks special songs he thinks you’ll like and learns them

[anakinstwinklebunny]

hii another bunnytine’s fic idea came to me today:

little vinnie makes a valentine’s day present for his dad :’) OR

maybe little vin has a valentine at daycare and Sam helps him make something for her!

- 🐮

SAM MONROE does not do Valentine's Day.

He’s spent years watching idiots in his school scramble to buy overpriced chocolates and those stupid heart-shaped balloons, only for most of them to end up freaking crying in the bathrooms by lunch. The whole thing was so pointless, and he’d rather spend the day chain-smoking outside the auto shop than give much of a damn about it.

But now, as the fate wanted, he’s sitting at the kitchen table, staring at a pile of red paper, glue sticks, pink glitter and heart-shaped stickers like they personally offended him.

Vinnie is sitting across from him, babbling to himself in that little toddler voice, chubby fingers smacking at a paper heart Sam had (painfully) cut out. The story standing behind all of it was the daycare. They sent a note home saying the kids had to bring a homemade Valentine’s card for their little party tomorrow. And somehow, somehow, Sam had ended up being the one stuck doing this damn project.

"Alright, lil man," Sam sighed "we gotta make this card, okay? So no eating the glue this time."

Vinnie, in his oversized sweater and socks that barely clung to his tiny feet, just giggled, eyes squinting as he clapped his hands. "Sammy!" he chirped, reaching for the glue stick.

Sam squinted. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m Sam. Now here—stick this heart down."

Vinnie took the glue stick and smeared it casually across the entire page like he’s trying to paint the damn thing. Sam groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Jesus, kid, not like that." He reached over, fixing the heart and trying not to rip it in half.

Vinnie just laughed again, face lighting up like Sam is the funniest thing in the world. And—damn, man. That face always got him.

So, grumbling under his breath, Sam moved closer to Vinnie and started actually helping. He held Vinnie’s tiny hand in his bigger one, guiding him to press the heart down properly. He even let the kid slap a few stickers on—most of which end up half off the page—but whatever. It’s his masterpiece, right?

Once the card is somewhat done (meaning Sam has fixed most of it while Vinnie kept giggling and smacking stickers onto the table), Sam grabbed a marker, biting his lip before speaking up. "Okay, we gotta write something." He glanced at Vinnie. "What do you wanna say?"

Vinnie, looking proud as hell, grinned. "Babi!"

Sam snorted. "Yeah, okay, don’t think the other kids will get that, bud." He sighed, shaking his head before scrawling, in his messy-ass handwriting:

«Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess. From Vinnie»

Good enough for a project for daycare.

"There. Done. You happy now? You like it?"

Vinnie, in all his tiny glory, gasped, hands covering his little mouth before his lips twisted into a smile. Then those pudgy hands excitedly, clumsily clapped and then—out of nowhere—leans forward, pressing a wet, sloppy toddler kiss to Sam’s cheek.

Sam froze.

His heart did this weird-ass thing in his chest, like it fucking melts, and he sweared if anyone ever saw him right now, he'd deny it to his death.

"...Yeah, okay," Sam mumbled, swallowing thickly before ruffling Vinnie’s soft curls. "Maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t that stupid."

Vinnie just giggled again, too happily, grabbing another sticker and slapping it on Sam’s arm.

Yeah. Maybe it’s not so bad after all.

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[rebelliousstories]

Hearts

ValenFics

Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst

Word Count: 713

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Summary: A simple note that makes all the difference.

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“The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn’t being said.” Peter Drucker

“Honey, would you please calm down? Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Aaron pleaded with his wife as she fluttered about the house, focused on her tasks.

“If you had just told me earlier, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” She shot back, tossing some of his under shirts into his go bag. “You just told me that you’ve known about this for three months. I don’t care what you do to remember but you should definitely remember something like this sooner than the day before our reservations.”

Sighing in defeat, Aaron scrubbed his hands over his face. “I know. I know and I’m sorry. Just, please, don’t be mad.”

“Aaron, I’m not- I’m not mad. You realize that we made those reservations a month ago? If you would have just checked your calendar, we wouldn’t be in a predicament like this.” She tried to reassure her husband. Placing her hands on his chest, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him gently. Thankfully, he wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her close, melting into her affections.

“I really am sorry, honey.” He whispered back to her once they separated.

“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it. You have to get on your case.” Patting his chest one more time, Mrs. Hotchner finally let her husband go back to what he was doing.

Unfortunately, Aaron left for Oregon that very afternoon. The entire time he was a grumbling and more irritated than normal. Which is why Dave took over after they had been at the case all day, sending everyone, especially Hotch, back to the hotel for the night.

Agitated, Aaron threw his bag from his shoulder to the floor as he entered his hotel room. The case files and IPad that he also carried were tossed to the bed, before he finally went to put his gun in the safe in the room. Picking his bag up from the ground, he set it on the bed to begin putting his clothes away. His suits were hung up, his shirts, underwear and other clothing items were set inside the dresser.

As he went to pull out his toiletries bag from the bottom of his suitcase, a card caught his attention. Picking up the red envelope, he quickly recognized his wife’s handwriting on the front. Dropping himself down into the chair, Aaron delicately opened it to read what his wife sent for him.

On the front, a bunch of hearts of various colors were printed on it. His ringed hand opened the stiff paper to see that she had left a message inside.

Get home safely please. We have reservations next Saturday to make up for it. I love you so much, my beloved G-man. Love your precious wife <3

Aaron smiled with all of the muscles in his face at the short message. She could have just texted it to him, but this was something he enjoyed. He loved having his wife and son’s handwriting in the form of notes when he was away from home. It reminded him of what he got to come home to.

He traced over the hearts on the cover, and the one she had drawn. Such a small thing, but Aaron traced his eyes over it one more time. Once he had committed it to memory, Hotch opened a pouch on the side of his duffel bag. At least a dozen cards and pieces of paper were lined up inside, and these were just the ones from the beginning of the year. He slotted the card near the front so that they were in chronological order for him to keep organized when he eventually moved them out of the bag.

Before he went to bed that night, Mr. Hotchner sent a text to Mrs. Hotchner.

I love you too. I’m sorry for all the trouble. You’re too good for me sometimes. See you soon. <3

Sophie Kinsella once said, “True love is hard. It requires work, compromise, tears and sweat. It brings periods of fear, anger, sadness, questions, sickness and space. But it also brings periods of hope, laughter, happiness, dependability, answers, healing and closeness. That’s what it makes it worth it.”

[protectingtulpas]

Considering getting into tulpamancy, any advice you think doesn't get mentioned nearly as much as it should?

Hmmm this is a good question, stuff that isn't talked about a lot.... I can think of a few things, actually!

Here's some certified random tulpamancy advice from my own wisdom lmao

🔥 parrotnoia is almost completely counterable (especially for our "logical" brain) by asking your tulpa a follow-up to whatever response they gave. if they respond with anything near legible and sensible then you should treat it like it's a real response, even if you're not sure! You'll build up an understanding of what's your thoughts and what're your tulpa's eventually, and once you do, you'll be able to trust that second response. Sometimes I even have a problem with this from my side so like it's not just a host thing fr. If your brain just repeats the same or a similar thing over and over again though, it's probably just a repeating thought. We get those a lot cus of our adhd. (host wants me to say that if your tulpa is comfy with it and solid enough, you can ask them to reassure u that they're real. we do that a lot when they get paranoid)

🔥 self awareness isn't a lightswitch. There'll probably be a wide ocean between your tulpa's first signs of acting independently and them feeling like a fully solid person that's just as aware as you are. I was literally choosing where to move in wonderland within a day of starting forcing (i had an advantage cuz host had a form and wonderland ready for me lol, but some ppl like to go slower!) but it was months before it finally hit my host that the things I were saying by then was undeniably *me*. For them to realize, it actually took me diverging from their expectation by saying i wasn't too interested in hollow knight lmao. basically what I'm saying is there's a lot of in between so don't stress over black and white outcomes and such

🔥 It's way easier to start with partial possession first before learning how to fully switch. First time I used the body was just using the voice to sing and it was awesome, it's what a lot of newbies do to learn now

🔥 oh yeah if you're musically minded then MAKE A PLAYLIST FOR UR TULPA it'll help sooo much. Either start out with what you think they'll like and then let them curate it and add stuff later on, or turn it into a forcing exercise where you listen to different songs and try to feel if your tulpa is enjoying it or not, and add it to the playlist if it seems like they are! (If you're the kinda person that struggles with active forcing, putting on some appropriate bg music might help! keeps ur brain occupied and buzzing)

🔥 Unless they end up the same exact gender as you and a similar presentation, your tulpa is probably gonna have at least a bit of wonky gender feelings, and that's ok. they may end up being genderqueer in some way & they might not! It's their choice what label to use for themselves, not yours as the host.

🔥 Be prepared to split your budget at least a little bit if your tulpa ends up enjoying outerworld stuff a lot. Casey (a soulbond) and I like different types of fashion a ton, I like thrill rides and going to clubs and shows. We don't have a lot but we work it out so at least our most frequent fronters get to indulge a little sometimes - it's great if you can find something multiple ppl like

🔥 Your tulpa's sense of... mmm, let's say wisdom? Will be a bit different from yours. We're in a weird position - we're in a brain that's lived a whole biological life up to that point, with lots of experiences and instinctive patterns and understandings and shit built into us, cus that's just how the brain works. We also can look at the host's memories whenever we want, barring any outside issues. But at the same time we're also straight up *new,* thrown into the world without most of a childhood to grow up in (usually) or an entire life to build up a sense of self and figure ourselves out. We can see host's memories but they're not Ours, we didn't experience em. Y'know how teenagers are kinda weird and flip-floppy sometimes because they're still figuring themselves out? A lot of tulpas can be the same way, especially when we're new. They might go back and forth on basic opinions, struggle to understand topics you get already, sorta just miss things sometimes, or become super singleminded when they find something that gives them a sense of self. Basically just give your tulpa a wide range of things to do/try, and understand that we're pretty much speedrunning all the emotional + logical development that most hosts had their whole lives to work on.

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[antisemitism-eu]

I don't understand - Either you think Trump as president is much much worse for Jews than the past year of antisemitism or not. I think it's not (I'll try to explain below)

You think it is. And you're getting upset at me because

a. how dare I say you think that way

and

b. of course it's this way

you spend a lot of time telling me why Trump is so much more dangerous to Jews (and how dare anybody who deals with antisemitism for over a decade tell you anything about it )

Just to clear up that last point, because you accuse me of "putting things into your mouth" and then you do the exact same thing to me: I didn't say that Biden didn't condemn antisemitism. Of course, he did. I said that Trump took steps against antisemitism that should have been done a long time ago Biden didn't do anything against antisemites (and frankly, actively encouraged them) and thereby made the lives of American Jews that much more unsafe.

I realize you don't really care, but here's why I think Progressive antisemitism is much, more worse.

What does "Jews will not replace us" mean? It means that Jews are committing a genocide in the US. That is, of course, a Nazi antisemitic canard. And yet "Jews are committing a genocide in Israel" - does not seem so bad, does it? Nobody would say that it's Nazi, right?

Yes, Biden said that Israel is not committing a genocide. (which shows that he recognized it was wrong to say) But he also said that he understands why some people think that way. And his VP said that people must speak their truth.

For some reason you remember Trump as saying that Nazis are "a very nice group" But what he actually said was that he condemned neo-Nazis and White Supremacists and that there are "very fine people on both sides" when discussing taking down Confederate statues.

Now, how in the world does that sound different from what Biden said? In fact, I think it's way, way worse. Trump did not support the neo-Nazis in anything they said about Jews. Biden did.

There are so few neo-Nazi groups in the US and they're beyond the pale. The FBI usually stops them when they get weapons in order to commit an attack, as it does for most antisemites who try to commit attacks against Jews.

However - the Democratic party is mainstream. Saying "Israel is committing a genocide" is mainstream. Saying "Jews are European colonialists" is mainstream. people aren't sure that "destroy Israel" is antisemitic

Because if Trump would tell Nazis "you must tell your truth" - the entire country would go berserk. But for Progressive Nazis it's okay.

In fact, I'm currently under attack because I'm pointing out how Palestinian society and their anti-Zionist supporters are actually Nazi (hitler, swastikas, nazi salutes, murder of Jews) I realize you're upset. But try to stop and think who you support in this and what are the chances that you'll say "there are fine people on both sides"

so. american jews. ...is this "My Go bags are refreshed and packed," or is it "start making serious plans to leave the country"?