#romy my beloved

[plaguery]

here is my promised dmc oc, romy sears. she is like if a torture device was friend shaped.

these two pics are about a year old now and certainly far from favorites but they show off those tattoo details that the first missed!

she is a post-dmc5 character, remotely working as an advisor of sorts for devil may cry through morrison's adept scouting and by way of her demonological expertise, intel on possible jobs and if she's feeling generous, her casting abilities.

at the time of joining the devil may cry ensemble, she is a thirty-one year old with about two decades of intensive autistic special interest studying and training behind her. a witness to a horrific devil attack at age eleven, she was somehow inspired and propelled into demonology and magical pursuits. her constant, reckless infodumping to helpless shop patrons and workers at her regular haunts made her a name in town to anyone who wanted to work with or against devils, leading up to morrison cracking down on her and setting up a devil may cry exclusive romy deal.

her cover and home base (tag 'home' as literal) is the antiques shop she owns and operates at the very edge of town on the mostly abandoned, eerie but alluring, bramford street. mixed in with your average porcelain antiques are demonic artifacts and 'possessed' items—particularly, dolls. these devils that she has personally conjured and bound are considered friends, while she considers herself a 'caretaker'.

despite her fondness for the demonic, she teams up with devil may cry out of financial need and for the mental challenge that she figures it will present. you can guess that her morals are... pliant.

she is a cheery, talkative, and strangely elegant thing, but do not mistake that for extroversion. more a lively hermit, most of her hours are spent at her shop and she can only be pulled away for the sake of necessity or for furthering her aims of gaining knowledge/'friends'. social skills seem to be something that comes and goes for her: politeness quickly becoming intrusion into personal boundaries, chatter somehow turning every stranger in the vicinity away, picking up on heavily layered context while missing basic cues.

as she'll tell you, pride is her favorite of the cardinal sins, and you'll find her pride in her knowledge, fashion, hair, and accessories. the tuft of white in her victory roll is her favorite badge of honor, as it has grown over the years from exposure to the demonic. most notable though are her golden, clawed fingers: custom prosthetics that she acquired after losing her fingers in a conjuring gone wrong.

if the antiques shop didn't tell you, she loves vintage and is most often seen in 40s or 50s inspired styles. the true mark of devotion is the trans-atlantic accent that she taught herself as a teenager and uses to this day (no, she will not admit to it being taught despite it inherently being a completely fabricated accent).

fun facts:

if she gets close enough to someone she will reveal that 'romy sears' is in fact not really her name and that she started using it after getting disowned at eighteen for accidentally setting her family trailer on fire with her first successful conjure & bind. she will not divulge her true last name but her given name is rosemary. 'romy sear(s)' is just the anagram treatment.

'rosemary', making it an anagram, and the name 'bramford' for the street are references to rosemary's baby. she has never and never will give birth and shes more akin to the creepy neighbors but i love references and she loves taking care of devils!

when she does leave the house, she is rarely seen without a multiseat stroller, seating a select few dolls for that day. as a caretaker, she figures it's important for enrichment purposes to get them out of the shop regularly.

the whole doll schtick is actually the whole inspiration for her character. i started simply with the idea of combining one of my favorite internet browsing activities (looking at haunted/possessed doll listings) with post-dmc5 fuckery.

objects moving and strange noises are part and parcel for the shop. however, there is also a bit of a time vortex due to the massive concentration of the demonic in one spot. it makes the veil between realms thinner but not by too much. it's helped by romy's many wards and charms around and throughout the shop but time still moves differently and is always off by around 5-25 minutes depending on circumstance.

if you read this far, thank you :) i really love her in all her freakishness. im (slowly) trying to work on a written intro* (i guess.. fic) with her. despite all i already wrote there is much more i already have in my mind. questions are welcomed if you happen to have them!

*here's a sneak peek of that ;)

[butchgambit]

“You can drain me any time, chere. Gambit has plenty.”

details under the cut:

[schrodingers-romy]

Need to stare into sae's blank eyes for a few hours to see if I can figure out what's wrong with him

[gingerbreadmonsters]

What's one thing you want me to know about "captive audience?" <3

romi's talking about this game (asks still open!)

hmm.... if i had to pick just one thing? 👀👀

this is basically a deleted scene from a wip that's still happening, which is probably negative points in the liminal space column, but it kind of came about from a question i've got about demon feeding habits...??

basically, i'm wondering if demons can feed off feelings that they entirely manufacture, or if there's some sort of nutritional difference between those and feelings that humans have independently. if a demon manipulates a human to feel happy, for instance, and then feeds off of that feeling of happiness, will it be as nutritious/taste as good as if that human had felt that feeling all on their own?

or, in short: vega and warden have breakfast in bed. it's horribly, and i do mean horribly, domestic 🥰🥰

[pepprs]

ok actually yeah. i really need to do dishes and go to bed and not stay up late mentalillnessposting a little too viscerally on tumblr the night before i facilitate a workshop in front of the literal president of the university and the vp of my division (LOL about that btw. actively shitting my pants.) but oh my GOD. so saying goodbye to lia was actually fine in the moment. neither of us cried and we talked about all the ways we’ll still be in each others lives and reasons we’ll have to interact in the near future. and she gave me an extremely heartfelt thoughtful gift and we left on a very hopeful note and i felt better and content bc there’s still the rest-of-life and we’ll see each other there. but like an hour before that as i mentioned i was HYSTERICALLY sobbing. in full view of people i know AND people i don’t. and i just sat there and sobbed while everything carried on around me. everything carried on around me!!! and i feel like im about to sob again thinking about it.

[romy350-romyakari]

So I have my backlog of task already lined up.

But let's say a show I finally checked out trew a wrench on all that and I am picking more fanfics to read, and so many things got a bit all over the place.

It left me in shambles and I am picking so much stuff bc wow the fanworks but yeah. I underestimated the power of that show.

So thing are lining back to normal (my poor fanfic backlog tho... it was already long before that 🫡)

And Twisted Wonderland gave me emotional damage with Book 7 part 5. They are not done with me but boy I am sure I will never get over this mobile game either.

A couple of days have passed and I can say yeah almost back on track.

The little wonders of the detours but I had a good time at the end so that is good.

[yakkosally]

AHHH WE FINNALY GET TO SEE MY TWO FAVS ♡♡♡

[glokyo]

holy nose!!!!!!!!

18+ (moderate smut.. don't be scared!)

warnings; face riding, slight face smothering, slight suffocation to character, !freundenfreude/ service top char! synopsis; why has he never thought to ask you? <3

!!!!!!!!

Hiromi was an absolute lover boy. He always denied it but his actions said otherwise every time. He loved to give you everything you wanted or needed; you're his beloved. The love of his life. You keep him alive outside of his extremely demanding and busy job.

If you wanted jewelry, it's bought before you could mention it. A date? Already set. Clothes? Ordered. Flowers? Check the front door.

Hiromi's first vow to you was to give you all his attention, even if it was tiny. A little amount went so far every-time for you. You started to think it was a turn on for him.. but no.. that's not what turned him on.

What turned him on was making you feel good. The times where he's eating your pussy, shaking his head between your legs just to feel your puffy pussy move against the sides of his mouth. Inhaling your scent, groaning and letting out a tiny grunt at the insatiable feeling of all his blood rush to his thick cock.

But, you know what he noticed? How you'd react whenever his nose nudged against your pretty clit; the arch you give, the curling of your toes, the hitch in your breath- god, even when you try to close and trap him between your legs. He noticed it all.

And when the thought went by- why hadn't he ask you to ride his face?

It was unbelievable to see you like this. Vulnerable than ever, trying to be considerate in fear of crushing him.

Hiromi didn't think he'd ever get to see you like... this;

Hovering over him, his hands resting on your waist, drawing comforting circles. Your knees resting besides his head; that gorgeous pussy of yours glistening right above his mouth, making his sweet mouth water with stronger anticipation than before.

He looks up at you with those tired eyes, chuckling at your trembling and your hesitance to go lower. 'shhh... t's okay.. put all your weight on me, baby.. i can handle it.' he whispered, squeezing your hips, bringing you down to him slowly.

Hiromi shifts, causing his nose to nudge your clit and immediately you're back to point one, back arching, hands on headboard. "Lower." He murmurs from under you. You comply, shifting lower with a bitten lip.

Locking his eyes with yours, he sticks his tongue out like a cat; flattening it. He then licks a long strip from your puffy folds to your twitching clit. When you shiver and moan, he's in the moment. Wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling you down more until you're technically smothering his face.

"Romi'-" You attempt to choke out, reaching down for his arms, giving them a strong squeeze. You wanted to be considerate of his breaths but he wasn't giving up. Whenever he did have to breathe, lifted his head then went back down to devour your pussy.

You mewl and whimper, gripping his hair and grinding down on his face. 'that's it, baby..' he muttered out, lapping you dry. 'cum on my face... cum on m'fuckin face, doll..mmm' he groans, his hips lifting up from the straining of his cock.

'how's it feel, baby?' he murmurs out, shaking his head to get deeper in your pussy, 'Mm!-' Hiromi slurps and you gasp, nodding. "Good! So good!" You shake.

'good girl.. my sweet baby..' he whispers between slurps, cum on his nose and chin.

note; blehhh sorry for no posting ;(

[arcielee]

All the wild hearted ambition

Summary: The semester is ending and you decide to act on the undeniable chemistry you share with Aegon Targaryen. Paring: modern!Aegon Targaryen x you Word Count: 1.8+ Warnings: Reader AFAB, alcohol consumption for liquid courage, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie but it's okay since every Reader has a IUD Author’s Note: Modern Aegon will always have a soft spot in my heart. I wanted to do some smutty fluff to celebrate my darling @aemondtargaryenonlyfans latest milestone! I apologize for this being so belated, as I am sure it has probably doubled by now. 😆 Thank you @sylasthegrim for being my beloved beta reader, Ilysm. 💜 And shoutout to my Aegon Expert™ Miss Maggie @inthedayswhenlandswerefew for some insight on his alcoholic vice. Title comes from the song Romy by Sleep Walking Animals 💜

Aegon was handsome in his effortless way–somehow perpetually sunkissed no matter the weather outside, and wearing a mirthful grin that had him aglow. His eyes were able to spot you in the crowd that swarmed around him, a centripetal pull towards his charisma that thrummed loudly from within. 

They were all moths drawn to his flame, fluttering with their desperation to touch. You pushed through them, determined to be burned. 

You could see the mischief sparkling in the murky blue of his eyes, the corners crinkling as he watched you move closer. His hand reached to engulf your own, pulling you in. 

The chemistry you two shared was something palpable, a back-and-forth banter that remained consistent throughout the semester, building towards this moment. His teasing pravity had a friendly tone, and you always had a smirk playing on your lips as you listened to his lewd promises. It ended the same way–Aegon would beg to take you out, but you were well aware of his reputation on campus and held no interest in becoming just another conquest of his. 

And when you told him just that, he laughed. 

You are different, he had sworn to you. I would take you to breakfast the next morning. 

Your eyes rolled in response, but you always remained within his arm’s reach, testing your self-control and the strength of your barriers built to keep him at bay. 

But on this night, you tore them down. 

To be kissed by Aegon was to be consumed by him. His large hands were everywhere: biting into your hip to bring you closer, wrapping around the back of your neck as he pulled the air from your lungs. He was solid as he pressed against you, pinning you to the wall; you could taste the rum and spice and cinnamon when you licked his lips, you could feel the heat pouring from him and warming your blood. 

Your head was buzzing, your desperation clawing from your fingertips to pull him until he melded against you. Aegon placed his arms on both sides, caging you against the wall; his mouth trailed from your lips to your jawline, his teeth nipping at your neck. You lifted your leg to wrap around his waist and one of his hands dropped to grab into the softness of your thigh, pressing closer to you. 

His weight was delicious. “Aegon, please,” you were breathless from his kiss, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright. When his lips pressed to your pulse, you could feel your breath catch in your throat. “I-I want you.”

Aegon groaned against the curve of your neck and it rumbled to your bones, your skin raising in response. “I fucking love you begging for my cock, pretty girl.” 

“I…” you stammered to find the air for your sultry 21st century confession, “I…have an IUD.”

Aegon pulled back, his lips and cheeks flushed, his eyes dancing in the low lighting of the hallway. You could feel the warmth burning beneath your skin, but before you could say anything else, he dropped to press his shoulder against your lower abdomen. 

Your gasp was followed by your giggle as he lifted you over his shoulder, your fingers grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to balance. You giggled again as his large hand patted your ass, his determined steps carrying you away from the noise of the end-of-the-semester party. Aegon then finally placed you on your feet in a doorway and you pulled him close to capture his mouth like he was your only option to breathe again. 

You fumbled to open the door behind you and your fingers tucked into his waistband, but he was already following after you. It was a tenacious tumble onto his bed and a desperate peel away of the layers worn before Aegon settled between your bare thighs like he always belonged there. 

He stopped, his eyes looking over you in a way that made your blood thicken. He pushed up for another kiss but this time it held a new tenderness; his lips feathered to your chin and the curve of your neck, moving to litter love bites on your chest that bloomed dark in his wake. 

You were lost in him; you mewled, canting your hips upwards for friction. You almost cried when he pulled away from you. “Please,” you pushed to your elbows to see his sheepish expression. “Aegon…”

His laughter was an exasperated exhale. “Whiskey dick,” and he paused for a moment. “Well, whiskey dick by rum.” 

Any other man would have balked with their embarrassment, but he showed how he was unlike anyone you ever met. Instead Aegon giggled, his smile stretching across his square jaw decorated with a sandy growth, beautiful and bright as always. He dipped back between your thighs to place a sloppy kiss to your clit and the gesture bolted up the length of your spine. 

He showed his devotion to see through the literary litany of the euphoria he promised over the semester, and continued until your eyelashes clumped together from your tears. Your blood was pulsing hot throughout your veins, your legs trembling and your lungs wrung empty; Aegon finally pulled away, bringing the covers over you both, reaching to pull you back against his chest and nestling against the nape of your neck with a wet kiss. 

“I’ll make this up to you, I swear it, pretty girl,” he whispered, but you were blitzed outside of your mind and body from the pleasure he pulled. You could feel his grin, his arm wrapping around your stomach, and you settled against him, allowing the low strum of his heartbeat to lull you to sleep. 

Pretty girl. The endearment echoed in your mind as the prior night rolled away like a fog, though its heady aftermath was still prickling your skin. You could feel your blood simmering to the surface as you blinked away the sleep, your eyes focusing on the mess of blond waves that are tucked back between your legs. 

You could feel it throb away from your center, a pleasureful pulse that coursed through you and crashed back into your core. You arched your back in response, savoring the intimate way his tongue was tracing against your clit. “Aegon,” you gasped out loud but it was your pitiful moan that followed that stopped his ministrations.  

He looked up at you, his eyes sparkling and blood staining his cheeks with a sheen to his wicked smile. “Good morning, pretty girl,” he said with his casual tone, his breath tickling the slick between your thighs. “Just relax. Don’t worry, I plan on making you feel really good.” 

You responded with a squeal as he playfully bit into the softness of your inner thigh, his lips moving back to lave away at your swollen bundle of nerves that were blooming from his touch. His two fingers curled within you, knuckle deep and searching to pull a ravishment that made your toes curl. It was a tensity that nearly cleaved you in half, shuddering throughout your veins; your fingers knotted into his hair, your thighs squeezing to keep him close.

But Aegon remained tethered to you, mindful of these waves. His brow furrowed with his concentration of coaxing you through your climax, and you could only melt with his deliberate touch. When it was done, you tried to find your breath again, only returning as you felt the shift of his weight on the mattress. 

Your stomach fluttered at the sight of him: his hand stroking his girth, the head flushed and glossy from your release. Aegon moved to knit himself between your legs, pressing close until his clock slipped between your swollen slit, sending another spark that seized your heart. You writhed underneath him. “Oh, fuck.”

Aegon captured your lips with a biting kiss, and you returned it with the same passion he poured into you. “You were so beautiful last night, begging for my cock,” he murmured against your skin. 

His words were heated, beckoning you, and you squirmed, canting your hips to feel the delicious pressure of the underside of his cock pressing against. “Aegon,” you gasped. You were still so raw, still splintered from your prior release, but you still pulled him to settle into the cradle of your hips. “Please, I need you.” You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist, squeezing until he groaned against you.  

He moved to press a kiss to the soft divot beneath your ear, his low hum rumbling through your chest. “Yes,” his voice was low, rasped, “just like that.” Aegon shifted his weight, sinking into you and pressing deep until colors began to spark in front of your eyes. 

His hips rolled against your own with a languid pace that began to build again, stoking a warmth that spread throughout and curled back into your lower abdomen. It was a different intensity that pressed outwards, splitting your seams; your fingers fell to the dimples above his ass, desperate to pull him closer, desperate to chase this new pleasure. 

Aegon tucked his head into the crook of your neck and you can feel his smile. “You take me so well,” he praised, his voice straining from the vice-like grip you held around him.

Those words erupted through you with a force that pushed you back over that ledge, a tumbling release that wrenched the air from your lungs. The fluttering of your velvet walls suctioned around him, pulling him deeper, and Aegon groaned loudly as his cock pulsed hot within you. 

He then found your lips for a slow kiss, searching to swallow the soft sounds you emitted. His head bobbed away to look down at you, his eyes bright, but bloodshot, and his smile crooked. Aegon then placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before he collapsed at your side. 

You laid on the sex soaked sheets, boneless, focusing on the careful expanse of your lungs to regain your breath again. You turned your head to look at Aegon, flushed pink and still grinning at you. A heartbeat passed and he moved suddenly to kiss you again, sloppy and wet, and then he pushed from the bed onto unsteady feet. 

You rolled to your side, grabbing to cover yourself as you watched him struggle to pull on a pair of jeans. His large palm was flat to carefully tuck himself before pulling up the zipper.

You felt a surge of emotions: an initial panic, your embarrassment and failure at becoming just another one of his conquests. “Where are you going?” You dared ask, praying your voice remained steady and would not betray what was coiling behind your heart.

Aegon looked at you and you could see the satisfaction playing on his handsome features. His smile remained. “Did you forget?” He moved back to the bed, kneeling on the edge for another quick kiss that left you warm. “I told you that I was going to take you to breakfast afterwards.”

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[blue-babygirl]

Pizzas and Stargazing

Pairing: Reader x Aaron Hotchner + Jack Attack

Type: Fluff

Description: After a three-day mandatory leave and a trip home to your family, you finally get to have a date night with your man.

Word count: 2.4K

Note: just a very well-deserved mention to my beloved Romie @criminalskies . You are the most amazing person ever and thank you for helping me review these fics. <3

“Y/n. My office. Now please.”

You look up from your computer to Aaron outside his office as the rest of the team looks at you. You give him a quick nod and save the documents you were working on as the team questions why you are being called to the ‘principal’s office’.

“I don’t know.” You shrug at them, truly clueless as to why you were called in. As you make your way to his office, you notice that his blinds are drawn. You give a quick knock before going in. “Everything okay?”

“Lock the door please.” Aaron says as he stands by his desk. You do as you are told and as you turn around to look at him, you are surprised to see him waiting with his arms open with an invitation for a hug.

You don’t let the surprise stop you from practically barreling yourself into his arms for the hug. You snuggle your face into his chest and give him a tight squeeze.

“Are you okay?” You peer up at him, letting your chin rest on his chest as he plays with your hair.

“Mhm. You washed your hair today.” Aaron kisses your forehead as he says this. “How was family time?”

“I did wash my hair today.” You give him an amused smile. “And you know exactly how family time was, I was updating you over call every few hours.”

“Your hair is always softer a few hours after you wash it.” Aaron nuzzles his face into your hair, as if to emphasize his words.

You blush and press your face into his chest as you feel him kiss your neck, making him chuckle. The two of you stand there in each other’s embrace for a few more minutes, just basking in the other’s presence after the three-day mandatory leave.

Suddenly Aaron pulls back slightly, removing his face from your shoulder and placing his head on top of yours.

“Are you free tonight?” He looks down at you, pecking your forehead as he waits for your response.

“Baby, when I’m ever not free for you?” You grin at him as he scoffs jokingly.

“Let me think…when you have girl’s night? When you are helping Derek with the restoration? When you are out with, like, any of the girls? When you-”

“Okay!” You kiss him to cut him off. “I was just trying to be cheesy, jeez!”

Aaron grins at you before pulling you into another kiss. You giggle and peck his lips before pulling away, now curious as to why he asked.

“So? Why do you ask Agent Hotchner?” You mimic a professional tone as if you were working. Which to be honest, you are supposed to be doing right now, not hug your boyfriend in his office, practically cuddling.

“Well, Agent L/n,” Aaron exaggerates in the same professional tone, playing along, “if you must know, I was hoping to take my girlfriend out tonight and needed to know if she was free.”

You grin at him as he smiles at you before suddenly, your bubble is broken by the ringing of his phone. Both of you sigh as you pull away to let Aaron get his phone and answer the call. Aaron holds you to his side as he talks to who appears to be ‘Cherlyn’. You see him frown as he agrees to…something...and move your hand to smooth out his frown lines, making him smile at you.

“What is it?” You ask as soon as he puts down his phone, making him sigh.

“We might have to reschedule going out. That was Manny’s mom. Jack was supposed to have a sleepover at his place tonight, but they are going to have to reschedule.” Aaron sighs as he hugs you close.

“So? We can just take Jack with us.” You shrug as you snuggle into him.

You look up when you feel him stop playing with your hair you, which you just now noticed that he was even doing. He is looking down at you surprised, making you raise your brows at him before grabbing his hand and making his hand comb through your hair.

“You sure you want to take Jack along?” Aaron questions as he takes the queue and starts playing with your hair again.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” You furrow your brows in confusion at his question.

“I…I don’t really know. I just wanted to make sure that you wanted to take Jack with us.”

You kiss him, holding him close by the lapels his suit jacket, before pulling away to reassure him that you definitely wanted to take Jack with you. Just as he pulled you in for another sweet kiss, a knock echoed through the room, followed by JJ’s voice, making you pull away with a huff.

“Later baby.” Aaron kisses your cheek as you get sorted and make sure you look professional enough to go back out.

You open the door to a grinning JJ making you shake your head as you go back to your desk. Derek and Emily try to interrogate you about why Hotch had called you into his office and if it was for work or for other stuff. You wave them off, saying that it was work and just a check-in to see how my mandatory leave was. They continue pestering you a bit more before stopping when Dave tells them off.

Later, just as you come back from Garcia’s office after getting her help with something in the file you are working on, you see a text from Aaron on your personal phone.

Be ready by 7. Dress super comfy.

You smile as you text him back. Bring me a hoodie. You look at his office window to see him smiling at his phone before shaking his head. You grin, giddy about whatever Aaron has planned, as you get back to work with more vigor to get done as soon as possible so you can get on with your date.

You clean up and get ready to leave as soon as you are done, not planning on staying back to see the faces of the team when Hotch leaves early. You know that their reactions will be hilarious but making cookies for your boys and their happiness will be worth it in comparison.

You make your way to Hotch’s office to give in your files, making Derek and Emily question you about your plans since you are already done with work. You ignore them, giggling as you get into Hotch’s office, giving him the files before asking if you could leave.

“On one condition.” Aaron says in a stern voice, continuing when you raise your eyebrows in question. “Give me a kiss and you can go.”

You laugh out loud at that before moving around his desk to give him a kiss. Just as you go to pull away, Aaron pulls you in again, deepening the kiss this time before letting you go.

“See you at seven Agent Hotchner.” You grin as you blow him a kiss before leaving his office.

Derek and Emily tease you a bit as you get your things, singing the kissing song making you chuckle. You wish them a goodbye before making your way to the elevators. The last thing you hear as the glass doors close behind you is Reid questioning someone about what song Derek and Emily were singing making you laugh out loud.

As you get home, you are buzzing with excitement and anticipation as you put on some music before going into the kitchen to start the cookies. You use the cookie dough you bought on your last grocery run, making some nutella filled cookies and topping some with m&ms. You pop them in the oven, setting a timer according to the instructions on the cookie dough container.

You check the time before making your way to the shower. A quick shower and a change of clothes later, you get the cookies out of the oven, leaving them out to cool down while you lay on the couch, almost falling asleep, as you wait for Aaron to get here.

A phone call from Aaron that he is downstairs later, you pack up the cookies and make your way down after locking up your apartment. You grin and literally run when you see Aaron’s car parked near the entrance.

You open the back door, jumping in as you greet the boys in the front, grinning at the happy smile and excited shout you get at the mention of cookies.

“So? What’s the plan?” You ask, leaning ahead and across the middle console at the front.

“Can I tell her daddy?” Jack asks, practically jumping in his seat as you both turn to Aaron.

“Go ahead buddy.” Aaron chuckles. You peck his cheek before turning your attention to the little Hotchner.

“We are gonna get pizza! And we’re gonna go to a waterfall and stargaze! We are gonna go to the wildlife park I went to on Sunday from school!” Jack tells you excitedly and you go along with the same level of genuine excitement.

The rest of the car ride is spent with you chatting with the boys about their time together while you were away, as if you didn’t already know about most of it, and playing car games with them as you get the pizza and some drinks before getting to your destination. Aaron drives the car to a spot on the cliff, right above the waterfall, before putting the car in park.

“Alright guys,” Aaron turns in his seat to better face you and Jack, “we are going to collapse the seats in the back and open the trunk door so that it’s one big open space for us to eat. Jack, hold onto the drinks and pizza. You have to make sure not to drop the food or drinks. Okay?”

“Aye, aye captain!” Jack gives Aaron a mock salute as he takes the food and drinks, making the two of you chuckle.

“And y/n, you are going to have to get out of the car and help me collapse the seat. But first, put on the hoodie.” Aaron hands you a maroon hoodie.

“Aye, aye captain!” You mimic Jack and give Aaron a mock salute as you take the hoodie, making Jack break into a fit of giggles.

You quickly put on the hoodie before joining Aaron outside and helping him collapse the seats, throwing around the pillows and blankets to make it comfier. You help Jack move to the back while Aaron gets settled in.

The next hour is spent in a blissful state of laughter, good food and a game of Jenga. You take a moment to just absorb the happiness surrounding you, just glad to have this, have the Hotchner boys in your life and so close to your heart.

That’s when you realize, you really do love them. You realize that you want to spend the rest of your life like this with this little family. But it also scares you because this is the first time you have genuinely felt this much love for someone, let alone two people. Of course, you love your biological family, but not nearly as much as you love your family at the BAU. But even that doesn’t compete to the love you are feeling right now for your boys.

I wish I could just stay in this moment for forever. You grin up at Aaron as he kisses your cheek with a smile, pulling you and Jack in for a quick hug.

“We should go look at the stars now.” You mumble into the hug before pulling away to look out at the sky.

“Wowww…” Jack gets out of the car as he looks at the sky with you.

Being in a forest-covered area has its perks. One of them is that there is practically zero light pollution so you can see the millions of stars in the sky above you.

You see Aaron get out of the car and laying down a blanket and a few pillows before sitting down and calling you and Jack over to lay down with him. You lay down with Jack in between you and Aaron as you look at the sky, completely mesmerized by the view.

When you turn your head to look at Aaron, you see him staring at you with a soft smile, making you blush slightly. You quickly peck his lips over Jacks head, mumbling about how he should be looking up at the stars.

“But you are my brightest star. There’s no other star I would rather look at.” Aaron smiles at you and you can see the genuineness in his eyes.

You give him a smile before pulling him in for a sweet, passionate kiss, wanting him to know just how much you love him because you literally can’t put your love into words. You just love him so much.

Aaron kisses you back with just as much vigor before you pull away to get a breath of air. Both of you breath a little heavy as you smile at each other. You look down at Jack to see him blissfully asleep.

“We should get him back home.” You play with Jack’s hair softly as Aaron agrees. “I’ll get him to the car. Should I lay him in the back seat?”

“If you can wait a few minutes, let me just get the seats back up, I don’t want him without a seatbelt.” Aaron says as he gets up. You give him a quick nod as you continue playing with Jack’s hair.

Fifteen minutes later, you are all set in the car and on your way back to your apartment. You bask in the comfortable silence beside Aaron, playing with the fingers of his free hand in your lap.

You give Jack a quick kiss on the forehead and an ‘I love you’ as you get out of the car at your apartment building before closing the door and turning to Aaron and almost falling into his open arms for a hug. You kiss him goodbye and go into your apartment building with a last ‘I love you’.

As soon as you get into your apartment, you move to your living room balcony to wave Aaron goodbye, receiving a flying kiss before he leaves. You move to your bedroom, falling back on your bed with a sigh and wishing you were in another bed instead, next to Aaron.

Your last thought before you succumb to sleep? I hope I get to marry him.

[janahanooo]

plssss write something nice and romi ant mammon and the mc im actually in tears i lvpe him so mcuh help me i’m crying

'Kay anon, I like the font.

Mc: I love you

Mammon: ypu don't, yoi likr mx brothews more...

Mc: aww, don't cry baby, you're still my beloved

Mammon: but you didn't kiss me!!!

Mc: ...I don't kiss you one time, and you acuse me of not loving you?

Mammon: ...sorry mc... can I kiss you?

Mc: yeah you can <3

[schrodingers-romy]

Lrb the way I would be marking up choso's back would be insane. My man would look like he'd been in a fight with a feral cat

[gingerbreadmonsters]

Author's Choice for the title tag game, please?

romi's talking about this tag game (still open!) <3

ROMI!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 ok. ok listen. i have been holding onto this ask for a little while bc i didn't know if this was ever going to turn into something for real - it has now sailed past 5k and i think i'm completely fucked, so for my author's choice i am actually going to choose something that was not on the initial list.....??? 🤠🤠 do enjoy, and nobody mention that i have no idea what im doing lol

[gingerbreadmonsters]

ROMI

sweet romi!! i hear requests are open and i come bearing prompts, if it so pleases my lady - you've turned my head with who did this to you? where are they? with vega and warden 👀👀

(i'm aware that these two are not exactly everyone's cup of tea, which is of course perfectly fine - if the juices aren't flowing for that one, then hopefully what, am i not allowed to look at you? with gavin and freelancer is a little bit more the vibe 💕🫶)

Thank you for the chance to write some Warden/Vega, ginger! I think this is the first time I’ve portrayed both Vega and Warden in the same scene. Rather than try to predict what’s to come in their timeline, I decided to set this story in the past, shortly after Vega was incarcerated at the D.U.M.P. facility. Hope you enjoy!

Rating: T ; WC: ~1.3K ; Prompts: Warden/Vega, “Who did this to you? Where are they?”

Read this oneshot on AO3!

[queermentaldisaster]

Romy my beloved <3

[ripplestitchskein]

Also, Morph.

I was too busy letting child/teenage Steffie freak out about the delicious Romy relationship drama and that it’s setup from jump as being a large story focus, and how amazingly they handled keeping the feel and tone of the show (I love that the animation is true to the original, they could have modernized it, but they kept that choppier feel - it’s perfection. Gah I can’t. Morph. This post is about Morph.)

Morph is genius. Adding them to the show in this capacity is such a brilliant galaxy brained move. Like, not only does Wolverine get his bestie back, Morph also gives us little flashes of other beloved characters that probably won’t be making an appearance. And I love that this show about bigotry and othering can finally explore the NB aspect of their character. They are also hilarious. The Jean and Scott joke had me cackling.

And the show is using their ability BRILLIANTLY. I already loved the evolution of how everyone was using their powers (Cyclops using his concussive ray for movement in the warehouse made me yell.) because it showed natural progression, team dynamics, so many amazing combos. So many adaptations, including the OG X-Men cartoon don’t take any creative license with the powers or use them in new and interesting ways and X-Men 97 was like “Nah, bitch, we getting wild with this”. And Morph is going to BE SO GOOD AT IT.

My only issue. MY ONLY ISSUE, is Morph keeps tricking me. I keep forgetting Morph being around is a thing now so when Lady Deathstrike (Yuriko, my beloved, the movies did you so dirty) popped up I was like WHAT and then me and my partner were like “FUCK, MORPH”.

It happened like twice 🤣 and it will def continue to happen.

I just have a lot of feelings. So many feelings.