#the others just need to feel more like themselves for me to like it

[procrastinatingfeminist]

Yeah this is this one thing i feel ambivalent about. On one hand a well known actor (any celebrity not grandfathered into their money and privilege, actually, actors ain't that speshful) has the reach and the audience that very few people in the world can command. Look how many people Taylor Swift compelled to register to vote, just with a few compassionate tweets. Look on the other spectrum of the example, of how many vicious, despicable misogynists has JKR managed to instrumentalize in ostrasizing an Olympic athlete, just because of her greed and because the only thing keeping her relevant anymore is tearing into women so deviate from the western white beauty standard. So, obviously, Pedro does have a lot of power that he can wield. And he often did it, for good cause, when he spoke out about being an ally to trans people, and probably other things too.

On the other hand, his job is being an actor, not the UN ambassador. An actor is, when you get down to it, only a person, who is encumbered by their own limited intelligence, their biases, their beliefs, their cultural upbringing. Why do we constantly harass them to demonstrate model behaviours, to have the right answers about god, and universe, and everything? It is not fair to them. It becomes even more ridiculous when grown ass men and women start asking barely grown up child actors for answers that they should have already intuited themselves, for fucks sake, if they weren't so morally and intellectually bankrupt!!! You don't need Daniel Radcliffe saying to you that bullying is bad or the Seamus, Dean and Neville actors declaring that being homophobic is actually kinda cringe. Pierce Morgan isn't going to be suddenly converted by their quotes, and if this old ass fuck still haven't haven't learned by now how harmful his beliefs are, no amount of badgering a celebrity into voicing their opinion is going to change that, because it is no longer about lack of knowledge, but about lack of moral integrity. Actors aren't superior human beings just because they are famous. They have a pretty specific skill set, and thats it. Some are smart, some are geniuses, but some are also actually pretty dumb, and some are vile. There are plenty actors who happily voted leopard party, before they discovered that their faces are not immune from being eaten.

And on the other other hand, the situation today is not what it was eight years ago, six years ago. US is becoming a full blown fascist state with no checks and balances. Last election period you could still go "lets agree to disagree" without facing career-ending - god, i would actually go so far as to say life-ending - consequences, because the plurality of opinions was still practiced. Now? If someone famous like Pedro fucking Pascal, someone who Disney corporation is invested in backing, because he is the face of one of their best known Star Wars franchises, feels unsafe to offer a public opinion? This is pure, unadelterated fascism. There is no quibbing about it. His career is tied to Hollywood. I bet he already thought about quietly disappearing to Denmark for a few years and starring in a couple of indie european movies - it's not like he hurts for money - but no country in Europe has big enough movie making market to be a long-term solution. And if Trump guts the movie industry with his tariffs as he spouted off, it won't even be an option, because once you go, you are out. And that kind of suffocating, gut-heaving existential fear changes a person. I thankfully remember it only with a distant haziness that comes from living your childhood in such a regime, and it still keeps me up in cold sweat from time to time, and he seems to have a similar experience, but what does it say about our timeline that this feeling is increasingly becoming familiar like it is here to stay, like an unwanted roommate that doesn't pay rent and mooches off your groceries, but you also cannot evict?

Pedro Pascal EDDINGTON - Press Conference - Cannes 2025

[gay-dorito-dust]

Imagine being Bob's s/o who says overdramatic shit on the daily (like "why has god forsaken me" or "i require substinance") and accidentally infect Bob with it

For example:

Walker was bitching about Bob being a lil useless and not going on missions, so bob hits him with the

Bob: Thine presence here is makes everyone feel abyssmal

Walker cannot even be mad, Ava is stealing that one, everyone is proud

I went a little mad here but I couldn’t pass it up.

Bob can be a little dramatic himself, this I firmly believe with my whole heart.

Your dramatic sayings were funny enough with how you’d rest your head upon his shoulder, causing him to look up from his book to address you with a soft: ‘are you okay there?’

You’d hit him with; ‘I have been in a turmentulohus battle with my bedsheets for the past ten minutes, it was awful, nasty brutal that I even got an injury from it.’ You then shove your arm in front of him to show the bruise your got from falling out of bed when the bedsheets got tangled with your feet.

Bob plays along as he’s gentle with his hold on your arm, kissing your bruise, muttering: ‘you fought valiantly my love, the win is yours and this bruise is merely a sign of such a victory as will the many more you shall bear in the future.’ Your dramatics have rubbed off on him a while back and now he couldn’t help but indulge in those said dramatics of yours, as it was one of the only things that truly felt like your own little thing as a couple, something that was made special when only you two did it as though it was a kind of love language you made all by yourself and Bob wanted to reciprocate it back to you.

There was multiple times where you’d walk over to him or crawl under his sweater, claiming that the ‘light was threatening your mere existence by being a shade brighter then it was yesterday,’ as you took respite against his chest and leeching off of his warmth. Or like the time where you came back from a mission, rushing into his arms, proclaiming to the others that ‘your reunion with your lover was long overdue, never wanting to part from his side ever again even if it was by the will of god themselves, willing to fight such a higher being if it meant being held and loved so gently by a man of such kindness and compassion such as him.’ His face was red as cherries but the smile upon his face didn’t lie as he tried to calm his heart before it bursts from his chest.

Yet the one time Bob had used such dramatic language was when John was talking out of his ass and needed to be humbled somewhat. So when the opportunity arrived where he could say something, Bob said: ‘does the sound of one’s voice must permeate the peaceful silence, a silence so peaceful of which was pre established before one’s distrustful presence was introduced? No? Then silence must be restored to it’s rightful place.’

You were proud as fuck hearing Bob put John in his place, finding it hot as fuck, while the others were struggling to understand what had just happened. Did…did Bob really did that? Was this your influence rubbing off on him? And why did it sound cool and eloquent yet sounding so brutal and humbling at the same time?

John’s still trying to comprehend it all.

Ava is definitely going to use such language against John from now on.

Yelena is just proud and smirking at John’s expression.

Alexei is laughing loudly, equally proud of Bob for stunning John into silence.

And you were just staring at Bob with love and adoration in your eyes, happy for him in verbally handing John his ass on a platter, planning to smother him in celebratory kisses later when you both went back to your room. He deserves that at the very least.

[the-tarot-witch22]

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Pile 1

(The cards I got for you - knight of pentacles, the star, the hermit, justice)

Okay so first of all so major arcanas for you guys, trust me something life changing will be happening for you, it could be a major transition period, for some of you I am feeling you guys lost someone close to you? And you haven't been yourself for a while now, you feel lost? almost as if things aren't going your way atleast for now, I also feel the energy almost as if you are emotionally exhuasted. Anyhow let's dive deeper into your reading, okay loves, first of all universe wants you to be patient, this group is almost impulsive, or rather act on instinct or just without thinking, universe is saying "patience my child", i am also seeing you all or many of you try to manifest and when it doesn't work in try, you are like "why me?", "why must i suffer"? universe right now is dragging your ass out, that all you have to is listen trust me and you dont do that and you blame me back!? Damn it I am also feeling that universe wants you to focus yourself on your career or invest in your hobbies, and also look with in instead of distracting yourself with outer things, even if its uncomfortable more like "feel the feelings", I am also feeling that something about learning lessons, you dont have to go through one thing again and again, you can learn, but some of you guys here are stubborn, and don't see it that way, also i got a message that "no dont go back to your situationship", let's move forward and deeper into your reading, I am seeing and feeling that most of you guys here are intuitive , and do tarot/astro, universe is telling you to hone your skills, I am also feeling that the storm you are facing and faced in your life WILL NOT last forever, I am seeing and hearing you guys need a vacation or just some alone time for yourself, or maybe even open up about your feelings to people around you or close to you, no you won't be judged, there is hope guys, you are not alone, but again the message with pour the love you give outside to within you, you dont need external validation you are you are doing okay, its almost like universe is gently patting you on head, like our child you are enough, I am also seeing that some of you guys need to stand up for yourself you guys can stand up for others but themselves, so change that, you guys are truly embodient of balanced energy, but a small thing can rattle you, I am hearing "keep living, it does get better", universe is being very straightforward with you that you need to keep going, and not give up.

These are all the messages I have gotten for you my loves, hope it resonates and makes sense!

Signs - If you are a libra/Sagittarius/Leo/Taurus - Sun/moon/rising, and if you are wearing yellow/white/black/pink/blue tshirt/hoodie/sweatshirt, or i am seeing some of you guys lying, almost sleepy or like phone will fall on your face, if you might be near a charging port or refrigerator, or some of you could be drinking water.

pile 2

(The cards I got for you - ace of wands, 6 of pentacles , knight of pentacles, tower, 10 of wands)

Okay so the very first thing I feel and heard is "let your creativity shine", this pile might be very into artsy stuff, or enjoy the smaller art or moments in life, I am also seeing this group as who is most often percieved as "attractive to others" even if you don't see it yourself, you guys this pile had me, because I see you all go through you numerous amount of backstabbing or family issues, but still i see you, universe is proud of you my loves they will reward you too, and very soon! Okay so let's dive into your reading, so i am seeing and hearing that universe wants to say that, you guys need to apply for the jobs/colleges or even new type of hobbies, that you move, and be passionate about, I am seeing lots of procastination here, so don't actually do something even if its reading a book, it's like make the effort, the energy here is truly lazy ngl, hehe, so moving forward, I am seeing you will be the given a chance to work on a project soon, take that and you will shine, it will be kind of new opportunity for you, which you should take, I also am getting the message to wear what you want some of you could feel self conscious, but i am seeing you want that dress? wear that, step into your power, I am also feeling that you guys should might come across people from past, its upto you if you wanna talk to them or not. I am also feeling that you should help when you can small charity and donation, whatever you wish, and say you are grateful, i know it's cliche but small things like this truly help a lot, you might even start a new job soon, but be careful of the mental and emotional pressure, I am also feeling that, you guys need to rest just for a bit, not procastinating but actually breathe and journal, meditate, I am feeling universe is gonna send you a future partner soon/ or you may have already met them, anyhow! universe is telling you almost some of you might have gone through emotional upheavel or even harsh circumstances weeks/months ago, but don't worry you are gonna get back on track, you are again gonna feel better, you are not stuck you are just human, I also feel all of your stagnant work will be successful! "You are strong, but don't bear all the burdens alone", you don't have to, you dont have to pretend you are okay, cry it out, dance, heal, grow, and use your magic to build something for yourself!

So, that's it pile 2 hope you enjoyed!

Signs - If you are a aries/ saggitarius/virgo/capricorn/gemini - Sun/moon/rising, and if you are wearing tank top, striped tshirt, black/white/dark blue/printed, or some of you could be in car/or your dining room/kitchen while you see this.

Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3

[heartyluv]

Not the same anon that originally requested this, but I absolutely loved your fic where Zayne and Sylus react to you saying you want to be the first to die. The way you wrote their reactions was perfect and wonderful to read, and (if you’re interested, of course) I’d love to see how the other three guys would also reply to such a statement c:

I only recently found your account and I can’t wait to read through more of your works <3

Note: I’m so happy that you enjoyed and even more so that you’re considering reading more. It makes me super happy. I’m really hoping I wrote Xavier and Rafayel accurately. I’m kinda nervous about theirs, but I hope you enjoy, luvly!

Warning: Mentions of Xavier in an accident, Mentions of Caleb dying (THEY ARE OKAY!!!)

Link to Zayne and Sylus’ <3

Creds to @/enchanthings-a for the divider!

Rafayel

You were elated when your boyfriend invited you over for a little date in his studio. Of course you said yes, because not only is Rafayel hard to say no to, but his studio is one of your favorite places to be.

It’s where you feel your safest to create, and it’s not just about painting. You draw, color, and even write poetry when you’re there. You completely understood what he meant when he told you that the energy in this place was so empowering because you’ve experienced it first hand.

As you and he work on your own respective projects side by side, he starts telling you about how he recently rewatched Romeo and Juliet. You listened intently, even if you already knew the story. But it was as he told it that you found yourself growing slightly emotional.

The story is something almost everyone is familiar with, whether they learned it in school or took it upon themselves to read it on their own time.

The story of two people loving each other so much and so hard that it kills them, because the mere thought of them not being alive to experience life with you, build a stronger love with you, makes nothing else feel worth it—it’s incredibly heartbreaking. And now that you have a boyfriend, the sentiment is much heavier. The thought of Rafayel dying, stirs a pain so uncomfortable in your chest that you know never, ever want to experience it.

“Hey,” he calls to you gently, noticing how dazed out you seemed. He sees the tears forming right above your waterline when you face him, and immediate concern is etched across his ethereal face.

“Let me guess? It makes you cry too?” he teases, gently rubbing your cheek and smearing a faint light blue paint on your skin. “I’m not ashamed to say that I succumb to the emotions every time myself. I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t.”

But when you don’t laugh, when your lower lip quivers the more you memorize his features like he’ll disappear, he began to realize this has become something he needs to take a little more seriously.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asks innocently, completely dumbfounded by your change in emotions.

“I’m so sorry,” you finally speak, your words fumbling out as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You feel embarrassed, but you know better than to feel that way around him. He always makes sure you know that embarrassment will never be a real thing between you two. Nothing is off-limits. “It just…the story. It makes me think of you—of us.”

He tilts his head, his soft purple hair swaying across his forehead. “Oh? What do you mean?”

You sigh, taking a deep breath as you get ready to lay your little heart out on the table like you’ve done for him dozens of times.

“Rafayel, I legitimately cannot lose you,” you emphasize, feeling your heart thump harder in your chest from intense emotions. Your voice is shaky as you continue. “And I know this is so random and I didn’t mean to make you telling me about your movie night into a whole thing, but the thought of me experiencing anything in this life without you makes me..sick. It would break me. It makes me realize that I have to be the first one to go the day our time on this Earth is up.”

He smiles softly as you, cupping your cheek in his hand. “Have you seen how I act when you take more than five extra minutes to come home?”

That makes you laugh, a joyous feeling sparking in your being. Most people dislike anyone who turns something serious into something lighthearted, but your Raf always has a way of making heavy situations and conversations feel weightless.

“But in all seriousness,” his face shifts to match his tone to let you know that he takes your worries and thoughts seriously. “I don’t want to hear you talk like that. Ever. You know why?” He stands from his stool, walking to stand between your leg where you sit. “Because we are never going to be apart. I’ve already told you before, you’re not allowed to leave me.” He winks, making the tension ease.

“I’d swim across every ocean for you a million times over. For a man like me to find and experience the love of someone more glorious than himself, it’s not a privilege I take for granted. I’ve always been Rafayel, but I can admit that I will always be a better him, with you beside me. You add too much value and good to my life for you to ever think that I could actually survive without you. I can deal with a lot, but a world with no you? That’s too harsh.”

He presses his forehead to yours. “You have nothing to worry about. I feel just as intensely as you do, pretty girl. I don’t want you thinking of what could be. Think of everything in between, yeah?”

He leans down to kiss your lips and you desperately cling to him. “You’ll never lose me and l’ll never lose you, fair?”

You chuckle, knowing that conversations like this make his heart hurt, too. Similarly to you, your boyfriend hates the idea of abandonment or being separated from you for any reason. He doesn’t take the idea of it lightly. But when he needs to be stronger for you, there’s nothing powerful enough to crush his will to protect your heart.

“Fair,” you nod with a smile.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” He kisses your nose. “Now, why don’t we go for a walk on the beach? We can see about getting something sweet on the way.” He holds his hand out to you and when you slide your hand into his, you know that no matter what the further holds, thinking of what you have now will always be more important.

Xavier

You almost had a heart attack when the hospital called you to let you know that your boyfriend has been in a car accident. They assured you it wasn’t serious, but the only person you’ve ever loved and accident being in the same sentence, made you experience emotions you never thought you were capable of.

They said he couldn’t have called you himself since he was going through some tests and check ups, but not being able to hear his voice made you feel…insane.

When you ran into the hospital, begging for his name and room number, a nurse walked you to him with too much ease. You needed her to be faster, much faster.

“He’s right there. Room 410,” the lady politely smiles. You can’t bother with kindness, moving past her and rushing into the room. He’s sitting on a hospital bed, his blood pressure being checked by the doctor standing beside him.

“Hon,” he says with slightly wide eyes. “I guess the hospital called you.”

“Xavier, oh my god,” you cry, running towards him. You cup his face in your hands, running your eyes over him like your scan is better than a doctor’s. “Are you in pain? How’s your head? Your body?” His eyes stay on you the whole time as you examine him, the doctor chuckling softly beside you both.

All you smell is alcohol, rubber gloves, and oversaturated—but necessary—cleanliness. You don’t like him here. You don’t like it one bit.

“You’re free to go home,” the doctor confirms. “Just make sure you take the pain medicine if you need it. Other than that, nothing to worry about.”

When the doctor leaves, you finally weep. You thought the absolute worst. You thought you lost him.

“I was so scared,” you cry, resting your head on his shoulder as his hands comes to the back of your head to soothe you. “What happened?”

“The taxi I was taking to come see you…A car came out of nowhere down the intersection on a red light, and it was a hard collision against the backseat area where I sat. I saw it last minute before I was able to move, just barely.”

“Xavier… I..” you trail off, not even wanting to finish. “I can’t lose you, Xav. I would rather die than lose you.”

“You don’t mean that,” he says gently, his hand going down your back.

“I do. I can’t live without you. We can’t control how it ends, but however it does, you can never be the one to go first. I’ll never survive it.”

“And neither would I,” he asserts. “A life without you is a life I don’t care to have. Losing you is essentially the death of me.” It falls silent between you two as he makes you pull back to look at him.

“How about this? How about both of us make it a point to be present for as long as we can. Like you said, while we can’t control the end, we can control what our current reality is. And that’s you and I together, loving each other, being here for each other.”

You nod, melting into his touch as he wipes your stray tears. “Don’t say things like that though, okay? Even in extreme situations as concerning as this. I don’t like to think of anything happening to you just as much as you don’t like it for me. Your life is too important to me for you to say anything so drastic over yourself.”

“You’re right,” you sniffle, making it a point to kiss him again—this time extra hard. “I won’t, I swear. But YOU,” you point a finger at his chest. “You’re not allowed to leave the house for the next…forever!”

He smiles, kissing your hand then pulling you close again to kiss the side of your neck. “I’m sure you’ll make sure of that?”

You run your hand through his hair, giggling as he sporadically places kisses wherever his lips will land. “You can count on it.”

Caleb

You shot out of your sleep, your heart racing and your body dampened with a thin sheen of sweat. Cold wet tears fall down your cheeks and you quickly wipe them away, not liking how they feel on your skin. You blink tiredly in the dark bedroom, looking over to where Caleb is supposed to be. Not only was he not there, but it was cold when you placed your palm against the bed. He’s been gone awhile.

You had another nightmare. For some reason, they’ve been plaguing you more and more lately, their origin not making sense when the events occur in your sleep state. But this one, this was the worst by far.

The imagery of Caleb dead. Shot and killed. It replayed over and over until your mind finally won the right battle, letting you wake up to see your reality. But the fact that Caleb wasn’t beside you, it made you panic.

You threw the blankets back, put your slippers on, and exited the bedroom to search for him. You wouldn’t allow that dream to make you think it was real, that he was actually gone. You refused.

He wasn’t hard to find at all though, sitting in his hobby room, putting together another aircraft set he collected. He heard the door open, turning around to see you. He smiled widely, turning fully in his office chair. You didn’t waste a moment more, walking up to him briskly. He pressed his head to your stomach, kissing it tenderly before looking up at you.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” you question softly.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he shrugs. “Didn’t wanna wake you, so I just came to mess with this.” He sees the sadness on your face, the dewdrop tears that rested on your lashes that you didn’t wipe away when he looks up.

“You’ve been crying?” he stands immediately, ready to handle whatever has his girl in distress. “What happened?”

You try to smile the sadness away, but you see it all over again. You rest your forehead on his chest, your body shaking as you silently cry. You understand that it’s okay—normal, to be emotional about something like this, but you feel like no one will ever get it unless they’ve experienced it. His death… it felt so vivid. It makes your whole body ache.

“I had a nightmare,” you weep, trying to push it out. “That you died, Caleb. It felt so real…I had to make sure. And when you weren’t in bed I…”

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispers, kissing your head before wrapping his arms around you. You press your hands to his back, pressing close just to make sure he’s real.

“I’d die without you, Caleb. I wouldn’t be able to survive…” You choke on your sobs. “I’d rather it be me than you, every time. You don’t understand.”

“Never,” he says sharply, but not to cut. Just to make his point abundantly clear. “Death is never an option for you, do you understand me?” He’s stern, holding your face in his hands.

“I do understand what it’s like to love someone with your whole being, so much so that you can’t differentiate what’s you and what’s them because you’re so intertwined. It’s why I will never let you put me above you. Ever. Because you are what makes me. There is nothing for me if you’re gone.”

You only cry harder, trying to wipe the scene away from your brain and embrace this moment and all the good ones that’ll follow one day.

“I don’t want you to ever speak over yourself like that again. No matter what’s troubling you, causing you pain, rather than wishing it would happen in another way that would only bring you harm, just tell me about it so I can deal with the brunt of it. I’m meant to protect you, let me do that.”

You nod, letting him ease your overwhelming emotions. “I’m sorry,” you say meekly. “Can we go to bed, please? Together?”

“You don’t even need to ask. C’mon.”

He takes your hand, not pushing for details on the dream or the particulars. He’d never imagine making you relive something so traumatizing, even if it was fake. It was real enough to actually hurt you, and that was enough for him to make sure he comforts you to the best of his abilities because you in any type of pain is something he has always vowed to keep you safe from.

[little-jana]

"The Wrong Idea"

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Pregnancy misunderstanding (humorous), workplace teasing

Summary: The team thinks you're pregnant... why not have a little fun with them...

a/n: I think it's kinda obvious: I'm officially in my dad!hotch era and have sooo many ideas with this theme! Do you love it as much as I do? Do you want mooooore? 🪻

Being a member of the BAU often meant everyone on the team knew too much about each other. Spending countless hours together on cases and long flights left little room for privacy. Still, you hadn’t anticipated the whirlwind of chaos that erupted the moment they thought you were pregnant.

It started innocently enough, but as the speculation snowballed, it took on a life of its own—and the last person you expected to weigh in was Aaron Hotchner.

It began one morning at work, after a particularly rough case had kept alle of you up most of the night. You were leaning against the counter in the kitchenette, pouring yourself a cup of herbal tea instead of your usual coffee.

JJ appeared beside you, eyebrows raised. “Tea? Since when do you drink tea?”

You shrugged. “Just felt like it today.”

She tilted her head, studying you. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, a little confused by her sudden concern.

“Hmm,” she said, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

You didn’t think much of it until later that afternoon, when Garcia cornered you at your desk.

“You know, you’ve been looking absolutely radiant lately,” she said, her tone suspiciously sweet.

You glanced up at her. “Uh… thanks?”

“I’m serious,” she said, her eyes sparkling with something that looked a lot like mischief. “There’s just this… glow about you.”

“I think you’re imagining things,” you said, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” she said, winking at you before flouncing off.

---

By the end of the day, the comments were piling up.

Emily handed you her snack halfway through the afternoon. “Here, you should eat this. You need to keep your strength up.”

“Why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

She just smiled knowingly and walked away.

Even Rossi got in on the act, offering you unsolicited advice about “balancing work and family life” while Derek kept smirking at you like he knew something you didn’t.

It wasn’t until you overheard JJ and Emily whispering in the break room that you finally pieced it together.

“Do you think she’s told Hotch yet?” JJ asked.

Emily shook her head. “No way. But he has to know, right? I mean, they’ve been spending a lot of time together.”

You froze, you teacup halfway to your lips.

They thought you were pregnant.

At first, you were too stunned to say anything. But the more you thought about it, the funnier it became.

You weren’t pregnant, obviously. But the team had convinced themselves otherwise, and their attempts at subtlety were laughable at best.

You decided not to deny it outright. If they wanted to jump to conclusions, who were you to stop them? Besides, watching them tiptoe around the subject was too entertaining to pass up.

Of course, your plan backfired almost immediately...

The teasing began the next morning, when Derek caught you yawning during the morning briefing.

“Rough night?” he asked, a sly grin spreading across his face.

You shot him a look. “Not any rougher than yours, Morgan.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying, you should take it easy. You know, for the... baby.”

The room went silent.

You felt your face heat up as everyone turned to look at you, their expressions ranging from curious to downright amused.

“The what?” Hotch asked, his tone sharp.

Derek froze, clearly realizing he’d overstepped. “Uh… no baby. I was just joking.”

Hotch’s gaze flickered to you, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “Is there something I should know?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Garcia beat you to it.

“Oh, no, sir,” she said, grinning nervously. “Everything’s fine. Totally fine.”

Hotch looked unconvinced, but he didn’t press the issue. "We'll talk later about it."

The rest of the day was a blur of teasing comments and stolen glances. By lunchtime, you were ready to tear your hair out.

Garcia kept hovering around your desk, offering me snacks and bottles of water. JJ asked if you needed help with your workload. And Emily… well, Emily just smirked at you every time you passed her in the hallway.

You did y best to ignore them, but it wasn’t easy. Especially when Hotch kept looking at you like he was trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle.

It all came to a head that evening, after we wrapped up a meeting in Hotch’s office.

You were gathering your things when he closed the door behind you, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked, his voice low.

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat. “What do you mean?”

“The team seems to think you’re… expecting,” he said, his brow furrowing slightly.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “They’ve got some pretty wild imaginations, don’t they?”

He didn’t smile. “So, it’s not true?”

“Of course not,” you said, shaking your head. “Why would you even think that?”

“Because they won’t stop talking about it,” he said, his tone tinged with exasperation. “And you haven’t denied it.”

You hesitated, suddenly feeling a little guilty. “I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand. I just… didn’t correct them.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because it was funny,” you admitted, shrugging.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re impossible.”

You smiled, stepping closer to him. “But you love me anyway.”

He stared at you for a moment, his expression softening. “I do,” he said quietly.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“And for the record,” he added, his voice even lower, “I wouldn’t mind if it were true.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You wouldn’t?”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Not at all.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, a rush of emotions swelling in your chest. “Well,” you said softly, “maybe someday.”

“Someday,” he agreed, pulling you into his arms.

---

The next morning, when Derek made another joke about baby names, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re all ridiculous,” you said, shaking your head.

“Ridiculously accurate,” Emily said, smirking.

You glanced at Hotch, who was standing nearby with his arms crossed. He caught your eye and gave you a small, knowing smile.

“Not this time,” you said, grinning. “But you’ll be the first to know when it is.”

The team stared at you, their mouths falling open.

And for the first time all week, you felt like you had the upper hand.

[neigepomme]

Hi there! I just joined the LADS fandom a few weeks ago and am enjoying it a lot! My favorites are Xavier and Caleb, but the other boys are great too! I love reading everyone’s adaptations of them!

I was curious as to if you were taking requests right now! If you’re not, feel free to disregard this!

I was hoping I could get headcanons for each other the boys with a s/o who enjoys quality time with them, but is big on having their alone time too?

I see a lot of headcanons for them being extremely attached to their s/o (Caleb lol), but what would they do or how would they handle their s/o needing time to themselves alone, to recharge their social battery?

Again, don’t feel pressured to write them if you aren’t taking request! Thank you so much!!!

HIII WELCOME WELCOME!!! omg this topic is so real my social battery is unfortunately very easily depleted so i get it..

˙ ✩°˖ 💫 with xavier

⋆ xavier himself needs his own time to recharge in the form of naps, so when you let him know that you need some time apart to recharge? he most definitely gets it. being neighbors and all, he hopes you know that you can come by and let him know when you're up to interact though — but if you need a longer amount of time to recharge? he just sends over messages narrating what he's up to and letting you know that there's no pressure if you're not feeling up to reply back.

˙ ✩°˖ ☃️ with zayne

⋆ zayne's not the most extroverted either, especially after most days where he's exhausted from hospital shifts, so he understands that your alone time (and his) is important to maintain the relationship healthy. however, he does like basking in your presence so he suggests that you stay together but in different rooms or stay out of each other's way. there's something especially comforting about preparing a cup of tea and a plate of sweets for you, and deliver it to you in his living room, while he indulges in a book in his study. the most contact he'll do when you're having alone time is kiss your forehead before leaving the room to occupy himself with something else.

— "zayne ?"

— "just some food to keep you happy. i'll be upstairs if you need me."

and with a press of his lips to your forehead, he's gone but still within reach.

˙ ✩°˖ 🐟 with rafayel

⋆ rafayel.. takes it a bit harder. it took him years to find you, and even now that you're dating, it's still hard to fully wrap his head around it — he wouldn't do anything to push your boundaries though. instead, he settles for pouting a bit when you mention being unavailable so that you can recharge. he also complains about thomas and his daily life in your messages, but he always does it with the intent to make you laugh rather than to pressure you into answering. however, don't be too shocked when he comes across as more whiny and sulky in those texts.. it's his way to cope...

˙ ✩°˖ 🐦‍⬛ with sylus

⋆ sylus is similar to zayne, albeit a bit more chatty if that makes sense? he completely understands your need for alone time, but he does prefer it when you spend it in his manor rather than at your apartment, so far away from him. if you do insist on recharging at your own place, you'll most definitely get some deliveries that include your favorite lunch meal from your favorite cafe, or a bouquet of your favorite flowers. sylus has no issue with you taking time to yourself, but he hopes you'll let him indulge in spoiling you on your day off. he will let you know that he misses you through brief messages amidst flowers.

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ with caleb

⋆ caleb is a mix of all of the guys!! having grown up together and whatnot, he's fully aware of your habits, including you taking time off to relax and be by yourself. besides, he lives quite far from you already, so it's not like he isn't used to not being able to see you. however, after starting to date, it's a bit different? caleb likes to stick by you, but not in a way that's bothersome, instead settling for a voice call where the both of you are muted — he enjoys the comfort of knowing you're relaxing and recharging on the other end of the line, even without hearing your voice. don't be too surprised if you get a food delivery around lunch time, sent to you by a mysterious "mr. big apple" though!

[billieswh0r3]

✩︎ ’𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞’

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : billie is your girlfriend but they seem so close..you couldn’t help but feel jealous.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : mean!billie x jealous!reader, lowk angst, odessa being mean, hurt, name calling, no happy ending :(

𝐚/𝐧 : just needed to say i LOVE my baby odessa but sacrifices had to be made. also this is based in 2024 coachella soo yeah.

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.. ’𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞’

✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎

the sun was so fucking hot. you could feel yourself getting sticky in places you didn’t know you could get sticky. maybe the sun was the reason for your sour mood. or perhaps cause you haven’t eaten anything yet nor have you drank anything and you desperately needed both of those things.

or maybe..just maybe it was the fact that your girlfriend was all buddy buddy with odessa. yes they’re like best friends but..do best friends dance on each other like this. yes you used to do this when you were single. but your not single. billie is your girlfriend. your partner. she is not single. was this normal? should you not be feeling the things your feeling?

you roll your eyes watching the girls. your not upset. no that wasn’t this feeling. this feeling was like..you wanted to erase odessa from existence. like anger bubbling up more and more.

but billie? nah nothing she seems more than happy to have a girl who isn’t her girlfriend grind up on her. you scoff removing yourself from the crowd. if she could do that..why couldn’t you?

you would’ve done the exact same thing back to her but the feeling bubbling inside of your stomach spoiled everything. your stomach churned in disgust.

you were gonna get her attention. you knew how you were gonna do it. you smirk to yourself making your way to billie’s trailer. you sigh getting out of the sun as you begin to shuffle through your suitcase. you smile to yourself changing into a small frilly white skirt and a small cropped frilly white tank top, putting on your jewelry and boots as you feel confident to step out of the trailer.

if this didn’t get her attention then you were fucked.

you can feel it already. feel the eyes on you. the stares that are both from man and woman. you know this is petty. your leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. this is gonna piss her off, you were excited for her reaction but nervous for what she’s gonna say..or do.

when you get back to the stage your surprised to see that billie and odessa finally managed to peel themselves off each other.

sure odessa was all over your girlfriend but.. your not a bitch. you hum walking over to her seemingly cause you can’t find billie.

‘hey’ you say softly standing next to odessa. you see her give you a strict nod. ‘have you seen billie?’ you say looking up at her. ‘yeah, she’s going to get me a drink’ her voice laced with venom. she knew what she was doing. she was trying to irritate you. ‘oh..okay’ you nod confidently not wanting to show her that she got to you. but oh she definitely did.

the tension in your stomach was back. it was an awful feeling. it was nervousness and anger at the same time. ‘uh you guys looked like you were having fun up there’ you say trying to make small talk to not make it awkward. ‘oh yeah, billie really knows how to make a woman look good’ she says chewing her lip ever so slightly.

your face fell. who was she to be talking about your girlfriend like that. you couldn’t deal with it anymore. you push past her shoving your shoulder against hers. you hear her laugh loudly. not a nice, kind laugh but a vindictive laugh. she knew she was getting to you and she loved every second of it.

that was your last fucking straw. you push through the crowd to find billie. your breath finally eases as you spot her by the drink table. why was she not wondering where you were? you hadn’t been with her in an hour. yet she seemed completely relaxed.

you smile approaching her tugging on her shirt. ‘hi’ you smile lightly at her. you feel her turn to see you as her eyes dragging down your figure taking in your outfit. ‘look good baby’ she says lowly her arms circling your waist. you hum in acknowledgement leaning into her side.

‘you and odessa seemed to be having fun on stage’ you say softly wanting to know what shes gonna say. ‘mmh, yeah shes great..i don’t like dancing but for her i’d do it.’ your eyes nearly fell from their sockets.

you’ve asked her to dance. so many times. its always ‘i don’t know how’ ‘i don’t like dancing’. but she’ll dance with her? that had to be wrong right.

billie noticing you stiffen up next to her looks down at you quirking an eyebrow. ‘what’ she says sharply looking at your disheveled state.

‘you always said that..’ you trail off looking up at her. you see her gaze harden as she realizes what your referring to. ‘don’t start’ your eyebrows furrow at her sudden hostility. ‘it’s just odessa stop being insecure’ she growls her fingers digging into your side. you take yourself out from her side putting distance between you guys.

‘insecure? no shit ima be insecure, you were letting another girl grind down on your on stage.’ you snap your expression hardening. ‘yeah? that’s why your dressed like a slut?’ the pit in your stomach deepens. you immediately feel even more insecure at her words.

‘fuck you, your an asshole’ you say holding your head high not wanting her to make you cry. ‘yeah go cry like you always do..annoying..’ she mummers taking a sip of her drink.

you stare at her in shock. did she fall out of love. she’s the one that brought you were. she fucking insisted. ‘w-why’re you being so mean’ you ask looking at her softly not being to mask your emotions anymore.

‘cause ‘ve been feeling it for a while but you being insecure and clingy just solidified it. we’re not fit for eachother’ its like you were being punched in the gut. she’s been falling out of love for a while?

‘is it cause of her’ you ask not caring if your gonna her hurt at this point. the moment you see her nod you felt the world crumble.

‘she’s just so much better than you. she’s prettier than you ever were, she’s funner, her personality is better and she’s not a clingy bitch like you are’ thats when the tears start to fall. your world was being ripped away from you. we’re you really that bad. ‘i don’t wanna be with you anymore.’ she says with a laugh.

was this really funny to her? cause to you this was everything but funny. you don’t say anything you just turn around walking back to the trailer to grab your things.

your head was spinning, tears blurred your vision you ran into multiple people. your ears start to ring as your chest begins to tighten. fuck. people are staring you can’t be crying.

you wipe your tears quickly making your ways towards the trailer. you try so hard to keep it in but you can’t. the pain is overwhelming. the tears fall without you even wanting them to.

you dont know when you reached the trailer. but when you do thats when everything finally snaps. sobs rack out of your body as you slide down against the wall. it smells like her. the sheets you were both in this morning when she was telling you how much she loved you. liar.

you let out loud strangled sobs as you run your hands over the sheets. her clothes neatly in her suitcase. was she planning this. breaking your heart so easily like this.

you care so much..but you can’t stay. you needed to get out of here. even the mere thought of her made you cry harder. she couldn’t give two fucks. and thats what hurts you the most. the three years you spent together down the drain. into the trash like it never happened.

as you were making your way to the parking lot you look towards the stage. you see them. again dancing like this never happened. you hear people begin to talk. ‘they’re so cute together.’ ‘look at how billie looks at her..she’s in love. eyes don’t lie.’

you scoff through your tears making your ways towards the parking lot again. you didn’t know how you were gonna get home but you would figure it out.

anywhere was better than here.

[miaoua3]

Love your jeonghan period comfort. Could I request the same thing for Vernon?

Thanks! Have a great day!

hi! thank you so much for loving that hannie oneshot, and ofc i can do one for my boy bonon, hope you like it!

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••

(pairing: bf! vernon x f!reader)

you slowly open your eyes, blinking away the sleep. the room around you is dark except for the tv that is still playing the series you and vernon started watching. looking out of the window, you notice that it’s now dark outside as well, night having settled in the sky.

a mild hiss escapes you as you try moving your body a bit, cramps immediately making their reappearance upon your movements.

you give up on getting up and instead just settle in better. your hips are admittedly hurting from sleeping on your side while in the couch, but you don’t pay it any mind.

instead, you focus on your boyfriend.

vernon, a god sent angel apparently, took great care of you from the moment you woke up and noticed that you’ve gotten your period. from washing the sheets, showering with you (well, it was more you two just hugging while standing under the hot water stream but you did get clean in the end so), making you ramen, cuddling you, to taking care of you emotionally, giving you thousands of kisses on your forehead and lips, as well as babying you in his own vernon way that consisted of him gently holding your cheeks and saying “how can i help, babe?” while blinking with those extremely long eyelashes of his.

somewhere between the eaten snacks and you groaning in pain, you two settled on watching a series that you planned for a while, both of you settling on your couch.

vernon’s strong chest repeatedly pushed into your back as he breathed deeply, soft puffs of airs hitting the back of your head as he peacefully slept. one of his arms was under your head, actively acting as a pillow, while the other settled on your tummy, spread widely to provide your cramps with the much needed heat.

you heart swelled with love, noticing how his position hasn’t changed an inch for the few hours you two have been asleep.

somehow, that made you emotional. the way he loves you so gently and…adoringly, it made your eyes swell with a bit of tears.

you immediately turned in his hold, hugging him to yourself. tucking your head under his chin, you sniffle a bit as you pout at the emotions that you are feeling.

you moving was all it took for vernon to wake up, a deep breath being taken in by him. he immediately responds to your hug, hands wrapping themselves around your back as he quietly closes his eyes again.

they snap open, however, when he hears you sniffling again. his groggy but deep voice immediately starts investigating for a reason as to why.

“baby, what? why are you crying? are you okay? c’mere.”

the way he tries pulling you deeper in his arms because he knows how much you crave his touch in moments like this makes you break down even more, now starting to full-on cry.

he shushes you a bit, lips trying to find your forehead to kiss it as he whispers words like “it’s okay, i’m here” and “i got you”.

you finally tell him through your soft crying “i-i just-i just love you so-so much-“, stopping to let out a few sobs for a few seconds, “i can’t ima-imagine my l-life without y-you. you-you love me so-so gently i-i just-“, and that’s about all you can get out before you start sobbing into his neck even more.

vernon smiles to himself gently, adoring how cute you are. he knows this is probably just hormones talking, but he can’t help at how your words make him feel so proud-proud that he’s doing a good job at loving you, proud at how you are literally his girl, his sunshine, the centre of his universe, that he can’t help himself but to softly bring your face out of his neck and in front of his face so he can kiss you.

his lips gently part your own as his hands brush away your tears, trying to pour all of his love into you through this one kiss. he doesn’t use his tongue-he wants this hug to remain soft, gentle, and loving. instead, he switches between slowly kissing the upper and them the lower lip.

somewhere between the minutes of kissing, and just laying on the couch as you do so, he lets a few “i love you’s” slip out of his mouth.

he knew that you knew that as well. you just had a full-on crying session about it after all.

he just had to make sure.

yknow, for a good measure.

[cross-d-a]

First, I love Gurathin with all my heart. His bitchy energy is 10000/10 and it translates SO incredibly well in the new show. And I desperately love how even though Gurathin is presented as a very unlikeable character especially in relation to the other Preservation Aux members, the show makes an effort to show how much he actually cares about his friends. He’s so different from them and very standoffish, but the way he checks in on Mensah, quietly frets over Bharadwaj and how he confronts Murderbot and is incredibly protective and defensive of his friends (though in an awkward way that can be read as unpleasant)— it’s so clear he is full of anxious fear for the safety of his friends. He’s just a different kind of person than many people are used to, and it’s so beautiful to see that the Preservation Aux team recognizes that and loves and supports him anyway.

And let’s talk about the pronoun thing!!! Arada calls Murderbot “he” and Gurathin IMMEDIATELY corrects quite vehemently.

Gurathin: Do you get the feeling it doesn’t like us?

Arada: I don’t think he needs to like us

Gurathin: You’re right, IT doesn’t need to like us. IT needs to keep us safe.

OHMYGOD!!!!!!!! I smiled SO HARD during this part!!!! Without knowing Murderbot and its preferred pronouns it could come off as dehumanizing but- well. That’s kind of the point. Murderbot ISN’T human. It doesn’t consider itself remotely human. It is constructed of inorganic bot components and organic tissue and struggles with the concept of personhood throughout the series. But just because Murderbot isn’t human doesn’t mean it’s not a person. It’s just much more comfortable with it/its pronouns.

And Arada certainly meant no harm by calling Murderbot “he” because when Arada looks at Murderbot she definitely sees a person and automatically defaults to what she knows— but I adore Gurathin for correcting her. And yes, Gurathin is definitely supposed to come off as suspicious and unlikeable in the beginning, just like in the books. And yes, the series wouldn’t be as good without SOMEONE being kind of a dick and questioning Murderbot and creating inside conflict— but that’s what makes the Murderbot Diaries even more powerful. That we can go from Murderbot and Gurathin vehemently disliking each other, to a few books later when Murderbot asks for help and Gurathin comes running with Ratthi.

I love love love that Gurathin and Murderbot are so similar in certain ways and misunderstood in others, but are still so incredibly loved by the people who consider themselves their family.

Anyways, this is just me adoring everything about Gurathin in the live action series and the vehement validation of Murderbot’s pronouns :)

[tamzzz69]

Title: “Second Chance Skin”

The studio locker room smelled like sweat, cheap soap, and leather benches. Sunlight poured through the windows, casting long shadows on the tiled floor. Two shirtless guys stood in front of the mirrors, still catching their breath from the last scene.

But these weren’t really Jace Norman and Asher Angel.

Inside Jace’s body was Ezra — a ghost who’d been lost for years, now breathing again.

And inside Asher’s was Kian, another spirit, long forgotten but just as alive now.

Ezra ran his hands over the smooth muscles of Jace’s chest, eyes wide. “Bro, this is insane. Like, look at this,” he flexed lightly. “I’ve never felt a body like this before. It’s like walking art.”

Kian chuckled from the bench, towel around his neck, admiring Asher’s reflection. “Right? I was a twig back in the day, now I’m this... hunk. Feels kinda wild.”

Ezra turned, grinning. “Honestly? You look mad good. Like, I lowkey wanna steal you.”

Kian smirked, stepping closer. “If you’re trying to flirt, you’re killin’ it, man.”

Ezra shrugged, feeling heat creep up his neck. “We’re ghosts. Rules are kinda optional.”

They both laughed but kept glancing at each other in the mirror, noticing how good it felt to be seen like this—not as ghosts, but as real people with skin and muscles and breath.

“You ever think we’ll wanna keep this? Like... actually be them?” Ezra asked.

Kian smiled softly. “Honestly? I think I already do.”

They stood there, close enough to feel the warmth between them. Then, like something electric sparked in the air, Ezra leaned in slowly.

Kian met him halfway.

Their lips touched — soft at first, testing — then deeper, like they’d been holding back forever. The world faded, and it was just them. Two souls who had no business being alive again but found a heartbeat worth fighting for.

A couple weeks later, they were fully in the groove of living as Jace and Asher. They’d mastered the moves, the voices, the fans. Social media was a whole new playground.

One afternoon, Ezra (Jace) snapped a photo in the mirror, shirtless and dripping with water from a quick shower. He posted it on “Jace’s” Instagram with a cheeky caption:

“Who needs summer when you got these gains? #Blessed #NoFilter”

Within minutes, the likes and comments exploded.

Kian (Asher) smiled, pulling out his phone. “Bet I can top that.”

He went live on “Asher’s” Instagram, shirtless, flexing his biceps and joking around. “What’s good, guys? Just out here, keeping it real. Y’all better keep up or I’m stealing Jace’s spotlight.”

Then Ezra popped into the live, waving and grinning. “Yo, don’t listen to this dude, I’m the real deal.”

The fans went wild watching the two “stars” joke and tease each other on live cam — shirtless, laughing, vibing like best friends.

And behind the screens? Ezra and Kian kept stealing glances at each other, the line between pretend and real blurring with every smile and touch.

One night, after a long shoot, they found themselves alone again in the locker room. Shirtless, tired, but buzzing from the day.

Kian caught Ezra’s eye and said softly, “You feel this too, right? Like... this is more than just playing a role?”

Ezra nodded, heart pounding like never before. “Yeah. I think I’m falling for you. Like, for real.”

Kian smiled, stepping closer until their chests almost touched. “Me too.”

Without thinking, Ezra pulled Kian into a kiss that was rougher, urgent. They’d tried to hold back, but now the floodgates were open.

The kiss deepened, hands exploring, breath mingling. The locker room faded into nothing but the two of them — alive, shirtless, and finally free to be exactly who they wanted.

Months later, they weren’t ghosts anymore. They were Ezra and Kian, living in Jace and Asher’s bodies — and more in love than ever.

They had their whole new lives ahead of them.

And for the first time, it felt like home.

[scribbledlovenotes]

distracted. p.t.r

mdni. professor tom riddle. good grades. bad distractions. age-gap sex.

Months. For months you’ve trapped within the flickering candlelight of the libraries restricted section, parchment and quill in hand as you scribble down notes, pretending to care about the intricacies of advanced magical theory. It’s a ridiculous assignment for a stupid class and the only reason you’re even committed to finishing it is him. Your obsession. The one thing that causes your heart to race and forces your thighs to clench uncomfortably beneath your desk. Him. Professor Riddle. Potentially the one and only reason you returned back for your seventh year. You can’t get enough. Come to notice it; either can the other female students around you from the whispers you’ve heard them speak.

He’s forever tailored to perfection, the robes which drape over his lean frame as intoxicating as the silken menace of his voice as he discusses topics such as the ‘seduction of power linked to dark arts’ or your personal favourite, the ‘elegance of a well cast spell’, as if the words were a spell themselves. You’re hooked; lustful. He knows it, surely. Those dark, melted chocolate eyes of his catch yours just a little too often. Lingering with a heat that feels like what you presume legilimency would as he peels back the subtle layers of your restraint.

It was last Tuesday, after a lecture on the morality of the dark arts that left your head spinning that he stopped you as you gathered your textbooks and piled them neatly into your arms. His presence standing before you was polished yet predatory. Almost like a knifes blade wrapped in velvet. The curve of his smirk; stealing your breath.

 “I’d like to discuss a recent essay you submitted”, Professor Riddle explained, taking his time to fold a piece of parchment between his fingertips tat you couldn’t for the life of you, pull your gaze from. The simple movement almost ritualistic in practice. “Come to my office tomorrow evening. Any time after 6.”

Your heart lurched at the proposal; frantically thudding against the inside of your chest as you felt the back of your neck warm up with a scarlet style fever you’d potentially have to see a nurse about. Every sensible part of you knows that this is just a student-professor discussion. Nothing more, nothing less. However you can’t help but wonder. Should you agree, should you tell anyone, should you brag, should you mention something to your absolutely oblivious Hufflepuff boyfriend who you loved dearly but ugh – god, he was fucking useless when it came to feelings. Your wants. Desires. Needs.

“Of course, Professor”, you responded with a small smile; innocently tucking some hair behind your ear which you flicked up on and over the back of your shoulder. “Um, should I bring my boyfriend? He did help me with the paper. Perhaps he could learn something.”

The question came out as pure innocence whispered from between your gloss coated lips as you’re waiting, patiently to try and catch any look or expression that might give away a little more than what Professor Riddle already has; but the shadow in his eyes that transpires like a storm is gone in a blink, as his smile sharpens. A chuckle, rumbling just at the back of his throat. “Just you will suffice. I prefer… focused discussions.”

And with that; the air crackled as if there had been some kind of sudden declaration of a silent challenge.

This evening; the castle is as quiet as the fields of Scotland midwinter as you climb, step by step the stone staircase to Professor Riddle’s office. The air surrounding you on the way thickened by the scent of burning ensconces and a shimmer of magic which leads the way. You knock against the hard wood door before his voice commands you to enter. As the door creaks open, he’s revealed to be sitting behind a desk – quill in hand, grading papers as the roar of the fireplace lights up the office almost.. romantically.

Professor Riddle’s features are sharp. More so now than when you see him during class. He looks absolutely devastating in what he’s wearing; robes hooked up on a wall behind him, the crisp white shirt he’s wearing pulls to sit exactly as it should on his shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms twilled with a quiet strength. You swallow harshly, eyes tracing up one particular vein that you notice beneath his skin almost poetically and he gestures to the chair across from him as you hesitate before taking a seat. The office’s intimacy – shelves of tomes, trinkets and artefacts on display in a curated yet chaotic fashion closing in like a charm you might just become.

“Your essay”, he begins, picking up the work almost delicately off a pile of others before he hands it to you, “…is bold. I’ll give you that. Yet your research clearly lacks precision.”

You gaze down at the essay; eyes taking in the corrections and question marks scattered over it in a dull, red ink – the grade scribbled into the top corner something you’re vaguely satisfied with but Professor Riddle is clearly not. You attempt to stammer out some kind of response; some knitted reply as an excuse for work you were actually content with, yet you notice from the corner of your eye the way he rises from his seat. His critique a pretence to a game you know you both shouldn’t be playing, yet as he circles around the desk, coming around to where you start, you can’t help but note that each step seems deliberate. Like a wolf closing in on a lamb or in this case, a snake on a mouse which is desperate to feast.

“You have potential”, he murmurs as his steps stop behind you. he’s standing close enough that you can feel his breath graze the back of your neck. “…but clearly you’re distracted.”

Your pulse hammers; skin beginning to gleam with a soft sweat that coats your brow and a thin line down the nape of your neck. You’re suddenly grateful that you never told your boyfriend about coming here; about this little meeting – just that you’d see him tonight, as always for a little alone time and well…

“I’m not”, you manage as a response. Words clear. “Distracted – that is.”

Professor Riddle’s hands find your shoulders as he scoffs a chuckle; running down to the small of your back, burning through your robes. He leans in; lips to your ear, his voice sounding like that of a velvet hex. As his fingers trace along the curve of your skin; slow – possessive, you feel a slick heat that you want to curse away blooming between the chaffing of your thighs.

“Aren’t you? Well..”, he gently guides you up onto your feet, pushing you forward so that you’re pressing against the edge of his desk as he cages you in, body warm pressed up against you. “I still think I’m right. You see that’s a perk to teaching. With a little experience, you begin to learn to read a classroom and see through masks that students prevail while hoping to fool you… and you dear, most definitely, are, distracted.”

A hand slips up beneath your skirt, finding the dampness of your underwear which his fingers push aside with ease and before you know it, both skilled and merciless; he parts your folds, a slick drag up towards your clit that rather quickly swells with need. It’s a blend of a gasp and a choke that escapes you. You lean forward; hands clawing at the wood of his desk and as his fingers continue to circle exactly where you need them, your body trembles; like a wanton secret of his to please.

What follows? That’s a blur. Professor Riddle twists you around; his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that’s bruising. One that tastes like a rich red wine. He manages to muffle your gasps with a firm hand as he undoes his belt with the other and before you know what you’re doing yourself, you shift back and lift onto his desk – lips parted; eyes glued to that wicked smirk he wears before they drop down to his waist, taking in full view of his cock; thick, glistening, that he pumps twice before pressing against your entrance with a friction and tease.

You shouldn’t have. You’re not meant to. Either way, you whisper a desperate ‘please’, and without any patience as what he’s known for, Professor Riddle shifts your thighs further apart to wrap lets around his waist as he fills you with a single deep thrust that takes your breath away. The office falls into silence. You fall back onto the desk. A bottle of ink is spilled. Papers go flying. You hear a quill crack beneath you but couldn’t care less. His thrusts are both torture and bliss. Each movement a revelation. It’s forbidden; it’s fucking perfect. Your thighs split further as he grasps at the soft flesh and you bite down on a knuckle to try and keep yourself quite; relishing the fact that he’s thorough and rough, satisfying. Not quite like your boyfriend.

You hear him spit; saliva hitting your clit which he draws out a series of wand motions you – you know them, they’re the unforgivables and yet you couldn’t care. Your cunt begins to clench around him. You claw a little further at his desk. The desk lamp gets knocked over; you hear the bulb shatter as you cry out a moan through gritted teeth and your back arches up as he spills out inside of you. A warmth flooding in but also dripping down your legs as he withdraws – the both of you breathless.

“Much improved”, he mutters, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear almost tenderly before he taps a teasing slap against your clit as a reminder of what’s just happened. It’s about a minute before you can stand. A minute before you make yourself look a little more decent that you just had been. A minute for your cheeks to swell down from a harsh red to a soft peachy pink and by this time, Professor Riddle has already returned to his seat.

“Same time next week. We can discuss any course work you might be struggling with.”

Is that an offer, or a request? You fix your hair; running your hands through it before you lick your lips and nod. Unable to shake the feeling of what’s just happened.

“You’re an exceptional student. Just – don’t get distracted.  Wouldn’t want you being dissatisfied; it’s a shame about the boyfriend.”

Ugh – that prick. He’d been inside your head the whole time.

“Yes Professor”, you respond as you make your way towards the door to exit; making a mental note to keep this little rendezvous to yourself forever and ever and e—

“Tom.” He corrects you. “Professor Riddle is merely a formality we must maintain within the classroom.”

Fuck. Why’d he have to wait until seventh year.

[mytreepoetry]

A Little Reward

Nerd!Armin x Reader

"Why are you trembling, Sweetheart?" you ask Armin gently as he sits on the edge of the bed, his face flushed a bright red color and his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly while your hands found themselves on his already drenched pants.

After helping you study these past few weeks, you were certain he deserved a little reward for all his hard work and patience. You watched him closely and smiled softly. "You’ve been amazing, Armin," you said, voice low and warm. "Let me take care of you tonight."

He lets out a quiet gasp as you gently squeeze his erection through the fabric of his pants. His body stiffens, breath hitching. "I-I... w-wait, are you s-sure about this?" he stammers, his cheeks burning as he glances away. "I-I mean, I d-don’t want to mess anything up... o-or-"

His voice is barely more than a whisper when you gently press your thumb to his lips, silencing him with a calming touch.

You lean in closer, your voice soft and reassuring. "It's okay, Armin. I want this. I want you."

His eyes flick back to yours, wide and uncertain, but there's something else there now, something deeper. Longing.

"I-I've just... n-never done anything like this b-before," he admits, his fingers clutching at the bedspread. "W-what if I mess s-something up?"

You reach up and gently cup his cheek, guiding his gaze to meet yours. "I don't know what you're talking about, Sweetheart. All you need to do is sit and enjoy. "

He swallows hard, lips parting as if to speak, but instead, he just nods. "O-okay.."

You start by unbuckling his belt slowly, the soft clink of the metal loud in the quiet room. Your fingers move with purpose and your eyes never leave his.

Armin's gaze locks with yours, wide and overwhelmed, his breath quickening with every second.

The belt slides free and you let it fall to the floor. His body tenses, thighs pressing together instinctively and you can feel the heat radiating off him. Now you unbutton his pants and soon after, they fall to the floor, leaving only his underwear before you, marked by a wet spot that leaves no doubt of his desire.

Your hand moves to meet the heat of his arousal in his underwear. “A-ah!” he gasps, the sound trembling from his lips as you begin to stroke him slowly, teasingly, just to hear more of those pretty noises, each one sending a pulse straight between your legs.

His soft moans are enough to dampen your panties and your voice turns playful as you ask, “Does that feel good?”

He nods eagerly, unable to form words, his mouth parted. Only a whimper escapes and you smile at how needy he already is. Your strokes quicken and his hips begin to stutter beneath your touch, every moan revealing how close he is.

Damn… he looked so good like this.

Biting your lip, you rise slightly from your place on the floor, your hand sliding up to grip his soft blond hair. You pull him into a hungry kiss, lips crashing together with need. His whimpers grow louder with each breathless thrust of your hand and the way your tongue dances with his makes his eyes roll back.

Then suddenly, he breaks away, panting.

“A-ah! I-I feel weird… I-I think i-it's coming out-”

You’re so close now you can see the tears brimming in his eyes, his face painted with overwhelming pleasure.

"Go ahead, Armin," you whisper, lips brushing his. "Come for me."

His release spills over your hand, all over his shirt as his body trembles violently with aftershocks.

Your free hand rises to his cheek, thumb brushing gently over his flushed skin before pulling him into another breathless kiss. All the while, your other hand continues its slow strokes, coaxing every last wave of pleasure from him, milking him through the fading high, his sticky cum all over your fingers.

His arms wrap tightly around you, clinging to your body like he needs to feel every inch of you to stay grounded. You can feel the way he melts into the kiss, soft whimpers still escaping against your lips.

You ease the kiss into something slower, softer, your lips brushing his as his breathing begins to steady. His eyes flutter open and for a moment, he just stares at you, like he can’t believe you’re real.

"I-I didn’t know it could feel like that..." he whispers with a hoarse voice.

You pull back just enough to see his face, your fingers brushing lightly against his cheek. But the warmth in his expression has shifted, his brows slightly drawn, lips parted like there’s something caught in his throat.

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly, concern to be heard in your voice.

He hesitates, eyes flicking away from yours. “I… I was the only one who felt good,” he murmurs, voice barely audible. “I want you to feel good too…”

His blush deepens, and he chews on his bottom lip before continuing, “C-can I… do that for you?” His eyes finally meet yours again, shy but sincere. “I-I want to. I w-want to make you feel the way you made me feel…”

You look at him, shock all over your face. A teasing smile curling on your lips, that familiar ache already stirring between your thighs.

“Oh, Armin… we weren’t finished to begin with...”

[hwnglx]

pick a pile - your favourite things about your fs vs. your fs’ favourite things about you (detailed)

welcome back, dear reader. let's look into your favorite things about your future lover, and your future lover’s favorite things about you. note that this is a general reading, so not everything will resonate with everyone! it also highlights the positive sides of the connection. breathe slowly, take your time and use your intuition to go with the pile that speaks to you the most. remember to take what resonates, and let the rest flow. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

𓂃⭑ pile 1 ⭑𓂃

your favourite things about your fs

your fs has this ability, to give you a push in confidence. to help you believe in yourself more, and see yourself as the queen or king that you are. they will quite literally shower you in sweet words, are amazing at flattering.

there's this major theme of “you are such a badass and you need to know about it” they will have the ability to change the way you look at yourself, due to them cherishing you so much.

like calling you beautiful no matter which state you're in; after you just woke up barefaced in the morning, while you're getting ready, while you're focusing on your studies or work.

one of your favorite things about your fs, is how supportive they are of you, particularly when it comes to your own individual pursuits and goals.

i can especially see this in regards to decision-making; you might be someone who can struggle making a strong choice and standing behind it at times. your fs has the potential to help you be more sure of yourself, and strongly push yourself forward in a way that gives you a lot of personal success.

in a “don't overthink it so much, just go for it.” type of way. you'll love how they can get you out of your head, and open your eyes to the power you hold.

i can see this translating into numerous areas of your life; career-wise, personality-wise, appearance-wise, socially. you're likely the type of person who just glows in a different way, when they're in love. your friends could probably see something about your aura shifting, in a ✨ beautiful ✨ way.

you love that your fs is quite literally your no 1 fan, the person who makes you feel special, encourages you, empowers you.

i can see them being quite open and unapologetic about their support too. your fs is immensely proud of being with someone like you, so it's likely most people will know about it.

they'll quite literally gaze at you with so much sparkle and admiration in their eyes.

you will love how your fs isn't a person who ever puts themselves above you. they're very fair-minded, and balanced in their approach to your connection.

let's say you gifted something to your fs, it's not unlikely you'll see a surprise present as a thank you on your desk after you come home from work. there's this feeling of always wanting to give back what you give them.

they seem quite generous in terms of their finances, like the type to willingly splurge on expensive things for you.

i don't see the connection being one of extremely clingy or obsessive nature, and moreso one where the two of you are each other's main sources of support, the person you can comfortably fall back on if anything ever goes wrong.

your fs will provide you with this feeling that.. “even if i fail everything in life, this person will love me regardless. life can still be beautiful.” this can give you a renewed and stronger sense of courage, to step out of your comfort zone and take the leap of faith you might've put off for a while.

on a deeper note; i can see your future lover also making you realize you're lovable in every way, regardless of the emotional baggage and wounds you can potentially come with.

there might be some reluctance in you when it comes to laying your soul bare to people and making yourself vulnerable; you might worry it could turn them off, or make them see you in a different light.

i heard the chorus of jb's unstable here “i tried to scare you away, showed you the door, you adored me anyway. when i was broken in pieces, you were my peace of mind.”

you'll love, how your fs will embrace your flaws lovingly, accept your mistakes and still cherish you throughout everything. also, they won't force vulnerability. they'll allow it to unfold.

a lot of deep and heartfelt conversation. i see your fs being good at provoding you with emotional safety, and facilitating an environment, where you don't feel ashamed to talk about your deepest, darkest secrets to them.

and sometimes, you don't even have to say anything for your future lover to understand what you're feeling - they just get it. they'll be at a point where they just know you that well.

your bond will continue to grow deeper and more intimate through the two of you, especially you, learning how it's okay to open yourself up emotionally to a person. they still won't love you any less, or see you as any less than you are.

even if there's problems in your relationship, the depth of your connection always remains. the two of you help understand each other in a deeper manner. there is a lot of significant and meaningful life lessons you can learn from each other.

your fs' favourite things about you

for some of you, you might've been the one who pursued your fs. and they loved that about you.

the beginning of the spread suggests that your fs deeply admires the way you go after what, and who, you want. boldly, unapologetically, and with purpose.

what they love even more is how you continue to show up consistently. you're not just passionate in the beginning; you put in the work to keep the connection stable and growing.

it's something that gives them a sense of security in the relationship. knowing that you're always striving, not just for yourself, but for your shared future.

your fs loves how you communicate and talk to them. a lot of them might find the way you text them very endearing, some of you could text in this very animated and playful way.

they love that you're so witty, and the way things rarely get dull when they're with you. you might poke and tease them a lot, unafraid of talking back in a sassy manner. you just keep them on their toes, and bring a lighthearted spark to the relationship that they adore.

they love how you balance your sense of humor and playful energy, with a strong sense of focus and work ethic. you're fun, yes, but also grounded, driven, and committed to bettering yourself. that blend of personality traits is something they find incredibly attractive.

interestingly, i mentioned earlier how they find your focused expression really cute, and that theme seems to be repeating. there's something about the way you concentrate, that they find completely adorable.

i could see you guys being younger in age than your fs, there could be a cute height difference too, which your fs could tease you about (like you having to go on your tippy toes to give them a kiss and them playing with you by pulling away)

the energy between you two is sweet and doting. your fs sees you as the most adorable person they know, someone who capable of making them smile constantly.

the two of you could potentially be a couple of two fire signs. i'm feeling leo and aries strongly. particularly sun or venus. this connection is vibrant, passionate, and full of strong personalities.

you two could also have 5h synastry.

your fs loves how you match, or even challenge, their fiery energy. you might even be the one humbling them with your sass and confidence. they love that you can meet their intensity without ever losing your own shine.

they also love how you allow them to be their own person. how you don't brake your fs from having their individual pursuits in life. you encourage their passions, support their goals, and celebrate their individuality.

also worthy to note, that your fs doesn't only appreciate that animated side in you, but also cherishes the sense of harmony you bring into you dynamic.

there's something about your energy they find to be very comforting, healing and soothing. like you're their comfort person and safe space, basically.

there's a little bit of this.. “you're the most precious gift of my life” type of love they have for you.

the connection never really feels like it settles or goes stale. even once things should've become familiar, once the spark and excitement should've started to quiet down the way it does for some couples.. somehow, it still feels new.

something about the way you love, or the way you show up in the relationship, constantly breathes fresh life into it.

your future lover doesn't just feel lucky to have met you. they feel lucky to keep meeting new sides of you all the time. they're continuously unfolding new reasons to fall in love with you, over and over again.

being around you reminds them that love isn’t only about fire and butterflies. it’s also about feeling safe, seen and treasured.

in addition, your fs admires your resilience. they love how you aren't one to allow life to break you down, but on the contrary, you find ways to rise above. whether it's through personal challenges, heartbreak, or difficult moments.. you don’t just let yourself be defeated. you keep moving forward.

they love that you're eager to use every lesson learned, as fuel to push yourself toward the next chapter.

your fs sees and acknowledges, how you've weathered your storms with grace, and it's not only something they deeply respect, but something that makes them love you, very dearly.

thank you for reading! i'd love to hear your feedback on what resonated for you <3

𓂃⭑ pile 2 ⭑𓂃

your favourite things about your fs

so to start off this pile, you give me the energy of an introvert, who's usually more comfortable in their own company. being with people might get tiring for you quickly, which is why you like to retreat into your own space at times.

what you will love about your future lover, is how adaptable they are. they're incredibly accepting, open-minded, and tolerant.

they aren't a person who's pushy, intrusive or stubborn; but a person, who's willing to match themselves to you. they'll be ready to adjust to your pace, your comfort levels, your boundaries, and approach you with a comfortingly understanding presence.

you'll appreciate how they rarely take offense when you need space or time alone. they aren't the type to guilt you for withdrawing, they'll simply leave you room to breathe.

your future lover displays an existence that supports you through your journey of finding your best self. someone who helps you understand yourself better.

there is a huge focus on comfort here. your energy is a little heavy. like someone carrying the weight of past pain.. many of you might've been through a lot.. emotionally, mentally, spiritually. perhaps some wounds from your childhood too.

i heard jungkook's seven “weight of the world on your shoulders, i kiss your waist and ease your mind”

this song is a little heavy.. but i somehow kept being drawn to ghostin' by ariana grande. “i'm a girl with a whole lot of baggage, but i love you”

your fs is someone who can help you let go of the past, that might've been weighing on you for a good while. it's almost like, you've been walking through life with all this emotional baggage on your back, and you just carried it by yourself, because you had to, and you didn't know any else. your future spouse will finally lighten it up for you. you will feel more free.

you'll love how your fs provides you with this beautiful feeling of “i finally found my person.”

they have a deeply empathetic energy, with high emotional intelligence. they're emotionally mature. someone who meets you with patience, not pressure.

even if you enter the connection still holding onto certain wounds or patterns, your future spouse won't run from that. they'll stay. they'll help you face what you've buried, and little by little, they'll walk beside you as you heal and uncover new sides of yourself.

they'll open your eyes to the beauty in the world.. in people, in connection, in joy. they'll show you that genuine souls do exist. that you're not too much. that there are people who simply love being around you for who you are.

they might introduce you to their circle, bringing new, healthy friendships into your life.

spirit gave me this metaphor of.. “you've been on the moon this whole time. i will introduce the sun to you now.” and you will be fascinated by the warmth. maybe because you haven't truly felt it in that way before.

it's likely for both of you to have significant water placements. i'm feeling scorpio and pisces strongly. perhaps you're the pisces, and they're the scorpio. doesn't have to be the sun. ofc you could also have conjunctions, and share placements.

there's also a libran way in which they love and approach the world, so i could see them having a libra rising, or libra venus.

i'm also sensing potential eighth house synastry, due to the transformative nature of your relationship. there's a strong theme of you constantly evolving within this bond, shedding layers and becoming more of who you're meant to be. (if you're a pisces rising, libra could fall into your eighth house.)

this person is likely to be more mature than you, maybe older in age. but with that maturity, there's also this sense of them being more in tune with their emotions, as in, they're more comfortable with their feelings.

while reading, i kept feeling the need to speak in a quieter voice, it was almost like there was a lump in my throat.

some of you might struggle speaking up at times, especially when it comes to how you feel. you may have been made to feel like your emotions were too much, or unworthy of space in the past. you may have gone through situations where your voice was purposely quieted. so over time, it became habitual..

this person's existence is like a warm hug, that'll find you right when you need it the most. your future lover will provide you with a sense of gentle compassion.

this love isn't superficial or based on shallow things; it's a love that goes deep, and loves in its entirety. your fs' love is one, that will embrace you with everything that you come with. even the things you yourself have always seen as unlovable.

this can help you to open up your eyes. it's almost like a butterfly, finally being able to see its own beautiful wings.

this union will feel like two people who were meant to be with each other, finally finding to each other, and beautifully completing each other's worlds.

your fs' favorite things about you

the way the two spreads aligned was so beautiful.. i may have shed a tear or two. (yes i actually did i got emotional lol)

so in the first part of the reading, there was some bittersweetness in terms of your feelings of loneliness, that you've carried within you throughout your life.

what's so sweet is, that your fs sees your independence as one of their favourite things about you. it's this feeling of, them seeing what you might condemn about yourself at times, as something genuinely beautiful from their perspective.

in your fs' eyes, there's just something so admirable, about how you've showed up for yourself till now.

you exude a calm and serene presence, one that makes it hard for others to truly get close. as if you're comfortably wrapped in your own quiet world.

this might've been one of their first impressions of you, and what drew them to you from the start.

the energy is strikingly similar to pile 2 from this reading. maybe you could look into it, in case you're more curious about their potential first impression of you.

i keep getting the theme of nature, so there could be a lot settings in nature for your relationship. maybe they first saw you in nature.

interestingly, i keep seeing flower fields and gardens in my minds eye. maybe your first date? or do you use flowery scents? also, something about animals. you might have a lot of love for animals and feel a special connection to them, which your fs finds wonderful.

your future lover might also be incredibly poetic. i could see them comparing you to a flower a lot, and saying slightly cheesy, but lovely things like that. they just see as so beautiful. like a piece of art you can't help but be in awe of.

they see you as immensely intelligent. your future spouse admires how much complexity you hold. how you're not someone who lives on the surface. there's this admiration of the depth your soul has, and how many layers there are to you.

your future spouse loves that you aren't easy to figure out. not because you're hiding, but because you've learned to protect your softness. every step closer to your heart feels like a gift to them, one they don't take for granted.

i can see you opening up to them slowly, and their love growing deeper with each layer they get to uncover. the more they understand you, the more they cherish you.

honestly, they love how much effort it takes to truly know you. might sound weird, but your fs actually enjoys having to put in the work to get past the walls around your heart.

they love it, because it's you. it feels worth it. being rewarded with someone they see as so precious, someone who brings such depth and richness to their life.. nothing else compares. it doesn't feel tiring to them.

random note, but i could see some of you having an earth venus, or maybe saturn in the 7h. in fact, the pisces risings watching this, would have a virgo (earth) descendant/7h 🫵🏻

your fs could have some strong earth placements too, in addition to the water placements.

your future lover's favorite thing to witness is those moments when you break free from your shell. when you let go of hesitation and fully immerse yourself in what brings you joy. they love seeing you light up, completely lost in the moment, expressing your passion without holding back.

if there's one thing they deeply wish to give you, it's the safety and encouragement to feel free. to let your light shine without fear of judgment. they never want you to dim yourself to make others comfortable.

in their eyes, you're a radiant, warm, and uniquely vibrant soul. they're drawn to the moments when your confidence sparks, when you choose your joy over your fears.

i was reminded of the bollywood film “indian love story”, where the male lead quietly helps the female lead discover the beauties of life again. and watches her, as she begins to bloom in her own light. he doesn't rescue her.. he simply reminds her of the light she carries, and watches her shine.

note; i also kept feeling drawn to a few songs while being in this pile's energy, you might resonate with some of them:

glimpse of us by joji

just one day by bts

god is a woman by ariana grande

thank you for reading! i'd love to hear your feedback on what resonated for you <3

𓂃⭑ pile 3 ⭑𓂃

your favourite things about your fs

the main energy i'm getting here is that, you will recognize parts of yourself in your fs, which will give you this sense of familiarity with them. even if you don't really know them yet.

you know the feeling when you're looking at someone, and something about them just.. feels like you've known them for years. i could for sure see this being a past life connection too.

one aspect which i could see the two of you bonding over, is both of you being wrapped up in similar circumstances.

this is specific so, take it if it resonates. but when you meet your future lover, some of you might feel dissatisfied with where you're at in life, especially when it comes to the general direction it's going in. maybe your current job isn't truly emotionally fulfilling you.

there's a sense of apathy and emotional numbness. you might feel like you're at a point in life, where your life is just passing by you. nothing really feels all that exciting, it feels stale and stagnant.

this could also be rooted in past heartbreak. it could've caused you to grow more pessimistic, cynical and guarded.

meeting your fs, will feel like a breath of fresh air. they will come to you with a reassuring presence, like you're not the only one who feels this way.

the song the only by sasha alex sloan started playing in my head while reading.

you will love your fs' realistic approach towards the world. this isn't someone who escapes into their fantasy dream world, and has their head in the clouds. they're quite pragmatic, rational, and unafraid to speak the truth when it's necessary.

their lack of filter and honesty might come off as overly blunt to some people. but to you, it's refreshing. it's likely something that will draw you to them.

they're the person who's likely to point out the elephant in the room, while everyone else is walking on eggshells.

worthy to note though, is that i don't see this person being tactless, despite their outspoken attitude. they weigh their words out, but don't water them down.

you love how committed your future spouse is to the things that are important to them. they're the type of person who dedicates all their efforts to what they value, willing to show up, and put in consistent work to achieve their objectives.

your future lover is immensely protective. there is a strong sense of security they can provide you with. someone who just makes you feel like no one in the world can hurt you.

they're quite literally your human shield; the one who will place themselves in front of you, if anyone ever dares badmouthing or attacking you. they do lean towards the territorial side.

there's this feeling of.. after all i've been through, there's no storm i can't face at this point. now even more, with someone steady and loyal by my side, who resembles me in that regard.

in addition, you love the sense of wisdom your fs brings to the table. they might be an older soul, or simply person who's had significant life experiences for their age, which have shaped them into a person who's mature, and full of knowledge about life. they're introspective, and reflective.

this is something you could take note of, as the relationship progresses, and you engage in more deep and layered conversations with them. ones that go beyond the mundane and shallow topics.

i'm strongly getting earth energy, especially virgo or taurus. something mercurial about them, but also grounded and stable. additionally, there might be air energy such as aquarius or gemini, giving them a sharp intellect, wit and eloquence.

both of you read as being on the mature side, but your dynamic also seems very fun.

your future lover has the potential to bring out an inner softness in you, which might've been buried before. there's this sense of feeling younger, more playful, more free, and more hopeful when you're with them. like your future lover reawakening the inner child in you, that genuinely enjoys to live again.

in addition, you'll just feel like you can let loose when you're with your fs, you don't need to put on any act, or worry about what they'll think. you can be yourself in your entirety, and know your lover will adore you just the way you are.

this is random lmao, but you could literally burp around them, hang around with unwashed hair, no make up, pimples, whatever it is.. it'll just be comfortable, and come with a sense of ease, and lightheartedness.

i feel like your current environment might make you feel misunderstood. you might struggle finding someone who shares similar thoughts and outlooks as you.

what your fs can give you, is the feeling of being understood. they have similar principles and values in life as you do, and both of your life-paths align beautifully.

that mutual understanding has the potential to shift your perspective in a more positive light, and help you see things in a more optimistic manner again.

the emotional intimacy between the two of you will be special. there'll be things about each other, that only the the two of you know about. private moments, quiet nights, deep talks. your alone time will be meaningful, and the connection will be one that recharges you, instead of draining you.

i keep thinking of the sentence “being alone, together.”

your fs' favourite things about you

your fs will feel very attracted to you early on. they'll have this impression of you being a beautifully feminine and sensual individual. you'll awaken a lot of desire in them.

it's likely you'll shake up their world from the moment you enter their life. you'll just have a strong impact on them, from the beginning, they'll look at you as someone who makes an impression everywhere they go. like you enter the room, your fs' eyes are fixed on you. constantly. something about you they can't deny.

your future lover, will admire the strength you hold. they'll love that you're a person who can be logical and cut-throat when you really need to. they'll see you as intelligent, witty and strategic. someone who has a quick mind, a lot of intellect. you're just the type of person no one can really fool.

something about the way you communicate in particular, will intrigue them. you give them the impression of someone you can hold immensely interesting conversations with.

there's something about the way you bring a blend of several qualities to the table, which they adore. you can be very mature and rational at times, but they also recognize a down to earth, humble, and incredibly ambitious side to you.

your fs is likely to see you as a person who's always looking to learn more from life, and expand to higher places.

this is very specific, so it might not resonate with everyone, but some of your fs' might be your seniors at work, uni or school. so they look at you in this more “student” type of role.

for others, this could just apply to the grounded attitude you carry. how you're someone who's continuously looking to improve themselves. quite self-critical and hard on themselves, but also not easy to please in general.

your fs will love the sense of peace you bring into the relationship. they'll genuinely appreciate how you're someone who can provide them with the rest that they're in need of at times. solely being with you, makes them calm down.

your existence in itself is a source of comfort to them. their favourite thing to do with you, could quite literally be the most ordinary activities; like laying down at the end of the day, with candles lit, watching some random movie and cuddling. it's then, that they can finally exhale in a restful manner, and completely release their pent up stress.

i could see the both of you being career-oriented, and offering a type of outlet for each other. like you put your nose into your work all day, and look forward to spending the end of the day with each other, in order to just let go of the accumulated, inner tension. there's this beautiful sense of quiet, but strong support you can provide for each other in that way.

(this pile is sooo taurus coded..)

this is something i can see slowly developing as your connection deepens, but your fs is likely to genuinely appreciate you being a good listener. someone who just knows how to make them feel seen, and cared about.

as i said before, i can see the two of you bonding over shared experiences. this unique type of understanding you'll have for one another, is likely to bring your future lover a lot of healing.

the addition of you in their lives, can light their otherwise stressful life up in the most wonderful way. having someone by their side, who they share a genuine emotional connection with, will bring them this feeling of peace.

i just keep seeing this scene in my minds eye, of them looking you in the eyes, and feeling like.. okay, everything's fine again. you give them a sense of renewed hope, and inner strength.

what's worth to note for this pile, is that i probably had the hardest time tapping into the energy of your dynamic. there's just something remarkably private and intimate about your connection.

i really don't see you enjoying to share about it too much with others. when you're together, it feels as if it's just the two of you on planet earth.

the song my love mine all mine started playing on shuffle while i was writing this, might resonate with you guys..

thank you for reading! i'd love to hear your feedback on what resonated for you <3

[fuckyeahisawthat]

I think the key to writing Viktor is remembering that we the audience see far more of him than any character in the show does. Including Jayce. "Emotional and super sensitive but very guarded" is the way Harry Lloyd described it, and I think that sums it up very well. The way you show that in a visual medium is by letting the audience see things that no one else does.

Viktor isn't shy or meek at all, but everything intense about him is so contained. He has an expressive face and big big feelings (like, canonically he comes to the conclusion that his problem is having too many goddamn feelings) but we get to see far more of that than he shows to anyone in his life. Seriously, go back and look at the blocking in his scenes and how often we can see his face when no one else in the scene can. Outwardly he can appear confident, calm, earnest, passionate, wryly funny--at least until he gets too sick to hide his exhaustion and pain. Meanwhile anything that might express a vulnerability, a need, is tucked away where no one can see it.

All those sneaky glances and yearning looks thrown at Jayce? Jayce doesn't see them. Usually there is no one else there either. All his interactions with the Hexcore--the frustration, fear, reckless determination; the apprehension and then triumph of running on the dock? He's alone. Crying over Sky, curled up in a ball on the floor? Alone. Everything in the astral plane--the open curiosity and wonder, the casual physical closeness with Sky's and Vander's astral bodies, the despair after Jayce rejects him? Alone. Astral Sky isn't real; she's a figment made up either by the Hexcore or by his own brain (I think either interpretation works) to make him feel less alone. I 100% believe that no one whose mind he looks into is allowed to look back at him, up until the few moments at the end where he allows Jayce to see him.

When he's angry--and he does get angry--it's a cold, still anger. Contained. He glares and his tone gets sharp but he doesn't so much as raise his voice. He doesn't shout or use big gestures. The one time we see something that might be considered an outburst (when he slams his fist on the desk and scatters his notes in frustration at trying to understand the Hexcore), he is (1) desperate and scared, (2) very clearly angry at himself, and (3) once again, alone.

A bit of a tangent but I think it fits here: this extends to his physicality with his mobility aids too. I realized that the reason "Viktor whacks people with his cane" always bumps me in fics is not just that Viktor isn't casually mean like that--although he's not. It's that when it comes to habitual, everyday movements, he never uses his cane or crutch for anything other than support. He doesn't gesture with it or use it to grab things or stick it out to stop a door from closing. (Which makes the rare instances when he does use it for something other than support really stand out.) It's not like he's hiding it, but he doesn't do anything to draw extra attention to it. He lets it fade into the background as much as possible, for as long as he's able to. Contained. It's a very specific physicality that I think says a lot about how he's trying to be perceived.

And like, to me, lover of wordless longing and isolated/self-isolating characters (which could mean nothing) all this is fucking catnip for fic material, because prose gives you such easy access to a character's interiority, and then you get to watch them hide things from other characters and deny things to themselves. (Love a character being confidently wrong in the privacy of their own head.)

When I'm writing a new pairing I am often trying to figure out, like, what's the tension? The tension on the relationship can be subtle, but if a smut scene is not popping off for me I often find it's because I haven't correctly identified the tension, or I've released it too early. Sometimes the tension is societal or interpersonal, but often (for me) it's internal. The main thing holding the characters back from uncomplicated enjoyment of each other is themselves, their own traumas or fears or insecurities.

I think something clicked for me with Medicinal where I was like, oh, the dynamic I like for them is when their natural state is to stick together like magnets, and they are constantly having to pull themselves back. Viktor doesn't shy away from Jayce's touch or his attention; he craves it and is constantly having to take that firehose of yearning and reel it back in, because he thinks Jayce doesn't feel the same way. Contain it. Yeah man that's the good shit.

P.S. I would be remiss if I didn't include the god tier example of the kind of Viktor POV I'm always striving toward, Uncover Him by spqr.

[the-kr8tor]

Thinking of minotaur Hobie yet again because the last fic made me sad and it's forever stuck in my little heart

Spoilers for minotaur Hobie fic if y'all haven't read Katy ripping everyone's heart out😔

I love to imagine minotaur Hobie very curious about the things he's never seen or heard of: a market? He would love to go, he worries that he might be a bit too big to fit or that he'll scare the merchants but he just wants to learn. He wants to hold your hand and go see people play music in the square the way you've described it to him.

If and when that happens (HE NEVER LEFT, HE'S ALRIGHT THEY'RE BOTH ALRIGHT, NO FALL, THEY ACTUALLY JUST GOT A SLIGHT BUMP ON THE HEAD AND CONTINUED BEING IN LOVE AND THE ARROWS WERE FAKE DAMN IT) he stays near you, sticking to your side in an incredibly shy manner. Just watching in awe as you keep him close to you and braid his hair out of his face, letting him enjoy the peace amongst men that he's been seeking his whole life. His place is found, the people around him no longer regard him meanly except from a few odd or angry stares. But does that matter when he's finally around others? When you tug at his hand and laugh it reminds him of what he hadn't had as a child, a small docile creature of the earth, of a mother he never knew. He knew this was somehow all he ever wanted, they did not have to love him for him to feel loved. He smiled softly, tears forming in his eyes as he danced with you. So careful of your form, gentle hands and tender stares all for you. The same way you treat him, an equal and a tender new formed and founded love. He did not need to understand love if you were with him, to him you might as well have been love itself. Grandiose in the smallest of ways.

He would demand, although politely, for you to help him learn how to read and write. He wanted nothing more than to understand the world around him, to flirt with words the same manner poets do. To read, just as the great scientists and philosophers do. He wished to be man. The truth to you was that he was more of a man than anyone else in the land, more human than the people who took your wings, more human than the people who kept him in the forsaken labyrinth. So learning, he would. He would drink up your words, ambrosia to his senses every time you'd excitedly praise him for doing well. He caught on quick, he'd survive. So would you, he'd read to you once he was finally comfortable enough to do so. Carefully threading his fingers in your hair while reading in the softest voice he could manage for you as you rested in his lap, the birds humming their morning tune.

-🪦 the denial....

MINOTAUR! HOBIE MY BELOVED YOU DESERVE BETTER (I say as if I didn't give them that ending 😂😂)

AHHH IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THAT FIC YET PLEASE DO!!!!!!

Oh goodness 🥺🥺🥹 I can just imagine him staring at a seashell curiously with his big brown eyes and r wishes that she could draw like the master artists of their time to preserve that moment

HE WOULD BE SO HAPPY TO BE AROUND PEOPLE AND NEW THINGS HE HAS NEVER SEEN BEFORE 😭😭😭😭😭😭 But alas the fates didn't give them what they wanted

Sure... Sureeee there's so fall they just tumbled over a puddle and the arrows were just nerf darts 😆

GAHHHHH he would be so careful and tender with you like every touch would be gentle and every word he says to you would be soft and full of love 😭 they'd have a love that even Aphrodite herself would envy 😭🥹

HIM LEARNING HOW TO READ AND WRITE AND R TEACHING HIM PATIENTLY WOXNKWNXIWNS like i can imagine them doing that in the middle of a flower field next to the hut they made themselves as their new home 🥺

Anyway i love u minotaur hobie

[calebslittlecrow]

Your Shifts Are Valid, Even The "Mini" Ones

Let's start with this, before I change my mind about being motivational for once: Your. Shifts. Are. Valid. Even if you only stayed for 30 seconds before you yeeted yourself back into your CR as if you saw taxes approaching at a rapid pace. Even if you couldn't make out the thread count of your DR sheets or recall what your carpet tasted like. Still counts. Still real. No refund needed. Before someone jumps in ready to fight: no, this isn't about people who say "mini shifts don't count for me personally, but I respect them for others". That's none of my business, go and do your thing ^-^ This is about the people who feel the need to barge uninvited into posts celebrating a mini shift and drop gems like: -> "It only counts if you stayed longer than a month" -> "You're not a real shifter if you only mini shifted" If, even for just a moment, you find yourself in your DR or another reality, saw your DR bedroom, smelled it, heard it, all of that, congrats buttercup, you shifted. You did it. You touched another reality. Just because you got startled, distracted or kicked yourself back by your own surprise doesn't mean it's invalid. Feels like shit, but it happens. The mechanics on how to do it? Still worked. The duration? Irrelevant The validation? Yours alone. Look at it this way: If a kid hops on a bike without training wheels for the first time, wobbles forward three meters, before crashing into the next hedge available, would you lean over them and tell them to their dirt covered little face: "Well, that didn't count because it was under 5 meters". Probably not, right? Unless you want to make kids cry. So why are we holding ourselves and others to those high arbitrary standards when it comes to shifting? Because some people are insecure? Because gatekeeping makes some people feel important? Because projecting their own failures onto others is easier than doing the inner work themselves? Maybe. Possible. Not really my problem. What ruffles my feathers is watching people share their excitment about a mini shift, all wide-eyed and buzzing with happiness, only to be told by some twat that it isn't valid because "it was under a month, so it doesn't count." And most of the time it comes from people who haven't even shifted themselves. From people who need others to fail too to feel better. Shifting isn't a sport, we have no leaderboard. No ones is handing out trophies for "who stayed the longest". This isn't a speedrun and sure as shit there is no reason to be a twat online over what people consider mini shifts. Stop comparing yourself to others, stop downplaying what you have accomplished and stop letting people tell you what counts as a shift and what not. Those five seconds are a lot more than what those people have managed. So celebrate it! Brag about it, be happy, you licked the multiverse and it looked awkwardly back. That is not nothing, that is everything.