#Maybe we could stop by if we ever need any!

[thevoidstaredback]

"If I turn around and there's a hero, vigilante, anti hero, villain, anything or anyone related in anyway to the Justice League, I'm going to fucking lose."

It was quiet for a second, then, "Don't turn around?"

Red fucking Robin. "What did I just say?" Phantom turned on his heel to face the young vigilante.

The kid threw his hands up, "I told you not to turn around!"

"And yet here we are," he crossed his arms. "The hell do you want?"

"You seem awfully snippy today."

"Seeing as you and everyone under the sun has been stalking me, trying to get answers to questions I'm not going to answer, I think you can excuse my attitude."

With a huff, Red Robin also crossed his arms. "How do you know what I'm going to ask if no one else has been able to talk to you?"

"Because living beings are all the same. Curiosity of the unknown drags you around by your ear." Phantom turned back to continue walking away, "Now go away."

The kid matched his pace. "No way,"

His eyebrow twitched ever so slightly. "I have a meeting soon, kid. You can't come along." That was a total lie. He had nothing going on that demanded his attention now that Constantine had ditched him after getting the demon under control. Maybe he could drop by Fawcett and visit Billy?

"No you don't." This damn kid-! "You've been wandering aimlessly for the past hour."

Phantom turned again to face the vigilante. "First of all, stalking people is hella creepy. Second of all, my schedule is none of your damn business."

"Careful there, kid," Red Robin smirked, "You'll get scolded for having a potty mouth."

"I'm thirty-fucking-eight!"

"You're literally fourteen."

Phantom closed his eyes. "Nocturn give me patience," he then looked Red Robin directly in the eye, "We've had this conversation. I'm dead. I don't physically age. That doesn't change the fact that I have walked this planted for thirty-eight years. Is that simple enough for you to understand or do I need to dumb it down for you?"

Red Robin blinked, his mouth agape. What? Did he just- The nerve! The audacity! "I'll have you know," he huffed, "I'm smarter than Batman."

"He tell you that himself?"

"Yes." It was one of the only times Batman had ever praised him, so that interaction was held particularly close.

Phantom looked Red Robin up and down, his expression reading both 'are-you-serious' and 'what-do-want?-a-medal?' Without a word, he turned back to his path and began his march anew. Any attempts at conversation from Red Robin was ignored, much to the younger's chagrin. Maybe he'd go away if he ignored him long enough.

Phantom and Red Robin wandered for the better part of an hour, not so much as a word passing between them. Neither stopped for any reason, and neither broke the set pace. It could almost be considered a friendly stroll through the city, if one ignored the slight apprehension surrounding the two.

Red Robin took this time to observe Phantom. He'd never spent too much time around anyone from the JLD who wasn't Raven, so he took the opportunity to get to know another on the team.

Phantom insisted that he was thirty-eight, not fourteen, and that the reason he looks as young as he does is because he looks like he did when he died. Not a comforting thought in the slightest. He knew that, though, when B had briefed him on all the members of or associated with the Justice League.

His powerset was almost completely unknown. They'd all seen him use a flight/levitation ability, as well as some form of density shifting and a healing factor, but Red Robin was more than sre that Phantom had more up his sleeve than that. He worked as a part of the JLD team, so he had to have some magical understanding or capabilities. But Raven wouldn't tell him if she knew, no matter how much he pestered her.

Looking at the kid now, Red Robin seriously wondered if Phantom had a civilian disguise. Ether white hair, toxic green eyes, the glow he seems to give off, and the contrasting bright white and vantablack suit and gloves he wore could not be easy to hide.

There was also a slight sense of unease Red Robin felt when looking at or being around Phantom for a long time. He hadn't noticed it before, but now it was as obvious as a neon sign. It was a strange mix of Uncanny Valley and sinking horror. Why was he feeling like this?

Phantom stopped in his tracks in a dead end alley. Without turning around he said, "Alright, spit it out. What do you want to ask?"

Red Robin hesitated for a moment. Surely it couldn't be that easy? Was Phantom really going to answer his questions? He shook his head to snap himself out of it.

"Come on, kid," Phantom pulled a piece of chalk from his front pocket. "I don't have all day."

Red Robin wanted to scoff because he most certainly did have all day. But, he pushed it aside. He was about to get answers that not even the Justice League could get! He decided to start of easy. "When did you die?"

"Try again." was the growled response.

"What?"

"I said 'Try again'."

Okay, okay. Touchy. "Why'd you join the Justice League?"

"I was bored." It was clipped. Phantom's on edge. Why?

"What're the rest of your powers? I know you have more than what you've shown everyone."

Phantom walked to the wall and started to draw a door on it with the chalk. "Next question."

Red Robin rolled his eyes. "Fine. How did you die?"

Every movement from Phantom froze. Every minute, involuntary twitch, even the telling signs of breathing. For a long minute, nothing happened and Red Robin had the dawning sense that he'd just asked something he really shouldn't have.

Phantom drew a circle in the rectangle he'd drawn on the wall, completing the door. "I'm going to give you a piece of advice that you seem to have completely glossed over." The piece of chalk was hidden away as he gripped the now 3D door handle. "If you value your life, don't ask the dead how they died." He opened the door and stepped through before looking back at the red clad vigilante. "They won't be so nice about it." Then, the door closed and the chalk erased itself.

Part 6

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#part 6 #Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant #no ships #danny phantom #red robin #dc x dp #dp x dc #don't ask the dead how they died #it's a good way to get on a shitlist

[tayytayy12]

Bad for business | PG10 x Reader

Summary - Reader and her boyfriend Pierre have a larger age gap than most relationships, and that causes people to leave some hate for them both, but they don’t care, they have each other.

Warnings - Age gap (everything is legal, imagine kika and Pierre), small but if hate, swearing

Type - SMAU

Requested - No - Yes

FaceClaim - Olivia Rodrigo

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Yourusername - A week off well spent with my love 💕

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User1 - My parents

User2 - This is just so icky ugh

User3 - Y/n and her grandpa 💕

User4 - I love Y/n and her music but promoting her relationship with a big age gap to her mostly young audience isn’t it

User5 - Finally someone said it

GracieAbrams - My babyyyy 💕💕

Yourusername - I miss youuu 🥲

User5 - She’s so pretty

User6 - I need a relationship like theirs

User7 - A weird one?

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PierreGasly - A week without racing, a week with my love 🤍

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User8 - Oh..

User9 - They both know that this very public relationship with this age gap can’t be good for their careers

User10 - IM DONE WITH THE Y/NPIERRE HATERS, THEYRE EVEYTHING

User11 - LITERALLY THEYRE JUST JEALOUS

User12 - What would be jealous of?

User13 - The fact that no one your age wants you, let alone someone that’s A FEW years older xx

User14 - Ppl can hate all they want but he makes her happy, she lit wrote Enchanted about him after one interaction, he clearly means a lot and treats her right

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User15 - Fr and from then on she’s wrote Paper rings, YOU ARE IN LOVE, and so many other songs about him

User16 - And she wrote ‘This Love’ about Y/ex/n, then proceeded to write ‘All too well’ about him, people can hide shit stuff relationships well yk

User17 - FR, we’re just looking out for her

User18 - Pierre needs to learn this girl is bad for business

User19 - Y/NPIERRE THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

User20 - I need your guys relationship

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Yourusername - As many of you know me and my boyfriend, Pierre, have an age gap of a few years. We understand that it’s maybe bigger than most, but it’s legal, we were both fully grown adults when we met. We didn’t jump in head first like everyone insists we did, we actually care for each other, a lot actually. We don’t care about your hate, it doesn’t affect us, but any of you claiming that your ‘looking out for us’ when your just leaving vile comments aren’t fans, you’re people who can’t tell that we’re happy exactly how we are.

I deal with shit by writing about it, so my brand new song ‘Bad For Business’ is out now, hope you like it.

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User21 - She didn’t put one heart in that whole thing you guys pissed her offff

User22 - LMAO SHE SHUT YOU GUYS DOWN

User23 - “He’s good for my heart but he’s bad for business” STOP IT.

User24 - She shut you haters downnn

User25 - As she should

User26 - Where all you haters at now

User27 - Oh she ate with this one

PierreGasly - Mon ange 🤍

Yourusername - My love 🤍

User28 - “they don’t know me like my baby” devoured

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PierreGasly - She was right, if you’ve ever hated on us for being happy, you’re not a fan, you’re a bully.

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User29 - All the haters a bit TOO quite now hmm

Yourusername - I love youuuu 💕

PierreGasly - I love you more 🤍

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[kinardscoffee]

Can we just talk about the fact that Buck has always gone above and beyond for everyone in his life?

And how having someone else be there for him is a huge fucking deal?

Buck has such a deep-seated fear of abandonment, and the show has made it so REAL, given his childhood, and i pray the writers put our boy back in therapy to address it. Clearly, the Buckley parents hardly showed affection towards Buck as a child, even to the extreme of cutting off an emotional connection to ultimately help them bury their grief over Daniel. And Buck could feel this. A tiny child who just wants to be loved "anyway" and has lived his entire life in fear that any future physical and emotional relationships he finds will always abandon him because it's literally all he knows.

Buck has always craved a connection to something. Whether it's with his sister, at jobs, with friends, with romantic partners... he approaches everything and everyone in his life like they're this brand new amazing piece of his charred. scattered puzzle.

And, still, everyone has either left him, made him feel like the problem or a burden, or told him he's not good enough.

And we know he values his family (both blood and found) above everything else around him.

But like, who does it for him?

I'm not saying the 118, Maddie, or past LIs haven't been there for him, but, at one point in time, they've all made him feel some type of way during their relationship with him. Whether it was completely accidental or not.

Yes, even Eddie, who called him exhausting and shut Buck out of his life when it came to the underground fighting. Even after Eddie left the 118 and was struggling with his PTSD. And I'm not saying Eddie is a dick for all that. He was having a bad time. I'm just saying he can't really understand Buck in that way.

And that's okay.

Eddie, along with everyone else in Buck's life, is there for him in their own special way that helps make Buck learn from past mistakes and become a better person.

But then he meets Tommy.

Someone who went above and beyond, putting both his job and his life on the line by flying Hen, Chim, Eddie and Buck out to search for a cruise ship in the middle of a hurricane.

And that has to impress the shit out of Buck. Which is why there is an immediate attraction and need to get to know this man. Buck feels drawn to him because maybe, just maybe, the pieces broken inside himself could ultimately match up to those within Tommy.

Buck can't stop thinking about Tommy because no one else he's ever dated has treated Buck with this amount of attention or makes him feel secure in the fact that his feelings matter.

And yeah, Tommy ended their first date early, and I know some people didn't appreciate that, but you also have to understand that Tommy has feelings too. We don't canonically know Tommy's story, but I'm confident he's broken inside by the same insecurities that Buck has.

So, Buck realizing that his actions on the date weren't right and deciding to put everything on the line to Tommy?

We aren't dealing with the same Buck from S6 who thought Natalia saw him because he died.

No.

Buck sees Evan. He sees himself and the life he's ready to live.

And finally, he's making himself a priority.

He's not basing this relationship on Tommy or what anyone else thinks. He's pursuing this relationship for himself and for the first time... it's his time.

And Tommy just keeps showing up for it.

He doesn't ridicule Buck on wanting to throw Chim a bachelor party that wasn't wanted. He stays as long as he can before getting called into work. And I'm willing to bet that the man didn't even eat anything because Buck said they had to wait for Chim.

And those looks!

The kicked puppy look that Buck gives Tommy says so much. There's a sadness that he failed at throwing a successful bachelor party, I mean, Chim didn't even show up. There's a sudden concern that the guy he likes is going to a fire that most likely is highly dangerous and large considering they called him in for it.

Tommy gives him a look that shows he understands all of the feelings that Buck is struggling with in that moment. And then he goes on to promise that he will try his best to make it to the wedding.

And you can tell that Buck doesn't believe that. Why would Tommy even consider coming back for Buck? Hell, maybe there wasn't even a fire. Maybe Tommy just created an easy out for an awkward situation.

But I like to believe that Tommy checked in with Buck periodically, and then when he found out that Chim was missing, his texts came in more frequently as his job would allow.

And im sure at one point, Buck told him that he didn't need to come. That he was off the hook because the wedding was at the hospital. No free food or chance of that dance.

Only, Tommy assures him he'll still be there.

And, holy shit, for the first time in Buck's life, someone has kept their word above all else.

Tommy shows up, dirty, exhausted, still in his uniform, hitching a ride on the firetruck or one of those ambulances parked outside, looking both concerned and apologetic.

But all Buck sees is the guy he's crazy about showing up all because Buck wanted him to.

And I just think that's really fucking huge.

#apparently im a rambler #hope it makes sense #if not oh wellz i guess #911 spoilers #911 abc #evan buckley #911 fandom #bucktommy #tommy kinard #911 speculation #i don't know what this is actually

[the-bi-space-ace]

Okay I’m going to talk about cutting off Crosshair’s hand because while I know plenty of people see a lot of symbolism in it and think it was a good decision I have things to say about it.

I have CPTSD which has a lot of different symptoms. One of them is trembling or shaking. There’s a lot of complexities tied up in it but I’m not going to go into more detail because it’s not a fun thing to talk about.

What I liked about Crosshair’s trauma was that it impacted him not only mentally and emotionally but also physically. It’s very representative of what it’s actually like dealing with symptoms from something like PTSD and CPTSD (there are differences between these two that I won’t go into rn). I loved that we got to see a physical symptom of something psychological. It’s so rare that it’s handled well. Because yeah meditation and safety will help, certainly, but oftentimes it’s not the end all be all. I’m safe. I’m protected. I take care of my mental well being. But I still have symptoms that say the opposite. Because it’s not as simple as ‘no longer in the bad situation therefore the symptoms will stop’. I’ve made my peace that it’s lifelong and, honestly, Crosshair’s symptoms would be lifelong as well.

Cutting off his hand…

Here’s the thing.

The show really makes it seem like cutting off his hand is something he needed to move forward. He needed to be rid of the symptom because it was a physical reminder and it was holding him back from moving on. Cutting off the hand means no more shaking which means he’s healed. No more shaking hand=no more trauma. He can finally move on with his life.

And to that I say ouch.

There’s been plenty of times my symptoms are inconvenient to myself or others. Times when I wish I could just make it stop. Times when I’m terrified that it’s holding me back and I’m screwed up and that’s all I’ll ever be: broken. There are plenty of times I know people wish i could just knock it off and get over it and cut it out but that’s not how it works. Like I said. I’ve made peace with this thing that’ll be with me forever.

It was refreshing to see him try to adapt to dealing with it instead of ignoring it or trying to get rid of the part of him that was hurting. I loved that. It was such a freeing thing to see. Someone who will live with the hurt and the symptoms and it doesn’t make him any less. It just makes him have to do life a little different.

I hate that they cut off his hand. I hate that it wasn’t handled with any sort of nuance or delicacy. And I hate that this thing that made me so proud of him, so proud to share something with him, just got cut off for… what? Shock? To ‘fix’ him?

If we had gotten more time with the loss of his hand maybe I’d feel differently. Hell, I’d love to see how Crosshair adapts to losing his hand, see how he learns to accommodate. It would give him and Echo something to bond over and talk about, finding healing with each other. I think this could’ve been done well. I’d still be on the fence about it but I would’ve held my breath and saw how it played out.

I fully expect people to roll their eyes at me here. I expect that people will say that I just don’t get it or that this isn’t what they intended. I’m sure this isn’t what they intended. At least I hope it isn’t. But what they intended doesn’t change how insensitively this was handled after a whole season of him unpacking his hurt and trying to learn to adapt to it. No one reacted to it, not even Crosshair, and we got no unpacking of what happened. I’m not happy with this but it is what it is I guess.

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb spoilers #tbb season 3 #idk what to say other than ouch #feel free to disagree #this is just how I’m feeling rn #maybe I’ll write something nuanced in fic form about this one day #and I’ll feel better #but for now I’m getting my week of sadness out of the way #before I move on to continue writing and ignoring the parts of canon I don’t like #it just stings is all #tw ptsd #tw cptsd

[hotchfiles]

↪ QUIS UT DEUS? ─ chapter one.

AN IN NOMINE PATRIS, ET FILII, ET SPIRITUS SANCTI INSTALLMENT

pairing: hotch x fem!consultant!reader. summary: murders committed using catholic symbology gets emily to convince hotch it's time to ask for an expert. luckily for you, you're the expert. content warnings: canon typical violence. religious themes. spoilers to season 4. mature themes. word count: 1.5K

    In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti…

    ��Amen.” If you weren’t paying attention and side eyeing him at that exact moment, you might’ve lost the way his lips moved following the ritual, no word actually leaving his mouth. 

    The black haired man didn’t look too comfortable, but didn’t look out of place either, he knew the cues, he spoke the words on automatic it seemed. It amused you to observe people’s behavior on holy grounds, that was part of the reason you asked to meet in silver spring.

    “Catholic, Mr. Hotchner?” Your question is met with a low scoff, the type only those with a bad bad history with the church gave you. “That much, huh?”

    “My parents were.” The answer is simple and you think it might stop at that, but he shakes his head and scoffs again. “I was an altar boy for years before I left for boarding school.” You nod. 

    “Ah. I've met some of you in my research.” Some of you. Church babies, altar boys. Spoon fed the bible from birth while watching everyone around sin. Sin becoming a term to reflect on what they hated. 

    “And you? Catholic?” 

    “Oh no. Never been.” You don’t explain much, aware Emily probably told him of your time in Rome, where the two of you met. “Your UnSub is though. Either devoted to Saint Michael or knows enough about his roles to look like one.” You note, being reminded of the pictures Emily sent you, big stab wounds, a small scale tipped to one side, the words Hebrews 9:22 written in blood. 

    Hotchner doesn’t reply, making a mental reminder of the new information, he looks around the place as you both leave the church and it hits him, Silver Spring’s St. Michael the Archangel parish, the church you chose as a meeting place. 

    He wouldn’t usually accept consultation for cases, especially from outsiders. And to be fair, the BAU doesn’t usually need any, Reid alone has more knowledge than anyone Hotch has ever met, and despite the humbleness he tends to show, Hotch himself can take care of the general book knowledge if Reid doesn’t step up to it. But he trusted Emily, and Emily spoke more highly of you than of anyone. Honestly, he was also trying to make amends after not having her back during the Matthew case they had not long before. 

    “She's in town giving lectures, it’s an asset we have easy access to, so why not use it?” Were her final and most convincing words before Hotch nodded in agreement, watching Emily make the call that led to the meeting. 

    He thinks now, as he’s driving both of you to Quantico, that maybe Emily should’ve been the one here, his attempts to strike conversation falling flat as you don’t even remember the last time you had to make small talk with someone, it felt awkward all of a sudden, as if you were on a date. 

    “I'm so sorry, I'm not too good with… People.” You blurt out after a long minute of silence, your neck suddenly warm from embarrassment. 

    Hotch side eyes you, brows lifted in confusion. You seemed much less confident in the car now than what you showed him of you minutes before back at the church. He figures you felt confident talking about your area of expertise and that he could relate to easily. “Did you notice anything else by the pictures Emily sent you?” 

    The switch of topic makes you sigh loudly in relief and you mentally thank him for brushing your silliness off. “He’s using different pieces of catholic dogma and putting it together, but most of the symbology eludes to Michael, the stabbing looks like a sword, the tipped scale indicates judgment, the verse he chose doesn’t cite Michael but talks about sins being forgiven by the shedding of blood… He’s the judge and executioner of his victims.” You try not to sound excited as you ramble on, it’s a terrible thing to witness, the pictures were grotesque and would’ve made you sick on a normal day, but the cherry picking of symbols the murderer seemed to make fascinated you. 

    “So you believe it’s a man?” 

    “Oh! I–I don’t know? I just assumed… Is that misogynistic?” You mumble the last part more to yourself, but it’s loud enough to make him chuckle and you look at him quickly to make sure it’s not mean spirited. 

    It’s definitely not. But it is amusing from a profiler perspective, he’s so used to defining serials’ genders by their crimes he hasn’t thought about misogyny being a factor to those assumptions in a long time. 

    “Brutality suggests male. But posing looks remorseful, theatrical…” His grip on the wheel tightens, two victims by now, feet crossed, arms wide open. 

    “If there were more allusions to the crucifixion, yeah, but I–” You take your phone out to look at the pictures once more, an attempt to seem less abstract in what you’re about to say. “No crown, no nails, this isn’t about Christ, it’s about punishment–I mean, I think.” You’re not usually self conscious about your knowledge but inferring characteristics and desires to someone by looking at a crime scene was not your specialty. 

    “To further point they were judged and executed…” Hotch nods, understanding where your line of thought is going and completing it immediately, not leaving you much time to doubt yourself. 

    “A very shameful execution.” 

    You both spend the short ride from Silver Springs to Quantico going over the symbology present, you tried to help here and there with the associations of what you saw to who could’ve done it, even though that was not what you were called in for. Strangely enough—for him at least, Hotch didn’t seem to mind your guesses, they were educated ones.

    And it was interesting to hear someone speak with such passion about religious aspects without any of the fundamentalism. It was definitely something he wasn’t used to.

    “Mi amore!” Are the first words you hear as you enter the famous bullpen from Emily’s texts, her arms surrounding you in a tight warm hug you haven’t felt in years—it hits you then how long has it been. You weren’t able to come and mourn Matthew with her, his parents weren’t fond of you either (Lord almighty, you didn’t even go to church with them!) and you were busy with your lectures.

    “Hey troublemaker, how’s it going?” Your question is muffled in the hug, your hands clasping together behind her back.

    The reunion doesn’t last long, curious eyes set on you two and a rather impatient Hotch leading the way to what you learned was the conference room.

    The briefing room. The round table. Emily told you about it when she first got into the BAU.

    You end up sitting between Emily and who you would bet was Spencer—there’s this sweet kid working with us, he’s super smart, annoyingly smart, but so sweet, he reminds of Matty when we were teens—the lanky boy was the only one with what seemed like naivety enough in his eyes to be the one Emily mentioned back then. 

    Aaron sat in front of you almost, serious, stern, very different from the few chuckles you got from him in the car. This was unit chief Hotchner, the subtle difference was fascinating.

    “Alright, as we know, DC is in trouble, second murder in three weeks.” blonde and gorgeous, you believed that was JJ, there had been no time for introductions, all you could do was try to remember the e-mails and few phone calls you shared with Emily the past years. “Richard Beckett, married, no kids, 27. He works for his father's car dealership.” 

    Pictures show up on the screen, showing the man when he was alive. It’s a punch to your gut, just minutes before you were fascinated by the way this real person was murdered. You’re glad you had a light breakfast by the way your stomach turns.

    “Monica Dawson, divorced, no kids, 53. She’s a counselor at a local school.” The woman continues speaking, with more pictures on the screen. And then pictures of their deaths, side by side. The fascination is completely extinguished then. “Both were stabbed countless times with a large blade. Left in abandoned warehouses posed in a cross position, a tipped scale on their side. Both naked. Both were heavily drugged.”

    “They didn’t have kids, is that a coincidence?” You hear Emily speak up and suddenly you can see all their brains working.

    “Could that be the linking between them? The victimology is all over the place.” Derek. Oh. You’ve heard of Derek. You’ve seen pictures of Derek. He needs no introduction. 

    “Reid, Morgan, go talk to the first victim’s widow. Rossi, JJ, Ms. Dawson’s ex-husband can give us insight on her life. Emily and us—” He gives you a look and you understand he means you, nodding in reply. “Will head to the DC police precinct.” The way Hotch gives orders is effortless, not only his job but his vocation. 

    Everyone listens and agrees quickly, moving and leaving the table, even Emily is fast on her feet, even though she won’t leave without you and him. You stay still, stiff, eyes glued to the screen.

    “Are you alright?” His voice is soft, laced with worry, genuine worry. You didn’t even notice he had stayed behind, but you nod again at Hotch, a question burning at the tip of your tongue.

    “Do you still believe in God, Mr. Hotchner?”

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario #flari: in nomine patris #lari writes sometimes

[notboredhuening]

fates collide — 양정원 ∞︎︎

you and this hot man you hooked up with once at a party could not stop meeting, he kept following you around, just wanting to hook up again. or maybe he wanted more? you never know until you get a taste?

cyclist!jungwon x fem!reader

this was written for @jungsdesire i hope you like it doll. kisses kisses!

“look who it is!” jungwon tuts, slipping his helmet off and grinning at you. a light blush crosses your cheeks, not a flustered one, an angry one. why was he everywhere you went? In the supermarket, at the convenience store, even at your favorite restaurant. he just found a way to you, like you two were magnets and gravitated toward each other. The hot, burly, and awfully rideable, yang jungwon, could just never stay out of your path. ever since you hooked up with him that one night you couldn’t seem to steer clear of the brown haired man.

jungwon hops off his motorcycle to cross the crosswalk between the two of you. “hello dear.” jungwon says, the smirk on his face highly evident. “jungwon. pleasure seeing you here..” you trail off. “and everywhere else i go” you mutter. “ah you’ve noticed.” jungwon smiles. “i’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while actually.” he confesses. this catches you off guard. “wow, about what exactly?” you question. jungwon licks his lips, his smirk never fading. “when’s our next hookup?” shit. you’d forgotten about what you said that night. when it was all a flurry of pleasure and excitement, you said you’d hookup with him as many times as he wanted. and you were not one to back down on promises, especially from a cocky, arrogant, son of a bitch. “whenever you want it to be.” you faux coo. “that’s great, how about my place, tonight. got any plans?” you didn’t have plans, but you wanted to lie and say you did. “mhm, going to the uh..” you thought. “great.”jungwon smiles. “my place, 9:00pm.” he says. “or do you need a ride? you know, before you ride me?” he smirks. this time your cheeks rushed pink from embarrassment. “mmh..i guess.” you bite the inside of your cheek. “c’mon darling, make sure you hold on tight.” he says as he pulls you onto the motorcycle.

as jungwon speeds down the freeway, your hands grip his back for support, you were terrified of falling off. jungwon looked back at your expression, holding in a chuckle. “you’re a bit red, doll. calm down. we’re almost there.” he says, taking a sharp turn that was sure to throw you off the motorcycle. “here we are.” when you heard jungwon was rich, you didn’t think he was rich rich. you pull up to a large penthouse apartment. “jungwon..you live here?” you ask. “mhm..now come on, we have a fun night ahead of us.”

immediately as you walk into his apartment, his arms wrap around your waist as his hot kisses pepper your neck. “mmh..jung..” you whine as he pushes you up against one of the huge high rise windows. “look at, you’re a beauty.” he tuts. you roll your eyes, squeezing your thighs together as the heat rises. slick drips down your thighs and stains your skirt slightly. jungwon raises an eyebrow. “ah..look at this, you’re oh so wet for me already huh?.” he says. “please..j-jungie..” you whine. “good girl, turn around and bend over. im going to fuck you where the whole city will see, you want that?” he whispers, his vanilla scented breath in your ear. “p-please.” you say again as he slide his cock out of his pants and lifts your skirt. “mhm.” he hums, sliding himself into you perfectly. “fuck.” he moans. “you’re still as tight as when we first fucked, do i need to stretch out this pretty little cunt of yours again?” he tsks. you’re response is incoherent, moaning and whining. “god! please jungie! mmh.” you say, bucking your hips back into his, causing a delicious prick at your cervix. yours and jungwons moans fill the room and lewd clapping and squelching sounds follow.

“fuck! jung!, ‘m so fucking cl-.” you moan out as you squirt your hot, white, liquid down his cock. jungwon follows soon after, his ropes of cum spurting into you. after a minute he pulls out of you, cum dripping down your legs as you kneel, exhausted. “look at you, you giant whore.” he smirks. “see all the people watching?” he points down out his window to a crowd of people, watching you two. you blush, glad you’re still fully covered. “come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” jungwon says, you stand up and turn towards him, cum still dripping uncontrollably down your thighs.

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[queenshelby]

The Law Student (Rewritten)

Part Eight: A Date

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (20) & Reader (30)

Note: This plays in 1996, just before Cillian drops out of law school.

The following week, you returned to the lecture hall, armed with fresh coffee and a renewed sense of purpose following two days off. 

The students trickled in one by one, filling the lecture hall with a low buzz of chatter. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the hour ahead. Just as you were about to begin, Cillian walked in.

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met his. He wore a simple white shirt that contrasted with the dark blue of his eyes, making them appear more vivid and intense than ever. A lock of his wavy hair fell over his forehead, adding to his boyish charm. He nodded at you, offering a small smile as he made his way to an empty seat in the front row.

You started the lecture, feeling a nervous tremor in your voice and, throughout the lecture, Cillian raised his hand a few times, really making an effort that morning.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest every time he looked at you and engaged  in a discussion and you soon struggled to focus , your mind wandering off into a world full of longing and desire.

From time to time, you caught yourself staring at him, noticing every little detail about him, from the freckles on the back of his neck to the small scar above his right eyebrow.

A fierce blush heated your cheeks whenever you realized that you had been caught staring, but Cillian just gave you a playful wink before turning back to the front to continue diligently taking notes.

Before you knew it, class was over and you dismissed your students with a fervent sigh of relief.

You busied yourself with gathering your notes and packing up your belongings, trying to avoid Cillian's gaze as he lingered in his seat. But as you lifted your gaze to the lecture hall door, you noticed him getting up and walking towards you, a determined look in his eyes.

"Excuse me, Miss Y/LN," he said, stopping just short of your desk. "Can I have a word with you? In your office, maybe? Somewhere private." 

You hesitated before nodding and gesturing for him to follow you out of the lecture hall.  Your heart raced as you walked down the hallway, trying to ignore the heat that crept up your neck. Once inside your cramped office, you closed the door behind him, turning to face him.

"What can I do for you, Cillian?" You asked, placing your hands on your desk and trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism. But the way his eyes locked onto yours made it difficult to stay in control.

Cillian took a deep breath before speaking. "Why did you come over the other day? To my house?" Cillian finished, his voice wavering slightly as he awaited your response. You took a deep breath, trying to quell the fluttering in your chest. "I wanted to check on you after what happened at the pub. We had quite a scene there, and I thought it would be best if I could confirm that you were alright," you explained, keeping your tone measured and professional.

Cillian studied you for a moment, his eyes searching for any hint of untruthfulness or impropriety. "Is that all?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Well, I also wanted to make sure that there were no rumors or misunderstandings about us, given that we had been seen together in such a provocative situation," you admitted, feeling the need to be completely honest with him. 

"You worry too much, Miss Y/LN," Cillian said with a small smile, taking a step closer to you. "And to tell you the truth, I was kinda hoping that you came to see me because, I don't know...,"  Cillian trailed off, his voice lowering to a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Maybe you  came by to see me because you couldn't stop thinking about me."

"Cillian, we have been through this. I am your professor. We cannot cross that line again. Besides, you barely know me," you stated, trying to maintain a sense of reason in the face of your own desires.

However, Cillian's gaze never wavered as he took another step towards you, his eyes filled with determination and a sense of urgency. "I know enough about you to know that I want to get to know you better," Cillian said, his voice steady as he reached for your hand and gently placed it over his erratically beating heart. "I really like you," Cillian then whispered, leaning in closer and your pulse quickened as his breath tickled your ear, sending waves of heat coursing through your veins. You tried to steady yourself, but the feeling of Cillian's strong grip on your hand and the warmth radiating from his body made it hard to focus.

"I am ten years older than you , Cillian. It's unethical and would only lead to trouble," you said, trying to rationalize your way out of this situation, but Cillian's grip on your hand only tightened.

"I know all that. But sometimes, we can't control who we have feelings for. And I have feelings for you, Miss Y/LN," Cillian whispered, his voice filled with sincerity that made your heart ache with longing.

You looked into his deep blue eyes and saw the raw emotion that was written all over his face.

It was clear to you that he had put a lot of thought into this and that what he was saying was true. You felt your walls starting to crumble as you listened to his impassioned words. 

"Cillian, I can't," you protested weakly, pulling your hand away from his with a tremble. "But I tell you what, maybe once this semester is finished, we  can talk about this again. But until then, I need you to focus on your studies and I'll focus on keeping my job," you said, trying to regain your composure and maintain a sense of decorum.

Cillian nodded, taking a step back from you. "What if I drop out?" Cillian suddenly asked, his deep blue eyes burning with intensity as he searched your face for a reaction.

"What? No, Cillian," you said firmly, shaking your head at him. "You cannot quit law school just because of me. You have a bright future ahead of you, and you need to focus on that right now."

Cillian bit his lower lip, looking unsure for a moment. "Are you sure? I mean, I was thinking about it even before we met," he confessed in a low voice. "I just don't think law is for me. It's fucking boring. I want to do something more creative, more fulfilling," Cillian continued, his deep blue eyes sincere and earnest.

You looked at him, considering his words. You knew that he had talent and potential, but leaving law school was a big decision that would impact his future. However, it was not your place to make that decision for him.

"Cillian, I can't tell you what to do. But I will say that leaving law school is a big decision and you should think carefully about it without me being a factor in your decision making. You should finish this semester and then evaluate,"  you said, looking into his deep blue eyes.

Cillian sighed and nodded in agreement. "Okay, well, I tell you what," Cillian began, his voice taking on a determined tone. "I will pull through this semester if you go on a date with me - just one date," he added, holding up a hand as if to demonstrate his sincerity. 

"That is a terrible idea, Cillian! We cannot possibly go on a date," you chuckled , shaking your head at him in a light-hearted manner. 

"Just one date, Miss Y/LN," Cillian persisted, his deep blue eyes pleading with you. "I promise I won't try anything inappropriate; I just want to get to know you better. You're an amazing person. Plus, I think we could have a good time together," he added, his voice full of sincerity.

You looked into his deep blue eyes and felt your resistance crumble. You knew that agreeing to this was a bad idea, but you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in your chest at the thought of spending more time with Cillian. "Fine," you heard yourself saying. "One date, and that's it.

Cillian's face lit up with an ear-to-ear grin.

"At my house! Not in public!" you said hastily. "We could watch a movie, or something, I don't know,"  you added, trying to downplay the significance of the date.

Cillian's grin grew wider. "I could cook for you," he  offered, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"You can cook?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. 

"Of course I can," Cillian lied, his eyes shining with excitement. "So, how about Friday night? Would that work for you?" Cillian asked, his deep blue eyes earnest and hopeful.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, fine," you said with a small smile. "Friday night it is and, after that, we won't be talking about this again. At least not until the semester is over and you are no longer in my class," you told him , trying to establish clear boundaries.

Cillian nodded eagerly, clearly thrilled that you had agreed. "You won't regret it, I promise," he assured you before leaving your office with a boyish grin on his face.

Despite the excitement of the moment, you couldn't shake off a sense of unease. You knew that agreeing to this date was risky, and it could compromise your job and reputation. But there was something about Cillian that drew you in - his passion, his confidence, and his raw sexual energy.

It had been a long time since you had felt such intense attraction to someone, and it scared you. You couldn't deny that you were intrigued by him, not just as your student, but as a man.

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[boots-with-the-fur-club]

For you, @phoebepheebsphibs ~

Raph barges through the fifth lab door of the day. It’s sickening that this place has so many areas filled with experimented on animals. The sweetest, most innocent ones he could think of turned into violent, bloodthirsty monsters.

And Mikey was trapped here somewhere with them.

He runs past several cages. Claws and arms poke out from them, attempting to draw his blood. He’d like to help them, but there’s not much he could do, and Mikey takes priority above all else.

Calling out for his brother doesn’t garner much response. He probably wouldn’t be able to hear him over all the sounds each mutated animal is making.

Roars.

Growls.

Yowling.

……Whimpering?

He stops in front of a cage, seeing something cowering in the corner. It was too dark to see it in there.

Raph thinks that this must be an animal they haven’t mutated yet. Maybe it would be alright to help just this one.

He breaks the lock off and carefully opens the cage. The whimpering stops and suddenly he’s lunged at. Raph barely has any time to react or even scream from how fast it moves.

A squeal of fear escapes from his mouth. Luckily, his kindness isn’t rewarded with a mauling. The animal clambers onto his shoulder and perches on top of the back of his shell.

There’s no opportunity for him to even see it.

He’s guessing it’s friendly, though? It hasn’t spilled any of his blood yet. Raph sighs. The place it’s taking is Mikey’s.

“Alright, you can stay up there, but I need to go find my brother.”

The animal lets out a confused noise.

Raph holds onto it like he always does with his brothers when they’re hitching a ride on his shell and begins walking.

“His name is Mikey. He’s got spots and the biggest smile you’ll ever see. Mikey’s also super talented. Kid can bake, draw, and dance better than anyone.”

The animal squeezes him slightly. Raph can feel it wagging a tail. He wonders why it would get excited about what he’s saying but he knows he’d probably never get an answer.

“I love him. A lot. I’d do anything for him. We used to be even closer, but….older brothers aren’t so impressive to younger ones when they’re way more…..talented. Anything I do to protect him just seems like I’m tryna to be annoying to him. It’s fine because I love him and I won’t stop doing it, but I….just miss being cool.”

He feels something wet on the back of his neck and shudders.

“Ew! Did you just drool on me!? Come on!”

Sad, pitiful noises make him realize that he guessed wrong.

“Hey, sorry for saying all that….you’ve probably been through enough already.”

The animal rubs his cheek on the top of Raph’s head.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not sad. Not as long as I find him.”

The animal rubs more as a response.

Raph smiles and continues walking. As he does, the animal begins trying to turn him a certain way. It’s confusing, but then he starts to think that maybe it knows where Mikey is.

Or he does until it leads him to an exit.

“I can’t go without my brother. Here, you get out, you’ve probably been trapped long enough.” He attempts to get the animal off but it refuses.

“Listen, I can’t-“

He suddenly hears the sound of a bunch of cages opening.

Change of plans.

He takes off running with the animal still held tight on his shoulders. Either the other animals are fast or he’s slow because they’re catching up fast.

The animal on his shoulders wriggles around a lot.

“I can’t let you down! They’re still coming!”

The animal doesn’t stop, eventually worming its way out of his grip. It lands behind him so he whirls around to finally get a good look.

No.

He can’t have been so stupid.

The animal now in front of him has claws, glowing red eyes, and spots.

“M-Mikey….?”

Mikey smiles sadly, shyly, as if he’d been caught stealing cookies instead of pretending he wasn’t mutated and hiding it.

Then, he turns to face the other mutated animals.

“No! MIKEY!” Raph screams.

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[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 40: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k please be kind to me this is the last chapter and endings are not my strong suit, but this is exactly how i wanted this to go all along and i am just so glad i managed to get there ;-; 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: nothing untoward, lil bit of angst though!

You were there exactly when Eddie asked you to be there. Furthest tunnel in the system. 9pm. Right on time. Earlier, in fact. Because you had spent the entire day up to that point nervously pacing around your room like an animal in an ill-suited enclosure. Grimacing, worrying, chewing your fingernails to the point that your fingertips were raw and reddened. And yet, it felt like it was wasted nerves. It couldn’t have been that Eddie was prepared to ask you something important, as he had alluded to. Because he hadn’t even bothered to show up on time. This was a huge source of irritation, given how stern he had been when insisting that you showed up when he needed you there. 

And even more annoying, since you were aware that Eddie had left your main living space some few hours before you had. You had thought you had heard the various doors and locks as he left to go further into the cavernous tunnel system where you both existed, and then your assumptions had been confirmed when you heard the elevator that led down to the deeper floors. Sitting there in your room, listening to the gears humming, knowing he had gone without saying a word. And although you felt like what was coming that evening was positive, the fact he had left without a goodbye still left a bitter feeling in your chest.

One that was only now exacerbated by the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to show up. 

Or maybe he wouldn’t be coming at all.

Nothing over the past few days had offered any indication about whether your previous concerns were at all founded in reality. Although, if Eddie had really intended to propose to you, to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him, it wouldn’t have surprised you at all for him to behave as oddly cold and awkward as he usually was. In fact, it would make sense. Any other time he had ever tried to offer his emotions to you, he had done so in a fit of aggression, angry at himself for feeling that way. Angry at you for making him feel that way. And filled with hatred for himself for how difficult he found it to tell you how much he cared for you, when everything else in life came so easily, so naturally to him. 

Perhaps that exact difficulty had scared him off. 

Again, you considered your own concerns. It was quick. Sudden. Not really, though. But for you and Eddie? It would be so out of character for him to propose, and so against the grain of the rest of your relationship. But now you had built it up in your mind, wondering how he would ask if he was going to. What words he would say. How he would sound saying them. And if he didn’t ask now, you weren’t sure how you would feel.

You smacked your hands to the front of your face, dragging them down over your cheeks as you let out an exasperated groan.

The truth was that you still weren’t sure how you would feel either way. 

“And what, pray tell, are you groaning for, my dear?”

Eddie’s voice made you jump, coming from behind you, and not from the front door of the orphanage. 

“Eddie! You scared me… where- where have you been? Where did you come from?”

“I’ve been inside, waiting for you. Please don’t tell me that the grand puzzle of a door handle stopped you from being on time?”

You offered him a look, irritated and questioning, silently asking him if he really wanted to go there at this moment in time. Sensing that it definitely was not the right moment, he continued with a smile.

“Well… I suppose you’re not too late. Shall we go get started?”

Before you could speak he had turned from you, walking back into the tunnel, keeping up his pace even as you rushed to keep up with him. 

It was darker down here, limited lighting on the corridors, an endless maze of twists and turns and directional choices that had you feeling a little dizzy. Underfoot, the ground became muddier, damper, and more than once you slipped, almost falling completely. Eddie must have heard, but he remained focused on reaching something, as opposed to offering his limited chivalry and rushing to your aid.

Luckily, timing was on Eddie’s side, as he turned to you at the end of a corridor with a glee-filled smile just moments before you snapped at him, considering turning around and heading back to your bedroom. 

The excitement behind the expression took a hold of you too, as you felt yourself building it up once more, forgiving, as you so often did, all of Eddie’s habits that were a little too nuanced to either be good or bad. 

“Now… are you ready?”

“F-for what?”

He opened the door without answering, taking your wrist, not your hand, and pulling you into yet another dark room that smelled of mould and dust. There was a small window, through which you could see down to another level. A wide track, big enough for a car or maybe two, carved into the floor, grooves where the walls had been smoothed, dents where glints of metal shone from. You couldn’t quite tell what you were looking at, but you really didn’t want to disappoint Eddie.

“Wow… that’s so… cool.”

He narrowed his brows as he looked at you, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath, one of his learned behaviours and his attempt at not immediately becoming infuriated with you.

“No, no. Not that.”

Guiding your body with his hand on your lower back, he ushered you towards a large surface covered by a stained and grimy sheet. 

“This!”

Admittedly, when he grabbed the end of the sheet, you had hoped he was going to reveal something a little more impressive. A meal, laid out for you both. Some jewellery. Anything other than what was facing you. A large control panel, thousands of buttons and pulls. And you couldn’t help but laugh a little. That you expected anything other than electronics from Eddie.

“This?”

“Yes. This. It’s… this is it. This is going to work this time. And this…”

He gestured towards a large, red button in the centre of the console. 

“... this is what will start it all.”

With your warm smile and curious smile as encouragement he continued.

“This, my dear, operates the racetrack which I have built below us. Moving platforms, daring twists and turns, drop ceilings, drop floors, spikes and explosions and drowning potentials. I control them all. And, when Batman inevitably succumbs to the desire to beat me, I will use all of these pleasant little buttons to destroy him.”

You smiled at his enthusiasm. It was always so catching, and it would never stop making you beam with adoration to see Eddie in his true state as the Riddler, plotting Batman’s death with all the giddy glee of a child on Christmas morning.

“Now, more importantly than all of these buttons, my dear, is this one. The big red button. Of course, I  didn’t need to make the button large and red. I’m perfectly capable of recalling where I placed a detonation switch. But what can I say? Explosions deserve a touch of ceremony.””

Eddie beamed as he gestured towards a large red button in the middle of the console. 

“This one starts everything off. No more test laps. This button will ignite  the flame. And, for the inaugural race, when Batman is finally lured into my trap…”

He reached towards you, taking your hands. The first gentle physical gesture he’d extended to you all day. It made your skin tingle, your heart skipping a beat as your mouth became suddenly dry. 

“I want you to press it.”

It took everything in you not to let the tears, which had begun to form immediately, fall down your cheeks. You had to stay present, strong. 

That was what he wanted to ask you. 

If you’d press a button. 

The button.

A big, red button that he hoped would kill Batman.

And you realised that was the only question you wanted him to ask.

The meaning was there. A shared commitment. Welcoming you into his world, into his life. Culpable, aiding and abetting. Partners. In crime or otherwise. 

“Will you… I mean, I would like you to do me the honour of pressing it.”

You stared, still not one hundred percent convinced that you were comprehending the situation as intended, only blinking in silence until he continued.

“I have worked for this moment for so long. This is the most effort I have ever put into a plan or a scheme. This could potentially be my crowning achievement, or, if it fails, the thing that sends me back to Arkham for who knows how long. And in either event, I want it to be you who sets it in motion. I want you to be the catalyst for my triumph. I want you to be the decider in my fate. Because I am hopeful that regardless of the outcome, you will be there at the end. And if you start it… then… maybe you’ll be more inclined to see the end too.”

Eddie took your hands in his, taking a deep breath to renew his confidence, but knowing that you could hear the nerves jangling on his voice. 

“So… will you?”

He was so worried, you could feel it in the air, in his trembling hands, shaking as they held yours tighter than he ever had. The answer he wanted was yes. Because a yes would fill in the gaps. This was a stand in question, of course it was. He couldn’t ask you what he wanted. There were so many complications, so many legal disadvantages for you both, so many potential dangers for you. So this, this gesture of faith and trust, a gesture of sharing his life’s work, a significant, if not the most important, moment so far, was just an easier way to ask you. And he stood there, terrified, no longer able to hold up the facade of egomaniac. Because your answer to this question was going to be your answer to any other question he might plan on asking you. And he needed the correct answer.

“Eddie… I…”

It was still a lot of pressure. Even on its own, the thought of being the one to push the button was stressful, but this was such a loaded question, with so many layers. It was asking you if you agreed to what your future would be. 

This was it though. This was your forever. The most forever you could have with Eddie. And it was perfect.

“Yeah. Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

Eddie’s arms were around you quickly, his heart beating hard enough that you could feel it against your chest. His entire world was hanging in the balance, his every want and desire, for weeks now, and he had finally found some relief, evident by the way he had begun peppering your neck and shoulder with warm kisses as he kept you in his embrace. 

He stood back eventually, keeping his hands on your hips and turning you towards the control panel. 

“Ok… let’s do this then. For better or for worse.”

His fingers tensed on your waist, his breath still, holding it in anticipation as you hovered over it, dreamily romanticising it in your head.

“Do you take this criminal to be your unlawfully committed partner, your entire future, your everything?”

As you pushed down the smooth plastic of the button, you could hear gears beginning to grind, an ethereal green light, almost Eddie’s signature now, shining in the rooms below you as flooring shifted and the walls rumbled. 

“I do.”

Eddie interrupted the thought, his head against your shoulder as he whispered into your ear.

“And are you ready for a life of crime by my side then, my dear? Is that something you can… do?”

You placed a hand to his cheek, stroking it softly, holding him there as close to you as possible.

“That’s for you to figure out, Eddie. You are a genius after all.”

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[bloodgulchsuperorganism]

Hi Spaghetti Donut! Here are some little DigiMon bloobly-babies your tiny form made me think of (one of them turns into the personification of the Internet Devil)~

OK, I shared a thing. Now I shall ask, do you know any cool rock and/or dirt facts?

Oh!! they're like squishy little marshmallows!

The dirt back home is silty! Blood gulch had silty soil too! It was really exciting at Valhalla where there was more of a balance - made gardening really fun, figuring out what would grow there!

#Oh.... that little ambitious mint back at red base must be absolutely voluminous by now! #Maybe we could stop by if we ever need any! #ic; oh worms? #tl; helmet crab #[ooc: my dirt knowledge is rudimentary. all i know is silt drains well and mint loves dirt that drains.]

[biblicalhorror]

Aroace Riz real but also Fabian is SO clearly in love with him and Riz has no idea

#honestly fabian might not even fully know yet #a core part of fabians character is that he is so deeply afraid of rejection that he is never going to pursue the people he actually wants #i do think he likes Maezy a lot but i think he only knows how to pursue hot toxic women that will discard him at a moments notice #which in a way protects him from ever actually dealing with heartbreak #is he a gay man dealing with comphet? ehh maybe #i could see that #but I think the vibe i get is more about how he has these platonic friends he completely adores and is fully devoted to #and then in another category he has the people that he does not have any actual attachment to that he will allow himself to pursue #and crossing the boundaries in between those two categories or allowing himself to pursue someone he really cares for #would require a level of vulnerability he is in no way prepared for #in his home life he has an emotionally detached mother who is well liked but kind of floats through interactions on a surface level #and a father who is extremely concerned with fame and glory and attention but doesnt seem to have ever stopped moving in his life #genuinely fabian does not know what a safe loving partnership would look like #and we see him constantly oscillating between emulating his mother and his father in relationships #but just beneath the surface is a little boy who wants so badly to cling to his loved ones so tight and be squeezed right back #with no way of knowing how to even ask for that if he wanted #and riz is his best friend in the world and he knows on some level that riz is simply not interested in having that kind of relationship #not on the level fabian needs #but that also makes riz a safe target for these feelings of devotion #theyre just friends! just besties! fabian never has to reckon with his own loneliness or harmful patterns #if he channels all of his yearning for closeness onto his best friend #anyway! this boy needs therapy #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #fabriz

[oldtvandcomics]

I just wish death wasn't such an absolute taboo in our society.

My grandmother died unexpectedly. But, really? Did she really??

Once upon a time, a passer-by helped Death up when he'd fallen down alongside the road. To thank him, Death promised not to come unannounced, but to send a messenger ahead of him. Death sent illness, and fewer, and old age and grey hairs and aching joints. The man didn't recognize any of these as the promised messenger, and was genuinely shocked when Death showed up at his doorstep.

My grandmother died unexpectedly. She was old, and getting noticeably weaker for years now. The last two weeks, she could barely move her arms for pain in her shoulders. Eventually, she had to call a relative for help, who called a doctor, who called an ambulance to take her to the emergency. The next day, she died of heart failure. Unexpectedly.

She was, by a complete coincidence that we definitely won't need to worry about, almost exactly the same age as her father, when he died of sudden heart failure. Funny thing, these coincidences.

My grandfather also died unexpectedly. He had Parkinson's, and wasn't able to move much those last years. Just before his death, my mother took him to the hospital for a check-up, and left him there, then came back here where we live. According to my sister, she cried when she left my grandparents' city. At that time, we visited three times a year, so she knew perfectly well that she would be back in three months' time. Why would she cry? But no, my grandfather died unexpectedly.

The next one to go will be my aunt. It is pretty clear, has been pretty clear since she was diagnosed with cancer last year. We could, theoretically, like, prepare for it. But no, because you can't talk about death, so we can't even mention it unless I'm alone with my father.

"Thank you for helping me," said Death. "As a thanks, I will not come unannounced, but will send a messenger."

"That is a fine thing," said the man. "That way, I won't have to worry about you hiding behind every tree."

And if I say any of this out loud, then I'm an unforgivable asshole.

#personal #rant #death mention tw #I'm just so tired #this whole social thing around her death just takes part on a completely different level of Reality #one that I don't have access to but need to respect #while THEY don't respect MY way of coping #which yeah I guess my grandafters' death was maybe not the best moment to talk about the modern difficulties of pinning down death #and heart stopping vs brain death vs breathing stops #which of course used to happen pretty much at the same time #but in modern hospitals they measure these things very carefully #so it has become three different moments in time and which one do we chose as the moment of death? #very fun to think about #unless you are neurotypical and it's your father who just died I suppose #anyway that's kind of where I'm at now #I just wish I could say any of this out loud #instead of pretending that it was 'unexpected' #It. Was. Not. #I mean it did happen very suddenly #but come on guys #this is an elderly human being we are talking about #of course we knew that she wouldn't live for ever

[tardis--dreams]

Some of those doctors make hating oat milk their entire personality. I hate them. Cannot pretend to find them funny or like i give a shit. Fucking pretentious assholes

#also my colleague (the girl i had my shift with) is the exact opposite of me in all aspects. asked me if I'd ever worked in customer service #because i couldn't care less about being fake friendly to assholes and don't care if they like the service or not #like bitch those people don't have any other choice but drink our fucking coffee it's not like I'm competing with anyone #or like they pay us in any way. i get paid for doing the dumb work i have to do not for stroking some dumb ass doctors' egos #they come out of their rooms once an hour to get coffee and we have the cups on the table and i wouldn't even Think of #HANDING them the cups and smiling sweetly at them and asking 'coffee? tea?? :))' #I'll just assume these grown adults will get their stupid coffee or tea when they want some. it's not like they don't know where it is #(and i AM friendly and smile when someone is coming in our direction but why the fuck do you need to get so disgustingly friendly with them #if someone held up a cup asking if i.want some coffee I'd leave immediately even if i came just for coffee. it's creepy) #anyway. she's nice. I'm not. #there's normal people who will get their coffee and maybe ask if the milk in the little jug is cow milk to which I'll happily reply 'yes #:)'. then there's the other people who see the oat milk and make it clear they are the most insufferable people on the planet #(and i pity their patients so much. not much to choose from i guess but if i had that as a doctor I'd happily just die) #like everyone who took oatmilk could do it without making a fuss about the cow milk on the table. the cow milk lovers could never #'the oat milk is in front of the actual milk. this is unacceptable. i hate such healthy bullshit' lol okay #'OAT milk?? I'll leave this to the horses! THANK GOD you have actual milk!' #my favorite was the one who really took personal offense with its sheer presence. as if it had killed half of his patients lmao #'we had 50 patients with xyz problem. ALL of them drink oat milk. they cannot see the connection. it's really unhealthy' #at this point i just said i didn't care and stopped paying attention and he started complaining to his doctor colleague about how #oat milk is advertised to be healthy and how it's actually the opposite and i just find that very funny compared to the first comment #from that one guy who doesn't like such healthy bullshit. you guys need to find a consensus on the oatmilk issue i think. no one takes you #seriously if you contradict yourself like this. also i couldn't care less about the healthiness of the milk alternative of my choice. bitch. #next week I'll end up killing someone. i hope they all die from their cow milk. (but not the ones who took cow milk and didn't say anything #about the oat milk. they can continue living as they didn't annoy me) #void screams #some of these doctors were actually quite nice (most of them even). one even brought an applicant to us telling her to get some coffee #(which we are not allowed to give to applicants. but i don't care. I'd rather they get something than some of the asshole jury members #who hate oat milk (which is not the issue. the issue is them making it everybody else's issue that they don't like oat milk))

[justinefrischmanngf]

i need to stop giving people my instagram i think like it’s not conducive to appearing in people’s lives and then disappearing i think i should start a number/email/letterboxd only policy because i am in such a good place to meet people and then just disappear and that’s all i need from life rn and instagram is hindering me massively in that i’m literally going to start doing this

#the best interactions with people i ahve had since moving have been people who i have spoken to completely openly to and then we have never #spoken again #this is not true i get to see vicky and that’s lovely and i also have made another friend so that’s been good #but generally like idk i just dont want to be tethered to anything i dont really want #i am always going to be tethered to my family and for so long i was tethered to ballet #i just dont want it anymore i want all my moving to be my choice not my parents #the longest i have ever lived in one house is 4.5 years #how could i possibly be expected to stay in one place after all that #i just feel this incredible barrier between me and anyone except like 2 people #i cant connect to anyone and insteadof being upset about it i just feel crazy #i’m not sad or put out over it it is just how it is for me sometimes #and i do need to reply to the people i care about but at the same time it’s like what’s the point #what’s the poitn when i just feel so disconnected fundamentally from nearly everyone i have ever known #and the thing is i do want to flit in and out of peoples lives it’s not even like i want to change this #i had a beautiful conversation with this man the first week i was in uni and he was incredible to speak to and i hope i offered him some of #that too and neither of us made any move to exchange any contact details or even our names #and THATS what i want that’s what i want from my life rn #which is maybe bad for me but i think it’s all i have in me rn #which is not true really i’m not going to stop talking to my friends and im not going to not make friends probably #but it’s such a gorgeous idea and i AM good at it i am good at talking to people once and then never again #i can do that

[snekdood]

welp, at this point if anyone in the crowd of Bad Faith People Who Stalk Me And Hate Me Bc Of Someone Else's Compulsive Lying tries to accuse me of antisemitism bc i have a vampire whos a villain in my comic, i'm gonna ask them what their take was on allll of this going on. if its anything like "israelis and/or zionists are all evil people" then ik i never have to take their opinion seriously bc they dont even know what antisemitism means.

#i will listen to jewish ppl if they have any critiques or concerns about him in my comic but the rest a yall. lol. lmao. #if you are right now perpetuating antisemitic conspiracy theories about how jewish ppl are in control of all the money n shit #how can you claim you are less antisemitic than me? #its honestly freeing to realize a lot of internet leftists dont know wtf they're talking about ever. #so now i dont gotta over think if i Am being antisemitic bc yall dont even know wtf it looks like! #i was always so worried about this possibly happening but yknow what ive realized through all of this- #a lot of yall dont know wtf you're talking about at all ever. i was worried about being dog piled but like. why should i be now #you want a reason to hate me regardless. you're gonna be bad faith and assume the most uncharitable thing regardless. why #should i care and try to cater to YOUR- a non jewish leftist's- sensibilities? #just say you hate what i make and move tf on. #stop pretending you have a moral reason. also maybe stop pretending you know whats going to happen esp if my abuser on here #gave you their rundown and understanding of my comic bc i kept so much shit a secret from them to begin with. #why tf would i share all of my comic to them. so they can steal my ideas and/or share it to everyone? yeah i already knew ahead of time #that could be something they do. and i know to never reveal anything that spoils the plot anyways. #even if they're right about the tiny amount of stuff i showed them assume they're still wrong bc they just LOVE mixing truth with lies. #its like. their favorite thing to do. #but yeah yknow if any jewish ppl have any concerns ill listen. everyone else can go fuck themselves though. #dont come up in here acting like you know what antisemitism is lmao. #honestly i should've only considered jewish ppls opinions on this to begin with. but yall really gaslit me into thinking you knew just as #much as they do about antisemitism. and now look where we are. you've revealed you dont know shit and i dont need to take you seriously. #while you spent all this time laid back thinking you Know Better bc you call yourself progressive and think thats all the work you need #to do- i was ACTUALLY learning about antisemitism and conspiracy theories so i ACTUALLY know wtf to avoid in my art #and yall are gonna really try and be bold enough to assume you know what it looks like. you havent done shit. you havent reflected on shit #you think you're already above it all when really you're only a couple steps away from regressing into a conservative.

[writingouthere]

singledad!Sukuna x neighbor!reader-Sukuna and Yuuji really want you to join their family! role reversal from my other series, think this will just be a one-shot though. Yuuji is Sukuna's brother but he's raised him since he was a baby and Yuuji calls him dad.

cw: Sukuna is manipulative and also a murderer but everyone's happy and you're both aware so it's okay. this is really just fluff.

"I....want you to be my mommy?"

Sukuna scowled as Yuuji looked more confused than ever.

"No, no that is not what you're saying kid. You're just going to tell her about how the other kids' mommies on the playground make you feel left out."

"But they don't, Megumi's mommy always gives me a snack when I'm hungry!"

"That's not his mommy, that's Megumi's daddy," Sukuna corrected, wondering if this was just a hopeless endeavor. He could have easily followed a plan this simple when he was four, but Yuuji was too soft. This was what happened when you raised a kid in a stable, loving environment. They lost the ability to go for the jugular when needed.

"But Megumi's daddy calls him mommy?" Sukuna didn't hold back his groan. You were going to be coming back from your morning walk any minute. He didn't have time for Yuuji to not get basic directions or to explain the dynamics of that Gojo family.

"Look when we go out there, just look sad and I'll handle the rest."

"But I'm not sad, I'm happy. We're going to the park and Megumi's mommy is bringing mochi today!"

"Shit kid, do you want a mom or not?" Sukuna asked, trying not to roll his eyes as be bent down to snap on the velcro straps on Yuuji's light up sneakers.

"I don't need a mom, I have you," Yuuji said. He looked uncharacteristically defiant and Sukuna couldn't help feeling proud of his little brother.

It had been touch and go when Yuuji was a baby. Sukuna had still been a kid himself and they didn't have any money and Yuuji's mom was even crazier than Sukuna's. Their father nowhere to be seen. Since Sukuna and Uraume had spread the pieces of his corpse around the city.

Sukuna pushed these memories aside and ruffled Yuuji's hair. "I know you don't need one, we only need each other." Yuuji nodded, his little head moving with all his conviction. "But it might be nice, right?"

Yuuji seemed thoughtful before finally biting his lip and looking down at his sneakers. He tapped them, making the red and black lights flash.

"She's really nice, I like her."

"I like her too," Sukuna said and he heard the sound of your sneakers slapping against the tiled hallway. "So let's go and look sad, okay?" Yuuji nodded, determined now and Sukuna grabbed his backpack before the two brothers went out into the hall.

You were just taking your keys out of your bag and you turned to the brothers, a smile on your face. "Good morning gentlemen, it's nice to see you. Heading out?"

That was when you noticed Yuuji's downturned expression. Sukuna saw your face shift into one of concern and he resisted a smirk.

Sukuna cleared his throat and squeezed Yuuji's hand. Good boy. "We're heading out to the park, you know the one by the high school."

"Oooh, that's nice. You like that park, right Yuuji? You said it was the biggest one in the whole city," you crouched down so you could look Yuuji in the eye and Yuuji seemed to forget he was supposed to be sad for a minute because he jumped up and down, the lights of his shoes flashing in the dim hallway.

"Yeah, it has the best swings too!" You ooohed and aawed appropriately while Sukuna tried not to smack his head against the wall. Maybe he and this kid weren't related after all, fuck.

Yuuji seemed to notice his expression because he stopped jumping to look down at feet. He put out his lower lip and used the tip of one of shoes to mess with a scuff mark on the linoleum. It would have made a more pathetic visage if his shoes weren't still lit up.

"Yuuji," you said, coming closer so you could kneel on the ground in front of the boy. The sight of you on your knees did something to Sukuna, but he pushed it aside to see what the brat had in mind. So far, he wasn't impressed with the performance. "Is something wrong?"

"It's just," Yuuji let out a sad sigh that wouldn't get him a gig in a car commercial. "Megumi and his mommy will be there and it makes me feel sad because all the other kids have mommies and I don't." God, there was no way you could be buying this, Sukuna looked at you and saw that your eyes looked a little watery.

Huh, look at that. Maybe he wouldn't have to kick the kid out, after all.

"I'm sorry Yuuji, that must be hard," you said and you reached out and swiped out where Yuuji had even managed to shed a tear. Sukuna felt so proud. "But I know that your dad is really excited to take you and the two of you are going to have so much fun!"

"Could you come too?" Yuuji asked and you bit your lip. Yuuji looked up and batted his little doe eyes at you. "It would make me really happy if you came with us. We could all have fun together."

"I wouldn't want to intrude-"

"It wouldn't be intruding," Sukuna cut in. "If you're busy though no worries, I know we'll have fun just the two of us. Right, Yuuji?"

Yuuji bit his lip and Sukuna could tell he was torn between showing how excited he was to spend time with his dad and being 'sad' so you would join them.

You looked between the two before seeming to come to some kind of decision. "If you don't mind waiting while I change, I'd be happy to join you two. Should I bring anything?"

"I think we're all set. We'll wait outside for you," Sukuna said and Yuuji went up and gave you a big hug that you returned.

Sukuna took Yuuji outside to wait for you, the kid occupying himself with a mostly washed away hopscotch chalk sketch. Sukuna alternated between watching him and texting Uraume who was claiming to be over him and his nonsense. Sukuna would take it more seriously if Uraume hadn't been saying that for going on twenty years. He knew they loved him, fucking sap.

Soon, but not soon enough, you came bounding down the stairs. A scarf tied around your neck, your turtleneck exposed by the open top button of your coat. He couldn't keep letting you be single, looking all pretty like that. He was too greedy for that.

Besides, looking the way you did and knowing your big heart, it was just a matter of time before some nice loser tricked you into settling with them and he just couldn't have that. The idea of you taking someone else home to your warm apartment with it's million throw blankets and a cookie jar, an actual cookie jar, he was convinced you kept stocked up just for Yuuji, made him want to commit another murder.

"Ready?" you asked and Sukuna nodded while Yuuji took your hand in his right and Sukuna's in his left.

"Let's go!"

Yuuji's enthusiasm was contagious and the two of you chatted all the way to the park. Sukuna saw some people shoot you all looks as you walked. Sukuna was used to people viewing him with suspicion, even fear. His tattoos, dyed hair and general demeanor making people cross the street to avoid him. Something about you and Yuuji seemed to balance him out though and people reacted as if they were just looking at a cute family going out on a Saturday.

You didn't seem to notice either way and just continued talking to Yuuji about some new anime for kids Sukuna had probably had to suffer through but hadn't retained any memory of.

As soon as you all got to the park, Yuuji took off with barely a good-bye. You seemed concerned and Sukuna bumped your shoulder with his. "Don't stress, he just sees the Fushiguro kid over there. See, they're already fucking around."

He pointed to where Yuuji was chasing around a scowling dark haired boy the same age as him. Sukuna didn't buy the scowl for a second.

He had once run into the kid and his weird dads at the grocery store and the kid had scolded him when he figured out Yuuji wasn't with him. Sukuna would have knocked the kid down a peg if he wasn't actually four years old and if his 'mommy' didn't low key give him the creeps. Sukuna was pretty sure he wasn't the only person guilty of homicide currently at this playground.

"That's so cute," you cooed and Sukuna nodded along while he took you over to some picnic tables. Unfortunately one of them was already occupied.

"Aww if it isn't Sukuna. How nice it is to see your lovely face on a Saturday morning!"

"Gojo."

Sukuna was ready to leave it there but then the bastard got up and walked over. His partner continued sipping on a large cup of boba, watching from his seat although he gave you a little wave.

"Who is this, new girlfriend?" Gojo asked tilting down his sunglasses to look you up and down.

You laughed and introduced yourself while Megumi's parents did the same. Gojo grabbed your hand when you held it out and kissed the back of it, his lips curved into a smile even as he lingered, his fingers clearly holding onto where your pulse would be. Sukuna moved closer to you and put a hand around your waist, the gesture a clear sign for the other man to back off which Sukuna knew Gojo understood because the bitch fucking smiled at him.

Sukuna didn't necessarily take any of Gojo's flirtations seriously. He flirted with every mom and dad on the playground, including him when they first met. He'd even seen him flirt with the guy who worked the ice cream truck so egregiously the kid had looked on the verge of passing out. His partner never seemed bothered and Sukuna wondered if he was just that secure in the relationship or if he hoped someone would finally come along and get the annoying man away from him.

As usual though, Gojo lost interest quickly and went back to his husband who didn't say anything as Gojo lay across his lap like some kind of housecat.

"There are children here," Sukuna said. Mostly out of spite and not jealousy that the two of you weren't curled up like that.

"Don't be homophobic," Gojo said and you snorted before looking innocent when Sukuna shot you a look.

"Alright, let's go see what Yuuji's up to." Sukuna went along with your excuse, mostly just because he liked the feeling of your hand in his. The two of you wandered closer to the playground where Megumi and Yuuji were currently engaged in a game with some other kids that Sukuna couldn't have possibly guessed the subject of.

The kids alternated running around the large structure, disappearing into tunnels, jumping down to hide underneath slides and behind climbing walls. Every time Yuuji popped back up to view he would wave and call out to you both. Sukuna still felt a little warm whenever the kid called him dad and the look you gave him after made him feel caught.

"So, I can see why Yuuji was so sad those morning. Megumi's parents are just vicious monsters," you said and Sukuna was so taken aback he knew his expression didn't hide it well. You smiled and swung your hand that was still in his, turning so you could look at him.

"I don't think that's what the issue was," Sukuna managed and you nodded.

"Right, it must have been because he's so lonely," you said before the two of you were interrupted by the sound of children's ecstatic laughter. You both looked to where Yuuji was now being chased by an entire horde of children.

"I'm the curse, you have to catch me," he yelled out and the other children screamed and laughed as they tried to grab him. Yuuji had never had a hard time making friends and that was very evident in the way he got kids of all ages, even the quiet ones to join in on his game.

"You can have friends and still be lonely," Sukuna argued and you gave him just the softest look. It wasn't fair for you to see through his schemes and still look at him like that.

"Are you lonely, Sukuna?" You got closer to him, your hand still got in his and you were so warm. "Maybe I should come home with you, then?"

Sukuna couldn't have stopped himself from kissing you even if he wanted to, which he didn't. He let go of your hand so he could cup your face in both of his palms. You moaned your approval into his mouth and he responded by nipping your upper lip, pulling you up to meet him as he leaned down to kiss you. Sukuna was about to risk another arrest by taking you right here in the park before a familiar voice called out to the both of you.

"Hey now, there's children here."

Sukuna turned to give the infuriating dumbfuck a piece of his mind when you distracted him by pulling him back to you and giving him a quick peck on the lips. He could leave the fight with Gojo for another day, he supposed. He knew he'd win anyway.

You're smiling and you look so happy and Sukuna doesn't feel the least amount of guilt in getting you here. Even if you knew it was a trick.

Although.

Did this mean you knew that all those times he was "stuck at work" and needed someone to watch Yuuji were a lie too? Or that he actually could cook and the one time he set the building fire alarm off had been because he started an actual fire and not just him burning dinner and two of them didn't actually need you to invite them to dinner so much? Did you also know that your radiator hadn't just stopped working randomly but he had broke it, knowing you would call him because your super never answered, and when he said a part was still missing and you would just have to stay the night at his and Yuuji's place-

Sukuna looked at you more closely and you just kept smiling.

As Yuuji called for the two of you to come help him and Megumi on the swings, Sukuna wondered if he had ever trapped you, even once. Or if you had just let him catch you.

Watching you push Yuuji as the boy screamed for you to go "higher, higher!" he decided he didn't care. Fuck, it might just be better. Knowing you were maybe as crazy as he was.

shout out to the dad at the park today who had the audacity to play with his toddler and have a cute dog at the same time.

also I liked the end of this so much I may just write a prequel of Sukuna and reader taking turns gaslighting the other into a relationship, we'll see.

Edit: wrote the prequel, here!

#jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you