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xoxoskai · 1 year

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If the Devil’s Night characters had Instagrams –

Damon:

- Has a private account with 8 followers and only follows Will back.

- Keeps track of everyone else on a different account secretly.

- Posts cute pictures of Winter on her account for her.

- Comments “ew” beneath cute pictures of his sisters with their husbands.

- First post after much deliberation is a picture of Winter in their fountain.

- Pretends to hate when Banks and Rika tag him in their pictures but secretly likes it.

- Participates willingly for pictures only when Will or Winter ask.

- Actively starts posting about his kids once they are born.

- Comments "babysoft" under all of Misha's posts.

- Makes a joint account with Emory for their business but lets her run it completely.

Will:

- Has over 10 million followers (Damon says it’s because he posts thirst traps but Will thinks everyone likes his dancing)

- Posts nearly everyday.

- Very careful about what he posts (he has *important* friends)

- Either spams on his account or goes AWOL suddenly.

- Removed the comment feature on most posts where he’s sporting his abs because Emory doesn’t like girls thirsting over him.

- Has a private account for his friends only to post cute videos of his kids and wife.

- Also known as “Misha Lare’s hot, mystery cousin”

- Posted a video of Damon dancing once, learnt his lesson when his followers fell to 4.

- Writes hate comments underneath Alex's posts with Aydin.

- Uses all features, loves to make reels and put songs over the pictures.

- Participates in Winter’s freestyle dancing videos

Kai:

- Had to make an account to post about Sensou and make it more public.

- Accidentally got famous because everyone thought the teacher was “hot”.

- Now features only his students in his videos and makes sure they get the ‘Banks approval stamp’ before posting.

- Made a private account using an alias to comment on his wife’s pictures.

- Realized that a good way to piss Michael off is by commenting on his wife’s pictures. Had been effectively using it till Banks noticed.

- The only personal post on Sensou is of him kissing Banks at the entrance captioned “Everything I wanted with the only person I’ve ever wanted it with”

- New dilemma unlocked when men started thirsting over his wife.

- Also removed comment feature.

- Hired someone (Alex) to manage the official account.

- Loves showing Banks off because it makes her happy.

- Likes to embarrass his kids and get it on camera only for the family on his private account.

Michael:

- Has an official account run by his assistant for work purposes.

- Public account, millions of followers but still lesser than Will (also blames it on the thirst traps).

- Shows off Rika in almost every post.

- Every intimate picture with Rika has a throwing up emoticon or “there’s children on this app” commented by Athos and liked by Damon.

- Aaron or Athos aren’t featured in any pictures for privacy purposes.

- Hates when Kai comments on Rika’s pictures. Tries to do the same with Banks. Banks blocks him.

- Is an active partner of Will's in posting hate comments on every picture of Aydin on Alex's instagtam.

Rika:

- Shows off her entire family at all times.

- Loves posting pictures with the girls whenever they go out.

- Does vacation dumps, weekly dumps, festival dumps, random dumps.

- Searches hours for good captions.

- Posts about Athos and Aaron but only where their faces are hidden.

- Writes corny captions on her posts with Michael.

- Laughs about Kai’s comments with Banks.

- Does fit checks.

- Tried doing the “A daily vlog of my life” and quickly realized that they do some shady stuff that shouldn’t be on any cameras.

- Personally overlooks the official account for the mayor’s office.

Banks:

- Proud Mom.

- Hundreds of pictures of her children.

- Loves commenting on everyone’s posts and hyping them up.

- Joins Kai in commenting on Rika’s pictures to piss Michael off.

- Only has a private account.

- Overlooks Sensou’s official account after its accidental fame and the official account for the Senator.

- Posts all kinds of things on her stories (dog rescue reels, Winter’s dance reels, Will’s thirst traps, videos of Kai walking out of the shower, of Kai sitting in his study and reading, a zoom in on Kai’s biceps while working out, of Kai getting overwhelmed and pissed off because of all the dogs).

- Only one who can get away with posting funny videos of Damon.

- Replies “no u” to every ‘”ew” comment from Damon.

- Has featured on Rika and Will’s reels multiple times.

- Tried multiple times to get Madden to make an account so she can tag him, has been unsuccessful.

- Uses a lot of emojis.

- Comments “Mine” on all of Kai’s pictures.

Winter:

- Damon runs the account for her.

- Posts videos of her dancing.

- Has tutorials demonstrating basic and easy dance steps for learners.

- Features in a lot of Will’s videos and does dance challenges* with him.

- Actively posts about her charity work.

- Always asks someone to take a picture of her onstage so she can ask Damon to make a compilation after she’s done with her shows.

- Loves when Damon is patient with her whenever she wants to post and helps her caption them.

- Makes Damon read out the comments to her sometimes when she’s sick of hearing the robotic voice of her phone. Knows that Damon does not read the hateful and condescending ones out loud.

- Is a Dog mom and loves having her pictures taken with her Dog.

- Loves family pictures with all her kids and of their pets.

Emory:

- Singlehandedly runs her joint account with Damon for their work.

- Pointedly comments on every one of her husband’s abs pictures (“These look like the same ones I touched this morning in the shower”/”Why do you look like my husband”/”Pictures really ruin the first class quality”).

- Has a public account just to post cute pictures of Will and her.

- Posts videos of Damon hard at work, shopping sprees with the girls (“That’s Banks passed out on the couch after thirty minutes, Rika’s onto her 50th dress and Alex is already on the other floor”), Will watering their garden shirtless, videos of whenever the group gets together.

- Has an aesthetic going on that she’s maintained over the years (Will has tried to ruin it multiple times).

- Pins all of Will's comments.

- Has full permission to use Will's account to post herself on his stories whenever she feels like putting fangirls in their places.

- Posts a lot of her WIP's.

- Uses Will's private account to post pictures of her children ("There's only so many accounts I can handle").

- Is a keyboard ninja and can be found arguing with a virtual stranger in a comment section at 2AM (almost always backed up by Banks)

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#Devil's Night series #devil's night series #damon torrance #kai mori #michael crist #will grayson iii #rika fane #nikova banks #emory scott #winter ashby #killswitch #hideaway #corrupt #nightfall #conclave #fire night #penelope douglas

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cats-mayhem · 6 months

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Ein MyStreet isn't a compelling villain to me.

Please note how I said ME in the title. This is just how I feel. You're entitled to your own opinions. Also this isn't the most professional analysis, I am just saying what's on my mind in the moment. Anyway, let's get into it.

OK so basically: Ein had a lot of potential. In the first half of season 1 he was a cute "bad" boy who just wanted to not be the Omega of the school whilst also having a crush on Aphmau. Then Aphmau made him Alpha Male and then he stopped being a character.

It's framed that everything he did with Aphmau was just a ploy to get the position of Alpha but like... He was so genuine so many times? He was blushing and all, he helped her out with the hair dye. He was a good boy who actually had a thing for Aph.

But ok, let's just ignore his characterization up until the twist because ooohhh he's actually really mean and manipulative. Maybe it's because of the power he now has after being bullied for so long but it's SUCH a jarring shift in character for him.

I guess Jessica wanted to make an actual Villain character since Gene and Balto weren't the most threatening and evil but like... They're in high school? They're not gonna be evil masterminds like what she was trying to do with Ein.

Gene and Balto were just bullies and that fit for PDH S1. Ein being evil is to shut down any romantic progression he would have with Aphmau since Kai got character assassinated and was a dick to her on a date (+ Ein's meddling)

All so that Aaron can come "save the day" and beat up Ein and save Aphmau from an evil man that she never figured out was evil. The most Evil things Ein did was pick an Omega without Aph and also ruin her date.

Ein didn't want to be the omega anymore since he was sick of being seen as weak and being bullied and ignored, and the teacher WANTED him to take that title willingly, even after everything he's gone through with it. And he KNOWS that Aph would try and convince him To take it on as well, so that's why he picked one by himself. And the date thing... Yeah idk why he did that maybe he was just jealous idk i forgor.

OH YEAH and he beat the shit out of Kasey so that Katelyn can have a reason to be racist towards werewolves when the Ultima Reveal. Completely forgot about that.

I honestly think PDH S2 had an interesting set up with the love triangle. Kai has Aaron's personality whilst Ein has Aaron's attitude. (Aph & Aaron's romance is awful but i'm just pointing out symbolism).

Ein was also racist towards Humans since he is a werewolf supremacist and he wanted to make Aphmau a werewolf so that she'd be perfect. Also werewolves are a minority that's discriminated against so this character trait is a bit uh... Yikes!

Also I just remembered this but Ein was working with Gene to get close to Aphmau and Gene wanted pictures of Aphmau for some fucking reason?? What was that about. We get no context on this other than 1 scene btw.

So the next time we see Ein is in Emerald Secret! Oh boy, I got some words.

So about 15 years pass since PDH S2 and everyone is an adult in their late 20s. What has Ein been doing in all that time? Obsessing over a girl he met in high school, researching heavily into a folk lore in order to turn her into a werewolf. Also he's been doing illegal potion making and used one of those potions to turn an actual wolf, human, so that he can be the alpha of her wolf pack.

Also he's working with the biggest bad of them all, Micheal! But we don't meet him until Season 6 or something. He also may or may not be mind controlling Ein during Emerald Secret we don't know.

So what else does Ein do this season now that he's the big bad again? Other than the wolf thing, he also brainwashes Aphmau's friends into thinking he's their brother, makes Aphmau obey his every word and love him whilst also despising Aaron.

And makes her attempt to kill Aaron. Despite the fact that he needs Aaron to turn her into a werewolf first, after he denies when he's asked, Ein was like "Ok well. Aph kill him lmao."

He also "dies" in the end by getting mauled by the pack of wolves he made himself Alpha of.

I don't think it takes that much brainpower to see why this is an awful twist (he was also a twist villain btw we didn't know it was him until midway). His motivation is stupid, why are you still obsessed with some girl from high school, you're 28.

Why does he even still have those pictures of her in high school? Like if you're gonna be obsessed with her, at least stalk her so you can get the modern update???

Also, his werewolf supremacy is played up big time here to the point it makes you question why he wasn't obsessing over Aaron like Xavier was. Maybe Jessica didn't wanna repeat motivation? But Ein & Xavier are very different characters, you could make it work.

He was just a mess of a villain once you think about his motivation for 2 seconds. And then he shows up in When Angels Fall!! This one is shorter I promise.

So in WAF Ein uses another illegal potion to make werewolves (who were in hiding since the Government is taking every single one of them and interrogating them because they might be some ancient folklore beast). And makes them all obey his every word and call him Alpha.

It's confirmed that after High School, werewolf packs and Alphas don't matter in the real world so it's weird that he was obsessed with it in Emerald Secret.

Anyway after that, he kidnaps Aphmau to hold Aaron ransom and when he gets his werewolf ears back (Aaron took them away in ES) he kills Aphmau because he was being mind controlled by Micheal.

And then Aaron and Ein fight on a bridge, Aaron kills his mind controlled friends, and then kills Ein. So let's talk about it.

the thing with this is that... It just shows that Ein COULD'VE been written well if he was mind controlled by Micheal with the illegal potions. Since Micheal had 100% access to Ein at any time and Ein played a major role in Micheal's plan to trauma trigger Aaron.

And honestly it would've made Ein a much more compelling character if he just... Didn't have control over his actions. One theme with the main group is that they decide what to do with their lives and how to move forward.

But that wouldn't apply to someone who was controlled, now, would it? And since we know that the person under the effects of a forever potion still have a conscious, and can see all the acts that they don't have control over, it would've made Ein a tragic villain.

And if he was mind controlled by Micheal during Emerald Secret it would explain why Ein was obessed with Aphmau despite it being so weird. Because guess what, Ein & Aphmau are half siblings! So that re-contextualizes every interaction they ever had.

I think that Ein should've had an actual character instead of being a cartoon villain like Micheal was. Ein is the only character to have so much DIRECT action towards the main cast. Why would you make him so messy and one dimensional?

And the whole Mind Control thing is something that can be easily done. Ein uses forever potions to make people Obey Him, and since Micheal doesn't have enough power to mind control Ein 24/7, him using a potion like that on Ein would make so much sense.

Since Ein is shown to be decent at potion making and magic by the time we meet him. Micheal is the only one who could've taught him all of that. And the thing is: IT'S CANNON ONLY IN WAH. They met before ES but it's left so vague on what their relationship was that you could say Ein did everything in Emerald Secret by his own volition and you'd be right since nothing is confirmed.

If Jessica wanted to make this a serious story, WHY WOULD YOU STOP AT THE MOST RELEVANT VILLAIN??? He's literally related to Aphmau and was apart of the experimentation in some way but we don't know because he's not a character enough for him to be lore relevant other than him being a plot device. I'm so upset on the way Jessica wrote him since he could've been so much more than he actually was.

I wanna add something: The mind controlled by Micheal thing is only one possibility with his character. You can do a whole lot of other things. The reason why I focused on the mind-control thing is that it's an easy cop-out Jessica could do in order to make Ein an actual character.

Jessica isn't the best writer and loves tropes & cop-outs so it very well could've been done in story. But instead she let Ein be vague as hell and also tying him so closely into the lore.

I just want Ein to be a coherent character with understandable motivations behind his actions. There is no excuse for him to be this important and yet so messily written.

And now he's dead. RIP Ein MyStreet. You could've been one of the greatest.

#MyStreet #Aphmau #Aphmau MyStreet #Ein MyStreet

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robobirdie · 10 months

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Some Fan Story Fun Protagonists interviews: Monsters

While working when stuck with writers block I sometimes would take a break and have a little fun writing down what I felt the characters thoughts would be on certain things in the story. Some give some minor spoilers but nothing too serious about the main story or events in the story. They are fun humorous little tidbits some of which helped me with working out some concepts in my story namely character relations. This one is on the Monsters of the Void and Lost Realm:

Ash Crawler

Jay- Living Nightmare! Cole- Yha I’m with Jay on this, I don’t want to ever see one of these things. Zane- If nindroids could have nightmares these things could be found in them and trust me as one they do. Nya- Just looking at the depictions of this thing makes my skin crawl. Lloyd- I wouldn’t just consider this thing a monster, I’d class it as a demon. Kai- I can’t believe I’m agreeing with Jay on this but yha this things a nightmare. Aaron-Yha just the sound of this thing scares me and I like to live by the thought of not letting fear get to me; I’d hate to encounter one in real life. Axl- I hope we don’t come across one of these. Clay-If we run across one of these I don’t think us or the ninja will fare well. Macy-I feel for those poor knights and warriors from this realm. This thing must give them plenty of nightmares just thinking of them let alone to face them in combat. Lance-I might need extra underwear if we see one of these. Jestro- Only the nastiest of evils could come up with one of these things and from my experience imprisoned with those Ashers they defiantly are that kind of evil.

Hunger

Jay- a demon called hunger that eats your energy! No thanks! Cole- First off this thing sounds scary secondly someone’s going to make a joke about this thing towards me aren’t they? Zane- These things unnerve me; it really hurts to have your energy drained and it could destroy my heart! I don’t like the thought of that. Nya- There are ways to kill these things right? I hope so cause things like this shouldn’t be let to live. Lloyd- I really hope we don’t come across one of these. I’m betting because of my powers it will be drawn to feed off me over everyone else and that would be very bad. Kai- Sounds like Cole in the morning :) Seriously though this thing sounds scary. Aaron- Do you think an oversized bug swatter could take this thing out? Just the sound of this thing scares me. Axl- Everyone better not make a joke about this thing and me! Other than that this thing sounds terrifying. Clay- Hopefully we don’t have to deal with one of these; normally that would be bad but with an elemental master of energy in tow if one of these things feeds on him it would probably become invincible! Macy- I hear their feeding makes them stronger and more powerful; that’s real bad. That just makes these nightmares sound worse. Lance- Sounds like they made a monster inspired by Axl ;) Please don’t tell him I said that. Jestro- I saw one of these in that Ashers encampment. It drained a cow into nothing then tor it apart with its claws for fun; it was a nightmare!

Noctern Crow

Jay- A nightmare! Please don’t ask about the events in the mine. Cole- Definitely creepy; can’t look at crows the same way again when you see one of these. Zane- I would not like to go into how I know but these things aren’t really evil. They can be scary to look at yes but they are more like crows than evil monsters. They don’t desire to truly harm others they just want the same things a crow wants. Food, water to bathe in, flavourful drinks, safe and comfy nests, toys and games to play with, tasty crunchy buggies and juicy rotting meats, pretty shinnies to decorate with… can you excuse me I need to run a quick diagnostics. Nya- Yha creepy, smelly, tough and with lots of ragged feathers but not really evil; more of annoying especially when they scream at you. Lloyd- Yha they’re very unpleasant to deal with. I think we got lucky with our first encounter because… let’s just say we got lucky. Next time we might not be lucky. Kai- Yha I don’t want to talk about these things. Let’s just say when threatened they sometimes like to vomit on threats; just thinking of the smell makes me feel sick… and want a two hour shower. Aaron- Definitely cool, not as scary as many proclaim but yha rather tough though they literally have a bird brain; they think like birds. Very useful when you deal with them. Axl- They don’t look it but are very tough; and kind of gross. They’ll eat almost anything no matter how rotting or maggot filled it is. Clay- For a monster I didn’t see much of a monster to these things. More like creepy big humanoid birds. Macy-Yha they’re very unsettling and tough but I wouldn’t necessarily say evil. Then again… actually I can’t talk about that. Lance-Please don’t ask about these things! I don’t want to remember having to deal with one of these. Do you know how long it took to clean myself after that? Trust me you don’t want to know and you don’t want to know what I ended up pulling out of my hair! Jestro- I ran into some of these; they wanted me to entertain them. They’re not as scary as most of the other monsters I saw but they are loud and very pushy. They also enjoy seeing you in pain or grossed out.

Demons of the Wastes

Jay- Let’s just put every single one of these in a big box of nope! Fire breathing two legged crocodiles more hot headed than Kai, creepy creatures that are like crosses between bugs and other animals that like to suck the energy and life out of you often with appetites bigger than Coles, big four armed snake sorceresses, bony bird things that can barf on you, plenty of un-dead looking and insect things to give you nightmares, many like to drain you’re energy and do other bad things to you just for fun do I need to go on! Not even Zane is immune to any of their attacks; they can harm and destroy him just as easily as the rest of us and worse you can’t truly destroy these things! They’ll just return from this horrid void place and make your life a living nightmare and not to mention many want to turn you into monsters like them! How can people handle having these things around? Even worse many bad people like to work with these monsters and are friends with them! Then even worse than that some of these like to live in our world like it’s their home! Why? As if many normal animals aren’t scary enough there’s these things hanging around to cause trouble and attack us! (He began to rant and babble become more anxious so to prevent accidents our interviewers gave him a sedative to keep him from potentially shocking anyone). Cole- Yha a lot of these things give you the chills just to read about or even look at pictures of. Anything insect like is defiantly quite unsettling especially when there is something spider like to them; un-dead looking things are pretty unsettling too especially ghost like ones. Despite what some of the others think I think we can handle some of these with little problem like Gloam-Harpies, Serpent Flies, Voidfears, Vesparilions as long as they are not in too large a swarm, Skinned Hounds, the Elemental creatures and probably some of those lesser weaker monsters others however I’m pretty sure we can’t handle. Those who think we can are being foolish. Also I am getting rather sick of some of the others the two know who they are making jokes about my appetite with some of these things especially that one called a Hunger. You know I think I’ve seen a few of these before like this bear bird thing before. I thought it was just an animal; it acted like one and didn’t bother me like a real animal would. Thinking back it’s kind of unnerving that I came across one of these demons and didn’t realise what it was or how dangerous it actually was. I guess maybe not all these monsters really are monsters. Even though I doubt it maybe we could get some friendly monsters to help us. Zane- Despite the term demon many are not truly evil just how they view things, their powers and natures do not align with what humans would consider pleasable or good. True some are what could truly be seen as evil but quite a few are just like animals or people. They have their own lives and individual views just because of their origins they have strong desires to cause chaos and destruction to the world around them; I guess that makes them more of a force of change more than evil. Truly what the people consider demons especially around here is subjective based more by their views and not entirely on facts; I know this first hand. Many of them consider me a monster or even a demon just because of what I am… it’s very unpleasant. You know I have seen these Xeracel-striders and Xivurses beings before and possibly a few others in the Birchwood forest when I was younger. I don’t have much memory of that time but strangely I remember those creatures. I remember feeling something strange about them but couldn’t figure out what. I thought they were just animals; they acted like them and never gave me or my father any more trouble than normal animals. They weren’t really monsters. Just more proof the view people have here on what makes a monster isn’t true. Nya- Not going to lie many of these don’t sound too good. Many like to painfully weaken you by sucking energy from you and why do quite a few take forms that are like some mutant insects or un-dead? Is that to further make them more scary? I wonder are insects scared of those that have insect like appearances just as much as people are? That aside despite what my brother might think I don’t think we will fare too well against a lot of these; some of us particularly so. I won’t say who but you can probably take a good guess at who those would be. I’ll just say there is more than one. We haven’t done so well yet against some of these we have faced already mainly those creepy shadow figures and a Noctern Crow which… actually that doesn’t matter. Simply put we haven’t done so good and I don’t think we’ll do well against most of these. These aren’t simple creatures or monsters. They all have rather dangerous powers and those that seem very beastial are actually surprisingly cunning and sly. With his ego I’m pretty sure my brother will get himself into some serious trouble if we left him alone with some of these things. Lloyd- In one word terrifying that’s what I think of these things. Monsters equipped with dark powers that can drain your energy, health and even life equipped often with sharp claws, teeth and other body parts. Then there’s the fact they can’t truly be destroyed. You can destroy them but their remains simply vanish after sometime after which they re-manifest from the energies of the void and can return to hunt you down again! Worse apparently these things can be found in all the realms even ours and can easily go unnoticed as they wreck havoc. They often stick to dark or less populated places and can attack quickly leaving little to no survivors so hardly anyone knows they’re there. Thinking about it I think I recall some monsters from ancient tales and urban legends that match quite a few of these demons; I don’t think in many of those tales these monsters were ever felled meaning they could still be out there! That’s a very unsettling thought. Kai- I’m pretty sure I can handle some of these, well probably not the big ones or if they’re in a swarm or large group but one on one yha I could. Those little bug ones don’t look so tough and I hear they’re just like insects in that they can get obsessed with lights. I’m betting they’d foolishly head straight into my fire just trying to get it and burn themselves up… I wonder if they’d be attracted to Zanes eyes like normal insects? I then wonder what would happen if he accidently ate one? Would it turn him all evil crazy? We should probably make sure that doesn’t happen then. Also these fire breathing lava crocs sound pretty cool. I wonder if I could trick them with my fire to make them friendly to us. If anything my sister or Zane could easily cool them down. Also don’t let him know I told you this but that one called a Hunger sounds a bit like Cole always hungry and will eat anything; maybe like him we could win those creatures over with cake. I doubt that but it would be funny. Aaron- I won’t deny yha a lot of these are defiantly not something I would want to face in battle especially if I was on my own nor would I want to stumble upon them in some dark place or at night but is it wrong to find some of them cool? Like they look and some of their powers sound so wicked, kind of makes you want to be one of them. Yha the Noctern Crow was pretty tough but it looked cool and what it could do was pretty wicked. Also I think I’ve met one of these Xivursus creatures at least it looked a lot like it. We call them in our realm though Hawk-bears. We consider them animals though cause they rarely acted like monsters. Finding out what they really are doesn’t really change my view of them. It just makes them cooler. You know I know as a knight the thought of these creatures being considered cool and wanting to be one kind of goes against my teachings and training, we’re supposed to protect people from monsters like these, but it is still a fun thought. I will have to admit though that while some are cool there are quite a few I will admit scare me. Those four armed snake ladies and those Hungers defiantly, I would not want to get into a fight with those. The strange goat headed ghost things and some of the un-dad looking things too are rather unsettling. Axl- These all sound so tough I don’t think we’re ready to face these. I know I won’t be able to hold against them and if I can’t then I don’t think most of the others can. Clay might be able to and some of those ninja with their powers defiantly not that Jay though might be able to but I think these things have the rest of us beat. I’ve heard looks of these things can be deceiving. Just because they look delicate doesn’t mean they are. After dealing with that crow thing which didn’t look too tough I’d have to agree with that statement and that one crow was being mostly nice to us and it was still pretty bad. Clay- These things defiantly aren’t like any monsters we’ve faced before. All those we’ve faced that were under Monstruxs rule before and the many normally found in our realm seem mild or even harmless compared to these things. Guess we should be thankful they don’t normally wander freely about the realms preferring to stick to certain environments or locations and don’t often wander from those sights or close to where innocent beings tend to hang out. I was curious as Merloks never really told us where the monsters in our realm came from and doing some research on entities of the void and just as I had a feeling the monsters that served Monstrux are indeed monsters originating from the void. Luckily they’re some of the more passive types compared to the dark and truly monstrous beings that can come from this place. Gotta feel sorry for those that have to deal with these truly nasty monsters on a regular basis; it can’t leave them feeling very well especially since some of these can literally make you ill. Macy- I don’t care where these monsters come from I will still face them just like a knight should even if they are pretty scary and I’m pretty sure we won’t fare very well against a lot of these. Not even those ninja or Clay with their powers stand a good chance against them. It is our duties though as knights to protect others from monsters like these no matter what so we have to put aside our fears to protect those who can’t stand a chance against these monsters. That being said I hope we don’t have to face too many of these or at least any of the nastier ones. Lance- I doubt many in Hollowood could come up with such nasty monsters as these. You don’t want to know what some of them can and will do to others and Aaron finds some of these things cool? How crazy is he? The things that droi- I mean crow thing did were worse than disgusting! All these things want to tear you apart, turn into their chew toys, eat you, put gross and nasty substances on you that take hours to get off and the smell off your clothes and you don’t want to know what end it comes from cause they’ll do both and these are just some of the nicer things they do. You don’t want to know about the worse ones! How could anyone consider such monsters cool?! Why would anyone in this realm want to become some sort of knight or any kind of warrior with these things around? Jestro- I know I’ve had dealings with monsters in the past but I’d never want to side, work with or even just be near monsters like these. I was unfortunate to experience some of these monsters up close and they are far worse than any of the monsters I’ve worked with before. Not even Monstrux was as bad as these things!

(While some of these monsters are directly mentioned or used in the story others are more of background fillers that could be envisioned as background entities during events.)

To read the story this is related to you can find it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34894561/chapters/86888878

You can also find images pertaining to the story here: https://www.deviantart.com/nerdy-hyena/gallery/72478681/story-project

#ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #ninjago fun #nexo knights

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ssahotstuff · 1 year

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Lie To Me

An Aaron Hotchner x reader series

Aaron Hotchner/Ozark crossover

Part 14

Part 13 can be found here

Warnings: oral, Fem receiving, smut, unprotected sex so minors DNI, violence, crime, cursing, alcohol use

Word Count: 3.5k

The party lasted nearly all day, and Marty finally made his appearance with a set of keys, just for her. He found you next to Aaron, patting you on the back.

"You sure do know how to make my little girl happy. Hotch, I think we should demand parties like this too," Marty was actually joking around, and with Aaron to beat it all.

"I'd combust if I ever had this much attention at once," you said, knowing it was normal for Charlotte, but having the spotlight made you incredibly nervous.

"So no housewarming party?" Marty asked, referring to the property you'd bought. Once everything was finalized, Aaron was meeting with a contractor and an architect to make your dreams come true.

"Oh no, we're having a party. I've already picked the theme," you joked, making Aaron chuckle from his spot next to you.

"I think it's great you're building a house together. I have to admit, I never expected you two to end up together." Marty was being completely honest now and you wondered what had happened between him and Aaron to change their dynamic.

"I can't imagine you with anyone else," he added quickly, his eyes darting between the two of you before he smiled softly.

"Me either," you told him before excusing yourself to get the birthday girl her gift.

"No way," she couldn't believe it when she opened the laptop box, looking back at you.

"There's more," you handed her an IKEA gift card, and she looked at you questionably.

"For your room at the new house. So you can make it your own," you explained, letting her wrap you in another hug.

"Thank you so much. Our next day off, we can go shopping!" She was having such a good time and it made you so happy to see. Aaron and Marty were having a conversation, but Aaron's eyes were fixated on your every move. You could feel the weight of his stare across the room and it made you feel like the most desired person alive. Charlotte was going out for the night with her friends from school, and Jonah was still with Marty, so you'd get the house and Aaron all to yourself later.

✨✨✨

Everyone helped clean up at The Blue Cat before Charlotte took off for the night. She had a key so she could get in tomorrow while you were at work, and Jonah wouldn't be back until sometime next week.

Aaron was especially giddy as you got ready to head home for the night. His hands were all over you, your waist and hips as he followed you around everywhere, much to Kay's displeasure. You'd caught her staring one too many times, frustrated that your only other employee was so blatantly disrespectful of your relationship. When you came out of the office, she was leaned over the bar trying to talk to him, to no avail. His eyes were scanning the crowd for you, and when he spotted you, he excused himself to come stand right beside you.

"I can't wait to get you home. It's still pretty early, we could watch a movie."

You loved being able to take the time to do normal things with him, even if it was as simple as movie night.

"We can eat leftover cake and cuddle up in bed," you suggested, and he raised his eyebrows before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"I know what I'll be eating, and it isn't cake."

✨✨✨

An hour later you were in your comfy clothes, letting Aaron use your thighs as a pillow. He was only half paying attention to the film, he was too busy letting you play with his hair, scratching his scalp lightly with your fingertips. His eyes closed, the softest smile on his lips.

"I love you," he kissed your thigh, rolling onto his stomach as he looked up at you.

"I love you," you were always quick to say it back, because you loved hearing it so much. It was sometimes baffling that he'd chosen you, of all people. You were filled with gratitude that you had his love and affection, and that your future together looked more than bright.

He sat up, pulling your pants down your legs at a snails pace, admiring every inch of your skin from the waist down. His fingertips grazed the front of your panties, teasing you ever so gently before he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your clothed center.

"Been waiting all day, baby. I can't wait anymore."

Your underwear joined your pants in the floor as he lowered himself between your legs, spreading you open so he could admire you like a piece of priceless art. He drug a single digit through your slick folds, tongue diving between your lips to devour you. He lapped to his hearts content, giving you an unprecedented amount of orgasms in such a short period of time that you became hypersensitive to his touch, writhing uncontrollably as he made love to you with his tongue.

"That's it, such a good girl," he cooed, the term of endearment making your brain go white hot--it sounded so good falling from his lips that you wanted to hear it on repeat, over and over. By the time he was lining up with your entrance, you could barely keep your eyes open, but as soon as you felt the familiar stretch of his cock filling you, your eyes went wide. It was beyond satisfying--it was intense and it made you feel whole, giving your body over to him. He rolled his hips into you, going as slow as he could bring himself to, pulsing inside of you with every stroke.

"Goddamn, you're perfect baby," he leaned forward to press a kiss to your jaw, then your cheek and finally your lips, propped up on his elbows so he could still pump into you. His hand brushed your face lovingly as his hips met yours, the gentle way he claimed you making you feel like you officially belonged to him. You always had, but now your connection was deeper, more solid. You couldn't explain the way the last couple of weeks had brought you two together, but it had been beautiful to experience. Planning a life with him had proven to be one of the best decisions you could've made.

"I think you're incredible, Aaron. I'm in love with everything you do," you peppered his face in kisses as he smiled down at you, trying to control the fluid movements of his hips, getting sloppier as he got closer to his climax. You felt the warm, sticky cum fill you as he shuddered, laying his head on your chest as he steadied his breathing.

"I think this is the first time we've ever had sex in your bed," he said, sliding out of you before he cleaned you up.

"We should get a new one when we move," you'd been making plans on what you'd need to update and what could be brought along with you, taking inventory at both of your houses. You were swapping your dining room table for his, but keeping your sectional and putting his loveseat in his office. There were things you wanted to buy together too, and a bed was one of them.

"We can pick it out whenever you want," he told you, coming to lay beside you. He made a humming sound as he settled in beside you, the tv still playing in the background. Nights like this were your favorite. You'd both have to work tomorrow, and it was starting to get late, but he couldn't help but cozy into you and tangle his limbs with yours while absentmindedly watching the movie.

"Marty's having a gala this weekend for The Byrde Family Foundation. Will you come with me? The kids will need to be there, if you can arrange that. Marty invited us earlier," he wanted his kids to pretend they were the picture perfect family Wendy had painted them out to be when the truth was, Charlotte hadn't been home in months.

"I'll talk to the kids. I'm working a half day Friday so I can go to the city and find something to wear," he looked at you shocked, peering at your closet across the room.

"You mean to tell me there isn't something you can wear in that cavern of clothes?" You shook your head because you had plenty but none of it was appropriate for something like this.

"I have dresses but not a fancy one. I'll take Charlotte and Jonah with me."

He chuckled, kissing your cheek before reaching over into his jeans to grab his wallet.

"Take this. I had you a copy made," it was his credit card, and from the looks of it, it was incredibly fancy and your first instinct was to hand it back to him.

"I don't need this, Aaron," you told him, but he shook his head, laying it on your bedside table with your keys.

"I know you don't, but I want you to have it. You can use it whenever you want, for whatever you need. Just take it. It'll make me feel better."

✨✨✨

You and Charlotte were actively looking for a dress to wear at a small boutique in town. You'd exhausted almost every option until a worker approached you with a short, sparkly black dress, with thin straps and a neckline that would have Aaron staring all night long. You tried it on and realized it was perfect, and the price was decent, so you bought it. Jonah was at a store two buildings down getting fitted for his final suit--he was dressing like Aaron, that's what he told you, offering no further details.

"I can't believe we both found the perfect dress. You know, even though we haven't felt like family, it'll be good to see them, right? I mean, mom is kind of using us for her foundation--we're the face of it. Her 'life's work'." She said a little sadly, and although it was harsh, it was true. Wendy and Marty were using their kids to look good in front of everyone, and you hated it, but Aaron hated it more. He hated it for you, because they'd been with you and he felt Marty was overshadowing that with his lies.

"We're going to try to have a good time. At least we won't be working," you reminded her, and she started to cheer up a little on the way to the tailor's building to get Jonah. He had his garment bag and met you at the door, beaming from ear to ear.

"He's going to love this," he said proudly, and you nodded.

"Your dad, right?" You thought all of this was to impress him.

"No, Hotch. It's the same brand, I checked with him. Got his advice on what to get."

Aaron was quickly becoming Jonah's closest friend and you weren't the least bit surprised given Jonah's previous best friend was an elderly man that lived in the house the bought. He would cling to authority figures because his was mostly absent, and you were glad they had each other. Aaron loved the kids almost as much as you did.

"He's going to love it," you confirmed, heading in the direction of the restaurant the kids had chosen earlier so you could pick up dinner and take it to the house to meet Aaron. He already had something to wear, which was no shock to you. The day of the gala, Kay was working all day so you and Charlotte could go get your hair and nails done, and spend the day pampering yourselves. You'd suggested the idea to her and she quickly agreed, so that's what you had to look forward to.

When you arrived home, Marty's car was in the driveway and you were worried instantly, because you could see a heated debate happening in the yard between him and Aaron and it didn't look pretty.

"You guys stay here," you exited the vehicle and went to see what the fuss was about. Aaron looked to you, his eyes wet and hazy, making you more than concerned. Something had happened, but you weren't sure what it could be.

"I tried to tell him it's a bad idea," Aaron said before you could even say anything, but Marty looked to you anyway, a stack of papers in his hand.

"I have to give up the casino. You could hire someone to run it, but part of my deal requires letting go of it now that Darlene Snell is gone," he explained, and you shook your head, knowing that all of his crime was tied up in the casino.

"I want no part of that casino," you told him, and he nodded, but he wasn't done.

"Everything will be legit if you own it. I'll cut all ties. But if you don't take it, it'll sink," Marty explained, but you couldn't even begin to think of where you could find someone to run it. You could train Charlotte, but then you'd have to hire someone else at The Blue Cat. There would be so many details to work out that it was stressing you out just to think about it.

"Let me sleep on it," you said, and Aaron scoffed loudly, looking at you incredulously, and then back at Marty.

"Baby think about this," he warned, because running two businesses would be more than a lot on you--you'd be so buried by work that you didn't have time for anything else.

"I am. I'm thinking about my future, and stability that would come with owning a casino," you shot back, making him question everything he'd been thinking up to this point.

"You could--God, I don't know why I'm saying this, but you could be set for life," Aaron rationalized, pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes trained on the ground in front of him. You could tell he was conflicted for a variety of reasons, the main one being that you'd take over for Marty--be his legal successor and run things the clean way.

"Let me think about it, okay? I don't really have time for a casino right now," you weren't sure how you'd manage two run two businesses and make time for your relationships too. You'd have to hire someone to take over at the casino, but until then, it would be your job.

"You could hire another waitress at The Blue Cat; once you have the casino, working will be a thing of the past. You'll pull so much money from the casino alone that you could give up the Blue Cat," he said optimistically, but you shook your head.

"I won't give up The Blue Cat." You were firm in your answer but they both understood why; Marty offered to look for someone to run the casino for you, so you'd have someone to manage the place and you'd only be needed to oversee everything.

"I'll find a manager, but all the final decisions will be left up to you. Think you can juggle both places?" Marty smirked because he knew you could handle it; otherwise he would've asked Ruth or someone else.

"I think if you can do it, I can do it."

✨✨✨

Aaron didn't say anything until you were in bed that night, his arm wrapped around you and the tv playing softly in the background.

"You know, the more I think about it... You turned the Blue Cat around in a couple of months. Imagine what you could do for the casino. Rebrand--make a commercial like Marty did. Imagine the audience you'd reach. You could advertise for The Blue Cat at the same time. When I retire, maybe if you want, we can do it together."

You sat straight up, looking back at him like he'd just asked you to stand on your head.

"You want to be my business partner? I thought maybe when Charlotte's old enough, we could make her a part of it too. Secure her future. Jonah too, if he wants."

He kissed your temple, taking a deep breath. It was a lot for the two of you to process, but it was good that you were talking about it, and even better that he was on board.

"It's not just business; it's your life. I want to share that with you, help you make your dreams come true. If this is it, then I'm behind you every step of the way. You could teach me and I could help you with everything," he seemed thrilled about the idea and nothing made you happier than the thought of succeeding together.

"It's our life. We're in this together, right?"

He nodded, finding your lips before he pulled you into his lap, his hand cupping your face tenderly as he looked at you.

"Forever, baby. I'll stand by you through anything."

✨✨✨

The following day, you had a manicure and pedicure with Charlotte, along with facials and hair appointments. You were meeting at the riverboat casino at 3 so Charlotte could rehearse her lines; Wendy had scripted everything for the speech portion of the night. You had to be ready earlier, but you were planning to just bring your dress along and change at the casino.

"Hotch is going to love your dress. I can't wait to see the final look," your hair was curled in soft waves, so when you guys left, all you'd need to do was makeup.

"I can't wait to see yours either. This has been such a good day," you'd spent your time feeling your best, enjoying some time off with your best friend before you went back to work tomorrow.

"We should start getting our nails done regularly. I could get used to this," and so you agreed to start making a day out of it once a month. You looked like royalty by the time you left the salon, so you went home and Charlotte helped with your makeup before getting herself ready.

"Okay, we'll take our dresses and change on the boat," Charlotte said as you went to the car, Jonah following closely behind. He had his suit in a bag, disappointed he had to rehearse his portion of the speech and couldn't ride in with Aaron.

"Let's try to be excited. I think it'll be a fun night," you said cheerfully as you drove the kids towards the casino. There was a separate riverboat connected by a bridge where the party would take place. There would be live music and dancing, and you were excited for a night out with Aaron.

"You both look beautiful," Marty said as you approached the stage, looking between you and Charlotte.

"We had a girls day. Nails, hair, all that fun stuff," you told him, and he nodded, telling the kids what they needed to say and when. They ran through it a couple of times while you sat back and watched. The party was set to start at 5, so around 4:30, you found Marty's office so you could change into your dress. Aaron would be arriving any minute and you wanted to look good when he did.

Charlotte came to find you, so the two of you got dressed together, admiring one another's fashion sense when you were finished. You found Marty and Jonah, who'd went to change and well and looked sharp as ever.

"Hotch just passed through security. He should be up any minute," Marty said as someone spoke to him through an earpiece before he excused himself to talk to Wendy. In no time, Aaron was approaching you, his lip pulled between his teeth as his eyes trailed over your body. He looked so sexy in all black, his slacks tighter than usual, fitting snugly on his hips.

"Good god, just look at you. You're stunning baby," he pulled you in for a kiss, his hands on your waist. Jonah and Charlotte were preoccupied with Wendy so you had a second alone with him by the bar.

"So are you," you whispered, kissing him again; if it were up to you, you would've made out with him right there, but you thought better of it. The anticipation just made the wait so much more fun--you had no doubt he'd be undressing you later, so you wore a black bra and panty set just for him to see, lacy and sexy to surprise him. It was brand new, he'd never even seen it.

"We'll have a drink and people should be getting here soon." Right away you spotted Ruth, who looked dazzling in a white dress, making her way over to you.

"Marty says he's giving you the casino now that it's clean," she said, and you shrugged.

"I haven't decided yet."

She ordered a drink, looking back at you.

"You should do it. Take over the Ozarks. Be what Marty could've been," she said, looking back at him as he adjusted the microphones at the podium.

"I might."

The rest of the night was just as fun as you thought. You were getting ready to leave when you overheard a conversation that you knew you weren't meant to.

"Ruth Langmore killed Javi."

You didn't recognize either of the women talking to Marty, but from the looks of one of them, she must've been Javi's mother. She had the same dark eyes, same sharp features as he did.

"If you try to warn her, I will kill your children," she said, and you made your exit, making sure not to be seen by anyone so you could find Aaron. He was at the bar when you explained to him what you'd heard, and he was immediately on the telephone, making sure someone was waiting when Ruth got home. She'd already left, coming to tell you goodbye earlier. You were petrified for your friend and you prayed Aaron could stop it.

"Try to stay calm. You don't want to attract attention," Aaron told you as he excused himself. You ordered another drink, draining it quickly as you tried to ease your nerves a bit. It wasn't working; you didn't have a chance to think about anything else, because Marty was quickly approaching you.

"Are you having a good time?" You nodded, shooting him a fake smile that he returned, before asking where Aaron was.

"He got a call, he'll be back any minute," you told him, trying to keep your cool so Marty didn't know you'd overheard the woman making plans to kill Ruth.

"Find me before you leave. I think Jonah's coming back with us," he told you, and you nodded before telling him to go have a good time. Aaron joined you once more, kissing your cheek so he could whisper in your ear.

"I called in a favor. Frank Jr. left right behind her."

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whumpy-writings · 2 years

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Blog Update and An Announcement

CW: Discussion of Mental Health

I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching lately, and have come to the decision that I have to make a change with this blog.

You've probably noticed that I haven't been posting much new content recently, and that’s because writing has started to become incredibly stressful for me. I'm constantly second-guessing my work, feeling guilty if I write something that isn't for my blog, and my imposter syndrome has flown through the roof. I have ADHD and my rejection sensitive dysphoria has been so bad that I have hardly written at all in the last two months.

I’ve traced this back to the serialized nature of posting fiction on tumblr. I’m the sort of person who needs there to be a definite end to a project. But with tumblr, a series could theoretically go on for a lifetime. Without an end date, all I feel is overwhelm. Writing is something I am incredibly passionate about and I would love to make it my full-time career some day. But I can’t do that when I feel like I’m disappointing people because I’m not posting regularly on here. There are so many projects I want to work on that are being blocked by the crippling guilt and pressure I’ve been feeling.

Particularly for OVAM, there are tons of characters in this world whose stories I want to tell and I feel like I can't because people just want to read about my already established characters (who I love dearly). There is an overarching political and military plot to this story that I have dropped hints at here and there but I feel like I can't explore those aspects of the story. Whump has such a big focus on character and the actual whumping that I worry about disappointing my readers by not posting straight-up whump. I know all of this pressure is self-imposed, but it has severely been impacting my mental health. I need to make a change now or else I might just give up writing entirely.

So, I've decided that I am going to be self-publishing Of Vampires and Men as a book series. It will relieve the pressure I feel to constantly be producing new content for this blog and allow me to run wild with the story and characters in a way I feel like I can't on tumblr as a platform. It will also allow me to see a definite end to this project, which is much better for my workflow and mental health than a meandering never-ending series

Right now, I am planning on there being a total of five books in the series, with the first one coming out June of 2023. Book 1 will follow Aldon during his time at the Academy, a human who belongs to a Lucian prince, and a couple other new characters. Book 2 will also hopefully come out in 2023 and will include Micah and Aaron's story, Henri and Aldon's story, and more.

I will still be posting chapters on here occasionally, but it will probably only be one a month or so. At the moment, that’s all I feel like I can handle.

Thank you so much for reading till the end. I hope you stick around, but if not I understand. Thank you to everyone who has read my stories, I appreciate each and every one of you more than you know. Remember to take care of yourself.

Love, Kay

#blog update #of vampires and men

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incarnateirony · 2 months

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Shea, it's Aaron, or Min, or whatever you want to call me. That person that couldn't find themselves while our paths intersected, but doing my damndest to help you find yours. And failing. Miserably. As badly as I was failing myself.

We've been trying to communicate a very difficult series of issues that you haven't learned about. And me, personally, I didn't realize how deep the connection of my rage was to your attempting to onbaord it in my wake. Don't recoil, we're past that now, okay?

This anger isn't that. Slenderman wants his face back and wants you to acknowledge who he is, or was, at any point, the good and the bad, okay? That's what it's like once you cross the grade seven to eight degree veil, oh-fucking kay? Treat me like a ghost. Like the Ghost of Aaron in my Discord you haunt.

I had to become someone else, and I did, and yet still you are here and I kept watching people suffer because of it. My entire job, saving lives, every day with what he taught me, depends on being a reflector. Your obsession, your false creations and your projections started birthing themselves, I just gave them form at an Opportune Moment. Because, again, of the two of us, I am the one that walked his path, and with him, or has him with me.

And look, I'm sorry. He's a super cool dude, but he posted like you @ you like 10 times on reasons you have You Need To Back The Fuck Up Bitch disease, and you wouldn't, and Henry is the totem to that, and will be. Even inside. A Morning Dove was not bred for that. We both know that.

The bird in everyone's chests has been needing to breathe. And while about a hundred million thank you, there's still a hundred million more, because the gesture is only tumblr surface deep. Not in the Self that caused this mess.

It's the right step, Shealyn. To put this into simplified form, Hermes might not trust you not to cage him again but he has been offering you his hand the entire time through all this dissonance.

I am so sorry we both know this song so well. But it's time. Please, end the Discord.

Let us go, all the way, but let your internal screaming shadow go before it consumes you, because that is our direction now. Let everyone go from the trap you made and just speak it. It's in goddamn just saying it all, Shealyn.

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poisonousquinzel · 3 years

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https://lady-ha-ha.tumblr.com/post/160715688748/is-that-comic-before-the-reboot-and-which-one-is

(I have not read this comic) Is this true? (if so, ivy deserves someone better).

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Kay, first off both of those people are Jarley shippers so take everything they say with a grain of salt and then some, cause no. that part isn't about how much Harley loves Joker and will always choose him over Ivy. Literally you can tell ops don't know what they're talking about cause her whole thing in those issues is going to kill him for years of graphic abuse but ultimately falls back with him once she’s face to face with him.

Like wow, congrats on missing the fucking point again but not surprised from people who ship her with The Fucking Joker.

also, ffs, can anyone please have basic comprehension skills and realize that Harley and Ivy are both fucked up sometimes because they’ve got issues and that’s not comparable to Joker’s long ass history of graphic and disgusting abuse.

Harley and Ivy are villains, they're not a wholesome cookie cutter, White Picket Fence, super vanilla ship with no bad moments. They're both bad guys with a fuck ton of trauma that they both have to work through, and have done so at this point.

Gotham City Sirens was published between 2009 - 2011, Harley and Ivy weren't blatantly romantic at this point nor had they had anywhere near the development that they’ve had at this point.

Like don’t go into Harlivy content expecting them to be the perfect wlw rep with no flaws during their arcs from BTAS to current time cause that’s just not realistic. They’re both deeply flawed people who’ve got a fuck ton of trauma that they need to (and have) worked through.

I have talked about the BTAS issues here and this post is good at explaining them too.

Harlivy is not and has never been a purely wholesome, goody-goody ship. They’re messy, they have issues, and they have bad moments sometimes, but they both worked through their seperate trauma and came out stronger and better because at the end of the day, they care about each other.

Harlivy has messy, toxic moments sometimes, but they’re not, and have never been, abusive. There’s a difference between unhealthy moments and a ship being abusive.

That’s completely different to how Joker acts Constantly, because he does not care that his actions towards Harley are abusive, because he doesn’t give a shit about her.

He enjoys hurting her. He enjoys ruining her.

Jarley has always been intended to be written and shown as a domestically abusive relationship.

This is also the first instance where it's directly referenced that there's something more than platonic between her and Ivy, other than the reference in Batgirl Adventures.

Gotham City Sirens is also not connected to any verses.

This didn’t happen in the timeline we’re in rn with Harley Quinn (2014)/(2016)/(2021).

Comic timelines and shit are stupid and make everything more confusing and awful and I hate it sdfjdksksdkjsd

this is gonna be a long post since ops wanna just cut and paste random bits of the issues like jarley stans always do (cause jarley never has good moments that aren’t entirely surrounded by him abusing her) I’m going to show them in full context. *added a keep reading cause it is a lot

(All panels shown are from #15, #18, #19, #20, #21, #23, #24, #25)

So, Harley's entire thing at this point in the GCS comic in that she's been triggered by flashbacks of Joker's abuse and she breaks into Arkham with the intent to kill him.

The entire thing in these issues is showing her smarts and how she knows people's trump cards to get under their skin so she can break into Arkham.

She’s trained to identify these things in people and she's fucking good at pushing people's buttons.

this is also just one of my fav Harley covers so I wanted to show it jsdjksdks

“Trump cards. Everyone has one. Places where the armor we build around ourselves is weakest.”

She’s right. And it’s now shown that Harley’s willing to use those below the belt trump cards if she has to.

And frankly, I’d say this is worse than what she says to Ivy. And I’m not surprised she did it. She didn’t want to, she tried to get him to just open the door -

“Don’t make me do this, Aaron. There are some secrets that should stay hidden. Things you should never learn about your own life.”

but she’s also entirely fueled by rage and the desire to kill Joker. She came here for a reason and she’s not leaving until she’s done it.

“I’m going to kill you. For everything you’ve done to me. All the times you’ve made me feel useless and small. For all the times I will never forget. For all the things I can never forgive. All the memories -”

“Hello, Harley. I’ve missed you.”

“Memories. That’s all I have left. The past is gone and all I have is... memories.

Memories.

Memory.

Gone.

I guess I too have a trump card.”

“Oh, Ivy. You know exactly what my answer is going to be. But you’re hoping you’re wrong, aren’t you?”

She’s also right about this, they already mentioned this in #18.

“How did I become the bad guy?”

“You’re the one choosing a man over her girls.”

“Are you kidding me? You would never say that to Harley, and we both know she’d dumb us in a flat second if Joker called her.”

“Hey! That’s not fair-- Actually, that’s probably true.”

“The difference is, she can’t help it. You can. And she’s working on it. You’re not working on it.”

“Too easy, Ivy. Too easy. I know your weak spots. Now I just need to push.”

This is exactly what she’s been doing since the starting point of this post. She’s still in that mindset and she knows she can’t beat her on a regular battle field. Neither of them can.

“Like I said-- You beat me in any level playing field. But I don’t fight on those fields.”

Harley’s biggest strength as a villain is her ability to completely mentally stall her opponents and learn their weak spots. She wouldn’t win against the majority of the Big Bads if she didn’t fight on a different field than they are.

so, like yeah, out of context what she says to Ivy seems awful and completely screwed up, and it is, but it’s also built up really well and it’s completely in character for her at this point in her fall during these issues.

Is what she did fucked? absolutely. It’s not painted that it’s not.

Ivy Literally Goes To Kill Her For It.

In the end of this all three of them are recaptured by Catwoman and Batman and that’s where we’re starting off at again.

“Oh, Harley.

The only human I’ve ever called a friend.

To what lengths will I go? Where are my own limits? She is the Strangler fig. And I am the tree, choking underneath.

Without me, she could never grow.

But without her, I would fall if I grew too tall.”

“Will she ever stand by herself?

Will she ever be ready?

She is in throes of madness. She sees him, her brain flooding with adrenaline, it makes her excited, nervous, then the feelings start to fade, and she needs more. And more.

She sees it as passion. She sees it as love.

But it’s not. It’s addiction. And she’s relapsing.”

Ivy is well aware of the nature of their relationship. She’s not stupid and she’s been shown already to know that it’s something that takes time. It’s not a one off break up and it’s over. That’s not how abusve relationships work.

What do I do?

I could use my pheromones to alter her brain chemistry.

I could leave her behind abandoning her to the wilds of her own mind.

I could kill her right now.

Show her how red Nature can be.

There's one other option.

It would require patience.

Even love.

Maybe I'm more human than I want to admit.

"You have one chance to answer this."

I know, if she agrees, she'll be doing it for revenge. For him.

"She put us behind bars."

But maybe if I get away from this place, if I give her something else to think about. Maybe she can break the cycle. But it has to be her choice.

"I'm going to kill her. Come with me."

So yeah, it’s definitely not a just “Harley hurts her and runs off with Joker and it’s just a plain ol’ her choosing him over everyone and that’s that.”

Jarley shippers love to just reduce all her scenes and arcs down to their “epic love” and shit, but that’s taking away literally everything about her and reducing it down to the 3 panels that they’re “cute” in. Her arc in this part is fucking heartbreaking to read.

And Ivy damn well knows what’s going on with her. She’s smart and she’s the one that’s been there throughout all of this. She found her in the park after he shot her out of a rocket.

And she knows it’ll take time for Harley to get over and through his manipulation, that’s just how it works with abusive relationships.

But she’s also not forgiving at first, she’s mad and rightfully so, until she sees the sate of Harley’s cell and realizes how bad her addiction is at that time.

A lot of the unhealthy moments on Harley’s side when it comes to them are directly caused from the effects of being in an abusive relationship with Joker. Because she’s always in this area of her journey in those moments. She’s never fully over him or emancipated.

And that’s realistic. It’s hard sometimes to be friends with someone who’s in abusive relationships like theirs, having to watch them return to that person time and time again and it’s frustrating after a while.

I know from personal experience, it’s really hard to watch someone you care about go back or forgive someone that continues to hurt them.

But abuse victims desperately need a support system outside of their abuser. It’s a crucial part of being able to escape, because when they do try to get out they need someone there or they’ll literally have no where to go but back into their abuser’s arms.

It’s heartbreaking and it’s really rough for everyone effected, but that’s just how it is most of the time. Especially in their case, as they’re not just regular folk dealing with this.

If she doesn’t have Ivy, Harley has no one else to go to but Joker, on more than just an emotional level.

She’s lost her job. Her income. Her home. Her livelihood. Her everything.

Most of the time she has no other choice but to return to a life of crime after she’s released from Arkham because she can’t get a job, she’s a notorious criminal and she’s got a lot of issues that don’t just disappear with a bit of therapy.

She has no other choice but to return to Joker because the other alternative is the streets. At least she knows what to expect with him.

And that’s not even getting into the manipulation, gaslighting and degrading abuse that he drills into her constantly.

He’s made her believe she’s not anything without him. That she’s not smart or useful or anything.

And that’s why it’s so damn important for her to have a support system and why he’s so damn against Ivy.

Because Ivy is the good voice on her shoulder telling her he’s wrong and that she doesn’t deserve that.

And on Ivy’s side, she’s aware she gets very near cutting off all parts of her humanity.

She’s a plant goddess, she’s insanely powerful and she feels everything through the green. Frankly, she’s not even on the same playing field as these villains. She’s significanty more powerful than Harley and Joker.

Her connection to Harley is what keeps her humanity in tack, because despite everything, she does care about her. She was the first person she let in, the first person Ivy called a friend.

The person that was able to get through to her in #14/#15 when she was losing herself. The one that was able to get through to her that the dude was manipulating her.

“Ivy, I know you think you love this guy... but you’re just gonna end up strapped to his rocket!”

She had to knock her out for the dude to trust her / not attack them anymore. But Harley got through to her by mentioning how they first met in the park when she saved her after Joker shot her off in a rocket.

And Ivy is understandable turned off towards humans considering her origin and trauma around that.

She’s got a lot of trust issues.

But both of them work through their seperate traumas over the years because their affection for each other is stronger than the issues their trauma has given them.

and also, sometimes, they just have shit writers. that’s an issue overall in comic fandoms. Some writers just fucking suck at getting any of the characters right, let alone LGBT characters, who’re notoriously treated like garbage by DC.

#sorry if it came off a bit aggressive anon i don't mind ya asking <3 #ops just annoy me SDJSKSK #tw abuse #tw clown boy #long post #♦️ asks ♦️#harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #harlivy #gotham city sirens #me? rambling in detail about Harley? yup yup

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the hell is mystreet season 6??

(warning, long post ahead)

ok so before i start this

1) ive never posted shiiiit on tumblr before so watch me suffer, im just here to talk about stuff that my friends who dont know anything about aphmau have to listen to me rant about for hours on end

2) i havent seen mystreet in like years (except season 3, i watch that frequently since im laurance and shadow knight deprived) so please bear with me because i might be completely wrong on this lol. it’s just like, pointing out things i remember

3) im sure someones already talked about this but who cares

4) im gonna do this stupid thing where i just explain myself a bit at first, if you dont want to read that just skip to the part where you see “the actual thingy:” in bold and italics

5) mild disclaimer; i am completely aware that jessica is not a professional writer. i know that she did her best to appeal to her fans, and honestly, respect for that. while this post will come off as aggressive and probably look like hate, that’s not my intention in the slightest. it’s just... intense criticism. im sure y’all probably already know that, but yeah, just stating that anyways. i do believe that jess is doing her best, and in no way do i want to dismiss any hard work she’s done. that being said; prepare for a very strongly opinionated post.

haha watch there be 10000+ typos in this making me look like a complete dumbass

ok here we go

one of the main reasons i stopped watching aphmau back in 2017 was the mess that was season 4. like, in the first few episodes of the emerald secret, i thought “woah!! this is kinda cool, im a sucker for mystery!” because of course i was, it was something new and something exciting. the only problem i had with it at the time was kim, but that’s just because i always found her annoying and out of place. i just didn’t understand why garroth dragged her along and honestly i still don’t to this day BUT, moving on.

anyways, as the season progressed, 13 year old me was of course just “:0!!” the entire time--that is, up until the reveal of the main villain. i remember watching the episode, seeing the reveal of ein, and then stopping. like, just for a quick break, but i was still just overwhelmingly disappointed. like, and this was the time when pdh was airing and ein just got made alpha (i think?) and i had really really liked eins character in pdh. either way, that really sucked and actually opened my eyes to a lot of things.

one of the main things bein’ the fact that this was supposed to be a slice of life kinda series that decided to take a turn to a more edgy kinda approach. which, i guess i regularly wouldnt mind? but seeing as mcd was kinda bein neglected at the time it just didnt sit right with me. BUT WHATEVER, point is i stopped watching mystreet all together at the end of season 4.

like, a whole year later my brother tells me that shit’s getting intense in season 5 + 6 of mystreet, and my brilliant self decided to give it a shot--but i refused to watch all of season 5, so i only stepped in when ein made an appearance. so whenever that was, that’s where i picked up because i didnt care enough to see

and y’know--i honestly didn’t hate it at first. in fact, i found it oddly cool. it wasn’t enough to get me into aphmau again, but it was enough to where i was intrigued. i dont know why, but i never watched the finale, so i didnt see the ending until just a few weeks ago--but back then, i thought it was neat. looking back on it however... im just so confused.

side note: only got back into aphmau this time around because of mcd. mainly because like, i adore the first season and the first half of the second season. and being nearly 18 now, im a lot more appreciative of plot and well-written characters n junk.

the actual thingy:

ok back on track. imma stop spilling out my story of how i got back into aphmau, and lets just skip to what rewatching mcd made me realize of season 6′s plot and shit:

-emmalyn. how the fuck does ghost even remotely exist? if she’s emmalyn as claimed, then why have we already seen emmalyn in the mystreet universe alive? look i get that creators can do whatever they want with their stories but at the same time please provide some sort of explanation good god. and maybe they did and i just havent seen it, so if there is one--let me know. but until that day imma just sit here confused as fuck

-ok so imma just be real, the whole ‘ultima’ thing is just... not great. in my opinion, anyways. like... i saw someone mention this in another post, but if this ultima stuff was like, a really big deal, why isnt it mentioned in mcd? though i suppose since its a curse of sorts, it could be later on past the time period in which mcd takes place--but even then, how did it manage to make its way into aaron’s family bloodline?

-WHY IS EVERYONE AT STARLIGHT ITS JUST SO CONVINIENT like what happened to this place being the most expensive shit on the planet or whatever, and how the gang happens to run into like, the werewolf trio and blaze and kai and guy and nate all of these people like god damn life doesnt WORK LIKE THAT

-im sorry but turning people into relics? thats... thats the best you could come up with? plus, like, how does that even work? in mcd it’s established that relics are separate entitles that choose their wielder, based on a ‘personal’ connection (being a descendent of a previous wielder) or if they’re a good match personality and (i think?) moral wise. so the whole turning-people-into-relics doesnt make much sense to be honest.

-irene really over here using her god powers to only keep her friends alive like god damn not a great god if you ask me

-can i talk about how incredibly predictable aphmaus death was? like i just kinda sat there waiting for it to happen and when it did i literally went “haha! wonder when she’ll be revived” because god forbid we actually kill off characters

-when aphmau + demon warlock fought in the irene dimension there was no passage of time whatsoever in the real world whiiiiiiiiich really bothers me because they fought in there for at least a few minutes

-speaking of aphmau and the demon warlocks fight does it bother anyone else that it had to be aaron who took over the fight?? like we get it hes the big protector blah blah blah but god damn it wouldve been cooler if aphmau had fought this battle as her. aaron fighting this battle was so underwhelming

-...love. like, thats the only thing thats needed to break out of a forever potion? love? LIKE YEAH, GOOD GUYS GOTTA WIN SOMEHOW, but its just so cliche and overdoneeee

-oh yeah and also when travis went bonkers and became the demon warlock or whatever, why’d he only take over katelyn and garroth?? like, zane had been influenced by the potions in the past as well? DONT GET ME WRONG--i do love some good brother edge, but uh, the demon warlock was just bein kinda a dumbass by not possessing zane too just sayin’

-can aaron please go to fucking jail for mass murder now like holy shit, he just got sent home on a fuckin boat. also why did blaze forgive him for killing him thats not even remotely realistic. then again, nothing in mystreet has ever been realistic when it comes to characters and motives and personalities, (cough katelyn being actually abusive and travis being an actual pervert) but yknow whatever

-katelyn and kawaii chan literally added nothing to the plot whatsoever. like lets be real, katelyn lost her personality the moment season 5 started and kawaii chan just kinda sits there :I

-ok im sorry this was bound to come up but cmon guys imagine laurances potential if he was in season 6 like god damn this is beyond maddening. AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN A REALLY REALLY COOL PARRALLEL?? IF IT WAS LAURANCE WHO SNAPPED GARROTH OUT OF HIS MIND CONTROL THING, because it would mimic laurance’s speech to get garroth to snap out of his rage in season 1, episode 100 of minecraft diaries. like how fuckin rad would that have been? missed opportunity

-also?? why does kim/ghost know magicks?? like, if i remember correctly, emmalyn is a scholar--not someone who knew magicks. i mean, i guess research? study?? but its been established that knowing how magicks works =/= being able to use magicks. i dunno, just doesnt seem right i guess. maybe its explained, i wouldnt know (yes i know that makes me look like a dick leave me alone)

-melissa should have stayed dead. LIKE, NO, ITS NOT AS SIMPLE AS “haha it takes more than a few bullets to kill me”??? look ive got nothing wrong with melissa (cough lie cough) but yknow it would have just been cool a character... stay dead? for once? its just too fuckin cliche that shes alive god damn

-can i also just say the only good thing that came out of season 6 was travis’ dads sacrifice like damn that made me actually sad

-howww was lucinda turned into a relic. or yknow, anyone else? like im sure they explain it better in the actual show i just dont remember, but its just that easy? turning anyone into a relic? granted, a normal person wouldnt be able to produce a good relic, but idk man. IM JUST SAYING; that the only really powerful relics that aphmau should have been able to wield is the one that aaron + zane produced because shad relic and esmund relic moment. lucinda isnt even like, connected to a divine warrior. ALSO, another point, if its seriously that powerful of a relic getting one from just a magic user like lucinda, why go through the trouble? i mean i guess ofc youd want the “all powerful” one that the ultima produces but i mean damn whats the point

-ok this is just going to bother me but in one of the episodes (i think might have been in season 5 actually) where that like, guardian dude was chasing aphmau and zane and at one point they split up and the dude just chuckles at zane diverting paths and goes under his breath “youre not the important one here”, suggesting that aphmau somehow is? first of all, id argue that any ro’meave is significantly more important than aphmau was, especially not knowing much about her other than that shes with aaron. i might be missing some bits an pieces, but if i was that dude id forget about aphmau and go after zane

-killing off derek for shock factor sucked, and i know the moment was supposed to be really sad because like “oh :( aarons dad is sacrificing himself for his son” but lets be real dereks still was a shitty father and i dont think his reasons for doing what he did was very good at all

-less about plot or more like: why the absolute fuck did the gang bring kim along instead of, oh i dont know, a life-long friend? like, laurance or dante maybe?? im sure its explained, i never saw aphmaus year or most of season 5, but god DAMN id hate to be apart of this friend group AND GOD LIKE, imagine reconnecting with an old friend who ends up getting closer to your best friends and taking priority in their lives over you (cough laurance) like god damn lol

-im just going to preface this one with: i dont remember everything that’s happened, so if im wrong i apologize in advance--but (you actually can correct me if im wrong and please do) didnt like, irene reincarnate her friends in order to give them better lives? I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS TRUE, ITS JUST WHAT I REMEMBER--however, if im correct, then:

a. why the hell would she bring back someone like zane, or gene, or ivy, etc.

b. why the hell do they all have the same exact names? first and last? again, im aware that the whole mystreet+mcd tie wasn’t originally supposed to be there, but i dont think that means such a coincidence can be excused? its just a bit much if you ask me.

c. why the hell is the fact that (as much as i literally hate this) aaron is a decedent of shad being ignored? like, you’d think that something like this would be something thats actually important, or something the demon warlock couldve taken advantage of. or are we completely erasing every other connections to divine warriors besides aphmau + irene? because even if irene did reincarnate them or do whatever it is she did, does she even have the power to sever the connections between them and their ancestors? my guess is, no.

d. speaking of irene why on earth was aphmau able to talk to/see irene, they’re literally the same person are they not? did she like, fuckin reincarnate herself without actually doing it?? BUT--i will give it to them, the demon warlock did refer to aphmau as something along the lines of being “one of the 3 parts of her broken soul” or something like that. however, my point still remains. also what are the other two did i miss that or is it never explained

now; if irene in fact did not ‘reincarnate’ her friends then please ignore that little bit right there :)

but yes, those are a few of the problems i have with season 6 off the top of my head. i would go into like, season 4 and 5 more as well, but i honestly didnt feel like it. at some point i might go into other things, like how important laurance could have been to the plot of these later seasons, or HELL, even dante. i might also go into what could have made season 4, 5, and 6 actually good--maybe... a rewrite? perhaps? but im getting too far ahead of myself, so i just leave you with this for now.

and i know that as soon as i post this 15 more things are just going to pop into my head BUT im going to try and not edit this post because why stress myself with that even more

anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk

#in conclusion i hate it here #lets go back to mystreet bein slice of life pls #anyways tune in next week for 'the hell is pdh??'#aphmau #mcd #mystreet #minecraft diaries #please ignore these next tags im just promoting relentlessly #garroth ro'meave #zane ro'meave #aaron lycan #kawaii chan #kim mystreet #laurance zvhal #pls i have no idea how to tag posts #rant

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bdigfreakingwooper · 2 years

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9. What are your character's relationships like with every member of their party? Bonus, if you want to write a short blurb on your character's opinion of them.

Aaron's lowkey still feeling guilty about abandoning Malina and letting her memories get wiped (he still doesn't know how that happened, actually?) She's a very caring girl, and he's happy she and Kai can be happy together.

Speaking of Kai, Aaron's proud to see they've kept their more violent urges in check. To be fair, there haven't exactly been too many instances for that to happen, and the party is also currently transporting illicit substances to a foreign head of state. It's for a good cause, I swear.

As for Hope, Aaron's a little concerned, but she seems less strung up after talking with Malina. That's good; it's good for everyone to be able to rely on everyone else. As opposed to him trying to shoulder all the responsibility. He's getting better about that.

Singe is repressed as hell and has decided that this means Robin's satisfaction shall come before anything else. Robin has so much passion for their work, Singe can't help but be attracted. The changeling shall be hers! And noone else's! ...Yeah, uh, we'll see how that turns out, Singe.

Singe isn't entirely sure what to make of Moth, but Moth hits things with a big weapon. Singe approves of that. She thinks Moth's habit of dissecting things is a little odd, but nothing to be concerned about.

Singe is kinda pissed that Flare's been able to keep up with her, because that means she's gotta respect him. Being an obvious rival for Robin's affection means that she has to dunk on him at every opportunity. Or maybe seduce his mom. Either way, he'll know his place sooner or later.

... Singe is a pretty big hypocrite, considering her subclass's core tenets are communism. She's entirely unapologetic about it.

#answered

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pigeonwhumps · 7 months

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Hospital stay

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Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch

Whumptember day 28: "I never should have let it come this far" | failed hero | hospital stay | begging for help

Set in the future, when Phoenix has been with Kai's team a while. After being kidnapped together and tortured for, Phoenix and Aaron have been rescued, Kai injured while doing so.

Joseph belongs to @i-eat-worlds, from their story Alex and Friends. Please go read it if you haven't yet!

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CWs: immortal whumpee, hero whump, caretaker turned whumpee, trans whumpee, mentions of superpower overuse, mentions of waterboarding and whipping, past torture, medical setting, coma, low self-esteem, self-degradation, wish to have committed self sacrifice, something that could potentially come across as a death wish but isn't, past self sacrifice, emeto, past temporary character death, past whump reveal (I guess? Idk how to label it)

Phoenix blinks back tears as they watch Aaron, still and silent in the medbay bed in front of them. He's lying on his stomach, trailing with monitors and IVs and all manner of medical equipment, swathed in bandages. They should've done better. They should be there instead of Aaron, but their stupid healing factor, their immortality that's been so useful in the past, means that he was the one who almost died.

It's not fair. He could've escaped if it wasn't for them. But they're stupid and they failed, and now people are worried about them, too.

"They're definitely out of the coma?" whispers Phoenix to the nurse currently taking Aaron's vitals.

"Yes. Just asleep now. They're safe, everyone is."

"It's my fault."

"No. No, it's not, kiddo."

"It *is*. They used me to control him, he could've, um, escaped. And to check they were right. If I'd died quicker then he would've been less hurt, I should've, um, I should've–"

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare talk about yourself like that."

Phoenix blinks, then bursts into tears. The nurse is so fierce.

"Why do you care? Aaron's yours, I got him hurt, you should–"

A hand falls onto their shoulder. "Do you think that after what we've seen of you over the past few years, how much you've helped, how much you've hurt, do you honestly think that we wouldn't care for you too?"

Phoenix cries. They watch Aaron's too-still body and they cry. Everyone else shouldn't care. But as they watch the nurse tend to Aaron, they can't bring themself to point it out again.

"You're sure they'll, um, they'll be okay?"

"Yes. He's recovering nicely. They should be awake in about six to twelve hours."

They're still too bandaged, too still, too too too, too little Aaron in there. Phoenix tries to comfort themself with the thought that he'll be awake soon, but it doesn't help much. What if he doesn't want to see them again? It's all their fault. They're a failure of a hero, a useless, stupid–

"Hey. Whatever you're thinking, that's enough. Joseph's sent you another cat meme if you want a distraction. Are you in pain?"

The answer is yes, everywhere still aches and hurts whenever they shift (and when they don't), but they can't say that. They know why the nurse is asking. But they're a waste of resources and they deserve this anyway.

"No, sir."

"Are you saying no because you really aren't in pain or because you don't want painkillers? I have standing orders from Aaron to remind you that, although you can of course refuse medication, it's perfectly fine to take painkillers or anything else and it's not a waste of resources."

"I'm, um, I'm okay without, sir," murmurs Phoenix, unsure whether they want the nurse to call them out on it or not. She sighs knowingly.

"Alright. Let me know if you need any. Do you want to see Joseph's cat meme?"

Phoenix nods. "Please. And, um, can I move over to Kai's bed? It's, um, it's his turn."

"Of course."

The nurse fetches Phoenix's phone and wheels them over to Kai's bed, then adjusts their saline IV.

"We'll start you off trying to drink again soon. No water for a while yet though."

Phoenix nods, feeling a burning shame. There's no physical reason they can't drink, they're fine. But mentally...

Mentally, they've spent too long without Kai or Aaron reassuring them on anything, and they didn't realise just how much they relied on that. They're useless on their own.

They clutch Mr Frosty to their chest, smiling weakly at Joseph's new message and making sure to reply. They barely see it, but they know now that he'll worry if they don't answer for too long.

It's their daily cat photo. They don't know what they ever did to deserve Joseph.

They slide their phone onto their lap and sink their chin down onto Mr Frosty's head, observing Kai. He's unconscious too, but a lot of that's because he overused his powers. The medics weren't worried about his unconsciousness so much as the stab wound.

Kai looks peaceful. Phoenix isn't sure if that's true.

They look between their two best friends and guilt wells up inside them. Guilt, and grief for something unknown, bubbling over like an old stone well, overflowing and unstoppable. They've both been hurt, everyone's been hurt, because of them.

"I wish I'd been tortured instead of Aaron," murmurs Phoenix, stroking Mr Frosty's fur. "He didn't deserve it. But it's partly so I wouldn't have to watch, so maybe that makes me selfish. What do you think, Mr Frosty?"

"Mr Frosty thinks you shouldn't be so hard on yourself," croaks a voice from the closest bed, and Phoenix looks up, heart in their throat, to see Kai squinting at them.

"Kai! You're awake! Oh." They press a small red button on the side of Kai's bed. "The nurse said to call if you woke."

"How long have I been out?" he asks weakly, as Phoenix helps him with a sippy cup of water.

"A few days? Not entirely sure," they reply quietly. "I was unconscious too for some of it."

Kai tries to sit up, a concerned look on his face, but he can't manage it. "Are you okay? I thought you'd be healing faster, what's wrong?"

"Dehydration, mostly. I'm fine." Kai's gaze flickers pointedly to the IV line in their arm and back, and they sigh. Can't Kai ever miss anything? "I'm... struggling to drink, after... well. It's simpler this way." Phoenix hesitates, and then reaches out a hand hopefully, laying it on top of Kai's uninjured one. Kai turns his own over and squeezes it gently.

Kai's hand is rough, and warm, and large, and it fills Phoenix with relief, to be able to hold it again.

"Where's Aaron? How are they holding up? I don't remember that well but I'm pretty sure they were in bad shape."

Phoenix's eyes dart to the next bed, and Kai struggles in another fruitless attempt to sit up.

"He... he, um, he took the last whipping for me. After everything else he took it, I don't know why, I'm, um, I'm immortal, I'd have been fine, but he– anyway, they're, um, they're out of the induced coma now. Asleep. They're healing. I've, um, been switching between you."

Phoenix is dreading the point where they have to find out exactly how bad things are, how much Aaron hates them now, but they know they deserve it.

"Okay. Phoenix? Firstly, being whipped and waterboarded counts as torture, yes, to you too. Stop being mean to yourself."

Phoenix frowns. "How do you, um, know about the waterboarding?"

Kai squeezes their hand. "They sent videos. To anyone who might care that they had you both. Our team, Joseph, Electrocus, Aisling and Gemma... and Aaron's parents and Alicia. Nobody's told you, huh?"

Phoenix shakes their head, but everything's muted, like they're underwater. They're drowning and they have no idea how to come up for air.

They understand why no-one would tell them. Everyone knowing... that's far too much for their mind to hold.

They gasp, trying to grasp onto something, anything, looking for a lifeline their mind can hold. Everyone knowing...

And they don't even know how much.

"My... my parents?"

"No idea. We haven't contacted them, they haven't contacted us. If they know they're not saying. But no-one can share either of your identities further."

Phoenix takes a deep breath, trying to steady themself. This means Aaron doesn't know either.

Of course he doesn't. Of course he wouldn't. He hasn't woken since the rescue.

"Stop, um, stop trying to reassure me when you were stabbed."

"Then stop claiming you weren't tortured."

"Wasn't bad torture."

They were experiments anyway. That doesn't count as torture.

There's footsteps from behind Phoenix and they cower down, throwing their arm above their head even though it'll do no good. He's going to hurt them, he's going to stretch their limits and kill them and hurt Aaron and–

"Easy. It's just me, I'm here to check on Kai, breathe."

Phoenix does so obediently, blood rushing past their ears still but seeing the medbay as if from miles away, someone in a white coat entering their field of vision.

"Hello Kai," the voice says warmly. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Tell Phoenix there's no such thing as "not bad" torture."

"There isn't. But Kai, I asked about *you*."

"Thirsty, tired, sore. Not dying." He coughs. "What happened?"

"Let me check your vitals and monitors." There's a pause. Phoenix puts their head between their knees, trying to remember how to breathe. "You remember the rescue? Well, you got Phoenix and Aaron, but you had a dagger thrown in your back on your way out. You're damned lucky you were in wolf form. The healers patched you up, but you had a way to go on your own."

"And the others?"

"Lian's been in and out of sleep, Morfydd's in a sensory deprivation chamber, and Santhiya's recovering in a power-blocking room. You all overused your powers drastically, but you'll be okay."

The floor is mostly white with splatters of colour, swirling swirling splatter, and Phoenix throws up on the medbay floor.

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sunflowerspecter · 4 years

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any moment, any time (a.h.)

summary: being in love is hard, in your line of work. you only hope you can tell him all of your feelings before it’s too late. unrelated, his brother is your best friend.

warnings: yep, this part is angsty too... but there’s so much more fluff, i promise.

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader (gender neutral)

words: 2408

part: 2/2 part one

note: i forgot last part that if i italicize something on my doc, it won’t transfer onto tumblr. however, now that there are no italics last part, why start now? i’m sorry

Everyone took shifts waiting, while the others went back to the hotel and rested and recharged. You almost didn’t, because you wanted to be there for Aaron for every last moment, but Emily practically forced you to (you only ended up being gone for an hour, and then you fell asleep in the chair beside his bed). It was your third day of sitting and waiting. Except for the daily hour in which the team forcibly removed you and made you eat and rest, you sat beside him for three days. You did paperwork on your knees as you sat there, waiting for him. You tried playing a game on your phone after the paperwork had finished, to not seem quite as bothered as you were, but in the end, it was three days of sitting, holding his hand, and waiting for him to wake up.

On the rare occasion you were alone with him, you whispered things to him.

“Wake up,” you said. “Please, wake up. I’ll fight for you, I will, until the day I die, I swear. I’ll never turn away. Just wake up.”

“I love you, and I didn’t tell you, and I’m so sorry.”

“I’ll hold you every single night, all you have to do is get better.”

It didn’t ease your soul to say such things, but you hoped it eased his.

Other times, you would sit alone with JJ. She also didn’t want to leave Hotch’s side, but not in the same way you did.

“You know, he’s going to wake up,” JJ said. She was sitting across the room, by the window, one knee pulled to her chest.

“I know that,” you said.

“You’re staring at him like you’re trying to force life into him with your mind.”

You shook your head as Rossi walked in the room, handing a coffee to both you and JJ.

“No movement?” he said, sitting by the door.

“Nope,” JJ said. Your phone rang, then— it was Sean.

You stepped out of the room, just far enough that your conversation couldn’t be heard, but close enough that you could watch Aaron through the door.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hi,” Sean said, “How is he?”

“No change. How’s Jack?”

“He misses his dad.” There was a shuffle on the other side of the phone. “He wants to talk to you, is that alright?”

Tears brimmed your eyes (how were you supposed to talk to your comatose boss’s son?) and you turned away from the room, but you said, “Yeah, of course,” nonetheless.

“Ms. Y/n?” the boy's voice said, shaking.

“Hey, Jack, how are you doing?”

“I am worried about my dad,” he said quietly, and your heart wanted to burst.

“He’s going to be okay, I promise. He’s resting, right now, but he’s going to get better.”

‘Hey, if there’s anyone up there listening, please ensure that I did not just lie to a child.’

“I trust you,” the quivering voice said, and you broke. Hot, heavy tears down your cheeks, as silently as possible because you cannot let Jack know that you’re upset.

“Hey, bud, it’s kinda late, right? I think your dad would want you to get some rest, yeah?”

The boy yawned loudly. “‘Kay.”

Sean was back on the phone, then. “Can you keep the promises you made him?”

“I don’t know, Sean,” you muttered. “How are you holding up? He is your brother.”

“I mean,” he hesitated. “I don’t want to lose him. What about you? JJ told me you were a mess on the ride to the hospital.”

“You were talking to JJ—no, wait, of course you were.”

“Well, plus, I mean, you’re in love with him, so I figured.”

“I’m what?” you said, too loudly. A few nurses looked over at you, and you could feel JJ’s eyes on the back of your head.

Sean laughed. “Come on, you’re my best friend, Y/n, I know when you’re in love.”

“Wait, so you aren’t upset?”

“Why would I be upset?”

You sighed. Of course he wasn’t upset, you felt silly for even thinking he would be. “I’m in love with my best friend’s brother. That’s like, a high school trope, isn’t it?”

Another laugh (at least you were getting laughs out of him. That had to count for something). “I suppose, but I’ve always marched to the beat of my own drum, haven’t I?”

“That you have, Sean Hotchner.”

“I gotta go put my nephew in bed, but you should call me later, okay? Love you, bye!”

You smiled as the phone clicked off. Leave it to Sean to make you feel better in the middle of a very serious situation.

Speaking of which, there was a commotion of noise behind you (a heart rate monitor was beeping rapidly). You turned and Aaron was awake, looking rather discombobulated.

(“Is the team okay? Is Y/n okay? Here? Where?”)

“Hey,” you said, walking in the door. He looked at you and his eyes softened, and JJ and Rossi froze.

“See, I told you Y/n was right outside,” JJ said to him, patting his shoulder lightly. To you, she said, “I’m going to go get the nurse.”

You and Rossi sat on opposite sides of Aaron as he gathered himself.

“Everything hurts,” he mumbled, and it made your heart ache, so you grabbed his hand in yours and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

“I’m so sorry, love,” you said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Is anyone else hurt?” he asked, looking between you and Rossi.

“No, Aaron,” Rossi said. “We got the guy.”

Aaron nodded, and JJ walked in with the nurse. “Let’s give the nurse some space, help me call the team?” JJ said, and you and Rossi nodded, standing. Aaron didn’t let go of your hand.

“Stay?” he murmured, and you shook your head, kissing his forehead.

In his ear, you whispered, “Tell me in the morning if you mean it.”

And as you pulled away, he gave you puppy-eyes (he was very obviously very drugged up) and you blew him a kiss.

JJ elbowed you as you stood in the waiting room. “So, you and the boss-man?”

“You sound like Morgan,” you said.

“I agree with JJ,” Rossi said, and you groaned.

“Okay, but that’s how you’re supposed to act when people were just shot and are now really drugged up. Sensitive.”

“Does sensitive include kissing him and calling him love?” JJ asked, smirking.

Maintaining eye contact with her the entire time, you picked up your phone and dialed Reid. “Hotch is awake,” you said.

“We’re still talking about this, later,” JJ said.

~~~oOo~~~

He wanted to hold your hand.

He was helpless in the eyes of the team, all surrounding him, but you could tell he wanted to hold your hand again. His palm was open toward the ceiling, right in front of where you sat.

And, hell, you would have held his hand, if not for JJ, staring daggers (well, more appropriately, cupid’s arrows, because Garcia was fueling JJ’s matchmaking tendencies) into your soul.

“When do we get out of here?” Aaron asked, clearly already restless after having been awake for less than an hour.

“When the doctor says it’s okay,” Rossi said. “We’ll probably end up driving you back.”

You could see the look of horror on Hotch’s face. “That’s like… a lot of time.”

“About 28 hours, to be exact,” Reid said, and no one on the team said anything, they just smiled.

“Well, sorry Hotch, but you’re on your own for that one,” Emily said, and you giggled, elbowing her knee.

“I’ll drive with you,” you said, and he smiled dopely at you. JJ checked her watch.

“It’s late, we should let Hotch rest,” she said. “He needs to get better so that hopefully he can fly back.”

The team slowly said goodnight and filed out, save for you.

“There goes me being in the field for a while,” he joked. You laughed halfheartedly, then sighed.

“I thought I lost you,” you mumbled. “I was so worried, Hotch.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at his hands, folded in his lap.

“It isn’t your fault, not at all, love.” You dropped your elbows onto your knees and then your head into your hands. “Sean’s taking care of Jack, by the way. I’ve been calling with him. Jack misses you.”

He glanced up at you, then said, “Is it too late to tell you I love you?”

“Hmm,” you mused, grinning (and trying to ignore the blush crawling up your neck). “No, I think it’s okay if you tell me now.”

“Well,” he said, and you could see him almost shying out of it, “I… I love you.”

“Good,” you said, “because I love you, too.”

He smiled at you, a big goofy grin, and you stood halfway, kissing his cheek, and then pecking his lips.

“Go to sleep, and we’ll talk in the morning.” You made to leave the room, but he stopped you.

“Please stay?” he asked. “Just until I fall asleep?”

You nodded, sitting back in your chair. “But only because I love you.”

He grinned and closed his eyes as you ran a hand through his hair. “That feels nice,” he said.

“You know what else would feel nice? Sleeping.” He laughed, and you pressed your finger against his lips. “Go to sleep, my love.”

“Do you promise to come back?” he said, opening his eyes. You practically melted under his gaze.

“I promise.”

You didn’t have to pray to know you would keep that promise.

~~~oOo~~~

“Remind me again why we do this when we could spend the evening by ourselves,” he whispered, pressing soft and sweet kisses against your neck from behind you, his hands on your hips as you set the table.

“Because neither of us can cook and Rossi offered?” you said, turning around in his arms, kissing him quickly. He smiled lazily down at you, hair in his face. “And also because we promised to let them see you everyone once in a while while you’re on leave? We’ve done this every other week for the past six months, Hotchner.”

“You know, we probably have time before anyone gets here,” he said, right as the doorbell rang. “Damn,” he muttered, and you stepped away from him, giggling.

“Hey Spence, hey Emily!” you said, ushering the pair inside. “Emily, it’s unlike you to be so punctual. I expect this behavior from Spencer, but—”

“Spencer offered to give me a lift,” Emily said, shaking her head. You were going to shut the door, but a car pulled up and you recognized JJ’s car. She and Will stepped out, Henry in her arms. She set the boy down and he ran to you, and you bent down to hug him.

“Jack’s in his room, you know where it is,” you whispered to him, and he ran off.

Soon, your kitchen was full, Garcia and Morgan having a heated debate with Reid about… something, you weren’t exactly sure, JJ and Emily bothering Rossi while he cooked, and Will and Aaron discussing… crime, probably. Or children.

You smiled, throwing an arm over Garcia’s shoulders. “I’m just saying that it would probably be cheaper for us to fly commercial,” Reid said.

“Yeah, that’s not a conversation I want to have,” you giggled, and Garcia poked your side.

“So, I know you said we’re not allowed to ask in the office, but how’s Hotch?” Morgan asked.

You shook your head. “You ask about Hotch all the time; he’s doing fine. Getting stronger.”

“He means,” Garcia sighed, “how are you and Hotch.”

“We’re good,” you said sighing, realizing you would have to tell her sooner or later anyway. “We’re really good.”

The group of you moved to sit at the table, and Aaron sat beside you as everyone settled into chairs, squeezing your shoulder. JJ came in with the kids, who sat next to each other at the far end of the table.

“So, Hotch, when are you coming back?” Emily asked the inevitable question.

He shrugged. “Soon, I hope. I’m becoming domestic.” The table giggled, and you shared a look with Reid.

“We miss you,” he said, and Aaron smiled.

“I miss all of you, too, but we’re here now, so,” he said, and the conversation took three million different turns, then.

After dinner, the group moved to the living room, where you all were set to watch a kids movie (about so-and-so who wanted to do something or other and then met so-and-so who inspired them, according to Rossi). Jack sat on your lap and you leaned into Aaron’s side, and across from you, Will, JJ, and Henry practically mirrored you. Morgan and Prentiss were sitting practically on top of each other, and Garcia and Rossi were being respectable and sitting normally, and Reid was sitting between you and JJ, holding the hands of Jack and Henry.

Family.

The doorbell rang, and Aaron looked at you, raising an eyebrow (who could that be?). You grinned and put Jack in his arms, running to the door.

“Sean!” you said, throwing yourself into his arms. “God, it’s so good to see you.”

He laughed, hugging you back. “Good to see you too, stranger.” You pulled him through the door and into the living room.

“Sean Hotchner, everyone, everyone, Sean Hotchner!” you said loudly, glancing over to see Aaron.

Jack ran to his uncle, getting a hug, and Sean looked at you.

“You didn’t tell him,” Sean said through his teeth in your ear.

“It was a surprise,” you said in a smile.

But then Aaron smiled and embraced his brother (being exclusively domestic for so long had made him go a little soft, having not had to go into work-mode in so long, and you absolutely adored him like this). “Good to see you, Sean,” he said.

“You too, Aaron,” he said. Then Sean turned to you, and said, “I feel like this speech goes for both of you, now, as my brother and my best friend, but if you hurt each other, I’m going to hurt both of you.”

You threw your head back and laughed and Aaron pulled you into his arms, grinning at his brother. “Not a chance.” He kissed your temple, and Sean made a face, going to introduce himself to Garcia and Morgan. “Thank you,” Aaron whispered in your ear.

“Forever and always, love,” you said.

“Good, love.”

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andrew-is-foxy · 4 years

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Soft Andreil ft depressed Andrew

Andrew is having a bad fucken day and needs his boyfriend to hold him together. TW: Depression episode Word count: 1.5k

Andrew was exhausted. Bone deep, aching, hollow exhaustion. Waking up that morning had hurt, getting out of bed had been a chore, and the classes he’d been to were an inconsequential blur he wasn’t sure would even stick in his memory because he hadn’t paid any attention at all. The game hadn’t even broken through the black fog in his mind. It was days like this that Andrew missed the medication. Something to keep the numbness at bay, keep him alive. He hadn’t felt this crippled by his own existence in a long time. He was trying to keep himself together as he stumbled off the court, he just wanted to go to bed, he didn’t even care if he didn’t shower and change first. The Foxes were filing into the foyer to talk to the press about their win, but Neil had been banned from media appearances for two weeks after riling up the Ravens. Riko may be dead, the Ravens back on campus and in therapy, but they were still the Foxes greatest rivals and Neil loved getting under their skin. Andrew walked past the press and the Foxes, following Neil’s orange bandana to the change rooms. Neil looked up when the door shut behind Andrew, and he didn’t look surprised to see him.

“You were amazing,” Neil told him, but Andrew didn’t even have the energy to wave that away or glare at him. He just crossed to his locker and tore off his armour the best that he could and threw it on the floor. He knew he was supposed to set it out to air and his jersey should go in the wash basket, but he didn’t care. He was still in the disgusting orange shorts but he pulled on a white sweater and kicked off his sneakers, socks and shin guards. He wanted to, no, he needed to sit down. He looked over at Neil who was sitting on the bench to take off his shin guards before a shower, but Andrew’s feet carried him to him against his will. He planted himself in front of his boyfriend and Neil looked up, blinking his blue eyes. Andrew was so deep in his fog he couldn’t even appreciate how pretty he was. Neil searched his face and Andrew just waited. Neil sat up straight and lifted his arms up for him. Andrew felt a haunting of relief somewhere in his stomach, but it was insubstantial and floated away nearly immediately. Andrew climbed onto Neil’s nap and swung his legs on the opposite side of the bench to Neil’s. He hunched his shoulders and leaned into Neil, pressing his face against Neil’s neck. He’d rubbed the sweat from his neck and face with a towel, but he was still sticky and exuding heat from the match. “Can I touch you?” Neil whispered and Andrew nodded. He couldn’t bring himself to use words and Neil seemed to know this because he wrapped his arms around Andrew’s back and held him close. “I’ve got you Drew,” he said quietly. Andrew believed him. He stayed perfectly still, letting Neil hold him together, absorbing his body heat and hiding his face against his skin. A racket in the hallway told Andrew that they were about to be inundated by the team after group press interviews, probably leaving Dan to explain why her vice-captain had been relegated to the change room after the game. Andrew couldn’t find it in himself to care, his mind and body was blank. To Neil’s credit, he didn’t even shift his weight when the door was thrown open and the men streamed in celebrating. Andrew just squeezed his eyes shut. The banter quietened down as everyone took in the sight of the goalie and the striker on the benches in an odd stage of undress, unmoving and somewhat vacant. Jack, the upstart freshman Andrew was going to have to let Neil fight one day, said something shitty and homophobic, but the resounding smack meant one of the other guys had slapped him upside the head for it.

“Is everything okay?” Nicky asked from behind Andrew, voice low and gentle.

“It’s fine Nicky, I got him,” Neil answered in an equally quiet voice.

“I didn’t know Andrew could ask for comfort from anyone,” Matt said, but he didn’t sound unkind. Andrew wanted to say he wasn’t seeking comfort, but he couldn’t bring himself to move let alone tell anyone to fuck off.

“He didn’t, it’s not comfort. It’s just a break, a rest,” Neil replied. Andrew had no idea how Neil knew that, but he was grateful to have someone who understood. Neil was a place that Andrew could stop, could rest and recharge, and not have to hide himself. He could stay here, perched on his legs and curled into his chest, and Neil wouldn’t ask him to do anything else until he was ready. He could let the emptiness rampage his body and shroud him in numbness, but Neil’s arms around him would stop it from tearing him apart. Nothing else was said, but Andrew heard the footsteps disperse and showers turning on which meant that they were being left alone. Neil slid his fingers into Andrew’s hair and massaged his scalp in slow circles. Andrew let his head loll a little and even though he knew his hair was damp with sweat, he didn’t ask Neil to stop.

When everyone resurfaced from the showers and went about getting dressed and disposing of their armour and uniforms, conversations started to break out among the team again as if Neil and Andrew were no longer an interesting sight where they sat. Neil sighed softly and pressed his mouth to Andrew’s shoulder to muffle a yawn, and Andrew tried to muster the strength to get off his lap and let Neil move, but Neil realised his intentions and just held him a little tighter. “Stay, it’s okay,” he whispered. Andrew closed his eyes again.

“You two coming out?” Matt asked, closer than Andrew had expected. Andrew’s body was slowly coming back to him and he could feel himself start shivering, gritting his jaw against it.

“No, can you tell Coach to leave us out of the powwow tonight? I’ll ring him tomorrow morning,” Neil answered.

“I’ll do it,” Andrew’s brother said. Aaron crouched next to Andrew and Andrew turned his head to look at him, nodding when Aaron’s hand hovered above his shoulder. His brother put his hand there and squeezed awkwardly. A year ago, Andrew would have shoved him away or said something snide, but today he allowed it, even though affection was foreign to the both of them. “I sorted out your shit that you left on the floor, just shower and go back to the dorms when you’re ready,” he said. Andrew nodded and closed his eyes again.

“I’ll give Kevin, Aaron and Nicky a ride back to the dorms ‘kay? You just… rest,” Matt said. Andrew heard feet shuffle across the floor as the freshmen filed out, and judging by the resounding slam, Jack went last.

“Thanks Matt,” Neil said. There was a pregnant pause, but Aaron broke it by rising to a stand and leading everyone out of the changeroom. Neil and Andrew stayed where they were for a while longer, waiting until they were sure that the meeting was over and everyone had left, and it was Neil who made the first move. He stood, Andrew still in his arms, and Andrew growled involuntarily as Neil held him. Neil’s chest vibrated with a laugh.

“We need showers,” Neil said quietly, “you stink. But I don’t mind carrying you,” he said. Andrew thought about it for a moment before he hooked his feet behind Neil and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, letting Neil gather their towels and walk to a stall. Andrew undressed himself when Neil put him down again, and Neil set the temperature after locking the door. Andrew stood under the stream, his back against the cold tiles as Neil undressed and joined him. Seeing each other naked was hardly a new phenomenon, but letting Neil wash his hair was and Andrew tolerated it for a few minutes before he jerked away to finish showering himself. Neil didn’t take it personally, just cleaned the sweat off his own body in silence.

When they were done, they dressed, gathered their belongings and Andrew let Neil drive them back to Fox Towers. “Do you need food?” Neil asked when he parked the car.

“No,” Andrew told him.

“Okay,” Neil said, getting out of the car. Andrew followed suit and they took the elevator to the fourth floor where the Foxes were housing. Nicky and Aaron were in their dorm eating takeout with Kevin when they arrived, but they didn’t acknowledge Andrew, and he didn’t acknowledge them. Neil followed him to the bedroom and lay down in Andrew’s bed after him. They didn’t touch, Andrew just rolled over to face the wall and closed his eyes, begging for sleep and Neil lay there with him waiting.

Andrew knew that when he’d drift off, Neil would climb from the bed and join the boys in the living room to eat, but that was okay because when Andrew awoke on Saturday, Neil was in his bed on the bunk above with his hand hanging down. And when Andrew climbed up the ladder and curled up beside him, Neil just mumbled a quiet good morning and fell asleep again.

#andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #aftg #andreil fic #soft andreil

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ssahotstuff · 1 year

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Lie To Me

An Aaron Hotchner x reader series

Aaron Hotchner/Ozark crossover

Part 12

Part 11 can be found here

Warnings: arguing, cursing, alcohol use, that's it

Word count: 2.3k

The following morning, your day started as usual. You were at The Blue Cat, getting ready to open everything up, waiting on Kay to arrive. Things had been eerily quiet since Darlene and Wyatt had been killed. Marty and Wendy were in Chicago finalizing a deal that would put The Byrde Family Foundation on the map forever. You were thinking about what you were doing for Charlotte for her birthday. You'd taken the day off, scheduling Kay to work a double that day so you could take her out and show her a good time. It was coming up quick, and even though Marty and Wendy seemed to have forgotten, you didn't.

You left at 5, and Aaron was already home. You doubted that he was at his place; you only went there for privacy now. He'd all but moved in with you, staying with you every night. You'd wanted to suggest moving in together but it seemed like a big step and you didn't know how he felt about taking such a giant leap, even though you were together nonstop now.

"Hi guys," they were all working on dinner, even Jonah. He was setting the table while Charlotte and Aaron cooked, chuckling at something from their spot at the stove.

"Hi gorgeous," you'd never get tired of how it felt when he stopped everything he was doing to come kiss you, even if it meant bounding across the room in long strides. You changed clothes and met them in the kitchen, everyone sitting down to have dinner together.

When the kids went to their rooms, Aaron pulled you to the door, and you walked across the street to his house, taking a seat on the couch with him.

"Feels weird being here, huh?" He nodded, arm outstretched on the back of the couch as you climbed into his lap, your hands on the back of his neck.

"Your house feels like home. I don't miss this place at all."

You thought now was a good time to bring up living together, so you took a deep breath and told him about the idea you had, and what it could mean for your future.

"I was looking at the listings today and there's a really cute four bedroom house for sale near The Blue Cat. It's lakefront property, but there was a decent price on it."

He raised a brow, looking down at you to see if you were serious.

"You want to buy a house?" You shook your head, because you didn't even necessarily want to leave the house you were in, you just wanted him around all the time.

"It's not about the house. I just--why don't we move in together?" He thought for a moment, blinking back at you like he wasn't sure what to say.

"Maybe we can talk about it when all of this is over," he said, and you felt the excitement that had been building burst and fade away quickly, replaced by disappointment.

"Okay," it wasn't exactly a no, but it was enough to send your hopes into a downward spiral.

"Living together is a big step. I want to do it without worrying about the repercussions."

You weren't sure what the difference was in living together versus what you were doing now. You sensed his reservations were coming from somewhere else, and not the investigation.

"So what would you call what we're doing now?"

He chuckled, kissing your cheek before he answered.

"It's still different, baby. We'll talk about it again when things calm down."

You weren't really surprised when he stayed at his place that night. Even though it was civil, your conversation had put a lot of tension in the air, and he needed time to breathe. You tried to hide how upset you were when he said he wouldn't be coming back over, chewing your lip as you climbed out of his lap.

"Why are you being weird now? You've stayed with me every night for months now," you hated being defensive but you felt like you were left with no choice.

"Who's being weird? You're the one wanting to move in together after a couple of months," he shot back, making you regret having said anything in the first place.

"And obviously that was a mistake. I shouldn't have even said anything." You didn't bother stopping until you made it to your house, shutting the door softly so you didn't wake the kids.

✨✨✨

You still hadn't heard from Aaron and it was nearly time for The Blue Cat to close. You were in the office when you heard the bell, rushing out thinking maybe it was him, but it was Ruth instead. She had been crying, her eyes red and her nose wet.

"Javi. You met him?" She asked, sitting at the bar. You handed her a beer and opened one for yourself, sitting at the bar with her like old times.

"Not a fan," you said simply, and she nodded; she felt the same way.

"Do you ever think there's got to be more to life than trying to survive?"

You didn't quite follow her sudden change in conversation, but you were quick to reply anyway.

"What's the point in life if you're not living?"

She didn't have anything to say back. She killed her beer and asked for another, so you sat drinking with her until she looked like she felt a little better.

"We can go back to my place and have a fire," you suggested, but she shook her head, politely declining.

"I've got to get on the road. You're one of the good ones. I just wanted you to know."

She left without another word, but you had a sinking feeling that Ruth was slowly breaking down.

You were disappointed to see his lights on at his house, but you'd expected it. You thought maybe you'd been spending too much time together and he was just needing some space, so you left him alone. You didn't want to get into another argument over nothing, so you went to your house, finding Charlotte and Jonah on the couch.

"Where's Hotch?" Was Jonah's first question, so you pointed in the direction of the front door.

"He's across the street. I think he needs some space, I'm leaving him alone for now."

Charlotte seemed confused, but she wouldn't say why; she just found it odd that he wasn't around considering he was always attached at your hip. It felt strange, being so distant from him. You hated it. You were constantly on edge without him around, afraid of everything. To beat it all, he hadn't told you that he loved you in two days, and as silly as it sounded, you missed hearing it.

"Guys are so weird," she said instead of whatever was on her mind, and you were quick to agree. You ate quickly, the kids heading to bed long before you. You sat in your living room and watched across the street, his lights still on. It was like he was taunting you--trying to get you to come over just so you could have another fight, because if you caved, that's what would happen. You'd just have to wait until he was done being upset.

✨✨✨

You were a little shocked that Aaron was able to go three days without talking to you. By the second morning, you were texting him asking about his day, which you never got a response to. You were angry with him for being able to avoid you so easily; it was killing you not being able to talk to him, and he seemed fine.

You were off work for the day and Charlotte had your car, so you were confined to the house, which meant watching him come and go knowing he was okay; he was just ignoring you. After his second trip out and back in again, you were storming across the street, and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you.

"Are we breaking up?" You couldn't hide the emotion behind your words because it was the harsh reality you'd been faced with for days now. You felt like you were losing him.

"I'm exhausted. Can we please do this later? We're not breaking up, I just--I need some space. We're constantly crowding each other and it's not good for us. We spend every spare moment with each other, and that's not healthy." You could tell he wasn't even convinced of the bullshit he was trying to sell you--he was hiding something, and not knowing what was driving you crazy.

"You're so confusing. One second you never want to be away from me and now you're telling me you need space. You'll get all the space you want when I move, and seeing me becomes a lot harder than it already is."

Your life was busy but you always made time for him. You really didn't see him as often as he claimed; for a couple hours at night before bed and that was it unless you ended up with the day off together.

"You're going to move?" Now it was an entirely different topic, and you could hear the hurt in his voice--you'd been heavily debating the house that was closer to work. It was gorgeous and you'd have a terrific view of the lake.

"I'm thinking about it." You'd done more than think--you made an appointment with the realtor to see it on your next day off.

"Well that's just great." His tone was sarcastic now as he stared at his feet, leaving you grasping for what you were supposed to do that would make everyone happy.

"I'm sorry I bothered you. I'm just going to go," you turned around to leave, but you heard the scurry of footsteps behind you and felt his hands grip your waist, keeping you in place.

"Don't go. God, I don't mean to be such a jackass. You haven't done anything wrong--will you come inside so I can explain? I shouldn't, but I'm going to, because I'm tired of acting like not being around you isn't the hardest thing I've ever done." He was holding you in the middle of his yard, not caring who saw. He was shameless with his love for you; everyone saw it.

"As long as you're sure I'm not bothering you," you replied, your arms at your sides. You were still fairly hurt at the fact that it had been three days since you'd spoken to him.

"Stop. You're never bothering me." He led you inside, making the two of you a cup of coffee before he said anything. You could tell he looked spent--it was written all over his face.

"Marty's newest deal includes you, Jonah and Charlotte being charted to an undisclosed location until we can bring down the cartel. Javi--Javi is dead," you knew Marty had no deal without someone to lead the cartel, and you also knew that he'd do anything to make sure his kids stayed uninvolved, even if it meant sending you away with them.

"I won't go," you said a little too quickly, but he shook his head.

"You will. If I think you're in danger, you have no choice. I thought if I put distance between us it would make it easier to see you leave--no amount of distance can make this easy," he sat down at the bar with you, hoping you'd take his hand when he offered it. You did, gripping him back with all of your strength. Being away from him had been hell--you shuddered to think about what would happen if you were separated by oceans and not just a tiny street.

"You can't just make me go," you argued, but you knew he had the power to do whatever he wanted. His only priority was your untampered safety, in whatever form he could assure it.

"I'm telling you, you won't have a choice. The FBI will force you onto a plane and you won't be allowed to come back if we don't sort this out soon."

You prayed it didn't come to that; you had faith that Aaron would come up with a solution to everyone's problems.

"I hate this. I feel like everything is out of my control. You'd rather ignore me than tell me the truth. I don't know what else I'm supposed to do."

He turned towards you, sighing deeply before he brushed your hair back, studying your face.

"I didn't want to ignore you. I told you, I thought it would make you leaving easier. All it did was cause a fight."

You shook your head, because that wasn't even what started the fight in the first place.

"The fight was over moving in together. You could've just told me that it was possible that we'd be leaving," if that was his only reason for not wanting to live together, it was a dumb one. This wouldn't last forever, no matter what he thought, and there'd be a time when owning a home was something you could look forward to.

"It wasn't just about that. We need to see what's going to happen with the kids before we move in together. It'll change the entire dynamic of living together if we're raising kids too," he mentioned, further proving that he was iffy on living together for more than one reason.

"It's not your job to do anything you don't want to do. If you don't want to live with me, that's fine, but I'm going to look at that house anyway. I need more space and I'm not going to wait around for you to be ready to live with me." You'd never put your foot down before, but he'd put you through three days of hell for no reason, and it was time to make sure he knew you were serious.

"Now wait a minute--"

You put your hand up to stop him before he could even start. If you'd be living separately, then what he had to say on where you lived was obsolete anyway.

"Moving is my decision. If we're not living together, you don't get a say so." You knew it was escalating into another argument but you didn't care, you wanted him to know that no amount of distance would make you change your mind. You were moving without him, and he could be the one to figure out how you'd see each other so much without being neighbors.

"The reason our relationship works so well is because you live right across from me. Moving would destroy the routine we're on," he tried and failed to make a good argument, but you weren't having it.

"Maybe when we only see each other once a week, you'll realize you've taken living next to me for granted." He was with you literally all of the time--you coexisted perfectly the way things were now. Moving in together wouldn't change anything, in fact, it would make your lives easier. He could eliminate several bills, and his house had gone untouched for months. He'd never miss it.

"My mind is made up. It's the wrong decision, not right now." It was your turn to leave him stranded, because you'd never been so angry with him than you were now. All of his excuses were shit--if he didn't see a future with you, he should've spared you the last couple months of false hope. You thought it could be the perfect step for you two, but obviously you were wrong.

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never have I ever -- sobbe one-shot

inspired by the lovely prompt from @braimemystical! sorry it took so long, bb!

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Everyone was already a few drinks when Jana abruptly stood up from the couch, stumbling slightly with a laugh as Jens steadied her.

That weekend, they’d all been uninterested in attending any of the parties their classmates were throwing, instead migrating together to Sander’s apartment to talk and drink and probably, fall asleep on top of each other on the small couches before the night was over.

After Jana got up, she began pushing chairs and tables out of the way, turning the music down, and ushering everyone into a circle on the floor.

Sander had only recently moved out of his parent’s house, now living by himself in a one-room studio closer to his school and his weekend job at a local art gallery. Technically, Robbe still lived with his parents, but he was such a frequent visitor at Sander’s place, that he had his own drawers in the boy’s bedroom dresser, a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, and a side of the bed he preferred. While the apartment was still sparse, Sander had added his own artsy touches, including modern-style furniture and framed artwork of Robbe, which Jens and Moyo promptly teased him for when they first entered, jabbing him in the arm and raising their eyebrows.

Now, Jana was breathlessly manhandling the furniture, then grabbing a few nearly-full bottles of vodka as she plopped on the ground, announcing that they were officially starting a rousing game of “Never Have I Ever.”

There were a few groans as everyone shuffled from their comfortable positions. Robbe, who had been sitting on Sander’s lap nursing his second beer, whined as Sander slid him off his lap, setting his drink down and rubbing his hands together in excitement.

“Ooooh,” he crooned. “A game! Let’s do this.” He joined Jana on the floor, pulling Robbe with him, then starting to pour drinks into shot glasses she was lining up. Amber and Aaron joined them, hands still intertwined. Jens clapped Moyo on the back and they finally heaved themselves off the couch and into the makeshift circle on the floor.

“Okay, I’ll start,” Sander said, cracking his knuckles dramatically and stretching his neck as if bracing himself for war. He held up a shot glass, filled to the brim, liquid teetering out as he spoke.

“Never have I ever…” he bit his lip, thinking as he stared into the distance. Then he got a wicked grin on his face, glancing over at Robbe. “Never have I ever cried during Call Me By Your Name.”

“Sander!” Robbe shouted, shoving his arm, sending the liquid spilling out of his glass. “You were never supposed to mention that! It was one time! I had something in my eye!”

Everyone was laughing and Robbe blushed, his lips forming a pout that Sander reached over to kiss.

“It was so adorable, baby! I couldn’t resist! My sensitive boyfriend.” He purred.

Robbe palmed a hand over his face, as if trying to wipe the blush from his cheeks.

“Drink up, IJzermans!” Jens yelled over the noise.

Everyone watched in shock as Moyo, too, held up a glass, clinking it to Robbe’s as they both downed their shot.

“You, too, man?” Jens said, breaking out into a new bout of laughter that had him doubled over.

“It’s an emotional movie!” Moyo said, shaking away their teasing. “That shit caused some serious waterworks, man. I won’t even lie.”

Sander laughed between the kisses he was still planting on Robbe’s pouting lips, willing him to smile, which he finally did as Jens announced it was his turn.

“Never have I ever,” he began, thinking. “...sung karaoke!”

“Are you kidding?” Jana shouted, incredulous. “That’s like a rite of passage! We’re doing that for our next hangout, for sure.” She held up her glass before downing it, joined by Aaron, Zoe, Moyo, and Sander.

“How did you not know that?” Jens asked, smiling playfully at Jana. “Didn’t we date?”

“Oh, shut up,” Jana said, shoving him lightly. “Just because we hooked up doesn’t mean we know everything about each other.”

“Ooooh, drama!” Aaron cooed, clapping his hands excitedly. “I knew this game was a good idea.”

“On that note,” Jana interjected, still smiling, “I think it’s my turn!” She rubbed her hands together, bracing herself. She was looking off into the distance, thinking, then suddenly looked over at Robbe. “Never have I ever….have a crush on my best friend...of the same sex.”

Robbe’s eyes widened, a bright blush creeping us his cheeks. Everyone was oooooh-ing now, looking from Robbe to Jens, then excitedly to Sander.

“C’mon,” Jana urged, lifting her eyebrows. “Drink up, Robbe!”

“Okay, that was like years ago, Jana,” Robbe whined, gazing sheepishly at Sander, looking for signs of anger or hurt. “I was still figuring everything out and didn’t even know I had feelings for Jens!”

Sander was smiling, looking down with his tongue in his cheek.

“I can’t believe you had the hots for Jens,” Moyo said, shaking his head and laughing.

“Hey!” Jens yelled out, a look of mock-offense on his face. “What do you mean? Of course Robbe had a crush on me! I mean, look at me!”

Jana scoffed and rolled her eyes, while Aaron was shaking his head and rubbing his hands over his face. “We could’ve had a Broerrrs romance,” he said. “Wild.”

“Not even,” Robbe said defiantly. “Nothing was ever going to happen there. Obviously. The only boy I’ve ever been in love with — the only one I’ll ever be in love with — is Sander.” He looked desperately at Sander, searching for any sign that he was offended by the turn this conversation had taken. Sander eye’s were bright, sparkling at him.

“Awww,” Jana and Zoe squealed to each other. “That’s precious.”

“Watch out, Sander,” Jens teased, “I might come back to steal yo’ mans. You know he had the hots for me.”

“Sander,” Robbe pleaded, ignoring Jens. “You know that there was nothing between Jens and I, right?” He reached for Sander’s hand, who squeezed it back reassuringly.

“You’re about to get real drunk, baby,” Sander said then, smirking. “‘Cause it’s my turn.”

Robbe swallowed, blushing a deeper shade of pink, downing the punishment his last revealing “have I ever.”

“Never have I ever…” Sander began, still not taking his eyes off Robbe. “...begged for cyber sex five nights in row.”

“Daaaaaaaamn,” Moyo said, looking away and play-fanning himself with his hand. “It just got hot in here.”

“Sander!” Robbe hush-squealed at him, the second time that evening. “We are not going to talk about our sex life in front of everyone!”

“Drink up, IJzermans,” Sander said, wiggling his eyebrows. Robbe poured into his shot glass from the big bottle in the middle of the floor, then drank it quickly, still flushed. Sander licked his lips, watching him intently.

“Um, do we need to leave the room?” Amber said, embarrassed.

“Well,” Moyo smirked. “Apparently Robbe likes the virtual stuff, so…”

Robbe blushed again, looking down. “No, we’re going to behave ourselves now,” he said, quietly. “Right, Sander?”

“Speak for yourself,” Sander said grinning, while Robbe groaned.

“Oh-kay,” Zoe said, clapping her hands. Robbe mouthed a thank you at her from across the circle, grateful for the distraction. “My turn!” She rolled her glass between her hands, thinking. “Never have I ever...made a vlog.” She smirked at the broerrrs, lifting her glass, urging them to drink.

“Oh c’mon,” Aaron said, wincing as he swallowed down his shot. “You wish you could be as cool as us.”

Zoe scoffed. “You know, I really don’t.”

Robbe was already starting to feel warm and light, a combination of the alcohol — which he was disproportionately drinking in comparison to everyone else — and the baring of the dirty details of his relationship. He was not going to survive this game. Thinking this, he turned to look at Sander, who was gazing at him, licking his lips.

Oh boy, Robbe thought. Now he was even more woozy. Everyone else’s conversation and laughter around him was blurring and bubbling and Sander’s gaze was hot on him. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, aching for the relief of fresh air.

“....that rapping video?” He heard Jana say. “That was...wow. That was something else.” She busted up into a fit of laughter, Zoe and Amber joining in.

“What?!” Jens shouted. “That was one of our best!” More laughter erupted from the girls.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Moyo said, quieting everyone. “I’ll remember this conversation when we’re famous.”

Jana scoffed and Amber shook her head.

“Who’s next?” Moyo asked, looking around, settling with a smirk on Sander. “Jack Frost? Got anything else you want to share about our boy?”

“Nooooo,” Robbe objected, slurring slightly. “No more from you, you hear me?” He shook his empty shot glass at Sander.

“Oh, like what?” Sander said, shrugging innocently. “I mean, you’d be surprised what Robbe has done….but then we’d be here all night and Robbe would be even more drunk than he already is.

More oooohs filled the room, and Robbe couldn’t take it. Loopy and overheated, he launched at Sander, tackling him to the ground and pressing a finger to his lips. “Quiet, you!”

Sander eyes widened, and he leaned up to kiss Robbe, his finger caught between their kiss.

Ooohs turned to ewwwws quickly as Sander started pulling Robbe closer, ignoring their friends around them as he connected their lips and refused to let go.

“Aaaaaand that,” Jens said, shifting to stand, “is our cue to exit.”

Everyone scrambled to escape the PDA, Jana doubling back with a hand shielding her eyes to grab the bottle of alcohol and run back to catch up with the exiting crew.

“Do you think I was going to let you just sit there looking so hot and suffer through talk about your crush on Jens?” Sander leaned up to whisper in Robbe’s ear, nipping it softly. “I needed to get everyone out of here. Fast.”

Robbe just pulled back, looking at him with heavy breath. Before he leaned down to give Sander a passionate kiss, he heard Jens yell from the doorway.

“Use protection, you two!”

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