#fuckkk it all my dudes

[omgeto]

Incoming... long lost love ex!geto who comes to see you for one last time—on the night that he's going to die.

#this is going to be angsty as hell but LIKE THEYLL BE FLUFF IN IT TOO #BUT ANGST #SINCE IT'LL BE SCORNED!READER #since geto just up and leaves you 10 years ago #the hate fucking will be insane #BUT SINCE THE LOVE IS STILLL THERE AND NEVER LEFT THIGNS GET ALL SOFT AND MUSHY #AND THE CONVOS THAT YOU'LL HAVE THE REMINISCING THE DISCUSSION ON WHY U BROKE UP #ALL THAT GOOD JUICY STUFF #DO U GUYS WANNA SEE THIS SHIT? #IDK WHY IM REALLY ASKING SINCE IM GONNA WRITE IT ANYWAYS #ITS GONNA BE MY BEST WORK YET #LIKE AN ACTUAL FINE CRAFTED PIECE OF WORK #THAT I PROOFREAD AND STUFF #AND LIKE PUT ALL MY EFFORT INTO #its the classic 'when he's mean to everyone but you' trope #or the classic 'you know I'll always love you even when you hate me trope' #and readers all like FUCKKK YOU DUDE #since yk I always have to make my reader a bit of a meanie #but then its the 'when you wanna hate him but you just cant' #so... yes #here's a big #★ — emptalkshit!

[williamvapespeare]

a tumblr tag rant like it's 2012 again idk

#uuugh i've literally had it with men in power making me feel uncomfortable??? #in a new position i thought was going to be so amazing for my writing and help me gain skills and shit #but the “mentorship” is like....so fucking uncomfortable and i dont think it's intentional #im just like fuckkk i want to get better and be good and successful and not have to pretend it's chill when people make weird comments #also like fuck the gender of it all im so done with it #me: uses my writing to explore gender and queerness and all that #other people: is this a story about a deeply uncomfortable father/daughter relationship. LIKE NO IT'S NOT DUDE NO #hoho

[47-protons]

Wailing dude I can't have shit (< is going to miss ordem fuckinG AGAIN)

#WAILING and scrabbling at the walls #BACK IN MY DAY ALL OF THE MARCHING COMPETITIONS WERE ON SATURDAYS IN OCTOBER FUCK OFF #i will be going bc i have a cool video i want to make for my sister by the end of the season #and to do that i need to be there to film their performance but. fuckkk dude wailing sobbing crying #i have been looking forward to this all week man. shit

[ink-livi]

Just saw the Dungeons and Dragons movie and it will be all I think about for the next billion years o7

#liv talks #it was. SO fucking good #i was stimming the entire fucking time LMFAO #AND THEY DID A SURPRISINGLY NICE JOB KEEPING IT CLOSE TO THE SOURCE MATERIAL!!! #minus a few things of course but call that movie magic <3 #dude. dude #i wanna play dnd agains so FUCKING badly #i miss it so much this movie is now everything to me #holy shit. holy fuck #it genuinely felt like a dnd session/campaign just played out visually. the CHARM bro #I JUST. JUST. YEAH. #IM SO SORRY TO EVERYONE I TALK TO THIS IS ALL THATS GONNA BE ON MY MIND FOR A WHILE. #maybe i should make a dnd au. maybe thats a thing i can work on #FUCKKK

[hotchs-big-hands]

dbf & corruption link Hotch with plus-sized reader who didn’t think he would ever be interested in HER and is so naive about it omfg the gif u reposted fuckkk I can’t stop thinking about it

YEAHHHH YOU GET IT

Okay I didn't realise I was gonna turn this into a whole fic JWFJEKFKDKFKRK (I'm writing this midway through the fic rn whoops 🫣)

Reader is early 20s and lives at home with her dad. I cba writing too much abt it in the plot sorry lol

Dbf!Aaron Hotchner x plus-size fem!reader|Minors dni NSFW|5.9K words

Warning(s): SMUT, Corruption kink, fingerfucking, sir/daddy kink 👀, almost getting caught

(d/n) = dad's name

It wasn't often you met your dad's friends, they only really managed a few meet ups a year with how busy people's lives were these days. And so when your dad approached you to inform you he was attending a meal out with said friends you were happy for him. But you didn't expect him to offer you to join him.

"My buddies have been wondering how you're getting on," he had said, standing in the doorway of your bedroom. "You should come along, sunny. The guys are bringing along their partners but eh, you know me. As big of a bachelor as one can be."

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle, but within your stomach you felt it coiling with anxiety. And you knew he could tell from the change of expression on his face.

"Hey... you don't actually have to come along if you're not comfortable. I know you don't really, uh, enjoy these sorts of things."

"No, no! I'll come along. Um, I just don't really remember any of your friends by name." You said quickly. He chuckled and shook his head, and you knew if he was closer he would have ruffled your hair affectionately.

"Fair enough, sunny. That's a relief actually, given that I already booked for you to come along as well."

With a gasp, you thumped your dad lightly.

"Dude!" You cried, making him laugh and step back a little.

"Well, we're aiming to meet up around seven tonight so be sure to be ready by half six." He grinned at you and you felt yourself returning the expression. It was nice seeing your dad looking a lot happier these days.

By the time you were dressed up ready for the meal that night you were inwardly panicking. Had you overdressed? Underdressed? Why did it even matter what his friends thought? Oh god, having to eat in front of his friends?! Needless to say, you were an absolute mess. Your dad grabbed one of your hands to squeeze it comfortingly as the two of you sat in the back of a taxi on the way to the restaurant and your lips curled up slightly in appreciation. It would be okay. There was no need to panic.

The ride was all too short to calm your nerves and at this point you felt jittery. It was too late to back out now though, and you quickly climbed out of the taxi when your dad walked around to open your door for you, mumbling a quick thanks and smoothing out the skirt of your pretty dress. You hadn't gone with anything flashy, opting to wear a mid-thigh length white dress that was covered in tiny blue flowers with a dropped neckline, some pretty knee-high socks and white sneakers. It made you feel good, your large curves complimented your outfit and you felt less inclined to shy away right now. With a quick adjustment of the strap of your bag, you followed your dad into the restaurant.

Oh... it was certainly more posh than you anticipated. Had your dad's friends always been this fancy?! Those coils of anxiety only tightened more as your dad spoke to the waiter about the booking. And then you were both escorted to a large table where six other people were already seated.

"Well look who it is! (D/n), you're looking well!" One of the men exclaimed cheerfully. You vaguely recognised the faces around the table, but not enough to know them by name. The man's eyes flicked to you and his eyes widened. "Goodness! Is that your little one?! You're all grown up!"

Your cheeks felt hot as you quickly sat down beside your dad, smiling shyly at the outspoken friend.

"Yeah, it's me. I don't think you guys have seen me since I was... eleven?" You conversed quietly. One of the wives of a different friend leaned forward, eyes sparkling.

"You look gorgeous, sweetie!"

Beside you, your dad could feel you trembling slightly and chuckled, waving his friends off.

"Alright, alright let the girl be."

As the attention drifted from you and the conversations changed to the mundane of friends catching up after a long time, your eyes drifted around the table. Your brows slightly pulled together. There was an empty seat next to you on your left. You gently nudged your dad, who turned to you.

"What's up, sunny?" He asked quietly. You offered a quick smile of reassurance.

"Um, is there meant to be someone else here?"

His eyes flicked to the empty chair, then back to you.

"Ohhh right yes! You remember Mr Hotchner, right? He's running a little late but he should be here soon."

No, you didn't quite remember Mr Hotchner. It had been years since you'd heard anything surrounding that name. All you knew was he had a very involved job that took him all over the country. As you sat deep in thought your dad's voice cut through as he made a humming noise, mouth full of beer. You glanced at him, noting he was looking over your shoulder at someone. But before you could turn you heard the chair next to you slide on the polished floor and shuffle as someone sat down in it. A wave of an alluring cologne flooded your senses and you slowly turned back to facing the table, heart racing. Then you heard him.

"I'm sorry I'm late, we just got back from a case. Barely had time to freshen up at home before coming here." Mr Hotchner spoke smoothly, voice deep and sensually gentle. You dared to glance next to you and you clenched your pillowy thighs together. Fucking christ, he was sexy! With the corner of his mouth turned upwards, the man oozed assurance and control as he greeted his friends around the table. Your eyes couldn't stop wandering over his features, the scattered beauty marks on his mature skin, the eyebags under his dark eyes, the prominent slope of his nose that you quickly had to move on from to not let your mind wander too much... His hair was short with a few stray wisps flopping onto his forehead and you could have sworn you could spot a few streaks of grey in it too.

And then he turned to look at you and your father. He raised a brow, feigning surprise.

"Oh hello, Mr (L/n). It's been a very long time since I saw you last. And this must be..." his eyes drifted to you, his lips twitching.

"(Y/n), sir." You managed to say, feeling hot and flustered. You dad chortled.

"My lovely sunny is here to humor her old man! Don't spook her."

"Spook me?" You squeaked. Mr Hotchner chuckled and shook his head.

"He's referring to me profiling people as part of my job. It tends to freak people out." He explained to you in that delicious voice of his. "And please, call me Aaron. Calling me sir makes me feel old."

Aaron didn't look even the slightest bit annoyed, his smirk only growing as his eyes travelled up and down your figure. You shivered.

"I- I see... Could you tell me more about this, um, profiling stuff? I don't really know what you do for a living." You admitted. Aaron had ordered a bourbon, taking hold of the glass and sipping some of the deep orange coloured liquid and setting the glass down again.

"Oh? Well, seeing as you're curious..."

You barely remembered the meal you had ordered, more engrossed in the conversation you were having with this man. He was so fascinating, passionate and when the topic of his son came up his smile softened and he pulled his wallet out to show you a photo of the cute boy. That... hm. You didn't want to think about the fact that he had already been through something as involved as having a child with someone. There was no place for you to be thinking about this man any more than a daughter of his best friend should.

But here you were, spending the night chatting to the man effortlessly whilst your heart fluttered. It was only when your dad tapped you on the shoulder that you realised the evening was coming to an end.

"Hey sunny, I know you're having a great chat with Aaron there but it's time to get going." He said with a chuckle. Your eyes widened slightly and you scowled, shoving him with your shoulder.

"Say less dad, I beg." You shot back quickly, cheeks flushing as you followed along with him pushing away from the table and standing up. Your hands smoothed out your dress, making sure all was in place again and you shuffled closer to standing next to your dad. It was when Aaron rose up slowly from his own seat with an air of grace that you realised you had to crane your neck a bit to look him in the face. The corner of his mouth twitched at the slight widening of your eyes when he straightened up and you dipped your head quickly.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to try see you again. Although, I'm not certain on when that would be." He spoke, eyes focused on you. Your dad reached forward to shake his hand, seemingly oblivious to what was happening.

"Whenever you're back in town Aaron, you're free to come visit, my pleasure." He shook firmly, but Aaron was barely focussed. With an unwavering eye contact, his smirk widened. You could feel your legs trembling slightly under his fiery gaze.

"Oh, the pleasure is mine."

When their hands dropped, Aaron turned to you and offered to shake your hand as well, his hand smothering yours when you hesitantly reached out to take it. He gazed down at you, his thick lashes framing his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Until next time, (Y/n)." He said quietly and then turned around and walked away. Your dad raised a brow at you as you watched the older man retreat but merely chuckled once under his breath.

"Come on you, taxi's on its way." Your dad pulled you from your daze and you blinked, cheeks feeling warm for being caught staring. With a huff, you slapped your dad's shoulder when you noticed the growing grin on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up."

Over the next couple months, you saw Aaron briefly as he passed by in between cases. Each time, no matter for how short of a time, he would stop to chat and get to know you a little more. And every time you felt your crush grow stronger and stronger. But suddenly, he stopped showing up. You never heard from him, not a peep. Humiliatingly, when you idly asked your father if he had heard from the man he showed you the communications he had had from the last time Aaron had been in town to now. To say the least it left you feeling crushed and stupid.

Another month flew by after that before you saw Mr Hotchner again. For the first couple weeks you were secretly hopeful he would show up again, checking up every time you returned from work. But he never showed. And it... well, it didn't feel good to miss someone you had only met properly once and had a couple smaller conversations after that with. Maybe he knew you had a stupid crush on him and was put off from showing up. He had no reason to want someone like you, after all. By the sixth week since you'd seen the man last you'd forced yourself to move on from being hopeful.

And then when you returned home from work one evening you noticed an unfamiliar car parked at the end of the driveway. Tired, you paid it no mind and trudged up to the front door and let yourself in with your key. You shuffled into the house and locked the door behind you, then made a move to enter the living room.

"Hey, dad? I'm home." You called out. There was a scuffle of feet and the very same man appeared with a grin.

"Ah, there you are! We have a guest over, as you probably could tell." He said cheerily and you chuckled.

"Mhm, well I'll just go and change upstairs. Be back in a sec."

With a ruffle of your hair from your dad, you rushed upstairs and decided to take a shower to wash the exhaustion of the day away. After you'd dumped your bag on your bed, you grabbed your towel and a fresh set of lounging clothes to lay out on your bed and made your way to the bathroom which was down the hall. Avoiding looking in the large vanity mirror, you stripped and stepped under the warm water of the shower once you'd switched it on.

"Mmh.." you groaned as the water sprayed down your achy muscles. For a moment, you simply stood there with your eyes closed as you basked in the soothing sensation. A moment later you lathered your plush body with your favourite soaps, taking care to glide your hands over your every curve. Idly, you thought of him, of those hands of his. You switched the water to cold.

Feeling clean and relaxed, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped your towel around yourself. Now all there was to do was return to your bedroom. As you crossed the hall, you heard the tap of footsteps making their way up the staircase. As sneakily as you could, you peeked to see who was ascending and a little squeak escaped you against your will. Still just as devastatingly handsome as the last time you saw him, Mr Hotchner was gaining closer and closer to your location and with a quick jump of action you scurried the rest of the way to your room and all but slammed your door shut.

Your chest heaved, adrenaline pumped through you and shakily you towelled yourself off and redressed in the fresh clothing. Maybe it was better if you changed, you thought as you looked down at the slightly more fitted tank top and shorts you were sporting now.

"No, don't be ridiculous." You mumbled to yourself and after hanging your towel up to dry you forced your legs to move towards your bedroom door and back out to the hallway. It was when you made it to the top of the stairs he called out to you.

"Oh, (Y/n). I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were exiting the bathroom earlier." Aaron said smoothly, startling you to spin on your axel towards him. Shit, had he seen you?!

"Um, it's fine. No harm done." You mumbled in response, shifting your weight from one hip to the other under his dark gaze. His brow twitched.

"Right."

Much to your dismay, he was by your side quicker than you realised and the two of you descended down to find your dad. With every step, the back of Aaron's hand would brush against the side of your arm accidentally, causing goosebumps to spring up across your skin. What were you to say to this man now?

"It's...it's been a while since you were last in town." You said finally, internally wincing and wishing you'd stayed quiet. The man beside you hummed.

"Had an onslaught of back-to-back cases. This is the first time my team and I have been able to catch a break. And... well, we won't get into it just yet." Aaron responded, his exhaustion barely suppressed behind his words. You wanted answers, to know why he showed up now or all times. Of what he wouldn't get into. Instead, you made a barely audible noise in response.

Glancing at the man you realised he was full on frowning now and you cleared your throat, chest aching.

"Oh! I see you found her then, huh?" The sound of your dad's voice startled you and you quickly stepped away from the older man beside you. Rounding the corner, your dad appeared wearing a jacket and shoes over his clothes, confusing you.

"Dad? Where are you going?" You asked.

"Just going to the store to grab some food."

Aaron frowned and stepped forward, stuffing his hand into his pocket to grab his wallet.

"Here, let me head to the store or at least pay for the inconvenience." He said but your dad huffed and straightened out his jacket.

"No, you're our guest, Aaron. Now grab yourself a drink and relax, buddy."

Shaking his head but smiling, Aaron reluctantly stuffed his wallet away and raised his hands in defeat.

"Next time is on me, (D/n)."

"Deal." Your dad grinned, then he shifted his focus to you. "You be a good host now, got it?"

You grimaced.

"I mean I don't mind going, he's here to see you anyway so.."

"Nonsense, I'm here to visit both of you." The man beside you said, of which your dad chuckled.

"Well there you go, he said it himself. Now I'm going out so we're not waiting too late having dinner."

You scoffed at his words but inwardly your heart was pounding. He was seriously leaving you home alone with Mr Hotchner?! Your eyes flitted to the man, who was seemingly paying attention to your father as he moved towards the front door. It was only when you heard the slam of the door that it truly sunk in; you were home alone with the man you'd grown an embarrassingly big crush on while simultaneously feeling an unjustified anger towards.

On shaky legs, you shuffled towards the kitchen to grab a drink and calm your nerves. Just as you grabbed a glass from the cupboard he spoke.

"Are you alright?" Aaron's voice startled you once again and automatically your hand let go of the glass cup, a crash following as it smashed into glistening, sharp shards. You'd barely gasped when Aaron appeared crouched before you, picking larger shards up immediately.

"I'm sorry." He uttered, snapping you out of your startled trance. You crouched down as well as you shook your head vigorously.

"No, it's okay. It's my fault-"

You looked up and froze, realising your faces were far closer than you'd anticipated. He was frowning, then he straightened up rapidly to dump the shards of glass in his hands in the trashcan.

"Please, leave the clean up to me. I was the one who startled you. Besides, you haven't got shoes on right now. So, can you hop up on the counter top?" He asked you, his tone more firm than you'd heard before. It made your lower lip jut out. You made a noise of acknowledgement, straightened up and braced your palms on the counter top behind you to help yourself onto it. Aaron had turned back to you by this point, a wash of satisfaction traced over his more alert expression at the sight of you safely away from the shards on the ground.

"Vacuum?" He simply said. You winced.

"O-oh.. um, it's in the storage under the staircase."

With a nod, Aaron swiftly left the room, his footsteps echoing through the house. God, could you feel anymore embarrassed than you did already in that moment? He had to clean up after you because you were incapable of functioning around him. You wished you had a crush on someone nearer your age, at least they wouldn't find you so childish as you suspected Aaron did. With your head hanging low you didn't even notice him re-enter the room, not until he padded towards you carefully and set the vacuum down.

"Hey... it's alright, just an accident. I didn't mean to scare you." He said softly. You sniffled and shook your head.

"S'fine. I'm okay." You mumbled. He paused for a moment, then placed a hand on your knee.

"I'll just quickly clean this mess up, alright sweetheart? I'll be with you as soon as I can."

Your head shot up at the pet name, wet eyes wide as you studied his face. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, despite the concerned furrow in his brow.

"There you are. Just sit tight, don't want any glass to hurt you."

You watched as Aaron set up the vacuum cleaner and, crouched again, he hastily but thoroughly removed the debris from the floor. When he was satisfied, he unplugged the machine and lifted it up, the muscles in his arms bulging in his neat dress shirt. Your eyes followed him, but dropped away when he glanced your way.

"Um thanks, Mr Hotchner." You uttered and made a move to slide off the counter top. And then one of his long legs pressed against your shin, willing you to stay in place.

"Ah, ah, ah wait there." He muttered.

You quivered and shuffled back onto the counter top properly. What on earth..? You watched him leave again, swinging your legs nervously. Surely he had got rid of all the glass, right? You were unable to ponder for long when Aaron returned again, eyes on you as he approached. Your brows creased.

"Um I'm sure I can move, right? You got all the glass."

He hummed, stopping in front of you now, gaze still unwavering.

"Can't be too careful now, can we?" He said with a little smirk. You swallowed thickly.

"I..."

"May I talk to you about something?"

Your eyes trailed over his face, noting on an emotion you hadn't spotted upon first inspection. Slowly, you shook your head.

"Um yes, you can, Mr Hotchner."

He puffed air out of his nose.

"You don't need to be so formal with me, (Y/n)."

You dropped your gaze.

"Sorry, can't help it." You managed to say, feeling shy and silly. He leaned one hip against the counter beside you, crossing his arms against his broad chest.

"Don't apologise, sweetheart." He shifted his weight, now a little closer still to you. His scent enveloped you, it was soothing. "I... wanted to apologise for disappearing for a long time." He finally said. You shuddered.

"Um, it's okay-"

The sound of him clearing his throat silenced you and rendered you unable to do anything more than stare wide-eyed at him. He hummed and raised a brow.

"Sweetheart, you do know I can tell when someone is lying, right?"

Fuck.

"Mr Hotchner, sir I- I'm not lying, It's okay-"

Aaron moved suddenly, caging you in by placing his hands either side of your wide, plump hips and stared you down.

"Tsk. Don't be naughty by doubling down on lying." He gazed through his thick lashes now, leaning his face closer to yours. His scent overwhelmed you now and you bit back a whimper. "Come now, I upset you and I want to make things right."

You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped onto your shorts tightly, balling the fabric up in your tight fits.

"F-fine. I just... why did you stop visiting all of a sudden?" You wrinkled your nose a little and huffed. "God, I sound like a fucking weird-"

"No. Allow me to explain."

You exhaled quietly, not expecting him to cut you off like that. He sighed and lifted his hands up to rub his face.

"I... well, I had to distance myself from you. Not because I don't enjoy seeing you, it's more the opposite. I have feelings for you which I most certainly should not have, not as a friend of your father." He said, fumbling his thumb and pointer finger together.

You froze.

Was this really happening? Your heart felt like it was racing, your stomach coiling as you stared at him.

"I- Mr Hotchner, you..."

Aaron grimaced and shifted his weight, ready to step back from you.

"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. I knew this was a bad idea to tell you, but I just thought you should know why I had started avoiding you." He said sincerely, then dropped his arms and turned his body.

You didn't know why you did it, but your hand shot out and you grabbed his shirt.

"-No! Don't- don't go!"

Aaron's breath hitched from your outburst, but he also didn't try to pull away from your touch either.

"(Y/n)..."

You felt warm, dropping your gaze whilst your fingers messed with the expensive fabric of his shirt.

"I- I don't want you to leave. You didn't make me uncomfortable." You mumbled. The man waited for you to continue speaking as you opened your mouth and closed it a few times. "I, um, I just wasn't expecting you to say you were interested in me."

Your eyes flicked to his face and you sucked your lower lip between your teeth at the furrowed expression on his face.

"You thought I wasn't interested in you?" Aaron's brows raised and he stepped a little closer towards you. "Sweetheart, I don't tend to talk to people outside of my close circle much at all, and, admittedly, I don't often visit people very often. But I just had to see you again."

His confession made you feel strange in a way you couldn't pinpoint on. Not necessarily bad, but a little unsure. Your eyes met his beautiful dark brown ones.

"Mr Hotchner, I don't see why you-"

"Call me that one more time and you'll be calling me sir instead." He cut you off sternly and you gasped. His left hand moved to rest on the counter just barely brushing against the outer side of your thigh and he leaned towards you, his face almost close enough for the two of you to kiss.

"I want you, sweetheart. I've spent the last few months trying to clear you from my thoughts," He paused to let out a small sigh. "However, you remain embedded within the foundations of my mind and I've come to accept this wholly. But just tell me if you don't want this and I will never bring this to you again, I promise."

Your eyes trailed over his face, tracing the creases and lines of age and you longed to feel them under your fingertips. You grabbed onto his arm.

"I-I want this... please. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you too." You confessed with a shy smile. Aaron chuckled through an exhale of relief and he began to close the gap between your lips and his.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Desperately, you pressed your lips to his and moved your hands to grip onto his broad shoulders. Responding to you, Aaron's hands moved to grab onto the squish of your hips, digging into them as he pulled you ever closer towards him. Now chest to chest, you whined against his mouth and instinctively, your legs parted enough for him to slip between.

All too soon, you parted for oxygen, your chest heaving and straining under your lounging tee. Aaron brushed his nose against yours sensually, his thumbs stroking your hips.

"I estimate your father will be gone for forty-five minutes at most." He murmured and you whimpered.

"Y-yes, maybe..."

"Sweet girl, I want to make sure you know how I feel, truly."

Your hands tightened their grip on the shirt.

"H-how?"

He chuckled, pressing a light kiss to your lips.

"If you'll let me, sweet girl, I want to pleasure you. We'll have to be quick though, at least this time round."

This time, this time. You felt light headed in the best way.

"W-what do you wanna do?" You hesitantly asked him. Aaron slid his hands to the expanse of your thighs with a hum.

"You don't know how much I wanted to slip my hand up your dress that night we met to touch your pretty pussy, sweetheart- "

"M-Mr Hotchner!" You squeaked, cheeks flushing from the dirty confession. A deep rumble reverberated through him and one of his hands lightly slapped your thigh. You jolted, but he held you in place.

"That's it, little girl. I don't want to hear any other title other than 'sir' from you now until I say so, is that clear?"

You nodded. Another slap, slightly closer to your inner thigh. You gasped out.

"Y-yes sir!"

Satisfied, Aaron hummed and grabbed onto your thighs and, with a hint of a smile, he pulled you closer to the edge and spread your legs wider. You yelped, hands grasping onto any part of him you could to steady yourself and he chuckled whilst pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth.

"Mhm, gonna let me take a look, sweetheart?" He murmured against your skin, fingers dancing along the waistband of your shorts. You whimpered.

"I-I-" Fuck, you didn't know what to even say. You'd done minimal things with others before, but they were underwhelming experiences and you preferred to close that chapter of your life. But here you were, sprawled out on the kitchen counter with your father's friend who was more than twice your age, trying to process what he had asked you.

Aaron brushed his nose against yours, bringing you from your racing thoughts.

"Aww, don't know what you want, sweet girl? It's alright, let daddy help you." He cooed. Almost immediately, your body spasmed with the way he addressed himself and he huffed out a quiet laugh. "You like that, huh? Like the thought of calling me daddy?"

You whimpered, hips rolling against his with need.

"Uh-huh, I do."

"Say it then, I want to hear it. Then I'll give you anything you want."

Your eyes widened at the commanding tone he used. Your pussy twitched.

"I- I do, daddy. Wanna call you daddy really badly."

"Mhmm.." Aaron pressed his lips to yours again and your hands gripped his shirt again. You could feel the prominent bulge in his pants against your clothed slit now, subconsciously grinding yourself against it. With a low growl, Aaron pulled his lips from yours sharply and his hands grasped your thighs to pin you in place. You whined, trying to push back and feel the friction against your pussy again.

"Behave, little girl. Now lift your butt up for me." He commanded you and, desperate for his touch, you propped yourself up on your elbows to raise your ass from the counter top. You vaguely heard him call you a good girl before he slipped his finger tips into the band of your shorts and, with a swift pull, he removed them. You squeaked, automatically closing your legs but Aaron growled, tugging your plush thighs apart again. Your chest heaved, arousal flaring within you as you realised he was staring directly at your panties. His mouth twitched.

"Pretty panties on such a pretty girl."

You whimpered when he let go of your right thigh to slide his thick fingers over a wet patch on the crotch of fabric. Your hips bucked, you hadn't realised just how pent up you were.

"D-daddy- please!" You pleaded and he cooed at you with a smirk.

"Want daddy to play with your little pussy, huh? We'll have to be quick if you wanna cum."

You nodded eagerly, grinding your hips against his fingers eagerly.

"Mmh- yes, sir!"

"Good girl. Hold your legs spread for me."

Hooking your hands underneath your knees, you trembled as Aaron moved his right hand to pull your panties to the side, revealing your slick, puffy pussy to him. He hummed in approval, ghosting his fingers over your folds and gathering some of your juices on the tips.

"You're so wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me?" He asked softly. You wiggled your hips a little.

"Y-yeah, daddy~ only for you..."

Aaron groaned as he parted your folds to reveal your hooded clit and dripping entrance.

"Next time I want to eat you out, sweet girl. You're fucking divine looking." He rumbled, swiping his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked immediately, Aaron hummed. "Gonna fingerfuck you this time, that sound nice, huh?"

"Mmmh, yeah daddy, need it!" You whimpered, at this point just desperate for anything. Aaron kissed you roughly, the sounds of both yours and his lips moving against one another made you squirm. But you gasped out when he slipped his thick middle finger into your entrance, taking you by surprise. And with a smug grunt, Aaron slid his tongue against yours to deepen the messy kiss. One finger became two, sliding in and out of your sopping wet hole and stretching you around the two digits.

The edge of his palm massaged your throbbing, little clit as he curled the fingers upwards inside you, searching for the spot that would have your toes curling. A sudden burning pleasure spread through your lower abdomen and you moaned against Aaron's mouth. You felt his lips curl into a smile, smug as he began to thrust the two fingers up inside you in an unbreaking movement. You heard it then, the messy, gushing sound of your pussy squelching in time with the rapid thrusts and you bucked up into it, feeling the burning pleasure begin to build up. You couldn't kiss back anymore, mouth fallen open now with every whimper and cry as the thrusts increased in speed. Aaron bit down onto your lower lip, then pulled away with a wet kiss.

"You're fucking clenching around daddy's fingers so well, sweetheart. You close, huh? You gonna cum for me?" He coaxed you, the hand that had originally been holding your panties to the side now pressed down on your plush stomach, leveraging his other hand's movement. You sobbed and writhed, eyes fluttering as you struggled to keep them open.

"G-gonna cu-um! Wanna cum, daddy!"

With a grunt, Aaron's fingers moved blindingly fast, your pussy's squelches echoing in the kitchen along with your wails. He pressed his lips to your neck.

"Fucking cum for me, sweetheart. Come on, that's a good girl. Cum." He growled at you. And as your pussy began to flutter and clench around his fingers he ripped them from your hole and instead brushed them over your almost neglected clit. It was almost instantaneous then, the arch of your back, the roll of your eyes, moaning brokenly as you cummed hard.

And then you heard the keys jingling in the lock of the front door.

"Fuck-" Aaron hissed, pulling his hand away and quickly grabbing your shorts so you could pull them back on again. You were shaking, struggling to pull the garment of clothing back on so you could slip off the counter top. You heard running water, spying Aaron washing his hands and when you met his gaze the two of you giggled, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"G-go up to the bathroom!" You whispered, gesturing to the prominent bulge in his crotch area. He huffed, but grinned and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

"We'll continue this another time, sweetheart." He whispered. He rushed off out of sight and, whilst on still shaky legs, you turned to wipe down the kitchen top just in time for your father to enter the room.

"Ah, you getting a head start with clearing up ready to eat?" Your dad greeted you and you bit your lip to hold back a giggle.

"Mhm, don't you know it."

Needless to say, Mr Hotchner ended up staying too late to drive home that night.

Not my best work I gotta say but 😔😔 hope yawl like it anyway SKSKSKSK

Gonna move the taglist to the comment section I think but yeah if you'd like to be tagged in future works lemme know!

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch x reader smut #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotch smut #aaron hotchner smut #hotch smut #aaron hotchner x plus size!reader #aaron hotchner x plus size reader #dbf!aaron hotchner #dbf!aaron hotchner x reader #nsfw.

[bonesandthebees]

Okay fuck it. I think scrolling for hours today is enough DJFKGKFK I'll just log back out. I wanna focus my energy on more positive things

Im so gonna log back in the minute my friend sends me another tweet but HDKGKGKD no. I will do my best. He's not worth our time man.

Okay one more tiny rant about him and then I promise I'll stop I just OOOHHMYGODHFJGKG HE JUST. I had so much hope. That. He would reply and it wouldn't fix things, I wouldn't go back to watching him or anything but at the very least I could get closure that like? Maybe his closer friends would be able to heal and move on? Idk if that's parasocial or whatever but he was such a big role model for me the past few years I really had hope that at least some parts of it were real, you know? And instead we just find out that he not only did these shitty things but didn't fucking learn and did it to other people too and??? It's really really upsetting that he created this safe space, this community of people who were all so lovely while just being. Fake. The whole time. And he doesn't even have the gull to properly apologise and I just??#?# idk what to do with my emotions LMFAO I'd finally started to feel better and like move on but now today I'm just angry again grgrgfhfjdkdk and I totally get that like him being a complete dickhead is easier in a lot of ways bc there's no. Doubting it. Or anything. Like there's no redeeming him. And we can get closure from that. But fuckkk it hurts so badly and the tl is a mess of ppl being like "well this person would never do me wrong" and then ppl being like "fuck every YouTuber ever actually. We can't ever be sure we know them" and LIKE!$?_?$?

Dude I am so conflicted on so many levels rn I feel like my entire world has just been yeeted into the sun LMFAODKFKFKFK

Anyways. Anyways. Thank you bee. Ur tumblr is the only account w a brain rn fr lmfaodjfkfkfks

I get it, I'm fucking furious at him. he had a chance to at least own up to what he did. I wouldn't have gone back to consuming his content, but I could be somewhat at peace knowing he was taking steps towards being better.

I don't want to think it was all a lie, because abusers aren't all completely evil people. the thing is, wilbur is human. a very shitty human, but human nonetheless. and we can't know for sure how healthy or unhealthy every relationship in his life has ever been and I think overanalyzing that or trying to figure out what was fake and what was real isn't really our business or worth our time. wilbur is a guy who has hurt a lot of people, but also refuses to recognize the hurt he's caused. that's it.

I do hate the dichotomy I'm seeing between people trying to prop up their own favorite white boys on a pedestal because apparently people never learn, but also going out and saying every content creator is inherently evil and we shouldn't trust any of them. these people are human. they're all going to fuck up at some point, some worse than others. and sometimes they'll fuck up in a way that they can move past and we can forgive them for, and other times they'll fuck up in a way that shows they shouldn't have the platform they have. they're not all terrible, and they're not all perfect. that's what we should be keeping in mind for the future.

#ask #icyfox17 #wilbur situation

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 episode 20 (Return To Tomorrow) is what I wish I could do because currently it’s finals.

Onward:

- God, that you? Nope just Sargon

- Ghosts?!?!!

- “Your probes have touched me, Mr. Spock.” WHAT. that’s crazy. 

- Sargon knows Kirk, Spock, and McCoy have to go together

- “You could materialize inside solid rock.” Say what now

- And they got beamed down without the security

- Spock is pondering the orb. They’re all pondering the orb

- The orb is giving me a headache (Don’t show this to people who have sensitivity to flashing lights!)

- Is Jim getting possessed????

- Doctor McCoy with a gun

- “Your captain has an excellent body, Dr. McCoy. I compliment you both on the condition in which you maintained it.” Sargon what the fuck.

- Damn he doesn’t want McCoy possessed :(

- I can tell that they brought in Doctor Mulhall so that Sargon’s lover can have a female body but like… imagine if Thalassa went into Spock’s body

- Oh my god he’s sweating so much goddamn

- Both doctors advising against it is a pretty good sign.

- The cut to Scotty saying, “You’re going to what?! Are they alright in the head doctor?” With McCoy’s reply of, “No comment.” Is genius

- Fuckkk, “Bones, you could stop all this by saying no.” Dude don’t do that to him

- “I want one concrete reason why!” “Well they used to say if man could fly he’d have wings.” Jim, shut the fuck up. What kind of answer is that

- “Because Dr. McCoy is right.” Yeah he fucking is

- They’ve really zoomed in on Kirk’s face

- McCoy has given into peer pressure

- As soon as it’s not Spock in there he gets to smile. He’s so pretty :))

- McCoy has to watch his boyfriends possessed bodies flirt with women

- “I’m surprised the Vulcans never conquered your race.” “The Vulcans worship peace above all, Henoch.” McCoy isn’t taking this bullshit

- Henoch is a bitch! Chapel would bite him if she could

- Why’d he just appear in the doorway like this

- Jim is NOT dead, McCoy :( Can’t be.

- “Do I list one death or two?” That’s your question?!?

- McCoy is not pleased with Henoch and Thalassa’s plans

- Bones just wants his boyfriends back. Stop making him make decisions

- McCoy would defy god. He has. He will again.

- LMAO SARGON’S BACK

- McCoy’s hair is so nice in this episode

- “Jim? Are you alright?” “Yes, I’m fine, but…” this moment would have been greatly improved if McCoy kissed him on the mouth. Or gave him a hug, I’m not too picky.

- SHIT WHERE’S SPOCK

- WHAT WAS THAT SCREAM UHURA?!?

- Henoch gave Kirk period pain

- Say what you will, he’s slaying

- DAMN GET HIS ASS CHAPEL!

- McCoy looks so devastated. He didn’t want Spock to die.

- I love Leonard Nimoy’s acting!

- “We shared consciousness together.” Aww that’s cute

- “It was beautiful.” Chapel looks over to Spock. Sorry he’s taken. I respect the grind tho.

So so sleepy. So sleepy. Good night to all of you wonderful people… on the next one.

Masterpost

Episode written by John Kingsbridge

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos spock #leonard bones mccoy #tos mccoy #tos bones #captain james kirk #tos kirk #christine chapel #tos chapel

[she-ismysun-archive]

911 abc/fox live blogging

oh it's so over dude.. the angst is never ending!!! hello new faces for the 118. Eddie's now gonna go through what buck went through when Bobby thought he wasn't ready to come back. UHG. something something about buddie being self destructive as fuckkk

Further below for my live thoughts

So this was the episode i accidentally started when i was still in season 3. Me when i was sleepy and just trying to restart episodes but clicked on season 5 and not season 3 so i ended up watching the first 1-2 min of each episode after the Christmas special to figure out where i left off and it wasnt until i watched maddy throwing herself in the ocean was when i realized (oh something is WRONG)

OH SHES NOT HAVING POST PARTUM DEPRESSION. OVERACTIVE THRYOID.

I was so so scared but also relieved seeing her admit herself into the hospital

HELLO? JJ?? WYD HERE IN 911

Remember when chimney was like “yeah and my little girl is having milestones in motels”

AWWW jee has huge baby teeth now

OH HOWTHEY COME BACK TOGETHER BY COINCIDENCE ON ST PATTYS DAY

Learning how to stop running. Oh how many tears can I cry this episode. Ouuuaaaaaaaaagh. Her pouring her heart back out to him. They’re perfect together and im so happy they’re finally fucking talking

Chimney is everything to me

HHHH SHE D: Missed all of D: jee-yun’s development D:

We are going HOME!

#911 #911 abc #911 fox #911 5x12 #evan buckley #maddie's back #maddie buckley #madney #eddie diaz #chimney han #the return of maddie and chimney #lucy donato #jonah

[intertexts]

OK OK SINCE U ARE PRETTY FAR INTO PD NOW. I NEED TO ASK. DO U HAVE A FAVORITE CHARACTER. do u have a favorite moment. whos backstory are u the most interested in seeing. what are u excited to learn about the world . I AM PUTTING UR BRAIN UNDER A MICROSCOPE AND DISSECTING IT IVE GOTTA KNOW. what villains are u most afraid of. write me an essay on ur feelings about mark winters. etc etc etc etc WHATEVER U WANNA TALK ABT RN im standing in the middle of a field like a scarecrow and just SCREAMING at the sky

OHHHHHH MAN DUDE LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO CHOOSE A FAVORITE OF ANYONE. FUCKK. GOD.

ok putting all of this under a cut because its so fucking long???

ok ok ok. lets see. they r all so so so good it's impossible 2 choose but also iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii really fucking like dakota dude..... i like him so much. so much. i will admit. i am a massive fucking fan of a character who stays silly. massive fucking fan of the emotional king dedede hammer that comes down when the silly guy drops the silliness. i love it when characters literally r incapable of processing their emotions. gebuinely i don't know what he put in that guy but it is cartoonish the way my neurons light up at him its not quite akechi from p5 levels of FUCKKK YEAH THIS GUY MY FUCKED UP LITTLE GUY!! but it is Getting Close!!!

whose backstory.... fuck. okay. Most interested in wiwi's backstory. of course. i AM really interested in vyncent's whole deal but i feel like his fucked up knife that possesses him (?????????) is slightly more of a specific thing than backstory. and i DO wanna know howww the jrpg protag isekai'd here but also like. consider... wiwi. also i wanna know if im right & ashe/ashes fucked up demon grimoire r responsible for his mom's death. ALSO I WANNA KNOW WHY MARK'S A LIZARD GUY.

FAVORITE MOMENTS SO FAR.... i LOVED the spirit world shit it was all so cinematic it was so lovely. usually im dogshit at like, visualizing descriptions in my head? but all of that was very much oh, yeah for sure, ive seen this cartoon! i know whats happening! that whole episode went hard as fuck. can't believe we got vyncent with a gun ashe going holy shit why am i fucking doing this imgonnadie william having a horrifying crisis over eating a fucking soul & dakota getting murked in one episode. & mal is just. on just. such a different level such a different world from Anything else they've experienced. its so good.

also i still really love the winding-down end of that amalgam island ep (5?) where they r exhausted & coming off so many huge emotions & stress & stuff & tide arrives.... that's really the scene that fucking hooked me i think. going ohhh yeah theyre just fucking kids and everyone at this table Knows theyre kids in a world where people will just fucking kill you. like,, yeah, it WOULD be fucked up if you were seventeen and ran into an island full of horrifying human and animal experimentation & abuse!! and theyre not playing it as a motw adventure where its just sillygoofy? ok. ok!! maybe these guys know where theyre taking it. like i can count on one hand maybe the amount of times ive been like "yeah im sure whatever the creators do will be good they've always done good & thoughtful work. i don't have to continually be delegating brain space to how im dissatisfied with this story." so i guess. i just like the show a lot!!

what am i most interested in about the world... ohhh man i love cape worldbuilding it's maybe like one of my favorite things. so i guess i'm interested in All of It?? in an overall probably-wont-be-answered-because-its-not-that-genre way i'd love 2 know what religion looks like in a world where JESUS IS A TRADEMARKED SUPERHERO & kids can come back from the dead. id love 2 know more ab the dynamic btwn politics & the cape world here thats always interesting? i really enjoy the approach they took 2 the kid heroes in the beginning, as in: these guys are literally still students they are not Supposed to be doing big hero shit. theyre not supposed to be doing teen titans or x-men shit & it is in fact a massive massive fuckup on their guardian's part when they Are in those positions. i'm a big fan of that i like it a lot more than the alternative. (unless yr like in a world like parahumans where there Is a narrative & in-universe reason why child & teen cape teams exist)

what villains am i most afraid of....... ok i kind of feel like being afraid of mal is like, being afraid of hurricanes or something. like sure i can be nervous about him but i can't fucking do anything if he's coming this way. so it's better i think to not think about it until it comes up & then pray. so i guess i AM really concerned about the overlord stuff. i dont know where it's gonna go but i know it'll be nowhere good & i know it'll end up getting people hurt. so.!!!!!!

#ahhghghgbhhgghhh. ok. ok this is it for now i think believe me i COULD write a whole essay on mark winters & my feelings on the Winters #Family Shit. maybe i will do that later today actually. god. really good show i havent felt normal since i started it!!! #pd lb #mac tag!

[sleepy-gee]

ok but peeta as a bullrider and cowboy has been on my mind for FOREVER- like i NEED him. just got to add more fuel to the fire

OH my god. i think my dick just exploded

cowboy!peeta... fuck dude that's genius.

im gonna go with more of the traditional cowboy from back in the day since that's what I know more about, but like,, hh oh my god imagine going on rides with him!! him teaching you how to shoot!! helping him rally up cattle!! sleeping under the stars!! patching him up when he gets in fights (from more than likely defending you)

AND HIS HAT. HIS LITTLE OUTFIT. THE VEST WITH BOOTCUT JEANS AND A BUTTON UP SHIRT. fuckkk he'd look so good!! and just thinking about him getting all worked up after a fight or something,, bloody nose,, you wouldn't expect a guy like peeta to be aggressive but CHRIST

sorry i have to make an au now

#thg #the hunger games #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark x you #peeta x reader #peeta x you

[tkmicha]

This weekend oh my fucking GODDDDD I have so much to tell you all...

So pinkie came over ok? And fuck man... I'm just gonna type out a bunch of stuff that happened bc my brain is still all mushy gushy from how wrecked I was....

So this man has learned new teases bro, like:

Me, in the middle of laughing, I yell stop

"Stop? Ok!" "What? You told me to stop soo I diddd" "oh? You want me to continue? Continue what?" "I dunno what tword you're referencing..." and he made me repeat that I wanted him to tickle me over and over again bro

And don't even get me STARTED on his nails.. i didn't think nails would be too bad on me but BOY was I wrong. NO ONE AND NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR HOW BAD FINGER NAIL TWORDS ARE DUDE.

but he'd like, scribble them on my armpits, stomach, sides, ribs, thighs, and neck- neck, lower stomach, thighs, and ribs were the worst oh my GOD!!!!

The thighs bro... my inner thighs were so fucking sensitive to his nails and so was my lower stomach...

And oh my FUCKING GODDDD he tied up my arms ok? They were loose and I asked him to tighten them and he did and fuckkkk the way he imidiatly attacked me sent shivers through my body-

And oh my god I snort laugh dude. It was so embarrassing- he tickled the hell out of my neck for the first time and I couldn't stop snorting and wheezing- I was so embarrassed but OHH THATS JUST THE START BRO

Why did NO ONE warn me how humiliating it is to not hide your face bro.. I was laying with my head in his lap and my arms were behind him and he tworded the hell out of my armpits and neck and FUCKKK not being able to look away is TORTURE. It's so embarrassingggg

And I kinda- willingly had my arms up behind him and he kept teasing "you could move if you wanted tooo~" "nothings stopping your arms from coming down and saving youuu" UGHHHH MY HEART

I also found out my shoulder blades are hella fucking ticklish dude... ooooooogh

If he ever learns teases like "tickle tickle" "koochie koo" or whatever else is out there I'm gone I tell you GONE

OH MY GAAAWD AND WHEN HE GAVE ME A HUG AND RASPBERRIED INTO MY NECK UGHHH🦋🦋🦋🦋

!!SLIGHT N$FW BELOW!!

He used one of our vibrating toys on me and it tickled like fucking hell dude... IT WAS SO BAD ON MY NECK BECAUSE I COULDNT STOP IT

#tickle community #tword community #sfw tickling #tickle talk #tickle thoughts #tword content #tickle content #tickle scenarios #tword blog #tickletorture #tickle stories #tickle tickle #bl tickle #tword post #sfw twords #tword #sfw tk blog #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle community #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle #sfw tk community

[justablah56]

uhh so notes i took down while listening to body builder (very good episode as always and my notes will probs never make sense)

-SPOOKY VIOLIN BELOVED <3 

-TIMMMM TIMMM!!!! 

-go for that trip to Malaysia tim you do you

-ELISAS YOU PIPE MURDERING TWINK YOU

-Martin martinnnn 

-Steroids. hmmmm

-Oh nooo toxic masculinity? Its ok mann 

-This is going to be a Flesh episode i think

-uh oh fucked up gym?

-ITS GOING TO BE A FUCKED UP GYMM

-ousgdhdhs get out of there man GET OUTT

-“It was all normal except for one thing” THAT CAN’T MEAN ANYTHING GOOD 

-girlie. she. is.not.real.maybe?

-I think that this guy needs a break

-DON’T GO TO THE GYM AT NIGHT DUDE THATS SO DUMB NOOO

-You should have left yeah yeah uh oh

-Spiral episode actually? Or both? Is that possible idk idk

-ITS NOT MARIE

-OUGHS WEUAFJSK

-GROSSS GROSSSS

-‘marie had two arms’ OH FUCKKK

-THERE ARE MORE????

-and this is why we don’t overwork ourselves guys

-:D <-their faces 

-THE PAIN ISN’T WORTH IT IT ISN’T

-woahs

-martin you got this

-Martin you can swear on recording i promise

-ANIMAL MUTILATIONS? OH AUGH EEDEWESJDJSHDVJS

-martin don’t worry it’ll be fine i swear

-woagh ok so next episode time woagdhrnsk

(Sorry it’s so long!! I can’t rlly space them any diffrently so uhhh yeye okok coming storm is next hehe coming storm ok i’ll see myself out aughhshsk)

ahhhh yesss ,, the flesh gym statement <333 me when the magnus n they make a spooky story about someone with body issues who tries to Change themselves and avatars go ah so you're looking for a change 🤨😏😏🤨

#just blahs #hi laurie !! #oughhhh its so <333

[charizardstolemynickname]

THE OWL HOUSE SEASON 2 HAS CAPTIVATED ME, so here are my reactions/thoughts to episodes 18 and 19

Episode 18: FINALLY MORE GUS TALK!!!! We get so much information about all the other characters I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK MY GUY GUS WAS BEING NEGLECTED!!

His power is so cool, I need more people to be as excited about illusionist magic as me and Gus are! HE LITERALLY CHANGED THE WHOLE SCHOOL AND TRICKED THE HEAD OF ILLUSIONIST COVEN!

Speaking of, the head of the Illusionist Coven being just some wanna be director is fucking hilarious, he is a snob and I hate him with a passion but I want to laugh at him, so much

Gus literally saving all the students at the school too is being SEVERELY looked over right now, like DUDE HE LITERALLY SAVED ALL OF YOU!!!!

All the guards this episode had me in stiches!!! I WANT MORE GUARDS BEING FUNNY IDIOTS!! ESPECIALLY SEVERINE, god, someone get Severine some therapy, like SLAYYY GO BACK TO THE TINY CAT COVEN! GET SOME SELF ESTEEM BACK!

Obviously, i cannot talk about this episode WITHOUT talking about our boy, Hunter.... who was living in the school stage. Listen, I won't judge the guy, he is homeless, his whole life has been thrown upside down, I feel for the guy it was just a surprise! (/lh) ANYWAY, I LOVED THE GUS AND HUNTER FRIENDSHIP GROWTH! From the sharing of the breathing thing (TWICE!!!) and the comforting each other AMAZING

Amity and Willow learning how to be friends again was also an amazing plot line, I love to see how their friendship will expand

Episode 19: THE WEIRD DREAM THING??? AND KING BEING CONNECTED TO THE COLLECTOR?!? Listen, I still don't fully understand who the collector is BUT THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THEY HAVE APPEARED IN ONE OF THE GANG'S DREAMS! Yeah, I haven't forgot about it being in Eda's dream too! I am very confused, it seems lonely, but evil, but also just a chaotic vibe, I am conflicted

POOR KING! He literally just found out traumatising news and THEN people keep treating him differently now?? I spent the whole start of the episode wanting to just hold King and keep him safe from everyone, HE IS JUST A LITTLE GUY!!! HE IS JUST A BABY!!!

BUT! Steve to save the day. I am now a Steve Stan. I am a Steve fangirl. If Steve has 1 fan, its me, if Steve has 0 fans, I am dead. BRING BACK STEVE!!!! I adore Steve, with every essence of my being, HE WAS ACTING LIKE KING WAS FAMILY AND- AHHH, best friends your honour, they are best friends

FUCKKK The Eda and Raine and Luz angst was a plotline I was NOT ready for after the absolute fluff that was King and Steve helping people and vibing. SOMEONE GET MY PAL RAINE OUT OF THERE!!! Plant coven girl is literally obsessed with them, tf

Eda just wanting to save the kids, to protect Luz and King- I will admit, it hit me in my feels, Eda still treating King as a kid (AS HE SHOULD BE) and Luz and wanting them both away from danger AHHHHHHH

Luz bestie, I love you, but PLEASE EDA WAS RIGHT

HOWEVER HARPY EDA CAMEO!!! RAHHHHHH, I am still obsessed with it, we need more of Harpy Eda in this show.

AND FINALLY, THE ALLIES!!!! GOD. I am obsessed DARIUS I KNEW I COULD TRUST YOU!!! I don't know if I posted, but I REALLY liked Darius but knew (well, thought) he was evil, BUT NO I CAN NOW FINALLY LOVE HIM! AND EBERWOLF! Didn't forget him (did just have to search his name tho)

OH AND! The Palisman!!! I was going to mention this as I hadn't been mentioned in a while, BUT CARING FAMILY BONDING BETWEEN EDA, LUZ AND KING!!! I fucking love found family. Can you tell!!#

IN OTHER EXCITING NEWS! I am about to watch the season 2 finale episodes! No idea what to expect, but I am literally addicted so will take anything, i am sad I am so close to finishing it though, as Season 3 has less episodes

BUT it means I can finally interact with the fandom, etc etc

Thank you to all following my journey watching the series for the first time

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #the owl house season 2 #the owl house season 2 spoilers #eda the owl lady #luz owl house #toh #toh spoilers #edalyn clawthorne #toh raine #the owl house darius #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #toh gus #the owl house gus #FINALLY SOME GUS LOVE #the owl house willow #toh willow

[huffle-dork]

Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 7: Paranormal Preteens

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix 

Read Swapboys | Read PNPT | AO3 Link

Prologue | Switch | Stitched Taglist: @brokentimewatch  

After that split second of falling, Bro lands on a sidewalk. Looking around, he sees a street lined with near-identical houses with small yards, some with fences, some with trees, some with gardens. The sun is high in the sky but the air is cold, and patches of snow linger in the shadows. This is clearly a British suburb on a clear winter day. And it is clearly not familiar. A bit after he arrives, he hears the door to the house behind him open.

Bro rights himself and then tries to suppress a shiver. Oh god- he's in a thin jacket and tank top and ripped jeans. "Fuckkk why is it winter here??" He mutters to himself.

He takes stock of where he is and then notices the others aren't with him but he sighs and nods, "Alright well- def a pattern now... gotta go find the cat bitch and Alt then-"

He then blinks as he hears a door open behind him.

When he turns around, he sees a boy--twelve, thirteen years old?--running towards him. "Da--" the boy starts to say, then stops. And stops running. "Oh. Sorry, I uh, thought you were someone else," he mumbles. He's wearing a snapback cap, a graphic tee, and (insanely enough) shorts.

In the open doorway of the house behind him Bro can see another kid. Sort of. He's hiding in the way kids do when they think you can't see the upper half of their faces sticking out. Most of him is tucked behind the door but he has brown hair and big round glasses.

Bro jumps slightly at the kid running towards him but then stops. He blinks and then laughs. Damn… this kid looks just like he did at his age. “Oh uh- hey little dude! Uh… sorry-“ He awkwardly messes with his hair.

“Hey Um- strange question but… do you know what... city this is?”

The boy looks a bit confused, but accepts the question. "Uh, Hollewych. You mean you don't know where you are? Do you have amnesia?" Like on TV?

Bro knits his eyebrows together. Yeah... definitely not home. "Uh- nope! Still got all my memories just- god it’s a long story... probably too much to explain to a couple of kids." He shivers at the cold breeze and then huddles his jacket around him. He looks around and realizes he probably shouldn't be flying around- that'd just make him colder. "Uh well- thanks kids... sorry to bother ya. I better go... find someplace warm..."

"Uh... oka--" Suddenly something clatters to the ground. A pencil. The kid hiding in the doorway threw a pencil at the boy. He stares at it, then picks it up and turns around.

"Uh, one second... sir." The 'sir' is an awkward afterthought, like he's not used to it. He quickly runs back to the open doorway and starts talking with the kid out of sight.

Bro's super hearing allows him to hear what they're saying, but it's not making sense.

"Ask him why he appeared in thin air!"

"What? No, I'm not gonna do that! What if he gets mad?"

"So? What if he walks away? We could have a very small chance."

"You wanna do it without anyone else?"

"If there is a very small chance! You can call them on your handy if we need to."

"That is not the word, Schneep. Don't you know that by now?"

"It is a hand phone! It does not shorten like that?"

"No!"

"Fine, fine, just go back and talk to him. But be careful. It might be like the mushrooms."

The boy sighed, then ran back over to Bro. "Hey, uh, my cousin says he saw you kinda pop up out of nowhere. Did you?"

Bro tilts his head as he listens to the boys. Then, he laughs. Henny calls it a handy too... does the other kid have an accent? Huh... he could be a little Schneep- he can see it. Though, way more awkward. Henny was out of time but he was charismatic as fuck-

He's lost in his own thoughts before he sees the first boy come back up. Then, he pales a bit and blinks slowly. "Uh... you two... saw that?" ...fuck of course that's what jumping dimensions looks like-

"I didn't, but my cousin did," the boy says. "And he doesn't lie. I mean, I've been trying to teach him how to pull pranks, but he doesn't really wanna so far." He pauses awkwardly. "So... what's up?"

Bro lifts up his head to look back at the boy with the glasses. Then he sighs and messes with his hair. "Uh... i guess... i can try to explain- but... it's- it's gonna sound a little insane..."

"I mean, you kinda just appeared, that's already crazy," the boy points out.

Bro pauses and then laughs, "Alright, touche! ... do you read comic books, kid?"

"Nnnno, but I watch a lot of shows about superheroes. My favorite is Ben 10. Oh, and I have a friend who really likes comics, too."

"You know what? that works- so you know when superheroes sometimes travel to worlds that are similar to theirs but also different? and they sometimes meet people who are them- but also not them? ...did that happen in ben 10? that sounds like something out of ben 10... wait- ben 10 hasn't been around for a long time... what year is it??" Bro rambles, finally asking his last question with wide eyes.

"It's 2008--no, crap, 2009," the boy says, looking Bro over. "And yeah, that happens, kinda. You mean like a parallel universe? Is that where you're from?" His eyes widen. "Oh! What's your name?!"

Bro's eyes widen even more and he whispers quietly, "...holy fuck im in the past too..?" Then he shakes it off though he's still in shock but he laughs, "Yeah exactly. I... I'm from one of those." He grins and adjusts his hat. "M'name's Chase Brody, kid! Whatcha call yourself?"

The boy's eyes widen further so Bro can see the whites all around. Then he breaks into a grin. "That's my name too!" he shouts, jumping up and down.

Chase looks surprised but then grins wide, "Well what are the odds? Heya little me! ... you're even littler than i was in 2008 i think-" He looks up as he tries to do the math and then nods, "Yup- def younger."

"Holy crap! Sch—Henrik!" He spins around and runs back to the open door, where he forcibly grabs the kid hiding behind the doorway and pulls him out, talking all the while. "Schneep, you're a nerd, you'll like this, he's me! He's me from a parallel universe! One that's in the future, I think, and I think it has superheroes cause he's dressed like that and he was talking about them—Hey, this is my cousin Henrik!" The little Chase grins. "He's great!"

The little Henrik looks a bit freaked out and more than a little overwhelmed, but he waves at Bro anyway. "Hallo."

Bro blinks as Chase drags out his cousin and tilts his head at him. Then he grins real wide. "Oh it has more than just superheroes dude- you guys wanna see something cool?"

"Yes!" Chase nods excitedly. "Yeah yeah yeah!" Schneep doesn't say anything, but he looks intrigued.

Bro digs into his pocket and pulls out his mask- and as he slips it on his hair flares into a bright yellow green. Then, with a huge grin he steps back, then rises up just a few feet in the air, crossing his arms. "I'm a superhero! Name's Bro Fantastic!"

"Oh my gosh!" The kids are completely blown away. "Sch—Henrik, look! Look, he's flying!" Chase is shaking Schneep slightly in excitement. "I grow up to be a superhero in another universe!"

"How are you doing that?" Schneep gasps.

"Because he's a superhero, bro! Oh that's so cool!"

"I—ja, that is—oh wait!" Schneep shook his head, clearing it. "Then—then if you are a superhero from another world, how are you here? And why?"

Bro takes a few more seconds to hover before he feels the chill even stronger and then he touches back down, stuffing his cold hands in his pockets. ...did he have a rip in his shirt where he got injured earlier? ...well that would explain why he's even colder than he thought he'd be.

He messes with his hair with a sigh, "mmmm thats also a long story but- basically. We got a bad guy I fight- and he wants to see other worlds but... not for nice reasons. So- me and my brother, his name is Alt, we gotta try to stop him. Cuz that's what heroes do!" He frowns, "The only problem is- whenever we get somewhere new... we end up separating... so now i gotta look for those two. Anddd since you guys were pretty amazed by me- I'm guessing there's no one who flies on a regular basis around here, huh?"

"No." Schneep shakes his head.

"Oh what about that thing Marvin does with the—"

"That is not flying, Chase, it does not count." Chase pauses. "What about An—"

"That is just floating," Schneep interrupts, already knowing what he's going to say. "He does not fly, it is like...hovering."

"Fine." Chase puts his hands on his hips and looks at Bro. "I mean... no one flies, but we have weird stuff around here all the time. There's uhh... there was a monster in the pool one time. And a big crazy dog. And there are holes in the ground that lead to somewhere else, we're still figuring those out. But like... no one really notices a lot of the stuff. We know, though, and so do a couple of our friends."

"ah well then- probably not good to fly around then. Don't wanna alert the mystery gang~" He gently teases. But, he also means it too. These are just kids... they dont need to get wrapped up in their business. ...Mag has hurt kids in the past. Like Ollie... he's not gonna let that happen to these guys. Though- "wow- thats... a lot of weird stuff though. Supernatural i guess?" He makes a face as he thinks. "Or... magic. which would... not be good- man how would Mag even react if we came somewhere with no magic...?" He muses to himself. Then he blinks and gets back on track. "Well uh... i probably shouldn't take too much of your guys's time- and its cold out here. You could get sick so- I better get walking to find my guys..."

"Mag's the villain, then?" Chase says. "Oh, uh, you don't have to go yet. If you showed up by us, maybe your guys showed up by some of our friends?" Schneep nods. "Maybe."

"I can call them!" Chase says. "I have a cell phone! It's inside. And, uh... it's also warm inside. So you could, uh... warm up for a little bit... before going out again..."

"You could say you are a relative on Chase's dad's family," Schneep suggests. "Our—his mom would not know them all. Und it was Christmas a couple weeks ago, you could be late for visiting."

Bro shifts a bit uncomfortably at this, looking around. Ahhh he hates lying but- it is... really cold. and his clothes are ripped. And- well yeah they had been appearing around their counterparts it seemed. "... lying isnt really something heroes do but uh... I am really cold. uh- sure. Okay- if its cool with you little dudes."

Chase visibly brightens. "Yeah! Mom won't even notice, she's working right now! Come on!" He grins and runs back to the house's open door.

Schneep walks after him, slower. "I think heroes can lie sometimes," he says. "If a bad guy wants to know something they cannot know. Like that. You are very..." He pauses, looking for the word. "You are like on TV. Cartoons. You can be more than that with us. This is real life."

Bro starts to follows them, respectfully listening to Henrik and giving him his full attention. He smiles warmly. " You know what, dude? That's a very good point! You're pretty wise for such a little kid. Though- you're older than my friend Jackie's kids. Maybe a couple years will make em as smart as you~"

"Heheh." Schneep grins. "Thank you." Then, as the walk into the house, he looks thoughtful and says, "You have a friend named Jackie? We do too. Maybe they are the same in other worlds."

"Oh yeah- I guess that's probably right... dang- hard to imagine a littler Jackie. I met him when we were like 20!" Bro laughs. He then sighs at the feeling of warmth in the house and tries to shake off the cold. "oooh thats so much betterrrr~!"

"Mom insisted on getting heating and air conditioning when we moved in," Chase says. "It didn't have it at first. Anyway. Do you wanna snack or something?"

"She's a wise woman- remember having to convince my aunts for those when I moved to England." He laughs. Then his eyes get big and he grins. "Oh hell yeah dude im starving! whatcha got?"

"Uhh I dunno! A lot of stuff. Come on, I'll show you!" Chase grins at him, then hurries into the kitchen, Schneep right behind him.

Bro shares his grin and hurries after them. Man- he remembers 2008 snacks being really good-

After Alt's brief fall, he finds himself in one of the worst places to ever be... a high school. It's a hallway lined with white lockers and the occasional doorway. One end led to a corner, while the other led to a T-intersection. A couple teenagers in school uniforms walked past the intersection, not even bothering to look at the glitching stranger who'd just appeared.

And then a classroom door opened. A boy with a red hoodie over his uniform walked out, a knit beanie pulled tight over his head. He turned--right towards Alt. And nearly dropped the textbook he was holding. "Holy shit."

Alt blinks at his surroundings and then glitches slightly in panic. Is this- a fucking high school?? oh my god- he hasn't been in a school since... since the day he- He instinctively touches his neck and tries to look around- and nearly runs straight into the hoodied teenager. He glitches back and then stares at the boy with wide eyes. "uh-" ...how the hell does he explain this. "...hi?" He attempts to wave- then realizes that's stupid and puts his hand down. "sorry uh- i uh- got... lost...?" Were adults even allowed in schools if they weren't teachers? ... he never finished secondary school he doesn't know- he also wasn't a good student why is this the place he appeared???

"Oh, uh--okay, I mean..." the boy stammers. "You got... really lost, uh... you're a hologram. Why are you a hologram? I mean uh--"

Alt raises an eyebrow, "oh- i guess that's a way to describe that but... uh no I'm... I'm.. real? not a hologram at least-"

The boy glances around. Nobody there? Okay. Good. "Okay. Uh. You're not going to, like, attack me or anything, right?" Stupid question, like someone would tell him if they were going to attack him.

Alt looks surprised. "Uh... no- why would I just attack some random kid?" Alt looks at the teen with a bit of confusion. "... are you in trouble?" He asks with a bit more seriousness, an urge of protectiveness flowing through him. If some adult or- hologram?? was messing this kid up... Alt could do something about it. Probably-

"Not... right now," he says slowly. "Which--okay, I know that sounds bad, but uh... it's weird talking in the middle of the hall, hang on, follow me."

Alt looks a bit more concerned but nods, "Uh yeah, kid.... alright." He starts to follow after him, though he cautiously look around, plotting out exits and memorizing stuff. Just in case. He can tell he's still very drained from running from Anti... he can probably use some magic, but full body glitching? ...not unless he wanted to pass out.

The boy hurries towards the end of the hallway that turns. "If anyone asks, you're my cousin, that's believable. As long as you don't keep doing that... static thing. Anyway. I-I guess you don't...know? About the weird things happening in town? With the greenlight and the Circle and the monster Anomalies and stuff? You kinda look like an Anomaly yourself."

When the boy says all the things towards Alt he just stares at him wide eyed. "Uhhhh... no-" Though god- anomaly- sounds like something Sclera has called him... but point was- he definitely wasn't home. Goddddamnit. He pulls out his phone and starts to type out what the kid said cuz- it sounds important. Could be something Mag is after...oh wait- he pauses after writing greenlight and anomaly- "You said... the circle? Like- a... magic circle?"

"I don't think so? We don't know much about them," he admits. "We got the name 'the Circle' from a... uh... less than reliable person. Sounds like you know less, though. I mean, maybe you are an Anomaly and you just didn't know what the name is. I dunno. Who... are you anyway?"

Alt nods along, "Uh yeah no I'm.... very much out of the loop i think." It was chilly in the halls so Alt had, while they were walking, untied his jacket from around his waist to slip it on. He pauses before answering, "my name's Alt. Alt Brody."

The boy gives Alt a once-over, trying to figure out who this guy is. Are those headphones glowing? Weird. He looks cool though, with a cool shirt and cool patches and pins on his jacket--He freezes for a moment, eyes landing on one in particular. But it's less than a second, just a weird falter in his walk. When he continues, he looks strangely more relaxed. "Uh... I-I like... I like your... pin."

Alt blinks at the kid as he freezes and tries to follow his line of sight- oh... one of his pins? He blinks down- he has a mini collection- random stuff the boys back home had gotten him. Like- the halloween pin with the bloody knife or the tiny pin with bro's logo on it. Or the music pin, dr. J and Henny thought it was classy. Oh- and the one Chase got him- the trans one. A bunch of other random ones too- like the bottle cap he got from Kelsie, and random gifts from his fans at his shows. Alt looks confused trying to figure it out, "Uh... which one? Sorry i- forgot how many I have on here- jesus-"

"Oh, I-I um, oh, the, uh--" The boy's face is slowly turning red. "They--they all look cool, but, uh..." He hesitates, then jabs a finger towards the trans one. "Thatoneanywayyeah my name's Jackie, you know, i-it's funny, there's this kid I know named Chase Brody, that's not really a common last name, do you two know each other, are you, like related? You kinda look like you would be but a lot of his family came over for Christmas and I didn't see you there but I wasn't there that long so I guess you could've arrived later, haha."

Alt blinks at the jab and then the rapid rambling and he actually breaks out into a laugh. But, its a nice laugh. He smiles warmly, "oh- yeah. Got that one from my brother." He takes a second to give a very subtle wink.

Jackie laughs awkwardly. "Y-yeah. Nice that you got that from him. I'm sure my dad would get me one... if we knew where to get them." Anyway. Time to shut up. He probably gets it.

"Hm? well hey- you can get like- anything from Amazon these days... shouldn't be too hard-" Alt stops his rambling to fully register the kid’s name.

"Oh- Jackie, was it? Nice to meet ya, then. I got a friend just like ya- same name too. anddd strangely enough. Chase is also my brother's name." Then he pauses to think- how are you related to your multiverse counterparts anyways? .... that makes it way more confusing. "Iiii dont think we're... related though. Least- not by... familial... blood.. and stuff-" He makes a face. "... that came out wrong, I think."

Jackie lets Alt talk and looks more and more confused. "Uh... okay? That's--" Then a ringtone starts playing. It's a sample from a Fall Out Boy song looped over and over. "Oh, uh, one second." Jackie takes a phone out of his pocket. It's one of those old models that slides open to reveal the number pad...though it looks pretty new.

Alt pauses and blinks and cant help but smile. Man... that's an old fall out boy song- he used to listen to that when he was Jackie's age. Though- he also listened to stuff like- Linkin Park and shit. He blinks even more at seeing his phone.... okay what the fuck..? Those are like- ancient now. Doesn't this kid have a smart phone??

"Oh hey, speaking of that kid Chase I know." Jackie picks up the call. "Hey, little man." A moment passes. His eyes immediately widen. "Wait, really? No, of course I do, it's just--where did he come from? Really? Whoa, really?" He glances at Alt and grins. "Yeah, actually, it's a good thing you did, I think your guess was right. One of them is in front of me right now. His name's Alt. Okay. Okay. Yeah, I don't have work or anything, we'll be right there." He hangs up. "So you're from a parallel universe?"

Alt starts a bit at Jackie's bluntness and then bursts into laughter. You can tell he's not usually one to do that- he grins. "I'mmm guessing your friend found my brother?"

"Yeah, he showed up right outside his house!" Jackie is grinning wide. He's clearly loving this. "This is definitely the coolest thing that's happened yet. Chase doesn't have a brother--Chase here, I mean. But he has a cousin, Henrik, who lives with him, they're basically brothers. Do you have a Henrik where you're from? Ooo, do you have one of me where you're from?! We also have some other friends, Marvin and Jameson and Stacy, do you have them?"

Alt can’t help but keep laughing as he nods. “Ha yeah, it is pretty cool huh?“ He smiles thinking of his friends. “We got a Henrik- he’s an actor and my best drinking mate. And a Jackie, he’s my brother's best friend- and one of mine. He’s the dorkiest dad I know- obsessed with super heroes. Runs a whole YouTube channel doing parkour.”

He falters at the Marvin, thinking of Mag. Though so far… the magician role of their group of friends seemed to be their Marvin’s… and he was kinda that. Or trying to be. He doesn’t want to think of anymore antis right now… he’ll cross that bridge if they come to it. Maybe they wont…

“uh- if your Marvin likes magic or can do it… then I guess. We’re kinda the same? People call me a magician back home but- I prefer illusionist~!” He grins, now back on track. “We got a Jameson too- he’s a therapist. Good Ol’ Dr. j. And uh- Stacy’s dating my brother… damn I should really try to get to know her better… I think she’s finishing her graduates at uni…?” He scratches his head. Then shakes it with a laugh. “Probably very different from how you guys are here I’m sure- considering you look about, half of Jackie’s age right now.”

"Stacy's dating Chase?" For some reason, that's what Jackie latches onto first. He raises an eyebrow. "A couple of kids in their grade have said that ours are dating, but I dunno if either of them are serious about that stuff yet. And yeah, Marvin can do... stuff? It's not really magic but he calls it that. I can't see Henrik as an actor or a drinker, haha, but then again, he's so tiny now. JJ's more of an actor, really, even if he's nonverbal. He likes film and theatre. Oh yeah, also, Marvin and JJ are twins. I doubt that's a thing in your universe from how you're talking. Would I be a dad...? I dunno, I haven't thought of that yet." He shrugs.

Alt hides his giggles. Of course that’s what the teenager latches onto. “Similar but different- sounds about right.” Damn Mag and Dr. J being twins- yeah couldn’t be his. Not since his extended stay with the mad man… “you got a long time to figure that out, dude. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

"Anyway. I told Chase that I'd drive you over to his house where your Chase is right now. They're pretending that you guys are related to his dad. I mean, if you have a license, you can drive, I guess.” Jackie shrugs.

Alt blinks and makes a face. “Oh yeah… driving is a thing. Never got my learners. I can just-“ He opens up his hand and makes a popping noise, “pop up in places usually. I’d… demonstrate but I think that’d cause… problems.”

"Teleportation? God, that'd be so useful. Not here, though. People are still around and stuff. Not even a permit, huh?”

“I mean to be honest… I never even finished secondary school but that’s… a long story.”

“Yeah, I'll drive, then. I drive all the time. Dad says I don't even need an adult, heh." Jackie grins proudly... then looks confused.

“By the way, what's Amazon? You mean, like, the Kindle guys? Are they different where you're from?"

Now Alt looks bewildered. “…Amazon’s not a thing here?” He remembers Jackie’s phone. “…Jackie weird question… it’s not… 2020 right now, is it?”

"2020? What sort of crazy future year are you living in in your universe?" He laughs. "Yeah, it just turned 2009. I guess time isn't the same in different dimensions."

Alt’s face drops. “…oh my god- damn I… I… I would have been about your age- …that’s too weird okay uh- let’s! Go to your friends! Driving- yayyy my favorite-“ the way he says it though definitely shows driving is not even close to his favorite.

Jackie smiles. "We can listen to music on the way, it'll be fun. Or, uh, alright at least. Come on. The front entrance is this way." He speeds up a little, heading for the school's exit.

Alt can’t help but smile back as he follows after Jackie.

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After a brief fall through a dark place, Magnificent finds himself in a public park. The air is chilly, matching the snow lingering in the shadows by the trees. It's nice enough, for what's clearly winter. There are paths and benches and a big fountain in the middle. Mag is on the edge of the park, but he can see two boys, barely teenagers, hanging out around the fountain. One is scanning their surroundings with a (to his eyes) old camcorder, while the other is reaching into the empty fountain. That one is wearing a cape over his winter coat. Weird.

Magnificent staggers and then stumbles to hold himself against a tree. Fucking- Damnit… he’s still very injured. Multiple stab wounds litter his upper chest and arms. Maybe he has enough magic for a disguise spell… but he needs to find someplace to heal… this- this doesn’t feel like Brighton. The magic/power we can sense is… strange.

He’s about to look around to see if he can find more information about where he is when- he sees one of the boys on the fountain. He… he looks like… like how he did when-

He feels frozen- just… staring- not quite understanding what he’s seeing.

The boys are talking--or, one of them is, the one in the cape. The other one is silent. He can't hear the conversation from here but he hears faint strains of his voice chattering away. The boy in the cape stands up straight, putting something in his pocket. Did he just... steal the coins from the empty fountain? The other boy smiles at him, panning across the park... until the camcorder stops, pointed towards where Mag is standing. The boy lowers the camcorder, a bit wary. He nudges the other and moves his hands--BSL. Slightly different than what Mag expects, but still understandable.

Magnificent narrows his eyes at the thing the silent boy is holding. That… is that a camcorder? …guess kids these days could still use those. But- that means he's been spotted. He steps back and then disappears into static- but stays close by, hiding in the shadows. Something… felt strange near those boys- could he sense something by them…?

When Magnificent searches for power, he can feel some distant spots, sources of… something. It’s not quite the magic he’s used to. It’s strange, tingling like that feeling when your nerves fall asleep. And, much closer than those distant spots, is the boy in the cape, who is giving off a similar signature. The boy with the camcorder points at where Magnificent was. Then the boy with the cape starts walking towards there before being held back by the other one. They start talking—arguing, maybe—in both voice and sign.

Magnificent narrows his eyes. Why was the magic so…. Fuzzy here? Did they come to a world where magic was scarce? …for all his plotting, Magnificent never once considered a world where that was possible. Magic was his life blood since he first bore breath- a world without it seemed… impossible. But at least something is here… and that boy… if he’s who he think he was… then he’d need to be taken care of. He draws his lip back at the signing- the hand speech his puppets used… a sign of weaknesses. Another thing to deal with… Until he knew more though… and could find a way to lick his wounds… he’d have to observe. He can’t let these children out of his sights. …he hasn’t taken such a small form in a while- but it would be the least suspicious. His forms ripples with colored static and then- a cat slinks out from the shadows, shaking itself off. His wounds still ache but- wait… he has an idea.

After a few minutes of arguing the boys suddenly hear the pained cry of a cat. A little ways down the path, they see a big beautiful black Norwegian forest cat with a big fluffy coat. It has a patch of rust on its back, almost like a cape and a spot of similar coloring on the right side of its face. It licks at its arms, leg and side repeatedly, and they can see it looks injured.

The effect is instant. “Awww!” gasps the boy in the cape. “JJ, look! I think it’s hurt.” He starts slowly walking forward, being cautious as he doesn’t want to scare the cat away. JJ hangs back, frowning. M-twin, be careful. It might lash out.

“I know, I know. But look at it!” As the cat isn’t running away, the boy creeps closer. “We should take it to the vet. Maybe it’s someone’s pet. Oh, but if it’s not, maybe we can keep it! Do you think Sinney will get along with it?”

I think Mam will kill us if we bring home a second cat, our house isn’t that big. JJ frowns. And what about that weird man earlier? He disappeared.Shouldn’t we be looking for him?

“It’ll be fiiiine, these things always come back, right?” Marvin crouches close to the ground. “Message the others if you’re so worried.” JJ nods. He puts his camcorder into his bag and takes out a phone. He slides it open to reveal a keyboard and he starts texting very, very fast. Meanwhile, Marvin reaches out a hand for the cat to sniff. There are scars on his palm and fingers.

The cat watches the boy with one bright green eye on its left- it’s right almost looking blind. It curls up for a second before cautiously sniffing forward. Then it starts to meow earnestly at the boy, pressing up close to him as it limps, hardly able to step down on one of its paws. It looks like something stabbed it on its shoulder- and it’s legs and back are scattered with smaller wounds. It mewls pitifully, trying to rub its face against Marvin’s fingers.

Marvin immediately melts. “Awwwwe! Look at it, JJ! I bet it’s someone’s pet that some asshole decided to take and beat up. Oh, or maybe it was the Circle. Maybe they decided to try using animals.” JJ doesn’t stop texting, but he tilts his head to the side, considering that.

“I’m gonna pick it up now,” Marvin announces. “And you can’t stop me.” He starts to do just that, carefully putting his arms around the cat and standing up. As his hands get closer to the cat’s wounds, the magic Mag senses grows from tingling to buzzing.

Mag tenses up as he’s picked up but once he sensed the growing magic his eyes widen. He then continues his act to meow and press up against Marvin, purring quietly and curling up in his arms.

“See? Nothing happened.” Marvin grins at JJ triumphantly. “Let’s go take this guy to the vet.”

JJ doesn’t answer. He’s scanning his phone screen with increasingly wide eyes. M-twin, he signs. I think that guy we saw was dangerous.

“Wait, really?” Marvin is serious again. “In what way?”

One second. JJ texts something, then puts his phone in his bag so he can sign better. There are these weird guys who Chase and Jackie ran into who are from another world. There was also a third guy who came here with them who’s apparently some kind of villain.

“You mean aliens?”

No, like different dimensions.

“Like the dark place?”

No, more like Earth.

“…Huh.” Marvin pauses. “Well we still gotta take this cat to the vet. We can look for that guy later. He disappeared anyway, so we can’t find where he went or anything.”

Mag’s eyes widen- Um no vet thank you! He presses up against Marvin and starts to mewl in distress and acts scared, even if it pains him to do so. As he does he tries to send some influence to change the boy’s mind- {if that guy is around- he could be scary. I should head home- I can bandage up the cat’s wounds myself. Maybe even take it to a friend’s. And the cat is too freaked out to take the vet but it seems to like me! Keep the cat close.}

Marvin looks down at the cat and frowns, worried, as it mews. "Oh fuck, it's really upset. Uh... maybe we should go home, actually. Or no, wait, we should meet up with the others to talk about this guy. D'you think Chase's mom has big bandages? We can fix the cat there, I don't think it'll like being away from me."

JJ frowns. What the hell are you talking about? You KNOW you're supposed to take strays to the vet!

"I dunno, this guy's probably not a stray, I guess."

Well then it's not our cat and we shouldn't get attached. We should take it to the VET so that they can look at that chip thing.

"But it's soooo cute," Marvin whines. "Please, JJ?"

We can't just bring a cat to Chase's house! JJ says.

"Yeah we can. Look, I'm doing it right now." Marvin starts walking down the path, heading to the edge of the park. There's a pair of bicycles hooked up to a rack, one of which has a basket. "I'm gonna steal your bike for the basket, watch out!"

Shocked, JJ hurries after him, taking out his phone on the way and starting to text some more. Behind them, a shadow flickers in the branches of a tree.

Mag settles down and purrs against Marvin, content he’s on the right path now. Chase huh? Perhaps his own puppets have found their way as well… he could be patient. He settles in against the boy, feigning affection.

Marvin reaches the bikes and carefully puts the cat in the basket, which is just big enough for it to be comfortable. He then gets on the bike himself and waits for JJ to get here.

Your bike is weird, JJ complains.

“Your bike is weird.”

JJ rolls his eyes. I told Chase about the cat. He says we should take it to the vet first but he’d be fine if we brought it.

“No time, let’s go.” Marvin jerks his head at the other bike. JJ sighs, but gets on the bike. The two of them head out. A shadow disappears from the tree, and a faint giggle echoes in the empty park.

Mag let’s himself settle in and kneads at the basket before going back to lick his paws. All while keeping his bit of influence strong. Seems like the other boy was a headstrong one… {Very good Marvin. This cat is very important, very special. This cat needs to be by you. Keep it safe.}

#swap into the crystalverse #SITCV PNPT #pnptau #paranormalpreteens #alt anti #swap magnificent #bro fantastic #love this section alt and bro just mostly get to be cute with the kids!!

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do you have any lifting horror stories? like, almost getting arrested or just seeing some random shit

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i actually dont!!! ive never been caught or really sussed although i do have a story of getting “caught” for smth i didnt do!!

i was at the mall (the one i frequent) with my bsf and we went into zumiez to look around. i rarely go into clothes stores personally i get all my clothes from the thrift store so i usually stay out of them but my friend wanted to go to zumiez so we went. i showed her this cute little bear beanie and i was like omg so cute and then set it back down. we went through the store and she found this weed shirt that she wanted so i ofc l!fted it for her there was too hard tags so we were in and out.

this fucking minimum wage paid dude comes walking after us like several stores down while we’re AT our table eating our food (we got wetzels) and he’s like “hey so i work at zumiez and i just wanted to let you know that you stole a beanie from our store.” i was like “let you know”? 💀 i think i’d know if i stole smth dude so i was like “umm no i didnt” bc ofc i didnt and he was like “yeah you did i saw you” and i was like “no you didn’t, i didn’t steal shit” and i was pissed and wanted to be like go check the cams but obvi i did get that shirt so </3 but then he was like “okay! so yeah just letting you know i saw you steal that” and then he leaves. also my friend said “you can check our bags” but he didn’t hear her and just walked away. and i’m like okay wtf and my friend is hella confused so we just keep eating. a little later i saw this lady like leaning so conspicuously against a shop like across the mall from our table and i was like bruh and then she walks over WITH A MALL SECURITY GAURD and i’m like ur fcking joking so she’s like “hey i work at zumiez and one of our employees said you stole something so can we just check your bags” and we were like yeah whatever check our bags and they did and they DIDNT FIND ANYTHING. (the shirt was ON the table but my purse was covering it) so we were like we didn’t steal that and then my friend is like “i think he probably thought my jacket was the beanie because they’re both brown” and the lady is like “yeah… sure..” and then i was like she said he could check our bags and she was like “well that’s not what our employee said” and we were like well we said it so wtv and then they left I WAS PISSED LIKE we didn’t want ur cheap ass hat bruh fuckkk offf