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dante-mightdie · 5 months

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Blue-collar Simon with a frugal girlfriend. I am absolutely projecting onto this rn lmao.

A sweet little thing with a taste for shiny stuffy and pretty clothes, but an even bigger taste for money. It took one look at her from across a Chick-fil-a, witnessing her glancing over her shoulder as she grabbed a handful of sanitizing wipe packets and stuffed them into the side-pocket of her purse, for him to fall in love and ask her out right then and there.

Got him to cut down on smoking when she pointed out that a single pack of cigarettes—ten dollars—is the same price as a Costco pizza that could feed them for a minimum of two days. He doesn't quit completely, but does so less frequently and favors bumming smokes off of coworkers.

Always complains about him having a truck and how the miles per gallon is so bad. Keeps track of how much they could've saved if his pickup didn't take up so much gas. Diesel, at that.

"You know I need the flatbed for work, dove."

"You could honestly just get a car with a good MPG and hitch a trailer on the back."

He almost laughs, but swiftly shuts his mouth when he realizes that that's actually not that bad of an idea. It would make loading and unloading supplies easier, and it wouldn't force so much weight onto his rear axle.

Sixth sense for sales. Avid user of coupons. Always knows what places offer which discounts that they qualify for. Clearance aisles are the go-to. Knows when happy hour is everywhere. Avoids more expensive stores (aka Target) like the plague. Has not paid for a single piece of produce in her life; all veggies are grown by hand.

Loves to go to stores, but rarely buys anything. Simon tags along and gags at price tags with her. They both consider this a date.

On actual date nights, reader makes it clear that she does not care for gourmet restaurants or their dogshit food. Homeboy almost dropped to his knee right then and there. Peak of fanciness is Olive Garden. And even then, it's only at the location where she knows the manager from high school so they can get a discount.

In truth, they both prefer simple dates where it's just the two of them, like stuffing pillows and blankets into the back of his truck and ordering takeout while watching a movie on his laptop. She's creative, too, and Simon couldn't be more ecstatic about it. He's got his girl, food, his truck, a barely-tapped wallet, and his lil wifey bae is happy. What more could a man want?

She dresses real cute, which often has Simon wondering where she gets her clothes bc she almost never gets things when they go shopping together.

"Those new?"

"The pants? Yeah. They were like... seven dollars, I think."

"Where'd you get those for seven?"

"Shein."

"Ah."

Yeah she does not give a single shit about name brands. If it looks good, feels good, and is cheap—it's hers. Could not care less about Nike n shit.

Simon ofc feels a little bad about not being able to spoil her, but lemme tell you when money is an object—it is very much preferred that it be regarded as such. There is nothing more attractive than a financially responsible man.

In the beginning of their relationship, Simon once tried to be that guy and got her an accessory that she'd been admiring. It was pretty, but all broke girls will understand when I say that the want for something DIES if it's overpriced. Gone. As if it were never there. So he was a little shocked when he surprised her with it a few weeks later and her face dropped. Like genuine existential dread just plastered on her face, clear as day.

She told him that she really didn't want it after she saw how expensive it was, but he insists that she deserves a few luxuries. Only problem is, he begins to notice how overwhelmed with guilt she becomes when she sees it. She hardly ever wears it, and she really doesn't mean to be dismissive of Simon's generosity—but she just can't help but feel buyer's remorse any time she remembers it exists. It makes her feel terrible, and all she can think about is how much better the money for it could've been spent. When Simon realizes that and returns it, it's like a weight is lifted from her shoulders. Gave him THE sloppiest head that night. Besides, she prefers Simon's pearl necklace more than any other piece of jewelry.

He's smart enough now to know that money really doesn't buy her happiness. She's so perfectly content with her way of life. It also reassures him that she wouldn't ever entertain the idea of opting for a man with money to waste. Not when she's found someone who gets her and her reluctance of spending like Simon does.

absolutely adores a financially responsible girl! doing everything you can to make sure you two can live comfortably

watches you note down recipes that you can batch make and freeze to save money, no wastage in this household! simon will never complain when you say its leftovers for dinner

he's just such a simple man but in the best way possible. nothing gets him harder than walking into the kitchen to see you cutting up vouchers for the groceries

except maybe watching you haggle with someone. he took you to a market once and watched you talk a vendor down from £50 to £10 when he pointed out a hoodie that he liked

fucked you so good that night you walked funny for days <3

used to smoke straights but when you told him how much cheaper it is to roll his own cigarettes, he hasn't looked back since

IKEA dates. loves walking hand in hand with you around the large store, talking about how you're gonna decorate the house he's gonna buy you someday

doesn't miss the little smile that flicks across your face when he shakes his head at the bookcase you point out,

"£100? I can make you tha' for half the price, lovie..."

#mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #bluecollar!simon

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rowdyslove · 8 months

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𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎. | luke hughes

꒰ pairing: luke hughes x genderneutral!reader

꒰ genre: angst + fluff (slightly suggestive towards the end) + hurt/comfort ;established!relationship!au | oneshot

꒰ synopsis: after deciding to avoid the boy for weeks, you finally show up at his door the night before he has to leave the city and head off to new jersey to accompany the devils in the playoffs.

꒰ word count: 4k

꒰ author’s note: wrote this in less than 2 hours.. its currently 3 am rn :/ i’m surprised i even had the energy to write this in one shot

whenever you thought about it, you would always start getting emotional over the thought of when luke would be leaving. whether it was for summer vacation over at his family’s lake house, or just a simple few week visit to his brothers in new jersey or vancouver.

you would get emotional one way or another, no matter how long he was leaving for.

not specifically a dramatic kind of emotional, of course. it wasn’t like you would be completely sobbing tears or throwing temper tantrums over not being able to see him for the periods of time he was gone; if that was the case, then luke knew for a fact that he would never be able to handle leaving you alone for as long as a single hour. especially since those days of his summer absence happened every single year.

but now, he had the chance to play in the nhl with his brother, jack. even though it was only for the playoffs, to him it seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity.

every single time he left to somewhere though, you would just get a little clingy. clingy in a caring way though, reminding him to take care of himself while he was away, making sure he was having a good time, or telling him to think about you when he was gone.

and luke did. he always did. whether it was a night in his soft bed after a day full of wakesurfing or simply just spending time alone studying in his dorm room. he always kept a big space for you in his mind, and he had always shown that he was thinking about you by sending you pictures of the sky and texting you about how his days were.

there were even times when luke became the clingy one, spamming you with all the pictures he took from his trips. you still remember all the times you playfully joked about blocking his number after he sent you frame-by-frame pictures of his brother jack falling off the wakeboard and into the water. you could see the exact moment when jack realized he was about to fall, his eyes widening more and more in each frame before his arms started flailing out in a poor attempt to keep his balance. when the three brothers came back home at the end of summer that year, you made sure to give jack a pat on the back and a ruffle to his hair.

for some reason, instead of getting emotional about luke’s departure this time, you felt different. not in a sense that you weren’t feeling numb to the idea of him leaving; you just simply felt different.

you were over-the-roof ecstatic the first moment you heard that luke got drafted to the new jersey devils and got to finally make his lifelong dream come true. it was always a dream of his to play in the same league alongside his brothers jack and quinn, and you were beyond proud of him to achieve such an amazing opportunity.

it was only until he broke it to you that he would have to move out to new jersey when the full season finally came to actually pursue it, when the realization finally came to you.

he had to leave. he wasn’t breaking up with you, but he did have to leave. it was just for a week for now. but to you, that week would feel like hell, with the tight schedules of training day to day and the long distance. you had no idea how you were going to handle the next hockey season when he would have to leave you for a whole six months straight.

luke was only leaving the city, but it felt like he was leaving you entirely.

after he told you the news, you left him to his own devices. stalling and wasting away the time you could have been spending with him, to spend by yourself. you put a pause on all the clinginess and caring reminders, and left him with unread messages and missed calls.

all of the thoughts that came to your head became too much for you—too many things you were uncertain of.

what if you couldn’t be patient enough to wait for his return this time? what if he found someone else while he was away? what if he couldn’t find the time for you because of how busy he would be? what if he completely forgot about you?…

luke zipped up his suitcase and plopped his hockey bag right in front of his dresser before he heard a sudden knock. he barely spared a single glance over his shoulder to his bedroom door, his back slightly arched in exhaustion from the depressive feelings that had been taking a physical toll on him for the past few weeks of you not talking to him.

it was his last night in his family home. his last night in his hometown before he had to go. all of that alone was enough to make him start feeling homesick.

but absolutely nothing had helped him prepare himself for the tragic ache his heart would be in when he realized that he might have to leave without seeing you, without touching you, and without hearing you say how much you love him one more time.

the impatient knock he once heard came again and he finally stood up, straightening his back the best he could, his brows furrowed with annoyance. he stepped closer to his door, ready to just tell his mom for the fifth time now that he had all of his hockey gear packed and would be bringing enough clothes with him. but when he swung open the door, he was met with you who he saw standing on the other side instead.

“hey luke…” you mumbled, clutching your jacket shoulder tightly in your hand.

his mouth opened, but only to be met with a breath being released. you seemed to be just as tired as he was, and he could tell by the puffiness around your eyes that you had been crying for what must’ve been the past few days.

as much as he did want to immediately wrap you up in his arms, to feel your chest against his, he found himself just stepping aside and giving you the space to come into his room.

his room was just as dim as it usually had been during the late night hours, since luke had a habit of turning off the main light that hung from the ceiling and just flipping on the lamp that stood upon his bedside table.

the first thing your eyes landed on was his hockey bag and suitcase on the floor, fully taped hockey sticks stood again the wall and luggage all packed up and ready for when he needed to leave in the morning. your heart dropped a slight bit at its indication of his departure, but you took a deep breath in and exhaled, relaxing yourself. you talked yourself through this, you thought about this whole situation and you wanted to give him your full support of his dream, instead of just dwelling in sorrow and misery before all your sadness replaced itself with guilt and missed chances.

“i see you’ve already packed.” you spoke up, gesturing towards his bags before you turned to face the boy.

“yeah umm,” luke started with a nod, “i leave for my flight tomorrow morning.”

you hummed in acknowledgement, feeling defeated by the last words. the tension between you two felt more like craving than it felt awkward, the air around you just waiting to be broken out of its restraint. turning to gaze at his open closet, you raised a brow at the pile of empty hangers lining up the left side of his closet before your eyes landed on one of his few hoodies he actually liked that was hung up in the very far right corner. a light baby blue hoodie hung all alone away from everything else.

you sighed sheepishly as you brought up a finger to point at it, making sure to keep the sobs that clung at your throat down. “you’re forgetting your favourite hoodie.”

luke looked over to the point of your finger, his own fingers fiddling together nervously as his mouth slightly hung open in a poor attempt to explain why he had chosen to leave it there. his mouth fired out the words quickly as he just stated out the obvious. “i’m going to leave it here.”

you frowned at the boy, your lips curling downward. luke softened at your pouted lips and curious eyes, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “but why? you look so good in it and it’s your favourite one too.”

his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip as a faint smile blossomed on his face, “i know it’s your favourite one too.”

you sucked in a choked breath, understanding the meaning behind why he wanted to leave it behind. he wanted to leave it for you, as something to remember him by while he was gone. it was a way of him telling you that, even down to the last second, he was always thinking of you—a way that didn’t require the usage of spam texts and well thought out confessions of his love for you, which he was never really good at anyways.

just one hoodie and a few stray t-shirts in an otherwise empty closet, all of them covered in his comforting warmth and lovely scent.

you bit down on your lower lip as you tried the hardest you could to hold in a sob as you walked over to the closet slowly. it was alot less messy than it usually looked, which felt very out of place for you. actually being able to see the stack of shoe boxes stuffed at the very back of the closet was very unfamiliar—they were all usually covered by clothes he threw over top. occasionally those shoe boxes would only ever see the light of day when luke plowed through the clothes to find something to wear or when you would go through to steal one of his oversized shirts.

peeling the blue hoodie off of its hanger, you carefully threw it over your head, marvelling at the way it hung so loose around your torso and almost down to your knees, the sleeves covering your hands. you felt content and warm wearing it. bringing up the sweater paws that had taken over your palms to your face, you inhaled at the smell of them and closed your eyes. the smell of his mother’s flowery detergent mixed with luke’s musky cologne overcame your senses.

it was like a match made in heaven; a smell that you could always recognize. it was a scent that had become like home to you, and it still felt like home to you even now.

would you ever end up forgetting the smell? would you still remember it if he ever stopped feeling like home to you? would your heart end up losing him from the time and distance soon to come between you two?

luke sighed from the feel of his heart shattering in his chest when he heard you choke out a sob. he knew you had began to cry, your tears now staining the hoodie sleeves as you weeped away with your thoughts and fears, and he wasn’t really sure what to do. he was never really the best at helping others with their emotions, because he was never really put in the position to.

“y/n..” he took a quick step forward but halted his movement when you turned around.

“i’m so sorry for ignoring you these past weeks.” you said, your voice timid and cracked, but still loud and strong enough to make luke’s heart pound heavily against his ribcage. “i’m really sorry if i made you think i didn’t support you or your dream. i need you to know now that i do and if you have to leave me in order to do it, then you should.”

to be honest, the thought that you didn’t support him never crossed his mind. he just somehow knew that you would support him no matter what. you had always been there for his university games, and you listened to him pour out his feelings whenever they encountered a loss, yet you never failed to praise him on how well he did and how proud of him you were—you were always the first person there for him when it came to him and his passion for hockey.

you were upset, and he understood that. he knew how your head worked. he knew that you would be having thoughts of uncertainty, constantly wondering if your relationship would work out in the end. since he got drafted, he knew that he would end up having to leave you for much longer than just this one week alone, and he knew that you were not ready at all for that.

he didn’t carry any amount of anger towards you for avoiding him until the last minute like you did. for one, he did understand your reasons why. and second, he couldn’t bring himself to get mad at you at a time like this, when he needed his last few moments with you to be nothing but pure love.

heaving a heavy sigh, he sat right down the middle on the edge of his bed, opening his arms wide and beckoning you over to him softly, “come here sweetheart.”

and you did, stumbling closer and closer to him until your thighs met with his knees. he leaned to grab your hands, giving your hands a few loving squeezes before he pulled you onto his lap, settling your knees on either sides of his thighs and circling his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling off.

you sniffled when he pressed soft kisses to your cheeks, soon lightly giggling when he grimaced at the faint taste of salt from your tears. you burst into another fit of giggles when he went back in to kiss your cheeks again, mending away all the trails of tears that fell down from your eyes.

“i missed you so much,” you muttered, your voice almost completely giving away as you cupped his jaw in your palms and stared into his wide almond-shaped eyes, thumbs grazing his cheeks lightly.

“i missed you too,” he mumbled under his breath, bringing your chest closer to his, “i am so sorry for making you cry my love.”

you hummed in disagreement as you shook your head. your fingers pressed against his cheeks, almost clinging to them and hugging his face carefully, and luke never wanted you to let go. your accepting smile made him fall more and more in love, over and over again. he physically had to compose himself to not plunge into you with rough kisses right then and there.

“i’m sorry for waiting all this time. we could have been this close like this every night if i didn’t.” you said quietly, trailing over his features with your glazed eyes. “i hope i’m not too late.”

luke smiled, his eyes squinting with a small crinkle of his nose. you could never be too late for him. his heart was always ready for you at any moment in time, whether he was just thinking about you in silence or having you pressed so close to his body.

luke would always be ready for you. for all that you would give him and for all that he wanted to give you.

“you know, it’s never too late to kiss me sweetheart.” he whispered closer to your face, breath fanning over your lips, feeling you lightly squirm under the weight of his words.

rolling your eyes at him playfully, you squeezed his cheeks before gladly leaning in so you could press your lips against his. his fingers gently clawed at your lower back as his other hand flew up to hold the back of your neck, quickly finding any way he could to touch your skin.

oh gosh your lips. your soft, soft lips. luke could preach over a thousand words about how kissing you always made him feel so needed and loved. how your kisses made him feel like there was nothing else in the world he couldn’t do.

they opened a kind of gate to his heart he didn’t even know he had, and it was one that could only be opened by you.

with the influence of desire that filled his chest, luke suddenly started grazing your bottom lip with his teeth, his brows furrowing with passion when he caught your lip between his teeth. you let out a breathy moan in surprise. pushing yourself further, you opened you parted your lips, allowing luke to connect your tongues in a more fiery kiss.

adrenaline coarse throughout your lungs, causing a ruckus of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. he never kissed you with such urgency before, silent pleads piercing the tip of his tongue and desperately longing for more and more of your lips lustful movements against his. the way he kissed you made you breathless.

luke kissed you, intending to let his lips linger on you even after whenever he decided to pull away. he wanted the shape and taste of his lips to haunt over you every day and night that he would be away. and damn, he was doing it well so far even while he was still there. you were being drenched in bliss, letting him take full control over you.

through the heated moment, luke forced himself to pull away from the kiss for a brief moment to allow his hazy mind and breathless lungs to settle down. both of you were feeling hazy, drifting somewhere away in paradise and neither of you had any plans on leaving that paradise any time soon.

you kept yourself close to him, your upper lip positioned tenderly against his, taunting him and daring him to let go. your eyes were just as gone as luke’s were when you stared into them, and you worshipped the way his green irises could always pull you into him so effortlessly.

“i love you, okay?” he stated breathlessly, his tone filled to the brim with sincerity. “and i’ll keep loving you, even in ten years from now.”

ten years from now, whether he only got to talk to you every weekend or every three months. even if he had to fight through struggles of finding the time in his busy schedule just to catch up with you. luke loved you, and he would wait forever until he could physically love you again.

“wait for me to come back please.” he pleaded, the mossy ocean in his eyes seemed tearful and ready to spill like a waterfall, causing heartache to pool in your chest. he was clutching the hoodie that covered your frame and keeping your hand pressed to his cheek, his shaky movements only calming down your want to break down again.

wait for me. remember me. hold on to me.

luke was pleading to you over and over.

you felt like crying again. the eruption of sadness stayed no matter how many times you convinced yourself that things would turn out just fine; that you could live without him being near you for whatever amount of time that may be.

you could deal with the quiet for a while. you could deal with not being in his presence when you came to his house. you could deal with the untouched skin and unkissed lips.

you could. you just had to.

“i will, i promise.” you replied in a hushed whisper, resting your forehead against his. “i’m going to miss you so much.”

luke pressed his thumb onto your cheek, swiping across the underneath of your eyes and wiping away the wet trails before they could fall, making you smile softly as you leaned your face into his palm, keeping your eyes on him.

“i’ll text you all the time. and if i don’t, then jack will.” he grumbled with a short scoff, remembering how it took no amount of effort for jack to get your phone number the first time you all met, while it took luke a whole week just to muster up the courage to do so. “we’ll both keep in touch.”

“you guys better,” you said threateningly, making him chuckle.

and then he kissed you again, much softer this time though. it was like a form of sealing your promise to each other. a promise between two young adults who held such genuine, tender and kind love for each other.

“when is your flight tomorrow?” you asked after pulling away, adjusting your legs to wrap them around his lower back instead. “my flight leaves at eight in the morning, so i’ll be leaving here at around seven.”

that was a much earlier time than you usually woke up at. but either way, you never really planned on seeing him off anyways. turning into a big sobbing mess in a public area so early in the morning would not look so pretty. you would much rather just leave things as him bidding a soft goodbye and a forehead kiss to your sleeping form, and maybe you would silently sob in the confines of his bed once you woke up.

“i won’t be going to the airport with you sadly,” you said with a sigh, running your hands through his curly locks before circling your arms around his neck.

luke flashed you a faint smile, a bittersweet yet endearing one. his fingers gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, brushing the hair away from your face. “do you need anything from me before i go?”

“you should actually be the one getting something from me,” you said tapping his nose with your index finger and pressing your chest up against his for more much needed closeness. “i am very, very proud of you lukey.”

he gave you a small peck upon your lips, “thank you sweetheart.”

the two of you just looked at each other after that. affectionately drawn towards each other like yin and yang. you simply couldn’t help but whispering those three beautiful words, combing through his lushous hair as the words “i love you” left your lips, like a secret only luke could hear.

“i love you too,” he returned quickly, his eyes shutting for a brief moment, allowing him to relish in the euphoria of your fingers massaging his scalp so gently. “are you sure you don’t want anything from me?”

you thought for a moment, your brows furrowing slightly. there weren’t really anything you wanted to ask of him. most of the things you wanted were for him to not leave, which was ultimately out of his control.

“call me when you land in tampa.” you reminded him.

“of course love,” he hummed. “anything else?”

you sighed lightly, keeping your eyes on him. there really was nothing else you needed from him. all you needed was the boy himself, and you had him the moment you stepped into his room, and you were going to stay for every minute until he had to take his leave.

luke could see what your eyes were telling him. you didn’t want to spend the night with simple words. you only wanted to spend the night with love and emotions, whether they were loud or quiet, or maybe even tender or rough.

you leaned in, your eyes moving from his eyes and down to his lips. “just stay with me,” you breathed into his mouth. “until you have to leave me.”

luke wasted no time in claiming your lips once more with his, rough exhales fanning against both of your faces as he kissed you so desperately to fulfill the insane amount of lust and desire he was holding for you.

the soft lamp shade dimmed suddenly, as if it was closing its own eyes at the sight of him flipping you over softly to land on his bed, his body hovering over yours closely—like the lamp felt shy at the sight of swollen lips and soft skin marked with love, worship, and devotion.

stay with me until you have to leave me.

luke could do that. and instead of just your lips this time, he planned for his presence to linger on your entire body even after he left as well.

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bau-drabbles · 1 year

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a/n: creds to the prev people that did this! :)

your insta but you're dating aaron hotchner, part 3

okay i promise this is the last time 😭 i made this in such a rush, it's so ooc. pls forgive me and enjoy 🤍

part 1, 2, 4

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y/n_xo: aaron and his dimples 😍🫶

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d.morgan: and then you have reid who's standing behind him like a skin walker

its.emilyp: he looks like a kid who's gone to tell his dad he ate all his food including the veg

itsjj: he looks like henry when he vomited at 2am and came into my room to announce it

penny.garcia: my sweet boy, he looks like he needs a big long hug!! 🥹🥹

d.morgan: he's fine sweetness, he's going to live 😐

its.emilyp: its okay derek, spencer loves you too

d.morgan: i already know, who wouldn't 😏

y/n_xo: this is not tinder pls, i just wanted to appreciate aaron's dimps 🥲

itsjj: aww father and his son 💗

a.hotch: one is enough, thanks

d.morgan: loool you heard the man, reid. no one likes you

a.hotch: you leave him alone right now 🤨

reid.gram: you heard the man, morgan. no one likes you 🥱

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y/n_xo: he's so cute 🤍🥹

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d.morgan: yknow sometimes i forget hotch is a whole father

reid.gram: same. he's so angry all the time. i can't fathom him showing any other emotions beside it

y/n_xo: he's so nice to jack, i can't remember last time i even got a kiss 🥲

itsjj: this morning when we walked by your office 🤨

penny.garcia: or last night when we were at the dinner 🤥

the.davidrossi: or literally anytime you both are together 😐

a.hotch: i literally kissed you just a minute ago. but okay

its.emilyp: ignore them all, baby. i'll give you all my kisses 👭

its.emilyp: has he been working out? 🤨

a.hotch: it's all natural, i assure you

d.morgan: he's lyin. he asked me to help him work out

a.hotch: have you never heard of privacy before??

itsjj: i was going to say, he's been looking.... a little bigger lately 🤔

y/n_xo: JJ 💀💀

itsjj: is that not what the kids are calling muscular?

penny.garcia: right?? recently he's been coming in sweaty like he's been running for miles

y/n_xo: sometimes he does ;)

itsjj: 👁👄👁

reid.gram: i am so close to blocking you from my phone

d.morgan: i really did not need that vision in my head 🤢

penny.garcia: i also did not need to see our boss in that light please

y/n_xo: shouldn't have asked 😌🫶

the.davidrossi: i think its time to slip into early retirement

y/n_xo: finally❤

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y/n_xo: i love u my grumpy man

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a.hotch: i love you more, my sweet ❤

its.emilyp: wake up and break up rn

reid.gram: the way i fell into a endless void of nothingness for all of eternity

itsjj: aww you guys are so cute😁🔫

penny.garcia: right, you guys are so adorable!! (i've had enough of living)

d.morgan: highway during rush hour looks mad comfy rn

a.hotch: please every single one of you seek professional help

its.emilyp: two bros holding hands 6 feet apart because they're not gay

y/n_xo: EMILY :(

itsjj: em you know he's just shy

its.emilyp: of what? me personally, i'd be flaunting y/n everywhere 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

y/n_xo: (s)creaming 😻

a.hotch: Y/N! 😠

d.morgan: you do know... we can read these right?? 🤢

reid.gram: i think she likes feeding off our fear and horror

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y/n_xo: i'm abt to give strauss a quick call 🤨

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the.davidrossi: please like erin would go for you 💆‍♂️

y/n_xo: i didn't think she'd go for a mean old pasta man yet here we are

penny.garcia: is that jealousy i smell? 🤔

its.emilyp: he's actually ecstatic that his secret is out #rotch4life😍

reid.gram: you mean *roach

a.hotch: is that how this team refers to me, as the chief supervisor? 🤨

its.emilyp: yep 🫂

d.morgan: she said it^^

its.emilyp: omgg conspiracy theory, hotch dated y/n so he could lust over rossi in private 😹

reid.gram: it's not a conspiracy if it really happened ☝

a.hotch: this most certainly did not happen!

its.emilyp: well you know what they say, guilty until proven innocent

the.davidrossi: nobody says that!

its.emilyp: okay and how do you know?? exactly you don't. case closed 🗣

d.morgan: honestly rossi... it feels like you're trying to cover up your tracks 😏

its.emilyp: the closet is glass, we know and it's okay ❤

itsjj: we all love youu 🥹🫶

the.davidrossi: all of you better sleep tonight with a lock. i'm coming after every single one

penny.garcia: if you kill me, could you try not to ruin my hair? the curls are no joke 😩

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotch fanfiction #david rossi #derek morgan #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau

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beannary · 11 months

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I could totally be reading too much into it but! Does Draxum actually care for Donnie? Like how a parent would care? To me it seems like Big Mama is trying to take away his son. I'm reading that right or am I seeing things?

No you are totally reading that right!!

Draxum is in like a super weird headspace rn because ok, he just spent years of his life working towards this one goal, to create these super soldiers and he finally succeeded! It’s so exciting his plans are coming to fruition! And then just at the moment of victory not only do his soldiers get ripped away from him, so does every other thing he’s ever built and created in his lab. He goes from the highest moment of his life to the lowest moment. And then a moment of hope! One of his soldiers got left behind! And he’s just so ecstatic because all is not lost! He has this one specimens left. But then as he spends time with his creation he realizes that he didn’t just make a solider, he made a full child. He has a baby and in the short time he has with the baby he comes to truly love and adore it. The whole time for Draxum, the creation of these super soldiers was this fantasy for him and now that he’s here and he’s cradling his soldier in his arms he realizes he’s created more than just you know a solider but a full child. And so during the short time he has with three he becomes so protective over him. And then once he is finally falling into this new routine Big Mama comes in and sweeps it all away.

He’s just really going through it now

#bean babbles #answered asks #anonymous asks #tlp au #the little prince separated au #Draxum is a cringe fail divorced husband (he has never been married)

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atsushi-fan-page · 2 months

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This is kinda dumb but can u tell more about the discord server (age, people, channels, etc)

YES I CAN

*tour guide voice*

Because the ages of our members are mixed between minors and adults we do have a rule against explicit nsfw content until I (owner) am over 18, jokes are fine though. Once I am 18 we can make a separate 18+ area for nsfw content. Until then for everyone's safety and comfort, it's a no.

We have several channels specifically for creating content, and roles for those who want to stay updated on the creating of said content. But you can ship/discuss/make content for anything as long as it's sfw and not minor/adult or incest (that rule can be bent on a case by case instance if you dm a mod tho, sometimes its part of a fic or theory and we understand)

We have channels for general discussion and discussion of other fandoms, which you can also use the creation channels for.

We do have a spot for rp, no one really uses it rn but if someone did id be ecstatic.

And we have a manual verification system so that if any trolls get in we can ban them without them actually harming the server in any way.

#bsd #skk #sskk #bungou stray dogs #bsd atsushi #akutagawa x atsushi #atsushi bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs atsushi #atsushi bsd #atsushi nakajima

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vykodlak · 8 months

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hi, hope you don't mind me asking you for a music recommendation but do you happen to know any metal songs with pipe organs, or otherwise very strong church-y vibe I guess? :3

You can't get much churchier than Баtushka. I can only vouch for the albums Litourgija and Panihida being good though. The vibes get weaker from hereon out (metal's not known for its earnest love for the church 👍) but here's what else I can think of rn.

Actual pipe organs are kinda rare but you can also find heaps of bands who do keyboards that simulate the sound (or something close to it). Gothic & doom metal in particular loves them. Check out uhh Skepticism (see also Farmakon). Ecstatic Fear, Pantheist (& O Solitude), Atramentus, Quercus, Folterkammer (more operatic). Bell Witch (Shows up in Mirror Reaper too). If you don't mind somewhat of a goofy haunted castle vibe mixed in there's also Abysmal Grief (keys ahoy) & Cultus Sanguine. Conan - Grief Sequence was an interesting tidbit from last year. And I guess, if all else fails, Powerwolf (stossgebet still one of their best songs).

For other misc. stuff there's some Virgin Black, My Dying Bride, Some Isole. Apocalypse Orchestra are more medieval hurdy-gurdy-sounding but I think that fits well with a churchy vibe. Similarly in the medieval vein, Dautha. Ecclesia are over the top, hammy as hell doom/heavy inquisition larpers. Ethereal Shroud's They Became the Falling Ash for something mournful. While Heaven Wept for more ham. Aastral, more chanting (the relentless hammering can get a bit distracting here but there are some cleaner sections). Andvaka for something slow, ritualistic & heavy. Colosseum (keys here), Funeral's Tristesse (+ Demo '99 & Burning With Regret). Omination for something apocalyptic. Am Himmel for something more amorphous. Rotting Christ. For more ''church cemetery'' try Ningizzia, Serenades, Shape of Despair. Abduction's Jehanne for even more medieval vibes. Tristitia (REALLY cheesy, might be of interest due to how heavily they lean into the aesthetic).

Kinda pushing it now: Ulver's Bergtatt is pagan bm, but has kinda 'gregorian chant'-type vocals. Thergothon. Gehenna, maybe, if you want MORE creepy synths.

#sorry you said songs but its mostly full albums lmao;#text

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ronanceautistic · 18 days

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How Nancy and Mike's sibling relationship would be in the "Nancy is raised in the Lab AU"?

Mike would love her so much, and he'd be ecstatic when Karen tells him Nancy's staying, but he'd quickly realise it means no longer being the only child (this is before Holly is born). He'd struggle especially at the beginning, when Nancy would need a lot of attention and care from Karen. And he'd get upset, but Karen would fix it by saying 'why don't you help me help Nancy settle in, then?'

He reads her all his favourite books and shows her all his favourite movies. And he loses his mind after showing her Star Wars and Nancy conjures up an actual (luckily not harmful) lightsaber with her mind. He also helps her learn to read (which I presume she couldn't because Eleven couldn't, right?)

Also, and this is unrelated to Mike I just wanna yap about lab kid Nancy. The Lab always being temperature controlled so Nancy's mind is blown by the concepts of the seasons changing. Irrationally upset (projecting here) when the summer heat starts kicking in and she wants Karen to 'turn it off'. Karen has to teach her that she's gotta wait, like, four months for it to get cooler and so Nancy takes to yelling at the sun to turn off. Just a thought not related to my life at all! (I am sweating rn)

#nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #guys send me more lab Nancy asks I wanna ramble

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siriuslysatorusimping · 4 months

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Hi again Kiko!

So, I am making an 8 hour drive home to see my fam for the holidays and this song has been on repeat for me.

https://open.spotify.com/track/4iya38ctQ1httyA6NOG9oW?si=QfUk2RhmRjuC2Py2DWW8EQ

I know you have a specific vibe in music for Goinko but this feels like them rn, the whole world is their oyster and happiness is out there 💚

RAI, YOU SENT THIS SO LONG AGO AND IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG 😭😭

FIRST, I HOPE YOU MADE IT HOME SAFELY!!!! EIGHT HOUR DRIVES ARE THE WORST.

in all honesty, this song is a vibe, and I actually like it more than I expected 👀 I feel like it's Physical Paradox Goinko 🤔🤔 maybe a bit of Another Level now that they're in their happy ending!!

I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS WITH YOUR FAMILY!! 💕💕💕

I know you lost your grandfather this year, and holidays are always harder for me because they remind me of my grandmother so I hope you're doing well in that regard. My family had Christmas over the weekend, and my parents have my grandma's old dining table. I was sitting there with my nieces and nephews and thinking about how ecstatic my grandma would have been to see seven great-grandkids around that table.

Sometimes, I feel like Physical Paradox is me giving Yuzuki a bit of the life she deserved to get in Another Level. Rinko getting to have sweet moments with her mother always makes my heart melt 🥹

#kiko and rai convos #sweet asks #goinko song recs #rai's messages

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charmixpower · 8 months

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You said you were happy to give more ,so I'm back for the sweet sweet child Valtor HC's (any plans for writing a fanfic? ). You've opened pandoras box and you can't close it now.

Muah! I'm so glad you're enjoying this little crack au that I got WAYYY to attached too and am now taking seriously XD

I could do like a one shot fic or something but my main concern rn is surviving s6-8 and wow

Anyways here's some SWEET headcanons

Not all of them are nice bc I cannot be dragged away from the angst but most of them are!!

Valtor is legally a ward of Light Rock and will be until he turns 18 and competes in his rehabilitation. I imagine that Light Rock is actually a nice place, the Trix just did not jive with it or the concept of becoming better people. He does therapy at the compound, and his favorite type is art therapy. Valtor really likes it there with his 76 well trained older brothers who are also technically guards

He picks up a bunch of different hobbies at Light Rock. He loves all the activities. They introduce him to theater and it goes exactly like you expect. He LOVES it, and invites the winx et al to all of his shows. He loves the costumes and dramatics about it, and eventually he's listening to Stella talk about types of stitches so he can make his own clothes too

You know those magic limiters the Trix wore on their foreheads at Light Rock? Valtor wears one but he can break it and take it off whenever they want. They're still trying to find a way to actually limit his magic, at some point Valtor got involved in the process

People were first really worried that Valtor could take off the magic limiter whenever he wanted but it slowly became clear that he's perfectly content to stay put so eventually no one cares. The Light Council even gives permission for Valtor to use his magic eventually, despite the fact he's supposed to be limited

Valtor was the one who told Bloom how to get to Obsidian. Like he was there when that happened and he spent all his time after the Ancestrals got trapped trying to get them out so he can just tell the Winx

He obviously doesn't go with them, just because he has the ability to use free will and the obedience built into his essence is now gone doesn't make him immune to mind control spells and he'd rather not. He also REALLY never wants to be face to face with Belladonna ever again, Icy was bad enough tbh

When Bloom puts her hacks powers back where they belong (in Domino) and becomes a normal ass (still stupid powerful, shes related to Daphne AND part of fire mixed with her magic at this point) fairy, she has to learn how to fight like a normal person instead of abusing the fact she doesn't get magic exhaustion. She spars with/around Valtor, primarily because as the Wizard of Magic he can tell her when she's getting exhausted bc she doesn't notice

When the Winx practice group combat they usually spar with Valtor too, who is ecstatic to spend time with the Winx AND use his magic, and they're all there like "if you didn't pull your punches for most the year and have an obvious exploit in your design (aka if you were a nomral born person) we would of never won."

Valtor is technically transformed 24/7 and can straight up die from magical exhaustion. Unlike other magic users who would just detransform, collapse, and pass out, he's far too sustained by his magic to survive without it. This is one of the said design flaws that could be used to defeat him, please note how both this and ripping his elemental components apart would both kill him

He's a kid but he's the WIZARD OF MAGIC, literally anything that's magic is under his domain and he absolutely treated their fights as games bc he COULD curve stomp anything. Belladonna wasn't fucking around when she created him

He still considers Bloom his sister after she gives up her HAXXS that makes her magic feel like his. Bloom thinks this is adorable and takes him out for family time. Valtor looks forward to whenever anyone comes to visit him, especially when he gets to leave the compound (it's nice there but he's used to having access to a lot more space) but especially when Bloom does it

Magic attaches to symbols easily, and Valtor made his mark to make really complicated magic (like Witch magic mind control and Fairy magic power boosting) easier on himself. He made the symbol at like 4ish and has been using it since. Sometimes he makes the symbol from his hands when he just shoots magic at the problem bc he thinks it looks cool

Eventually Helia takes over administration over RF from Saladin Valtor likes to hang around the place and he gets to help out with combatting magic lessons! Exciting for Valtor, terrifying for literally all the students. Riven and Diaspro tend to be around™ bc Helia harasses them into being around and they do not help the situation. The staff at RF uses Valtor to haze the freshmen. Valtor eventually notices this and is stuck between intentionally freaking them out and not wanting people to be afraid of him

Bby Valtor is Belladonna's biological son, no father. He's made from a combination of all the elements instead of just fire and his true form is more uncanny and otherworldly instead of chthonic looking. A very strong "I shouldn't be looking at this" energy, his appearance sets off the flight or fight response but it's not incomprehensible or anything. He's still humanoid it's just when you're a creature closest in make-up as all 5 of the gods of your world you end up looking weird. Still dragon looking tho

Nabu comes around often to just chat with Valtor about his magic. As a scholar Nabu is thriving asking questions about Valtor and Valtor loves the attention, everyone else is a little concerned if Nabu should be getting child that nearly took over the dimension thinking about how to use his magic more efficiently but it's fine. Valtor is a good kid now

Btw if the planet of Espero (where dimension wide government buildings are hosted, including Light Rock) was ever attacked....no it wouldn't be <3 Valtor would put an end to that shit so quickly it wouldn't even be a fight

#winx club #asks #child!valtor #winx au #rus chatters #winx Valtor #winx

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