#and aaron doesn’t fully understand why

[indigo-greer-collins]

✨how jealous/possessive do i headcanon the listeners to be? ✨

angel: -1000/10 — they aren’t jealous at all, aside from the fact that david is down horrendous for them, he is very direct/blunt about rejecting people especially after he got married. they know they don’t have to worry about a god damn thing (none of the listeners really do, you get what i mean)

baabe: 2.5/10 — they aren’t too jealous, but they know asher being the total sweetheart he is sometimes completely forgets his attractiveness and doesn’t immediately realise he’s being hit on so they have to point it out to him. asher makes a really big show of how married he is though, so they too will be fine1!1!1!

sweetheart: 6/10 — sweetheart is the type to get disgustingly affectionate with milo when they see strangers getting a little too close to comfort. it’s not really from being personally insecure or anything, it’s just what’s theirs is theirs (milo eats it the fuck up). they’re also very aware they bagged a fine piece of ass so

darlin: 1/10 — surprisingly not really that jealous! theyre at a place where they’re fully aware that neither of them are going anywhere unless one of them dies so. in fact it kinda boosts their ego to see him get hit on by other people and then watch him turn them down. (i think if anyone made him uncomfy they’d swing though)

lovely: 7/10 — aside from the fact that lovely has a history of a good thing being taken from the way too soon, vincent and lovely have always been fiercely defensive of each other. i always imagine they crank up the PDA to 12 if anyone tries to hit on either of them.

treasure: 5/10 — they do get jealous, but also often shame themselves for feeling that jealousy. it’s probably from the hyper awareness they have, they know where the jealousy roots from (never really having anybody in their corner) and why they feel it so intensely. they really wish they weren’t like this (porter finds it endearing though, and is arguably worse)

freelancer: - ♾️/10 — i feel like this one’s obvious

dear: 2.5/10 — people tend to think lasko’s easy. and he kinda is! but for them specifically, not just anyone! unfortunately people don’t understand that memo quick enough for their liking. they don’t do much to signal to people he’s taken though, cuz they don’t have to! lasko will fold at them so much as playing with his hair.

starlight: 0/10 — they have literally been to hell together and back, they’re gonna be just fine. avior can be a little jealous/possessive sometimes which they find extremely attractive

honey: 4/10 — rarely admits to it and won’t do anything about it, but they can get jealous from time to time due to them being a little insecure about whether or not they’re in guy’s league/the right fit for them. guy is excellent at reassuring them that they are, and if he detects that they might feel off around anyone he makes the biggest most insufferable show of them to cheer them up

smartass: 5/10 — smartass & aaron perfectly match each others jealousy/possessiveness levels i think, like the other half of this scale goes to him LMAO. smartass occasionally pisses themselves off realising that there’s probably people out there who actually fantasise about having him/want him. they are immediately reassured that he’s not going anywhere by how clingy he gets whenever they get time together.

sweetie (azmidi): 1/10 (there’s a pattern with the d(a)emon’s listeners isn’t there)… — other people couldn’t even dream of being able to handle him. next pls!

warden: 7.5/10 — you will NEVER catch them admitting it, but even sensing others attraction to vega can irritate them a little. they’re aware he looks good, so they try to distract themselves from it, but vega knows and adores it because they’re way worse.

[odetojupiter]

so, we know that abuse and victim responses to abuse are very central to aftg, but what i find interesting is how other characters respond to the victim’s reactions, especially when it comes to mourning their abuser. there’s something about kevin mourning riko, aaron mourning tilda, neil mourning mary, andrew mourning cass, thats so important to me because it really truly highlights how even when people are united through similar traumas, the differences in their situations makes it impossible to fully understand the relationship a person has to their abuser. neil, aaron, and andrew are united through the abuse, neglect, or - what the fuck is the word i’m thinking of? permit? condone? i mean, knowingly allowing it to happen and not intervening - stemming from a maternal figure. but neil can’t understand why andrew would hold on to cass for so long - he refused to let her go until aaron came into the picture. and andrew can’t understand why aaron would mourn for tilda, potentially viewing aaron’s grief as a betrayal of their promise. and they all ridicule kevin for his reactions to riko. of course, neil and andrew are also abused by riko, but they still can’t understand the complicated relationship between kevin and riko because, at the end of the day, they just weren’t there.

i mean this is primarily an observation but i really love how trauma and trauma response is depicted as nuanced, complex and overall just difficult to understand from an outsider perspective in the books. it reads as really real, and though it can be frustrating when a character doesn’t understand a different character’s response, you have to understand that their perception of said character’s response is warped by their own experience of abuse.

andrew bounced from home to home, never had stability, so obviously he held tight on to the first mother-figure that didn’t outright hurt him. his self-worth was probably low enough that he thought living with drake was a fine price to pay to keep cass.

neil only ever had his mother, and he’d willingly accept her harsh hands because he believed she was just keeping him safe from the very real dangers that were closing in on them.

aaron was dealing with an addiction, and so was his mother; he was equally dependent on her to avoid withdrawal as he was scared of her anger.

i don’t really have a point anymore but you get what i’m saying

[happiest-hotch]

Can you write something summer-y for Hotch? Maybe he comes home early from a case and finds Reader and Jack having fun in the pool? Or anything that gives that summer feeling lol

One of the best things about living with Aaron and Jack, aside from getting to live with your favorite people in the world, is the pool.

You didn’t understand why it was such a deal breaker for him since he and Jack barely used the one at his old apartment, until summer rolled around and with it, the heat.

DC’s heatwave would have killed you without a pool.

Jack had jumped in right after soccer day camp and after an hour of cooling off, he finally agreed on coming inside for dinner. The routine is a little more relaxed when Aaron’s away, even more so when it’s summer vacation.

That reason alone is probably why he easily convinced you to get back in the pool after dinner and TV, just before bedtime.

But it’s Friday and wearing him out means he’ll sleep to mid morning Saturday and hopefully it serves as a distraction from him missing his dad. Night time is usually when he misses his dad the most do you do what’s possible to ensure he’s asleep as son as his head his the pillow.

Aaron has echoed the same feeling when you talk to him on the phone, and he definitely has it worse, halfway across the country in Dallas where the weather is switching between thunderstorms and extreme humidity.

“You wanna play Marco Polo?” You ask Jack, distracting yourself from looking at the barbecue and remembering Aaron grilling just before he left.

He splashes some water your way before answering. “Okay, you go first. I’ve been practicing holding my breath though so you’ll lose.”

His identical competitive spirit to Aaron’s doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you grin as you splash some water back.

You cup your hand over your eyes, listening to him splash away from you. “Marco!” You call.

“Polo.” The reply came from a voice far too deep to being to an eight year old and you pull your hands off your eyes to see Aaron standing by the pool’s edge.

“Daddy!” Jack exclaims, jumping out of the pool and running over to hug Aaron. He’s soaking wet, dripping with chlorinated water, but Aaron don’t hesitate to hug him. He shed his jacket and tie, but you’re not sure how he’s coping with how hot it is in a long sleeve shirt and dress pants.

“Hey, bud.” Aaron greets him. “What are you doing up at…” He pauses to check the time on his watch, eyes darting to you still in the pool. “…8:42.”

You give Aaron your best puppy dog eyes, although you know he’s not mad. “Swimming, duh.” Jack replies, sassy as always.

You bite back a chuckle as Aaron does the same thing. “Yeah, I gathered that.” He says.

“Come in.” Jack insists. “You have to.”

“It’s late and you should probably be in bed already.” Aaron says, taking the firm line like you expected he would.

It’s okay though because you have a plan. “Can you give me a hand up?” You ask, swimming to the edge and holding your hand out.

Aaron frowns slightly, but he’s too excited to see you to ask why you won’t use the stairs. “Sure.” He reaches out to grab your hand but you pull hard, overpowering him easily since he doesn’t expect it.

You quickly swim out of the way, and he lands in the pool behind you, yelping- hilariously- when he hits the water.

Jack’s laughing with you, thoroughly amused by your mischief and enjoying seeing his professionally dressed dad in the pool.

When Aaron surfaces, he’s failing too glare at you. He’d fully commit to the bit of being annoyed if he wasn’t smiling so widely.

“You’re naughty.” Aaron says, waggling his finger at you.

You swim closer to him, brushing some hair off his forehead. “Welcome home.”

[aaronsbisexualsugden]

“I can't" vs “I don’t”: an unhinged rant into the void Essay

This little moment is so special to me because I think it really sums up Aaron’s true feelings perfectly. After Robert’s confession that he still loves and wants to be with Aaron, Aaron says “what about what I want?”. Robert responds “I think you want this” and kisses him. Aaron pushes him away and says "I can't". The “I can’t” is so significant to me because he could have said "I don't", “I don’t want this”, “I want John”, “I don’t want you” etc. Saying “I don’t” would imply an internal lack of desire, but Aaron clearly doesn’t lack desire for Robert, as shown by him running out of the wedding ceremony to find him moments before, and the passionate kiss a moment later. “I can't" on the other hand suggests he can’t want Robert because of external forces. A feeling of duty to John and a fear of losing Robert again. That’s what’s stopping him.

Robert’s sacrifice to let Aaron be free and live his life just left Aaron feeling abandoned, not free, even if it was done out of love. "I can't" hints at that trauma. Aaron is thinking If I let you in, will you abandon me again? Aaron’s true feelings (beneath the anger) are just deep pain and fear. Neither of them fully processed the loss, they never healed from the pain, because they never stopped loving each other. "I can't" is self-protection, it’s maybe If I resist, I won’t get hurt again. “I can’t” is Aaron’s conflict summed up in one line. It means I can’t throw away my safety net (John), I can’t admit I still love you, because I can’t survive losing you again.

The fact he kisses Robert immediately after proves "can't" was never about want. He wants Robert as much as Robert wants him, he literally struggles to resist him, but he’s absolutely petrified. That’s why he married John and that’s why an affair is inevitable (🤞). He wants to jump but he’s, understandably, way too scared to jump without a safety net in place.

[sequinsmile-x]

Bound

She wanted to be part of it, to sit here squished between the two of them as Jack learnt more about the woman he’d had stolen from him when he was so young, but she didn’t want to intrude, to insert herself into memories that she was not meant to be a part of.

AKA the one where Emily, Aaron and Jack look through old photo albums, and Emily learns something new about her boyfriend.

-x-

Hi besties,

This is a, slightly belated, birthday fic for the lovely @sometimesitswho <3 I hope you had a day as lovely as you, and that you enjoy this fic!!

This is soft, silly, and exactly what I needed to write to get through the middle of the week!!

As always, let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: none!

Words: 2.9k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily sighs contentedly as she steps out of her bedroom, rolling her neck against the ache that always seemed to come after sleeping on thin hotel mattresses and pillows that weren’t hers. The team had just landed back in DC a couple of hours ago after three days away on a case, and the first thing she’d done was jump in the shower the second she got home - standing under water that bordered on too hot as she washed away the horrors they’d seen the last few days.

She smiles as she walks past her couch, pausing to pet Sergio as he stands on the back of it, delighted to see her after putting up with the neighbour who called in to check on him whilst she was away. 

“What should I get for dinner, buddy? Chinese food or pizza?” She says, grimacing as she thinks of eating takeout again, but aware of the fact she had no energy to go grocery shopping. Her phone chimes with a text, and she pulls it out of the pocket of her FBI hooded sweatshirt, Aaron’s sweatshirt, and she smiles when she sees a text from the man in question. 

Fancy coming over? Jack keeps asking why you aren’t here. We both miss you.

It had been a month since their first date, since she’d finally kissed him and then tugged him into her apartment by his tie, and she knew she’d never been happier. No one on the team knew about them yet, and they were figuring out a way they could tell them about the shift in their relationship, so when the jet landed there wasn’t a chance to discuss anything beyond ‘see you at work on Monday’ like they were simply colleagues, not a couple who were still very much in the phase of their relationship where they couldn’t get enough of each other. He was the first person she’d been with since the damage Ian had left behind, and she knew she was the first person Aaron had been with since Foyet. It made it oddly comforting, made her feel less self-conscious, knowing he was in a similar situation too. Like they were starting all over again, just the two of them, as if anything or anyone that had come before them happened to somebody else. 

Even this early on, she knew that wasn’t something that would really go away. It would change, it would grow and mature along with them, would shift from taking the time to memorise every bit of each other and creating mental roadmaps of each other's hills and valleys, to something more settled. Something built on the strong foundation of knowing another person as well as possible. No less comforted or in need of the other’s presence, but more used to, more reliant on it. 

She calls him instead of replying via text, and she sits on the couch. Sergio immediately climbs into her lap, headbutting her hand for the attention he’d missed from her. She scratches his head and smiles as he curls up against her, purring so loudly he practically vibrates with it. 

Aaron answers the phone on the second ring, and she doesn’t have to be looking at him to know he’s smiling, “Hi sweetheart.”

“Hi,” she replies, letting her eyes drift closed at the comforting sound of his voice, “I miss you too,” she says before she can stop herself, her cheeks warm with embarrassment she doesn’t fully understand, “I don’t want to intrude, though.” 

“You’re never intruding,” he replies, “And I wouldn’t have invited you over if you were. Jack wants you to come over too.” 

“Yeah, Emily, come over.” 

She sinks her teeth in her lower lip in an attempt to contain her smile at the sound of Jack in the background, as if her happiness was something she wanted to hide even from herself. She’d made it clear to Aaron from the start that she didn’t want to overstep, that she never wanted to get in the way of his time with Jack, but for every part of her that wanted to spend all of her time with Aaron, there was an equal part that wanted to do the same with Jack. She’d fallen in love with the little boy long before she’d fallen in love with his father, drawn in by his dimpled smile and his bright eyes from the moment she’d first met him when he was a tiny thing balanced on his mother’s hip. 

“It’s a tempting offer,” she says, but her heart pangs when she looks at Sergio, guilt for leaving him alone again after only just getting home burning her from the inside out. 

“You can bring Sergio over too,” he says, anticipating her needs as always, “Even if he does hate me.” 

Emily rolls her eyes, “He doesn’t hate you,” she says, unable to stop her smile from getting any wider as he chuckles down the line, “Are you sure?” 

“I didn’t buy all those things for him just for fun, Em. It’s because we love having you both here.” 

She laughs, “Well, I guess we’re coming over then.” It warms her from the inside out when she hears Aaron tell Jack that she’d agreed to come over and she hears the little boy celebrate, “I’ll grab dinner on the way over. Pizza? Do you guys want the usual?” 

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” she replies, “If you’re providing bed and breakfast for Sergio and me, the least we can do is provide dinner.” 

“Okay,” he says, knowing better than to argue any further, “We’ll see you soon?” 

“I just need to pack a bag for me and get Sergio sorted, and then I’ll be on my way over,” she says, and she can hear his smile again, and she finds herself almost desperate to see it.

“See you soon, sweetheart.” 

She has to press her lips together to stop three little words from escaping, purposely keeping them in her chest where they belonged for now, “See you soon, honey.” 

___

The moment she arrives, she’s almost knocked over by Jack. He runs at her, his arms tight around her waist as he hugs her and talks at a million miles an hour about everything he’d done at school since he last saw her. She’s got her bag over her shoulder, Sergio’s carrier in one hand and two pizza boxes in the other. 

“Buddy,” Aaron says, his smile wide as he watches from a few feet away, looking relaxed and happy and hers as he stands there in a t-shirt and sweatpants that match the sweater she’s wearing, “At least let Emily into the apartment.” He says, taking the pizza boxes from her whilst he winks at her, “We need to help her with all her things.” 

Jack nods, his expression serious as he steps back from her, “Right, sorry, Emily.” 

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she says, running her fingers through his hair. “Want to take Sergio?” She offers, handing over the carrier, smiling when she hears a discontent meow from inside, “You remember how to open it up, right?” 

Jack smiles and nods enthusiastically, taking the carrier to the couch to set it down so he can let the cat out. “Hi, Sergio.” As soon as he unzips the carrier, Sergio bolts across the apartment, and Jack frowns, his expression nothing short of adorable. 

“Don’t worry, Jack,” Emily assures him, her bag and shoes now on the floor so she can tug him into a hug “As soon as he remembers it’s safe here, he’ll come out and say hi.” 

“Jack, will you go get some plates, please?” Aaron says, placing the pizza boxes down on the coffee table, and the little boy runs off, giving Emily and Aaron their first moment alone all day. Aaron wraps his arm around her waist the moment the pizza is no longer in his hands, and he tugs her closer, smiling as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Hi.” 

She hums contentedly and leans in to kiss him. “Hi,” she replies, kissing him again, “I miss you.” 

His hand slips under the hem of the sweatshirt she’d stolen from him and the t-shirt underneath, his palm warm and wide against her bare skin, “We spent most of the day together.” 

She scrunches her nose up and kisses him again, “It’s not the same, though. I can’t just kiss you in front of everyone.��� 

He pulls her in for a hug, and because she’s barefoot apart from a pair of socks, also stolen from him, she can tuck herself right against him, his chin on top of her head as he continues to run circles on her back. 

“We’ll tell them at Dave’s next week,” he assures her. “Then we don’t have to keep it a secret anymore.”

She pouts in a way she wouldn’t if she wasn’t exhausted and ruined by him in a way no one else had ever been able to come close to, “I still won’t be able to kiss you at work, though.” 

“True,” he laughs, the sound punctuated by a kiss against her lips as Jack runs back into the room, “One step at a time, sweetheart.” 

Jack hands her a plate, and they sit on the couch. Emily is boxed in by both Hotchners, and she tilts her head curiously as she notices open photo albums stacked on the corner of the coffee table, “What’s all this?” 

“We were looking at pictures of Mommy and Daddy when they first met,” Jack says, smiling appreciatively at Aaron as he places a slice of pizza on his plate, “Did you know they met in high school?” 

She nods as she holds out her plate to Aaron, smiling when he puts some pizza on there for her, “I did know that.”

Jack takes a bite of his pizza, but doesn’t let a mouthful of bread and cheese stop him from talking, “Mommy was so pretty. And Daddy was…well, Daddy.” 

“Thanks, Jack,” Aaron quips, and Emily hums sympathetically, placing her hand on his knee as she squeezes the joint. 

“I’m sure your dad was very handsome, just like he is now,” she says, winking when Aaron’s eyes meet hers. 

“When we’ve eaten, you should look at the pictures too, Emily. Daddy says we can’t look whilst we are eating because we’ll get the pictures dirty.” 

She doesn’t mean to freeze, but she does, her body briefly tense before she can stop it because this was something she didn’t know how to handle. She wanted to be part of it, to sit here squished between the two of them as Jack learnt more about the woman he’d had stolen from him when he was so young, but she didn’t want to intrude, to insert herself into memories that she was not meant to be a part of. Aaron notices, because of course he does, and he places his hand over hers on his knee, linking their fingers together briefly, his eyes soft when she looks up at him again. 

“That will be nice, Jack,” he says, assuring her with nothing more than a flicker of a smile that he was okay with it, “But we should eat first and then-”

“Wash our hands,” Jack says, rolling his eyes, “I know.” 

Aaron leans in to whisper to her, “That’s all you, you know. He never used to do that.” 

She smiles, any anxiety she’d briefly felt forgotten, and she shrugs playfully. “What can I say? I’m an excellent influence.”

___

They spend some time flipping through the albums after they’ve eaten, Emily leaning against Aaron and Jack against her with Sergio on his lap as she lets the little boy point out who is who to her. Aaron needs to correct him a couple of times, his voice soft and loving as he reminds him of what he’d told him the last time they’d flicked through these photos - pictures of the little boy’s mom and dad as kids themselves, moments frozen in time and kept safe behind plastic, both of them young and unaware of everything that was to come. 

Eventually, it’s time for Jack to go to bed, and he hugs and kisses her cheek and tells her he loves her before Aaron shepherds him down the hallway, followed by Sergio, who would inevitably end up sleeping on the end of Jack’s bed. She finds herself alone on the couch, still flicking through the photo album, finding herself unable to stop looking at pictures of the man she loved when he was a lanky teenager - all limbs and height he hadn’t quite grown into yet. She flicks onto the next page of pictures, and something catches her eye immediately. 

Aaron and Haley are standing in the middle of a group of friends, people she’s sure they hugged at graduation and promised they’d stay in touch with before their friendship faded - worn away with time and distance - and they are both smiling widely, but that’s not what she’s looking at. She holds the album closer, a gasp escaping her as it finally clicks what she’s looking at, and she chuckles to herself. 

“No fucking way.” 

Aaron, her stern, very serious, all sharp edges and pressed suits, boyfriend used to have an earring. 

“He’s curled up with Sergio and a book,” Aaron says as he walks back into the living room, “Do you want a glass of…” he trails off when he sees the look on her face, the mix of delight and shock as she looks up at him and lets out a surprised laugh, “What’s wrong?” 

She turns the album to face him, and his eyes go wide because he’d forgotten those photos were in the album he’d left her with, “You had your ear pierced?” 

He sighs, “Em-”

“Come here,” she says, reaching for his hand and tugging him down to the couch, placing the photo album carefully on the coffee table before she climbs onto his lap and grabs his right ear, “I can’t believe I never noticed…” she gasps in delight when she spots it, a tiny scar in the lobe of his ear that she immediately presses her thumb against, “You really did have your ear pierced,” she smiles as she pulls back, pressing her lips together when she sees the pink tinge to his cheeks, feels the way he squeezes her hips, “Sorry, honey,” she says, clearing her throat, “I just never…expected you to have your ear pierced.” 

He smiles, completely unable to stop himself in the face of her excitement at learning something new, something so unexpected, about him, “You’re not going to let it go until I tell you about it, are you?”

She shakes her head, her smile so wide it makes him ache before she leans in to kiss him, fully settling into his lap, her arms around his neck and her thumb and finger still pressed to both sides of the tiny scar on his ear. 

“Tell me everything.” 

“Haley dared me to do it,” he says, wrapping his arms around Emily to secure her to him, her side pressed against his chest as his hand once again sneaks under the sweater she’s wearing, “And I was a teenage boy in love for the first time and entirely unable say no to her,” he says, smiling as he thinks about it, “So we went and got it pierced in a studio that makes me shudder when I think about it now, and I let her pick out the earring. I had it for a few weeks. I took it out for high school graduation and forgot to put it back in, so it healed over. I tried to force it back through, but it wasn’t happening.” His eyes meet hers, and any embarrassment he’d felt is long gone, replaced with warm nostalgia and the joy of sharing this part of himself with the woman he loves. “Haley was disappointed, I was not,” he chuckles, and Emily does too, her hand finally slipping from his ear to his neck as she makes him look at her again, “She said it made me look cool. As you saw, it did not.” 

“I don’t know,” she says playfully, running her thumb back and forth over his jaw. “I think it looked pretty cool, too,” she says, leaning in to kiss him quickly, “Between your single diamond earring, and my Siouxsie and the Banshees phase, we would have made quite the pair in high school.” 

He chuckles at that and turns to kiss her palm, “I dread to think what you could have talked me into,” he says wryly, “I probably would have got my lip pierced or something to impress you.” 

Emily laughs and shakes her head at him before she kisses him again and then snuggles into his chest, her forehead tucked into his neck, “I like learning new things about you.” 

He drops a kiss to her hairline, words he didn’t know how to say quite yet pressed against her skin, “I like learning new things about you, too.”

[prongsandpetals]

no one asked for this but i’m saying it anyway because i am tired of this grandpa.

i dont hate jegulus or their shippers. personally, it doesnt make sense to me and my moral compass trickles into fiction meaning i dont have much interest in any of the slytherins. it could also be the fact that when people would create oc’s for james in their fics 10 yrs ago and made lily a raging bitch id be fighting them all in the comments- a fight or flight response that now has spread to jegulus- but thats neither here nor there. it brings people joy and they are fictional characters, and it doesnt physically hurt anyone!

but there is something to be said about some of the less savoury implications it has had on the fandom. it feels as though jily is in its own subfandom sort of pushed to the side, leaving two mlm ships to dominate. unfortunately a lottt of female characters have been forgotten or pushed aside because of this. a lot of people who joined the fandom not that long ago either dont know or forget that this fandom was not built on either wolfstar (who i love), or jegulus. yes, they popularised them, but this fandom has revolved around jily for over 10 years. not to mention many of these fics were written from lilys pov, meaning there was so much more depth put into the girls characters. to erase this is to erase the fandoms history.

the diversifying of characters is something amazing that has come more recently with the popularisation of the fandom and thats one of the good parts!! however if someone still views aaron taylor johnson as their james, that doesn’t make them a racist - the man has been james since at least 2006.

another (smaller) thing ive seen is someone will post a song or a photo and attribute it to a jily moment with harry that we can realistically see happening canonically and a comment will say something along the lines of: “this but its how james felt when regulus (insert something that did not happen here)” idk if its the autism but god those always get me a little bit, especially when it includes harry.

similarly, it feels as though people who ship jily are assumed to be less progressive. as a lesbian jily shipper i can’t disagree more. just because a ship is a straight ship does not make it a bad ship - i think we can all agree there are so many amazing LGBTQ+ ships out there now for everyone to enjoy. it does feel quite strange to me to place the two characters who created the child that there are seven books about into different ships, but people like them so its chill!! but when its just complete eradication or discontent with the canon ship… ;(

i also think that to have jegulus be endgame (except aus), a lot of james’s insanely important character traits literally HAVE to be erased. his hatred for death eaters and fight for justice, his unending loyalty to his friends - especially sirius- his black and white view on right and wrong, all of these traits become warped and stretched when it comes to jegulus. of course there isnt much canon to go off of so when people disregard it entirely i can understand it to a degree. but when you erase the important canon points we have on their characters, we are basically just creating oc’s with real characters names.

another thing that i find irksome is the fetishisation of these mlm ships- if youre gonna ship two men together do it right!! why are you calling regulus a cute little baby victim and james a big strong protector!! let them be complex and messy or dont do it at all! not to mention the erasure of a lot of wlw ships... lowkey gives girl who has gay boy best friend that thinks lesbians are weird… anyways off topic! ive heard people say its not fetishisation, its because the female characters arent written with depth- that’s why people read jegulus and wolfstar! okay? go give the girls some depth? regulus is a character we basically know nothing about canonically and youve turned him into a fully fleshed character who is now a lot of peoples favourite - it can be done with the girls too. there is such emphasis placed on wolfstar and jegulus for their deep, tragic love stories - and the marauders friendship in general. the gryffindor girls are right there. dorlene is right there. marylene is right there.

and if it truly werent fetishisation, i would argue that it can be a romanticisation of toxic relationships. a lot of people dislike jily because there is no “angst”. the angst is fighting in a war at 21 years old. the angst is lily and james’s differing blood statuses and the implications this has on their lives. the angst is having a prophecy hanging over their unborn child’s head that forces them into hiding. the angst is being betrayed by their best friend, leading them to sacrifice themselves for their family and the wizarding world. the angst is literally right there, but because their relationship is healthy and happy- one of the only things in their lives that is not full of pain- they are deemed boring.

again, i dont hate jegulus. i especially dont dislike anyone who likes the ship and gets something out of it. but there is so much change this fandom has gone through since their introduction and popularisation that has made interacting with the fandom as a whole almost unbearable sometimes, and thats what i do hate.

all in all, multishippers definitely have the most fun.

[daryltwdixon]

The Heart of Us: Chapter 5

After a thorough sweep of the woods, you and Daryl make your way back to the barn, each step in sync, a quiet yet comforting presence by each other’s side. The silence between you isn’t heavy—it’s filled with an understanding that words don’t touch. When you step inside the barn, you find Rick by a small pile of canned goods scavenged from the two cars outside, announcing to the group, “This is ours—no matter if we go to their camp or not.”

“What do you mean?” Carl’s voice breaks through, his eyes wide, arms thrown out in confusion. “Why wouldn’t we go?”

“If he were lying,” Michonne says, her voice low but steady, her gaze shifting from one face to another. “Or if he wanted to hurt us. But he isn’t, and he doesn’t.” Her eyes soften, a rare vulnerability as she continues, “We need this. So we’re going—all of us.” She scans the group, almost challenging anyone to contradict her, but there’s only silence.

You’re not sure what to make of it, not entirely, and every time you think about trusting Aaron’s offer, something in your gut coils, warning you against it. You don’t want to let yourself get your hopes up—hopes of shelter, food, water…a community. That word alone feels fragile, loaded with a promise that could shatter at the first sign of deceit. A community means walls, security, maybe even a chance to breathe without the constant weight of survival pressing down. It almost sounds like some distant dream, and the more you turn it over in your mind, the more you find yourself doubting.

Could it even be true, those steel walls he described? Or was it just a tactic, something he’s practiced to lure people in? Aaron’s eyes had a conviction to them, a confidence you don’t often see anymore, and yet that calm, polished appearance of his—it doesn’t sit right. Out here, survival is supposed to wear you down, mark you with the grime of every hard choice and desperate hour. But Aaron, even beneath his many layers, looked almost untouched by it all. He wasn’t as weathered, his clothes in better shape than anyone else’s, his face clear of the desperation that the rest of you carry. It’s unsettling, really, that he could be so composed while standing there, tied up, surrounded by the people whose trust he claims he’s earned.

You glance at him again, watching him lean against the barn pillar with a strange ease, even with his hands bound. It makes you question even more, the way he can be so calm, so sure of himself, as if this moment—this group staring him down, testing him—was nothing but a formality. How could he be so confident, unless he was hiding something? Every instinct screams that this isn’t normal. No one is supposed to look this certain, not out here.

But the idea of safety keeps nagging at you, creeping in despite your better judgment. A place with walls, with food and water—a place where you don’t have to wake up every few hours to listen for the dead scraping at the door. The temptation alone feels dangerous. You’ve survived this long by relying on instinct, by not letting yourself hope for anything beyond the next meal or a night’s rest. Letting yourself believe in something more feels reckless, like you’re playing with fire in a world that doesn’t forgive those kinds of risks.

And yet, you keep thinking about those walls he mentioned, about what it would mean to stand behind them, to have some piece of security—even just for a little while. Would it be worth the risk? Could you afford not to take it?

As you stare at him, Daryl catches your eye, as if sensing your silent battle. He nods slightly, a reminder that he’s here, that whatever choice you make, he’s with you in this. It grounds you, his steady gaze, but even that can’t fully settle the war inside your head. How much longer can you live like this, clinging to every ounce of mistrust just to survive? But the alternative—trusting a stranger, hoping for something better—feels just as dangerous, just as lethal in its own way.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of every doubt as it settles heavily in your chest. Aaron may be promising salvation, but every fiber in you resists. You aren’t ready to believe him. You can’t be—not yet. But the whispers of what he’s offering linger all the same, haunting you with the possibility that maybe, just maybe, something better still exists out there. You decide, in the end, to leave it up to Rick, to the others—the ones you trust with your life now, the people who have become your family. Every doubt, every instinct warning you against this still gnaws at you, but you know that if there’s anyone you’d trust to make this call, it’s them.

They’ve been with you through every dark moment, every narrow escape, every desperate hour. You’ve seen Rick shoulder the weight of impossible choices, seen Michonne’s calm wisdom guide the group forward, seen Daryl’s watchful eyes catch threats before they could strike. They’re the ones you trust to see through the deception if there’s any to be seen, to decide what’s right and what will keep you all safe. You feel the warmth of their presence around you, a silent reminder that you’re not in this alone.

“I don’t know, man” Daryl grumbles, breaking your silent inner dilemma, and he’s looking over to Rick as you settle in around them, “this barn smells like horse shit.” You glance at him, trying to read him, to understand how he can even entertain trusting Aaron when there’s so much at stake.

“Yeah, we’re going,” Rick says, voice barely more than a whisper, but the certainty in his tone is undeniable. You twist your head toward him, surprised by his conviction, but he’s already turned to Aaron to ask where his camp is exactly.

Aaron doesn’t answer right away, a stubborn silence settling over him as he looks Rick dead in the eye. “Every time I’ve done this, I’ve driven recruits home,” he says finally, his voice steady but cautious. “I believe you’re good people—I’d bet my life on it. But I’m not ready to bet my friends’ lives just yet.”

“You’re not driving,” you snap from where you lean against one of the wooden beams, eyes narrowed. “If you want to get home, you have to tell us how.” The tension in your voice leaves no room for argument.

Rick takes the lead, laying out a plan with careful precision. “We’ll take back roads,” he says, overriding Aaron’s suggestions of the cleared routes they’ve used before. Aaron bristles, his jaw tightening as he protests.

“The roads we use are cleared. They’re safe—your detours could put us all at risk,” he insists, his tone edging toward frustration.

Rick’s expression doesn’t waver, his voice low and final. “We’re not taking the main routes. We go at night. If it’s not safe, we’re gone before they even know we’re coming.”

His words settle heavily in the barn, lingering in the cold air. There’s some argument from a few of the others—murmurs of risk, of whether there’s sense in going at night, of the danger that waits in the dark. But as they think it over, the objections quiet. It’s clear that the stealth, the cover of nightfall, is the best way to approach this unknown place.

You feel a ripple of tension run through you at the thought of heading into the dark, of what might lurk along the way. But it makes sense. If you’re going to scout this supposed community, to see if it’s real, if it’s safe, then it has to be done with caution, away from open roads, out of sight. The idea of being out there, in the open, exposed like prey…no, you wouldn’t give anyone the chance to make you targets, to line you up like game.

Everyone seems to come to the same conclusion. The quietest, stealthiest way is the only way to approach this. You glance around at your group, their faces set in determination. They know the risks, but each of them is ready, prepared to move without a word, as if you’re all part of a single, silent shadow.

Aaron’s bound hands flex in frustration as he leans against the pillar. “No one is going to hurt you,” he says, his voice straining with an almost desperate plea. “You’re trying to protect your group, but you’re putting them in danger!”

Rick turns to him, his eyes cold and piercing. “Tell me where your camp is, and we’ll leave right now.”

But Aaron only shakes his head, holding his silence. The quiet stretches, each unspoken word a testament to his own determination, his own wariness, until finally, Rick nods, the plan set. “Alright, then. Eat, rest. We leave when night falls.” His words hang heavy, as if to remind everyone that their survival rests on their vigilance, on every detail of the night to come. You pull away to gather what you need, but your gaze lingers on Aaron, watching his every move, every twitch, bracing yourself for whatever waits on the road ahead.

➳

Night wraps around you like a cloak as you settle into the RV with the others, joining the huddled group around Judith and Carl, who clutch onto each other amidst the tense silence. In the driver’s seat, Daryl keeps a firm grip on the wheel, eyes flicking up to the rearview mirror, ever watchful of what lies behind. Ahead, the small car where Rick, Michonne, and Glenn sit with Aaron leads the way, its headlights a beacon down the twisting back roads and darkened parallel highways that stretch out like uncharted territory.

Your gaze drifts around the RV, landing on the new face: Eric. His slender frame, gentle bone structure, and disarmingly big smile feel foreign to you out here. His bright eyes seem almost too hopeful, too friendly, like he belongs to a world that stopped existing long ago. You shift, instinctively guarded. People aren’t supposed to be this…happy. Not anymore. He sits quietly with his wrists tied, a gesture he’d offered up without protest when you'd met him on the road, but still, your instincts keep you on edge.

A flash of movement catches your eye, and you twist around to peer out the front window, your blood running cold as you see the car ahead suddenly lurch to a stop. Glenn’s brake lights blaze red in the darkness, and the hair on the back of your neck rises as you realize what’s ahead.

“Daryl! Stop!” you scream, lunging from the side couch toward the front, gripping the back of his seat. Daryl’s head jerks up at your shout, and he slams on the brakes, bringing the RV to a screeching halt. It stops just in time, or else you would’ve hit straight into the sedan in front of you when they slammed on their own breaks, but now they're lost ahead in the darkness. You strain forward, eyes widening as the faint light from the car illuminates the scene ahead—a mass of walkers, a dense, writhing herd that stretches across the road, nothing but gore and decay under the night sky. Glenn had smashed through many of them, but their car is far up ahead, covered in a mass of walkers. You can only hope they got out the second the car came to a stop.

Without hesitation, you turn, shouting back to the others. “Everyone, out! Go!” You’re already moving, your pulse hammering in your ears. “We can’t stay here!”

Daryl cuts the engine, grabbing his crossbow with swift efficiency and throwing open the door. The second it opens, the chilling sound of hissing and snarling walkers fills the air, the undead riled up by the noise and the scent of fresh prey. Daryl positions himself just outside, ready to cover the exit as you swing into place on the other side, rifle raised. The others begin spilling out, feet hitting the dirt, the group dissolving into a flurry of hurried movement.

“Get into the woods, we’re right behind ya,” you bark, your voice carrying over the chaos as you take aim, firing off a shot that drops the closest walker. There’s no time for quiet kills now—you just need to get everyone out. You catch a glimpse of Carl clutching Judith close, her small face scrunched in panic as he shields her from the carnage. You shove down the worry gnawing at you for the others, praying that Rick and the others in the car have managed to break through the herd and find safety.

Once everyone’s out, you and Daryl fall into formation, him leading at the front, you taking the rear, your rifle ready, every nerve on high alert as you scan the dark woods around you. Branches snap underfoot, shadows twisting and shifting as you make your way deeper into the trees, the forest enveloping you in its black embrace. The walkers’ snarls grow fainter, but the cries of Judith—her sudden, frightened sobs—remind you that the threat is far from over.

The woods seem endless, branches clawing at you from every angle as you and the others press forward, ducking and weaving through the underbrush, trying to stay one step ahead of the walkers clawing their way closer. The darkness around you is punctuated by flashes of movement, snarling faces, and the sound of desperate breaths and hurried footsteps. You barely have time to think, your instincts taking over as you fire off quick, silent kills, keeping the path clear as you all move deeper into the woods.

Up ahead, the faint outline of an old structure appears, barely visible through the trees. It’s an old manufacturing facility, abandoned and crumbling, its cement walls worn down by time and decay. Relief flares briefly in your chest; it could offer at least a temporary reprieve. “There—keep moving!” you call, urging the others on as the walkers close in.

Just then, a stumble and a sharp cry cut through the noise, and you turn to see Eric, Aaron’s friend, sprawled on the ground, his eyes wide with terror as he scrambles to push himself up. But it’s too late—a walker is nearly on top of him, its rotting mouth open, hands reaching, ready to tear into him. Without hesitation, you leap forward, driving your knife deep into the walker’s skull. It crumples, collapsing onto the ground beside Eric.

He looks up at you, dazed, clutching his ankle with a grimace. “I—I think I sprained it,” he stammers, his voice shaky.

“Great timing,” you mutter sarcastically as you haul him to his feet. Begrudgingly, you slide his arm around your shoulders, bearing his weight as you urge him forward. “Hold on tight, we’re moving.”

You press on, your arm wrapped tightly around Eric as you drag him through the brush, every step a reminder of the urgency pressing in from all sides. Daryl keeps glancing back from the front of the group, his jaw tight as he clears the path ahead, pushing through the undergrowth until you all finally burst into the clearing just outside the facility. The others reach the entrance, rushing inside as you stagger toward the cement walls with Eric leaning heavily on you.

Once inside, you help him to a small supply room, settling him against the wall as Maggie kneels down beside him, quickly assessing his ankle. You take a deep breath, your gaze scanning the room until it finds Daryl, his eyes wide and wild as they land on you. Relief flickers across his face, and he crosses the room in long, hurried strides.

You straighten, meeting his assessing gaze, giving him a faint nod. “I’m fine, no harm done,” you say, brushing off any worry. “The guy sprained his damn ankle.”

Daryl’s eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn’t respond, his hand moving up to cup your face, his thumb brushing along your cheek as he searches your eyes, checking for anything you might not be saying. His touch is warm, grounding, the silent connection between you calming the frayed edges of your nerves. You allow yourself a moment, letting his presence steady you, the unspoken words lingering between you.

Finally, Daryl drops his hand, his voice low but resolute. “I’m goin’ outside. Gonna keep a lookout, raise the flare for Rick.” His eyes linger on you a moment longer before he turns and heads back toward the door, his movements purposeful, every step echoing with the weight of his promise to protect you all.

You watch him go, feeling that unbreakable trust settle in your chest as you catch your breath, preparing for whatever might come next.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

as one might expect, I am also asking for the boy with the teeth. --@quiescentdestiny

WIP Wednesday (4/3) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 101)

Neil isn’t sure what was going on with the others all through their little impromptu practice, but it makes him feel like he’s missing something huge. Hell, he thought he was the one with secrets here. But he might not be alone. 

Actually, he’s completely alone right now. Sort of. He's in a shower stall. Which he’s incredibly grateful for. 

Hiding marks and lumps and bruises has been a struggle his whole life long. And now it’s evolved to scars. None of them are pretty and they all come with a zillion questions. That’s why throughout his time in Millport he always opted to shower last, once everyone else was through. But he’s got plenty of privacy here, so he takes advantage of it. And borrows some of Nicky’s soap. 

He’ll have to get some of his own for next time and he jots it down in his mental to-do list. Other items on this list include: finding a safe to keep his binder in, dying his hair again, and kicking Andrew Minyard in the teeth.

He doubts the rest of his team would be alright with that last thing. Maybe he’ll save that one for later. He’s still not sure exactly what Andrew’s problem is. But he knows that he doesn’t like the way the goalie looks at him. Like he wants to hurt him.

Neil knows that look. He’s seen it hundreds of times on dozens of faces. And it always ends badly. He scrubs over that scar on his shoulder and sees a flash of his father, stalking towards him with the iron. Always ends badly… 

—

After Neil is done in the shower, he quickly towels off and changes back into the clothes he wore in. Then he’s not sure what to do. Because it’s strange to just stand in here and wait. But he'd rather die than have to spend a minute alone with Andrew out in the stadium. 

So… He chooses the creepy waiting option, which gets him a weird look from Aaron, the next one out. 

“You don’t have to wait for us. The door’s right there,” Aaron says, earning him no points with Neil.

“Kind of don’t want your brother to kill me or something while Kevin’s not looking.” Neil says, making Aaron’s face twist into something grave and making Nicky laugh nervously as he comes out of his stall with his towel around his waist.

“Yeah. You’re right. You should stay here.” Nicky says. Then he winks. “You can watch me change if you want to.”

Aaron fake gags and Nicky shoves him.

“Um, no offense. But no thanks.” Neil says, closing his eyes to lean against the far wall.

“Well, shucks.” Nicky says, then there’s the rustle of clothes. “You know, Andrew’s not that bad. I think you just caught him on a bad day.”

“Oh really? He must've been having a bad day in Millport, too."

“Yeah, actually,” says Kevin from his stall. “Andrew hates planes. So the flight we had to take to get there rattled him a bit.”

“Oh.” Neil can sort of understand that, but… “So him feeling rattled by a plane means I get my ribs smashed in?”

“Wait, what?” Nicky says, and he’s closer than Neil expects so he opens his eyes to see the backliner fully dressed and rubbing his hair with a t-shirt.

“Andrew swung a racquet into my chest in Millport.” Neil tells him.

“Oh my god.” Nicky looks down at Neil’s abdomen with wide eyes. “He… didn’t really tell us that.”

“I figured.” Neil shrugs. “It’s fine. I lived.”

“Kevin, are you almost done or are you planning on using the county’s entire supply of water?” Aaron says.

Kevin huffs. “I’m almost done.”

“God, the steam is killing me.” Aaron says, starting for the door. Nicky nods and follows and Neil gets in line behind him.

“Oh!” Nicky starts as the three of them exit the locker room. “I forgot to ask, how were you able to tell the minis apart?”

“Don’t fucking call us that,” Aaron says, shoving Nicky arm. But they’re both looking at him expectantly. So Neil gives them the truth.

“Your teeth are different.” Neil says, making Nicky freeze up midstep and Aaron turn to look at him, confused.

“Our teeth.” He repeats.

“Yeah. Andrew’s are sort of pointy. Yours are,” Neil almost says ‘crooked’, but that’s a bit ruder than he means to be, “normal.”

“Oh, that’s weird. I’ve never noticed,” Nicky says, a bit of high-pitched laughter following. Neil gives him a look. He’s not sure how someone who spends a lot of time with the twins wouldn’t notice. Neil recalls the way Andrew had grinned down at him in Millport, the lights had glinted off his teeth and made him look sort of scary. Well, as scary as a five foot tall gnome of a man can be.

“Why, my ears are burning,” says a voice from the stands. It startles Neil a bit, he looks up to see Andrew looking down at him. “You three must be talking about me. How rude.”

[ok555ficideas]

polished up bit of the next chapter of "Soldier, Poet, King"

Kevin and Wymack were driving in the car in complete silence. The last time Kevin was this nervous, he was on his way to visit an injured Jean at Abby’s back in spring. His heart was beating so fast, he was sure that it would beat right out of his chest. His hands were sweating and no amount of wiping them on his jeans was helping the matter.

“You okay?” The voice next to him broke the silence. 

“What-, “ he didn’t fully register the words coming his way at first, they came to him after a second or two. “Oh, yeah, I’m just worried about her.” 

That was an understatement, but he didn’t want to be a burden right now. Wymack has already done so much for him, it would be unfair to ask for more. 

“Didn’t know you two were close.” 

Kevin didn’t like the sound of Wymack’s tone. He heard that one before. He heard it repeatedly when the man was referring to a particular pair of Kevin’s teammates. 

“You know how Andrew and Neil are. Every time they even look at each other, I feel like I’m interrupting.” He didn’t want to sound bitter, but he knew his voice was full of it. 

He still hung out with them. Andrew was still keeping an eye on him and Neil practiced with him at night and they talked about Exy for hours, but he still felt left out. 

 “I’m still not used to being alone so, I had to find someone else to bother with my existence.” He continued full of self-pity. 

He knew he was difficult to hang out with. No one ever wanted to listen to his rants about Exy, except for Neil and even the redhead got easily annoyed by him at times. He tried to talk about his other interests, but despite his best attempt he always sounded like a know-it-all. He didn’t want to make other people feel inferior, but he always had trouble modulating his tone. 

“I’m glad you have friends aside from Andrew.” 

Kevin scoffed at Wymack’s words. He shook his head and quietly chuckled to himself before speaking. “Me and Andrew are not friends.” 

“Aren’t you?” 

“Andrew doesn’t have friends.” Kevin tried to not sound disappointed, but failed miserably. 

“He also claims that what he has with Neil is nothing.” Wymack pointed out and the gears in Kevin’s head started to turn. He didn’t want to think about that, he didn’t want to get his hopes up. “Regardless of that,” the coach continued,  “I’m glad you have Aaron and Katelyn, and you know, if you ever need to, you have me too.” The last part was uncharacteristically quiet. 

Deep down Kevin knew it was true, but he still couldn’t bring himself to open up to Wymack as much as he wanted to. But that was on him, not on the other man so, he felt the need to reassure him that he was doing a good job at showing it. 

“I know, thanks da-” Kevin had it at the tip of his tongue, but swallowed the rest of the word and tried to awkwardly navigate it into another, “vid,” He cleared his throat and purposely avoided looking at the other.

There was an awkward silence, and Kevin wanted to slam his head against the car window. Of course, he had to ruin such a good moment between them. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did he always have to be so awkward? 

“Sorry.” His voice was barely audible, but Wymack heard him. 

“Hey, no. Don’t be sorry, take your time.” The reassurance in the coach's voice made him feel even more guilty about the situation. 

“You are, you know” he stumbled through his words in a rush to make Wymack understand that this was not on him, “I mean obviously you are. I told you that already, but I see you like that too. It's just hard to say.” He paused for a second and wondered if he really wanted to reveal what was going through his head. “I saw him like that once, too,” he hated how small his voice sounded, “but I wasn’t allowed to call him anything, but master. It’s been a long time since I even wanted to, but I guess it still sits with me.” 

Kevin knew that this wasn’t the only reason. The master was only part of it, a part that he very much wanted to get rid off. He wanted to never think of that man ever again. He hated how much power he still held over him, how scared Kevin still was. Even in his head he still couldn't bring himself to call him anything, but master.

Thank you @gravitysthrall for inspiring the last bit.

[jqmalikhsgib]

stars

eleven

yn smiles and waves to fans as she walks out of her apartment in new york! currently she’s promoting fenty beauty. with it launching next month, she’s been busy making sure everything is ready and in order.

she’s currently heading to an interview. with her bump fully out, she’s excited she doesn’t have to hide anymore. aaron had been the one to encourage her to let the world know! since she’s outed their relationship, aaron had told her that so many people had called the precinct asking for him.

yn was worried they might follow him, but he’d assure her, he had it all under control. knowing him, he made sure the front had security scattered literally in every corner.

“rihanna, oh my god! i saw your post and tmz post but seeing you in person, pregnant! ive been a fan since the early days! congratulations.”

yn smiles. “thank you, love! it’s been a big journey for me!”

“and your husband, he’s really cute.”

yn smirks. “oh, honey! i know! thank you for the love, though. you’re amazing. love you.” yn waves before getting into the back seat of her vehicle.

“are you all settled in miss fenty?” her driver looks in the rear view mirror.

“yes, thank you!”

when yn gets home she sighs in exhaustion. she immediately goes upstairs, undresses, and shower. when she finally gets out aaron’s coming in.

she pouts while opening her arms out wide. aaron scowls before wrapping his arms around her. “what’s wrong?”

“miss you all day.”

aaron hums. “miss you too, baby. why the long face though? are you and peanut good?”

yn smiles at the nickname. “mhm.”

aaron pulls away a bit. he looks at her before lifting her head. “talk to me, yn.”

“just—body is aching. feet hurt from the heels.”

aaron huffs. “i told you, you need to wear comfortable clothes, love.”

“im not wearing maternity clothes aaron. i just can’t.” yn pouts.

“baby, it’s just until our peanut is born. then you can go back to dressing how you want.”

yn walks away.

“what’s going on?”

“just—those clothes make me feel less sexy. i—i want you to still find me sexy, aar.”

aaron chuckles. yn glares at him before he sits next to her on the bed.

“my wife’s being silly again! babe, you can wear a trash bag, id still think you’re the sexiest woman to walk the earth! look at you! you’re yn rihanna fenty,”

“don’t forget hotchner!”

aaron smiles. “yn rihanna fenty hotchner! one of the most sexiest women to walk the goddamn planet. the world thinks you’re, what are the kids saying? baddie?”

yn giggles. “mhm.”

“and they’re not wrong! lucky me i married you! no matter what you wear or how you look, ill find you sexy. you understand me?!”

yn hums. “im still not wearing maternity clothes.”

aaron shakes his head. “whatever you want my love. this is your world. im just living in it. but promise me something?”

“what is it?”

“whenever the heels get to be too much, you’ll change out of them? keep a pair of tennis shoes on hand?”

yn nods. “deal! now, you gonna fuck me or what?” she smirks.

aaron eyes widen. he could never keep up with his wife’s sex drive. yn being pregnant only heightened it.

“whatever you want, princess.” he kisses her neck gently.

[donotadoptme]

what was the members first kiss?

Do you know that tawog scene where Gumball and Darwin kissed each other while they fell off a tree, then they thought that they kissed the two girls they were with, and TOTALLY not each other? Yep, that’s how T.’s and Tae’s first kiss went when they were 12 and 14.

But like kiss kiss and not an accidental what your bestie gave you, Aaron T., 15, accidental drugs, hot girl, dirty bathroom stall. That’s all I have to say, thank you.

For Tae, when he was 16, he almost kissed a girl, then he fucked it up. It doesn’t matter how, only that he fucked it up and that he was sad. He’s back at T.’s house, sitting and thinking on T.’s couch, T. helping outside the house(it was a grill party), then two of T.’s cousins hop down on the couch on each side of him. Both girls, one is 15 while the other is 16. And they told him that, out of pity, they can teach him how to kiss. You’d think they were into him, but it really was because of pity. One girl grabbed his face then kissed him, just before he could process what is happening, the other one was already kissing him. And fuck, they did teach him some good shit. T. died laughing on this story tho, no he was not angry. He knows Tae and he knows his cousins.

Robaire, his first broken arm. He was 16 and went to a party, and of course, everyone signed his cast. Then in the bathroom, a girl who signed it too opened the bathroom stall’s door he was in. He was fully clothed and didn’t do anything illegal, just taking some time to cool off, Robaire likes these quiet moments when all that noise from the party is suddenly gone. He said it’s okay, tho he didn’t understand why was she in the men’s bathroom, but invited her to talk. Both drunk, it ended up as a hot make out session and him almost losing his virginity with it too, but they stopped before it could’ve happened. He likes thinking back to it tho.

Aaron Z. was hiding from one of his friends when he was 15. They were just playing, no pressure, so he didn’t mind it when a girl, barely dressed and soaked in ketchup.. for some reason. Ran up to him and started talking to our favorite Z., he actually kinda liked her company. But, the girl was alone. And was he going to let her walk home by herself? Absolutely not. When they got there, she invited him in, kissed on her bed for a while, then she fell asleep. He didn’t have her number, so Z. wrote a nice little note, put it on her dresser, then he walked home. But damn the butterflies he had for a week after that.

Jesse actually.. didn’t have anything special for a first kiss. A girl who was into him grabbed him by the collar and smooched him when he was 16 in the middle of the school, that’s it.

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Back on my sad sibling shit and there is something about the siblings in MCD that fuck me up heavy.

Like you have Levin and Malachi who were Aphmau’s first babies and both of them out lived their birth parents

Then you have Alina and Lilith who were originally Aphmau’s and Aaron’s but became Aphmau’s and Garroth’s

Followed by Laurance and Cadenza who were both adopted by different dads but became so close that they thought of each other’s dad as their own

Also the whole Ro’meave siblings situation and the horrible things that happened to all of them because their dad was crazy

Nekoette and Dimitri and finding out how to blend a relationship that you don’t fully understand because your a kid and adults don’t always know how to tell you the hard things

Also the siblings that aren’t siblings like Aphmau and Dante and the whole “well she doesn’t remember her past and for sure not her family” and “well nobody from his past remembers him except for the cause of most of his trauma” and them choosing to be family because if you don’t have 1 connection in your life built on nothing but love and respect and trust from the start then you’ll go crazy

I know I’ve made a post about siblings before but the ones in MCD get me because the only ones I can think of as not completely tragic are Nekoette and Dimitri and that is mostly to do with the fact that Kawaii-Chan looked at a boy who looks dead on her husband and an old friend who she could tell has been struggling and decided “well they need help and love and I’ve been doing both of those things for as long as I’ve been on screen so why stop now” and I love that

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What Is It ?

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Ephesians 4:2 With all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love,

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Exodus 16:4 Then the Lord said to Moses, “I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. In this way I will test them and see whether they will follow my instructions.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM CONTENT

I AM LISTENING TO GOD

I AM LOVING

I AM FULLY INVESTED IN GOD

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THOUGHTS:

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   Do we always follow God's instructions? Do we always allow him to guide our lives even if we desperately need something, even if what we need is right there? Do we do exactly what he says, or do we wait on him and hear him? Sometimes we don’t because we are like, God will understand and he will, but when God gives us instruction to do this or that for a reason, and sometimes he's waiting to see what we will do, will we hold on to the little instructions or will we ignore him and do exactly what we want to do.

   I can tell you that I have had moments where I had the opportunity to have more. Still, God said to do this and that, and I had to choose: will I do what I like, or will I do what He wants? When I gave my life to God, he asked me to remove this person from my life because they were hindering my growth, and I prayed and prayed because I wasn’t ready to let go of this person. I still tried to fit them into my life and make it right, but the more they stayed around, the more I realized they were unsuitable for my life with Christ.

   I removed this person, and the enemy kept telling me I needed them, and at that moment I felt like I did. The Holy Spirit showed me immediately, why he said they didn’t need to be there. If I can be transparent, that was a tough season in my life. Still, I made it through because I did exactly what he wanted; sometimes, when we do what we want, we cause ourselves to have more hardship and more problems than what is needed, but when we follow God and listen to his instructions, we learn His way is always what's best.

  Verse 6 So Moses and Aaron said to all the Israelites, “In the evening you will know that it was the Lord who brought you out of Egypt,

 From verses 6-9, God tells them I heard your grumbling. I heard what you wanted, but who will you complain to grumble? We talked about his the other week about how when we grumble quenches the Holy Spirit, it doesn’t make him want to be around us, but God heard their complaints and let them know I will take care of you, that’s why if we have a man or woman of God in our lives we must listen to them and not rebuttal against them at every turn, that’s what Moses dealt with, with the Israelites they didn’t want to listen to him and nor did they care to listen to God. Hence, they fussed and complained until they got their way.

  Verse 15-16 When the Israelites saw it, they asked each other, “What is it?” For they did not know what it was. Moses said to them, “It is the bread the Lord has given you to eat. 16 “This is what the Lord has commanded: ‘Everyone is to gather as much as they need. Take an omer for each person you have in your tent.’ 

      Sometimes, when God blesses us with what he wants us to have, it won't look like what we want; the Israelites said what is this?? Some of us have been blessed now, and we are like, what is this? This isn’t the guy I wanted; I wanted him to be tall; this isn’t the ministry I wanted, I wanted to teach; this isn’t the job I wanted; I wanted an office job, and the words come right out of our mouth, what is this and he's saying this is what I want you to have, what he wants for us is what's best for us what he gives us will sustain us will help us will provide. Still, sometimes, we look at what something looks like and do not want what God has provided for us, and we should be content. Are you content? Are you asking what is it ??

 Verse 17, the Israelites did as they were told; some gathered much, some little. 18 When they measured it by the omer, the one who gathered much did not have too much, and the one who gathered little did not have too little. Everyone had gathered just as much as they needed.

   Some did exactly what God wanted; some got too much, and some got too little. See, we must listen to God. It might seem like it's too much or that we shouldn’t do this or that, but whatever God tells us to do, we must listen to him and not our thoughts.

 Are you still thinking about what it is? Why didn’t I get what I wanted? Maybe what we wanted didn’t fit the situation; look at me. What I wanted to stay wasn’t what God wanted. I had every opportunity to do what I wanted, but I did what God wanted and what he wanted, which hurt. I'm not going to lie to you: sometimes, when we do what he wants, it's going to hurt, it's going to make us feel a certain way, but we must place that

hurt on the side, we must place that emotion to the side and do what he wants of us.

   Jesus had emotions; he felt anger, but he didn’t sin; he felt sadness but he didn’t let his emotions break. The journey he was on, and we are all on a journey, but what is your journey saying? No better yet, what is God saying to you right now? Is it to stay? Is it to go? Is it listen? Whatever he’s telling you, don’t say what is it . Don’t say what is this you gave me. Say, thank you, God, for what you gave me and for giving me the right heart. We can’t allow our emotions to always steer us in the direction we want, and we can’t let situations do it, but you know what we can do: allow God to guide us through it and hear him.

   ***Today, the Holy Spirit showed us that what’s in our lives is out there and what he’s trying to take out; whatever God gave us, we can’t sit back and say what is it ; we must wait for instructions and follow ,what was one of the problems with the Israelites they wanted was, what they wanted ,but they wanted God to give it to them but what God is trying to give us, is more of what fits his will. Still, many of us are so fixated on what we want that we miss our blessing, and when we do this, we grieve the Holy Spirit with grumbling.

  The Holy Spirit teaches us daily that if we are willing to listen, life isn’t just a once-a-week journey; it’s an everyday journey filled with change, and we must be willing to walk in those changes. We must be willing to hear him, and the blessing God has for us could be held up by the grumbling, by the way, we dismiss what he’s doing now; some of us don’t have what we want because we are too busy searching for Gods voice in other things when he spoke to us but we are ignoring Him because we are too busy saying WHAT IS IT, stop saying this and say God what do you need from me in this season at this moment in this journey today! ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for everything and for giving us what you have given us. Father, today, we are asking what do you need from us. We are asking you to help change how we look at things, help us look at you, and help us stay focused on you! Lord, we love you and ask you to forgive us if we are grumbling; forgive us if we aren’t content. Lord, help us to be content with your blessing and help us to hear you right now, in Jesus Name, Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ Luke 12:15 He told them, “Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.”

 

+ 1 Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain,

 

+ Matthew 6:33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 21

2 Corinthians 10

Hebrews 2

Leviticus 21

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[sequinsmile-x]

Cute headcanon to make you smile 😊

Aaron secretly learns one of the languages that Emily speaks without her knowing; using tutorials, duolingo etc. He’s not fluent and can’t really read or write it but he can understand and speak it quite well.

Emily only finds out when they learn she’s pregnant and he whispers to the baby in his new second language how much he loves them already

I LOVE THIS BESTIE

and of course, i got carried away, so this is now a one-shot in it's own right.

Consider this my apology for recent/upcoming angst!

-x-

Love Language

Aaron loves to learn new things about Emily and put that knowledge to use.

AKA - the one where Aaron (kind of) learns French.

Warnings: Pregnancy

Words: 2.4k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

It’s something he learns about her a couple of months after they start dating. 

He was stuck at work, caught in a meeting by Strauss who insisted she needed him to go over the budget with her immediately. He’d been worried, mostly stressed about picking up Jack from school. Jessica was away and he had no other options. 

Then Emily walked into his office. Her smile soft and her touch somehow softer as she reached out for him, her fingers linking through his as she sat on the edge of his desk and asked him what was wrong, apparently having sensed his mood through his closed door and open blinds. Before he even had the chance to explain fully, she’s offering to pick up Jack. Her eyes sparkling with love for him and his son as she says it like it’s the obvious option. 

The thought of them in his apartment together, waiting for him to join them, makes him want to get home as quickly as he can. Love for his girlfriend, the woman who had been right in front of him the whole time, and his son driving him to get through his meeting as fast as possible. For once, he doesn’t let Strauss and her desire to go through everything line by line get to him. 

As he steps into his apartment he immediately feels relaxed, tension releasing from his shoulders as he hears Jack’s laugh followed by Emily’s. They are sitting on the couch together, Jack curled into Emily’s side as they both look at a book in her lap. He smiles as they both look up at him and he walks over. 

“Daddy’s home,” Jack says, leaning towards his father as he leans down to kiss his forehead, but making no move to pull himself any further away from Emily.

“Hi buddy,” he says, ruffling his son’s hair before he turns to Emily, leaning over the back of the couch to stamp his lips against hers, smiling into the kiss as she reaches up to cup his cheek, “Hi sweetheart.” 

“Hi,” she says, kissing him once more before he pulls away and steps around the couch to join them. He sits next to Emily and rests his arm around her shoulders, smiling as she sighs contentedly, happy to be between who she referred to as her Hotchner boys. He looks down at the book in Emily’s lap, a book he recognises as Jack’s Spanish homework guide, and he smiles, “Helping with homework?”

She smiles as she looks at him, “Well, I left all the boring stuff to you, but I thought this was something I could help with.

“Daddy, did you know that Emily can speak Spanish fluly?” 

Emily smiles and looks at Jack, cupping his chin as she plants a kiss on his cheek, “Fluently, sweet boy,” she says, correcting him gently, both adults smiling as he nods in response. 

“Fluently,” he repeats slowly and then he looks back at Aaron, “Did you know?”

Aaron smiles and nods, “Not only Spanish buddy,” he says squeezing Emily’s shoulder, “She speaks six languages.” 

“Six?” Jack asks, his mouth falling open as he looks at Emily, “Which one is your favourite?” 

She chuckles and shakes her head, “No one’s ever asked me that before, Jack,” she says as she smiles, “But I think French is my favourite.” 

Aaron looks at her curiously, keen to know this new thing about her, always wanting to learn about her, to fall in love with her in a new way, “Why is that your favourite?”

She smiles as she turns to look at him, “It was the first language I learnt that wasn’t English,” she says, looking back and forth between the two of them, “And there’s something about it I’ve always enjoyed. It’s a beautiful language.” 

He wonders if there is more to it, if there’s part of the story she doesn’t want to say in front of Jack, so he makes a note to ask her later, “Well, in that case, it suits you then.” 

She chokes on a laugh and shakes her head at him, “You’re silly,” she turns back to Jack, “Daddy is silly.” 

Jack giggles, always keen to join in on Emily’s attempts to wind up Aaron, and he smiles widely at Aaron, “Silly Daddy,” he says as he shifts out of Emily’s arms and stands up, “I need the bathroom.” 

Emily and Aaron both smile at the announcement from the young boy before he runs off. Once he’s out of view Aaron looks at his girlfriend and leans in to kiss her cheek, his lips catching the corner of her lips as she turns to look at him. 

“Thank you for looking after him,” he says, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. 

She bites the inside of her cheek as she smiles at him, as if she is trying to contain it, “You don’t have to thank me, honey,” she says, leaning into his palm as he cups her cheek, “I love both of you.”

He stamps a kiss against her lips, smiling when she chases him. She curls one of her hands around the back of his neck and holds him in place. 

“We love you too,” he says, bumping his nose against her, “So, French?”

She nods, “Yeah, I had this au pair, I was about 3 when we started living there I think, and we were there for a few years,” she says, running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, “Her name was Anaïs, she spoke to me in French and taught me,” she smiles fondly, “She always had to correct me when I called her Mom.”

He sighs sadly, at the way she looks almost embarrassed at the admittance and he wishes more than anything that he could protect her from everything she’d ever been through, that he could have a conversation with Elizabeth and tell her what he thought about her abilities as a parent.

He knows he can’t, that he can’t go back and change anything, or say what he wants to say to Elizabeth without breaking a promise he’d made to his girlfriend. so he does what he can do. He loves her now. In the way she’d always deserved but not always had. 

He kisses her, his hand on her cheek as he holds her in place, and he smiles as they separate, the sound of the toilet flushing signalling that their time alone was coming to an end. 

“How about I buy you dinner,” he says, “As a thank you for helping Jack with his homework.” 

She rolls her eyes lovingly but she nods, “I’d like that,” she smiles as she hears Jack running towards them, “What are the chances I’ll get to choose where we eat?” 

He kisses the tip of her nose, “Not good, sweetheart I’m afraid.” 

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Two Years Later 

Emily groans as she presses her face into her pillow, the effort of keeping her eyes open almost too much for her. The moment they’d got into their hotel room she’d flopped down onto the bed, not caring that it was uncomfortable and lumpy in comparison to their own bed on the other side of the country. 

Aaron had told everyone to pack up for the evening, to head back to their rooms, under the guise that there was nothing they could do until the morning when the coroner had an update for them. The unsub wasn’t escalating, at least not yet, so they had some time at least to settle into their hotel for the night, ready to be up bright and early the next morning. Emily knew Aaron’s real reason for telling everyone to stop earlier than usual was because he knew she was exhausted and that he wanted to make sure she got the rest she needed. 

“I’m so fucking tired,” she grumbles, turning to snuggle into her husband's side as he sits next to her, frowning when he chuckles at her. She pulls back to look at him, her eyes narrowed, “Don’t laugh at me. This is your fault. Your kid is sucking the life out of me.” 

She was nine weeks pregnant. They’d been trying for a little while, just long enough that she was starting to get worried before one morning a test came back positive. Two pink lines staring up at her as she cried and yelled at Aaron to join her in the bathroom. Due to her age and her medical history, she’d had an early scan, the ultrasound picture they’d been given creased on the edges because of how often she’d taken it in and out of her purse to look at it. For now, the baby was a secret just between the two of them, something just for them before they had to share it with everyone else. 

Emily was so happy, overjoyed in a way she’d once thought she’d never get to experience, but she was exhausted. Pregnancy was kicking her ass, and she couldn’t wait until the second trimester when, both Aaron and her doctor, assured her she’d feel better. 

“Why don’t you nap, sweetheart?” He says, his lips against her forehead, “I have some paperwork to do anyway and when you wake up we can get room service.” 

She looks at the time on her watch, “Oh my god it’s only 6 pm,” she complains, pressing her face into his shoulder, “What is the baby doing to me?” 

He smiles and kisses her forehead, “Get some sleep, Em,” he says, kissing her again, “I’ll be right here.” 

She hums, already halfway asleep anyway, further lulled into it as he scratches her scalp, a gentle touch he’d learnt a long time ago that would make her relax entirely. She falls asleep, content and safe with the man she loves next to her.

When she wakes up, she isn’t sure how long she’s slept, aware it could have equally been 10 minutes or 10 hours by how she feels. Her body heavy and weighing her down to the mattress as she blearily opens her eyes. She feels Aaron’s hand on her still flat stomach, and she hears him whispering. She focuses on it, wants to hear what he’s saying to their child, and it takes a few seconds for her brain to catch up, for her to realise he’s not speaking in English.

“Je t'aime déjà tellement,” he says slowly, his prononciation clunky yet endearing, “Maman et moi sommes tellement excités de te rencontrer.”

“Are you speaking French to the baby?” She asks, even though she knows the answer, and she smiles as he freezes, his eyes wide as he looks up at her, his palm still on her belly.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t realise you were awake.” 

“When did you start to learn French?” She asks, tilting her head curiously at him and he sighs, pressing a kiss to her stomach before he shifts up the bed so he’s next to her, his arm automatically wrapping around her shoulders. 

“I started listening to some of those lessons online a few months ago,” he admits, clearing his throat as he avoids eye contact, “I wanted to surprise you.” 

“I’m definitely surprised,” she says, hooking her finger under his chin and making him look up at her, her smile soft as their eyes meet, “Why?” 

“You said it was your favourite,” he replies, shrugging slightly, “I knew you’d want the baby to speak it too, so I wanted to learn to be prepared for when we had one.” 

She smiles widely, pulling him in for a fierce kiss, her hands on each of his cheeks as she holds him in place. She feels like love could burst out of her, her chest so full of it that it almost hurt. As she pulls back she shakes her head at him. Sometimes it was still hard to believe that someone could love her this much. 

“I must have told you that years ago,” she says, trying to remember when she had mentioned it.

“Two years ago,” he confirms, tugging her closer so her legs are over his lap, “You told me about your au pair who taught you French.” 

She presses her lips together to try to stop her smile from getting any wider, her cheeks aching with it, “You remember that?” 

“I remember everything about you,” he says, and she chokes on a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob as she presses her forehead against his.

“Tu es l'homme le plus gentil que j'ai jamais rencontré.” 

He furrows his eyebrows, his smile painted with an edge of embarrassment, “I have no idea what you just said.” 

She laughs and kisses him softly, “I said you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met,” she kisses him again, “I’m so lucky to be with you.” 

“I’m the lucky one,” he says, kissing her temple as she settles against his side, his hand on her stomach again as he rubs a circle on it, imagining what she’ll look like when she’s further along, their love for each other on display for everyone to see, “I had an idea for a name if the baby is a girl.”

She hums, yawning as she tilts her head to look up at him, “Yeah?” 

He nods, “I thought Anaïs would be nice.” 

She feels tears press at the back of her eyes as she shakes her head lovingly at him, blowing out a breath as she wipes tears from her cheeks when they immediately fall.

“Damn it, Aaron,” she says, “You’re going to have to stop being so sweet otherwise I’m going to cry this entire pregnancy,” she smiles at him as he wipes away another tear from her skin, his touch gentle and loving, “I love that idea,” she says, turning her head to kiss his hand, “There’s just one issue tough.” 

He frowns as he looks at her, concern etched across his face, “What?” 

“We really need to work on your pronunciation,” she says, her smile blooming across her face, “We can’t have you butchering our daughter’s name every time you say it.” 

-x-

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 No one asked for this but @13keithxpidge13 I saw that somebody asked you for your head cannons I’m just gonna share mine with the world

Scarlett Witch!Hobie

1. Hobie was adopted by his foster family but has been within the system since the ages 3 to 6. He got abducted when he was seven years old by the foster family that was taking care of him.

2. He always had the chaos magic, but it hadn’t fully manifested yet or found a way that he could properly control. It consciously his powers coincide with his emotions like if you see in the first chapter that I posted that to meet the water fountain first he didn’t do it consciously it was intention he can’t control it, but with his emotions, his powers go with that intention

3. He got kidnapped by the government, the US government within his world to be experimented on because of Dr Octavius and her noticing over the years he’s at the fancy school.(miles Morales the school, but I’ll get to the head kidding about the school) then leading to him being kidnapped and being experimented on to harness his powers so like

3. Hobie powers start off as purple, but like the more he’s consumed with the darkness. The darker the colour becomes in. It became red, and also these colours significance to why I picked purple. Purple is known for its association with the wisdom, but I wanted it with its association with fantasy. Why fantasies dad during the time when he was a child he did experience tragedy, but he lived and studied so well that didn’t affect him as much as it would anyone else like the growing up too fast complex you’ve been through so much that you just understand it from like the concept from a young age but then it turning into the colour red as much as read does symbolises like compassion love. It’s also symbolises revenge. Why is Portia from purple to read is that his mum sensual and consumed by the darkness (I feel like I’ve basically gave kind of a character analysis just off colours)

4. And when he was younger, he had long hair and usually put his hair into braids, and he also used to do miles is hair

5. He got piercings at a young age of like the age of 13, because of how fascinated he was with like in needles, and thought of piercing. And did his nose piercing and ear piercings himself.

6. I hear this is surprising, sweet tooth.

7.  How he knew he was in love with miles, is when after.  the death of Miles‘s uncle, they both started. Dreadlocks in the name of his uncle, is a way of commemorating him. In miles, is in his arm, sobbing after they started the hair saying that a few many people in the world that support him and loved him, like uncle Aaron had and he considers one of those people to be him 

8. During his time where he creates his delusional world.  He felt deeply in love more than he did before with this fake version of miles away, is new in the back of his mind. That he’s not real.

9. When his universe is destroying, he had to be taken like his powers, removed him from that earth to a different earth, whilst Miles was in his arms and left miles now feels guilty, that they could’ve been a chance that he could take in miles with him in miles, have to watch it is his best friend disappeared right before his eyes before he glitched out of existence.

9. He doesn’t get affected by glitching out in the universes because of his power being largely connected into Multiverse travel

10. He’s he’s Demi, romantic and Demi sexual. And unlabelled. But the only other person has ever liked was miles.

 I have more head canons than they will spoil like the end of the story, so

I’m going to pretend people asked 🤷🏾‍♀️🥲

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WORLD WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT MAGAZINE :  NOVEMBER 2002

THE TRUTH 

THE HONORABLE HARDY

By Aaron Williams 

A lot of WWE fans are angry with Matt Hardy these days/. They’re upset that he turned on his brother Jeff, left Raw to go to SmackDown! and started integrating himself into other people’s lives and matches. They think he’s selfish, that he doesn’t care about them anymore, and that he’s made a big mistake. They couldn't be more wrong. 

If there’s one Superstar who can honestly be called unselfish, it’s Matt Hardy. He has–and still does–put others’ interests above his own. But what about his turning on Jeff and his interfering in other people’s matches?

Well, if you had any brains–and I can tell from the way most of you boo poor Matt that you don’t–you’d realize that he is actually helping those who you feel he’s hurting. 

Take Jeff, for example. For years, experts have been claiming that he could be a dominant singles star, but for a variety of reasons, the younger Hardy always landed back in the Tag Team Division. Matt, too, realized his brother’s potential and always exhorted him to pursue his singles dreams.

Unfortunately, Jeff always fell back on his brother’s expertise and care, and would ultimately return to his side. Being the compassionate and caring individual that he is, Matt protected Jeff and sacrificed his own career in order to help his sibling. After a while, he realized that Jeff was becoming too dependent on him. So, in an unprecedented act of unselfishness, he risked the fans’ and other Superstars’ ire, and “turned” on Jeff. 

Matt knew that the thousands who had cheered him before might get upset, but he had to do it. Jeff would never leave his side if he didn’t. For weeks, Matt agonized over his decision. He knew the fans wouldn’t be smart enough to understand his reasons, and he knew that many Superstars would see him as a traitor as well. Still, being the humanitarian that he is, Matt went through with his decision. 

Not surprisingly, most of you failed to comprehend the logic behind his selfless act. Instead of honoring him with standing ovations and moving tributes, you booed and mocked him.

By moving to SmackDown!, Matt thought he might further distance himself from Jeff, thereby allowing both of them to concentrate fully on their own careers. He hoped that by helping others win their matches, he could win back his fans in the stands and friends in the locker room. Because Matt always sees the good in people, he believed they would see it in him too. 

Predictably, however, you fans continue to rail against him, and the ingrates in the locker room refuse to acknowledge his helpful ways. Why is it that those who need help the most are the last to accept it?

Matt Hardy is a decent and honorable man, and every Superstar has taken advantage of him. It’s time for him to stop being so nice and giving, and to start looking out for No. 1. He needs to realize that there’s not a soul in this world who truly appreciates him, and if he wants to get ahead, he’s going to have to say to hell with everyone.

It’s not going to be easy for him considering what an exemplary brother, friend and confidant he’s been. And in view of how he’s bent over backwards and been there for countless Superstars these past few months, one might think that he won't ever be able to put his interests above those he cares about. 

Eventually, though, Matt will realize that your cheers mean nothing.. He’ll finally understand how shallow you are, and how quickly you turn on those who no longer satisfy your carnal lust and over-inflated egos. Someday, he’ll stop caring about all of you fraudulent Hardy Boyz fans who really only cared about Jeff all along. Hopefully, that day will come sooner rather than later.