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justslightlymental · 10 hours ago

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"All of them goddamn" - Saja Boys x Reader

Yo... This is just pure smut with just slight plot, also shoutout to this person @k45kart for the idea. (sorry if i tagged wrong person) also another person who wanted to be tagged: @eliengoddes

Okay uhh anyways TW or whatever warnings: Smut, gangbang (obviously) 5 demons cmon guys, I MAY HAVE WRITTEN JINUS NAME WRONG SO IM SORRY. Oral sex both receiving, degrading, praising, uhhh p in v, without protection (dont do this if u dont want kids.) Marking, breeding lowkey, demons going out of control. MAYBE SLIGHT DUB CON??? (its very much consensual but my writing style might fart on itself.) I forgot what else. Cringe warning i havent written anything in ages okay - Everything was okay.. Everything was going to be FINE… The fans were happy with our newest song… And the Honmoon was shining brighter than ever, even a tingle of gold flashing across our eyes, we were so close!!! But then Rumi lost her voice, right in the middle of our rehearsal for our live premiere of “Golden”. Before any of us could say anything she asked for 5 minutes and just ran off to god knows where! “Oh my god, what are we gonna do??” Zoey panicked, her arms flailing around. “Calm down Zoey.. It’s going to be fine… just give her some time alright?” Mira placed a hand on her shoulder to calm Zoey down, though I could see through her poker face. “Yeah, like Mira said. Give her some time… surely she will come in time.” I said, a nervous/worried smile across my face. And she never came… The next time we saw her was at our apartment, she looked shaken up. The only thing we could offer in that moment was comfort and that we did. We decided to go out for some dinner. Rumi still didn’t seem like herself, until she finally spoke. “I'm sorry about the show..” “It’s okay.. don’t worry about it!” Zoey smiled, placing a hand on her forearm. “Besides, Bobby will handle it.” I smiled as well, trying to comfort her. And just like that he called us and once we answered we heard loud voices in the background and an out of breath Bobby yelling about how he can’t handle this, so many disappointed fans and the network losing their minds. Mira quickly shut off the phone. “We can just schedule another live show within days. Don’t worry!” “I don't think that's possible… my voice, it's in trouble..” Rumi said, awkwardly. “In trouble?? Then why did you push up the Golden release then?” Mira continued, confused. “My guess is the Honmoon, isn’t that right?” I smiled softly.

“(Name) is right.. The Honmoon.. it flashed gold, we are so close and it's so important!”

After that dinner we were brainstorming how to fix Rumi’s voice quickly. And Zoey had the “best” idea to go get some magical tonics from this one place she had heard of. And after we finally got the tonics and as we came out of the clinic Zoey was rambling on about after getting her voice back we could finally focus back on the important stuff like fans-

“Fans!” Mira whisper shouted as we saw some shadows turning into the alleyway we were in, our disguises were not the best so we tried our best to quickly become more unrecognizable-

Until we saw THEM..

Our eyes went wide as the guys walked our way, they all looked so… handsome so sexy… Rumi was the only one who didn’t look absolutely down bad until she saw the 5th guy with black hair.

Meanwhile I was looking at each and every one of them, I mean yeah some of them looked a bit sexier than others but I guess that’s because they're more my time than the others.. When they passed us I could honestly feel all of their gaze landing on me for just a moment before they continued on their way. What the fuck just happened.

And that is how we met our WORST enemies for the first time. Turned out they were a fucking demon boyband. DEMONS in a boyband yeah that's right! I don't know what crack Gwi-ma was on when he sent them to our world but IT’S WORKING. Though I do have to admit… I wonder what it would feel like if-

I smacked my head against the wall groaning, BAD (Name) BAD!!! Do not think of such unholy thoughts about your enemy, especially DEMONS.

We got suited up in our battle gear and oh my I must admit we are always so fabulous. We knew the boyband who are now better known as the “Saja Boys” would be at this game show tonight, we stood backstage looking at them gulping huge amounts of hot sauce, uh yikes. That’s gonna burn coming out- AANYWAY! Rumi said we should wait for them to come backstage and then jump down and make quick work of them, the perfect surprise attack!

We giggled a bit in anticipation as we took our spot over the stage, looking down at them. Little did we know the Jinu guy had noticed us and just as he took the mic talking about “special guests” joining us the lights turned to us at the same time he announced our name. We quickly hid our weapons and forced huge smiles on our faces.

“Yeahh! Hello everyone! We just wanted to yknow congratulate the Saja boys for their successful debut!” Rumi said with forced enthusiasm And after that the game show host and saja boys themselves said we should all slide down into the ballpit, the audience got in on it too so of course we had to oblige, though the leather we wore really made it… awkward to say, the noise was horrible too. Once we finally made it into the ballpit everyone still cheered and now it would be the time to end the show, both us and the Saja boys bowed to each other in fake gratitude and respect as the curtains closed. However once we were finally out of the publics eye they ran off within seconds and we almost had no idea where, but we managed to be able to track them down, to a fucking bathhouse. We had no choice but to go in and it was thankfully empty, and there they stood. “You really followed us here? The men's portion? You guys really are thirsty huh.” Jinu chuckled along with his bandmates. Then the demons came out of nowhere from small ruptures, but like there were a lot of them. You couldn’t lose focus for even a second and if you did it might be game over. At one point my eyes landed on Jinu who just smirked “Have fun you four.” He said as he ran off with everyone else. I looked behind me to see Mira, Zoey and Rumi in a deep fight, they seemed to be taking care of everything fine though, so I took off running after Jinu. I jumped into the air ready to slash him but he managed to dodge my blows one after another, until I finally managed to kick him in the stomach. We landed in a secluded room, it seemed to be a small sauna, the heat made both of our bodies sweaty, yuck disgusting. Finally I managed to corner him, my (weapon’s) handle against his throat as he tried to push me off. The adrenaline was flowing through me, maybe that’s why I felt extra strong right now. “Hah.. you’re a bit stronger… But not strong enough for all of us…” Jinu chuckled. That had me confused, until I could sense the presence of four other people behind us. My eyes widened and my throat closed up on itself. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was sweating from the heat or from the fact 5 extremely attractive demon guys were currently alone with me. Jinu quickly took advantage of my shock and pushed me away, I landed on my back, gasping for air. It hurt a little bit but nothing could compare to the sight after I opened my eyes groaning. “There you are… Sorry about the push, hopefully you're not too hurt darling.” Jinu smirked, his eyes glowing a little bit. “G-Get away from me!” I struggled, quickly standing up and forming my weapon once again, surrounded by them.

“Still got a fighting spirit huh? We like that… But don’t think we haven’t seen the way you look at us.. And honestly the feelings are mutual.” Jinu smirked, his fingers slightly grazing my cheek. I was speechless, I felt so small surrounded by them. I could feel their eyes roam my body, taking in every curve and shape. My knees were growing weak, I could feel my body reacting in ways I haven’t felt in awhile. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a deep red as I tried to not look at any of them. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me flinch. “Calm down bunny.. I won’t hurt you.. too bad.” A deep voice whispered into my ear, I turned around quickly seeing the guy named “Abs”. (bit of a silly name tbh…) ANYWAY “D-don’t-” I struggled to form words until a hand covered my mouth, it was Juni. “Yeah, you’re right… No one has to speak…” He smirked, his other hand slowly going down from my shoulder towards my chest. My eyes widened, I should be struggling, I should be fighting them… But for some reason I wanted this, I wanted them all… I felt myself growing more hot and bothered by the second. The 8 pair of eyes watching Jinu’s every movement, and my reaction. It turned me on so bad. And I swear to god I feel like they could sense my need, with the way their eyes seemed to sharpen with lust. “What do you want…” Jinu asked, uncovering my mouth. “I-I want you… I want you all..” My words were quiet, but that didn’t seem to bother them. It was like a trigger, they had my consent and they wouldn’t back away now. Juni fell back towards one of the seats with me landing on his lap. I moaned out as I felt my ass on his crotch, and he was hard. His knees separating mine as I was exposed to the other guys, not completely nude.. yet. I didn’t even care about how fucked out I already looked, all I cared about was getting that sweet release. “Someone’s impatient hm?” Jinu whispered before his lips attacked my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin. I whimpered, it felt so good. The other guys had come closer as well, Romance sitting down on my right side and Mystery on my left. Both of their hands found their way to my chest, feeling me up through my suit. Who knew it felt this fucking good to be touched by like 5 guys at the same time. Oh god I feel like a whore, but honestly i'm a proud hoe rn!

Abs crouched down between my legs, Baby standing behind him as he preferred to just watch, knowing he would get his turn soon. “I think this suit needs to come off, right boys?” Abs smirked, his hands caressing my inner thighs. “You’re right, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here…” Romance sighed happily, Mystery just nodding along, not really a man of words I see. Their hands turned into a soft purple hue, their nails growing in size as they made quick work of ripping my suit into shreds. I tried to cover myself up but Jinu was quick to grasp both my arms and lock them behind my back. “Don’t cover yourself darling… You wanted this right? To be taken and used by all of us.. you truly have no shame, do you?” He talked softly while Mystery and Romance both leaned down to take one of my tits into their mouths. All i could do was moan through his little speech, my core was on fire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t know if the heat made everything feel 10x better but I was enjoying this. I enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to their hungry eyes, I loved the way their mouths sucked on my tits, the way their tongues swirled around my nipples. My body arched into Juni’s body, my thighs trying to squeeze together to create some sort of friction. Abs was quick to separate my legs to get full access to my core. I did feel slightly embarrassed with his staring but that quickly dissolved as he just dove in like a starved man. His tongue swirling around my clit, making my hips buckle. His movements were precise, taking slow licks up my slit, before sucking on my clit against, his right hand closing in. Fingers painfully close to my opening. I moaned out loudly, begging for him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside. I guess he felt merciful because that’s exactly what he did. I was wet enough to fit 2 of his fingers with no problem, his long slender fingers curling up inside me. It didn’t take long for abs to find that special spot inside me that made my whole body seize. I could barely let out any noise, so over-stimulated, with Juni’s mouth on my neck, Mystery’s and Romance’s mouths on my buds, their hands cressing my stomach and sides. My eyes opened just slightly, the first thing I saw was Baby standing behind Abs, his hand slightly rubbing over his jeans, his eyes seductive as he stared down at me. I felt even more hot knowing the fact he was still enjoying himself, just staring. But I couldn’t think about him for long with the way Abs fingers thrusted deep into me and his tongue on my clit, it was enough to bring me dangerously close to climax. I yelped loudly, hips shaking. “I-Im so close- Please- Let me-” I gasped out, pushing my hips towards his mouth, needing him as close as I could have. “Greedy this one isn’t she?” Baby spoke up for the first time, enjoying watching how his bandmates brought (Name) to the edge of pleasure. “She is so intoxicating… Her scent… I wonder if she tastes just as good.” Jinu said, eyeing down at Abs, slightly jealous of how he was the first one to taste her. With the last curl of his tongue she came undone, her head thrown back in pleasure. Romance and Mystery separated from her breasts, looking down at the mess Abs created. All of them felt their senses heightened up, pupils dilating after smelling her. Their bodies fight against turning into their demon forms. Juni stood up with (name) still in his arms, turning around and setting her against the seat. She was still struggling with getting air into her lungs, slowly coming around from that intense climax. “I think we are all a bit too clothed for this next part.” Romance said smugly, his clawed hands already working on removing his shirt. “She might pass out after seeing what’s coming for her.” Mystery said quietly, following Romance’s lead. “She’s gonna pass out no matter what after we’re done with her.” Jinu grinned.

(Name) slowly shook her head, coming back to reality, her eyes opening. In Front of her was the shock of her life, she yelled out. All five of them, completely bare, the marks on their bodies glowing ever so often, and oh my god even their dicks had the same marks. Also talking about dicks they were all so different.. Some of them had more girth, others length, already dripping with pre-cum. She felt like she was under some sort of spell as she slowly moved off the seat onto the heated up floor, sitting on her knees, hands traveling up Jinu’s legs and thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, she looked absolutely ravishing, hair messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her expression flushed, so full of need. Jinu’s breath hitched as his clawed hand took hold of her hair, bringing her face closer to his cock. “Open wide baby.” He instructed. And she did, her tongue rolled out as the tip landed on it. She could already taste the saltiness of his precum, so delicious. Her mouth closed in on it as her tongue rolled around the sensitive tip. He groaned out while thrusting deeper into her mouth. “Fuck.. Her mouth feels so good- I could get addicted to this.” He moaned out, fangs growing out. “Oh you’re making it sound a little too good. I want some.” Baby chuckled, pushing Jinu out of the way. Taking his place. “Hey! Wait for your turn you fucking moron-” Jinu cussed but decided to let him have his moment, instead just jerking himself off at the sight of her being used by them. (Name) whined at the loss of Jinu’s cock but was soon satisfied again after Baby pushed himself into her warm mouth. His dick was a bit shorter than Jinu’s but the girth was amazing, and like he wasn’t SMALL in any way. Actually none of them were. “Oh shit- You’re right- h-hell.” He whimpered. (Name) looked at the other men who were touching themselves, she didn’t want them feeling left out. She took hold of Abs and Mystery’s dicks, moving her hands up and down. Both of them instinctively reacted and thrusted into her hold. Mystery’s cock was long.. And Abs was just… oh yeah he was the big boy of the group definitely.

“What a good girl…” Romance smiled, looking down at her. “S-shit.. I-I’m close-” Baby gasped out, his thrusts becoming faster, abusing the back of her throat. She was loving the treatment, even if it was harder to breathe. Her cheeks hollowed out completely, feeling every curve of his veins. “Fuck!” He yelled out as his hips stilled, spilling his load down her throat and she drank up every drop. “Look at that! Drank up everything, what a good slut.” Jinu smirked. Abs and Mystery both were moaning messes as their muscles tensed, her hands working magic on them. She didn’t take long to recover as her mouth went closer to Romance’s cock, taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue just like she did with Jinu. This made the poor guy let out broken whimpers, his legs almost giving out from the sudden sensitivity. Jinu had walked behind her, crouching down, his hand traveling down her stomach towards her cunt. Fingers slowly circling her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head. She separated from Mystery’s cock and turned her head towards Abs’s dick, giving him the same treatment with slight difficulty due to the size difference. It didn’t take long for Mystery to cum onto her hand and arm, and the other to separate from her mouth, spilling his cum all over her chest. “You enjoy being marked by all of us huh?” Romance asked, tilting her head up towards him. “Y-yeah… I-I love it, I want more, please.” She begged, out of breath, whimpering due to Jinu still touching her. “Hah.. I wonder what your huntrix friends would say if they saw you like this.” Abs smiled, his finger stroking her chin. “I-I don’t care… I just want you all.. please. Help me.” She moaned out, getting on all fours. “Well look at that- So submissive.. so perfect.” Jinu said, eyes slightly wide not expecting that. But who was he to complain or deny her. His hands landed on her waist, the tip of his cock just against her slit. Moving his hips up and down just teasing her opening. Though even if she wanted to tease her more, his own self control was slowly withering away. So with the help of his hand he finally sank into her pussy. The feeling was euphoric, both of them immediately letting out strained moans. Her walls gripped him like no tomorrow, so wet, so tight. “Oh.. oh my god- S-Shit- I-I can’t-” He choked on his words, losing himself to his desires. While she was getting absolutely fucked from behind Romance took his spot in front of her mouth, getting on his knees, taking hold of her chin. With a quick ‘open up’ His cock was deep in her throat. She had never felt such pleasure before, seeing the men who just came on her already hardened up and ready to each get a turn with her, it was so sexy. Her body was being rocked back and forth, Jinu’s thrusts growing faster, the sounds of skin clapping together loud. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot in her, she had never felt this full before. All of her whimpers and moans just turned into vibrations against Romance’s cock who could feel himself very close to cumming. Both men reached their climaxes at the same time, spilling deep inside her, not caring about pulling out. The feeling of Jinu’s hot cum inside her was enough to push her over the age as well. Their juices mixed together. As he pulled out her hole leaked, making her thighs sticky and warm. “Help her up guys.” Abs smirked, him and Baby lifting her up from the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight, she was completely at their mercy. She was still so high from her recent orgasm she couldn’t form any words. Though she could feel her right leg being lifted over someone's shoulder. Thankfully she was very flexible. She could feel someone's hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her suck in air.

She then felt someone's cock lined up with her entrance again, it felt huge… She could almost guess that- Before her thoughts could finish she saw pure white. Abs slammed himself in her, her pussy clenching around him like no tomorrow. He grunted loudly, his other hand holding the leg on his shoulder and the other on her waist. She whimpered and moaned with every thrust, his dick easily smacked against her cervix, his pelvis hitting her clit with every thrust. “O-oh- Oh my- Shiiiit-” She shook her head, trying to get away from his harsh treatment, it felt too good. She was too sensitive. “P-Please- Ah- Slower- No-” Her hands were pulled behind her, making her body arch in an awkward angle. His mouth quickly over hers, shutting her up. “Shit man- This pussy is amazing! Ah- I don’t know how long I can hold my form back-” Abs grunted, his marks glowing brighter, same with the others. “Right?! She is so intoxicating, I want to taste her soul… Ahg-” Romance inhaled her scent, his tongue licking her neck. “Do you think she could take two at the same time?” Mystery asked with an evil smile. “She definitely could… go for it… break her for good, that’s what she wants anyway.” Jinu laughed. Mystery went behind her, as the others gave him space. Abs slowed down for just a moment, both of the men looking at each other with a sly smile. Mystery lined up his dick right next to Abs and sunk in. She let out a loud yell, the pain… It was delicious. It was good, she had never been this full, never this turned on. “Oh my god look at that! She took it with no problem!” Baby and Jinu both laughed out loud. Both Abs and Mystery now worked together, creating an odd rhythm but it worked. When one went in the other went out. All of her spots being hit continuously was too much, she felt weird, something she had never felt before. “A- Im cuming- Im cuming-” She repeated before her cunt clenched hard around the two men who also just about got pushed over the edge, painting her walls white. The pressure was too much as she squirted out right onto Abs’s abdomen. Both of them retreated from her warmth, leaving her disappointed, she was obsessed, she needed more.

“You still want more? What a slut you are… oh god-” Jinu said, sweating from holding himself back. “I want more of her.. I need more of her.” Romance said. He was the first one whose self control cracked as his body turned purple, his demon side in full show. He basically snatched her out of Abs and Mystery’s hold, bending her over one of the seats, slamming himself right on into her. She yelled out, legs shaking her body rocking back and forth against the wooden surface. His thrusts didn’t falter, hand pushing down her back, keeping her down. It was inhuman how fast he could move against her, making her unable to understand shit. She was completely fucked out. The other guys were staring at their bandmate losing himself, and the way she was completely bare, completely at their mercy for them to destroy finally seemed to snap any of their self restraint. Baby was the second one who snapped, he jumped towards Romance pulling him out before he could finish his peak, pulling (Name) from the seat, placing her on her back, inserting himself into her. Immediately hitting her sweet spot causing her to cum right then and there. Poor Baby had been edged for so long that when her pussy clenched around him deliciously he just came deep into her, but that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard again immediately. “Out of the way, I want this pussy again.” Jinu pulled him off, his form also now changed. “Ah- J-Jinu- SO sensitive- Wait-” Though her pleas fell into deaf ears as some sat in front of her pressing her face into their dick. It was Mystery. She didn’t waste time giving him access, still tasting all of their cum on his cock, tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste. Abs and Romance kissed along her body, occasionally sucking and biting, leaving very visible marks on her. Jinus dick was smacking into her hard and rough, chasing only his own pleasure, he was indeed a selfish man. But even if he wasn’t looking out for her that doesn’t mean his thrusts weren’t painfully pleasurable. Every thrust felt like pure torture, her clit was so sensitive even the slightest touch had her body seizing up. Her eyes watering up from everything happening, make up becoming ruined. Jinu’s clawed hands sank into her waist, drawing the smallest amounts of blood. His grunts loud as he came into her for the second time. Mystery separated from her mouth after feeling himself cumming, ropes of his cum going onto her face, messing up her make up even more. All of them looked down at her on the floor, her poor pussy completely messed up and leaking, her face ruined, hair messy, body full of marks. All of their dicks got even harder, it's like she was their own aphrodisiac.

“How do you feel?” Jinu sighed, his eyes dark with lust. “Mmmh-” She couldn’t say anything else, her legs twitching. “Fuck she looks so delicious like this…” Baby groaned, itching to sink deep into her again. “Can’t we just bring her with us? Our own personal cock sleeve.” Romance sighed dreamingly. She opened her eyes slightly, slowly coming to her senses, everything hurt, but it was so worth it. Her hands roaming through her body feeling the sticky cum and the marks they had given her just a moment ago. “Please…” She whimpered. “Aw you poor thing… We fucked you so good you can’t think about anything else now can you?” Abs smirked next to Jinu. Just as Jinu was about to go in for a kiss he heard distant yells, it sounded like her voice was being yelled out. He stood up looking at his bandmates and nodding at them, they all turned into pink smoke, disappearing from sight. “Sorry to cut this short… and not being able to take care of you more… But your friends are coming, and I don't think you wanna be seen like this…” He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the pink smoke surrounded them both, suddenly her clothes were back in one piece and he was completely dressed up. “I recommend you just tell them you got beat and somehow left alive… you figure it out… But don’t worry, we’ll see you real soon…” He gave her a kiss before disappearing. And right on time too. “Oh my god there you are!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” The girls bursted into the room, looking at all the messed up seats that just looked broken and then staring at her messed up hair.

“I-Im fine… Really- Ahg-” She groaned still not being able to stand properly or even realise what the fuck just happened. “We need to get you home!” “Don’t ever run off like that!!” The entire journey home she was scolded but all she could think about was Jinu and his final words. And overall the fucking gangbang she just went through… THE BEST sex she had ever had, honestly. She looked out of her window after finally being left alone by the girls and could feel herself growing wet again, not being able to forget how their touch felt and how their cocks felt inside her. Oh yeah she was definitely waiting for the next time. - thanks guys i did my duty

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jellyfishsthings · 2 days ago

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The Things You Say

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Summary: Jason yearning for a nerdy girl who constantly talks about her new books or new science inventions, he doesn't understand shit and they have to look stuff up constantly trying to keep up with her

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dividers by @cafekitsune

Jason knew pain. He knew the taste of blood and the sound of a heart flatlining. He knew what it was like to dig his way out of a grave with his bare hands, lungs full of dirt and rage. He knew war. Loss. Fire.

But none of that prepared him for the experience of falling for someone like you.

He also knew two things for certain:

One: he was not, and never would be, a science guy.

Two: he was completely, helplessly in love with the weird girl who never stopped talking about subatomic particles like they were fairy tales.

He met her in a bookstore, because of course he did. Gotham’s oldest secondhand shop, tucked between a closed-down deli and a tattoo parlor. She was in the nonfiction aisle, holding a hardcover titled Quantum Entanglement and the Fabric of the Cosmos, murmuring to herself while frowning at the margins.

Jason should’ve walked away. Should’ve grabbed his Hemingway and gone.

But instead he found himself saying, “Is that English?”

She looked up.

Big glasses. Hair half-up, half-falling. A tiny scowl, like he’d just insulted her childhood dog. “It’s physics.”

He blinked. “I gathered. Still looks like math’s evil cousin.”

That got a laugh. Or something like it. A half-smile, crooked and unsure, like she didn’t laugh often and wasn’t sure she should now.

Jason tilted his head. “You work with this stuff?”

“I study it.” She pushed the book against her chest. “I’m trying to understand quantum coherence in biological systems. Mostly theoretical. I bore people.”

“I don’t mind theory,” Jason said, which was a lie, but a nice one.

She stared at him for a long second. “You’re trying to flirt with me.”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “How am I doing?”

“Terribly.”

He grinned. “You want coffee?”

She hesitated.

“Not a date,” he added quickly. “Just... if you want someone to listen while you explain quantum thingies.”

“Quantum thingies,” she repeated. “Tempting.”

It was supposed to be one coffee. It turned into four. Then dinner. Then late-night texts, where she sent him screenshots of new studies and he replied with bad memes and pictures of books she’d made him read.

Jason wasn’t used to this—whatever this was. There was no game here. No dramatics. Just this girl with a constellation of freckles and a mouth that moved too fast when she got excited.

She’d sit cross-legged on his couch, hair up, socks mismatched, spouting things like:

“Did you know cephalopods can edit their own RNA in real time?”

Jason, who was halfway through re-reading The Count of Monte Cristo, would look up and go, “Cepha-what?”

“Octopus brains. They’re insane.”

He had a notes app. No joke. It read:

Quarks (ask which one is the cute one)

Octopus RNA = science magic

Don’t say atoms are tiny planets��she hates that

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to understand. He did. Desperately. Because her eyes lit up like stars when she talked, and Jason wanted to know what it was like to hold a universe like that in his head.

Because you talked about neutrinos over coffee. Neutrinos. Subatomic particles. And you said it with a smile like it was common small talk, like most people spent Sunday mornings curled up reading quantum mechanics papers instead of the funnies.

Jason pretended to get it. He even nodded sagely.

He did not get it.

"They're fascinating," you said once, feet tucked under you on his old beat-up couch, eyes lit like they held galaxies. "Like these ghosts of matter. They pass through everything, almost impossible to catch. It's like trying to bottle a secret."

"Uh-huh," Jason said, staring at your lips. Not because he was being disrespectful. But because they moved when you talked, and sometimes he understood those more than your words.

He googled them later. Spent two hours falling down a scientific rabbit hole so steep he got a headache, just so he could maybe ask the right question next time. So he could deserve to be in the same room as your mind.

You never made him feel stupid.

You never made him feel like he had to prove himself. But Jason was built of sharp edges and pride. He came from alleys, from blood-streaked streets and textbooks that were ten years too late. You were made of stardust and curiosity, of words that leapt like fire from your tongue.

He wanted to meet you there.

So he read. And re-read. Fell asleep listening to science podcasts he barely understood. Texted Tim questions like, “What the hell is a muon?” and got responses like, “Why are you asking me this at 2AM?”

You were working on something new. Something about microfluidics, which sounded made-up but wasn't. Your whiteboard was filled with squiggles and Greek letters, and Jason stood behind you one afternoon just... watching.

"You know," he said finally, leaning a shoulder against your wall, "I'm starting to think you might be the smart one in this relationship."

You turned, brow quirked. "Only just starting?"

Jason laughed. It cracked something open in him. "You know what I mean."

"I do," you said, crossing to him. You had ink on your fingers. Pen behind your ear. Your shirt was inside out. Jason thought you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "But I'm not in love with me. You are."

He blinked.

You kissed his cheek, then went back to your board, humming. As if you hadn't just sent his soul straight out of his body.

Jason spent that night learning about laminar flow.

Sometimes, you talked so fast you forgot to breathe. You’d get this wild look in your eyes, like the whole universe was cracking open and only you could see it.

Jason lived for that look.

You told him about CRISPR once, gesturing wildly with a fork in a shitty diner, eggs going cold.

"It’s gene editing," you said. "Like molecular scissors! You can cut DNA—literally edit life. Isn’t that insane?"

Jason chewed his toast. Nodded. Took a mental note to google "molecular scissors" the second you hit the bathroom.

He didn’t get it. Not really.

But he loved how your face lit up. Like discovering was your religion and you were halfway to ascension.

He wanted to believe in something like that.

The problem, of course, was that he kept falling harder.

It hit him slow at first—like rain soaking into the collar of your coat. He’d look up in the middle of a lecture she didn’t know she was giving and realize he hadn’t heard a word.

Because she was smiling. Because she was alive in that moment in a way that made the world blur.

And then one night it hit him all at once.

They were on his fire escape, watching the sky turn blue-black over Gotham. She had her legs pulled up to her chest, hoodie sleeves covering her hands, talking about something called CRISPR and how gene editing could eventually reverse certain degenerative conditions.

Jason lit a cigarette. Didn’t smoke it. Just let it sit in his hand.

“You ever wonder,” he said, “how you ended up where you are?”

She blinked. “All the time.”

“I used to think I was supposed to be something. Like... some big cosmic screw-up happened and I got turned into this.” He gestured vaguely. “A walking wreckage.”

“You’re not a wreck.”

Jason didn’t answer. Just watched her through the smoke.

“You read the books I send,” she whispered. “You ask questions. You try. That’s more than most.”

He looked away. “You make me want to try.”

She leaned into his shoulder, quiet.

That night he dreamed she was stardust and he was gravity. Always falling toward her.

Jason didn’t call it love. He didn’t know if he deserved to.

But he was the one who brought her soup when she got sick, even if he burned the rice.

He was the one who asked her to explain particle spin six times and still got it wrong.

He was the one who, during one of her meltdowns about failing a grant application, cupped her face and said, “You’re brilliant. If the world can’t see it, that’s not your fault.”

She cried into his shoulder for an hour.

One night, you fell asleep with your notes scattered across his bed. Jason gathered them carefully, reading snatches as he did.

"Theoretical modeling of fluid behavior in low-gravity environments..."

He smiled.

You’d joked once that you were building something for NASA. He wasn’t sure if you were actually joking.

He sat beside you, brushing hair from your forehead. You sighed in your sleep.

Jason Todd, child of Gotham's gutters, held your research like it was sacred.

He didn’t understand the math. But he understood what it meant to love something so fiercely you stayed up nights chasing it.

He understood what it meant to chase you.

It wasn’t easy.

You didn’t always get his silences. His scars. The way he sometimes drifted mid-conversation, haunted by a past he couldn’t shut up.

But you waited.

You asked.

You never made him feel like a puzzle to be solved. Just a story worth reading slowly.

One day he caught you reading War and Peace. Not for class. Not for work. Just... because.

"You know that’s, like, a thousand pages, right?"

"Only 1,225," you replied without looking up. "You should try it."

Jason chuckled. "You trying to turn me into a nerd, sweetheart?"

You looked at him then, all sharp eyes and soft affection. "You already are. You just don’t know it yet."

When you said "I love you," it was after explaining something about black holes.

Jason had no idea how you got from "gravitational collapse" to "I love you," but he wasn’t complaining.

He’d spent so long being angry. Being alone. Being something sharp and armored.

You cracked through it all with equations and post-it notes, with quiet mornings and whispered facts about tardigrades.

You made him laugh. Think. Google shit.

You made him feel.

He didn’t always understand what you said. He never fully grasped string theory.

But he learned her favorite coffee order, and the way she curled her toes when she was focused, and how to tell when her anxiety was starting to spiral.

He learned how to love her without needing to understand every atom.

Because she made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t a cosmic mistake after all.

He was just a man. With a girl. And a heart that beat a little faster every time she said, “Hey Jay, guess what I learned today?”

And that?

That he understood perfectly.

And that was enough.

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marmota-b · 2 days ago

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This!

Also I recently found an excellent brain hack for room cleanliness maintenance which is to have trash receptacles EVERYWHERE. If I have to stop what I'm doing to go to a trash can to throw something out, the most likely outcome is that I don't throw that thing out and it immediately becomes part of the background, building up the mess. If I don't have to pause whatever I'm currently hyperfocusing on because the trash receptacle is right there, I do throw a much higher percentage of trash into a trash receptacle. Oh, and I did intentionally use the word "receptacle" - it doesn't have to be a traditional trash can. In fact, I think it works better when, in some cases, it isn't. You want these on elevated flat surfaces, too, not just standing on the floor.

Example: My sister made me a nice leeettle box that sits on my nightstand, and all the itty bitty bits that used to end up directly on the nightstand (including yarn and thread offcuts from doing crafts in bed) go into it.

We've started calling this sort of thing "removing mental blocks" which may or may not be an official thing, I have no idea. But whatever makes you stop and forget what you were doing / end up in an executive disfunction trap, find the root cause that makes your brain freeze and find a way around it. (I think this was, in fact, advice I found on Tumblr a while ago.)

For example, to get back to the original advice - one bit at a time is a great way to do big tasks because the mental block is the idea of the big task, and I guess also the boredom / wandering brain that inevitably happens when having to focus on one thing for too long.

So, now I think about it, "removing" is a slightly misleading word - the block is still there, you're certainly not trying to force your way through it, you're figuring out how to work with it.

Another example: I realised the layout of my room also plays into it. Again, if I have to weave around too many things to do something seemingly simple like put clean laundry away, it ends up somewhere else than it should. I haven't mastered this one yet, but it's definitely something I'm keeping in mind now. Sometimes all you have to do to get started is to move a piece of furniture out of your way. I have one bedstand / shelf on wheels, and I rather want to add them to more of my things because it's great to be able to move it easily, even just a little bit. My brain flits from thing to thing, my room should be able to do the same, sort of thing.

I'm bringing all this up because realising all this overall made the idea of cleaning my room a bit less daunting. It's still a mess, and it's still often daunting, but it's overall more of an organised mess more often, and it makes it easier to do the little tasks that add up... because sometimes it even makes it sort of fun, because instead of just a chore it's a bit of a... puzzle game?

Sometimes I also give myself rewards to look forward to after the partial steps. 😁

OH, and I started writing down things I have done, instead of just writing down things to do. To Do lists are daunting, and crossing things out / deleting them from the list is too anticlimactic, at least for my brain. Have Done lists are much more satisfying. So maybe write down the things you have already cleaned / fixed as you go, to see you have not been unproductive even if your eyes deceive you into thinking your room remains unchanged and your pile of Stuff To Do is still daunting! 💛

If you're new to this way of thinking, it might also help you break things down into manageable small steps in the future. Which is what I started doing with my To Do lists. Something like "wash windows" becomes, instead, "Wash windows: remove stuff from windowsill - prepare cleaning products and tools - wash windows - return stuff to windowsill". "Wash floor" becomes (usually just mentally in this case, but still) "sweep floor - prepare water with detergent and floor rag - wash floor". You can even give yourself a bit of time to recharge between the steps! It helps! (It can also mean you forget what you were doing, but even if you do, steps have been made and you have moved forward in the quest. Which is a lot easier to see if you make it explicit to yourself.)

P.S. In case you're wondering, I got the idea of breaking tasks down into steps from sewing pattern instructions. 🤣 "Sew blouse" is a daunting task. "Cut pattern out - interface facings - sew darts - sew this seam, etc" is a quest that can be stretched over years, and at the end you still have a finished blouse.

trying to clean your room can be really daunting and stressful, but you don't have to clean the whole room all in one go.

If you pick up just one thing off the floor, wipe away a little bit of dust, take any dishes to the sink, or anything of the sort, then you have successfully cleaned a bit of your room! It doesn't have to be done all in one burst and every little dent you make will result in a slightly cleaner room

#adhd #cleaning #psa #advice

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goldstargloww · 2 days ago

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hihelo i made a cool thing!

a while ago @askoverkill made a couple posts about how they'd like a custom isat dialogue maker that had layer functionality, and i saw that and immediately took it up as a coding challenge :>

so i immediately started working on it, forgot about it for about 2 months, and then finished it up surprisingly quickly. it's still missing a lot of potential features, and everything is essentially the bear minimum to get it working, but hey, i learned how to use godot doing this and i'm proud of it and also it's really cool. did you know you can tell computers to do stuff??? that's so cool!!!

also, have to mention kongkrog's isat profile customizer here!!! it's what everyone's been using for a while now, and it has features that my take on this doesn't. it's really good, and i referenced its code quite a bit while making this

go mess around with it if you want! if you have any questions, suggestions, or bugs to report, feel free to bring it up either on the github, in my askbox, or on discord

#in stars and time #c:/sgos/creations #c:/sgos/creations/coding

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plutosunshine · 2 days ago

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What Is Your Subconscious Trying to Tell You? Planets in the 12th House

Sun in the 12th house

That’s like the universe saying, “You’re powerful, radiant, and deeply gifted… but let’s play hide-and-seek with it for a while.”

The subconscious here is kind of whispering instead of yelling. It’s like, “Hey, you’ve got this inner light, but it works best when you're alone, dreaming, meditating, or doing something wildly imaginative at 3 a.m.” You’re not the “spotlight” type — you’re more like the candle in a quiet temple. Subtle, sacred, and kinda mysterious.

It might also mean your sense of self (the Sun) is on a journey through a foggy forest. You feel things deeply, often without knowing where it’s all coming from. But that’s the 12th house way — it’s not linear, it’s more “vibes and visions.”

Sometimes this placement is like your soul signed up for a retreat in this lifetime: “Let’s develop compassion, spiritual insight, and psychic Wi-Fi.” But occasionally, it forgets it also has to go grocery shopping and file taxes, which is less magical.

Your subconscious wants you to stop trying to be someone else’s idea of “visible” and start honoring the quiet power you already have. It’s telling you: “You're not here to be loud — you’re here to be luminous in silence.”

Basically, you’re the kind of person who might not post selfies every day, but when you do, everyone’s like “Damn, who is this ethereal being?”

The trick? Spend time in solitude, trust your dreams, and don’t be afraid of your own depth. Your Sun’s not lost — it’s just meditating.

Moon in the 12th house

Ah, Moon in the 12th house — aka “Feelings? Yes. Do I understand them? Not always. Do I absorb the emotional state of every plant, cloud, and stranger’s sneeze? Absolutely.”

This is the placement of the secret empath, the cosmic sponge, the person whose emotional radar is so sensitive it picks up on vibes that haven't even happened yet. Your subconscious basically lives in a cozy, candle-lit cave with a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, journaling about things your conscious mind hasn’t figured out.

You might cry during shampoo commercials and have no idea why. Spoiler: it’s not about the shampoo — it’s probably unresolved childhood stuff, or your neighbor's breakup energy floating through the walls.

The Moon rules emotions, instincts, and your inner child — and when it’s tucked into the 12th house, it's like your feelings are behind a curtain. Sometimes you don’t even realize how deeply affected you are until your cat looks at you weird and suddenly you're having a 3-hour existential crisis.

Your subconscious here is constantly trying to process and heal old emotional baggage — not just from this life, but possibly from past ones too. (Yup, we’re going full mystical.) It’s like your dreams, gut feelings, and random waves of nostalgia are all part of your soul’s therapy sessions.

And the message? Feel your feels. Even if you don’t understand them. Spend time alone. Journal. Swim. Meditate. Cry at art. Be weird and emotional in a safe, private bubble. That’s where your magic lives.

Also — protect your energy. You’re not crazy. You're just psychic and slightly haunted in a beautiful way.

Mercury in the 12th house

Mercury in the 12th house is like having a genius poet locked in the attic of your mind. They write incredible things, uncover deep truths, have brilliant thoughts... but they don’t always send the memo down to your conscious brain. Or if they do, it gets lost in translation somewhere between “dream logic” and “wait, what was I saying again?”

This is the placement of secret thinkers, inner philosophers, and psychic messengers. You may come across as quiet or daydreamy, but under the surface your brain is a labyrinth of thoughts, insights, and deeply intuitive connections. Mercury here doesn’t shout — it whispers from the shadows like, “Psst, I know something you don’t know…”

It might show up as overthinking in the middle of the night, or having whole conversations in your head that are more interesting than real-life small talk. You may also randomly blurt something super profound, and everyone’s like “Whoa… where did that come from?” and you’re like “I… don’t know??”

Also, let’s be real — your subconscious is a talker. It just prefers dreams, music, symbols, and spiritual downloads instead of bullet points. Mercury in the 12th is more Rumi than PowerPoint.

And your subconscious message? Trust the way your mind works, even if it’s not “normal.” Write things down. Record your dreams. Let your creativity out in weird, wordy, wonderful ways. You don’t have to explain your thoughts to everyone — sometimes they’re meant to be decoded slowly, like secret scrolls.

You’re not forgetful. You’re just tuned to a frequency that plays between the lines.

Venus in the 12th house

Ohhh, this one is pure soft poetry and tragic romance vibes. It’s like your heart lives in a secret garden with a “no entry unless you’re telepathic” sign on the gate.

You love deeply — sometimes even before you consciously realize it. Love sneaks up on you. Crushes feel like dreams. You might be drawn to unavailable people (emotionally, geographically, or dramatically). Why? Because Venus in the 12th doesn’t always want a simple rom-com — it wants a soul story with plot twists.

You might also hide your love. Maybe you don’t want to “bother” someone with your feelings. Maybe you fall in love in silence, or love people in ways they never even realize — like a secret admirer… but spiritual. Your subconscious is like, “Let’s keep this precious thing hidden so no one can hurt it.” (Cute, but exhausting.)

Also, you give love selflessly. Venus here is the friend who will help you move at midnight, bake you cookies when you’re sad, and never mention how much you mean to them. Why? Because they assume you already feel it. (Spoiler: not everyone does. Use your words, magical creature.)

Your subconscious is whispering: “You are worthy of love that doesn’t require self-sacrifice to feel real.” Not all love has to be painful, secret, or karmic. You deserve joy, softness, and being loved out loud. Let people love you back. Let your heart be seen, even if it feels scary.

And one more thing? You’re lowkey magnetic. People pick up on that Venusian glow even if you’re trying to hide behind your coffee cup. So maybe step out of the fog once in a while. Love is looking for you too — it just needs a map.

Mars in the 12th house

Ahhh Mars in the 12th house — the warrior monk of the zodiac. It’s like your inner fighter went on a silent retreat and only throws punches in dreams, poetry, or deep existential crises.

Mars is action, drive, anger, desire. But in the 12th house? It’s doing push-ups in the shadows. You have energy, fire, and passion… but it might come out sideways, secretly, or at completely inconvenient times like “why am I suddenly furious at this paperclip?”

Sometimes you’re not even sure what you’re mad at — you just feel pressure building, like there’s a volcano inside that occasionally sighs dramatically through a vent. Or maybe you hesitate to assert yourself because confrontation feels unsafe or unclear. Mars here often learns early in life: “It’s not safe to show anger.” So you tuck it away… until it punches the inside of your ribcage.

But don’t worry — your subconscious has a plan.

Mars in the 12th is like spiritual kung fu. It wants you to use your strength not just to win arguments, but to fight for your healing, your compassion, your creativity, your dreams. Your drive is sacred, even if it feels slippery.

This placement also gives wild dream energy — you might fight battles, run missions, or fall in lust in your sleep.Honestly, your dream self is probably more assertive than your waking self. (Mars is out there living its best dreamlife.)

Your subconscious is saying: “Stop doubting your power just because it doesn’t look like everyone else’s.” You don’t need to charge into battle — but you do need to claim your space. Take inspired action. Express anger safely. Do physical movement that feels healing. Say no without a 3-page apology.

You’re not passive. You’re just a warrior of the unseen. Mars in the 12th isn’t weak — it’s just training on another level.

Jupiter in the 12th house

Jupiter in the 12th house is like having a guardian angel with a great sense of humor who works undercover. You're walking through life with this invisible cheerleader going, “You don’t know it yet, but I’m totally helping you avoid disasters and manifest blessings behind the scenes.”

This placement is lowkey magical. It gives you luck, protection, and spiritual growth — but in subtle, dreamy, 12th-house ways. It’s not “I won the lottery!” luck. It’s “I missed that train and met the love of my life because of it” luck. Divine timing, secret blessings, the universe whispering “trust me” when everything seems foggy.

You might have this deep, unshakable faith that everything will be okay — even if your logical brain is like, “Girl, how??” That’s Jupiter in the 12th. It’s not loud. It’s not flashy. It’s cosmic reassurance wrapped in a soft blanket of intuition.

Also? You're spiritually wise in ways you might not even realize. You could be the friend who just "knows" what someone needs to hear. Or the person who finds meaning in chaos. Or the one journaling about life purpose at 2 a.m. while others are doomscrolling.

And your subconscious? It’s whispering: “Expand inward.” Grow your inner world. Trust your intuition. Let yourself explore dreams, healing, compassion, art, philosophy — not because they’re “productive,” but because your soul literally needs them.

Also: don’t ignore your gift of helping others — even anonymously. You might be amazing at behind-the-scenes kindness, working in solitude, or just radiating that “safe to cry here” energy. People may not know why they feel better around you — but they do.

So yeah. Jupiter in the 12th? It’s spiritual Wi-Fi with unlimited data. Use it. Share it. Trust it.

Saturn in the 12th house

Saturn in the 12th house is like having a strict, old-school monk living in your subconscious — the kind who wakes you up at 5 a.m. to meditate and reminds you that “suffering builds character.” Thanks, bro.

This placement gives deep inner strength, but not without a bit of existential bootcamp. Saturn here often makes you feel like you're carrying invisible weight. You might not always know why you feel heavy, tired, or a bit lonely — but it’s like your soul remembers every past-life karma, every buried fear, and it’s quietly working through them in the background.

It’s the “I feel guilty for no reason” placement. Or “I don’t even know what I’m afraid of, but I am.” Saturn in the 12th is the cosmic janitor sweeping your inner basement — slowly, methodically, and with a clipboard.

You may also keep your struggles hidden. You might not ask for help, because something inside you says “I have to figure this out alone.” And honestly? You probably do get stronger that way. But also — gentle reminder — you don’t have to do everything the hard way.

Your subconscious is saying: “Face your shadows, but don’t marry them.” You’re here to learn how to carry solitude without it turning into isolation. To build faith and structure in the unseen. To turn fear into discipline. And to realize that your strength isn’t in being hard — it’s in being whole.

Also? You’re probably amazing at long-term healing work, spiritual commitment, and being the quiet rock in chaotic times. You’re not weak — you’re just wired to grow from the inside out, and that takes time.

So be patient with yourself. Your soul’s doing advanced-level homework. You’ll graduate with a PhD in Inner Resilience.

Uranus in the 12th house

Uranus in the 12th house is like having a mad scientist, rebel hacker, and cosmic lightning bolt all living in your subconscious… but they’re working anonymously. Behind the scenes. Wearing a trench coat and sunglasses. At night.

This is the placement of psychic plot twists, intuitive downloads, and freaky deja vu moments. You’ll be chilling and suddenly get a “feeling” not to go somewhere — and then find out later that something chaotic happened there. Or you’ll dream about someone you haven’t seen in five years… and they text you the next day. Classic 12th house Uranus stuff.

There’s a deep inner genius here, but it’s not always available on demand. You don’t always know when inspiration will strike — but when it does, it’s weirdly brilliant. Think: flashes of insight in the shower, sudden “aha!”s at 4 a.m., or radical ideas that come while staring at a wall.

Your subconscious is constantly processing the collective energy. It’s like you’re plugged into the Wi-Fi of the universe — but the signal is unstable and sometimes comes with static and prophetic memes.

You may also crave freedom… in ways you can’t always explain. Like, “I just want to be alone in a cave, reinventing myself every three days, thanks.” You rebel against anything that boxes in your soul, even if no one else sees those boxes. Especially rules that feel outdated or fake.

And your subconscious message? “Liberate yourself from within.” The real revolution is happening behind your eyes — in your dreams, your gut feelings, your untamed thoughts. Trust your intuition, honor your eccentricities, and don’t be afraid to break internal rules you didn’t even know were optional.

You’re not unstable. You’re wired for awakening. Uranus in the 12th doesn’t want you to follow the map — it wants you to channel the lightning.

Neptune in the 12th house

Neptune in the 12th house is like being born with a secret doorway to other realms… but also constantly misplacing the key.

This is peak mystical energy. Your subconscious is basically floating in a foggy, glittery dreamscape where mermaids give life advice and emotions come with a soundtrack. You have intuitive, psychic, or even mediumistic abilities — whether you’ve tapped into them or not. Like, you feel things no one else notices. You soak up moods, signals, and subtle energies like a spiritual sponge wrapped in velvet.

But let’s be honest: sometimes you’re not sure what’s yours and what’s just collective sadness, someone else’s anxiety, or Neptune doing its usual “let’s blur the lines” thing.

You may zone out, daydream, escape into art, fantasy, music, or naps (so many naps). Your subconscious says, “Let me dissolve reality for a bit — it’s too loud out there.”

Neptune here is also like: “Boundaries? Never heard of them.” You might feel compassion for literally everyone — even fictional villains and angry birds at the bus stop. Which is beautiful, but exhausting if you’re not protecting your energy.

And the message from your subconscious? “You are here to connect with the divine — but don’t lose yourself in the fog.” Your superpower is your connection to higher love, imagination, empathy, and art. But you’ve got to anchor it. Ground it. Channel it. Otherwise, it’s like having a gorgeous sailboat with no steering wheel.

You're not “too sensitive.” You’re just tuned into the cosmic frequency that most people ignore. Neptune in the 12th is a portal — and you’re the one who gets to walk through it (just remember to come back for snacks and hydration, okay?).

So dream. Create. Heal. Escape sometimes. But also: have boundaries, routines, and maybe one friend who texts you “hey, are you still on this planet?” every now and then.

Pluto in the 12th house

Pluto in the 12th house? Whew. That’s like having a shadow therapist living in your subconscious, doing deep soul excavation while you’re just trying to make it through Monday.

This placement is intense, transformational, and lowkey kind of psychic. You have emotional X-ray vision — you sense what’s hidden, what’s repressed, what’s not being said. You walk into a room and feel the tension before anyone opens their mouth. You read people without trying. Creepy? Maybe. Accurate? Absolutely.

But here’s the thing: you do the same thing to yourself — digging, unraveling, overanalyzing your own motives, wounds, dreams, fears, past lives, ancestral traumas, karmic loops… all while doing the dishes.

You might carry deep emotional weight that’s not even yours. Pluto in the 12th is often like, “Congrats! You’re the family karma sponge!” (rude, but powerful). Your subconscious is constantly whispering: "There’s more under the surface… keep digging." And you do. Even if it’s uncomfortable. Especially if it’s uncomfortable.

You might also have intense dreams, powerful emotions you can’t always explain, or a strange fascination with all things taboo, mysterious, or dark — psychology, death, sex, power, transformation. Basically, Pluto lives where the sun doesn’t shine, and in the 12th house, it’s got a whole underground palace.

But the beauty? You’re a healer. A transformer. A shadow-walker. You’re here to learn that your darkness isn’t dangerous — it’s sacred. You can help others face their fears because you’ve faced (or are constantly facing) your own. You don’t flinch at other people’s pain. You just get it.

So what’s Pluto in the 12th really trying to tell you?

“Go inward. Let go. Rise from your own ashes. Again. And again. And again.” You’re not broken — you’re evolving. Quietly. Radically. From the soul out.

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temporary-tats · 1 day ago

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Reblogging to boost and add a few more channels to follow!

Draw Sessions (personal favorite of mine) - Character/Creature/Mech concept artist. Does longer, real time draw-along videos where he breaks down his process for making concepts, thumbnails, and more detailed illustrations. Excellent inspiration and teaching, also has a discord for his community for all artists, but especially for character concept artists, as well as mentoring. Very chill overall and a channel I'm very glad to have found.

Tyler Edlin - SO MUCH. SO much amazing stuff. Oh man. Genuinely covers pretty much anything. Fundamentals, design principles, illustration tutorials, concept art, etc. This channel is an extension of his online school, Brushsauce Academy, so there's also that to check out if you want, but there is such a wide array of amazing resources here.

Artwod - another channel from a professional artist that covers basically everything, from fundamentals, composition, tips in general, tips for concept art, etc. Tons of amazing stuff. Definitely go check him out.

Whyt Manga - Manga/Comics advice from a published POC Manga author. Has tons of tips, guides, and cheap/free resources, and goes very in-depth in his process. Super good.

Jackie Droujko - Professional character designer, worked at Disney -- great tips and critiques/portfolio reviews. Also has some animation stuff.

Color with Kurt - A great comics colorist! Most stuff is, of course, geared towards comics, but great for color theory in general.

Peter Mohrbacher - Ever heard of Gradient Maps? This man's a master at them, and has great resources to use them better. Most of his videos are painting timelapses, but I find them to be very inspiring to watch.

I can probably dig through my subscriptions and find more, but these are some amazing places to start. Highly recommend.

Can't afford art school?

After seeing post like this 👇

And this gem 👇

As well as countless of others from the AI generator community. Just talking about how "inaccessible art" is, I decided why not show how wrong these guys are while also helping anyone who actually wants to learn.

Here is the first one ART TEACHERS! There are plenty online and in places like youtube.

📺Here is my list:

Proko (Free, mostly teaches anatomy and how to draw people. But does have art talks and teaches the basics.)

Marc Brunet (Free but he does have other classes for a cheap price. Use to work for Blizzard and teaches you everything)

Aaron Rutten (free, tips about art, talks about art programs and the best products for digital art)

BoroCG (free, teaches a verity of art mediums from 3D modeling to digital painting. As well as some tips that can be used across styles)

Jesse J. Jones (free, talks about animating)

Jesus Conde (free, teaches digital painting and has classes in Spanish)

Mohammed Agbadi (free, he gives some advice in some videos and talks about art)

Ross Draws (free, he does have other classes for a good price. Mostly teaching character designs and simple backgrounds.)

SamDoesArts (free, gives good advice and critiques)

Drawfee Show (free, they do give some good advice and great inspiration)

The Art of Aaron Blaise ( useful tips for digital art and animation. Was an animator for Disney. Mostly nature art)

Bobby Chiu ( useful tips and interviews with artist who are in the industry or making a living as artist)

Sinix Design (has some tips on drawing people)

Winged canvas (art school for free on a verity of mediums)

Bob Ross (just a good time, learn how to paint, as well as how too relax when doing art. "there are no mistakes only happy accidents", this channel also provides tips from another artist)

Scott Christian Sava (Inspiration and provides tips and advice)

Pikat (art advice and critiques)

Drawbox (a suggested cheap online art school, made of a community of artist)

Skillshare (A cheap learning site that has art classes ranging from traditional to digital. As well as Animation and tutorials on art programs. All under one price, in the USA it's around $34 a month)

Human anatomy for artist (not a video or teacher but the site is full of awesome refs to practice and get better at anatomy)

Second part BOOKS, I have collected some books that have helped me and might help others.

📚Here is my list:

The "how to draw manga" series produced by Graphic-sha. These are for manga artist but they give great advice and information.

"Creating characters with personality" by Tom Bancroft. A great book that can help not just people who draw cartoons but also realistic ones. As it helps you with facial ques and how to make a character interesting.

"Albinus on anatomy" by Robert Beverly Hale and Terence Coyle. Great book to help someone learn basic anatomy.

"Artistic Anatomy" by Dr. Paul Richer and Robert Beverly Hale. A good book if you want to go further in-depth with anatomy.

"Directing the story" by Francis Glebas. A good book if you want to Story board or make comics.

"Animal Anatomy for Artists" by Eliot Goldfinger. A good book for if you want to draw animals or creatures.

"Constructive Anatomy: with almost 500 illustrations" by George B. Bridgman. A great book to help you block out shadows in your figures and see them in a more 3 diamantine way.

"Dynamic Anatomy: Revised and expand" by Burne Hogarth. A book that shows how to block out shapes and easily understand what you are looking out. When it comes to human subjects.

"An Atlas of animal anatomy for artist" by W. Ellenberger and H. Dittrich and H. Baum. This is another good one for people who want to draw animals or creatures.

Etherington Brothers, they make books and have a free blog with art tips.

📝As for Supplies, I recommend starting out cheap, buying Pencils and art paper at dollar tree or 5 below. If you want to go fancy Michaels is always a good place for traditional supplies. They also get in some good sales and discounts. For digital art, I recommend not starting with a screen art drawing tablet as they are usually more expensive.

For the Best art Tablet I recommend either Xp-pen, Bamboo or Huion. Some can range from about 40$ to the thousands.

💻As for art programs here is a list of Free to pay.

Clip Studio paint ( you can choose to pay once or sub and get updates. Galaxy, Windows, macOS, iPad, iPhone, Android, or Chromebook device. )

Procreate ( pay once for $9.99 usd, IPAD & IPHONE ONLY)

Blender (for 3D modules/sculpting, animation and more. Free)

PaintTool SAI (pay but has a 31 day free trail)

Krita (Free)

mypaint (free)

FireAlpaca (free)

Aseprite ($19.99 usd but has a free trail, for pixel art Windows & macOS)

Drawpile (free and for if you want to draw with others)

IbisPaint (free, phone app ONLY)

Medibang (free, IPAD, Android and PC)

NOTE: Some of these can work on almost any computer like Clip and Sai but others will require a bit stronger computer like Blender. Please check their sites for if your computer is compatible.

So do with this information as you will but as you can tell there are ways to learn how to become an artist, without breaking the bank. The only thing that might be stopping YOU from using any of these things, is YOU.

I have made time to learn to draw and many artist have too. Either in-between working two jobs or taking care of your family and a job or regular school and chores. YOU just have to take the time or use some time management, it really doesn't take long to practice for like an hour or less. YOU also don't have to do it every day, just once or three times a week is fine.

Hope this was helpful and have a great day.

"also apologies for any spelling or grammar errors, I have Dyslexia and it makes my brain go XP when it comes to speech or writing"

#art resources #digital art #traditional art #art education #temp tats talks

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astrolook · 11 hours ago

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💘Venus in Synastry - Are They Setting You Free or Setting You Up? 🔥

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home!

Their Venus in ur 1st - They want to "have" you before they know your name and also memorize your face like it's art. You walk around triggering their romantic fantasies without trying. Their taste shifts toward you like you're the new standard of hot, even if you don’t fit their “type.” They might stare at you for too long and pretend they didn't when you look at them. They might become desperate to "earn" your attention. You spark their inner romantic and inner pervert at the exact same time. They def would get jealous if you smile at others' jokes or give attention. In a relationship, they would go out of their way to let everyone know you're theirs. Can expect royalty treatment from them. If it’s one-sided, it feels like you’re being adored from a distance while they project a fantasy you never agreed to, or the other way around. After a breakup, their fixation can twist. Love turns bitter, and they might mock you for what they once worshipped.

Their Venus in ur 2nd - They def wanna know your fav food and anything fav of yours. You trigger their desire to invest their time and effort into you. Touch is currency now and you’re holding all the wealth. You trigger their inner sugar daddy, even if they’re broke. They want to feed you, spoil you, and then bite your shoulder a little. Your scent is burned into their memory. You make them want to show up, show out, and show off. They think about what your body would feel like under their hands. A lot. They like watching you do normal stuff like drink coffee, take your shoes off, comb your hair, exist. They prefer to be half-naked with you and prefer the same in return. If you’re not into it, they’ll still linger, hoping you’ll eventually “get it.” Breakups hit them in the wallet and the soul. They feel like they lost an investment.

Their Venus in ur 3rd - You start catching feelings after the fifth “lol” they send. Their voice does things to you that it shouldn’t. They text you just to hear your thoughts, not just your plans. You suddenly care what they think of your taste in music, food, etc. You talk for hours and somehow never get bored with them. They complement you in ways that make your brain short-circuit. You catch yourself laughing and blushing at the same time. They like the way you talk, even when you’re angry or crying. You become their favorite person to overshare with. It’s the “did you get home safe?” texts followed by a thirst trap. If it's one-sided, they leave you on read or ghost straight up. After a breakup, you’ll miss the way they spoke to you more than anything else.

Their Venus in ur 4th - They show up soft, comforting, then start touching your heart and your thighs. They want to know what breaks you and what blankets you. You suddenly feel like telling them secrets you haven’t even told your therapist or people close to you. Their affection feels like a warm bath, until you realize you’re drowning a little. They might like to talk or make out with you under dim lights. They’ll cook for you, then pull you onto their lap while it simmers. You start imagining a future with them in your house and hate how natural it feels. They def will like your bare face and messy hair. You start missing them before they leave for work. You feel like they see the version of you, you never know you had. Every time they touch you, it feels like they’re writing a love letter on your skin. On the flip side, they act cozy until things get too real, then vanish into emotional fog. You’ll start feeling like home to them, but they’ll treat you like a layover.

Their Venus in ur 5th - They make you feel hot and beautiful. They flirt like it’s a sport and you’re the trophy they plan to snatch. You catch yourself smiling when they walk in, even when you’re annoyed. They want you want them so bad. They gas you up and push your buttons like it’s foreplay. They would def complement you and praise you. You start craving their attention like sugar, then crash when they withhold it. Jealousy creeps in fast in some cases and suddenly you don’t like them laughing with anyone else. You light each other up, but it’s hard to tell if it’s love or just a spark fire. They might chase hard, then disappear when you stop clapping for them. If it's one-sided, you might feel like a background character in their love show.

Their Venus in ur 6th - You find them sexy when they’re focused, sweaty, or quietly solving everyday problems. They want you on your grind but also in their bed by 9PM, every night, no exceptions. They notice your health, your habits, your little flaws and want to be the one who helps fix them. Their affection is practical...until it turns filthy behind closed doors. They would take out the trash for you, run errands or pay bills. They want to earn your love with consistency and lowkey obsession. It’s not “I love you” every day but it’s “Did you eat?” “Text me when you’re home.” “I got you.” They might give and give, hoping you’ll notice and resent when you don’t reciprocate. They can micro-manage your day and tell you where to go and what to do or wear. They can become possessive over your time, space, and energy, quietly controlling. The relationship might feel more like an obligation than romance after a while. When it ends, you either miss them or feel relieved it's over, and thank god.

Their Venus in ur 7th - You look at them and think “yep, I could be seen in public with that.” You start fantasizing about joint accounts and matching rings after the third date. They trigger your romantic side, even if you thought it was dead. They fit your type in ways you didn’t even realize you had. Eye contact with them feels like vows you didn’t agree to yet. You might mirror each other’s moods, words, and even bad habits without noticing. Being with them makes you want to become a better person. The connection feels like it should be permanent, even when it’s fragile as hell. There’s a calm in their presence, until silence stretches too long and hits like a bruise. On the flip side, they might reflect what you want to see without ever really giving it. The silence between you starts to feel louder than any breakup. You’ll wait for a text that doesn’t come, because they know how to disappear quietly. Losing them feels like losing a version of yourself you almost believed in.

Their Venus in ur 8th - Fantasy overload! You want to know everything about them. Their touch feels like it unlocks a door you didn’t know you locked. You think about them in the shower, during arguments, when eating, mid-orgasm like nonstop. Jealousy or longing hits early and hard, even if you're not "together." Sex feels less like pleasure and more like a psychic ritual. You crave their secrets as much as you crave their skin. They know what turns you on and off and keep their finger right on the switch. You start to obsess over how much they know about you, how deep they’ve gotten, what they’ll do with it. They seduce you by showing you your own darkness and making it feel like love. On the flip side, you might get hooked while they keep it surface, leaving you craving a depth they never planned to give. One day, you feel seen, then invisible to them. If it ends, it can be violent or crazy.

Their Venus in ur 9th - They make your brain tingle and your pants/skirts tight/wet in the same sentence. Long talks turn into long stares, then long nights. It’s hot until they start drifting like a tourist who never unpacks. They light you up in ways that make you question what you thought love was. They make you feel like anything is possible and also that nothing is guaranteed. You crave their mind like a drug and keep going back for another hit. You don’t know if it’s love, lust, or a crash course in letting go but it’s a ride. If it ends, you realize too late that they came to teach you something, not to stay for the final chapter.

Their Venus in ur 10th - You wanna have their last name. They make you want to succeed and strip, often at the same time. You start imagining what you’d look like as their power couple aesthetic. You want them to respect you and ruin you in equal measure. You feel like the world notices when they look at you. Their attention makes you stand taller, talk smoother, and act like someone worth owning. They love seeing you in control, but they want to undo it slowly. They want to be seen with you, not just close, but claimed. They might put you on a pedestal and might believe everything you say. Can be a simp at times. If it's one-sided, you’ll feel like an accessory they show off but never truly hold. They might withhold affection if they feel it threatens their control or pride.

Their Venus in ur 11th - Their flirting is masked as inside jokes that go way too far. You start dressing hotter “by accident” when you know they’ll be around. Every group hang feels like a secret date only you two are in on. You feel freer with them than with anyone else, and somehow that’s what traps you. They make you feel known in that scary-good way....then ghost you for a week. They hype you up publicly and text you “you looked hot today” privately. You go from memes to sexts to emotional heart dumps in one night, lol. They show up like a best friend, but stay like an unresolved crush. Even if you’re not even together and one or both of you are already imagining a situationship playlist. On the flip side, they might give you mixed signals. You’ll be stuck between friendship and thirst with no map out. They might use connection to stay close, while keeping you at arm’s length. Emotional honesty gets dodged with sarcasm, distractions, or disappearing acts.

Their Venus in ur 12th - They feel familiar before you even know their last name, like déjà vu. Their presence lingers like perfume on skin hours after they leave. You can’t stop thinking about them, even when nothing has technically happened. You crave them in silence, and it somehow feels louder than screaming. Every interaction feels spiritually charged and low-key forbidden. Sex with them (or even imagining it) feels like a prayer you’re not sure you should say. They feel like the answer to a question you didn’t know your body was asking. Loving them feels like surrender, that's sweet, scary, and somehow sacred. If one-sided, you might obsess in silence while they sleep peacefully, unaware. This love can feel like waiting for something that never lands.

Some patterns I've noticed over the yrs:

Venus in 1st/5th/7th/9th/10th/11th/12th -> You love their mind, looks, presence, or life philosophy from afar. “We’d totally fall in love if we met…” Can have celeb-crush energy. Deep emotional obsession with someone who has no idea the other exists.

Venus in 3rd/5th/7th/8th/11th -> Can be one-sided. Friends with benefits situations, a hookup, one-night stand situations, short-term affairs, one person doing all the effort, to keep a score, etc can be seen here. Can be toxic too.

Quick Synastry Reality Check 💋

Synastry is about energy exchange between two people who actually know each other. That means: 🖤 You’ve met. 🖤 You’ve talked. 🖤 There’s been some kind of interaction or mutual vibe, even a little spark.

If you’ve never met them, never spoken, or it’s a one-way obsession (like a celebrity, athlete, Youtuber or influencer)…that’s not synastry, that’s projection.

No, that famous player or that YouTuber is not secretly in love with you because their Venus falls in your 8th or 5th house. Yes, synastry can feel intense, but it needs both people to be involved in some real way for it to work.

It’s energy. It’s chemistry. It’s connection. Not a crush on someone who doesn’t know you exist. I'm saying this here bcoz I got a few people in my DMs asking me, and I wanted to address it. Thank you for reading!

💌For readings, check out my pinned post for pricing! ✨💌🪐

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briskchips · 2 days ago

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HIIII i wanted to say that OHMYGOSHYGOSH i ❤️ UR STUFF AND ART AND ANIMATICS AND YOUR EVERYTHINGS SO MUCH OMG THE STYLE??? THE COMPOSITIONING??? THE EXPRESSIONS???? HELLO??? GRAHH EVERY TIME I SEE YOUR WORK IT ALWAYS MAKES ME WANNA COMBUST INTO A… a…. uhh…. I DUNNO, but aside from that, i was also kind of curious how you would draw any of the beasts in a regular humanoid form since im wee bit curious on how you draw regular ppl (but you dont have to do this part, just know i love your work so much its so freaking cool and aspire to get to ur level some day ur like a big inspo to me)

Thank you so much!! You're too sweet 😭 I really appreciate it!!

I haven't drawn all the beasts as humans, but I've got a handful of humanized cookies (mostly burning spice)!

#crk #burning spice cookie #shadow milk cookie #golden cheese cookie #pure vanilla cookie #black raisin cookie #shadowvanilla #sneakily puts my fem bspice in there #(butching spice)

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kdh-tally · 1 day ago

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Huntr/x and Saja Boys Headcannons!!!

This was requested (Here's a summary) : I was wondering if you could do an open world fanfic? Where the saja boys are able to return to the human world since they wouldnt be demons no longer (the defeat of gwi nam). The fansign scene left me STARVING. LIKEEE mystery x zoey and baby being the wingman (nonchalantly ofc) romance x mira x abby (YOU CAN DECIDE WHO GETS WITH MIRA BTW NO WORRIES ❤️) and ofc our NUMBER ONE JINU X RUMI

No idea how long this was but here's my first head cannon thingy :D

The Aftermath

Jinu, the sweet little self-sacrificing boy just shows up one day in the label lobby like hi ☺️☺️ and everyone freezes in place.

Rumi blinks and leaves the room.

Baby, the maknae (youngest member), is like “I’m not crying you’re crying shut up bro.”

The boys don’t question it too hard because they’re just happy he’s back. And now they get to keep playing the hot idol boy group.

Not that they cared about their fans or anything…

(Spoiler: they love the idol life. They just pretend to be tired.)

Both Huntrix and Saja Boys are definitely under the same entertainment company now. Same building, Same dorm hall, Shared lounges and practice rooms.

This also means people keep taking other peoples stuff.

Mira wanted to eat the ramen she left on the counter only 3 minutes ago? Too bad, Romance took the cup and left a sticky note: “sorry pinkie. u snooze u starve - R”

The girls didn’t even know when the boys were signed.

“Wait, are you saying the weird tall guy who always takes my food is one of the Saja Boys??” Mira glances over at Bobby in confusion.

“We’ve been working above them this whole time!!??”

Rumi definitely avoided the whole label for WEEKS once she found out Jinu was alive again.

Abby saw her in the stairwell once when heading to dance practice and she legit LEAPT over the railing to avoid him seeing her.

There will be prank wars.

Rumi suggests it by accident one day, wanting to ensure that Gwi-Ma is sealed forever. “We should just move back into the dorms so we can spy on them.”

Zoey, seeing this as a way to have more fun, gets so hyped, "or we move in so we can BOTHER them!!"

Next thing you know, Huntrix is back in their old dorm and they’re not even subtle about their pranks.

Within the first week?

Baby’s toothbrush gets replaced with a glitter-coated pacifier.

Mystery wakes up to “Zoey was here ;P” written in red lipstick on his mirror. (He stares at it for a good five minutes before wiping it off.)

Jinu goes to work out one day in the company gym only to find that all the motivational posters have been replaced with an image of his head photoshopped onto a barbie doll....

The boys retaliate.

Romance reroutes the girls’ shower water to freezing cold.

Abby writes them a sweet apology note then leaves stink bombs under their couch cushions. (Mira is fuming, cause how DARE he mess with her couch???)

Baby? He would bake them cookies that taste amazing but are actually mild laxatives. He says “oopsie” but is smiling too hard.

Daily Interactions That Would Definitely Happen

Dance Practice:

Somehow both groups would be scheduled to use the practice room at the same time.

Zoey and Mystery would argue over who gets to use the bluetooth speaker first.

Rumi walking in, seeing Jinu sweaty from practice, walking OUT.

Abby quietly waits to stretch but then gets dragged into a Mira vs Romance (she's getting him back for stealing her ramen).

Company Lounge:

Baby would be snacking mid-meeting, sharing with some Zoey (his fellow rapper) and not offering Mystery anything just to start some trouble.

Rumi chooses to sit on the farthest end of the couch from Jinu but he moves closer anyway.

“Mind if I sit here?”

"Um- no! I don't know. Yo-you can do whateeeeeever you want... Heh"

Recording Studio:

Zoey overhears Mystery’s guide vocal and straight up complains. “Ugh. Why is he good at everything.”

He just smirks in the booth (he heard her). She’s blushing. He knows.

Abby helps Mira rehearse her lines in the hallway. Romance pops in with a “need help, pinkie?” and gets hit with her script binder.

Little Scenes

Baby constantly catching Zoey and Mystery coming up with lyrics together in one of the solo-practice rooms. He'd shake his head and walk by, “Not my business.”

(It becomes his business. He’s taking mental notes as to how to set them up.)

Late-night rooftop talks between Rumi and Jinu.

Both of them still haven’t completely come to terms with their demon (and half-demon) heritage.

She’s still so unsure about everything but he's incredibly devoted to her.

“Even when I disappeared I still remember how I felt about you. I mean, I literally gave you my soul” he lets out a small laugh

“Shut up before I cry, you idiot.” (she's already crying into his hoodie)

Romance tries to convince Abby to dye his hair a different colour so that only he matches with Mira.

The Fans

The fans believe the whole “Huntrix vs Saja Boys” rivalry was just a clever concept planned out since the Saja Boys debut.

“Whoa, two groups with an epic fantasy backstory??”

No one knows what actually happened.

They think Jinu’s re-appearance is just him coming back from a long hiatus after health complications.

Little do they know he literally reincarnated.

Fansign Events

Mystery x Zoey Moments (Constant Sarcasm)

A fan is literally spewing so many questions at them “Your concept is sooo realistic. How did you learn to hold swords like that?”

Zoey -> “Extensive training.”

Mystery -> “Yeah. In the mountains. With wolves.”

Zoey -> “That’s why you’re always barking at people huh?"

“I don’t bark at the fans-”

“There’s an hour long youtube compilation of you just-”

Anyways…

A fan brings Mystery a vampire plushie and he just stares at it.

“Do I… give off vampire?”

Zoey shrugs, “I mean, you got the pale skin, hidden eyes, sharp teeth for biting your fans. It’s a fair assumption.”

The fan squeals

Rumi x Jinu (Secret Soulmates)

A fan asks the two “Rumi, you’ve worked with Jinu before right?”

“You could say that.” she smiles while signing their album.

She really means “We literally fought a huge magical demon fire thing side-by-side and he sacrificed himself for me.”

Jinu signs an album with “I’ll protect you forever 😉” and winks at a fan.

Rumi gives him a NASTY side eye and playfully whispers at the fan “He’s not even that charming.”

She is beet red.

The fan is dying of laughter.

Most fans have a theory that they were cast as rivals in a music video storyline that never ended up being released.

Mira x Romance x Abby Triangle (Pink Trio)

I feel like fans would call them Pink Crayons or something like that cause they all have pink hair.

Fan: “What’s your favorite memory between both groups?”

Abby -> “When we survived our first tour.”

Romance -> “When we survived our first battle-”

Mira, while grinning at the fan, KICKS HIS SHIN UNDER THE TABLE

Romance -> “I MEANT fan battle. On Twitter. With hashtags. Obviously.”

Abby smiles so kindly at fans that they start calling him a “gentle giant.”

Baby Being a single wingman & Secret Keeper

Fans: “What’s it like sharing a company with Huntrix?”

“Loud. Dangerous. Very cursed. I mean—cozy.”

He’s so calm, seeing as he’s the only one who wasn’t being shipped.

He didn’t mind watching his other group members flirting all the time (maybe just a little bit…)

“You know Mystery sleeps like he’s guarding a portal to hell. Kidding. Unless…?”

The fans know he’s the comedic relief between both groups.

Zombie Apocalypse?

Fan: “What would you do in a zombie apocalypse?”

Zoey -> “Take Mira and Rumi and run.”

Mystery -> “I’d already have a plan.”

Abby -> “I’d distract the zombies with my gorgeous muscles.” Proceeds to flex.

Jinu -> “Obviously I’m saving my pets first,”

Rumi -> “Your pets? You still haven’t named them??”

Jinu -> “It takes timeeeeee”

Mira -> “Grabbing my couch, grabbing zoey and running.”

Rumi -> “What about me 🥺”

Mira -> “Jinu won’t let you die so i’m not that worried”

Baby -> “I am the apocalypse.”

Romance -> “What does that even mean–”

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Beach Day

summary: A perfect day spent at the beach with Emily and your daughter, Rowan.

word count: 2.4k

tags: fluff, momily, fem!reader

warnings: slight baby talk at the end

The soft hush of the ocean is the first thing you register as you wake up. The second is the smell of coffee and something vaguely sweet sizzling in the kitchen.

You stretch your warm limbs under the linen sheets and glance at the empty space beside you. It’s still dented from where Emily slept, but it's cool now. She’s always the first one up on vacation, which is a miracle considering how many alarms it usually takes to wake her on workdays.

You pad barefoot across the wood floors of the beach house, the sun pouring golden light through sheer white curtains. When you reach the kitchen, the sight stops you cold in that soft kind of way that makes your chest ache.

Emily’s at the stove, hair pulled up in a loose ponytail, wearing one of your oversized sleep shirts and a pair of cotton shorts. Rowan sits cross-legged on the counter next to her in strawberry-print pajamas, clutching a wooden spoon. There’s a smear of flour on her cheek and a proud look on her face as she stirs a bowl with a dramatic, messy flair.

Emily glances over her shoulder, and her whole face lights up. “Morning, beautiful.”

Rowan gasps, spotting you. “Mommy! I’m cooking. With Mama!”

“Oh, are you?” you say, walking over to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Lucky Mama.”

Emily smirks, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. “She’s the sous-chef. And the official taste tester. We’re working on our presentation skills.”

“I tasted the chocolate chips,” Rowan reports seriously. “To make sure they weren’t poisoned.”

You blink. “And?”

“Still good,” she confirms, and Emily nearly drops the spatula from laughing.

You slide behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her bare shoulder. “You’re not allowed to look this good before I’ve had coffee.”

Emily shakes her head with a smirk.

“I want coffee!” Rowan interrupts. “But with marshmallows.”

You and Emily share a look, the kind full of silent communication you’ve perfected by now, before Emily says, “How about some apple juice with breakfast, and marshmallows later after the beach?”

Rowan scrunches up her face in thought. “I get to wear my crab hat to the beach?”

Emily nods solemnly. “Crab hat is mandatory.”

You pour coffee while Emily plates the pancakes, which are uneven and slightly too brown in places, but Rowan is clapping like you’re at a five-star brunch. The three of you sit at the little kitchen table, sunlight streaking across the floor, legs bumping under the table, syrup dripping off chins.

It's messy and slow and perfect.

Halfway through her second pancake, Rowan looks up with her mouth full and asks, “Is it beach time now?”

Emily snorts into her coffee. You lean back in your chair, smiling as Rowan squirms with anticipation.

“Alright, baby,” you say, ruffling her hair. “Let’s get your crab hat.”

You fully underestimated how much stuff it takes to entertain a three-year-old at the beach until this morning, but here you are, surrounded by towels, snacks, water bottles, Rowan’s beach toys, and a bottle of sunscreen she keeps trying to hide under the couch.

“Do we need this many snacks?” Emily asks, peering into the beach bag as you shove another granola bar inside.

“We have a toddler. We need five snacks for every ten minutes she’s awake.”

“I can’t argue with that logic,” she admits, kneeling to fasten Rowan’s sandals.

Rowan is buzzing with way too much energy, arms flailing as she talks at full speed about how she’s going to build the biggest castle ever and maybe find a jellyfish and also bury Emily in sand. You’re not sure in what order, but you nod anyway.

“Arms up,” you say, holding the sunscreen.

Rowan groans. “I already did it!”

“You did only one arm,” you point out.

Emily chuckles from where she’s zipping up the beach tote. “Maybe she just wants a little extra vitamin D on one side.”

You give her a look, and she grins, no help at all. Eventually, with the promise of rainbow popsicles later, Rowan lets you cover her in sunscreen, complete with dramatic sighs and wiggling that would make an eel proud.

By the time you make it outside, the sun is warm, and the breeze off the water smells like salt and summer. The beach is only a short walk from the house, and Rowan immediately takes off down the path, plastic pail swinging wildly, yelling something about crabs and pirates.

“She gets that energy from you,” Emily murmurs beside you, slipping her fingers through yours.

“Please. I’m exhausted just watching her.”

She leans into your ear. “You’re so beautiful right now.”

You glance sideways at her in her black swimsuit and sunglasses, messy bangs and smirking lips, and roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me for it,” she says, lifting your joined hands and kissing the back of yours.

You reach the sand just in time to stop Rowan from throwing herself headfirst into the surf. Instead, you help her set up a towel and umbrella while Emily stakes out a shady spot for your bags. The moment her bucket hits the sand, Rowan is off and running, digging wildly and narrating every second of it.

You lie back on the towel, one eye on Rowan, one arm stretched lazily behind your head. Emily settles beside you, close enough that your thighs touch, and she exhales like she hasn’t done that in weeks.

“She’s so happy,” she says softly.

You nod. “She doesn’t even miss screens. Just needs a bucket and some wet sand.”

“And a crab hunt,” Emily adds. “She told me she’s going to bring one home for Sergio.”

“Absolutely not.”

Emily laughs and tilts her head toward you, voice lower now. “You’re happy too.”

You glance at her. “I am.”

And you are. It’s in your bones, wrapped around you like a blanket. The way Emily looks at you like you’re the sun and the tide and everything in between.

Rowan runs over a moment later, beaming, cheeks flushed, and proudly shows you a shell that’s half-broken, but totally perfect in her eyes. She plops down in your lap, warm and sandy, and you wrap your arms around her.

Emily’s gaze is soft as she watches the two of you. Rowan turns her head to Emily and raises the shell higher. “You want to see my shell, Mama?” she asks eagerly.

Emily laughs, leaning in closer. “Of course, let me see it.”

Two hours later, Rowan is still going strong, digging like she’s on a mission, when you and Emily exchange a glance over the rim of your sunglasses. Emily stretches, her hand brushing your thigh.

“She’s going to crash the second we get her in the bath,” she says with amusement.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you murmur, brushing sand off your knee. “She’s operating entirely on toddler adrenaline.”

Rowan runs up with a bucket full of foamy seawater and a single, very determined hermit crab. “I found a friend! Can we take him home?”

You sit up quickly. “He lives at the beach, babe. We have to leave him here at his home.”

Rowan’s lower lip trembles slightly, and you see Emily spring into action, crouching beside her.

“We can take a picture for Sergio,” Emily suggests. “And you can draw him later. That way, he stays here with his crab friends, and Sergio still gets to meet him.”

Rowan considers this very seriously before nodding and holding up the bucket like a trophy. “Okay, but I’m naming him Mr. Pinchy.”

“Of course you are,” you say, trying not to laugh.

After a few more minutes and a carefully orchestrated crab release, you start packing up your little beach camp. Everything is either damp and half-covered in sand. Emily shoulders the bag, you scoop up Rowan, who’s finally starting to get heavy-lidded, and together you start walking back up the path to the beach house.

Rowan rests her head on your shoulder, warm and sticky with sunscreen, arms tucked around your neck.

“I love the beach,” she mumbles into your skin.

You glance at Emily beside you, her hair windblown and her expression soft, eyes on both of you, memorizing the moment.

“Me too, Ro,” you whisper.

The bathroom fills with the smell of bubblegum shampoo and warm steam, and Rowan sits perched in the tub, surrounded by foam, plastic sea creatures, and a plastic cup.

You sit on the edge of the tub, rolling your sleeves up as she demonstrates how “Sharky” is going to attack the loofah.

Emily walks in with two folded towels and pauses in the doorway, smiling at the scene. “How’s Bubble Queen doing?”

“I’m not a queen,” Rowan says, scooping up a mountain of bubbles and smearing them over her face. “I’m Papa Rossi.”

Emily loses it. She nearly drops the towels as she laughs, hand pressed to her chest.

Rowan shrugs, holding up the plastic cup. “See, he drinks lots of coffee and I’m doing his beard.”

You grin, watching Emily wipe tears from her eyes. “Do you think Papa Rossi likes bubble baths?”

Rowan narrows her eyes. “He needs one.”

Emily stifles another laugh as she crouches beside you, tucking a wet curl behind Rowan’s ear. “He might agree with that, honestly.”

The sun is low and the heat has become pleasant and breezy by the time you step out onto the sidewalk. Rowan is between you and Emily, holding both your hands, swinging her legs every few steps with a delighted squeal.

The boardwalk is buzzing with families in matching T-shirts, couples walking dogs, and a man playing guitar near a bus stop. The scent of fried food and ocean breeze hangs in the air and lights blink to life one by one as the sun continues to go down.

You glance sideways at Emily. She’s wearing jeans and a loose button-down over her tank top. She has sunglasses perched on her head with one hand wrapped around Rowan’s. She catches your look and raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say, and it’s not even close to true. The truth is, you’ve never seen her more beautiful. You don’t think she even realizes how naturally it all comes to her, the way Rowan looks at her. It’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever witnessed.

You end up at a small beachside diner, the kind with string lights and picnic tables out front. Rowan insists on sitting between you both and orders mac and cheese with “bonus french fries.” Emily gets fish tacos. You get something with shrimp you barely look at because you’re too busy watching your wife help Rowan squeeze ketchup into the shape of a heart.

You laugh. “That’s not even remotely heart-shaped.”

Rowan defends it fiercely. “It’s abstract.”

Emily clinks her glass against yours. “She’s not wrong.”

Dinner is loud and sticky and filled with happy chaos. Rowan tells the waitress about Mr. Pinchy and the jellyfish castle and how Sergio is going to be very jealous that he didn’t get to come. The waitress plays along like a pro.

By the time you’re walking back to the beach house, Rowan is quiet, fingers tangled with Emily’s, yawning into her shoulder. She’s fighting sleep, but not very well.

“I like it here,” she mumbles. “Can we come back forever?”

Emily meets your eyes over Rowan’s head. “What do you think, babe? Should we just live here and build sandcastles professionally?”

You grin. “I think we’d have the best castles in Virginia.”

By the time you’re back inside, Rowan is half-asleep on Emily’s shoulder, fingers tangled in her mom’s shirt, breathing slow and shallow. You lift her gently, earning a sleepy grumble as you carry her down the hallway to her room.

She’s out before you even finish tucking her in, one arm flopped across her stuffed bunny, dark hair splayed across the pillow. Emily brushes a thumb across her cheek, kissing her temple softly, afraid to wake her.

“She’s wiped,” Emily whispers as the two of you back out of the room.

“She made it longer than I thought,” you murmur, pulling the door shut until it clicks.

It’s quiet in the beach house now. The windows are cracked open, and you can hear the faint lull of waves outside. You trail into the kitchen where Emily’s already pouring two glasses of wine and flicking on the dim lamp above the couch.

She hands you yours and curls up beside you, legs brushing. You clink glasses without a word, and it’s the kind of silence that doesn’t need filling.

After a sip, Emily sighs and leans her head against your shoulder. “Today was perfect.”

“It was,” you say, resting your cheek against her hair. “Sticky and sandy and loud and exhausting but perfect.”

You both sit there for a while, wine glasses in hand, just listening to the waves and the creak of the old beach house settling in for the night.

Then Emily shifts slightly, tracing the rim of her glass with her finger. Her voice is quiet, careful. “Do you ever think about doing it again?”

You blink. “Doing what again?”

Her eyes meet yours, steady now. “All of this. Another baby.”

You stare at her for a second, heart catching a little. “You’re serious?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” Her thumb slides across the back of your hand. “Rowan’s getting so big. I just… I don’t know. I miss the little moments. The firsts. The tiny socks. The way she used to sleep on our chests like it was the safest place in the world.”

Your chest tightens, not in fear, but something warmer. Something like the thought that maybe this life has more chapters you haven’t even imagined yet.

You lean into her, forehead pressed to hers. “I think I could love that idea.”

Emily smiles, eyes shining. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She smiles, steady and calm. “It won’t be easy.”

You squeeze her hand. “I’m in. No matter what.”

She nods, a quiet confidence between you. “Then let’s see where it takes us.”

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♡ summary: the bau travels to colorado for another case where you find yourself in serious danger pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: violence, blood, case details wc: 2.5k

"They didn't have the chips you like but I got you these." Spencer dropped a bag of sour cream and onion chips on the conference table as he sank into the chair beside you. You were in Fort Collins Colorado for a case where an unsub was kidnapping children. As of right now, three children were missing with no confirmation of if they were alive or not.

"That's okay. Thank you." You sent him a smile as you opened the bag. His knee brushed against yours as he scooched his chair closer to the table. The two of you were the only ones in the police precinct, the rest of the team out talking to families or checking out crime scenes. You and Spencer had been tasked with creating the geographical profile but you'd finished a bit ago and were waiting for the rest of the team to come back with new information.

You glanced over as Spencer nudged your water bottle towards you. He'd bought you the bottle to try and get you to drink more water. So far it was working. You liked the color he picked out, it was made of that material that thermos' were made of which kept your drink cold all day. To show your gratitude, you made sure to stay hydrated. You also liked the trips to the water fountain to refill it.

"Do you want to get takeout tonight?" You asked. You were on track to finish this case tonight, right on the unsub's tail. The only way you wouldn't catch him is if he disappeared out of thin air.

"Sure. Your place or mine?" You don't get the chance to answer when Morgan and Emily walk into the conference room.

"We've got a lead. The kid's mother told us about some man she'd been talking to online." Morgan explained, already dialing Garcia.

"Does Hotch know?" You asked, just as the man in question strode into the conference room, Rossi and JJ close behind.

"Hey babygirl, I need you to find me the address of Hugh Rodgers. He's the school psychiatrist."

"You got it hot stuff." You heard rapid typing on the other end of the line. "Alright, I've got two addresses here, 4429 Graham Place, and 6839 Cedar Ave."

"Got it, Morgan, JJ, you're with me, we're going to the first, Prentiss, Rossi, and Reid I want you at the second address." He looks at you, fixing you with a firm stare. "Stay here, see if he had any other patients that went missing." He orders. You sighed, staying seated while everyone filed out.

You were still serving his punishment for going off on your own on the last case. Spencer paused next to you, squeezing your shoulder gently. You looked up, giving him a smile.

"Be safe." You said, squeezing his forearm three times in response.

You were alone, back in the precinct. The team was out and you were on your own, looking through stacks of files of missing kids over the years. Suddenly the door open and you glanced up, one of the cops in the precinct entering the room.

“Need any help?” He asks. He seemed nice enough, a charming guy that you'd seen around while working the case. You think his name was Devin or Darren? Something like that.

“You know what, sure.” You said. He stepped inside closing the door behind him. He steps up to the table, taking a file.

“So, what are we looking for?” He asks.

“We're trying to find out if the unsub had any other victims we didn't know about.”

“So we're looking for Hugh's patients?” You nodded but then freeze, your eyes flicking away from the missing person's reports to him. He notices you've stopped and looks at you.

“I never told you the unsub's name.” You said warily.

“You didn't?” You set down the file.

“No, I didn't.” You realized that all the blinds were closed. You looked over at the door, noticing that he closed and locked it. You looked back at him. He started moving around the side of the table towards you.

“You were so close.” He said and then pointed to the file you were looking at. “Her right there. She's one of them. She was right between your fingers.” He made two exaggerated fists in front of his chest. “It's a shame I have to kill you now.” He said, making it to your side of the table as you slowly backed away from him. “You would have figured it out, too. She's one of his main patients. And I'm betting that if you had figured that out, you would have caught me too.” He said. He fake lunged at you, chuckling when you flinched back and put a hand on your gun. “That won't help you.” He lifted his shirt, showing his bullet proof vest.

"Are you working with the unsub?" He chuckled cruelly.

"Of course I am. We've been doing this for ten years now." Your mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to get out of this situation. You were alone, in a locked room with a criminal. Fuck.

You suddenly made a break for the door but he rounded the other side of the table quicker, grabbing you around the waist as your hand grazed the doorknob and yanking you back. He threw you into the opposite wall and your shoulder ached from where the impact was. You grunted in pain as he grabbed your biceps, shoving you back against the wall. He kneed you in the stomach and you gasped out a cough, bending in pain. He took two steps back, holding his arms out.

“Come on! Fight back, this needs to look like a real fight.” So that was his plan. He was going to kill you and make it look like self defense. He knew that your team was after his partner and he was going to try to get away from the whole thing.

You kicked him in the stomach and he stumbled back into the table. He looked back at you, holding his stomach with a grin. “That's it.” You swung a punch at him but he dodged. “Don't get too cocky, now.” He punched you across the face, hard enough that you stumbled into the table. You braced your hands on it to catch yourself and were met with the picture of the missing girl. You took a few breaths, steadying yourself.

You weren't going to let him get away. Your team would think that Hugh Rodgers was it and that it's case closed. If he killed you now, he'd walk free. He'd probably move to a new town and start kidnapping kids all over again.

He grabbed your biceps and threw you onto the floor. “I wonder what I'll say. That you went wild and tried to attack me. Maybe I'll say you were sick. Something mental. There's plenty of mental diseases out there that make people... do things." He said menacingly. There was no way your team would ever believe that. No way Spencer would believe that.

You groaned, laying on your side, holding your stomach. You looked back at him and he stared at you with wild eyes before punching himself in the face. Your eyes widened. “I'll say you tried to kill me. It was self defense.” He said as he stalked closer to you. You tried to scramble back but he grabbed your ankle, yanking you forward and straddling you on his knees. You reached to the side, grabbing your gun. Your arm moved back to point it at him but he grabbed your wrist before you could, slamming your hand into the ground multiple times until you dropped the gun.

“I think shooting you is too easy, you know? I mean, you're wild, attacking me, I- I think I would kill you a different way. He spotted your heavy water bottle, raising it before hitting you across the face with it. “You put up a good fight. I had to really beat the life out of you.” He emphasized the word ‘beat’ by hitting you again. You felt blood trickle down your face but you couldn't tell from where.

The rest was kind of a blur, you heard a slam as the door was kicked open. You saw blurry figures rushing into the room, catching the cops arm before he could swing at you again. Morgan yanks the man off of you as Hotch drops to his knees next to you. JJ stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide as she stared down at you.

“Hey, can you hear me?” He presses two fingers to the side of your neck, feeling for your pulse as your eyes peel open.

“Hotch.” You breathe out, your voice raspy.

“We’re gonna get you help, okay?”

“Hotch… it’s him.” You breathed, your eyes fluttering closed.

“What?”

“It’s him… He’s the unsub, his partner... Hugh, they...” You mumbled, your eyes opening again. “It’s him.” Hotch registered my words and looked over at the cop that Morgan was cuffing.

Hotch, Morgan, and JJ had gone to the first address that Penelope gave them and found nothing. Before Hotch could drive them to the second address as backup for the others, JJ felt a twang in her gut. Something was wrong.

"We have to go back to the precinct." She said suddenly.

"What?" Morgan glanced at her confused.

"Something's wrong, I- I don't know, we have to go back." Hotch looked at her for a few moments before he nodded. If there was one thing he knew, it was to trust a gut feeling.

Emily, Spencer, and Rossi brought the unsub in, cuffed and passed off to an officer, heading off to a holding cell. They suddenly noticed paramedics in the conference room.

“What’s going on?” Spencer asked Morgan who was waiting outside. Morgan stayed silent, a look on his face that Spencer couldn’t figure out. He glanced in the conference room, seeing a pair of feet sticking out from behind the table. Wait. He knew those shoes. Those were the little black Mary Jane's that you loved to wear. “Is that...” He moved towards the conference room, his heart pounding.

“Reid.” Morgan caught him, holding him back, surprised with the amount of effort it took.

“Let me go!” Spencer shouted your name. Emily walked past them, moving towards the conference room. She stopped in the doorway and Hotch looked up, making eye contact with her from his spot next to you. She could see the worry in his eyes as he quickly looked back at you as the paramedics worked on you.

She caught JJ's eyes who started towards her, leading her out of the room. The team formed a half circle, Spencer's breathing ragged as he fought the urge to sprint into that conference room and beg someone to tell him what was going on. Everyone looked at JJ expectantly.

"I... something happened. One of the cops-" She glanced towards the holding cell where the police officer sat in custody. "He attacked her. He was working with Rodgers, they..." JJ trailed off, clearly shaken up. Emily put a comforting arm around her shoulders, pulling her into her side. Spencer let out a shuddery breath, pressing his palms to his eyes until his vision went staticky.

"Oh god. Oh god." He whispered. They all turned when they heard the paramedics bringing the stretcher out of the conference room, you strapped to it. There was so much blood Spencer had to look away.

Hotch trailed out after them, tugging a hand through his hair. He sent a look to Emily who nodded in understanding, letting go of JJ to follow the medics. She rode in the ambulance with you as Hotch slowly made his way to the team.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Rossi asked and Hotch shook his head, frazzled.

"I don't know."

In the ambulance, before they could put anesthetics on, you remembered something. You attempted to shove the mask away.

“Wait. I need… Emily…” She moved closer, grabbing your hand.

“What is it?” Her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“The girl…”

“What girl?”

“There’s a file on the table… Elise…” I huffed out a breath. “Elise Miller. She’s another victim. She- she was a patient, you need to-” The beeping of the heart rate monitor had sped up and Emily noticed that your breathing was getting heavier.

“Okay, I got it. I’ll call Hotch.” She nodded and you relaxed. They put the mask over your face, giving anesthetics.

The steady beeping of the heart monitor comforted Spencer as he sat in the hospital room, in an uncomfortable chair next to your bed. His elbows were planted on his knees, his face buried in his hands as his leg bounced anxiously.

"Spence?" Your voice was rough as you called out to him. His head snapped up and he stared at you wide eyed. Your heart ached when you saw his glassy, red rimmed eyes and the bags under his eyes. His gaze trailed over your face, the bruises, the scars, the bandage over your fixed broke nose. "Am I still pretty?" You asked, trying to lighten the mood. He just looked down. "Baby, come here." You reached out for him and he stood from the chair, carefully sitting on the bed next to your hip.

"I thought I lost you." You cupped Spencer's face in your hand, tilting it up so he would meet your eyes.

"Oh, Spencer. It's okay. I'm right here." Spencer reached up to take your other hand in both of his, squeezing three times. I. Love. You.

"Can I hug you?" He asked, wary of hurting you. You nodded, opening your eyes. He leans forward, his arms wrapping around you as his chin rests on your shoulder. "I was so worried when I saw you on the ground. I thought you were-" He cuts himself off with a gasp, muffling his sob in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his head.

"I'm okay." You whispered. Spencer felt guilty for making you comfort him when you were the one who was hurt. He pulled back, his hands finding yours,

"I'm sorry, does anything hurt?"

"No, no, I'm fine." You assured him. And you were. The pain meds you were on were helping with the constant ache in your face and your boyfriend being with you helped a ton. "I just don't think I'll be able to use that water bottle again." You said with a small frown.

"I'll buy you a new one." Spencer promised. And he would. Just like he'd made sure the bastard who did this to you rots in prison. Just like he'd make sure your recovery was as smooth as possible and just like he'd make sure you knew you were loved and properly taken care of.

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