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Important Update!
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Thanks to a very helpful suggestion from @chornayadrakoshig (you’re the best!) - each letter in Since I Found You has now been updated to include a plain text version!
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Recall is designed to use local AI models to screenshot everything you see or do on your computer and then give you the ability to search and retrieve anything in seconds. There’s even an explorable timeline you can scroll through. Everything in Recall is designed to remain local and private on-device, so no data is used to train Microsoft’s AI models. Despite Microsoft’s promises of a secure and encrypted Recall experience, cybersecurity expert Kevin Beaumont has found that the AI-powered feature has some potential security flaws. Beaumont, who briefly worked at Microsoft in 2020, has been testing out Recall over the past week and discovered that the feature stores data in a database in plain text.
Holy cats, this is way worse than we were told.
Microsoft said that Recall stored its zillions of screenshots in an encrypted database hidden in a system folder. Turns out, they're using SQLite, a free (public domain) database to store unencrypted plain text in the user's home folder. Which is definitely NOT secure.
Further, Microsoft refers to Recall as an optional experience. But it's turned on by default, and turning it off is a chore. They buried it in a control panel setting.
They say certain URLs and websites can be blacklisted from Recall, but only if you're using Microsoft's Edge browser! But don't worry: DRM protected films & music will never get recorded. Ho ho ho.
This whole debacle feels like an Onion article but it's not.
Luckily(?) Recall is currently only available on Windows 11, but I fully expect Microsoft to try and shove this terrible thing onto unsuspecting Win10 users via Update.
Stay tuned...
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my eyes only | K.HJ



★ DAY FOURTEEN: NUDES WITH HONGJOONG ★

pairing: bf! hongjoong x f! reader
as hongjoong is stuck working late in the studio, you’re left with nothing but boredom to keep you company. it doesn’t hurt to send a spicy “i miss you” photo does it? what about a video?
[warnings]: MDNI 18+ !!!, smut, nudes, masturbation, clit play, pet names (baby, pretty girl), use of toys (dildo)
word count: 1.3k
⚠️PLEASE NOTE: pictures in this story DO NOT depict what MC looks like body wise!! it’s just for the plot so ofc just insert yourself as always ^^ ty ty !

Hongjoong stared at the ceiling in defeat as the clock struck 2 am. He was far from done with the last track of their upcoming album and was already growing tired. His booming amounts of inspiration were slowly fading as the night progressed and he felt defeated.
Meanwhile you sat in the bathtub aching for his touch, his warmth. You had trouble sleeping as Hongjoong wasn’t there to wrap his arms around you and bring you comfort, but you understood how important his work was. It wasn’t something you wanted to interrupt especially if he was stuck in a zone he tried to stay in.
So here you were, waiting and waiting. You’ve watched tv, you tried to distract yourself with countless minutes of scrolling but to no avail. Now you sat in a bathtub, alone, waiting for when he would finally come home to you.
[2:03 AM] You: when are you coming home? I’m so lonely 🙁
[2:04 AM] Captain 🖤: I’m not sure baby, I’ve hit a dead end.
You sighed to yourself, knowing it meant he wasn’t leaving that studio any time soon. You’ve always heard of writers block for books, for english majors, but never for song writers or producers.
Perhaps he just needed to take his mind off it and refresh. But god, you were so horny.
[2:06 AM] You: well maybe you should take a break?
[2:07 AM] You: *1 attachment*
Hongjoong picked up his phone, eyebrow raised as he wondered what it was you could’ve sent him. Maybe it was a funny video, some random meme you found whilst scrolling on twitter to cheer him up a bit.
Oh no, it definitely wasn’t that. It was far from anything he could’ve been thinking— perhaps even the last thing on his mind this late at night.
[2:07 AM] You:

Hongjoong felt his dick twitch in his pants as he stared at your wet legs. He imagined what your cunt would look like under all that water, begging for it to be touched— touched by him. He rubbed his clothed cock softly, feeling his bulge grow at your sudden message.
[2:11 AM] Captain 🖤: Bathing this late? 😳
You smiled, feeling your heart pound. You rarely took a moment to send anything this risqué to Hongjoong, but when you did it sure made your body heat up.
You got out of the bath, drying yourself off and wrapping yourself with a towel. Hongjoong waited eagerly for your response, unsure whether to expect another photo or just a plain response from you.
[2:15 AM] You: is it wrong for a girl to send a photo when her dear boyfriend is missed ?🙁
You looked in the mirror, fixing the bath towel just slightly for him to see enough of your chest, even if it was merely a shadow of cleavage. You held the phone out in front of you, snapping a quick picture and sending it him as you walked out of the bathroom and into your shared room to change.
[2:16 AM] You:

Hongjoong quickly clicked on your message, rolling his eyes playfully at the photo. He continued to rub his clothed cock softly, practically drooling at much you liked to tease him.
[2:18 AM] Captain🖤: Baby stop teasing me. Show me how pretty you are.
Your face flushed red as you thought about his cock and how badly you wished to feel it while he leaked all over your hands. You slipped on some casual lingerie for him, admiring yourself in the mirror before texting him back.
[2:20 AM] You: but what’s the fun in that :(
You stood there for a moment, biting your lip softly.
[2:20 AM] You: i wish i was there to see the look on your face Joongie.
Hongjoong sighed to himself, placing his phone down. He pulled his member out of his pants, rubbing the tip of his cock slowly. He threw his head back, stroking himself gently as he thought of your body. He wished he was home with you, feeling your curves as he thrusted himself into you.
[2:25 AM] Captain🖤: If you keep teasing me, you won’t get anything when I come home to you.
You giggled, holding your phone out in front of you to take a picture.
[2:28 AM] You: ay eye, captain 😉
[2:28 AM] You:

Hongjoong’s eyes widened as his strokes grew faster. His cock leaking onto his fingertips as his veins pulsated.
“Fuck. You’re so pretty.” he spoke to himself.
You stuck your hand into your underwear, running your fingers against your clit softly. You moaned softly, arching your back as your bud reacted to the sensation. You fastened your pace, thinking of his hands working your cunt as you laid there and submit to him.
You quickly pulled off your panties, pointing the phone to your sopping folds. You played with your slick, whimpering as it webbed around your fingers. You snapped a picture, sending it to Hongjoong immediately.
[2:35 AM] You: *1 Attachment*
[2:35 AM] You: i wish these were your hands :( feels so good
Hongjoong admired your soaked folds, how it glistened in the flash of your camera. He let out a loud groan, covering his cock with his pre cum as he imagine himself inside of you.
[2:37 AM] Captain 🖤: Look at my pretty girl.
[2:38 AM] Captain 🖤: Send a video for me, please baby.
You dug into your drawer, pulling something out from it. You laid back in bed, pressing it against your cunt softly. A soft hum came from you as you pushed it inside of you. You moved it slowly, imagining it was his cock inside of you as it hit your sweet spot.
You held your phone in front of your cunt, the flash capturing your slicked folds as the toy moved in and out of you. You moaned softly, making sure the video caught sound of you enjoying yourself just for him. You hit send, continuing to play with yourself as you ached to cum.
[2:45 AM] You: *2 Videos*
[2:46 AM] You: come home joongie, she misses you.
Hongjoong played the video, watching as you fucked yourself slowly. Your breathless moans and whispers were music to his ears, making him go haywire as he tried to keep his composure. His strokes grew faster, feeling all that built up pressure within his cock as he watched your swollen cunt cum all over the toy.
He couldn’t take it anymore and he was sure he’d regret it tomorrow, but he needed you. He gave up trying to resist it.
You phone buzzed next to you, the familiar ringtone letting you know it was your beloved boyfriend.
“Hi baby. How’s work?”
Your sweet succulent voice made his breath hitch as he heard the faint sound of your cunt being played with in the background.
“Cut the shit.” Hongjoong quickly put his member away, getting up from the desk as he saved his progress on the computer and turned it off.
“I’m coming home. Be ready for me when I get there.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the lust in his voice, making you stop what you were doing. Chills ran up your spine as you thought of what he could possibly do to you, especially after all the teasing you’ve done.
“You’re hearing me, right baby?”
Hongjoong packed up his things, his mind still racing with thoughts of you and your body, how much you missed and craved for his touch.
“Mhm. Loud and clear.”
A smug smile appeared on his face as he grabbed his keys, turning off the lights in the studio.
“Good. I have a lot to give for someone who likes to be a tease.”

back to valentine’s masterlist
a/n: and that concludes our 14 days of kinks!! ty all sm for joining me on this little event of mine! ive added some extra days to the masterlist so def check those out if you’re interested! :3
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Reblog if you will NOT roleplay with those under 18.
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This is an extension of Omega!Reader and Omega!Johnny going through their pre-heats. They live in a house, don’t ask why. Packs get housing or something, idk. ROLL THE CLIP.
John was an old war dog, he knew that. He’d given this much of his life to the fight, and he couldn’t imagine a future where that changed. All of that said, if he ever did leave the service, he hoped it looked something like this moment.
John sat in that plush armchair of his, a gift from his pack when they first moved in. He had an IPad on his lap, the text was bigger which meant he didn’t need to wear his glasses. And Gaz was in the kitchen, his chosen playlist for the evening diffusing through the air. His voice singing out lines between the sounds of scraping pots. Kyle was the best of them at actually having a diet that consisted of more than cigarettes, alcohol, and whatever version of caffeine they could get. And with two Omegas on the verge of their heats, it was needed. Kyle, ever the planner, had taken it upon himself to ensure that the omegas were getting their fill of healthy meals. Johnny would snap up just about anything. It was the other omega that caused issue.
Their newest packmate had become increasingly picky over the past few days, ignoring foods that didn’t pique their interest, often going without if what they wanted wasn’t available. It drove Kyle crazy, the beta unable to focus when he knew one of his own wasn’t being taken care of. So he had taken over ensuring there were always options. It was good for him, gave him something that wasn’t work to focus on, and Kyle always puffed himself up when his omega eagerly ate whatever he put in front of them.
The narration of the TV drew John’s attention away from the archway that led to the kitchen. Instead, landing on the form curled up on the couch. You had stumbled down here not too long ago, flicked the TV to some documentary before coiling up like a spoiled pet in the corner of the loveseat, cocooned in the thick blankets that had been left there. You had mumbled all of three words before allowing yourself to doze off, comfortable and drowsy in the early evening. He had only checked to make sure you didn’t need anything before going back to his own devices. The TV little more than background noise, similar to Kyle’s singing and your little snores.
Peace, if he was ever allowed to describe it, looked like this moment. Of course, it never lasted long.
John heard the familiar truck rumbling to a stop. The sound of laughter and baritone responses. Gravel kicking up and then the jingling of keys in the door. You hardly moved before the door cracked open and the two voices spilled in.
Despite the fact that John knew that both Soap and Ghost had showered before returning, their scents were still pungent and filled the air. Ghost was in his usual ensemble, black sweatpants and a black hoodie, his plain balaclava hiding his face. Johnny had opted for shorts and one of those torn up muscle-tees he preferred.
Johnny’s eyes practically lit up when he saw you laid out across the couch. His shoes were hardly off and his bag hadn’t even hit the entryway floor before he was zipping across the room. He dropped himself onto you, using the blanket as a net to trap your limbs. Your squawk of surprise was swallowed by Johnny’s laughter as he continued to be a nuisance.
“Fuckin- Johnny! Get off!” You shouted, having to fight against the blanket and the massive SAS operator above you. “You fucking stink!” You loudly complained, finally getting an arm free and planting your palm against his face to try and shove him off.
“I can’t greet my lovely omega-“ he chokes as your hand catches his throat, causing him to peel back just enough to get your other arm free, allowing you to properly try and wrestle him off.
“I thought you took him to the gym to handle this.” John calls after Simon who was walking past the fighting omegas. “Got excited in the car.” Simon replies dryly as he heads to the kitchen to refill his water bottle.
John turns his head just in time to watch the two omegas crash off the couch and into the floor, the TV trembling with the force.
“I’m gonna sell you to the fucking Russians, Mactavish!”
“They won’t take ‘im.” Simon chuckles to himself as he re-enters only to begin climbing up the stairs.
“Dinners in ten!” Kyle calls from the archway, and Johnny’s head lifts like a dog being called. It’s enough for you to kick and scramble free, launching yourself up to hide behind John’s armchair. Though when Johnny pursues, you screech and take off running once more. John almost wants to tell you that running will simply make it worst. Though instead he sighs and settles back into his chair.
He can’t help but rub his eyes as he hears Gaz’s annoyed shouts, Johnny’s victorious laughter, your hissing, no doubt because you have been caught. Though there’s no distressed scent in the air. He’d give it another few minutes before he broke it up.
While he was always glad for peace, he’d take his pack however they could get them. Even when they got on his nerves.
#baby moth writes#cod imagines#cod poly 141#cod poly 141 x reader#cod omega johnny mactavish#cod omegaverse#cod a/b/o#cod gaz#cod price#gaz cod#cod soap#cod ghost#cod john price x reader#cod john price#cod captain John proce#cod omega soap#cod omegaverse 141#cod omegaverse AU#cod AU omegaverse
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copy that - na jaemin
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notes: this turned from a kun fic based on a song to this thing from my little brain hole. not being able to focus can do wonders sometimes. hope u enjoy ᡣ𐭩
you wake up to the sound of the shower running.
that already ticks you off, knowing jaemin left you to freeze your ass off in bed before you were even conscious. you pull the sheets up past your face, trying to human-hot-pocket yourself back to a warmer temperature.
you've been with jaemin for over a year now, and you still aren't used to the fact that he's an early riser. it's just weird to you, and kind of annoying. you will finally be getting to the good part of your dream, and that is exactly when jaemin's body decides it's time to start the day. you love waking up to him, don't misunderstand, but it'd be nice to wake up to him a little later.
you hear the blow dryer start, signaling he'll be back to bed soon. painstakingly you reach your arm out from the blanket cave you've created and feel around your bedside table for a good two minutes until you find your phone. maybe you should've waited to open it. the first thing your screen greets you with is a text from your boss letting you know you have to come in later today. it was supposed to be your day off.
now you're plain irritated.
this was the first day in weeks you and jaemin both had off at the same time. facetime calls and messages that didn't get answered until 3 hours after they were sent were starting to get old. today was meant to be a day spent in the house, together, no interruptions, just you and jaem. you managed to get it interrupted sooner than it could actually start.
before you can fully spiral, you hear the bathroom door open. you peak your head out from under the covers,
"you gorgeous, gorgeous man and your stupid, stupid sleep schedule."
he smiles that gorgeous smile at you, "good morning, beautiful," he approaches the bed, getting ready to flop himself on top of you, "how'd you sleep?'
"good until i woke up without you, and now my boss wants me to go in." you sigh as jaemin wraps himself around you, "i don't understand it, the company is huge! i cannot be the only one available."
"i'm sorry, beautiful." is the only thing he says, knowing he can't solve the problem, but wishing he could. sometimes you hate that he's the best. you hate that he's more worried about you than upset that your plans together are ruined.
"today was supposed to be about us, jaem." you feel your tears begin to well up, "i just wanted to be with you today."
"i know, baby." he lets out a sigh of his own, "is there any way you can get out of going?"
"i don't think so," jaemin reaches to wipe the stray tears that had fallen from your eyes, "saying she 'wants' me to come in was the wrong choice, she's telling me i'm coming in today."
your boss is a great woman, you would even consider her a friend, but damn does she exploit the hell out of your friendship. if someone calls in sick, you're her go-to. if someone has a family emergency and needs to leave, you're the one she calls to replace them. hell, if she can't come into the office you basically end up doing her job for her.
"i think i have a good hour before i need to leave." you hate capitalism.
you get no response from jaemin, only the consistent feeling of his hand smoothing out your hair, that is until he pipes up.
"want me to shower with you?" he winks, it would've been super corny if he wasn't super hot.
"you just showered?"
"offer still stands~"
"okay, then get off me already."
he takes that as his cue to roll you both over until you are the one on top of him, then lifting you off the bed. he carries you to the bathroom with a newfound determination. as he sets you down on the bathroom counter you ask,
"whats got you so excited?" you can't hide the teasing smirk that makes it's way onto your face.
"always excited to see my beautiful girl's body." he says it so proudly you can't help but hit him out of embarrassment.
"shut up! don't get me horny before i have to leave for work, asshole." there is no bite behind your words.
"sorry! sorry!" he blurts, full of amusement. he definitely isn't sorry.
soft laughter filled the bathroom. for every morning jaemin wakes you up way too early, he makes up for it with a lifetime of memories filled with shining sunrises and dazzling smiles. as you go through the motions of preparing for a day that could've been so much better, jaemin stays with you for each second of it. from washing your hair for you, to drying it as you brush your teeth, to just being there as you get dressed. the day might be time lost, but the morning is alive and well and filled with you and him.
"wait, pretty, before you leave," jaemin trails off, going to get something from under the bed, "i got us something."
you watch him move in the mirror as you put on your necklace, the one jaemin got you for your 9 month anniversary. he pulls a box out, not small enough to be jewelry, but not big enough to be shoes. it's got your interest piqued.
"come see," he beckons you over softly.
you come up behind him to stare into the mysterious box and see— walkie talkies?
"huh?" confusion covers your features.
"i saw little dog toy ones when i was getting food for the babies, and i just figured it'd be so much nicer to talk to each other at work this way. i know it's still not the same as being together, but i thought it'd be nice to hear your voice whenever i want." he plays with the buttons on the walkie talkie as he talks.
your expression melts into one of pure warmth as you wrap yourself around the man of your dreams. you make sure to squeeze him as tight as you can; it blows your mind everyday that a man this considerate really made his way to you.
"t'ank yu" it comes out muffled into his chest.
he huffs out a laugh, the air comes and floats itself down over the top of your head, furthering jaemin's mark on you. it's not a mark in a possessive way, it's simply a mark that has been left over time. when a love is as deep as the one he has for you, it can't be helped that he unconsciously finds any and every way to connect himself to you further.
after that, you both decide its unfortunately time for you to start your day. jaemin drives you to work, leaving you at the office with a sorry but loving smile. his walkie talkie is pink and in the center console. yours in red and in your bag. he made sure to buy a charger for yours and his separately, 'so you can never get rid of me,' he says.
as you go throughout your day, constant updates from your boyfriend fill the usual silence of your office space. he lets you know when he gets back to the apartment, he lets you know what's happening in the book he's reading, and he lets you know when lucy sits on top of the book as he's reading it so that he'll pet her. you always make sure to give a response back.
his voice is a welcome sound to your day and one that you hope you hear for all of your days. that feels like something too heavy to say over a walkie talkie so instead you say,
"hey, jaem, i love you."
your hear the line crackle to life,
"copy that."
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Fixing Windows 11 - A Masterpost
Windows 11 is absolute crap for a good bunch of stuff so yeah, have a masterpost with most of the things I've found around to fix it haha (they're not all here because I did stuff around and I don't remember what)
YES, I KNOW at this point Linux would be a better alternative, however some here can't use Linux due to some proprietary programs that are not on Linux. This Masterpost is for the people in the same situation as I, aka those who have to have Windows or they can't do their job.
I am currently unemployed and haven't worked enough for the government to help me. I have a ko-fi if ever you want to help.
Stopping W11 from making you create an account/setting up your computer without internet (with a way to create gpedit.msc if your version doesn't have it)
Fixing the Taskbar (in case you also don't like the grouped Battery/internet/sound or the way the windows look)(there's more to it, check the settings)
There is the chance that Windows can't update because of this, you just have to uninstall it and reinstall it afterwards. They also completely nuked the Windows 10 look in the 24H2 update, so use the "Windows 10 (Explorer Patcher)" option instead of the plain "Windows 10".
Removing the rounded windows (since ExplorerPatcher doesn't do it anymore on 24H2)
https://github.com/valinet/Win11DisableRoundedCorners
How to move the volume and luminosity pop ups (so you can finally see those sweet sweet subtitles)
In case ModernFlyouts doesn't automatically start up, possible solution
Fixing the Start Menu (ExplorerPatcher can do that too, btw)
How to show all options right away
A way to bring back the Calendar
https://github.com/matej137/OutlookRemover
MICROSOFT FULLY NUKED THE CALENDAR!!! Possible fix is to downgrade the app (which is fine if you don't use the Mail), but do use the OutlookRemover to stop the automatic installation of the new version.
https://github.com/matej137/OutlookRemover/issues/15
Your Bluetooth suddenly doesn't work???
It happens sometimes for no clear reasons so here are a few things you can do:
Check if the icon is in the Taskbar. If not, verify if it is available in the pop up menu (the one from the gear icon)
If it's not here, check your parameter to see if you have the option to turn it on.
If it's still not here, reboot your PC.
If it's STILL not working, update your Bluetooth driver. You can do so by looking for "driver" in the menu and opening the Device Manager, then right click on the right Bluetooth component and update its driver.
If Windows says that the driver is up to date, try checking out this helper: https://support.microsoft.com/en-us/windows/fix-bluetooth-problems-in-windows-723e092f-03fa-858b-5c80-131ec3fba75c
If really nothing help, download and install a recent Bluetooth Driver. Be careful of what you download and from where.
Someone who stumbled on this post fixed it by downloading the Bluetooth Driver 5.0.1.1500 from Softonic (https://www.softonic.nl/download/bluetooth-driver/windows).
How to remove Copilot if you have it (I don't, but it might be because I'm in Europe??)
Archive
Apparently Copilot is being forced on people so hummm
Other stuff not specifically related to the shit W11 did
Changing the size of the scroll bars
How to fully remove Cortana
Website with tools to fix W10 and W11
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Hiya! I know it's been a little while but I just wanted to let you know I finally got around to making the web version of that fic poisoning tool I made about a month ago. It's at https://tricksofloki.github.io/ficpoison.html if you're interested :)
OHOHOHO!
Alright, I gave this a little test on my own fic over here. Quick little review/notes for anyone interested! (But the tl;dr is that I approve based on my initial review of the original code and based on using this web tool to automate running the code.)
This version is super easy to use. I'll be honest; I was struggling trying to figure out how to run the code locally before because that is not a coding language I personally use, and this website takes out all of the hard part of doing that. You need to do the one time task of creating a work skin to enable the "poison" CSS used, and you need to make sure that work skin is enabled for any work you're going to use this on. The code to put into your work skin is available at the link. If you already have a work skin you use, you can just add this class to it. (I think the tutorial I linked to does a good job walking you through how, but I'm open to doing a tutorial on this blog if anyone wants that.)
If you're poisoning an existing fic, first have a backup copy. Once you poison it, that copy is going to be annoying to UN-poison if you ever want to, so you should keep a private copy on your PC or phone or wherever so you have the unpoisoned version available. Once you do this, your copy on AO3 is poisoned, and it would take a fair amount of effort to unpoison as the author. Upside: as the author, you can see all the CSS stuff in the background, so if you really need to unpoison a copy as the author with full access to it, it's not impossible. Just really annoying.
For reference, here's what I can see as the author with access to the edit page:
I can clearly see where the poison is if I really wanted to go back through and unpoison.
And here is what I can see in a copy scraped with nyuuzyou's code:
You can definitely see it's messed up by looking, but you don't see an active callout to where exactly the poison code is. Keep in mind that not every scraper uses the same code as nyuuzyou, and more sophisticated code may pull something more sophisticated than the plain text from nyuuzyou's tool. Other scrapers may be pulling fics with the formatting and everything, and I don't know exactly what that output looks like. Depending on what their output is, if they can see the class for the poison, they can pretty easily code something to remove it. That's me being overly conservative, I suspect. I haven't heard of any scrapers who have bothered with anything more than plain text, and this isn't an issue unless they're grabbing the full HTML. (Translation: From what I know, this is NOT an issue. Yet. So this is not a weakness of the poison tool. Yet.)
Based on the output, anyone who's doing a half decent job of cleaning up the data they scrape would toss my fic out of the dataset. It's full of what look like typos because the poison got placed mid-word, so it looks like I just suck at writing. If your goal is to get tossed out of the dataset, this is perfect. If a scraper isn't paying attention at all, you can contribute some really terrible training data if they leave your fic in the set because your poisoned fic is going to be full or words that don't even exist thanks to the word placement.
As far as using the tool, I used an existing fic. I went into the edit page for the chapter, scrolled to the bottom and left the text editor on the default HTML mode. I copied everything in that box. (Easy method: click into the box where you can type out the fic, and press "Ctrl" and "A" to select all, then "Ctrl" and "C" to copy.) I went to the tab with all-hail-trash-prince's tool, and I pasted it into the box on the left.
I clicked "Apply poison" and the poisoned fic appeared in the right box. I copied the poisoned fic from the right box, went back to my fic on AO3 with my custom work skin already enabled, and I pasted the poison fic in place of the original fic. I clicked the preview button to make sure it would look normal, and it did. So I clicked to update the chapter with the poison block included.
I loaded the chapter with the default Microsoft screen reader turned on, and it didn't read any of the poison data, only the real fic that is visible on the screen, so success there.
So that brings us to applying this to a brand new fic. For those, you're going to go through the motions of posting a fic as usual, but instead of clicking post when you're done, you're going to swap that text editing mode over to HTML and copy everything in there. Take it to the poison tool, paste it in, and grab your poisoned copy. Go back to AO3, make sure your poison work skin is enabled, and then replace the original fic with the poison fic, making sure to stay in the HTML editing mode while you do.
(Sneaky quick edit after posting: sometimes the tool leaves you with a dangling <p> or </p> or <em>. Make sure you always preview the chapter after poisoning it, and you can go back in to the rich text editor to delete any of the floating tags that were accidentally put in by the poison.)
The last downside I notice is that your word count is immediately wrong. My 34k fic looks like a 43k fic after poisoning the first 16k words. Technically, you don't have to tell people the true word count of your fic but like. That feels a little rude to the reader, so I think it would be kind to briefly put the true word count either at the bottom of your summary or in your first author's note.
To me, the downsides of having to create a custom work skin (that trash-prince has kindly already written for everyone) and having the wrong word count displayed... are nothing. In comparison to having my fic be easy to scrape, I'll take those slight downsides any day. From what I know of the current scraping landscape, this is a reasonably effective way to make your fic useless to anyone who scrapes it because people are out there that will be scraping AO3 again.
I'm curious to hear anyone else's thoughts if they check this tool out or try it for themselves, so don't be shy! I'm one person, so maybe I can't catch everything. If you're seeing something that I'm not, I want to hear about it.
And if anyone wants a more visual step by step, you are welcome to yell my way. If this text post is clear enough for everyone, I won't bother, but if a more visual walkthrough will help anyone, then I'm happy to do it!
EDIT: Just tossing in a summary of feedback I've seen from others below!
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I Bet You Look Good in Pink (On the Dancefloor)
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader
Rating: Mature
Summary: You panicked and grabbed some poor stranger off the street to be your fake boyfriend to get your mom off your back. What could go wrong?
Content Warnings: Crack, fluff, meet cute, first kiss, first person pov, male reader, fake relationship
A/N: This is pure crack influenced by this guy I saw doing videos walking up to dudes saying “I’m out with my husband, say hi mom” and wanted to explore Hotch reacting to that while Rossi ran amok at the end. That’s it. That’s the fic. Enjoy!
Also available on AO3. I recommend having work skins on if you do, so you can see the social media and text skins.
I was set out on a brisk jog—more of a speed walk, who was I kidding—before work to prepare my mind for the day's stresses. All that went to hell in a handbasket when I felt my phone buzz and my earbuds start playing a jingle, which only meant that my mother was calling me.
I’d been dodging her calls for weeks knowing she was asking whether or not I was bringing my “boyfriend” to my cousin's wedding. I had made the smart decision to tell my mom I was seeing someone—a total lie—thinking I could make several excuses about his absence and things would be okay, considering I didn’t see my mom as often as I should.
Then, my cousin just had to announce a wedding on short notice.
I had never wanted someone to call off a wedding so badly in my life. My mother couldn’t resist meddling either and marked me down as having a plus one without consulting me first.
“Patience” and “understanding” were not words I would use to describe my reaction.
I groaned when I saw that it was a video call, too. Sighing heavily, I answered the phone and picked up the pace again, hoping the loud sounds of the city and my huffing and puffing would get her off the phone faster. Knowing her, I wouldn't be so lucky.
“Hey, Mom,” I breathed heavily, my feet pounding on the pavement.
“Hi, honey, I wanted to talk to you about Vanessa's wedding.”
“Yea? What about it?” I asked nonchalantly barely able to hold in my labored breaths, looking forward rather than at the phone so I didn't trip and eat the pavement.
“You haven't double booked anything have you?” she asked, a wary tone to her voice, expecting me to cancel at the last minute.
“No, Mom. I didn't forget.”
“Then, your boyfriend is coming, right? I think it’s been long enough that I should meet him, sweetie,” she smiled on the other end.
Honestly, she was right. I had told her about “him” about six months ago, being as vague as possible every time he was brought up.
My brain—on the other hand—had other ideas causing me to immediately panic, not knowing how to respond. If I told her I lied to her and that he wasn’t real or that we “broke up", she would be back to hounding me and trying to set me up with every man she met. If I made another excuse, she would be suspicious. I almost felt bad lying to her, but “getting the hint” was not one of her strong suits.
As my brain warred with itself, I spotted another man running just up ahead dressed in a dark t-shirt, shorts, and plain running shoes. He was slowing down as we approached a crosswalk with flashing red lights indicating that it wasn’t safe to cross.
This might end up topping my list of idiotic plans, but—
“Yes, Mom. My boyfriend is coming,” I raised my voice slightly as I finally got to the crosswalk where the man was bouncing on his toes to stay warm.
I noticed the vague glance he shot my way at my voice and presence, but that was the only acknowledgment I received.
He was kind of cute this close-up. His soft dark hair contrasted sharply with his light complexion. He was in his mid to late forties but clearly in excellent shape and by his stone-faced expression, a government worker like many people in this area.
“We’re actually finishing up our run, soon,” I stepped closer to him, meeting his hawk-like eyes with a pleading, pitiful expression. With reflexes I wasn’t aware I possessed, I switched the call to speaker and turned the phone toward him, “Say, ‘hi’, babe!”
The glare he gave me was a mix of incredulous confusion and wariness as he checked his surroundings like he was expecting someone to come out and attack him while I distracted him.
Definitely a government agent, then.
“Um,” he started cautiously. “Who are—"
I hurriedly tapped the mute button on the call, wanting to grab his wrist and plead like a child asking for sweets. I restrained myself, expecting that he would have me face down on the concrete in a second if I did.
I probably wouldn’t even mind that.
“Hi, sorry,” I quickly spat my name out at him in my haste. “Please, play along. I’ll owe you my entire life, please,” I begged.
Was I being dramatic? Totally. But I was desperate to give her an actual face to get her off of my back.
One last glance around us and he relented, bending somewhat to be level with the phone’s camera. I tapped the mute button again.
“Sorry, Mom, his hearing is a little bad. Babe, say ‘hi’ to my mom,” I raised my voice, positioning myself so I was just in front of him and both of us fit in the frame.
I heard him slowly exhale behind me, then a soft smile spread over his face in the camera preview, “Hello, Ms...”
I felt him smack my back with the back of his hand, making me jump but I murmured her last name out of the corner of my mouth.
“Right, hello,” he smiled again. “I’m age—Aaron. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Oh, how handsome,” she winked and I felt my soul immediately leave my body.
How childish would it be to launch my phone into the street right now?
“Yea, um, so—we're—” I started but was interrupted.
“Aaron, sweetheart, I love my son to death but his memory is awful. I hope he told you about his cousin’s wedding. I’d love to meet you there,” she interrupted me.
Aaron’s smile faded somewhat, probably internally panicking as much as I was.
“I should have stayed home,” I heard him murmur under his breath. “Uhm, no, but it’s been a pretty hectic couple of weeks for me, so it’s not entirely his fault,” Aaron covered smoothly, bringing a hand up to my shoulder and stepping closer.
Damn, he was good.
“You poor thing,” she cooed. “Well, I hope you can make it.”
“Of course, I’ll do my best.”
“Oh, and she changed the colors to pastel pink, so I hope that’s not too hard for you to come up with, honey.”
My jaw clenched. Of course, she changed the colors. Luckily, I had a navy blue suit that would go with the only pastel pink shirt I owned.
“I’ll make it work, Mom, thanks.”
I could feel Aaron glaring at me through the video preview, his fingertips digging into my shoulder. Like he was questioning every life choice that landed him in this present moment.
I reached my hand back, fingers barely grazing the side of his neck as I looked back at him, “I think you have one.”
Aaron’s eyes flicked down to my lips and back to my eyes so quickly I almost missed it, “You would—uh—know better than me.” He sounded unfocused and dazed as he reacted to my movements.
“I think so,” I winked, pressing my lips to his stubbly chin and focusing back on the phone, seeing my mother’s eyes lit up with glee. “Anyway, Mom, I gotta go home and get ready for work. Love you.”
“Okay, have a great week, sweetie, I love you, too! It was nice to meet you, Aaron.”
“You as well,” he smiled, giving her a small wave before the call ended.
My face dropped as soon as the call was over, turning to face Aaron, “I am so sorry for that! I panicked and I’ll admit it was not my finest moment. And I’m especially sorry if that whole thing made you uncomfortable because I’m...you know...and I kissed—yea—uhm...I’m sorry.”
Aaron scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “It’s okay.” He shifted in place, looking at the people passing us rather than me, “I’m actually...bi? Is that the word?”
This man was getting better by the minute.
“Good enough,” I smiled.
The silence stretched between us again. Was it too late to run across the street and away from this silence? I glanced at the light as it turned back to red—the third one we’ve missed now.
“I’m—uh—sorry, too,” he finally said.
“Why?” I asked him, confused, “I trampled all over your morning.”
“I thought you were distracting me to—er—hurt me, rob me, ambush me...” he trailed off, looking just past me.
I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up my throat and morphed into a full-bodied laugh, “Honey, please...look at me.”
Aaron’s shocked face slowly cracked, laughing with me finally. His shoulders relaxed a little, not as on edge as he was when I first approached him.
He had a beautiful smile, I was learning.
“What—uh—what day is that wedding?” he finally asked as our laughter settled down.
“Oh, you don’t actually have to go. I can make something up, really,” I waved him off. “I just needed to give her a face to give my claims some validation.”
Aaron shrugged, his arms flailing slightly, “My coworkers tell me I need to get out more, so...”
Oh.
“Well, in that case...” I unlocked my phone and checked the calendar to be absolutely sure lest my mother fry me, “It’s next month. The fifth. You have approximately twenty-five days.”
How was this my life right now?
“My schedule is—well it’s unpredictable, so I’ll let you know?” he cringed a little.
Government agent. Right. No wonder his posture was so good.
“And how were you planning on doing that?” I asked with a smirk.
He froze for a second, brain rebooting, “I was hoping I could get your number, actually,” he laughed shyly, looking down and patting his pockets to locate his phone.
He fumbled with the phone for a second and finally handed it to me. Pursing my lips, I laughed to myself as I typed my name in and put “boyfriend” with a heart in parenthesis before typing my number in. I handed it back to him, seeing the way his face flushed at the name I put in.
“I’m serious, though, if you can’t or don’t want to just let me know. You’re in no way obligated.”
“Yeah, I will,” he nodded, making a move to continue his journey.
We both crossed the street, him breaking back out into a run and me a brisk-ish stroll as I got my music playing again. I caught him looking back a couple of times, making me wonder if he was challenging me to catch up or making sure I didn’t follow him home. A smile pulled across his face as he saw me start to speed up. As we reached the next intersection, I held my hand up in a wave as I turned left while he continued straight and crossed the street.
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Aaron POV
Aaron had been understandably wary of the man who approached him that morning. He had a dangerous job and had experienced more than enough trauma for one lifetime.
He was ambushed. Just not like had expected.
All of a sudden, he was talking to a lady and gently touching a man he didn’t know and—
Uh.
Did he just kiss Aaron?
On his chin, but still.
He wasn't sure if he was conscious at that moment, except for the fire burning on his face.
Aaron made it home and to Quantico in a haze. He sat at his desk, staring at the phone in his hand like it might suddenly burst into flames. A phone number, a name, and an invitation. Nothing more. Nothing less.
It had been hours since the incident, and yet, the warmth of a stranger’s lips on his cheek still lingered like an unresolved case in his mind. He wasn’t sure if it was the sheer audacity and absurdity of the encounter or the way he had simply…gone along with it. The sound of the stranger’s voice still echoed—quick, clever, and just a little desperate.
"Babe, say ‘hi’ to my mom."
And Aaron—fucking—Hotchner, a man trained in several facets like terrorism, law, and behavioral analysis, had folded like a damn lawn chair.
Which is why he now found himself in a situation far more dangerous than being ambushed in the middle of a morning run—standing in Penelope Garcia’s office.
Penelope turned in her chair and blinked at him, fingers frozen over her keyboard assessing him.
“Sir,” she said slowly, looking him up and down like he had just walked in wearing a clown wig. He certainly felt like it. “Hi, sir. Hotch. Uh, sir. What… are you doing here? Do we have a case?”
Aaron didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he set a paper down on her desk where he’d written the man’s number and slid it toward her with two fingers. “Can you run this for me?” He cleared his throat. “Unofficially.”
Her eyes flicked from the paper to his face, then back to the paper. Then back to his face.
She gasped, “Oh my God. Is this—” She clapped her hands over her mouth, muffling an excited squeal. “Are you asking for a background on a new lady friend?”
Aaron’s jaw tightened, teeth grinding under the pressure, “Garcia.”
“You are.” Her voice was an octave higher, her whole body vibrating with barely contained glee. “Oh, my stars, this is my favorite day—”
“It's not—” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not like that.”
Garcia wiggled her fingers at him. “Oh, no, no, no, sir, you do not get to walk into my office, ask me to dig into some poor lady's entire life, and then pretend like this isn’t about romance.”
Aaron exhaled sharply.
There was no easy way out of this now.
“He approached me this morning,” he admitted. “Called me his boyfriend—to his mother over the phone—and I…played along. His mother invited me to his cousin’s wedding.”
Garcia gawked at Aaron, completely glossing over the fact that Aaron had implied a man. He shouldn’t be surprised that she didn’t care, “You played along?”
He glanced away, embarrassed, “It was—unexpected.”
She pointed at Aaron accusingly. “You liked it.”
“I did not.”
“You so did.”
“Garcia—”
She cackled, typing the number in furoiusly and bringing up several windows, “Well, now I have to know who this mystery man is. I would have never guessed, boss man, but I can't judge a book by it’s cover. Oh, what if he’s a spy? Or an undercover agent? Or—”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a scam artist,” Aaron muttered.
She hummed, making a tsk with her tongue and teeth, “Doubt it. Cute guys don’t run scams, they just break hearts.”
Hotch gave her a flat look, “That’s how you—”
“Not a word,” she held a finger up. “Give me five minutes.”
And just like that, Garcia’s fingers were flying over the keyboard. The glow of her multiple monitors flashed across her face as she scrolled through the man’s life with the skill of a seasoned technical analyst and the enthusiasm of a gossip columnist.
Aaron crossed his arms, exhaling sharply at her wild glee, “Anything?”
“Oh, my dear sir, I have everything.” Garcia’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh my God.”
Aaron's posture stiffened, leaning in closer to the screen. Dread filled his stomach at what she could have found, “What?”
“He’s adorable!”
Aaron immediately frowned, he was too old for this shit, “That’s not relevant.”
“Oh, but it is,” Penelope turned one of the monitors slightly so he could see. “Look at this. Your mystery man is a dog dad—and look at this cutie pie of a pup! He posts pictures of her in cute sweaters—sir, he’s a sweater-on-dogs guy.”
Aaron barely glanced at the screen. “And?”
Garcia gasped, “Oh, and? And? That means he has a soft heart, sir. That means he is a man of culture. Also, look at him.”
Hotch did not look at the screen. He refused actually.
Garcia, however, had no such reservations. She clicked on another post. “He hikes! Look at him in the mountains with that perfect lighting—who is taking these pictures, wow? Oh, that’s so unfair. Pretty people should not have good lighting and cute dogs.”
Aaron exhaled through his nose, long and slow. “He sure was struggling to catch up to me today.”
“He strolls, sir. Not everyone runs marathons.”
“Garcia.”
She ignored him, clicking another post, “Ooh, he bakes. He’s posted about trying new recipes. There’s a caption—‘Husband material 😏😉’.” She turned to him, eyes wide with revelation. “This is so fate.”
He finally looked at her, doing his best to look unimpressed but he was slowly softening to the man, too, “Fate?”
She pointed at the screen. “Sir, this man makes baked goods, is absolutely adorable, and randomly fake-dated you? That is the universe working in real-time.”
Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. Why had she put so much stress on “you”? He was a catch, too.
“Oh, wait, what’s this?” She clicked on another post and let out yet another squeal, “He dressed up as a cowboy for Halloween. Sir, I swear to you—”
“I’m leaving.”
Garcia lunged forward, grabbing his wrist before he could retreat. A playful glare had her releasing him instantly. Still, Garcia looked up at him, eyes twinkling, “He’s precious.”
Aaron sighed, rubbing his temple. “Did you find anything that would suggest he’s dangerous?”
Garcia grinned. “Only to your heart, sir.”
Hotch turned on his heel and left.
Garcia called after him, sing-song, “So, are you going to call him or what?”
Aaron was not going to dignify that with a response. He had just made it to the door when Garcia made more excited yelps and beckoned him back.
“Oh, oh, wait, wait, sir, come back!”
With a sigh, he turned, “Hmm?”
Garcia spun one of the monitors toward him, biting back a grin, “So, uh. You remember when he mentioned a wedding?”
Aaron frowned, “Yes?”
“It’s real,” She clicked on a recent post. It was a screenshot of a text conversation:

Garcia wheezed, “Sir, you are his manifested date.”
Hotch stared at the screen, resisting the urge to chuckle at his ridiculous antics. It was good to know he was actually that awkward online, too.
“…I see. To be fair, he did give me a choice.”
Garcia tilted her head, watching him carefully. “Perfect, you could just text him and say you’re not going. Or—” Her smile turned devious. “You could meet up and—you know—practice before the real thing.”
Aaron gave her a deadpan look.
She beamed.
Without a word, Aaron turned and walked out but sighed, stopping the door from shutting all the way with his hand. He poked his head back in, “Thanks, Penelope.”
MC POV
I honestly, didn’t expect Aaron to text me. It had been about a week since I ran into him. Throughout that time, I hadn’t seen him out and about any other morning. So, I couldn’t tell if he’d been avoiding me, we were completely missing each other, or he was just busy.
I chose to believe he was busy because boy would I not mind seeing him and those perfect hands again.
My thoughts were put at ease when I got a text ten days after I ran into him, smack on a Saturday morning.

I had no idea what to reply as I stared at my phone with a puppy chewing on my sweater sleeves.
“Mochi, no,” I absentmindedly corrected her. “Daddy needs to think.”
While I thought about a response, I saved his contact to my phone under “Aaron (Mom's Fav)”.


I could practically feel his exasperation through the phone. But I did hope he thought I was somewhat funny, too.

My heart felt like it was ready to jump out of my throat as I read his text. Tonight? Like TONIGHT?
“Mochi, come here, baby. I need support,” I dragged the over-excited puppy into my lap and hugged her to my lap with one hand while the other held my phone.
What do I even say to that? Deflecting with humor sounded like a safe bet.



Aaron’s address was sent shortly after and I wasn't surprised to see that it was only a couple blocks north of mine in the direction he ran the day we met. I threw my head back on my couch, giddy to see Aaron again. My brain finally caught up with what that meant. I was going to be alone with the man, with only Mochi as a chaperone and she couldn’t care less about who I embarrassed myself in front of. I had nothing to hide behind, no buffer, no screen, no over-excited mother to parry off of.
Fuck. Why was I like this?
Then I realized I had a lot of work to do and leaped off the couch to make him a study guide. I had pictures of the important people: my parents, siblings, bride and groom, and some assorted aunts and uncles. I wouldn't subject him to memorizing the kids because—let's be honest—they didn't care about the old folks anyway. It wasn’t too long of a list, only about three pages that I printed out to make it easy for him.
Once I had that sorted, I thought about what to bring. Can you go wrong with brownies? Actually...I’m sure you could, but it was the most practiced thing I knew how to make without messing up considering the state of my head.
The time snuck up on me quickly and I frantically took the brownies out of the oven to cool before running to my room to get ready with Mochi hot on my heels. She guarded the shower, attacking my towels and shower mat as I hurriedly washed myself. Doing my best to not trip over her and slip on the slick floor—medical emergencies were not ideal right now—I ran back to my room to towel off and get dressed.
“Ok, little girl, what color are we feeling today?”
I laid out a couple different collars for her, which she hopped excitedly around and chose one to attack. Lilac it was.
“Should we match?” she gave me a beady-eyed stare, focused only on gaining possession of the collar again. “You don’t give two shits.”
I fastened the collar around her neck and tugged a matching sweater over her, taking the time to gush over how adorable she looked.
I surprisingly found a passable first-date shirt that sort of matched her and finished getting ready. In my haste, I nearly forgot the small tray of brownies as I fed Mochi and packed a couple of toys to distract her. Nearly screaming, I covered the tray and put it by the door with the other stuff so I wouldn't forget.
I was a wreck the entire drive to Aaron’s. For no reason, too. As much as I teased him, he was right.
This wasn’t a date. But, he was hot and I was me.
I located his apartment with relative ease and waited nervously outside with an impatient puppy at my side and a glass tray under my arm digging into my ribs. His cheat sheet lay balanced atop the foil. Making a nervous whine in the back of my throat, I finally knocked with my free hand that held Mochi’s leash.
The door swung open, Aaron on the other side with a dish towel over his shoulder in a dark polo. I stared at the skin past the unbuttoned top buttons, completely missing whatever he said to me.
“—need help?” I caught at the end of his sentence.
“Oh, uh, yea sort of,” I winced as I shifted the tray, which he gladly took from me, noticing the paper on top as he ushered me inside and shut the door behind me.
“You can let her off, it’s fine. I closed all the doors already,” he nodded to where Mochi was eagerly wanting to sniff every surface she could reach.
Wow, he’s perfect.
I unclipped her leash, laughing at the way she made a beeline for Aaron’s jeans, nipping at the material before skittering over to his sofa. I tossed the toys I brought with me to the floor, so she would leave his belongings alone.
“This is...a good look on you,” I smiled nervously, taking in the domesticity of his clothes. My bravado over text completely flew out the window.
“Mm, I was married once upon a time,” He smirked, turning back to the stove.
“Was?”
“Yea, we found out I was married to my work more.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
Aaron just shrugged, “It was a long time ago.”
I chewed my lip, desperate to change the topic. My eyes landed on the papers I brough with me.
“Oh! I brought this so we could go over my family.”
I picked up the papers and met him near the stove, leaning against the counter where there was free space he wasn't utilizing. He smiled softly in my direction as he cooked, nodding and stirring.
“Go for it,” he nodded.
I was surprised he wanted to start now while he was busy cooking but went ahead anyway. I would show him the picture, tell him their name and relation, and move on. He listened diligently, repeating names and making sure they were pronounced correctly before moving on. His eyes moved over the pictures like they were calculating and cataloging every little detail of their faces. He would lean in for a closer look at the pictures, standing much closer and making me stumble over my words. My face would feel like it was on fire.
Aaron didn’t comment on it.
He was weirdly good at it, remembering faces and recalling details from short-term memory.
I wanted to ask how but didn’t want to intrude more than he was allowing me. My big mouth couldn’t be stopped, though.
“Wh—,” I started, my voice hitching when he moved into my space and grabbed something on the other side of me. His arm wrapped around me, chest scraping mine as he looked at me expectantly to keep talking. “—wh—uhm…hmm,” I raised my eyebrows, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly under his gaze.
He sighed with an amused smile, “You can’t act like this every time I touch you at the wedding, boyfriend.”
I cleared my throat, blinking rapidly, “Act like what?”
Aaron shook his head, adding the item he grabbed and stirring briefly. He gave me a pointed look, “You freeze up and stutter.”
“I do not.”
“You do. You just did.”
Aaron set his large spoon down and crowded my space, “If you’re nervous about being close to me, then you need to get used it.” His hands framed my hips on the counter behind me, “Touch me.”
I nearly choked on my own saliva.
“I—I’m sorry?”
Aaron was unfazed, “If we’re going to sell this, you can’t tense up and shy away every time I stand next to you. So, touch me. Now.”
I stared at him, his brown eyes boring into mine with long lashes framing them.
He’s so pretty.
I raised my hand up and pressed a finger to his chest. His very firm, very nice chest that stretched the fabric of his polo.
“Not like that,” he sighed, taking my wrist and guiding my hand more firmly to his chest.
Oh.
Brain.exe has stopped working.
I swallowed, pressing my palm more confidently against him and looking just past his head. Aaron tilted his head, purposely catching my gaze again. Picking up my free hand, I rested it on his bicep, where his shirt met his skin.
“So—uh,” I tried to think at the same time, gently squeezing the muscle and sliding my hand around to the back of his arm. “You have a really good memory.”
“Mhm.”
“Where do you work?” I finally asked.
“For the DOJ,” he answered automatically.
“Got it, top secret,” I laughed.
He dropped his head sheepishly, “Sorry. It’s kind of an automatic answer for people I just met.”
He lifted his head up, smiling and moving a hand to my lower back. I fought the jump that threatened to move my body and lost, tensing just a little.
“I work for the FBI,” he finished.
“That makes so much more sense,” I laughed, sliding my hand up from his chest to his shoulder.
I licked my lip as his head tilted away from my hand.
An invitation.
Slowly, my hand made its way to his neck. His eyes fluttered shut as my fingers slipped around the back of his neck while my thumb brushed just below his ear.
“Good,” he hummed with his eyes still closed, helping my confidence just enough since I was no longer under his watchful gaze.
“This is so stupid, why am I nervous? I literally kissed your face on a whim in front of my mother.”
Aaron shrugged, “You tell me.”
Frankly, I did know. I was legitimately attracted to him beyond this whole fake dating bullshit.
He still stared, expecting an answer.
“Oh, you want me to say it out loud?”
“Yea.”
“Well, I—”
“Look at me.”
It wasn’t a suggestion.
Looking directly at him, I continued, “I think I’m just actually attracted to you and all of my confidence over text goes out the window when that happens. I don’t have anything to hide behind, you know?”
“Mm,” he hummed. “Would be hard to sell if we didn’t find each other attractive.”
Wait.
We?
Aaron leaned forward.
I held my breath.
His lips touched my cheek, pressing a soft kiss there before straightening up and going back to the food before it burned.
My cheek was on fire.
He found me attractive, too?
Dinner was a little easier, reviewing my family again to make sure things were sticking with him. Mochi had come over at some point to chew on my shoelaces as we talked. Aaron picked her up, having finished his food first, and let her chew on his arm with her little dagger teeth. As soon as I finished, I grabbed his plate and took it to the sink—which he protested.
“You’re babysitting, it’s the least I can do,” I slapped his hand away.
Aaron kept me company instead, leaning against the counter with Mochi in his arms. We diligently went over our backstory, how we met, our first date, etcetera—knowing full well that my mother would ask every single question she could think of. Whether it was meant to be private or public.
Mochi eventually wiggled out of his grasp, running over to one of her toys, snagging it, and doing laps around the couch.
Aaron smiled as he watched her, then turned to take the wet dishes from my hands to dry them. My fingers tingled as his own fingers brushed mine, but I kept my cool and he noticed with a proud nod.
“See? You’re doing better already.”
I roll my eyes, watching him push off the counter to put the dishes away. I turned the water off, busy drying my hands when I felt two hands come to my hips with Aaron’s breath against my shoulder. His body heat was plastered against my back. I was proud of myself for not tensing up, instead waiting for him to do something while I placed my damp hands over his as his hands met at the front of my hips.
“I’m assuming you know how to dance?” He murmured.
“Yes, I know how to dance at a wedding. I know you’re out of practice and all but this is not how you do that,” I laughed.
“Just making sure you wouldn’t jump,” he muttered, his nose brushing the shell of my ear and his lips skimming the back of my neck.
“I’ve calmed down a little, okay?” I rolled my eyes, turning to face him.
I gripped his upper arms, his arms still wrapped around me, and slid them up his shoulders until they could meet around his neck.
“Can I try something?” I asked.
He seemed to already know, eyes half-lidded and already staring at my mouth, “Go ahead."
I leaned in, pressing my lips to his gently, separating only to come back and press a little harder. Aaron’s hips closed the gap between us, arms pulling me close at the same time.
This had to be heaven.
My hand cupped the back of his head, eagerly bringing him down as my lips parted. The tip of his tongue flicked out at my bottom lip, nearly making me whine in the back of my throat. The friction of our pants did not help in that department.
I pulled back; the kiss having been much briefer than it felt. Aaron’s mouth chased mine, barely able to mutter, “Again,” before his tongue was licking my mouth open.
A moan ripped from my throat as his tongue skimmed the hypersensitive skin of the roof of my mouth. The shiver I fought made me grip him tighter and I had a vague thought about how far he was willing to take this as I felt the unmistakable brush of his hardness against mine. I pulled back, letting my hands drop to his chest to create some space.
His lips were swollen, eyes a little dark, but he was otherwise annoyingly calm. I was flustered, the line between real and fake being blurred so intensely in that moment.
“This might be a problem.”
He didn’t have to look down to know exactly what we both felt, “Only if you make it one.”
I shook my head, smacking his arm and squeezing myself out from between him and counter, “You’re insufferable.”
“You kissed me first,” he followed, stopping to grab two brownies out from the covered tray.
He followed me further down the counter, handing me one of the brownies and watching me with a vaguely amused look. I took a bite just to give myself something to do, staring at the floor and murmuring my thanks.
We just made out. We barely know each other. This is insane.
“You’ve been giving me an out this entire time but It looks like you might need one,” he took a slow bite of his own, clearly in no rush. “You’re thinking too hard about this.”
“You just kissed me stupid, give me a second.”
“You still kissed me first.”
“Are you seriously not letting that go?”
“No.”
He was so fucking smug. I hated and loved it at the same time. It made me want to kiss him again. I shoved the last of the brownie in my mouth, finally meeting his eyes and swallowing thickly.
“So, at the wedding, we’re not kissing like that.”
“Obviously, unless you plan on scarring your family,” he exhaled, sounding like a laugh. He crowded my space again, my brain going into overdrive at his heat and smell. “You specified ‘at the wedding’, which I find interesting.”
Aaron’s eyes flicked down to my mouth, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to my chocolate-flavored lips, then another, and another before pulling back. My eyes were still closed as he spoke, relishing the contrast of his gentle movements versus the intensity of before.
“We act normal.��Just like that,” he smiled, grabbing another brownie and bringing it to my mouth.
“You’re way too chill about this,” I scoffed but took it from his hands.
“It’s more fun than I expected,” he shrugged. “Plus...I did mean it.”
I tilted my head questioningly.
“About the attraction. I was cautious of course last week because of my job, but I don’t know. After making sure you weren't a threat…I—” He paused, trying to figure out his next words, “You’re unfortunately magnetic.”
“So, what you’re saying is that my incessant text flirting worked?”
“Only a little,” he joked. “The cowboy outfit was the kicker for me.”
“Oh my God, stop!” I covered my face.
“What I’m saying is,” he laughed, prying my hands away from my face, “if you’re amenable of course—that maybe it doesn't have to be entirely fake.”
I feigned thinking, squinting one eye in thought, “So, this was a first date?”
“I think it was about three dates wrapped in one,” he pursed his lips.
“Well, I don’t put out on the third date, so it might be my time to leave,” I teased.
He just grinned, swooping in and claiming my lips. I decided then that the brownies tasted much better with him. I kissed him as fervently as I needed air to breathe, gasping as his hips ground softly into mine purposely.
It felt so good.
So good that by the fourth time it happened, I had to remove myself from him, “I was—mm—I was serious about the third date thing—as-as eager as I might be.”
Aaron nodded in understanding, chest heaving.
“And if you were serious before, I just-I just want to make sure, you know? If that’s okay?”
“Of course,” he smiled down at me, his reddened lips still so inviting but I needed to go before my resolve crashed and burned.
“I should go before it gets out of hand,” I smiled sadly, “but study up and keep those,” I pointed at the brownies. “Take them to work or something.”
“That’s probably for the best,” he cringed a little as he glanced down at the unruly bulge in his jeans. “You’re definitely not freaking out anymore,” he pointed out smugly.
I made some kind of noise. A flustered scoff? Panicked laugh? A dignified, manly squeak? I didn't know but I did know that if I stayed here any longer, we were either ending up in bed or I was leaving with soiled pants.
“Shut up,” I murmured, a smirk playing at my lips. “Mochi, it’s time to go home!” I called the puppy, leaning over and seeing her curled up on top of an afghan thrown over Aaron’s couch.
I clapped my hands together, her ears perking up as she stretched. Aaron didn't try to stop me as I gathered my belongings, just leaning back against the counter looking completely satisfied with himself. He met me at the door, opening it as I carried the sleepy puppy.
“Drive safe,” he said casually, voice warm and comforting. Before I could walk out completely, his fingers pinched the center of my shirt, guiding me backwards and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. Then obnoxiously, “See you soon, boyfriend.”
“Good night, sweetheart,” I sassed back, running my shoulder straight into the doorframe on my way out.
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Luckily, they had the shirt in his size and it came in a couple days before the wedding.
I rushed up to his apartment door, fully dressed for the wedding with the pink shirt in hand. The wedding wasn't far from here and it was still an hour before we needed to be there. I knocked frantically on the door, met with a still damp Aaron from the shower.
"Oh, I could get used to that sight," I commented appreciatively, looking at his bare chest and taking my sunglasses off.
"Are you sure it wasn't too much?" he asked about the shirt
"Hush, go get ready," I pushed him away by the chest.
He took advantage, tugging my arm to him so I would stumble forward into him. His hands grasped my hips immediately, lips finding mine easily in all the movement.
"Aaron," I murmured trying to get him moving. "You're wet."
"Mhm," he smiled into the kiss. “Just getting some practice in before showtime.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
He finally let me go and took the shirt, shaking it out and nodding as he felt the material between his fingers.
When he came out of the room fully dressed, my jaw was on the floor looking at his form in a fitted navy suit. We were fucking matching.
"You are feeding my mother, I swear," I laughed. "We look like we're about to take engagement photos."
A satisfied smirk stretched over his face at my admiration. He strode forward but stopped short.
"Where's Mochi?" He frowned.
"Oh, she would cause mayhem. My neighbor is watching her."
"You trust your neighbor with her?"
"You're so perfect," I gushed, wanting to squeeze his face. Cute aggression, I swear. "Out the door, please," I waved him toward the front door.
I didn't know how I convinced him to let me drive, but he luckily backed off as soon as I started ranting about his alpha male need to control everything and that he probably took over driving everywhere at work.
"Just be a good little passenger princess," I settled my hand on his thigh as I took off.
"I don't always drive," he muttered under his breath.
"Somehow, I severely doubt that."
The country club was a short drive, allowing us to arrive fifteen minutes early before the actual wedding ceremony was due to start. We entered the country club, following the signs for the wedding outside. The reception would follow indoors. Several signs along the way instructed guests to turn their phones off, which Aaron hesitated to do.
"Just put it on silent or vibrate. They don't want all the aunties' phones in the photographers shots," I touched his wrist, seeing him contemplate. "If you're on call just do vibrate."
"I'm not technically, I just don't want to miss a call if they do. It's a little unpredictable."
"Whatever you do, do it fast," I wound my arm around his as I spotted my mother among my family.
I heard Aaron clear his throat and shove his phone in his pocket, plastering an award winning smile on his face.
“Oh, sweetie, you're here!” My mother ran up to me, nearly stumbling in her heels.
“Woah, careful,” I lunged, holding my hands out to catch her but Aaron was faster, grabbing her hands and stopping her forward momentum.
“Aaron, honey, how sweet are you?” she gushed, holding onto his forearms. “It's so nice to finally meet you.”
Aaron and I were dragged around to my family and he—unsurprisingly—remembered all of the information I had fed him. Throughout the ceremony, Aaron had his arm wrapped around me, hand resting on my lower back. It was strange being here with someone after expecting to be here by myself, but as I leaned my head on his shoulder I was glad it was Aaron I picked off the street. He caught me looking at him, giving me a soft smile and kissing my temple.
The ceremony was blissfully short as the afternoon sun started to heat up. I just about dragged Aaron inside after, eager to not sweat through this light-colored shirt.
The reception started off without a hitch. Aaron offered to drive while I had a few drinks—who was I to decline such an offer—and dancing commenced while we waited for the food.
Aaron begrudgingly danced with my mother—only to slow ones per his request—but he kept his awkwardness at being interrogated hidden well. When it was my turn to dance with my fake boyfriend, I did so happily, not one to complain about being close to Aaron.
Aaron’s hand was warm on my lower back as we swayed to the music. His thumb brushed small, lazy circles along my spine, and I was very much not immune to it.
"You're suspiciously quiet," I teased, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. "Having fun?"
"Something like that," he said, lips twitching in amusement.
"You're thinking about work, aren’t you?"
"No," he replied, then smirked. "I'm thinking about the conversation I just had with your mother."
I groaned, "Oh God. Do I even want to know?"
"Probably not," Aaron said, but the glint of humor in his eyes gave him away.
I gave his shoulder a light, playful shove. "Tell me."
He hummed, swaying us slightly to the left as another couple passed by. unable to resist, he pressed a quick kiss to my lips and continued speaking, "She asked when we were having kids."
I almost tripped over my own feet. My hand tightened on his bicep as I choked out, "She asked you what?"
"When we were having kids," he repeated, perfectly calm.
My mouth opened and closed, my brain short-circuiting. I finally sputtered out a laugh, "Jesus Christ, she didn't even ease into it?"
"Not even a little," he confirmed.
I tipped my head back with a groan, "Okay, well, the real question is—which one of us is gonna carry the baby to term?"
His lips twitched. "Hmm. Probably you."
"Excuse me?" I gave his shoulder a scandalized smack. "Why me?"
"You've got the instincts for it," Aaron said, voice low and teasing.
I blinked. My jaw dropped, "Did you just insinuate that I'm Mochi's mother? Because she knows damn well I'm her daddy."
Aaron’s shoulders shook with restrained laughter, "I'm just saying. You hover. You told me you checked her paws for three days straight when she yelped after stepping on a leaf."
"That’s called responsible pet ownership, Aaron. She’s just a baby."
"Mhm,” His thumb traced another slow circle against my back, and I absolutely did not shiver.
Nope, not at all.
We were both grinning like idiots when my mom passed by again, shooting us a look that said: You’re next.
Aaron leaned closer, voice low in my ear, "She seemed pretty convinced we're soulmates."
"Oh God. We are never gonna live this down."
"Probably not," he agreed.
"You're enjoying this way too much."
"I really am," he murmured, then kissed my temple.
I rested my forehead on his chest, laughing so hard I almost missed his hand tightening just slightly on my waist.
It was inevitable that I would have to run to the bathroom after several alcoholic beverages. I swayed slightly as I washed my hands, grinning at my own reflection. My face was warm, appearance slightly disheveled from dancing with Aaron, and my smile wouldn't go away—not that I wanted it to. I’d spent the better part of the afternoon glued to Aaron’s side while my family peppered him with questions. He’d taken it like a champ, even dancing with some of my aunts before my mother would steal him back, all while keeping his arm casually draped around me like we’d done this a million times.
Honestly, he was too good at this. I was beginning to suspect he actually enjoyed the chaos.
As I stepped back into the reception hall, the music thumped under my feet, mingling with the sound of clinking glasses and laughter. I scanned the crowd for Aaron’s broad shoulders, but before I could find him, my mom’s voice sliced through the noise.
"Who the hell are you, and why are you taking my son’s boyfriend?"
My heart just about stopped, what the fuck?
I turned toward the commotion and froze. Across the room, Aaron stood stiffly near the entrance with a vaguely exasperated expression, one I saw a handful of times on our date. My mother had one hand on her hip, the other gesturing toward a very well-dressed group of strangers attempting to pull Aaron toward the door.
"Ma'am," the oldest of the group spoke to my mother, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I assure you, we come in peace."
"You're not answering the question," my mom snapped.
Oh, mom.
"He’s my ex," the man blurted out without missing a beat. His voice dropped into something heavier, "And I’ve come to win him back."
The entire room went silent. I swore someone actually gasped.
Aaron’s jaw twitched as his eyes found mine across the room. He looked annoyed, amused, and frustrated all at the same time.
"Your...ex?" my mom repeated, voice pitched with disbelief.
The man sighed, bowing his head like he was carrying the weight of an old, familiar pain.
"Yes. We were once...so much more," He lifted his eyes to the ceiling with a wistful expression, voice trembling just enough to sound authentic. "I gave him my heart, but he belonged to the world. And now, seeing him here..." He placed a hand over his chest. "It's like I’ve been wandering through a desert of loneliness only to find an oasis I no longer deserve."
Someone near me whispered, "That’s so beautiful."
My mom’s jaw slackened. "I...I don’t know what to say."
He continued, "Sometimes, the greatest act of love is letting go." He cast a mournful glance toward Aaron, "Even if it means watching the only man who ever understood me walk away with someone else."
A sniffle echoed from the corner. I glanced over and saw my cousin Vanessa—the bride—dabbing her eyes with a cocktail napkin.
I nearly fell over at the absurdity of it all.
"And these people?" my mom asked, voice cracking slightly as she gestured to the rest of the group.
The youngest man in the group awkwardly rose his hand, "We're, um..."
“We were in an polyamorous relationship—with Aaron,” a dark-haired woman spoke up.
A fit man with a shadow of a beard—damn he was hot, too—hid a laugh behind his hand while hiding his face behind the dark-haired woman.
My mother did not look impressed.
Meanwhile, Aaron stood there like a hostage, shoulders rigid and lips pressed into a thin line. I knew that look—he wore it when I ambushed him on the street—his I am using every ounce of my patience right now face.
I made my way toward the group just as my mom turned back to the older man.
"Listen here, buddy," she snapped, poking him in the chest. "I don’t care how much you still love him. He’s here with my son, and you’re not going to ruin this by dragging him off for some last-ditch romantic gesture."
Rossi gave her a deeply sympathetic look, "I—we just want to beg for another chance, ma'am."
The crowd melted.
Someone whispered, "That’s love."
Another person sobbed openly into their champagne flute.
By the time I reached Aaron's side, the tension had shifted. My mom was still skeptical, but several of my cousins were openly swooning at the spectacle.
I gave the crowd a tense smile as I approached, resting my hand on Aaron's upper arm and leaning in to his ear and whispering, “What the fuck is going on?”
The older man gave me a nod, lowering his voice, "We hate to break up the party, kid, but we need Aaron. Urgent case."
"Right," I said, suddenly more sober. He was needed, I could text him later.
The team ushered Aaron through the door to the sound of faint applause from the wedding guests.
I stood there, shaking my head at what the hell just transpired.
My mother actually wiped her eyes and sighed, "I'm so sorry, honey, I tried to stop them. I didn't realize he had so many partners before you.”
“Mom, those were his coworkers picking him up for an urgent issue.”
"Oh, sweetie," she said, patting my cheek. "You just don’t understand modern relationships.
Later that night I was sprawled over my couch, my mother having driven me home as I had a few more drinks to make up for Aaron’s absence. My guest room was prepared ahead of time, thankfully.
I groaned, loosening my belt lazily, still in my suit. I had gotten Mochi from my neighbor, needing my baby to ease the sing of Aaron’s depsrture. She lay across my lap, belly-up and snoring. My mom sat in my recliner, a glass of wine in hand now that she could decompress from the wedding.
“It was such a beautiful day,” she mused. “Until Aaron didn’t come back after that discussion with his exes,” she grumbled.
“Mom…” I groaned into a pillow. “Mom, they’re not his exes, they’re his team at work. They were messing with you.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, not sounding the slightest bit convinced.
The TV hummed in the background, low enough for us to ignore until I heard a familiar voice break through our conversation.
“…we were able to quickly apprehend the suspect and bring an end to these tragic events."
My mom gasped, leaning forward, "Oh, honey! Isn't that Aaron?"
I sat up so fast Mochi nearly flopped off my lap, and sure enough—there he was on the news, standing in front of a sheriff’s station with a microphone in his face. Same pink shirt. Same navy suit. Same faintly irritated expression.
"I told you he was working," I muttered, running a hand down my face. “All of a sudden you love him again,” I rolled my eyes.
"—ultimately, the case was resolved after it was determined that the suspect was, in fact, the sheriff," Aaron said, voice monotone and precise. "He left his own boot prints at three of the crime scenes and, when confronted, confessed almost immediately."
There was an awkward pause as reporters scribbled notes.
"Wait," one asked, "so it...was just the sheriff the whole time?"
"Yes," Aaron said.
"And he...admitted it right away?"
"Yes," Aaron repeated, slower this time. His jaw twitched in annoyance.
"So," the reporter pressed, "you flew in from Quantico...for that?"
The muscle in Aaron’s jaw jumped again, "Yes."
I barked out a laugh.
The camera zoomed out as Aaron stepped away from the microphones. His team followed closely behind, the blonde agent talking with the older agent animatedly. The last shot before the feed was cut off was Aaron rubbing his temples.
I shook my head and stood, scooping Mochi up under one arm, "I'm going to bed."
"Tell Aaron I said ‘hi’ next time you talk to him!"
"Mm-hmm." I carried Mochi toward my bedroom, but halfway there, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I smiled, tucking my phone away again and held Mochi tighter.
I called back down the hallway, “Aaron says ‘hi’.”
“What a sweetheart. I really do like him, honey,” she called back.
“Yeah, me, too, Mom.”
#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner fanfiction#hotch x reader#hotchner x reader#hotchner x you#male!reader#Fic: I Bet You Look Good in Pink
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Caleb Withers Away
tw: eating disorders, dehydration, starvation, self abuse
Summary: You won’t lose Caleb again.
Caleb worried you, immensely.
His poor chapped lips, always slightly cracked no matter how often you sent him with a water bottle. You sometimes snuck a plain tube of chapstick into his pocket and you text him about it, to put some on and hydrate.
No change to his lips. They still caught on yours whenever you kissed him.
Caleb was a machine at the gym, impressive muscles as proof. The way his skin looked shrink wrapped around his muscles was horrid.
Like those actors who fasted from food and water for days before a shirtless shot.
You snuck protein bars into his gym bag, small bags of peanuts into his uniform pockets, beef jerky into his nightstand, all for naught.
He would smile, happily and bright, but you saw how his smile looked like a little butter spread on too much toast.
His hair was dry, he was clean but not eating enough, not drinking enough left him in a state of decay.
His body protested, his eyes sunken and a little red, those dry lips, the gravid skin around his muscles, even the slight tremble to his hands.
Caleb was an expert on changing the subject. Constantly, you brought up him needing to eat and drink more. To no avail.
You’d catch him sucking on a lemon when doing work. Asking him if he wants a snack or some tea, it didn’t even phase him.
Laughing it off saying
“Chewing on a lemon peel helps me concentrate, you should try it!”
You weren’t stupid, you knew what people did when they had a problem with eating.
Sucking on a lemon, an orange, eating an errant strawberry.
All a quick way to bring up your electrolytes, your vitamins, a quick buzz so you didn't pass out.
You tried to talk to him, he squirmed out of it, you tried to give him what he needed subtly. It wasn’t enough.
He only seemed to care about you, if you ate enough, if you were okay.
His well being was last on the list, if it was even there at all.
Did he even realize that it was a detriment to you too?
Sure, he should care enough about himself to do it but if he really did care for you, he should know.
Caleb would wither away, correction, he was withering away.
Right before your eyes and you felt helpless to stop it or help.
You would lose him, a type of death that only he could prevent.
It had to be his choice!
It was dinner time, the only time he would eat because it was time with you.
He cooked you meals but never for himself.
Even at dinner, he mostly spent it checking and talking to you. Food left to the wayside.
It was enough.
You set your fork down with a loud thump and stared at the table.
“What’s wrong?”
You stared at his hand, his big hand that was too thin in the fingers. That trembled the slightest bit as he reached for yours.
You pulled your hands into your lap, knowing that it was all you had in you to say these things.
A touch from him was all you needed to break down.
“When did you decide to leave me again?”
“What?”
You couldn’t look him in the eye, you would cry if you did.
“You’re dying right in front of me.”
“Pipsqueak, I’m not sure-“
“You’re too thin, Caleb!”
He shuts up, his hand still outstretched in your vision.
“You never eat, I barely see you drink… your skin is so thin I could pinch it and it would hold its shape!”
A shuddering breath, a fire of grief in your stomach.
“You look so sunken in and tired, you wither away by the day.”
Looking to the window, you note the clouds passing by. Anything to keep the tears at bay.
“I try to help, I ask and I give you things. You ignore me or change the subject. I don’t know what I can do anymore! I feel like I’m going to wake one morning and you’re just gone again.”
He calls your name, it takes a moment but you manage to look at him.
The sight still makes you want to sob, the tired eyes, the dry skin, the thinning hair, even the struggling to breath from low energy.
“I’m sorry.”
“But what are we going to do Caleb? What are you going to do?”
“I… I don’t want to leave you.”
“Then don’t.” You reach over and hold his hands finally, the bones shifting too easily in your grasp.
“You want to take care of me so much. You forget that I need you around to do that. If you can’t do these for yourself now, try doing it for me in the meantime.”
You kiss his hand gently
“I need you Caleb, I can’t lose you again.”
His eyes are dripping, what little water he has is rolling down his cheeks.
“I don’t know how.”
“I know you don’t like looking weak in front of me. You want me to think you can do everything and can’t be beaten down.”
Your fingers gently trace his bony knuckles.
“But that’s part of us being in a relationship, we’re in this together, no matter what comes. So we’ll come up with a plan, ok?”
You go around the table and hold him tightly, not quite as broad as he used to be. His shoulders shake and you kiss his forehead lightly. Not speaking, showing him through your actions, how much you loved him and that you were there.
It’s later that night, when you’re holding Caleb against your chest, his deep sleeping breath fanning against you.
It’s then that you finally feel a little peace for the first time in months.
You finally have a plan, it’s not fixed yet but you were working on it.
Combing your fingers through his hair, comforting yourself and him.
You mentally promised him, you would be here every step of the way.
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I was so so so excited about the release of Blackout UI by @simstate recently! I've been wanting a dark-mode modern UI in my game for the longest time and they finally came thru with their mod tysm angel <3<3
With this exciting new release, I needed to rework a few of my Gameplay PSDs to fit in better with this mod - and I've made them available for download here if anyone else would like to switch!
What's In The Folder:
💫 Wish Template: → 3 frame colour options: Black, Green & Grey
🥶 Moodlet Template: → 4 frame / mood effect colour options: Neutral, Positive, Negative & Plain Grey
💼 Career Template: → 3 frame colour options: Black, Blue, Green & Grey → Career icons from BG to All EPs included → Extra mood icons for the 'Performance' section included
Extra: Transparent background alternative included for all templates!
Terms of Use: Please don’t claim as your own or reupload without my permission, I’d love to see you use them in your game if you do choose to tag me - but that’s totally optional I'm just nosey haha :P Feel free to alter and customize the templates literally however you want, but pls link back to my blog if you’re gonna reupload a downloadable variation :)
Download Here (Simfileshare, .psd files)
The font used in all templates is DM Sans, it can be found in all variations here - I only used ‘bold’ & 'bold italic’
Instructions:
These are supposed to be opened in a photo editing software like Adobe Photoshop, I personally recommend Photopea / Gimp as free alternatives - you can probs use any other editing software as long as it can handle .psd files - lmk if you have any problems in other programs, I have only tested these in Photopea!
I also intended for these to be used alongside game icon collections, here are some suggestions for those: TS2 Icons / TS3 Icons + Extras / TS4 Icons
Just edit the text, hide & unhide the layers / folders and place the icons to get your desired outcome, then save as a .png and plop the final image over your gameplay screenshots :)
For any PSDs I create in the future I hope to create both light-mode & dark-mode versions so you can take your pick - I’m also open to requests so if you have anything you’d like to see as a psd lmk 😊💞
Finally, thanks again to SimState for their wonderful mod - the UI is absolutely gorgeous and I will be exclusively using it from now on! Pls go show them some love if you haven't already 🫶
#Blackout UI#download#simblr#psd template#sims template#sims psd#my resources#sims resources#resources
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A FIC BASED ON THE TEXTS IN FWB!NATE PT 2 WHERE NATE FUCKS THE READER IN HIS JERSEY??
jersey
fwb! nate doe x sturniolo reader
warnings: smut (don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap ittt), cursing
a/n: this is one of my favoritesss, hope you enjoy :)
based off of these texts, you can read if you want !



FLASHBACK
NATE’S POV
she looked perfect.
standing on the bleachers, cheering me on.
she wore a large grin, clapping her hands excitedly as she watched me score the winning goal.
the crowd was deafening, and the stands were full to the brim. but the only person i care about is her.
she was wearing a plain black t-shirt.
but she’d look so good in my jersey.
i want everyone to know that she’s mine. i want to see my last name on her back.
but i can’t show her off. i can’t let everyone know she’s mine. because everyone can’t know without her brothers knowing.
and that thought makes me sick to my stomach.
everyone here thinks she’s available. if the dude next to her decided he wanted to flirt with her, he could.
yeah, that’s not happening.
as soon as i was able to get to my phone, i texted her.
i’m coming over to you. tell your brothers you don’t feel well.
she glanced up at me, confused, but still nodding her head.
always such a good listener.
she smiled bashfully at that, before turning towards her brothers.
i walked over, as soon as she finished announcing that she didn’t feel well.
“hey if you want i can take her home” i said, looking at her brothers.
“i know you guys were planning on going out to eat, but i’m real tired. i was gonna go home anyway”
nick squinted his eyes at me, like he knew something was off.
matt spoke up, “ i mean, if you want, but i can just bring her home”
“no, it’s all good. i literally have to pass your house anyway” i said, still trying not to be too obvious.
“ok. thanks man” matt said.
“feel better, alright ? we should be home in a few hours” matt said, as he pulled his sister into a hug.
“thanks matt”
once we said our goodbyes, i guided her to my car and started toward her house.
“what was that about nate?”
“well, i can’t mark you up” i placed my hand on her thigh.
“can’t let everyone know that you’re mine”
“but what i can do is make sure that you know. in case there was any confusion”
“you’re mine.”
my hand crept up under her shirt, playing with her nipples.
she gasped out, “shit, nate”
me eyes stayed on the road as i listened to her soft sighs and whines.
“gonna have to remind you” i said, as i pulled into her driveway.
once we entered her house, we immediately went straight to her room.
i pushed her against the door, immediately placing my lips onto hers.
she laced her fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots and pulling a deep groan from me.
she knows exactly what to do to drive me crazy.
she pulled away for a second to pull her shirt over her head.
“so fucking beautiful” i whispered to her, before unclasping her bra.
her perky tits fell out of her bra perfectly.
i gave one of her nipples a squeeze, rolling and flicking it, while taking the other in my mouth.
“holy shit, nate” she moaned as her head fell back.
i grabbed her by the belt loops of her shorts, pulling her closer to me.
i continued to lick and roll my tongue around her nipple, before moving my lips back to hers.
i wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezing her ass, and making her gasp.
i took the opportunity to explore her mouth with my tongue.
she tugged at the bottom of my jersey, giving me an idea.
“take these off” i told her, pulling at the waistband of her shorts.
while she followed my instructions, i pulled my jersey over my head.
“you can’t wear it outside, but you damn sure can wear it in here” i said as i placed it over her head.
it was slightly baggy on her and looked so long it could be a dress.
fuck. she looks so good.
i pulled my pants and boxers down, my dick springing up.
i put my hand in front of her mouth “spit” i said.
she obliged, and i brought my hand down to my dick, pumping myself a few times before bending her over her desk.
i pushed my jersey up her body slightly, exposing her ass.
i pushed her panties to the side and lined myself up with her entrance, pushing in.
“fuckkkk” she moaned as she held onto her desk.
“shit, baby, so tight” i groaned as i held onto her hips, pushing myself further inch by inch.
when i bottomed out, i gave her a minute to adjust to my size.
“y-you can move” she moaned out.
as soon as the words left her mouth, i snapped my hips into hers.
i watched the way her ass jiggled against me as i pounded into her.
“fuck nate!” she screamed as i continued to slam into her.
“you’re mine, baby. don’t fucking forget it. that’s my name on your back. nobody else knows how to make you feel like i do. do they?”
i pulled the fabric of her panties, letting it snap against her skin.
“no! fuck, no, no! only you, nate” she cried out.
something about hearing her cry my name while she wore my number made me go crazy.
i looked down at where our bodies met, “look at how perfectly you take me, baby. you were made for me” she turned her head back, trying to watch my cock slide in and out of her, but wasn’t able to.
she looked back at me instead, giving me those innocent eyes while i fucked her into the desk.
her wetness made my dick glide through her walls quickly, helping me to speed up my pace.
“HOLY-“
NOW
READER’S POV
“-SHIT, NATE!” i yelled, as he fucked me into his bed.
my face was smushed into his pillows, my ass up in the air.
“whose number is this, baby ?” his groan was deep and raspy.
the sound of his voice alone made my eyes roll back.
“yours, fuck nate” i moaned quietly into the pillow.
“don’t hold back, baby. nobody’s home, wanna hear you scream my name” and i did just that.
“NATE! NATE, F-FUCKK” i moaned out.
i clenched around him, signaling i was close.
“fuck, baby. i want to see that pretty face when you cum all over me.”
with that he flipped me over, and continued to push his hips into mine.
his eyebrows were furrowed, chain dangling in my face as he continued to thrust into me relentlessly.
my nails dug into his back, leaving red marks in their wake as my head fell back and my toes curled.
“nate! nate- i’m gonna cum!”
“yeah? c’mon baby, cum with me” he whispered into my ear.
we both released together, our juices mixing as he sloppily thrusted into me a few more times before pulling out.
“so, i’m yours ?” i asked, fighting a smile while trying to catch my breath.
“ of course, baby. and i’m yours” he said as he moved the fabric of his jersey over to kiss my shoulder.
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hope you liked <333
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I would love to be able to sideload books and articles from jstor to my Kindle, and converting from pdf to AZW3 or MOBI often turns my files into an unintelligible garble. Is there any way to download non-pdf files from jstor????? please help :((
Hi! We're sorry you're running into issues here. I ran into a similar issue recently, and it's quite disappointing!
Right now, we have some articles and books available as epubs (like here), but file types apart from PDFs aren't widely supported across JSTOR. We expect to host more content available as epubs in the future.
PDFs aren't the easiest for conversion to other file types because they contain a lot of... stuff, to put it simply. You could have plain text or you could have a series of image scans, and these all behave differently. I've seen suggestions to convert PDFs to .docx or .txt files and then create epubs/other files out of them (but even that can get messy).
In short, there doesn't seem to be an easy solution for file conversion here because you're starting with a PDF. If anyone in the community has found a workaround for this, we'd love to hear it!
#jstor#ask#please if anyone has thoughts feel free to share!#apologies if this is kind of nonsensical your local JSTOR mod is not a foremost expert on these topics#but i have similarly tried to put things on my kindle before with little success (pdf to epub destroyed the page scans)#my solution was to compress the pdf and add that directly to the kindle but i lost some functionality like syncing across devices
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🚯 Litter, Detective! is now available on itch.io! 🚯

THE OBJECT OF THE CRIME IS THE SUBJECT OF YOUR CASE
A conversation game for woodland walks in which two or more players stretch their legs & imagination while tidying up the trash they find.

Litter, Detective! includes mobile friendly, plain text & print-ready versions so you can bring a copy on your next walk.
Part larp, part lyric game, ttrpg-adjacent and fully inspired by the bizarre and mundane refuse that haunts my local walking trails.
I wrote this game on a typewriter and presented it using graphics scanned from a 1917 trench newspaper called The Wiper's Times.
Here's one of the articles from Tuesday, April 10th, 1917:

#indie ttrpg#ttrpg#larp#lyric game#walking sim?#irl#rpg#litter detective#conversation game#littering#hiking#litter picking
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Doodles for eSims!
send me proof of a recently donated eSim and cash in a doodle!
plain text eSim instructions:
purchase a nomad middle east eSim
discount code: “NOMADCNG”
donate to the email; “[email protected]”
send me proof of the exchange and who you’d like me to doodle!
and here are the different tiers of eSims available for easy reference:

(let me know if the discount code is still active, this is a little older!)
#i finally have enough free time to do something like this!#i’m busy this evening so consider this running for the next 5-6 hours
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i don’t understand how people can be so fucking cruel about people who can’t read much (including people who aren’t literate, though this post is from my experience with chronic illness). like, one of my main motivations behind posting excerpts of butch+femme writing on my main (@campgender ; it’s fine to go through my bookshelf tag but please only followers age 18+ on that blog!) is that it is fucking hard to read a full book!!
my reading comprehension & stamina decreased drastically when i developed worse chronic fatigue, & while i’m overjoyed that i’ve recently regained a lot of that particular ability since getting blackout curtains, there are absolutely still texts i can’t even begin to parse that i once would’ve loved digging into — texts that it would be actively dangerous for me to attempt to struggle through because it would break pacing.
idk i’m not trying to be self-congratulatory here or whatever but like. the second i could access information through this means again, the focus of my (very fucking limited!!) energy has been giving it back to my people. my life has been unquestionably, deeply shaped by tumblr users who share excerpts of theory & memoir & poetry because they were providing labor of which i was in need & incapable.
finding, selecting, transcribing, formatting, & at times contextualizing passages takes a lot of fucking time & energy, but in order for me to encounter certain concepts, experiences, & histories, it’s work somebody else had to do, because i couldn’t read 200 pages of research or anthology in order to encounter the 10 that would change my life — but posted 2 or 3 pages at a time, i could save that in my drafts to get through on a good day, & quotes that were only a couple lines i could usually read right when i encountered them.
so, in memory of the years i spent unable to access theory through anything other than excerpts & secondhand summaries,
and in anticipation of the years to come where i will live the same,
and in acceptance that the brain is a muscle, in love of we the exercise-intolerant,
to you, dear reader — whatever form & frequency & duration that reading may take, even if it’s no further than this post — i make my motherfucking covenant: the issues i discuss around pulling quotes will be about the political act of the ellipse and the ethics of transcription, not shaming people for the methods of accessing information that are available to them. as often & as long as i am able, people can ask me to explain something or summarize in plain language and i will meet them with respect, interest, & effort. if someone’s looking for information on a particular topic, identity, experience & doesn’t have the energy to find it, i’m gonna give what i have towards filtering through the bullshit for the gems.
according to our abilities. according to our needs.
and the next time somebody tells you it’s not ableist to say everyone has to read [whatever work], tell them to go put their precious ability to better use in making it more accessible.
#mac.txt#continuing my trend of showing up on this blog once every couple months with an infuriated rant & then fucking off back to bed#me/cfs#reading#chronic illness#ableism
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