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[mystic-rox]

Guys, please I wanna talk about Arden

Character asks!

These are more focused on the background stuff rather than the usual "what would the character do in XY situation" kinds of asks. I've been looking for something like this for quite a while and in the end decided to make my own. Feel free to use, go wild, enjoy

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

What is an aspect of their appearance that you like the most?

What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?

How big is their role in the story? Do they make a frequent appearance or are they a character with little "screentime" but big influence? Or are they just a favourite background guy?

What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?

Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Do you have a voice claim for the character? What do you imagine the character sounds like?

Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Have you ever made a moodboard for them?

Is there any memes or running jokes associated with the character, both in- and out of universe?

Are there any motifs or symbols associated with the character? How are they represented, in their design, personality or in some other way?

Does the character have other characters connected to them? Do you have a family tree and "offscreen" connections made up for them or do they exist in a vacuum purely for the purpose of the story?

What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

[mystic-rox]

Daddy’s Home

Master List

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Hotch x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual implications! MDNI, at all, ever.

WC: 710

You heard the door before you saw him, the quiet click of it shutting, the muffled sigh of leather shoes on tile. The unmistakable sound of your man, finally home. “Sweetheart?” Aaron’s voice called out, rough with travel and fatigue. “I’m home.”

Your heart skipped. You smiled, but didn’t answer right away. You wanted him to see it. “Bedroom,” you called softly. “I have a surprise.”

When he stepped into the room, the world slowed. The last of the sunset spilled across the bed in gold and amber, catching the soft red of your robe, the sheer silk slipping from your shoulders, the delicate ribbon tied at your neck, trailing between your breasts. The heels you’d chosen added just enough edge. You knew his eyes would stop there.

Aaron Hotchner stood at the threshold, taking you in with a stillness that felt like gravity. He looked wrecked, but underneath the exhaustion, something shifted. Something hot. Possessive.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he said softly.

“But I wanted to,” you whispered, rising from the bed with feline grace. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.”

His breath caught. You reached him slowly, your hands smoothing over the lapels of his suit jacket, loosening his tie with practiced ease. “I know Jack’s with Haley today. I didn’t want you to come home to an empty house. You deserve more than that.”

He brushed his fingers along your cheek. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did,” you murmured. “You take care of everyone. Always. I just wanted tonight to be about you.” His jaw tensed like he might say something, but you didn’t let him. You kissed him instead, slow and reverent, like a thank-you, like a homecoming. His hands slid to your waist, gripping tight, grounding you both.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathed against your mouth. “Walking in here, finding you like this…”

“I’ve been so good,” you whispered, brushing your lips along his neck. “Didn’t even touch myself. Not once while you were gone.”

That broke him. In one swift movement, he swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed, laying you back with reverence, the silk sheets cool beneath your skin.

The ribbon slipped free as he knelt over you, his mouth worshipping your skin, tracing your collarbone, the hollow of your throat, the swell of your breasts. He took his time. He always took his time. Like you were his favorite secret.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice low, eyes burning into yours.

“You,” you breathed. “I want you, Daddy. Tonight I just want to give you everything.”

⸻

Later, tangled together in the hush of the bedroom, you lay across his chest, his fingers idly stroking your back. You traced the faint scar above his ribs, the one you always touched when you missed him too much.

“You didn’t have to come back tonight,” you said softly. “I know the case was heavy.”

“I needed to,” he murmured. “Needed to see you. I knew you’d make it easier to breathe again.”

You smiled against his chest. “I didn’t get you a card.”

He laughed, low and warm. “This is better than a card.”

“Good,” you teased. “Because I also didn’t get you a gift.”

His voice was a rasp against your ear. “That’s a lie. You’re the gift.”

You blushed. “Aaron—”

He tipped your chin up with two fingers and kissed you again, slow, deep, lingering. “I’ve never needed more than this,” he murmured. “Father’s Day or any day. You’re all I need.”

[oceaneyesinla]

You and Shoto have been dancing around each other for a while. Cautious, lovesick glances when you think the other isn't looking, hiding blushes when your eyes meet. Finding excuses to sit side by side, shoulders and knees brushing as you both pray for the moment to end but at the same time, for it to last forever. You're both scared - scared of what could happen. You both rely on each other so heavily; what happens if you can't make it work?

One of you has to make a move eventually, though. Its inevitable - something just draws the two of you together, orbiting each other like Pluto and Charon, bound to each other by forces beyond your control. In the end, it's you. You're sitting in a hospital bed, nursing injuries from a scuffle with a villain. When you woke up, Shoto was by your side, head resting on the bed as he dozed with his hand wrapped around yours.

You meet Fuyumi's knowing gaze, and you feel your cheeks heat up as she smiles softly at the two of you, "He's been worried sick, you know? I only convinced him to come home for a while because Midoriya-kun agreed to sit with you."

His sisters' voice, though faint, is still enough to rouse him. Lifting his head, you watch as he blinks slowly, seemingly unaware that you're awake. A smile tugs at your lips as you squeeze his hand, and you can't stop the little giggle that escapes you when his head whips towards you, eyes wide and face open. You see shock, then happiness as a smile splits his face, and you hope the hearts in your eyes aren't too obvious - his smile really is beautiful.

They stay a little longer, before Fuyumi reminds Shoto that they have dinner plans with their mother. Shoto is almost pouting as they say their goodbyes, and he promises you that he'll come back soon.

He turns to walk away, and a rush of irrational panic shoots through you. You so nearly missed your chance to tell him how you feel - to tell him that there's nothing more precious to you than his presence, and that his laughter is a melody you'll never get tired of hearing.

You make a split second decision - the only one you could make, really, "Shoto."

He turns back to you, head slightly cocked and question in his eyes. You lift a hand to beckon him closer and he moves without hesitation, stepping into the space by your bed and leaning in when you wave him down.

You push yourself away from the bed, just enough to reach up and cup one cheek while your lips brush against the soft skin of the other. He freezes under your touch and you pull away to assess his reaction. Anxiety is pooling in your gut, but you still appreciate the pretty red blush spreading across his cheekbones.

He stares at you for just long enough that you start to worry you read everything wrong. You're already planning an apology in your head when he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, cradling your head in one big hand for a moment before pulling away to meet your eyes, adoring smile lifting his lips.

"I'll come back after dinner, okay?"

"Okay." As you watch him walk out the door, you're sure that okay has never sounded quite so much like 'I love you' before.

@pixelcafe-network

[roxys-radioactive-readers]

Welcome!

hi there! I'm Roxy! I use pup/she/it/he!

my main is @glitterwolfvi & my normal writing blog is @puppet-boys-writing

I made this blog bc I wanted to see fics of ghoul readers, but I can do Super Mutant readers & Robot readers (any kind of robot from the Fallout universe!). I could MAYBE do intelligent deathclaw readers bc iirc those are a thing!

I only do reader fics, but I can do platonic or romantic. hell, I'll even give a shot at smut! I can do poly ships too!

I can ALSO draw your oc with a character of your choice, but that'll just be a sketch unless you pay me!

you'll have to be patient with me as writing isn't the thing I do usually. but I want to get better at it, so! here we are :]

that being said, I have the right to deny any request & please check description for if they're open

I can do most anything, just nothing bad/illegal or extremely gross!

most importantly, have fun with your requests!

I do have characters I'd like to write for more, but let's not worry about that at the moment. I can do research if I don't know a character very well!! in my description is the list of games I'll write for.

here's my ao3!

[madcapsulez]

What the fuck am I doing lmao

[roselock22]

Maybe in another timeline.

Here's a comic I did for Sora/Jordana for the @ninjago-valentine-exchange !

[taddymason]

and then she proceeds to kill people

(reference from a panel of jjk chapter 89)

[s0ull3ss-p3rs0n]

The ninja are fighting against the Forbidden Five, and at one point, something happens that injures Rox fatally, and Nokt immediately runs up to her, trying to wake her up, but to no avail. The other ninja go towards Nokt, but Kai stops them, because for a brief moment, he saw what Nokt was like before shattering his soul. A brother who failed to protect his younger sister, fucked up the one thing he was supposed to do, now mourning the loss of the one he cared about the most.

He saw himself.

[laurenairay]

I got a secret, I’m telling everyone - Q. Hughes

Summary: Quinn doesn’t think he’s good enough for Gianna. Gianna doesn’t think Quinn would ever like her as more than a friend. Jack has had enough of the pining.

This is my entry for Rox’s birthday bingo! I couldn’t make it a true bingo @offside-the-lines (sorry!) but I included only one bed, dancing, mutual pining, and truth or dare in this Quinn fic! I hope you like it!

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: some bad language, angst, self-doubt, idiots to lovers

Title from Truth or Dare, by Emily Osment

~

“Hey Quinn, truth or dare.”

“Jack, we’re not 8 years old,” Quinn snorted.

“I mean, if you’re too chicken…”

Quinn rolled his eyes as Jack, Trevor, and Cole all started making chicken squawks, Turcs and Luke just giggling.

“I’m not chicken!”

“So…truth or dare?” Jack grinned.

“Fine, dare.”

“I dare you to finally tell Gianna how you feel about her. By the end of next summer.”

As the group burst into laughter, Quinn just groaned. “You can fuck right off.”

“Are you going to forfeit?”

~

Quinn wished more than anything else that he hadn’t let Jack bait him at the end of last summer. There was just something about his brother and his friends that got under his skin though, especially around Luke, and the last thing he wanted was for any of those younger guys to think he was a ‘wimp’. And he sure as hell wasn’t stupid enough to do any of their forfeits. But that dare?

It had been the bane of his year.

It was hard enough trying to drag his team into the playoffs (and thankfully succeeding, despite ultimately falling in the second round), but having any thoughts in his downtime consumed by Gianna? It was almost too much to handle.

He’d known her for years – a friend of a friend in Michigan – and right from the start he’d been head over heels. He knew he’d been obvious about it to everyone other than her, as much as he hated to admit it. Jack had caught on the quickest, happily gossiping to his NTDP buddies who always hung around in the summers, but thankfully Gianna didn’t seem to have a clue. And for the past three years, that’s exactly how he’d wanted it to stay.

To him, she was perfect. The sweetest, most golden-hearted, prettiest girl he’d ever met; any smile she sent his way never failed to fill his stomach with butterflies. Sometimes it felt like torture watching the sun shine off of her straight honey blonde hair, as it cascaded down to her waist, her baby blue eyes sparkling with laughter. Despite his Jack and Co.’s teasing, she never teased him too, even when he made an ass of himself. To him, Gianna was perfect.

And that’s exactly why he’d never been able to tell her how he felt. Why would someone like her, so far out of his league, ever be interested in him? This stupid dare from Jack had been tormenting him for 10 long months, and he hated how much it was consuming him but he couldn’t help it. And if he didn’t tell her? He’d never hear the end of it – and his pride wouldn’t handle it either. All he could hope was that his brother wouldn’t meddle. That wasn’t too much to ask for, right?

~

When Jack Hughes reached out to her last month to check on her summer plans, Gianna had been more than confused. It wasn’t that they weren’t friendly, but if she was going to talk to any of the Hughes brothers, it was always Quinn. Mostly because they were the same age, but also because while Jack usually had a bunch of his old hockey buddies visiting and Luke was doing his own thing, Quinn always made the effort to include her. What started as just being a friend of one of his local friends had developed into a genuine friendship of their own – something she treasured – and him being back from Vancouver was genuinely one of the highlights of her summers.

How could it not be? He was funny and sweet, and yet serious and caring, all at once. It was an intoxicating combination that she’d never seen in a guy her age before, let alone in one that genuinely seemed to like talking to her. It didn’t help that he was one of the most handsome guys she’d ever met either. Maybe not classically handsome, but there was just something about the way his smile lit up his whole expression that sent her heart fluttering. That, and the way he always took the time to talk to her, even when there were a lot of other people hanging around.

So Jack reaching out? Strange.

Still, she sent her commiserations for his season (gently of course) and responded to his own questions about how her job was going, before he got to the point. He was organising a welcome back/start of the summer long weekend at their cabin – Friday evening to Monday morning – and he wanted to know if she wanted to join them in the group.

For Jack to ask this specifically? Even stranger than him just reaching out.

The temptation of spending time with Quinn in a smaller group setting though? It was too good to resist, and she’d happily agreed. Jack had told her to just pack a bag of clothes and leave everything else up to him (including her transport up to the cabin), which she knew in her bones felt hinky but ultimately decided to ignore. Whatever Jack was up to, she knew he wasn’t cruel in the slightest, so for now she was happy to go along with whatever his plans were – even if one of the ‘instructions’ had been to keep it a ‘surprise’ that she was going, whatever that meant. She could only hope Quinn wouldn’t hate the surprise. That, and the hope that she wouldn’t make an ass of herself. Quinn didn’t think of her as any more than a friend, she knew that, so she had to keep her feelings under wraps.

That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

~

“Jack, what did you do?” Quinn hissed.

“Thanks for organising the welcome back start of the summer party, Jack. Thanks for inviting all the guests, Jack. Thanks for making sure that I didn’t have anything to stress about, Jack.”

Quinn just pursed his lips, raising an eyebrow, making Jack snicker.

“Look, man, you can take the floor if you’re that beat up about it. It’s one weekend – you can handle sharing a room with Gianna for three nights.”

That’s what Quinn was mad about. Jack had taken it upon himself to sort out ‘room assignments’ for the long weekend in the cabin – clearly having gotten Trevor and Cole in on it because they were refusing to help him fix it – leaving Gianna stuck in sharing a room with him. He genuinely couldn’t believe that Jack was forcing Gianna into this, giving her little choice on what to do, and didn’t know what else to do himself as the embarrassment flooded through his veins.

What the hell was Jack up to? Why was he meddling so much?

Quinn knew his brother was up to something when instead of just bringing Trevor, Turcs, and Cole with him, Gianna was sitting blissfully ignorant in the front seat of the car too. It wasn’t that Gianna was the only girl, but she was the only girl sharing a room/sofa/pull-out bed with a guy she wasn’t dating, and he hated that Jack had created this awkward situation in the first place.

How could he fix it?

“Uh, Quinn?”

Quinn snapped his head up at the sound of Gianna’s voice calling to him down the stairs, ignoring Jack and Trevor’s stupid grins (other than to punch Jack in the arm on his way past) to jog upstairs to find out what was wrong. He found her in the doorway of the room they were ‘assigned’ and it wasn’t until he poked his head over her shoulder that he remembered the one detail he really shouldn’t have forgotten.

This was his usual bedroom. With only one bed.

True, it was a queen-size bed, but it was still only one bed. No wonder Jack looked so pleased with himself. Fuck.

“Um, I am so sorry about Jack. I should’ve kicked his ass harder while we were growing up,” Quinn sighed.

Gianna let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “I can sleep on that bench at the foot of the bed. There’s more than enough room for me there.”

She was petite…but no, no way.

“Definitely not, I can,” Quinn said.

“Your legs will hang over the end of it,” she pointed out, smiling wryly.

He tried not to wince. That was a good point. He didn’t know what was showing on his face but it made Gianna put her hands on her hips.

“We’ll figure it out later. This is an after-bonfire-tonight Gianna-and-Quinn problem,” she said firmly.

Quinn found himself nodding in agreement, too dazed by her words to say anything useful. Giana-and-Quinn. He liked the sound of that.

~

“There’s only one bed.”

“There’s only one bed?! Gi, you have to make a move!”

“And have him completely freak out? Absolutely not.”

“Quinn will not freak out. Everyone knows that he likes you.”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone.”

“Then why hasn’t he ever said anything?”

“I think Jack is trying to kick his ass into motion.”

“Oh. Oh!”

~

This was his own personal circle of hell. Even without looking at him or hearing him, he knew Jack was laughing at him somewhere. Luke had already given up on his pathetic nature, passing him a cold beer before walking off to literally anywhere else. What was wrong? It should be a picture-perfect night – the bonfire was roaring, drinks were flowing, music was playing…and Gianna was dancing.

Not by herself of course, with the other girls. But still – she was dancing, and he was in torment.

While the other girls were trying to act all cute and coquettish (which, more power to them, it was clearly working on the other guys, whatever they intended), Gianna was just flowing to the music, eyes closed and clearly in her own world. She was mesmerising, captivating, all of the synonyms. He was completely and utterly screwed, and not in a fun way.

Jack was definitely laughing at him.

He was so lost in a trance in fact, that he missed her walking over to him, only breaking out of his thoughts when she thumped down in the chair next to him.

“Hey Quinn, you look lonely over here,” she grinned.

He felt his cheeks heat with a tell-tale blush, making her laugh. It was almost musical, totally unfair, and as usual she was leaving him tongue tied.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just getting some peace and quiet,” he managed to blurt out.

Her smile dimmed slightly before returning in full force. “I won’t disturb you any more then.”

Fuck, damn it, no!

“You’re not disturbing me,” he said quickly, shaking his head, “Adding to the peace, if anything.”

Was that desperate? It sounded desperate.

But Gianna just laughed again, settling back into her chair. He didn’t know if it was a trick of the light but the relief that flooded his body seemed to be reflected in her face. She was glad she wasn’t disturbing him?

“Your brother sure knows how to throw a party,” Gianna murmured.

“That’s Jack, life and soul of the party,” Quinn mused.

He hated the pang that rang through his chest. She admired Jack. She admired Jack’s joie de vivre, something he’d never had and would never had. How could he compete with that?

“Yeah Chelsea’s all over that, she loves it,” Gianna grinned, jerking her chin to their right.

What?

Quinn turned his head to see a pretty little brunette (not as pretty as Gianna, of course) leaning up against Jack’s chest, giggling at something that could in no way be that funny.

Gianna was happy for Chelsea?

Oh.

Oh!

“Should I give Trevor a heads up to find somewhere else to sleep?” he smirked.

“Trevor Zegras can figure himself out,” Gianna snorted, smirking slightly back.

If he didn’t adore her before, he was sold hook, line, and sinker now. He had to say something. He had to tell her how he felt. He couldn’t go on any longer with all of this pressure sitting on his chest, weighing him down. He needed to know, either way, how she felt about him too.

“Hey Gi?”

“Yeah Quinn?” she said, turning her head to face him with a smile.

“I’m sorry if this sounds stupid, or unwanted, or just completely out of the blue. It’s just that, well, I can’t get this out of my head and now I’m rambling and-”

Gianna cut him off with a giggle, pressing a finger to his lips.

“Start again,” she prompted, dropping her hand back into her lap.

But her eyes were filled with something he hadn’t expected. Hope. That was everything he needed to steel himself.

“I like you, Gianna. Really like you. And when Jack dared me-”

“Wait, Jack dared you?”

The hurt in her face immediately sent a cold wave through his body.

“No, no, not like that. He dared me to confess my feelings to you. That’s literally it, I swear. He knows that I like you – all the guys do. I’ve just been too much of a coward to say anything,” he explained.

The hurt in her expression melted away, and she nodded, her smile turning shy. Thank fuck for that.

“That does explain why Jack reached out a month ago to find out if I could join you guys this weekend,” she mused.

A month ago? That meddling little rat.

Still, if he hadn’t meddled…

“So you’re not mad or upset that I like you?” Quinn asked hopefully.

Gianna huffed out a laugh, shaking her head, making his whole body feel like it was bursting into fireworks.

“The opposite, actually,” she admitted, “I just…I didn’t think you’d ever see me as more than a friend.”

She didn’t think…?

Without caring about their audience, their setting, or even their drinks, Quinn leant forward and kissed her. He barely heard the surprised soft moan she let out over the cheering of his idiot brother and idiot friends, choosing to flip them off before cupping her face with that same hand. He’d wasted so much time. But now, they had the whole summer to make up for it.

[entering--hyperspace]

Instead of working on important lore writing, I did this.

My Super Duper important lore thoughts below

Okay so I do think Charr purr but I kinda am basing these graphs off of something that is subconscious. I think they can force themselves to purr if they want to but im going based off them doing so naturally

Rox: Purrs often but is like one of those cats you have to either have your hand under their throat to Feel it rumbling or standing Very Next to them in a quiet room. She is a little relieved by this.

Reeva: PURRS LOUD, ALL THE TIME. Reeva is someone who enjoys life and having fun so I thought itd just be Correct to be one of those cats that Always Purrs. Shes purring when she eats, she purrs when shes fighting, she purrs when she sleeps, Its very endearing to me.

Rytlock: Rytlock is one of those Loud Rumbly purrs, those purrs where when you hear it for the first time youre like "Jesus fucking christ how are you purring that Loud?" But, he purrs very rarely, so I guess when you do hear it its a bit special....

Leo: Leo is a bit of a slightly lower than midpoint, normal Purr volume but leans towards not purring as often. So if anything it also feels nice when you hear him purr arouind you.

Crecia: crecia has both a very low volume purr And tends to not purr that often either? You can definitely hear when she purrs but its a little faint, in a way that is also pretty cute to me.

[famousinmyfandom]

Was talking with a friend about why John left, and in addition to questions of paternity and fear of fatherhood, I was thinking it’s also pretty likely that Arthur unintentionally pushed him out.

Think about it. Arthur has been cleaning up John’s messes his whole life. He’s also a father who lost his son and a husband who lost his wife, so it makes sense that he would be exceptionally over protective of Jack and Abigail. So every time John makes a mistake (away too long on a job, didn’t support Jack’s head right, didn’t burp him, asked a dumb question about the baby, didn’t tell Abigail she was pretty today, didnt help out enough, etc), Arthur is right there calling him out on it.

And it’s not that different than normal, Arthur is always on John’s case, but there’s a baby involved now so everything is ramped up. This, plus John wondering if Jack is even his, and John’s general fear of inadequacy, leads to John deciding that Abigail and Jack are better off with Arthur. Plus, Arthur clearly wants the job, (he doesn’t but John doesn’t understand this because obviously Arthur isn’t going to explain that no, he doesn’t want a new family, he just doesn’t want John to find out what it feels like to lose one) so obviously he should just leave and stop ruining everything.

And of course none of them ever talk about it.

[mystic-rox]

Some Dynasties Collaspe

Master List

Song: Dynasty - Miia

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

Warnings: Hotch overwhelmed, yelling, car crash, mention of Haley’s Death, death, tragic ending

Word Count 1.6k

“Just stop!!” Hotchner’s voice cracked through the office like thunder, a guttural burst of frustration as his hands slammed down on his desk. He stood up too fast, his chair screeching back, papers scattering, breath shallow and chest tight. His head dropped low, the weight of everything, cases, grief, guilt, pressing down harder than gravity.

He looked up, and it was like the room flipped upside down. His whole face shifted, fury melting into horror as he saw you standing there. Your eyes were wide, glistening. The thing in your hands, coffee? A file? A peace offering, fell quietly to the floor, forgotten.

“Darling,” he whispered, already reaching for you, guilt bleeding into the space between you.

But you were already stepping back.

And all I gave you is gone

You turned before he could see the tears fall. You didn’t want to break in front of him, not again. Not like this. You walked out fast, head down, bumping into Gideon in the hallway. You murmured a soft apology, voice shaking, before pressing the elevator button with a trembling hand. You didn’t wait for it to ding—just willed it open with every ounce of strength you had left.

Inside the office, the storm settled into something worse; regret.

“What happened?” Gideon asked, voice low but grounded, already suspecting the answer.

“I…” Aaron sank down in his chair, eyes unfocused. “Everyone kept coming to me with questions, interruptions. I just… snapped.”

“They looked shaken,” Gideon said plainly, watching him. “You need to go after them. Before it’s too late.”

Tumbled like it was stone

Aaron didn’t hesitate this time. He shot up from his chair, grabbed his windbreaker, and bolted from the office, his phone already in hand. He called once. Twice. Straight to voicemail.

“Come on, doll, pick up.” His voice cracked under the weight of desperation. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Just… just let me know you’re okay.”

He was already halfway down the street, eyes scanning every corner. In this line of work, every goodbye could be the last. He had already buried one love. He couldn’t survive another.

Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn’t shake

Then he heard it.

Tires squealing. A horn. A scream.

Then a sickening crash.

It felt like the Earth dropped out from beneath him.

No. No, no, no. Not them.

He ran harder than he had in years, adrenaline and fear driving his legs like pistons. His phone was still in his hand when it started ringing—but it wasn’t you.

It was your ringtone.

Except it was coming from the sidewalk.

From the middle of the crosswalk.

Your phone, cracked and still lit, lay facedown on the pavement, as if it had been torn from your hand mid-step.

Hotch’s knees nearly buckled. He picked it up with shaking hands and looked around, eyes frantic.

Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made

A man near the wreck was talking to a paramedic. “I didn’t see them. I—I swear, I didn’t see the light was red.”

You were crossing the street.

And now you were gone.

A flash of ambulance doors slamming. A siren wailing into the night.

“That ambulance,” he choked out to the nearest EMT. “Where is it going? Who was in it?”

The paramedic paused. “Dark jacket. Blood loss. They said their name was—”

It all fell down, it all fell down

Hotch staggered back like he’d been punched. He dialed Gideon.

“Sentara Northern,” was all he managed to get out, voice cracked and nearly unrecognizable.

Gideon didn’t ask questions. He just met him out front with the car running. The drive to the hospital was wordless. The kind of silence that feels like the world holding its breath before something shatters.

Hotch stared out the window, clutching your phone to his chest. His knuckles were white. His lips moved, whispering something no one could hear.

A prayer. A memory. A goodbye. He didn’t know yet. But deep down, he already did.

It all fell, it all fell down

The emergency room doors burst open and Aaron Hotchner didn’t wait for permission. His badge flashed more like a reflex than authority. Nurses barely had time to look up before he was at the front desk.

“Pedestrian hit. Brought in less than ten minutes ago.” The nurse blinked, typed, glanced up with something unreadable in her eyes. “Are you family?”

His voice was low, hoarse. “Yes.” She hesitated just long enough for him to feel the first crack splinter in his chest.

“They’re in trauma now. I’m sorry, but… the doctor will come speak with you shortly.” That phrase. That polite, clinical sentence.

The doctor will come speak with you shortly.

It wasn’t good.

And all I gave you was gone

Gideon caught up behind him, out of breath. “Aaron—”

Hotch just sat down. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. He stared at the blood on his hands, not yours, his own, from where he had clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms. A small punishment. Not nearly enough.

The last thing he had said to you echoed over and over again.

“Just stop.”

He hadn’t even looked up. Not until it was too late.

Tumbled like it was stone

The trauma surgeon didn’t have to speak. His face said everything. Hotch stood up anyway.

“I’m sorry,” the doctor said. “We did everything we could. There was extensive internal bleeding, by the time they arrived, they had already coded once in the ambulance. We… couldn’t bring them back.”

Something inside Hotch caved in. But he didn’t fall. Not yet. He just blinked slowly.

“They were asking for you,” the doctor added softly. “Before they lost consciousness. They… kept saying your name.”

Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake

Gideon reached out, but Hotch pulled away. He needed to walk. He needed to move. If he stayed still, he would die too.

They let him see you.

Everything was quiet. Frozen. Still.

They’d cleaned the blood. Wrapped you in too-white sheets. You looked like you might wake up.

You didn’t. Hotch sat beside the gurney, hands shaking, phone still in his coat pocket. Your phone. The screen cracked from where it hit the pavement.

He placed it gently beside your hand.

“I should’ve come sooner,” he whispered. “I should’ve stopped you. I should’ve—”

He choked on his words. There weren’t any left that could matter.

“You didn’t deserve it. And I didn’t deserve you.”

He reached for your hand.

Cold.

He held it anyway.

“You were the only good thing I didn’t have to earn. And I ruined it.”

Your desk at Quantico was cleared out. Quietly. No ceremony. Hotch didn’t speak at the funeral. He couldn’t. He stood in the back. Silent. Unmoving. The team kept an eye on him, but none of them could touch what was broken.

Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made

You were buried with your badge.

Your nameplate still sits in his top desk drawer.

Your voicemail is still on his phone.

And some nights, he listens to it. Just to hear you say his name.

And all that’s left is a man who never got to say I love you in time.

Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up

Anyone else crying? Just me? Okay.

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[oceaneyesinla]

Thinking about soft sleepy sex with Chuuya

You've both been working so hard, your duties often keeping you apart. You're missing his touch and he's missing your kisses, and you're both so desperate for each other even though you're exhausted

So an intimate spooning cuddle turns into something far more heated. He presses into you with slow, deep strokes, lazily rutting into you and burying his face into the crook of your neck. One hand rubbing sensual circles into your clit and the other exploring the length of your body, palming your breasts and caressing your tummy

It's languid and intense and everything you've been missing. You cling to his arm as you clench around his cock, relaxing boneless in his hold as he thrusts a handful more times before spilling inside you, peppering kisses along your spine

You barely have the energy to clean up, and as soon as you have, Chuuya gathers you up in his arms, making sure you're pressed against him from head to toe, not a millimetre of distance between you as you both fall asleep

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I want to send Monty a collection of sunglasses in various colors and shapes. Let him have a bit of variety.

For the second time today, you dig through your backpack for a gift to give. What will this one be? You hope it’s a good one like the last pair. After what feels like an age, your paw lands on something. You eagerly pull it from the backpack to give it a good look over and read the tag. It was a present wrapped in green polka dotted paper, a sticker on one side of the ambiguous shape with the name Montgomery Gator written on it, the whole thing decorated in stickers. You check your database for the animatronic in question and start to make your way up the steps in front of the daycare, towards the security door you hoped would lead directly to the atrium.

The door opened without question for you and you stepped right through, once again wondering when you were going to run into the security around here. You always do eventually… or at least you always do when the location has security to run into. You shake off the thought as you take in the atrium for the first time from the walkways.

This place is huge! You can’t help but gawk at all the lights and colours in awe. There was just so much to look at, you struggled to find a place to start!

Strangely enough, you end up starting at the scaffolding and white covers over the attraction at the opposite corner to where you’re standing. What’s that about? Fazerblast next door and Bonnie Bowl next door but upstairs looked fine though. Your curiosity almost got the better of you but you shook yourself out of the desire to explore over there for now. You turn your gaze determinedly towards the attraction directly to your left, all green and full of fake plants of the jungle variety. Do alligators live in jungles? You’re not so sure… but then again, Fazerblast is clearly themed on space and bears aren’t aliens so you wouldn’t be too surprised if Fazbear got it wrong.

Or at least… you’re pretty sure that bears aren’t aliens. They’re not aliens… Are they?

It takes you more effort than you’d care to admit to break out of that train of thought and get back on track. You have a job to do! You can’t keep getting distracted!

With that in mind, you march onwards towards Gator Golf.

Eyeing the golf ball ride as you pass, you continue on until you find yourself standing in the attraction itself. There was even more fake foliage in here, with mini golf greens marking a path throughout the place and an alligator ride still chugging along far overhead. How in the world are you going to find Monty in here?

You wander along the path of greens, passed holes and bunkers and mechanical alligator heads jumping out of the water, passed the huge stage, around the game hazards and under the giant bucket. It takes you a while before you finally spot him. At first, you thought it was just another cool prop, but as you drew closer, you realised that the green and red thing in the water was the real thing.

And that you’d walked passed him at least three times.

He was just floating there. Belly down and snout just above the water line, his tail acting like an anchor. With the star shaped glasses on his face, you couldn’t tell if he was watching you or not.

You whistle to draw his attention but he doesn’t respond. He just carries on floating. You whistle a little louder, but still no response. You try once more, as loud as you possibly can, and still nothing. Maybe he lacks audio sensors? He wouldn’t be the only one after all…

Leaning in closer, you wave at him instead, hoping his eyes are open under those glasses. You lean over the barrier some more as he seems to drift lazily towards you with the water current. Your frantic waving has no effect. You keep trying, wondering if you could drop something on his head to get his attention as he drifts closer to you. You’re about to leave to try that-

Splash!

In a blind flurry of motion, Monty suddenly launched up from the water. He snapped his jaws. You leapt backwards, teeth missing you by an inch. You stare, wide eyed from the floor at the figure now hanging over the railings from the opposite side. Monty laughs, almost cackling at your misfortune, completely unbothered by the water dripping from his every limb. He nudges his now decidedly stupid glasses up his snout as you huff and pick yourself up off the floor. You brush yourself off as he continues to laugh.

“Damn, I gotcha good, lil’ guy!” Yeah, no kidding. This must be the Pizzaplex’s resident funny man without the funny. You’re pretty sure every Fazbear location has one of these goofballs. “Who are ya anyway? Not seen you ‘round here before. You new?” You shake your head and insistently pat the badge you proudly display on your chest. He raises his glasses and an eyebrow at it, studying it for a few long moments before muttering a ‘huh.’ You give him a second to process, wondering if he knew what your badge meant or not. He perked up as the realisation seemed to hit him and his eyes fell straight to the green package at your feet. He should consider himself lucky it’s not soaked…

“Ya got somethin’ for me?!” Monty’s eyes almost sparkled with surprise and excitement and the second you nodded, he dragged himself over the railings so fast you’re surprised he didn’t break anything. “Really?!” You nod, stepping back a bit so as not to get dripped on as he towered over you. Safe from the rain, you stand up straight, puff out your chest and present the gift to him, holding it up as high as you can. He gasped, jaw dropping a little as he stared at the present in awe.

It took him a while to gently lift it out of your grasp and sit himself on the floor with a ground-shaking thud. His tail wrapped around himself, his legs crossed and his eyes never left the little green bundle in his hands. You wave your paws to it to urge him to open it, hoping he does so before the water soaks through too much of the paper. You don’t know what’s in it, but the last thing anyone wants is for him to ruin it like this…

He pays you no mind, taking his time to deliberate it for a good while longer before taking his claws to it. He drags them lightly down the side, cutting paper and stickers alike, but never harming what lies beneath in an impressive display of precision and control. The paper tears away with ease, falling to the floor in surprisingly clean strips and gradually revealing the container within. It didn’t give much away, with no markings to speak of and no labels to describe the contents. With the lid opening towards you, all you could do was wait until Monty showed you to see what it was.

“Oh hell yeah!” A grin split his face like lightning as he beheld it, wasting no time in lifting them up to try them on. He swapped the star glasses already on his face with a blue pair with lenses shaped like the moon, “whaddya think?” You think for a moment before nodding and offering a thumbs up at his goofy smile. “HAHA!” He cheers before swapping the moon glasses for silver clouds with little lightning bolts dangling from them. You mouth an ‘oh’ and nod more enthusiastically. He sniggers with mischievous glee as he digs through the box for the next pair of glasses that catch his eye. The next pair replaces the old, this time shaped like bolts of fire.

“Heh, bet Rox would love these!” You had to agree these ones were pretty cool… what else does he have though? Peeking around the edge of the box, your vision suddenly turns purple and you almost lose your balance from how roughly the glasses were shoved onto your face. You blink a few times as you adjust them with your paws, taking a good look in the mirror on the underside of the box’s lid to find that they’re shaped like paw prints. A smile makes itself known and it only grows as you turn to find Monty grinning goofily at you with red lightning bolt glasses that barely covered his eyes at all. You can’t help but quietly giggle too and before you know it, you and Monty have spent at least an hour trying out his new collection of coloured shades.

He must have had every shape you’ve ever seen in that box! Love hearts, diamonds, rabbits, apples, flowers, feathers, and heck he even had a pair shaped like fish! And of course, Monty had set aside a pair or two he thought would suit each of his friends, often commenting how much Bonnie would have loved this. It was perhaps the only time his cheer was dampened throughout your time with him. What was up with that…?

Well, it was none of your business anyway. If he didn’t want to say, then he didn’t want to say. Who are you to pry? Instead, you would choose another pair of glasses at random and offer them up to him, managing to bring his attention back to the positives as much you could.

As you’re about to take your leave and return to your important job, you place the glasses you were just wearing softly back into their box. You turn to leave, ready to wave goodbye as you go when your arm is suddenly grabbed and you’re pulled back a few steps. Your vision turns purple as the pair of paw print glasses is plonked right back onto your nose.

“Hold onto these ones for me, will ya?” He lets go of you and starts making a mess of the glasses in the box, acting like the lid won’t fit. “Can’t get ‘em all back in so you might as well have ‘em.” He winks behind Saturn-shaped lenses and a good natured, toothy smirk. You’re surprised for a moment, but gradually, a happy smile replaces your round eyes and open jaw. You clasp your paws together and nod your thanks. Your hair is ruffled with a light chuckle in return before he nudges you back the way you were going before he stopped you.

“C’ya later, yeah?” You nod again with enthusiasm, readjust your backpack and wave goodbye as you head on out. He waves back, and just as you’re about to turn a corner and out of his sight, you hear him call out, “you better watch out for alligators next time, lil guy!” You snigger and poke your head back around the corner to give him a thumbs up before you leave.

You make your way back through the jungle foliage and back into the Gator Golf section of the atrium, coming to a stop beside the golf ball themed ride to once again slide your backpack from your shoulders onto the floor. The glasses slip a little as you look down at the bag and you can’t help the smile as you push them back up your nose. It’s not very often you get a gift as well, but it leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy inside every single time…

Sticking your paw into the bag, you can’t wait to show the next person your new glasses. You wonder who you’ll be going to see next...

[madcapsulez]

Despite what you might think or what you've told yourself, you aren't safe of the most raw elements in life, fire eats everything, wind pushes everything, water swallows everything.

Just be thankful that you weren't proven wrong today and hope that you aren't anytime soon.

[littleplantfreak]

oh to be the person Umemiya Hajime meets and falls for as he’s traveling after graduation