#someone will love my cliche story about them falling in love

[starcrossedpaladins]

Summary for the klance soulmate au fic I'm going to be writing

Keith has seen in black and white his entire life. He knows that this means that somewhere out there is his soulmate, his other half, his perfect match, the person whose touch will allow him to see the world in color. Keith has no desire to meet them, however. From the moment he understood what seeing in grayscale meant, he wore gloves to avoid touching anything or anyone directly. When he came to the Garrison and started seeing splashes of color, he ignored them, hoping to delay the inevitable meeting. Keith thinks he’s safe after being booted from the Garrison, but when a Garrison cadet interrupts him from rescuing Shiro, all that changes.

I'll be posting here and on ao3 when I have a few chapters written. Stay tuned!

#ive had a busy week so i havent had much time to start #but im hoping to work on an outline and the first chapter this weekend #i might post here first for feedback on the first chapter before posting to ao3 #let me know what you think of the concept #its going to be keith pov and start with some pre-canon background #and then its going to follow season one pretty closely #im not sure exactly where things will start to diverge from canon #its a cliche concept but i dont care #i read the same two people falling in love over and over #in the most cliche ways #and i love it #someone will love my cliche story about them falling in love #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #klance #klance fic #klance fanfiction #voltron legendary disappointment #keith kogane #lance mcclain #my posts

[lightsoutletsgo]

i told the stars about you — op.81 (royalty au)

pairing: prince!oscar piastri x lady-in-waiting!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: angst? heartbreak, slightly inaccurate and semi-confusing greek mythology references, a spot-the-princess-diaries quote just bc i can

I actually wrote this listening to the bridgerton soundtrack... it's not what I usually write so I hope it's okay! please lmk what you think and if you'd like to see more like this. for extra heartbreak, listen to "love is a choice" from the bridgerton soundtrack on repeat while reading happy reading! love mimi 🤍

It was an accident really. Well, less of an accident and more of a cruel twist of fate if you had to summarise it. After all, such a cliche thing to happen. The lady-in-waiting to the Princess falls in love with the visiting Prince her future ruler is tied to in an arranged marriage.

Had any sensible person heard the predicament you were in they may have sympathised but still scoffed at how foolishly the two of you were behaving. Desperately entangling yourselves with one another despite the inevitable heartbreak that was bound to come any day now.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love the stars?” You led on your back on the grass underneath the night’s sky, delicately raising a hand to trace invisible lines between each star above you. Oscar chuckled next to you as his hand slid over yours, joining you in your night sky tracing, “I believe you may have mentioned it once or twice before…” You gave a faint smile as your arm grew tired, choosing to link your hand with his and rest them by your sides. “Have I ever told you why?” Oscar rolled onto his side, facing you as his eyes searched yours, smiling at the way they reflected the moonlight,

“Actually, I don’t think you have told me that.” You sat up quickly, always excited to share the story with someone. 

Oscar sat up before he moved to sit behind you, pulling you to lean back into his chest as his arms encircled your body, head gently resting on your shoulder. “See that star up there?” You pointed to almost directly above you, “That’s the North Star isn’t it?” You nodded and turned your head to reward his correct answer with a soft kiss to the cheek. “Mmhmm! When I was a child, my mother used to tell me stories of the stars every night…” You sighed happily at the memories, “There was one story that I loved far more than any others. The story of Perseus and Andromeda.” “I think I learned about that a long time ago… During my classical classes…” “Show off…” You reached one hand up to gently flick his nose. “Well, the story goes that Princess Andromeda was a very beautiful woman. Her mother, Queen Cassiopeia, claimed her daughter was more beautiful than Poseidon’s daughters. As punishment for her vanity, Poseidon sent the sea monster Cetus. Andromeda’s father, King Cepheus, trusted the sea monster to disappear if they were to sacrifice her. Just before she was devoured by the sea monster, Perseus came by on his flying horse Pegasus. He was on his way home after one of his great adventures. Perseus fell in love with the beautiful Andromeda and struck a deal with her parents. Perseus would save their daughter by killing the sea monster and in return he would be allowed to marry her. Andromeda however, was already promised to marry another man, Phineus. A fight arose between the two which Perseus eventually won. And so Perseus and Andromeda lived happily ever after.” 

Oscar smiled at the sight of your eyes lighting up as you told the story. He nuzzled his nose into your neck making you giggle as you carried on, “All of the people in the story were placed in the sky by the gods, so their story would never be lost. Perseus and Andromeda are still positioned close together in the sky, where they rotate around the North Star, see?” Oscar’s eyes followed to where you were pointing once more. He kissed your cheek as you gave a happy contented little hum.“Mother always used to say that lovers who needed advice or guidance would talk to the stars… And that those confessions of lovers to the stars meant that their love would last forever, just like Perseus and Andromeda…” You reached for the bouquet of daisies you’d picked earlier that evening.

“You know..." Slowly, you plucked each petal off of the daisies you carefully held. "I told the stars about you." Oscar chuckled, not expecting to hear such words from the lady sitting with him. "What did you tell them?" You turned to look at him and smiled, staring at his brown eyes. "I told them you have your own constellations on your cheeks." Your stare landed on the faint few freckles dotted on his face. He laughed, "What? What does that even mean?" 

You showed him a half smile before looking down at the daisies and plucking the petals again. "I told the stars you have more stars in your eyes than there are stars in the sky"

His smile slowly faded, instead he looked almost like he was holding his breath, like he didn’t dare breath incase it ruined the moment, "I told them that you are the moon that shines brightest in my eyes when I'm surrounded by darkness. I told them I always wish for you on a shooting star." You gave him the daisies you had been holding since you’d sat next to him. All petals now plucked. Oscar looked confused as he took the flowers, about to open his mouth.

"Do you want to know why?” You cut him off with a sweet smile before he could even open his mouth to answer, “Because I got tired of asking the flowers if you love me or not." “Y/N…” Oscar’s voice was barely above a whisper. You spoke softly, "Do you know what the stars replied?"

"W-what?" He thought he’d lost his voice for a moment. 

You smiled.

"Go after him."  

Silence. “So will you…” “I'm in love with the King-to-be, and I'm inquiring if he loves me too…” Oscar’s eyes lit up and in that moment, you felt as if all the air had been taken from you. One of your hands gently cupped his face as your thumb rubbed over his cheekbone, “You really do have stars in your eyes.” “And your eyes hold the whole galaxy, my love.” Oscar pulled you close to him and sighed in contentment as you shyly buried your face into his shoulder, the stars twinkling at you both from above, as if centuries of lovers were sprinkling their blessing on the two of you. In hindsight you supposed it might have been a warning, that heartbreak would ensue no matter how much you loved him 　 ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆　　　

“I told the stars about you!” Oscar cried out. 

You stopped. “I told the stars about you,” he repeated, trying and failing to hold back tears that were already falling, “I told them that I would never let you become one and end up so far away from me, I told them how you said you would always stay by my side, and...” Oscar looked back at you, where you were now facing him.

“I told them I loved you.” Your eyes widened slightly before your face fell again.

“...We always knew this was going to happen. We cannot change what our fate is, Oscar, I mean…” You looked back down at the ground, clenching your fists tightly before you spoke again. “Your Highness-”

“Don’t call me that, Y/N.” Oscar said immediately, rushing up to you. “Y-you’re not a lady-in-waiting. I'm not a Prince. We’re just Oscar and Y/N, two people who fell in love the instant they saw one another.” He stared at you, not fighting the tears anymore. “Two people who fell in love under the stars… I want that Y/N back.” Your heart broke as his voice cracked, overcome with emotion. “Please my love…”

But still you said nothing

“Where’s the Y/N who would tell me she loved me, the Y/N who vowed to be by my side forever, and… the Y/N who would tell the stars about me?” You finally looked up at him, and Oscar searched your eyes desperately for a shred of his Y/N in you. A lone tear spilt over and fell down your cheek. Sparkling in the moonlight, it almost looked like a shooting star. ‘How ironic.’ He thought to himself bitterly. You wiped the tear away and as quickly as it had appeared it was gone.

Oscar’s eyes darkened, and he wiped his face, his expression hardening, “My apologies, Lady Y/N.” He said, his voice cold. “This has been rather inappropriate. I believe you must have somewhere to be?” “My apologies, your Highness. Permission to leave?” It was time to accept that the old Y/N was gone, leaving a stranger in front of him. And if his Y/N was gone, there was no reason to keep taking up a stranger’s time.

“...Granted.” You began to move before you hesitated, leaned into his side, whispered something, and left. Oscar’s eyes widened once again, and a tear fell down his cheek. 

“I never stopped telling the stars about you.”

Oscar quickly turned around to watch you leave. A pained smile slowly spread across his face. He didn’t try to stop you. You wore a similar smile as you forced your feet to walk away. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him once again, but that was a dream you couldn’t have anymore. It was a dream you’d have to tell the stars about.

#mimi.writes #f1 x reader #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri angst #f1 x you #oscar piastri x you #f1 angst #f1 fic #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri oneshot #f1 oneshot

[chireikiden]

Might be a pretty basic take by the standards of more seasoned yuri fans, but it's my perspective as someone who's mostly read yuri in a Touhou context (though a lot of it), and exclusively manga from the Japanese fans as opposed to i.e. written fics.

Touhou yuri (using it very broadly here to describe any kind of wlw shipping present) is, across the board, in a pool of fan literature going back twenty years, remarkably good at taking the lesbian part for granted. Not counting outright het content or works that simply don't bring it up, I have only very vague memories of a character's lesbian orientation being either denied or even brought to question (even in the cliche "But we're both girls!" manner, which even as a somewhat dead horse trope you might still expect to see, given plenty of doujin writing isn't exactly highbrow). You might be able to read "Does she like girls?" between the lines in the usual question of "Does she like me?" if you really want to, but the way it's still basically treated as default is fun to me. There's a reason Touhou basically has honorary yuri status on e.g. Dynasty Reader, even the stories with effectively zero shipping in them. You might not notice if you haven't browsed the site, but it's literally nothing but yuri + Touhou. We even got upload rights just so we could post more Touhou.

(Of course, Touhou being yuri city is part of the reason any hint of straight romance gets a really strong kneejerk reaction from people, including me. But that's also because the lack of usable male characters makes that shipping inherently hamfisted, up to and including literally making up cardboard villager OCs. Basically the only positive example I can remember off the top of my head is Hisona's An Old Poem for the Cuckoo Bird depicting Youki with a 1000-year-old mostly joking crush on Nue, which after some chin-scratching I decided I liked alright. And Hisona of course has plenty of yuri cred to cover for it.)

But although taken for granted, most Touhou yuri is one or more of: a.) On a "blushing maidens thinking about holding hands" level in its approach to romance, b.) Only depicting the starting moments of a relationship, at best - usually just pining, c.) Only off-handedly teasing, basically to acknowledge the ship is there, d.) Showing a very close and loving relationship but leaving the romance part subtextual, even if thinly veiled.

While those are all fine - some of my favorite artists like e.g. Ashiyama undeniably fall under d.) - it means that artists who depict more established couples, and couples that get depicted as more established, stand out. I love when a story is very blunt about two characters, whether the focus is actually on them or not, already being an item. Be it due to a difference in target demographic or what, many of these works seem to have a slight lean towards being more raunchy/horny even when not outright R-18, but I don't actually mind that too much when it does happen - as long as they're fun and raunchy, as opposed to only raunchy or, god forbid, unfun in raunchy ways.

I like how Moyazou depicts Mokou and Keine as basically-married. I like how Atoki depicts YuuParu or SakiYachi after drawing like twenty books of them (each). I like when Kawayabug depicts Tojiko as Miko's beleaguered wife. But the example of the day is obviously risui (of Ladies of Scarlet Devil Mansion), who you might have guessed inspired this ramble. Funnily enough, in LoSDM she seems to have walked back Meiling and Sakuya's relationship coincidentally at the same time she toned down the content to fit SCoOW's guidelines, compared to her usual works that have MeiSaku at a much more established and mutual stage.

But the point stands that it's really fun to see LoSDM almost rub it in your face from the very start - from Meiling's dream to every other conversation she has - that everyone in it is unapologetically and openly lesbian, assumes everyone else to be a lesbian, and doesn't hesitate to talk about it like a (romcom idiot) adult.

Also, risui draw lady very good

#would be really funny if I started using the tag 'ladies disc.' #losdm disc.

[atruththatyoudeny]

Happy 28th! Here are all the lovely fics I read this month

with venom on your tongue | wildestdreams | [91k] While Louis had to try so hard to stay focused and be the best, Harry somehow did the same things with ease and confidence. He hated how Harry glided through life, carrying happiness on his shoulders like it was nothing when it was arduous for Louis. His carefree demeanor made Louis feel crazy. But that feeling just motivated him to always keep his eyes on the prize. Number one in the class rankings every year and the valedictorian spot the next year when they graduated. He was so close he could taste it. And if the only thing in his way was Harry Styles, then Louis was willing to up the stakes to figure out what made him weak just to beat him. “Whatever,” Louis eventually said to Liam. “He’s a fucking cliche.” or a boarding school AU where Harry and Louis are academic rivals until they realize they’re more similar than they thought.

Angels Fly | LilyBlue28 | [203k] Harry is a lonely omega in the North Western White River Pack who is uncharacteristically drawn to nature and his now outdated primal instincts. He fills his days with going through the motions and clinging to the one actual friendship he has in the omega Zayn, and when he gets a chance he sneaks away to the edge of their territory to sit with the trees and the wildlife and sketch his favorite part of the river. But what happens when one day he spots the pack alpha, Louis, having an intimate moment with something, or someone, unexpected? Suddenly his quiet, nearly invisible existence gets upended, and secrets he never wanted to know quite literally won't leave him alone, and even when he tries to stay away, he keeps being pulled back into Louis' turbulent orbit. A magical love story featuring a generations long grudge, a menacing curse, and secrets that keep pulling them apart. Will they be able to find a way back to one another through the dark?

Fuck You For Ruining New York City For Me | galactic_larry | [11k] Harry met Louis in college and fell in love with him in record time. Louis broke up with him in their New York apartment, so Harry left the city for good. Except now he’s back, visiting with his new boyfriend. What happens when they run into each other at a bar three years after breaking up?

i've got something to confess, i keep you in my pocket to use | babylwt | [16k] "You made Harry Styles practically swoon over you, admit you’re beautiful to basically the world, he asked for your number and you said no. Like, you have to be joking.” Bella tsks as she sits up straight, grabbing Louis’ computer off his lap and putting it off to the side. Louis moves to reach for it, sighing in defeat as he leans back against his pillows. “You know how it goes with those sports guys. They’re just after having a good time before they have to go to the next city and play another game and find another person to swoon.” Louis explains. “It just wouldn’t have worked and I’m too busy right now.” Louis shrugs. “Too busy to fuck Harry Styles?” Bella asks with a raised brow. “Yes, even too busy to fuck Harry Styles.” Or Prompt 251: Harry is a hockey player and he's in the middle of a press conference when Louis, a journalist, asks him a question. Harry sees him ans says something like "oh my god, he's so beautiful" to his teammate and only realized his mic was on when the pretty boy blushes and the room breaks in a laugh

My heart might be broken (but I won't be broken down) | elleseekeepdriv | [46k] A story about a couple falling in love and becoming a family, and then breaking up and dealing with a heartbroken daughter while surviving their own heartbreak But at its core, a story about a couple fighting against biphobia, fighting for their love, and learning to accept each other while learning to accept themselves.

Hello Again | Alwaysinlove | [31k] Thea Tomlinson and Belle Styles are work besties. When Belle decides that Harry needs a date for his fiftieth birthday party, Thea suggests her Dad. What the pair don't know, is that Harry and Louis went on a date nearly thirty years previously, and it didn't end well... Set in 2030

#28th appreciation #fic rec #my fic rec #monthly fic rec #my reads #larry fics #completed fics

[sxnniiwrites]

So, you want to write fanfics.

Here are my top fanfic writing tips!

You don't have to waste time on physical descriptions of characters, since your target audience already knows them, UNLESS: - their appearance is different in your fic in some way (timeskip, different verse, etc) - OR it's genuinely significant, like character A being struck by character B's beauty at first sight and having to swoon over their gorgeous features. Other than this, if it's not plot significant nor important to the readers' perception of the story, then don't worry about it if you aren't confident with physical descriptions!

Pay attention to character voice. What's that, you ask? Well, everyone's inner thoughts sound different, right? It matches your own personality and speech patterns. This is the same with characters. This is much easier if the franchise you're writing for is a book series, of course; you already have somewhere to go to reference the style this character's thoughts are written in. With shows and movies, it's a bit harder to find each character's voice, but important nonetheless. If you don't have distinct voices for each character's POV, the writing and characterization can fall flat. A good way to find character voice is to write a few diary entries for each character (even if your story isn't going to be in first person POV, do it for this exercise). This will help establish individual voices, and then your characters will really start feeling like their canon selves.

Cater to your audience. This is the nature of fanfic. But seriously, don't be afraid of cliches! If your fandom loves hurt/comfort for a certain pairing, write that in! If your fandom is obsessed with tooth rotting wholesome fluff for a pairing, try that too! You don't have to, of course, but this can help keep your target audience interested and attract more readers through tags.

USE BETA READERS. Oh my gosh I used to not use betas and would just "edit" my fics all on my own, which of course meant scanning it briefly for bad typos because my brain was so fried from writing it that I didn't want to thoroughly read the whole thing and look for in-depth edits. I know it's scary to have someone else pick through your work but trust me, they LOVE what you wrote, regardless of how many edit suggestions they leave. They'll also help you see things from a reader's perspective that you may not have caught before. Remember, critique is just opportunity for improvement.

Please don't stop because you're embarrassed. Trust me, I've been there. For a while I didn't write fic because I felt "cringey" and was scared of my irls finding my fandom works. But honestly? Screw that. Write for yourself. Write because you love it. Cringe culture is dead, so write the stories you want to tell, and to hell with anyone who thinks it's weird. Besides, there are probably more fandom "weirdos" around you than you think.

Don't be afraid of creation. Happy writing!

#ao3 #ao3 writer #writing #writing tips #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #archive of our own #fanfic writing #fic writing #creative writing #writers #writers of tumblr #writing community

[novalunosiss]

It’s almost been 24 hours since vol 2 came out and I’m still super pissed off, so here’s a list of everything wrong in volume 2.

Byler. Queerbait of the fucking century??? I would’ve been significantly less upset if they hadn’t advertised/marketed it so hard during pride month. And making the queer kid the sad gay vessel through which the straight couple thrives is nothing short of homophobic.

The deaths. They advertised this season as being particularly dangerous/full of death, which was a straight up lie. The only people who died were either antagonists or minor background characters, with the exception of Eddie (though it was extremely obvious from the start that he was canon fodder, much like Bob- despite how much I liked Eddie’s character, there was never a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t going to die.)

Max’s “death”. So I know I just did a section on the deaths but this one pissed me off so much I had to give it it’s own seperate section. Max’s “death” was a total copout. Don’t get me wrong, I love her character. But I wish she did die. Having someone die and be brought back to life is such a terrible, cliche, overused trope. It’s too safe of a choice. Where is the danger? I want to actually be scared that the characters I love might not make it out alive. And since when could El bring people back to life? That’s never been explored in the show before, making it completely out of place and confusing when watching the scene. Having Max die would’ve been impactful, and shown to the audience that any of the characters can die, not just new ones, or unimportant background ones. It would’ve raised the stakes! The scene where she “died” was heartbreaking and powerful, but then they negated that by bringing her back to life, rendering the scene pointless. They either should’ve actually genuinely killed her, or not have her “die” at all. Having that “in-between” sort of situation where she technically died, but came back to life (albeit in a coma) was super flaky, and imo, bad writing.

Speaking of bad writing, the time skip! This is genuinely one of the worst things I’ve seen implemented in the show. I generally don’t like time skips anyway, but at least the one at the end of s3 made sense. The main drama of that season was resolved, and they needed to show the Byers moving away. The time skip this season, however, made 0 fucking sense. The drama hadn’t been resolved, it just skipped like half of the climax and the entirety of the falling action, and went straight to the resolution (which wasn’t even a resolution at all). 2 days is a pretty big time skip to implement after skipping half the climax. What happened during those two days??? It was confusing as fuck, and none of the characters actions/behaviour during the “resolution” phase of the story made sense, maybe with the exception of Dustin and Lucas, who were shown to be grieving unlike almost everyone else. You’re telling me that Nancy, Robin and Steve just fought fucking Vecna, almost died, and some of their friends did die (if you count Max) and two days later they’re happily packing up a bunch of old belongings to donate, without a care in the world? And during that scene, there seemed to be little to no concern about Mike’s whereabouts from the entire Wheeler family until he actually showed up. They mentioned they’d been trying to contact them for days, but nothing about their demeanour beforehand implied concern.

The monologue. Need I even say more? It was cheesy, cringey, and made no narrative sense. The reasoning Mike gave for being unable to tell El he loved her was one of the stupidest reasons I’ve seen in media, ever. Where was the “amazing monologue” we were promised by the Duffers? That sure as hell isn’t what I’d call amazing. Finn is a great actor, and he’s done amazing monologues before (*cough cough*, the shed scene) so that isn’t on him, it’s on the shitty script. “I feel like my life first started when I met you in the woods”? Bullshit, and such a cruel thing to say in front of Will, who’s life was literally turned upside down on the exact same day. “I loved you since the moment I saw you”? Love at first sight is a cringey trope. Mike was 12 when he first met Eleven. He probably didn’t even know the meaning of love, especially when you take a look at how dysfunctional his parents marriage is/Nancy, his older sisters relationship at the time was. Also, how can he say he loved her the moment he saw her when he spent most of s1 trying to get rid of her (saying he was going to send her back to pennhurst) and calling her a “weapon”? El could’ve found strength to beat Vecna in something far more significant than a teenage boy telling her he loves her, but noooo.

Will’s painting. I really feel like I don’t have to elaborate on this one. It just fucking sucked. They built it up like it was going to be some really important declaration of love from Will to Mike, only to have it be used to help further Mileven. Also the actual painting was ass, and all the fan theories about it were way better and more meaningful. (Like the idea we all had of the swingset where Mike and Will first met, or even just a painting of the two of them as their D&D characters, but SEPERATE from the rest of the group so it was actually obvious what the painting meant.)

The upside down thing with Henry?? I don’t even know what’s going on there. It was super confusing. Is the mind flayer actually Henry? Did El create the upside down or was it there before? Why did it look like that when Henry first got sent there, but looks like Hawkins now? I know they’ll likely answer these questions next season, but there’s just too many questions and knowing now how shit the duffers are at writing, I doubt they’ll all be answered satisfactorily.

The terrible character development. By that, I mean that there was none. Literally no characters had any development. They were all exactly the same as they were at the start of the season. El is still dependent on Mike/isn’t her own person. Mike is still a fucking asshole who treats his friends like shit. Will is still in the closet and hiding his true feelings from everyone around him. Nancy and Jonathan are still lying to each other. Steve is still pining after Nancy. Robin is still pining after Vickie. I could go on and on.

The Duffers hate minorities + poor people. Will and Robin, the two queer characters, don’t get well rounded love interests like all of the straight characters, and Will in particular is made to suffer constantly. Lucas and Erica, the two black characters, are both physically assaulted. Max and Eddie, the two poorest characters, who are living in a trailer park, fucking die. (from @hellfireds) Oh, also? The Duffers filmed parts of s4 in a fucking Nazi prison, where Jewish people were held against their wills and killed. (from @artmuseumsandoldbooks)

I’m going to keep updating this list as I think of more things that are wrong with vol 2. There’s already so many things I could add if I decided to include the shit wrong with vol 1 as well, but vol 2 was significantly worse so I’m just gonna stick to that. Feel free to suggest anything else I should add to the list

In conclusion, FUCK THE DUFFERS

#stranger things #byler #stranger things spoilers #st spoilers #stranger things season 4 #st4 spoilers #stranger things 4 spoilers #will byers #mike wheeler #byler tumblr #stranger things theory #Byler doubt #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things s4 #eleven stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #fuck the duffers #Duffer brothers #more like suffer brothers #suffer brothers #Dustin Henderson #Lucas Sinclair #Max mayfield #Eddie Munson

[vnmpior]

AMOR A PRIMERA VISTA

GEKKO (MATEO) x reader pt.1

pt.2 (smut)

summary — you've despised cliches since you were a teen. love at first sight? lame. cafe shop love story? not even believable. getting someone's number after only 5 minutes of talking to them? who even does that? someone letting you stay at their house because of something going wrong? weird and borderline risky. but. . . maybe your life is a cliche.

note — i know i haven't wrote in a while but i'm back! and this is a little bit different from what i usually write so sorry for my other followers! anyways, i had to write about gekko because i love him so much and the lack of fics about him on anything is criminal. i haven't wrote in so long so i might be a little rusty. this is probably going to be three parts, and this is more of a backstory to the relationship, so it's pretty slow paced

w/c — 3.3k

not proofread '' sorry for any mistakes

you slumped over the counter, glancing up at the clock. it read 4 o'clock, and you let out a loud groan. you still had two hours left until you could finally go home and relax with a cup of hot chocolate.

it was warm inside the cozy little cafe, but you knew with a look outside that the walk home was going to be freezing and you dreaded it. rolling hills of white were all over the streets and sidewalks, and the sun was beginning to set as the streetlights began to dimly light the roads. little crystals were falling rapidly, and you knew that eventually it'll turn into a snowstorm.

no one was inside the cafe at the moment, everyone most likely staying at home away from the stormy weather. as you turned to make yourself a drink, the bell above the door alerted you to a new customer.

"hello! how may i help you?" you locked eyes with the newcomer.

woah.

he was attractive, in a way you couldn't pinpoint. maybe it was his hair, a lime green that you would've never thought would look good on anyone but him? or was it his eyes, a bright hazel with a playful twinkle in them. maybe it was how he brightened up the whole cafe full of muted colors with his vibrant clothes and bright aura.

you could already tell he has a good personality.

you shook yourself out of it. you're over thinking it. you never analyze people this hard.

you watched as he broke out into a smile. damn, even his smile was cute.

"can i have a cup of orange juice?" you nodded and grabbed a cup to write his order on it. you thought it was cute that he wanted orange juice, but you also pushed that thought out of your mind. why would it be cute he wanted juice?

"can i also have a vanilla bean frappe?" he added on once you set his cup down.

oh. that means there's someone else.

you begun over-analyzing everything again. obviously with those looks he'd have a girlfriend. how do you know it was a girl? because who else would drink that drink. you know you were being stereotypical, but there's just no other reason he'd come in here alone during all this snow.

you didn't know why it bothered you so much, but it just did.

no way you were already crushing on someone you haven't even had a real conversation with.

you wrote his second order on the cup and asked, "is there anything else?"

"are you okay? you look mad. did i do something?" he said instead of answering your question, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"no!" you shook your head, not realizing that you smile had been wiped off your face. "i was just thinking."

you turned around to grab the orange juice that you had premade that morning from the fridge.

"are you sure? it looked like it was something i said."

"no, you didn't do anything."

"then you must be thinking of something pretty bad. is there something on my face?" he began moving his fingers around his lips and cheeks to get off some imaginary debris.

"there's nothing on your face," you laughed as you put the lid on the orange juice cup and got to work on the frappe. "it's perfect."

you meant to say "perfectly fine", but you were so focused on the machine in front of you, you didn't realize that you didn't quite say what you intended to say.

"perfect?" you could hear the smirk in his voice as you realized what you had told him.

"wait, i meant like, perfectly fine, y'know?"

"so my face isn't perfect?"

"you know that's not what i meant," you hurriedly tried explaining yourself.

"i'm just playing with you, chica," you let out a little smile at the spanish and finished his second drink.

"here you go. one orange juice and one vanilla bean frappe." you slid him the drinks and two straws.

"you're getting this to-go, right?"

"nah, i'll drink it here. it's too cold outside anyways."

"these are both for you?" you were almost relieved about the fact he was going to drink here. of course, that doesn't completely mean that he doesn't have a girlfriend, which is highly unlikely.

"you'll see," he winked at you as a cute yellow thing appeared behind him.

"what is that?" you exclaimed. not in fear, but in curiosity.

"he's wingman. he loves vanilla bean frappes, so i decided i could get him one today."

you almost laughed at how you would've never thought this drink would be for that.

"i thought it was going to be for your girlfriend or something like that," you admitted.

"girlfriend? you're funny chica. i don't have one."

you could jump with joy right now. you knew that you usually don't act like this and think like this, but if you're doing it now, there had to be something special about this boy.

you hummed as he slid into a stool at the counter so he could still talk to you while you worked.

"was that what was bothering you?"

he was smart, but you weren't going to tell him the truth.

"no, of course not! i just met you, it'd be weird if i was upset by that."

you watched as wingman devoured their drink somehow, while the man kept his eyes on you like he was examining you. you flushed and began to make yourself a cup of hot chocolate, not able to wait two hours to the end of your shift.

"that's true," he agreed as he sipped his orange juice.

before the silence afterwards became awkward, you piped up.

"what's your name?" you questioned.

"mateo. but some people know me as gekko. what about you, chica?"

you told him your name and he smiled, saying it back to you.

"i like it. it fits a cutie like you."

you felt your face turn hot and you turned away to make sure he couldn't see.

"thanks," you huffed as you tried making your blush less noticeable.

mateo let out another laugh and you noticed yourself smiling at the noise.

after you had successfully calmed down and your cocoa was ready, you went over to sit next to him.

wingman let out a noise, and you saw that he was already done with his frappe.

"hey amigo, i'll get you some more later, okay?"

it seemed to be content with that answer, and continued gnawing at the straw.

"is it always this quiet in here?" mateo asked.

"not usually. i think it's because of all the snow outside." your gaze went over from his eyes to the window and you nearly gasped.

"holy shit, there's no way i'm getting home in that." there was nearly seven inches of snow on the ground, and the snow was obviously picking up speed.

"how far do you live from here?"

"it's like a 15 minute walk. but i don't even know if i'll be able to walk outside at this point."

"i could walk you over to my house." he offered. "i know it sounds weird because we just met, but you're not going to be able to make it home in this weather and my house is just less than a block away."

you contemplated his offer. you could tell it was obvious he wasn't a murderer, and he was most likely the same age as you. plus there was no way you were getting home tonight and you didn't want to stay in the cafe or make your friends attempt to pick you up. plus you could hang out with mateo a bit more.

you shrugged. "if that's really okay with you."

the two of you talked all the way until 6:00, you not having to serve any customers due to the inclement weather.

you had already locked everything up and wiped everything down, and now you were outside in a huge fur parka, which did nothing to stop the brutal cold wind from slapping your face.

thankfully, you had an extra jacket for mateo, who would've froze to death in his regular clothes. he led you down the road, and the two of you continued talking about things such as school and work. apparently mateo couldn't disclose much of his job, but it seems like he really enjoys it.

the two of you had made it to his house, and you sighed in relief when you felt the gust of hot air caress your face.

you made sure not to trail any snow into his house, majority of it already melted by the time you had hung your jacket up on his coat rack.

he led you to the living room, and you plopped down on the couch as he said, "i'll be right back. i'll get you some clothes so you can take a shower." you nodded and he left, leaving you to glance around the room. there were pictures of him with a blue and yellow haired girl, and also another one of him with an equally beautiful woman with piercing purple eyes.

before you knew it, he was back with a stack of clothes.

"this will probably be too big on you, but i made sure that it was my smallest sizes.

"thanks," you beamed.

"i'll show you where the bathroom is. it's connected to my room, so i hope that's okay."

you acknowledged him with a tilt of your head and followed him up the stairs.

"i'll leave you to do whatever you need to. just call me if you need anything." he shut the door behind him once the two of you had made it to the bathroom.

you quickly took off your clothes and stepped in the shower, finally able to take a long hot shower. not wanting to make his water bill skyrocket with a one hour shower, you hopped out after twenty minutes, only to realize something.

"fucking hell," you grumbled. you forgot to ask for a towel. from what you could see, the towels weren't being kept in the shower room.

"mateo?" you called out loudly.

you heard a "yeah?" in response.

"i forgot to grab a towel!"

you swore you heard him giggling. then you heard a knock at the door.

"here, i'll just hold the towel out." he said from behind the door.

you opened the door, snatched the towel, and closed it.

"thank you," you voiced.

"no problem, hermosa,"

you've never bothered learning spanish, so you noted in your head to search up the meaning of that later.

the clothes he gave you enveloped your body, the t-shirt going all the way down to your knees and the sweatpants falling off almost every time you took a step.

awkwardly holding the waistband of the sweats, you walked out the bathroom to see mateo lying on his bed scrolling away at his phone.

"are those too big?" he turned his attention to you.

"just a little," you sarcastically said. "but it's fine since i'm going right to sleep."

"not gonna eat anything?" he asked.

"i'm fine. i ate a while ago and i'm not hungry."

"here, you can sleep on my bed. i'll sleep on the couch."

"it's your house. you can sleep on the bed. i've already inconvenienced you enough by coming here."

"you haven't inconvenienced me at all." he shook his head. "fine. we can both sleep on the bed, if that's fine with you.

"as long as you're not sleeping somewhere uncomfortable, that's fine with me."

"i'll go take a shower. you can get going to sleep first."

you agreed as he scoured his drawers for clothes and then went into the bathroom, leaving you in his dark room, the only source of light a lamp on the nightstand.

you made yourself comfortable under the blankets, closing your eyes while snuggling into the pillow, getting a whiff of mateo's cologne.

you stopped yourself from taking deep breaths, not wanting to be a creep by enjoying the smell.

"i barely know him," you murmured to yourself. sure, you had been talking for more than two hours and you're staying at his house, but that gives you no reason to be acting like you've known him for months and have had a crush on him for that long.

a few minutes passed and you perked up at the sound of the door of the bathroom opening and closing, and then a weight on the mattress.

"did i wake you up? sorry," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck when you turned over to watch him get into the bed.

"no, you're fine. i was still awake." you lied. you were close to going to sleep, but some part of you doesn't want this night to end.

"remember how i said your face is perfect on accident?"

"mhm," he laid on his side so that the two of you would be facing each other.

"i wasn't lying. i think you have a good looking face." that was your terrible attempt at flirting. it might've been bad, but you could see the look of surprise on mateo's face and his cheeks turn a rosy pink.

"means a lot coming from a pretty lady like you," he responded. "if you work at that cafe i might have to come over a lot more."

now your face was turning red.

"i'd always love seeing you come in." you let out a small yawn.

"go to sleep. i'll be here in the morning."

you knew he'd be here in the morning, but you didn't want the night itself to end. you still had so many questions to ask him.

you wanted to know him.

but against your will, your eyes shut and didn't open even when he brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

the smell of pancakes woke you up.

you realized that you were in the spot mateo was sleeping, and your arms were taking up the whole bed. stretching, you slid out the bed and padded down the stairs and into he kitchen, seeing mateo humming to himself while cooking.

"you can cook?" you asked, and mateo jumped a little, before realizing it was you.

"good morning to you too. and yeah, i can. does it seem like i can't?" he teased.

you acted like you were thinking about his question.

"hmmm, maybe." you put your hands up, shrugging with the corners of your lips upturning.

"i'm a really good chef, believe it or not. wingman loves my food."

"if wingman loves it, then it must be good." you said as he handed you a plate of eggs and pancakes and you took a seat.

you took a bite and nearly moaned. "this is so good."

"i told you," he winked as he turned off the stove and sat down in front of you.

the two of you ate in peaceful silence, music from the radio the only thing breaking the silence.

"can you dance?" he suddenly questioned.

"not really. never had to."

"i should teach you how to dance bachata. it's easy."

you knew that you were terrible at dancing, and whatever he said was easy was probably not.

"i don't know..."

"i'll teach you. then how about we watch a movie? i don't think you'll be able to get home soon still. the snowstorm is still going on." you totally forgot about the snowstorm. if it was still going on, there was definitely no way you were making it back to your house.

"fine. but i warned you."

he led you to the living room and began teaching you moves, usually having his hands on your hips to tell you to emphasize a move or to lead you through it.

you knew that he saw your blush, and you swore that he was smugly grinning because of that.

"i told you i sucked at this," you groaned after trying to learn a move for ten minutes.

"you're decent at it," he assured you. "you just need a bit more practice."

you focused on him, and that's when you realized the small space in between you two. that made you turn even more red.

"something wrong?" he noticed.

"it's just a little hot in here." he probably knew you weren't talking about the heater.

"let's take a little break then."

you laid down on the couch. "isn't it crazy how we went from you just wanting some drinks to me at your house learning how to dance bachata?"

"we could be here doing something else but..."

"something else?" you shot up. you knew exactly what he was talking about.

"nah forget it. i have some other things i need to do before we get to that point."

"other things?" now you were really curious.

"you'll find out after the snow melts."

"can i have a hint now?" you were eager to know what it was.

"a date."

it's been four months since you had first met.

the first date the two of you had was amazing. he took you out to a carnival, where he got you a big teddy bear and you got to ride a ferris wheel for the first time in your life.

you also got to meet his other little friends, dizzy and moshpit.

the two of you had been on multiple dates, once every two weeks during the first month turned to once a week the second, until eventually you guys were hanging out every day.

you decided that today was when you were going to confess your feelings.

mateo had convinced you to learn how to skate two weeks prior, and today you wanted him to help you perfect the kickflip. it took you all this time to learn how to ollie, and you think you're ready for the next level.

the skatepark was empty, and the sun was setting, leaving a golden hue on everything. especially on him.

it made his tan skin look radiant and his hair stand out even more than it usually does. you knew that if you looked into his eyes that the speckles of gold would be sparkling in pools of chocolate.

the two of you made it to a relatively unobstructed and flat part of the park, and he began by seeing what your kickflip was at right now.

"all you need is some more height and a bit more power, and i think you'll be able to do it." he encouraged you.

you followed his directions, getting close to landing it every time you tried.

you fell once, but he quickly picked you back up while the two of you laughed about it.

the sunset turned from a painting of colors into a black to navy gradient, the stars shining brightly if you squinted enough.

after almost two hours, you were ready to quit trying, but mateo wanted you to do one more.

"this is the one, i can feel it."

"whatever you say, hermoso."

you attempted one last time, trying your hardest. and before your eyes, the board successfully flipped from under you and you landed cleanly on the board.

you quickly jumped off, running towards him. he met you in the middle, and you exclaimed, "i did it!"

"you did it ángel," he smiled.

you looked up at him, and he noticed you lifting your arms up to his neck.

"creo que te amo (i think i love you)" you whispered.

he chuckled. "those spanish lessons have been paying off, huh? me estás volviendo loco (you're driving me crazy)"

he closed the gap in between you finally granting your wish of being able to feel his lips.

you pulled him as close as you could as he rested his hands on your hips. neither of you could get enough.

he pulled away. "you have no idea how long i've been wanting to that."

"i've wanted to do it since i first saw you in the cafe." you said breathily.

"why did we wait this long?" he shook his head as he went back in for a second kiss

i hate this sm i'll make up for it w smut in part two i swear

(i hate writing kissing scenes)

#x reader #gekko x reader #valorant x reader #valorant #gekko valorant #valorant gekko #gekko #valorant imagines #mateo x reader #I LOVE HIM SM I DID HIM SO DIRTY IN THIS FUCKING FIC UGH

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THEM AS FANFIC TROPES

including: albedo, ayato, Scaramouche, Beidou, Ningguang, kaeya, Diluc, Heizou, Dainsleif, eula, Ganyu, xiao, zhongli, Kazuha, yelan, thoma, Lisa, rosaria and childe

ALBEDO

-I imagine a slow burn fanfiction, like the type of one where they almost kiss on the 50th chapter and then they’re interrupted

-omg and there’s definitely some kind of element where they’re both in denial for ages because they don’t know how to accept their feelings

-they find out about their feelings because jealousy

AYATO

-I’m thinking a ‘spoiled rich kid meets the one thing he can’t just buy’ kinda dynamic

-like he really wants to have this person and has to work for them rather than buy their love

-but it serves as character development as well cuz he’s now just a really sweet person who now sees the world like everyone else rather than some kind of monopoly game

SCARAMOUCHE

-cliche enemies to lovers .

-it’s not even a slow burn. They just realise they kinda do like each other actually. And they understand each other more than anyone else understands them

-even better if it’s dickhead meets even bigger dickhead.

-like they’re just so good at pissing each other off that when they are left alone in a broken elevator they just kinda bond

BEIDOU

-I’m seeing a friends to lovers but one is a big extrovert and doesn’t have any shame whereas the other is an introverted nerd who dies if someone talks to them

-and then they get together and all of a sudden everyone notices the existence of this person

-Beidou invites the person to travel with her and they’re just chilling on the Crux, watching the sea while everyone else is chatting all the time

NINGGUANG

- I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE

-Ningguang has a secretary or meets a business person who’s married

-let’s just say they fall in love but the person is married and in a controlling relationship so they run away for Ningguang

-just a shame the person has to be in the spotlight with Ningguang

KAEYA

-I’m genuinely just thinking about one of those high school AUs with the parties in the rich kids house

-truth or dare.

-except the person has to kiss their best friend’s brother, Kaeya, who’s a bit of an asshole.

-kaeya is a year older and is the guy in his year who could get with any chick he wanted but he doesn’t

-turns out he’s shy but still can’t help being kinda rude to everyone.

DILUC

-I’m thinking hero meets villain

-the villain is kinda hot and is the only person Diluc hasn’t been able to just destroy and now they’re on his mind

-then they just keep coming back like one morning they’re sitting at the counter after making breakfast for diluc

-turns out they can’t stop thinking about him too even as everyone’s trying to kill them

HEIZOU

-similar dynamic except he’s forced to arrest a person falsely convicted of murder and he releases them but they just keep showing up.

-not necessarily in his house but when he’s buying stuff, they’re always nearby

-they just awkwardly wave and pretend it’s not like he’s stalking them

DAINSLEIF

-Dainsleif falls in love with the sweetest soul on earth like an absolute angel who happens to be a florist

-but he’s immortal and would put them in danger if they were to be together so he’s forced to distance himself and admire them from a distance

-but they have already fallen for him so he’s forced to protect them for the rest of their mortal life

EULA

-I’m imagining Eula loving someone simple

-they don’t have much going on in their life like maybe they’re just an ordinary baker who gets rude customers sometimes and likes to vent about them

-eula would settle down for a simple life with this person and be able to ignore her problems to listen about theirs

-I don’t imagine this being a complex love story. I imagine it to be a straight forward kinda story that’s just cute-

GANYU

-hear me out

-Ganyu falls in love with some kind of model or actor/actress who is super confident and seems above the world

-Ganyu doesn’t have that self confidence and is just kind of shy around this person. They, however, see Ganyu as just stunning

-they help Ganyu to gain self confidence and worship her

-just some kind of cute, fluffy dynamics

XIAO

-similiar kind of vibes as Dainsleif except I see Xiao being more vulnerable to someone who is also immortal and carries the same burdens as him

-this person is also kind. They don’t chase after Xiao like a rabid dog but were persistent enough to actually get Xiao to talk to them.

-he is able to talk to them about his problems and become vulnerable and they are able to slowly take down his walls.

-I’m thinking friends to lovers

ZHONGLI

-I can see Zhongli searching for some a person that is always there and he knows would never leave so I can’t see him liking a mortal

-I can’t see him having any kind of complex story

-I think it would be another friends to lovers except I can see it being someone he’d recently met that’s immortal rather than a long term friend

KAZUHA

-met at a party hosted by Beidou

-both got high together while everyone else mainly stayed away from the drugs

-woke up on top of each other on the floor, half undressed and limbs tangled

-he gets apologetic about it but keeps in touch with the person and they hang out more and more, especially with everyone else

-I can see some kind of friends with benefits thing happening

YELAN

-okay probably not gonna happen but

-ENEMIES TO LOVERS BARK BARK

-the person is a treasure hoarder that’s plotting against yelan and then yelan catches them and they’re like MOMMY?!

-like mf really expected a Karen with wrinkles and npc features but got the hottest gambler in liyue

THOMA

-just imagining someone who desperately needed help in inazuma like they got lost or don’t have enough mora for something

-then thoma just appears out of nowhere and saves them from trouble

-but this stuff keeps happening and Thoma is somehow always there

-and then they have to help thoma when his vision is almost yoinked

LISA

-bookshop. That’s all I have to say.

-Lisa finds a bookshop and picks out a book to read which the bookshop owner happens to love. Then they recommend a book that’s a lot better and happens to be their favourite

-Lisa goes back to talk about the books she’s recommended and they have really long conversations

-then they’re offered a job as library assistant and take it up part time while occasionally checking on the bookshop and doing small jobs there

-and then they slowly fall in love like just imagine one moment where Lisa and this person are on opposite sides of the bookshelf and their hands touch when they both reach for a book

-and then they share the book like that scene in DDLC

ROSARIA

-just imagining an absolute saint like someone who loves peace and order and can never do anything wrong and then just the complete opposite

-this person who’s constantly trying to be nice to Rosaria and then is constantly denied

-until the person snaps and has a breakdown in front of Rosaria, shouting at her

-Rosaria is just slowly hating this person less

-then Rosaria just kinda changes them

-they start hanging out and they start to just become straight unholy

CHILDE

-I’m thinking something like his story quest

-a complete stranger finds teucer wandering around alone and is concerned so they take him to liyue harbour where they find childe

-childe asks if they can take care of teucer and they say of course because they love taking care of children

-when teucer meets childe again he’s talking about how he wants to see them again

-when they next meet the person has been hired as a babysitter for childe. They take their youngest sister as well so teucer and her can play together

-it doesn’t take long for childe to fall in love

#childe x reader #albedo x reader #ayato x reader #Scaramouche x reader #Beidou x reader #Ningguang x reader #kaeya x reader #Diluc x reader #Heizou x reader #Dainsleif x reader #eula x reader #ganyu x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #Kazuha x reader #yelan x reader #Thoma x reader #Lisa x reader #Rosaria x reader #childe #Beidou #ganyu #xiao #zhongli #Diluc #kaeya #genshin headcanons #Genshin x reader #Genshin #Genshin impact

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Life Can Be Terrible, but at Least You're In It [Hotch x Reader]

Prompt: This is a mix of two of @imagining-in-the-margins Meet Cute writing challenge dialogue prompts. I’ve mixed the two prompts: “Do you believe in Fate” and “This was way too cliched” to write this fic. 

Category: Angst/Comfort/Smut

Word Count: 9.2K

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence, U.S. police, hatred/violence against a religious group, light drinking, mention of self-harm (cutting - healed scars and one instance of open scars in the past), brief mention of childhood abuse, sex (oral -- fem and masc receiving, p in v). 

A/N: Oh boy, I have lots to say. To start, this is another @imagining-in-the-margins inspired fic for her Meet Cute writing challenge. Moving on from that: first off, this is an 18+ story, minors DNI. I love engagement, but if you’re a minor this is not for you. Thank you for respecting this boundary. Second, this turned into a bit of trauma dumping for me. I’ve been having some thoughts about my past choices and decided to write them out with Hotch as a character (you know he’s a great listener.) Third, this is my first time posting smut, if it’s not great, please forgive me. I hope to get better at it as I keep writing for Aaron. Last, this turned out wayyyyy longer than I anticipated. As I’ve stated before, I find it hard to characterize Hotch if I’m not writing a ton which is evidenced here. 

Please, please, please read the content warnings. If reading about scars and past self-harm might trigger you, please pass this one by. If you are thinking about engaging in self-harm, please reach out to a loved one or someone you trust. You deserve support. If all else fails, here is a support number you can call to get some help: Self Harm Crisis Line. 

On a more positive note, If you enjoy this fic, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. I hope you all have a great night. 

List with all stories 

y/n = your name 

_y/b/f_ = your best friend 

_y/f/a_ = your favorite author 

_y/f/f_ = your favorite flower 

_f/c_ = your favorite color

Aaron was nervous about tonight. It was the first time that y/n was coming over to his place before a date. Normally he would offer to meet her at her apartment and they they would go out from there, or just hang out around the warm space doing something relaxing like cooking dinner or watching one of their favorite movies or TV shows. But last Thursday she had shown an interest in seeing his place and honestly, he didn’t have a valid excuse for why she shouldn’t come over. He kept his space neat and clean, he just thought that it didn’t have that much personality, but it would have to do and he knew she wouldn’t judge him if his taste was metrosexual. y/n had given her care and affection to him, not his apartment. 

He hadn’t meant to have feelings for his newest agent. In fact, he made it a point to not fall in love with any of his agents or the women at the bureau as the idea of mixing work and pleasure felt all too unsure. If something went bad, or the relationship faltered, the fallout to the team would be immense, and he didn’t want to risk his own career for the sake of his team. However, when y/n had hastily been added on after a case that required a domestic terrorist and cult specialist, y/n had joined the team for what Aaron had assumed would be just the one case. He was hesitant to add someone new, but Strauss had him cornered on the issue and he agreed because he didn’t have a choice. He was weary of y/n -- not willing to trust someone he hadn’t vetted or already knew. However, y/n had sat back and didn’t assume a commanding role at all during the case. She paid attention to the facts and then looked at them from her lens of expertise. When she needed help she had asked JJ or Emily, and one time when it had only been him and y/n at the precinct, he had asked, “How are you feeling?” y/n had looked up and faced the intensity of his gaze and said, “I��m a bit lost, to be honest. I didn’t know it was going to be like this, but I think I’ve found some things that match the preliminary profile that would confirm the unsub was the leader of a religious cult with white Nationalist ideologies.” Hotch nodded. He might have been weary of y/n but at least she was honest and hadn’t done anything foolish or detrimental to the team yet. He pulled his eyes away from her gaze and moved closer to her saying, “Show me what you have?” He could see her physically relax as if she was expecting a reprimand instead of him wanting to listen to her, and he wondered if this was the natural response he got from most people who didn’t know him. At this, his internal monologue answered, “How can people get to know you, Aaron? You don’t open up.” Hotch pushed the thought aside and nodded that he was ready to hear what she had. 

y/n observations had been instrumental in finding the unsubs and his compound's location. y/n just didn’t know how to slip her information in with the current profile. When the case was finished, Aaron sincerely extended a hand and said, “Thank you for your help, y/n, your insight was needed in solving this case. I may call on you again if another case like this comes to our team.” y/n had taken his hand and given in a firm shake, slightly awed by what she assumed was praise coming from someone as important and well-known as Agent Hotchner. She had replied, “It would be my honor, Sir.” With that he let the woman leave the tarmac. Once y/n was inside the bullpen, she checked to make sure Agent Hotchner wasn’t nearby, and she approached Emily, who was packing to go home. Emily looked at her and smiled, asking, “What’s up y/n?” y/n faltered for a second before saying, “Is Agent Hotchner always that, intense?” Emily smiled softly and replied, “Yeah, pretty much.” The brunette added, possibly because she was working through her own feelings for the team's enigmatic leader, “But he’s a good man and a good leader. In the end, he puts this team above everything else.” y/n blushed, realizing this was more than just a simple observation about Agent Hotchner. At this point, Aaron returned to the bullpen after calling Hailey to let her know that he was back and would be home that evening. He nodded at Emily and when she nodded back, y/n couldn't help but turn and see who Emily was looking at. Once she realized it was Agent Hotchner she snapped back to looking the other way; something Aaron hadn’t missed. 

Aaron had called y/n for two more cases over the next three and a half months. y/n was a quick learner and during the next case, she was more prepared and tried to participate with the team more, willing to offer a comment that she thought would be useful. She still stood in the background most of the time, but it was clear she had improved from the first time she was on the team. When y/n and Derek were standing by the coffee pot at the local precinct, Morgan said, “y/n, I notice you’re a lot more on top of things this time. You’re doing a good job, that’s not always easy on a team like this.” y/n smiled and replied, “Well I did sort of research the team after the first case. You know not like stalking you or anything, I just read over a few of the previous major cases and stuff.” Derek nodded his approval and said, “Well it looks like the work is paying off.” While y/n thanked Derek, Aaron was standing a few feet away in the hallway and had heard the entire conversation. It wasn’t uncommon for people who spent a brief time on the team to do this. He got emails all the time from those who had had their brief stint on a case asking for a transfer. He also got emails from agents that had never set foot in the bullpen and to those he sent an automatically generated reply and then he would delete the email. Those who had worked for the team before might come back for a case, but rarely did he find them improved. Aaron realized that this felt callous maybe, but it was his job to have a cohesive team. A team that worked together in the worst possible circumstances and he wasn’t going to throw that away just because someone wanted to work with him or the team. However, Derek was right and he took a moment to look over at y/n wondering if just once, he was going to be proven wrong. 

The third case Aaron called y/n into was a bad one. A group of domestic terrorists were kidnapping, torturing, and killing men from Middle Eastern countries, particularly those that were influential in the Islamic religion. The police were stumped, but y/n immediately said, “This is probably extremism based off of post-9/11 sentiments. The two-year anniversary is coming up and this could easily be someone affected on the ground or someone that got sent back from Iraq during Desert Storm.” The New York Police had a lot of opposition to the idea, but Aaron was aware that they would be very biased in their opinions on the matter as it was so close to home. He assuaged their fears, but later he pulled y/n and Spencer aside and told both of them to keep running with y/n’s initial theory. As it turned out the call was coming from inside the house, or rather the police station as the unsub was one of the officers on staff at the station. He had spiraled quickly as the team got closer and closer to finding him. As a last desperate act, the officer, Monroe, had found another victim and pulled them to the station, threatening to bomb a religious building in the city and shoot the innocent victim if the BAU didn’t find someone else to blame for his crimes in an hour. y/n had been in the lady's room as this unfolded in the main lobby, but she heard the gunfire and quickly and quietly moved closer. She overheard the last of the unsubs plan. As Spencer tried to talk the man down, y/n had slipped her sidearm out of its holster and removed the safety. She looked into the mirror that showed the main room to pinpoint the location of Officer Monroe. For a moment before she made the final move into the open space, she looked to the side and caught Hotch’s eye. He gave her a minuscule nod, telling her to go ahead. Aaron jumped and pulled Spencer to the ground and the millisecond they were both in the clear before the unsub could figure out what was happening, y/n shot the man’s right hand which was holding his sanctioned firearm, and then y/n shot his shoulder, fully incapacitating officer Monroe. When this was done, Derek rushed forward and pulled the unsub away from the victim. Emily and JJ moved toward the victim and after she had re-engaged the safety and put her gun away, y/n helped Hotch and Spencer to their feet. 

Aaron looked over y/n for signs of shock or distress given that she had just been in a highly dangerous position and that she had just shot a man twice. He didn’t see any of those signs in her as she let go of Spencer's hand and moved toward JJ and Emily to provide some help with the victim who was now in hysterics. Instead, Aaron saw a steely calm resolve in y/n’s demeanor, indicating that this was hardly the first time she had been put under this kind of pressure. As Hotch moved toward the cuffed unsub he noticed the clean shot to the hand and shoulder, not meant to kill but incapacitate the unsub. Officer Monroe was screaming a stream of obscenities and racial epitaphs at anyone in earshot but mostly directed at the victim and y/n. Aaron and Derek roughly grabbed the man’s arms and moved him to another room. As they walked, Aaron turned to the man and said, “Shut up, or I’ll wait to call the paramedics until it’s too late to save your hand. 

A few hours later after the unsub had been transferred to the hospital in custody he overheard some of the officers speaking negatively of the team, and particularly of y/n who had been the one to originally spot the ‘bad apple’ among their ranks. Aaron was overly familiar with the police and justice system and he knew that the police unions and members were a big boys club where they would do almost anything to protect their paychecks, reputation, and each other. Bitterly he thought, 'Well if you’re so concerned, maybe stop perpetrating injustice.’ As Aaron entered the room with the officers he realized that y/n was in the same room speaking with JJ. The officers had been speaking just loudly enough for y/n to overhear their comments. Something in Aaron twitched uncomfortably. Maybe it was the fact that y/n wasn’t even a real member of the team and was being villainized, or the fact that there was nothing he could do to stop the officers from their conversation. When he passed by the men he frowned at them, and for a moment they grew silent as he passed. As he approached the two women, they made space for him to stand, and he turned his gaze to y/n saying, “Good shooting today. Especially given the fact that you only had that mirror to guess your angles and distance. A lot of innocent people would be dead if it hadn’t been for you.” As much as Agent Hotchner’s complement burned her insides in a pleasant way, she replied in a controlled manner, saying, “I was just doing my job, Sir.” Aaron nodded slightly and he intentionally caught her gaze and when he was sure he had it, he looked over to the men who had been making vitriolic statements toward her. y/n followed his eyes and when he was looking at her again she just gave a small shrug of the shoulders, as if saying, ‘Yeah, I heard, but what can you do?” This response tugged a small smile from him, and he cleared his throat and turned to JJ to ask her a question about the media response. Although y/n and even Aaron might not realize it, y/n had passed most of his internal tests for the Agents he allowed on his team. 

When y/n received an email from Hotch asking her to meet him at his office two days from now, she worried that something had happened. That she had made some kind of error. y/n arrived at the Bureau at the designated time and knocked on the door that was slightly ajar. Hotch called her in and said, “Take a seat, Agent y/n.” y/n did as asked and felt an uncomfortable churning in her stomach. After a moment of silence, y/n couldn’t take the anticipation anymore, making the first rash move she had while being around the BAU team and Agent Hotchner in general. She asked, “Have I done something wrong Agent Hotchner?” Again there was a lingering silence that felt like it lasted ages before Aaron replied, “If I sent you a transfer request to the BAU to join my team, would you accept?” The words took a moment to register, and y/n’s eyes went wide. It took all her strength from not letting her jaw drop at the very suggestion. Needing another moment to let the words process, she gave the throw-away comment, “Sir?” Aaron knew she had heard him and if there was one thing about him, it was that he didn’t repeat himself if he knew the other party had heard him. Even for someone as new as y/n. There was yet another silence and finally, y/n had the brain function to say, “Well if that transfer request were to happen, then I would have to have the sad and uncomfortable conversation with my own unit chief and let them know that I would be accepting a new position in the Bureau.” Hotch caught onto y/n’s hypothetical language but could see in her eyes that she would accept his offer. He cleared his throat and pulled an unnecessary piece of paper in front of him for some reason, moving his eyes to the random form in front of him. He looked back up and there was that kind of shocked look that people got around him sometimes. It was odd for him to see this one y/n’s face, but he couldn’t blame her. Offers like his came once in a lifetime. Less than that really. He gave her one last look before stating, “You’ll receive an email from me on Monday.” 

The transition from the terrorism unit to the BAU was good for the team as a whole. Having a new set of eyes on the cases and a new dynamic shook up the team in a way that reinvigorated their brains. y/n wasn’t perfect. She made mistakes and she owned up to them. Hotch reprimanded her like he would any old or new member of the team. With time she became an integral part of the unit. And in that time Hotch couldn’t help but be drawn to her. It wasn’t like a magnet or love at first sight; he was far too cynical to believe in things like that, but Hotch had paid attention to her in a way that he hadn’t with the other team members. Maybe it was because he hadn’t needed to train and mentor a new member of the team since Emily had joined and he had told himself, ‘There isn’t a valid reason for you to not pay closer attention to y/n.’ As it would turn out, this would be a recurrent theme with him and his thoughts toward y/n. 

The first time Aaron knew he was in trouble in regard to y/n was after she had been with the team for a few months. She had started to do this ritual where after each case when each member of the team had gotten home, she would text them all individually simply asking, “Are you doing okay?” Or some variation of that simple, yet loaded question. The first time Aaron had received that message he was confused for a second, but simply responded, “I’m fine.” To which y/n had simply replied, “Good.” The second time it had happened Aaron realized that she was being very intentional with this message, both in its simplicity and when she was sending it. Often after a case, even up until the team had arrived back at the emotions and adrenaline ran high, either because of the excitement or sheer rush of feelings that could overwhelm someone when dealing with such difficult circumstances. But getting a message like that after a few hours, after getting to a safe space and the real underlying emotions had a chance to set in allowed the team members to give an honest response - not one based off of heightened states. Similarly, the simply worded message allowed for a range of responses from a two-word sentence to full-fledged conversations if wanted or needed. After two more cases, Aaron indulged in the possibility of opening up. 

Hailey had recently left him and y/n was the only one who seemed, even if not directly relating to his recent separation, to provide a space for him to open up. He replied, “I’m home safe. I have some conflicting feelings about the outcome of this case. I don’t feel the closure that I sometimes do when we finish with a case.” Aaron sent the message and wondered if this sounded desperate? If his own personal experience was on clear display, and if it was, how _y/n_ was going to respond. He didn’t have to wait long as his phone pinged and he read y/n’s reply “It’s good to know your home. Would you like to talk about the case? It was a rough one, even by the team's standards.” Aaron slumped down onto his couch letting out a long breath. If y/n had read deeper into his personal life, she hadn’t highlighted it and was still providing space for him to continue talking either about what this was really about, or the case itself. Aaron realized that he needed to take a deeper look at himself if a case and Hailey leaving was having such a profound impact on him. He realized that y/n’s checking in was very likely a way that she coped with the horrors she saw on the job, and he didn’t want to burden her with his personal problems along with the darkness that their work included. He typed out, “No. Not really,” and sent that message out to the ether. Aaron closed his eyes as he waited for a response. It came in a few minutes, and he looked at his phone. The message from y/n read, “Okay. Take care of yourself, please.” Hotch’s heart gave a tiny tug that she would say something so candid and caring toward him. He typed out, “Thank you, y/n,” and his thumb ghosted over the send button before he changed his mind and deleted the message and typed out instead, “See you on Monday, y/n.” Aaron realized that if he sent the other message the hint of feelings that he was just becoming aware of might bubble up bigger than the tiny drip they were at now might emerge. Hotch stood and undid his tie and the buttons on his shirt. A last ping of his phone made him look at it one last time with tired, blurry eyes. The response read, “See you Monday, Hotch.” Aaron clicked his phone off as he pulled off his shirt to go and take a hot shower. Again there was that nagging tug at his heart because in her letting him go for the night, she was also trying to give him what he wanted, space. 

But texting wasn’t the reason that he was now straightening the pillows on his couch and, God knows why, moving into his bedroom and smoothing the sheet and comforter on his bed. He didn’t expect them to end up there at the end of the night, in fact, he expected that y/n would go back to her place and he would stay here, missing her. Anyway, he did it just in case. As he reflected back to the moment that had really made him start having serious feelings for y/n was when she called him and used his first name for the first time. It had been a bad case. A case involving kids being killed and manipulated by the unsub. After not taking the deal with Foyett, Aaron’s brain constantly swirled with thoughts of his son, and any case involving kids made him tense up and made him question his choices. Anytime he had interacted with the children who had been affected and traumatized by the unsub he saw Jack’s face there. He was overwhelmed with emotions, anger, fear, and sadness. It was all too much for him. When the team arrived home after the case and he had made his way to his apartment he fell into bed exhausted. He had forgotten that y/n would text and he was even more surprised when he was woken by his phone ringing. He clicked answer and pulled it to his ear. With a gentle voice, y/n had said, “Hotch, Aaron. Are you going to be okay?” Hotch’s sleep-addled brain took a moment to register his first name on y/n’s lips, but the feeling it provoked was still surprising. Not that he was unaware of his growing feelings for her, just that he had been suppressing them; holding them tight to his chest in his innermost being. He realized after a moment that he hadn’t responded to y/n’s question and finally, he said groggily, “Sorry, I was just taking a nap.” There was a pause and then y/n replied, “No, I’m sorry. I can let you go.” Without even thinking Hotch with a note of desperation said, “No, please. I, I’d like to talk. 

Hotch couldn’t see it, but on the other end of the line, y/n moved to her couch and sat down, doing her best to be present with Aaron through the phone. She could tell that this was different. He was being real with her. This wasn’t, Agent Hotchner, leader of the most important team in the FBI, this was just Aaron. She took a moment to think of what to say. She knew what this was all about and decided to share honest thoughts and said, “Hotch, you’re a good father.” 

Hotch blinked surprisingly at y/n’s choice of words, and the honesty in them. Incredulously he replied, “On who’s authority?” There was a sigh on the other end of the line and he wanted to hear what _y/n_ was going to say. Her response was, “I mean, I’m not a parent. Maybe it’s not my place to comment on parenting, but I see how you interact with Jack. When you’re with him you give him everything that’s in you. You don’t even notice that you’re doing it Hotch. And yeah, nobody’s perfect, not even you, but when you’re with him -- it’s all I can see. You’re doing the best with what you have, financially and emotionally and that’s all anyone can ask for. People like to say that you can give a hundred and ten, a hundred and twenty percent to people and relationships, but I just don’t think that’s possible with people. And in our line of work, it’s hard to give seventy percent to anything other than the job. But, Jack, Jack always gets a hundred percent from you.” y/n realized that she was being highly personal with her words, to her boss. She stopped what might have been a rambling mess of words and bit the inside of her lip. Maybe she would get a real reprimand from Hotch for this. He had corrected her before in his stern authoritative manner, but he had never really been mad at her. She also tried hard not to think about the fact that she wanted to give him a hundred percent too. She knew she couldn’t have that. She could never have that. 

In the lingering silence between y/n’s comments, Aaron closed his eyes and tried to see it from her point of view. Was she really looking at him that closely so that she could catch all of these things? He knew she was speaking honestly, she really spoke from a place of untruth, and she did that only when she had to on cases. He wondered if people ever threw her honesty in her face. As someone so closed off, it was hard for him to believe her in a way. With a hint of hesitation, he asked, “Do you really think so?” A second later, y/n said, “Of course. Of course I do, Aaron.” He relaxed further in the bed as she used his first name again. It sounded so lovely coming from her. They spent another half hour talking, more about the case than his parenting, and when Aaron hung up, he felt decidedly lighter than he had when he had originally come here. 

The next Monday, when Aaron found a quiet moment in the office where the rest of the team wasn’t paying attention, he moved to y/n’s desk and she looked up at him with a smile. Aaron clenched his hand before releasing the final tension he felt in what he was about to do. He raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder. That familiar warmth they both felt when they came into close contact seeped through both of them. All Aaron said was, “Thank you, y/n.” With that, he removed his hands and walked up to his office. He knew that his actions weren't profoundly romantic or anything. He hadn’t swooped down and kissed y/n and pulled her body close to his, but in his actions, he had opened the floodgates for what might come. 

It happened slowly, like most things in his life. Both because y/n and Aaron needed to be cautious for work's sake, but also because neither of them could really believe it was actually happening after so long. The first almost date had been when she got two tickets to see her favorite author do a reading with her best friend. Unfortunately _y/b/f_ had to cancel two days before. y/n was really bummed about it and Aaron could tell. He had approached her and said, “Would you like me to come with you? I don’t really know anything about _y/f/a_, but I can tell that it’s important to you.” Her eyes glistened at the idea and she said, “You’d do that?” Aaron let out a laugh and said, “Of course if you want me to.” y/n had beamed at him and for a moment he felt stunned at how beautiful she looked when she was this happy. He wished he could see her like this more. The reading was great, y/n had cried and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, letting her feel her emotions. They had gotten coffee after and as he walked y/n back to her apartment, she stopped at her door and turned. y/n went out on a limb and stepped closer to him. She was close enough to feel the heat emanate from his body. With a last moment of deliberation, she closed the gap and wrapped her arms around him, tucking her head into his chest. Aaron tensed for a moment before he let his body naturally respond. He gently wrapped his arms around his form and held her close to him. 

Oh God, it felt so good to have her that near to him, to be able to actually hold her. Surprisingly it had been Derek who had encouraged him to make the leap of making y/n a more permanent fixture in his life. The team had all been at Rossi’s for dinner and y/n and Emily were at the wine bar pouring themselves another glass of red. Aaron was unknowingly looking at y/n longingly and Derek sat down next to him with a shot in his hand. The younger man said, “Are you ever going to tell her how you feel?” Aaron was pulled from his thoughts and looked over to Derek saying, “Sorry, what was that?” Derek chuckled and said, “Hotch, you deserve to be happy after everything you’ve been through.” At this Aaron made a face, but Morgan kept talking saying, “If you’re afraid that she’s not going to reciprocate your feelings, I see the way she looks at you. She likes you too.” Aaron let out a sigh and Derek put a hand on his shoulder saying, “Just think about it. A lot of people would be happy to have y/n, but she’d be happy to have you.” That evening as y/n dropped him off they had kissed for the first time outside in the parking lot. 

The light knock on his door pulled him from his memories, and he stood and neatened his trousers and shirt as he opened the door for y/n. He opened the door and let y/n in. She smiled at him handed him a wrapped bouquet of hyacinth and baby breath and said, “For you, Aaron.” He smiled and leaned down giving her a kiss. He had brought her _y/f/f_ when she had first invited him to her apartment and she was returning the gesture. As he found a vase to put the flowers in, he offered her a chilled glass of water, and y/n moved around the space observing his neutral-toned apartment. After he set the flowers on the table, he came up beside her and slipped his hand around her waist. He was looking at his wall full of pictures. They were mostly of Jack, but there were a few of him and Hailey and a few he had taken on an old camera that was still around the apartment somewhere. She turned to look at him and said, “Jack’s grown up so much since some of these were taken.” Aaron hummed in her ear and said, “It’s crazy to think about. He’s going to school and making friends. When I talk to him on the phone I can hear him becoming his own person.” y/n turned back to the photos and found one where Hailey was particularly radiant, and she commented, “She looks so…” There was a pause as beautiful seemed to fall flat as a superlative. y/n finished the sentence with, “luminant here.” Hotch’s eyes moved from her to the picture and back to her. He deeply appreciated that y/n included Jack and even Hailey in her consideration of him and his life and happiness. Her comment made him look over y/n in her _f/c_ turtle neck and back corduroy skirt and said, “You look lovely tonight, y/n.” The flush on her face always made him feel a certain way, and as she turned to look over the space again she said, “I like it, Aaron. It’s calming and I think almost anyone could feel safe here.” Hotch hadn’t particularly decorated the space with that in mind, but again he didn’t have the eye for fashion or design that y/n had. He simply said, “I’m glad you like it, and that you feel safe here.” He took a breath and then asked, “You ready to head out, or do you want to sit for a bit?” y/n took his hand and replied, “Let’s head out, our reservations are in a half hour, and just because it’s Friday night and there might be traffic.” Hotch nodded and he moved to the counter and grabbed his coat and car keys. They headed out to the wine tasting at a jazz club that they both liked. 

The date went well and as they arrived back at Aaron’s place he got out of the car and opened the door for y/n. They were both slightly buzzed, but not inebriated or without their wits. As y/n got out of the car he asked, “Would you like to come back inside for a bit or do you want to get back to your place?” y/n smiled and said, “I’d like to be with you for a while longer?” They left the crisp autumn air behind as they reentered Aaron’s apartment. He grabbed them both a glass of water and they sat on his couch y/n turned her head to him and he leaned down kissing him. His lips were so soft and warm on her mouth. The taste of him was a craving, a desire she couldn’t easily let go unless they were like this. Aaron could feel her love and longing in the way she moved her mouth over his. He wanted more, needed more of that feeling that he had been missing for the last few months. He slipped his tongue out of his mouth and over her bottom lip. y/n sighed, surprised by this new action from him, but opened up to his request. Aaron moved into the space, moving his tongue over hers and the contours of her mouth. As he explored this new space, y/n let out a small moan into his mouth. She moved her right hand to his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze letting him know that she was enjoying this moment. Her hand on his leg, so close to his groin made his cock twitch and he felt embarrassed for a second because something as small as her hand on him had elicited a response. y/n felt Aaron’s body tense under her hand and could imagine what had happened with this body. When they broke apart for air, y/n shifted from his side and moved so her legs were straddling his on the couch. She didn’t put any weight on him, wanting to make sure he was comfortable with this. Hotch’s eyes widened at the change of position and he sucked in a deep breath, his body already flushing. y/n placed her hands on the couch just above his shoulders. Her eyes glistened in the soft light of his lamps and she asked, “Is it too fast for you Aaron?” Hotch made a small sound, it was so quiet that it was almost unnoticeable in the space. He nodded his head no and replied, voice low, “No. It’s not. As long as you're comfortable with what we’re doing. We can take it at your pace. I want you, y/n.” At hearing his words and seeing the hunger in his eyes, she lowered her body until it was pressing close to him. 

Her skirt was short and fitted and as her knees spread to sit on him it shifted up to her waist. Aaron was a bit too preoccupied to notice this yet as kissing him again; first on the mouth and then his earlobe sucking and lightly nipping the soft flesh. He let out a groan that was louder than he was expecting. His body was really reacting to her touch. What had been a twitch in his pants was now throbbing against the waistband of his pants. y/n felt his erection growing under her. While she moved to his jawline and began half-open-mouth kisses and licking the area, she shifted her weight again and moved her hand to the buckle of his dark brown belt. She fumbled with the metal as she continued her work on his face. She similarly undid the button and pulled down the zipper of his pants. Once his member was freer, y/n pressed against him providing him with some much-needed friction. Again made that low noise that made her core tingle and burn at the same time. At this, Aaron couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be touching her. Aaron shifted strongly but carefully picked y/n under the thighs and he moved so that they switched spots. Now that he was the one above her, he moved to pull at the edge of her shirt. y/n raised her arms for him and the fabric came easily over her head. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily. His hands found traction on her waist and the warm feeling of them resting there made y/n make a small sound into his mouth. Aaron moved his mouth away from hers and placed a hand over her _f/c_ lacy bra. Her breasts and nipples were visible to him through the semi-sheer fabric and lace and he marveled down at her form laid bare to him. He gently massaged the right breast in his hand and he felt her nipple harden under his touch. For the first time that night y/n whispered his name in a way that made Aaron feel more alive than he had in a long time. With his other hand, he took y/n’s left hand and slowly started kissing up the side of her arm. He looked over the litany of healed scars crisscrossing the warm skin under his mouth. 

He had noticed them the first day he had met her. Although they weren’t pronounced as they were old and healed, he still saw them. How couldn’t he see them running up her arm and under her three-quarter sleeves? He was a profiler after all. He never said anything about them. He’d never heard the team talk about them either. It would be rude to of course, and really it had been none of his business at the time. But not that he could see them so clearly running up her arm he had to wonder. He sucked on the hollow spot of her elbow joint, and y/n bucked slightly, moving her hand down to this clothed groin. He let out a gasp as her hand began moving over his hard penis. Her hand traced the line of his arousal and he had to hold back from bucking under her touch. He kept moving as her hand worked over him. As he moved up her arm to her shoulder and collarbone, he moved his other hand to her left breast, massaging the tissue with his deft hand. With his other hand, he pushed down the strap of her bra and again started kissing her chest. Once more he kissed over her chest and noticed that the scars weren’t only endemic to her left arm. They were scattered haphazardly over her shoulder and collarbone. These marks had healed darker than the ones on her arm. He realized that if he paid close attention to his mouth, which he was, he could feel the difference between the smooth skin and that which had been opened many years ago. They were both making soft, needy noises and their movements grew more urgent. Aaron was now moving himself along her hand and y/n tipped her head back and said, “Aaron, please. I need more. I need you.” Hotch nodded and again, he stopped his frantic body and hooked his arms under her legs, now picking her up and moving into the bedroom. She clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck. He set her gently on the bed and almost immediately pulled at her skirt. She rested the heels of her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips, so he could get rid of the fabric now bunched around her waist. Once the skirt was discarded, Aaron pushed her back onto the mattress. He also pulled off his shirt and discarded his pants in two fluid motions. y/n looked at the bulge in his briefs and smiled to herself. She knew he must be impressive, but being so close to seeing it in full confirmed her assumptions. Hotch leaned down and began sucking at the soft, flushed skin of her thigh. 

The fact that Hotch’s mouth was breathing hot and loud against her leg and that he was moving steadily toward her center, made her arch her back in pleasure and the feelings of warmth continued to move through her. As Aaron’s mouth got closer to her black underwear, he was faced with the presence of scars once more. There were less of them here on her thigh, close to her center, but these seemed deeper, more deliberate. He wanted to kiss these, to continue the path of pleasure he was on, but it felt wrong. For him to be doing this without acknowledging something, to check in with her before he continued. y/n could feel his hesitation. She saw how he had paused each time he noticed a new area affected by her prior self. Her voice cut through his fog as she said, “I’m not embarrassed by them anymore you know. I used to be, but not now.” Hotch lifted his body and chest upright looking deeply into her eyes. He knew this was important to her, but also to him. For him to understand if she wanted to talk about it. He shifted and placed a hand on her thigh, just below her panty line, indicating that he wasn’t finished yet, just taking a break. All he could think of saying was, “I’m sorry.” y/n scoffed at this, not at him but, more at the idea. She placed a hand on his cheek and said, “You know no one ever talks to me about them. Not even when they were red and bleeding did anyone say anything. I thought certainly my parents, or teachers, or friends would say something, but they didn’t because they didn’t know how.” y/n looked away and removed her hand from his face saying, “Sorry. I’m kind of being a buzzkill, aren’t I?” Aaron’s eyes deepened, and he took both her hands in his and said, “No, no it’s not to me. Please, you can talk to me if you want.” 

She looked back to his face and it was clear to her that his desire for her wasn’t ebbing with this conversation. He was still Aaron, the Aaron she had spent months with, but this was different and she knew it. y/n let out a breath and said, “I got so good at hiding them that when I stood naked in front of a mirror I would flinch at my own reflection.” Hotch nodded slightly and asked, “Did they hurt you a great deal?” y/n took her bottom lip in her mouth for a moment before replying, “Not really. At least not until the next day. I was just looking for a release you know? Something to distract me from what was happening.” Aaron’s hand on her thigh gently started tracing over the scarred tissue with his thumb and he said, “Well I’m still sorry that you felt you needed to do that. Even if it was to protect you emotionally.” y/n gave him a small smile. She looked up at him with her large eyes, sincere in their clarity as she said, “You don’t have to apologize, Aaron. I’ve forgiven the younger version of me that made the choice to hurt herself. She was scared and angry and didn’t understand what was happening to her.” Aaron could ask about what exactly had been going on in her younger years. But he didn’t. He wanted her to be in control of this conversation, and a moment later, she said, “Plus, there are better ways to find release than when I was in high school.” 

Aaron flushed and felt his erection which had gone semi-soft twtich again. He reached out for her and said, “Are you sure? We can stop for tonight if you like.” y/n shook her head no and replied, “No, I want to keep going. I want to go all the way with you, Aaron.” Aaron nodded and pulled her close again, embracing her mouth with his. His right hand slipped behind y/n’s back and he deftly undid the clasp of her bra. He pulled far enough away to pull the intimate article off, and he said, “Just let me know if you need me to stop, alright. At any point, we can take a break.” y/n hummed her agreement and threaded her hands through his short hair. Aaron moved his face lower and he breathed warmly over her right breast. The warm sensation over her sensitive skin caused her nipples to grow taught again. Aaron leaned in and took the tissue in his mouth. He swirled the nipple with his tongue and y/n let out a sound so desperate and beautiful that he grew rock hard again in an instant. He kneaded the other breast with his hand and his left hand slipped under the waistband of her panties. She was desperately wet as he moved his pointer and middle fingers over her folds and heat. After a moment of this, Aaron pulled his face from her chest, wanting to get more of those sounds from her mouth. He got her out of the last piece of her clothing and he looked over her bare sex for a moment before diving in with his mouth. The taste of her on his lips was intoxicating, more intoxicating than the wine they had imbibed earlier that night. He moved over her wetness with an urgency. Again, y/n spoke his name with a need he didn’t know he needed to hear. She arched her back against his strong and accurate tongue. Hotch pressed her stomach back flush with the mattress and he reveled as her body twitched beneath his hand. As his tongue began entering her most intimate area, she moaned. She could feel herself coming close and wasn’t ready for the feeling to stop. She called his name and he stopped immediately, checking in with her. He looked up at her and his face and nose were wet with her excitement. “What is it, y/n. Do you want to stop?” He said it rather breathlessly as he had been very intent in his work. y/n replied, “Far from it, but I want to taste you too. I want you in my mouth.” 

Aaron stilled for a moment and said, “You're sure?” y/n smiled mischievously and said, “More than anything.” He felt a growl in his throat and he finally took off his briefs, freeing his cock. y/n looked him over for the first time, apparently impressed with him. He was slightly happy about this reaction, but the feeling of being pushed back and y/n taking his tip into her mouth instantly stilled that inner voice. ‘Oh fuck,’ he thought as she swirled her tongue over him in one direction for a bit, and then the other, and finally across the top. This sensation alone was enough to bring some pre-come to the tip. Aaron watched as she sucked it off quickly and then moved back onto him with her mouth. The very sight of her working over him nearly sent Aaron over the edge. His size was impressive and y/n wondered if she would be able to take all of him in her mouth. She worked fervently over him, taking more and more of his length each time she moved her head up and down him. She ran her hands over his balls as she did this, and she could feel him throbbing in her throat. Meanwhile, Aaron’s body was twitching with bliss and anticipation, and he said her name like a prayer as she finally got to the base. She continued to work on him as she sucked and licked his cock. She ran her tongue all the way up the vein running on the underside of him and again, this nearly ended him. This time it was his turn to ask her to stop, which she did. He knew that if he came now in her mouth he might not be able to do it again as intensely as the first time. Could he come again? With her, absolutely, but this was their first time and he wanted to give her his best. Breathlessly he said, “I need to be in you if you’re open to it. Please.” He realized that he was begging, but he couldn’t stop the urgency in his voice. 

y/n agreed, at this point their bodies were aching for release and she wanted him in her as badly as he wanted to be in her. She asked, “Can I be on top please?” With some vulnerability, she added, “It’s been a while since I’ve been intimate with anyone.” Hotch nodded, knowing the position would give her more control in regard to the depth and pacing. He said, “Of course. Whatever you want love.” He sat up a bit, leaning back on his palms. As _y/n_ got ready to straddle him again, he asked, “Are you on the pill, or should I get a condom?” He hadn’t made assumptions about her sexual life until recently, and asking something like this felt inappropriate unless in this very situation. y/n smiled and said, “I’m on the pill. We’re good." With this, she got back on her knees with Aaron underneath her. She used her hand to gently guide him into her entrance. She worked slowly at first. Even with just his tip inside her, Aaron had to stop himself from lifting his hips to get further inside of her. However, he kept still and let, y/n slowly take more and more of him inside her. He encouraged her saying, “That’s it y/n, your doing well. You feel so good around me.” She smiled at him and after a few moments, she was mostly seated over him. She was incredibly tight, and he was impressed that she had taken his member in as deeply as she had. There was only a tiny bit of his cock exposed. He felt her walls throb and tighten against him and he had to bite his mouth shut to stifle what he assumed was a scream of pleasure. She leaned down and took his mouth in hers, It was her turn to explore his mouth and he allowed her in easily. She was greedy with her tongue, and her breath was hot in his throat. After she pulled away for breath she assessed her comfort. Any pain that had been there when she was enveloping him had passed and she said needily, “You can move in me, Aaron. Please.” 

Aaron moaned again as he followed her command. He shifted his hips up and the feeling of his cock sliding inside her was pure bliss. It was all he had imagined and more. He started slowly, but both of them had waited and built up for the other and it was time to get their reward for their patience. Aaron built up his speed and the stream of half-contained noise that y/n made only had him quickening his pace more. As his thrusts became more urgent he felt a slight sheen of sweat covering them both. He was close, so close and he raced toward the finish. In a final desire to have him closer and deeper in her, y/n placed her full weight on his hips and leaned back, supporting herself on shaking, shuddering arms. The final shift in position allowed him that last bit of room to fully enter her and she moaned out, “Faster Aaron. Please, I’m going to come.” At her words, Aaron placed his hands on her hips, guiding their shared movement. He thrusted even faster and only a few seconds later, y/n came undone. Her body shaked and clenched around him and that was all he needed to find his release. His seed shot out of him hot and fast and he kept thrusting a few times more chasing the high, heady organism she was giving him. They both made ungodly noises as they let go and y/n quite literally collapsed on top of him. He held onto her closely as their shaky breaths intermixed. As Aaron regained his breath, the words came unbidden and he said, “I love you y/n. Oh god, I’ve loved you for so long. I’m sorry it took me this long to say something.” y/n was still shaking with her orgasm, but she managed to strangle out, “I love you too, Aaron. A hundred percent.” Aaron registered her words from a few months ago and he realized that she had been longing for him for that long and that he was a fool for not noticing before. 

Aaron was tired, but y/n was completely spent and he was still in her softening from his heightened state. With gentle strength, he grabbed her hips and lifted her off of his body. She made a small protestation at the loss of contact. However, he didn’t have any plans of letting her go soon. He pulled her to his chest and she settled contentedly next to him, her damp skin sticking to his. He was beginning to connect her comments about her scars to his own father's abuse. However, he didn’t have the head space for that rabbit hole right now. But he did say softly, “Do you think it’s fate that we met, y/n?” She chuckled into his chest and replied, “That’s too cliched coming from you Aaron.” He hummed and said, “Maybe, but am I wrong?” The question hung in the air for a minute before y/n said, “Maybe not. All I know is that life can be terrible. God knows we see the worst of it, but at least you're in mine.” At this, y/n settled closer to him; listening to his heartbeat consistently thumping in his chest. Aaron held her a bit closer. He would get up eventually to get her some towels to clean her up, but for now, having her in his arms was all he ever wanted. 

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#criminal minds #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotcher #hotch x reader #aaron x reader #fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #hotch smut #reader x hotch #hotch drabble #reader insert #hotch blurb #mentioningmargins #long one shot #trauma dump #comfort fic #emily prentiss #spencer reid x reader #derek morgan

[handittothefandom]

Red, White and Royal Blue Headcannons

- Alex falls asleep with his glasses on, Henry takes them off

- LIGHTSABER BATTLES

- Alex knows EXACTLY how many moles Henry has

- Henry asks June if proposing on New Year’s is cliche

- The both have their pronouns in social media bios

- The first time Alex actually spoke spanish in front of Henry he had to sit down

- David spends a lot of nights laying in Alex’s knees and Henry isn’t sure if his dog stoled his boyfriend or if his boyfriend stoled his dog

- “I love you” “That’s gay” “Alex I am quite literally gay”

- Henry is always playing with Alex’s hair and Alex is always playing with Henry’s hands

- The next time they go to the lake Alex jokes about how Henry better not run away this time

- Alex is always stressed and tries to play off his panic attacks by joking, Henry holds his hands in his and sits with him until he breathes

- Ellen refers to Henry as her favorite son

- They smash so much cake in each others faces at their wedding

- Alex has a tattoo only Henry has seen

- Alex wears makeup for their first pride, seeing him and those damn eyelashes with mascara leave Henry unable to talk when he looks at him for the whole day

- You bet your ass Henry always buys Alex yellow roses on their anniversary

- Bea tells Alex that their dad would have really loved him

- Henry ends up so obsessed with Alex because he’s the first person who didn’t pretend to love him for someone he wasn’t

- Henry has a super specific skin care routine, and even wears a headband while he does it, Alex washes his face with bar soap and it makes Henry so mad “You really don’t do anything and look that good”

- When they’re together Alex rubs Henry’s back till he falls asleep, when they’re apart they having matching teddy bears they sleep with and Alex calls and reads to Henry on really bad night

- “you might be the prince of whales but you are the king of my heart”

- One night Alex is putting their kids to sleep and Henry over hears him telling their love story as a bed time story, “Sometimes you’re wrong and that’s okay because when I admitted I was wrong it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me”

- Alex is obsessed with matching Halloween costumes

- Henry definitely calls him princess

- Henry dedicates his first book to Alex

- Alex is very ticklish to Henry’s advantages

this list is only gonna get longer but here

Also if you like any of these and want to write a whole fic please do, send me a link when you’re done

#firstprince #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry fox #headcanon #alex claremont-diaz

[denaliwrites]

Parade of Dancing Skeletons

Peter Vincent x GN!Reader

Summary: Peter takes it upon himself to scare the kids that come to his door for trick-or-treating. The kids aren't impressed -- and you find this hilarious.

Soundtrack: The Greatest Show Unearthed by Creature Feature

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Jumpscares. :)

You opened the door to see a little Batman, a little wizard, and a little vampire waiting patiently on the other side. "Trick or treat!" they said (mostly) in unison, holding out their little pails and bags.

"Oh, aren't you the cutest," you said, kneeling down on your haunches to be eye level with them and holding out the candy bowl for them to make their selections.

From behind you, the sudden sound of a loudly growled "RRRRAAAAAA!" exploded from the dark. Instead of fear, though, the kids simply looked up, looked at each other, and giggled.

You turned to throw a brief amused glance over your shoulder before your attention returned to the kids.

"Happy Halloween!" they all said together.

Smiling, you gave a gentle wave as they started pulling away. "Happy Halloween!"

The door closed with a soft click behind you. Peter was waiting for you just a pace or two back, holding his "terrifying" werewolf mask in his hands.

"Why aren't they scared?" he asked dejectedly.

You pulled him into a loving kiss, though there was no getting rid of the smirk you wore at his expense. "Have you considered, Peter, that you're just not really all that scary?"

"What?" he asked in mock offense. "I -- I'm terrifying! And the mask -- scariest thing I've ever seen."

"Babe, it's the only piece of the costume you bought. The rest of you looks like a totally normal guy. That's not scary -- to anyone. Let alone kids."

He was about to protest but was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Hold that thought," you told him as you turned to the door. You heard him slinking back into the shadows as you opened it, heard the creak of your floorboards as you knelt down to talk to the kids, heard the big roar from behind you as the kids laughed.

He sighed and tore the mask off again while the latest batch of children walked away. "Maybe you're right."

"Only maybe?" you challenged, throwing him a look over your shoulder.

"Okay, fine, you're absolutely right. Better?"

Your smile was very self-satisfied, but you were prevented from saying anything by the sound of tiny footsteps on the front steps.

A little girl, barely older than five (if that, even), toddled up and gave you a big smile. "Trick or treat!"

"Why, hello Princess Jasmine," you greeted her as you held out the candy bowl for her. You heard Peter creeping up behind while she dug around for a candy she liked, and before you could warn the poor thing, that roar ripped out of his throat and she jumped so hard you thought she might burst out of her own skin.

Fat teardrops pooled in her eyes, and both you and her parents rushed in to provide some comfort. You were closer, and even after taking the time to set the candy bowl down your hands were still wrapped around hers comfortingly before her parents had even made it up the steps.

"Oh, you poor thing," you cooed, "that wasn't very nice, was it?" She shook her head as she sobbed. "Don't mind my boyfriend -- he's mean. See, he doesn't like princesses," you told her conspiratorily.

This caught her attention enough to stop the wailing, though you could still see some silent tears falling. "He doesn't? Why not?"

"Well, he used to be in love with a princess," you continued, leaning in close, though you made sure he could hear you. "But she loved someone else. So now he hates princesses, and he scares them any chance he gets as revenge."

It wasn't the smoothest story, but luckily it didn't need to be to capture a five-year-old's imagination. Her Disney-filled brain easily accepted the explanation and probably even filled in some gaps with princess movie cliches along the way. Her eyes were wide as she looked up first to you, then to Peter, still lurking by the door, and finally her parents.

"Here," you said, letting go of her hands to pick up the candy bowl again. "If you take two or three candies, he'll be so mad that he'll disappear."

The girl gleefully accepted this, grabbed, by your count, six candies (not that this was a problem, she probably didn't know how to count and you had plenty either way), and went on her way.

You closed the door with a sigh and moved to stand. As you turned, Peter pinned you to the door, a thoughtful look on his face.

"You're good with them," he finally said, tilting his head.

"Huh?"

"The kids. You're good with them. I just... I didn't expect it. You've never mentioned... kids."

You blinked. "Oh. Er. Yeah. I guess. Kids are cool, sometimes. Their excitement for Halloween is infectious..."

"Do you want kids?"

You weren't really prepared for this line of questioning and blinked up at him with owlish eyes. "Er... I mean, I guess, maybe? Someday? I never... thought about it."

He hummed thoughtfully before pulling away. A moment later, the doorbell rang. "I'm gonna go grab us something to eat. Should be past curfew by the time I get back."

"Pumpkin chocolate milkshake?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said with a kiss to your cheek. "And two orders of fries."

"Thanks, babe."

"When I get back we're watching a scary movie," he said, pointing to you. "You promised."

He opened the door, and was immediately greeted by a small army of children crying "Trick or treat!"

The look on his face as he tried to wind through them was priceless.

#peter vincent x reader #peter vincent x you #peter vincent fanfic #fright night #fright night fanfic #david tennant

[ennikity]

❤𝘕𝘪-𝘬𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯... 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ❤ ☽𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧☾ ☽𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘱☾

... And with just one look, Ni-ki and her new that they were ment to be together.

You couldn't help but laugh.

-There's people out there who really have a lot of imagination.

Looking one last time at the fanfic you had just read, you turned off your phone. You had to admit that, from time to time, you liked reading the fanfics that some fans uploaded on social media.

Just curiosity, you always told to yourself.

But, at the bottom of your heart, you read them for another reason. Those fics always portrayed Ni-ki as a perfect person, someone that could perfectly be on a fairy tale. But you knew the truth: no one is perfect, neither him. Reading those stories always made you remember that you didn't fall in love with the perfect Ni-ki but with the real one. And he was just perfect in your eyes.

-What are you laughing at?

The sudden voice of the boy, entering the living room started you.

-Oh, nothing, just a short fanfic about you. Engenes are really creative.

-Are you reading those fics again?- Ni-ki asked, emphasizing the last word- Why would you read fictional stories about me when you literally have me?

-Well, they are fun.

-Oh, ok, I get it. I'm way more boring than those stories- he said, giving you a half offended, half joking look.

-C'mon, you know it's not that- You answered, punching his arm.

-Whatever- he rolled his eyes- What was the story about this time?

As he waited for your answer, he leaned closer to you, making himself comfortable on the couch.

-Nothing special, just another one about how you and the main character meet. It was extremely romantic and cliche- you added- Things like that never happen in real life.

-Are you saying that the way we met wasn't romantic?- again, he looked offended.

-We were like 14 when we met, Ni-ki- you laughed- How could that be romantic?

-Well, for me was.

-Wait, really?

That surprised you.

He nodded, avoiding your eyes.

-I didn't know that.

-Cuz I didn't tell you.

-Wait, now I want to know.

-Never- he replied quickly, his ears turning red at the thought of telling you all the things he felt the first time he saw you.

-Cmon Ni-ki, pleaseee- you begged.

-I won't tell you- he teased you.

-Please, I'll convince Jake to go and see that scary movie you wanted to watch.

His eyes widened.

-Really? That's almost impossible, Jake hates scary movies..

-I'll do it, I'll convince him, but please, tell me what you thought when we met.

The boy looked as if he was considering it.

-I guess you win this time- he finally said, hiding a smile.

-Yes! Oh gosh, I didn't think this moment would finally arrive.

This time, you were the one snuggling next to him, in the comfort of his warmth and embrace.

Ni-ki smiled widely at your actions, but you couldn't see his face.

-Ok, where do I start? Oh! I know. Everything started one random day at a caffe near the company...

[...]

-It was a rainy afternoon. I remember cuz I had forgotten my umbrella and had no choice but to enter that caffe. I had had a terrible day. I was still a trainee back then, and practice that day had been a disaster, not to mention that I had just arrived to Korea and I didn't know anyone. So I was there, sitting near the window with a cup of hot chocolate when I first saw you.

Your eyes shined with expectation.

-You entered quietly, almost with fear, and you sat down some tables infront of me. You looked stunning- his ears turned red- I swore I had never seen such a beautiful person in my life. You were wearing a light pink hoodie and some jeans, and your hair was a bit wet, but you still looked beautiful to me. However, what made me fall for you was your smile. I saw you smiling to a little kid that was there, and I don't know if it was because of the terrible day I had had, where the only emotions I felt were stress and frustation, but seeing your sincere smile made me think that maybe the world wasn't that bad after all. I kept looking at you for a really long time, forgetting about my bad day, but something was wrong. You had been watching the caffe's menu for a long, long time, and every time it looked as if you were going to order, you shook your head and stayed at your table. After 30 minutes, with a sad look, you left the caffe.

You nodded, remembering that day as if it had happened yesterday.

-I felt my heart brake when you left. Will I ever see her again?, I asked myself. I kinda felt stupid because I could have spoken to, but I just stayed there, watching you without daring to do something. It wasn't as if someone like you would talk with someone like me, after all.

-Why would you think that?- you asked.

-I don't know, my younger version of that time wasn't very brave, as you can see.

Both of you chuckled.

-Anyway. After that day, I decided to keep coming every afternoon to that caffe, hoping to see you again. For the first week, it looked as if you had dessapeared. But then, I saw you again. I was sitting on the exact table, so I saw you when you entered to the caffe. I swear I had never been so happy. You were there, infront of me, and you were ok and...

-Wait, you were worried about me?

-Maybe- Ni-ki answered, trying not to look at you so you wouldn't see him blush- I mean, you were nowere to be seen. What if something bad had happened to you?

-Awww, that's cute- you smiled- Ok, sorry for interrupting you, keep talking please.

He smiled and nodded.

-So, this time, I wasn't going to loose the oportunity to talk to you. This might sound weird, but during all that week I had been trying to figure out why you didn't order nothing. And I arrived to the conclussion that it was because you couldn't speak korean well and you were afraid to make a mistake. So, I had worked extremelly hard on my korean to be able to help you.

-There´s no way you practiced your korean just to help me order at a caffe- You were ashtonished by the fact that the boy had discovered why you didn't order, and even more after hearing the efforts he did just to help you.

-I know, I'm incredible- Ni-ki said proudly- It wasn't that hard, honestly. You could clearly notice that you weren't korean. Anyway, let me continue.

-When I saw you staring at the menu, I knew my moment had arrived. I walked towards you, and tapped your shoulder. And when you looked at me... I went completelly blank. I started pannicking because I knew that I had to say something. If not, you were going to think I was weird and I would never see you again. But then, you smiled at me, and I felt as if everything was going to be alright.

-I remember that- you said, a warm feeling spreading over your chest as the memories of that day came back- You asked me if I needed help, but at the beginning I couldn't undertand you. So you repeated it again, slowly, but without that tone that people used when they realized I could barely speak korean and that always made me feel as if I was stupid. I remember thinking that you were a nice boy for trying to help me. And you were also the first person who had been kind to me, so, even if I didn't tell you, I was trully thankful.

-I still remember the way you pointed at the hot chocolate when you finally understood me- Ni-ki continued, a big smile on his face- And how you managed to ask me if I wanted to seat with you. I swear I was the happiest boy in the world.

-And then we started with the napkin thing, do you remember?- You asked.

-How could I forget that? I still keep all of them- the boy said.

-You do? No way, me too!

Both of you laughed, filling the room with the happy memories of those days.

-We have to admit that it was a cute idea- you said- You know, writing on napkins the things we would like to say to eachother, but in our own language, so the other had to use a translator to understand it.It wasn't the best idea to comunicate, but it worked for a while.

-Yes, until both of us learned enough Korean to actually keep a normal conversation- Ni-ki laughed.

-The amount of afternoons we spent at that caffe was huge, but the amount of hot chocolate you ordered for me was even bigger.

-And I'd do it all over again. You can't imagine how happy those afternoons made me. Knowing that, after all the stress of training, I had someone waiting for me was the best feeling ever.

-Yeah, I felt the same. I had no one aside from you, so knowing that at least, you cared for me was a relief.

You stayed silence for a moment, remembering every detail of those happy first days.

-So, do you still think that the way we met wasn't romantic?- Ni-ki asked.

-Well, maybe you're right- you admitted- It was romantic .

-Who was goint to tell us that a hot chocolate and some napkins would lead as to becoming a couple- he said, smiling.

-Yeah... You know, I don´t tell you this things often, but I can´t be more happy and grateful to have met you, Ni-ki.

Those words made the boy´s heart jump with happiness.

-Me neither, I'm trully lucky for having someone like you to call the love of my life.

And with the warm feeling that those memories left on both of you, you kept sharing old stories and happy moments. However, the most exciting thing was that, despite all the good memories that you had made, there were even more yet to come, and you couldn't wait to live all of them.

Author's note:

Hi everyone! Hope you are doing great ^^ I'm no very happy with today''s fic, but I wanted to post something to celebrate the boy's 5th Mini Album. I'm being completely serious when I tell you that I'm obsessed with it. My fav song is Orange Flower, I swear it's just so perfect that it makes me evaporate every time I listen to it.

Anyway, hope you like this fi, see you :]

#enhypen #enhypen niki #enhypen imagines #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen reactions #enhypen soft hours #niki nishimura #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #niki scenarios #riki x reader #riki nishimura #riki fluff #riki x you #riki imagine #riki scenarios #niki soft hours #riki soft hours #enhypen scenarios #enha x reader #enha #enha fluff #jake enhypen #jay enhypen #sunghoon #jungwon #kim sunno #heeseung #heesung enhypen

[jace-duh]

Jackie and Wilson.

A/N: so, i was reading @bloodweep 's (go check them out) fic about John Dory and reader babysitting and other trolls that the kid was theirs. then, Jackie and Wilson by Hozier came on, and i got this idea. and i thought it was super cute, so i immediately came here to write it.

pairing: John Dory x male reader.

warnings: none. just fluff. :)

you were an absolute ray of sunshine. you were carefree, youthful, easy-going. you were the complete opposite of your boyfriend, John Dory. that's what confused his brothers. though, they were beyond excited for the two of you. especially John. John had finally found someone who could deal with his antics.

you were running around and playing with Bruce's kids. giving him and Brandi a much-needed break from the chaos. John and his brothers, along with Poppy, Viva, and Brandi, were all gathered around a table at the restaurant on Vacay Island. John had been making heart eyes towards you the whole time. much to the amusement of everyone else.

"so, John," Bruce started. John quickly turned his head, snapping out of his loved induced trance.

"what made you fall for yn? i mean, we've all seen the you look at him," Bruce ponders, smiling as he speaks. he raises his hand slightly, waving his pointer finger in a circle.

"oh my gosh, you guys are adorable," Poppy excitedly states. flapping her hands up and down.

John rolls his eyes. as they land on you he smiles, "i know this is cliche, but everything." his hands grip the zipper flies of his jacket, trying to think of what else to say. in truth, he really did love everything about you. he knows he's not good at showing it. hell, he has a hard time showing his brothers that he cares. but, with your help, it's something that he's getting better at. you make him a better man, as he does for you.

"John," Floyd speaks, and taps his shoulder, taking John out of his head.

"i mean, i don't even know where to start. i love him for reasons wretched and divine," John sighs. "and man, he found me just in time." John speaks about you with a fondness that his brothers rarely saw. it was obvious that you made his life a million times better. that was something that everyone was eternally grateful for.

Poppy and Branch share a glance, knowing how this story goes. Poppy is the same thing for Branch, as you are for John.

"he's gonna save me. he has saved me," John states bluntly, though his eyes gleam with pure happiness. "calls me baby, and runs his hands through my hair."

Clay smiles widely, unable to contain the excitement at the opportunity to tease his older brother. "ooh, someone's in loooovvvveeee~" Clay teases, good naturedly.

Bruce lightly slaps Clay's shoulder, to quiet him. John laughs, shaking his head. John crosses his arms, turning to the smiling group.

"he knows me crazy and soothes me daily. and better yet, he doesn't care. we'll take Rhonda places and be detectives. ride 'round picking up clues," John trails off. he thinks back to conversations you've had.

you had planned so far into the future together. you both wanted to get married, have kids. the future was bright and hopeful. you were so excited to get to spend the rest of your lives together. it gave John a reason not to disappear again. not that he wanted to, he promised himself that he would stay with his family. but, you were the solid reason he wanted to stay.

"we'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise 'em on rhythm and blues."

#john dory #john dory x reader #john dory x male reader #john dory trolls #brozone #trolls band together #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #Spotify

[not-wholly-unheroic]

I hope to write a full review of Peter Pan and Wendy at some point in the near future once I’ve had the chance to rewatch it a few times, but in the meantime, it makes me sad that so many people seem to have hated it, and I need to just gush about a few of my favorite parts.

(Warning: This list will contain SPOILERS for the film.)

Wendy’s very realistic reaction to having her favorite bedtime story character show up in her bedroom in the middle of the night (“How are you real?!).

The reworking of the “kiss” scene. Although the childhood romance/first love thing between the two of them in most versions is adorable, seeing Wendy sort of mentally panic and scramble to find SOMETHING to give Peter when, after getting hurt, Michael suggests someone give him a kiss to make it better and Peter says he doesn’t know what that is but he thinks he needs one is hilarious and totally something an awkward teen girl would do when confronted with kissing a boy in front of her brothers.

Mr. Smee’s good heart and kindness. Gaffigan’s Smee tries on more than one occasion to shield the kids from the worst of Hook’s wrath and/or scary situations as best he can while still being loyal to Hook. And it is openly acknowledged that there is a sort of father/son relationship between Hook and Smee due to Smee having pulled him from the sea when he was just a boy. Law’s Hook isn’t always good to Smee, but he very much recognizes he wouldn’t be alive without him. It’s also nice to see that although a bit of a dork sometimes, this Smee isn’t stupid, and actually seems pretty perceptive at times.

The sea shanties!!! I love that they found a way to work a few songs into the film without it feeling too out of place in a live-action movie that isn’t a full-on musical. The songs themselves are catchy and the lyrics (which are mostly about things in the deep that will eat you…) serve to remind us of the hellish nightmare Hook lives every day in fear of the crocodile. We also get a nod to the Disney sequel. (Props to the songwriter for managing to work the word “cephalopod” into a song and actually having it fit the rhyme.) Also, the second song arguably has a ticking motif in the slow drum beat.

The crocodile’s appearance and attitude. This thing is terrifying. It’s HUGE. There is absolutely no one in their right mind who wouldn’t run from this creature. While it wants Hook most of all, it isn’t opposed to eating others either (and does apparently nab a few men who get shoved out of the way by Hook or who aren’t fast enough). Also, all the spears sticking out of its hide. Makes me think of Moby Dick. The crew has apparently tried on many occasions to get rid of this crocodile but it refuses to die.

The similarities and differences in Peter’s fight with Hook at Skull Rock as opposed to the animated film. Hook ALMOST steps off a ledge at one point like in the animated version, but Smee is there to grab us coat and pull him back before he can fall. We also get some good shadow sequences like in the animated film…but apparently, Hook’s shadow can harm Peter’s with the effect that Peter himself actually feels it.

Hook’s reaction to the crocodile. His first words on seeing the creature are just a very quiet sort of shaky, “Oh, God….” When it lunges for him at one point, he freezes in terror for a second before his instinct to run kicks back in. This man is traumatized.

Hook and Peter’s relationship. Okay, yeah, I’m upset they went with the very cliche “Hook was a Lost Boy” deal which has been done so many times now in book retellings that it’s not even new or interesting anymore (not to mention Hook really needs to be an Etonian to make him who he is…) BUT I am very pleased at the emotional depth the actors and writers went to here for BOTH of the characters. Hook is still clearly capable of brutality but he’s also deeply wounded. Peter is selfish and cocky like any little boy might be, but he’s not evil and genuinely misses the friend he used to have in James. They weren’t black and white hero/villain tropes. They were complex characters who both dealt with things poorly, and it takes Wendy pushing on their emotional walls and asking hard questions to finally make them see they can stop hurting each other and maybe repair what has been broken.

The quotes they gave Law as Hook. So many good ones that I may make an entirely separate post about it but the entire brig scene with Wendy is gut-wrenching. At first, my reaction was, “Why is he telling her all of this?” But then, I remembered that even Barrie’s Hook has a tendency to monologue and I think part of the reason he tells her so much is simply because she might be the first person other than Smee to actually want to LISTEN to his side of things. (Much as how Tink points out later in the film that Wendy is one of the first people to really hear her.)

Peter actually needing and accepting help. While admittedly, I think they may have leaned into the “girl power” thing a little too heavily in this version, it was nice to see Peter actually realize that he DOES need people in his life and that it’s OKAY to ask for help sometimes.

Everything about the ending. Peter apologizing to Hook and flat-out refusing to fight him. Hook’s initial anger and disbelief. Peter reaching out and grabbing him by the claw to keep him from falling. The pained and terrified look on Hook’s face as he scrambles to come up with just one happy thought and can’t find any. The look of horror from Peter as he watches his former best friend fall to what he assumes will be his death. The fact that Peter MOURNS for him. The symbolism of “Hook” falling away and dying while “James” survives. The little hopeful smile he gives when he sees Peter coming back. UGH! It was SO GOOD!!! 😭 And that’s not even including the emotional scene with Peter and Wendy saying their goodbyes on the rooftop in London.

This film wasn’t without it’s flaws. The pacing was a little off in places, and it doesn’t feel quite like an epic adventure…but BOY, does it have some heart to it.

#peter pan and wendy #disney peter pan and wendy #disney live action peter pan #disney live action remakes #Captain Hook #jude law #Peter pan #alexander molony

[a-secret-bolton-vampire]

Something has been bugging me lately; why is it that so much of the ASOIAF fandom hates romance? Like, this is a problem I've noticed and it's honestly kind of weird. To be sure, George's view on what is romantic is, uh, dubious at best, but to outright be so against it the way I've seen some people be against it is quite bizarre, to say the least.

Rhaegar and Lyanna? Of course there's no romance there! Rhaegar clearly was just using Lyanna as a baby factory to produce a super prophecy child because that's all there is to his character!

Jon and Daenerys? They won't be getting together like that dumb show! And if they are, it will be purely a political marriage! No lovey dovey stuff there!. After all Dany likes "bad boys" (which somehow translates to "evil men") so why would she like a strong, assertive man like Jon? And why would Jon like her? Not like he likes strong fiery tempered women!

Those are the two biggest examples but there is more. Daemon Blackfyre and Daenerys Targaryen are more ambiguous since they are historical characters, but a lot of people are convinced it was 100% unrequited love.

I've even seen fans complain about the line from Barristan where he thinks about how Bittersteel and Bloodraven's rivalry over the affections of Shiera Seastar caused the Blackfyre Rebellions. Like sure it wasn't the only reason, but to think that jealousy and romance didn't have an effect on those rebellions is a bit weird.

Yes, I am aware these are some problematic pairings, not least of which because most of these are pretty incestuous. However, the complaints about these romances do not stem from a moral quandary. In the case of R+L, you see people calling Rhaegar a groomer and pedophile (see my post on him on my full thoughts there), but the majority of it is simply "well it's stupid because they told no one and caused a whole war, the selfish brats" (bonus points if someone specifically targets Lyanna).

Okay, setting aside the fact that, like with the Blackfyre Rebellions, Robert's Rebellion was caused by far more factors than their elopement, why does making it an abduction Rhaegar did simply for a magic messiah baby make it a better story than the fact these two were in love and desperate to escape situations they felt trapped in, leading to shortsighted decisions that had an unexpected affect on many people?

With Jon and Dany, the backlash is "but that's so cliche! George wouldn't do something as cliche as two of the biggest protagonists falling in love." As if George doesn't constantly engage with cliche storybeats as often or even more than he subverts them. Even when the evidence for the two getting together is literally so overwhelming that you'd need to be willfully ignorant to ignore the foreshadowing (plus the fact George literally said that their union is "the point of the series").

And again, I must ask; why is Jon and Dany marrying to secure a political alliance without any real love between them a better story than an epic, doomed romance between two people who have gone through such similar struggles and have such similar personalities? What does R+L=J even exist for if they are just a couple of convenience using each other?

I'm not saying you have to love and ship all these people together. Because we sometimes forget our little fandom bubble, most people are not okay with even fictional incest ships. That's okay. Sometimes it's not even incest ships, but again, that's okay! We are all different and have our preferences! Some might not even care much for romance.

But the way a lot of this is criticized doesn't read like that. It's always focusing on the negative aspects. Especially with Dany's love interests. I'm not a fan of Daario and Dany, personally, but it is a bit uncomfortable how she is targeted so heavily for thinking and getting horny about him. Like... let a girl be horny and infatuated? Lol, I don't know!

With Rhaegar and Lyanna, Prince Duncan the Small and Jenny of Oldstones, the "problem" is that their disregard for political betrothals and following their hearts makes them stupid monsters who are directly responsible for the deaths of thousands. That is absolutely not the way we should take these romances.

These doomed, tragic affairs aren't about how people are selfish. It's about the power of love. The way love makes people act rashly. The way love consumes someones thoughts and feelings. Love is powerful, it is transformative, transcending. That is the point. Even in spite of the death and chaos occurring around it, the love these people have for each other is something that cannot be broken.

I feel like the fandom has taken the wrong approach to this series tone and themes. I'm not George's biggest personal fan, to be quite honest, but he is a self described romantic. Turning Rhaegar from a lovestruck prince to a selfish crazed maniac is not romantic. Turning romance or potential romance into cold political maneuvers is not romantic.

The point of all this is that, yes, the world is dark. It's scary, it's cruel, unforgiving, and cold. But in that darkness, there are pockets of light that shine and make you feel safe, and warm, and happy. It makes you forget all the troubles around you. That light, that warmth, that love, is worth fighting for, even if it's all that is left, even if it doesn't last.

I am of course, slightly biased in my assessment, lmao. You could say that me, being a bisexual polyamorous transfemme, is maybe a bit of a big fan of romance and love! Yet, it still saddens me that people try to keep romances from just being romances, and try to make the story and world more bleak as a result. We already have Ramsay, Joffrey, Gregor, Euron, Randyll Tarly. We have people who use love against others for their own gain or outright reject it violently. We don't need more of that.

#asoiaf meta #asoiaf #jonerys #rhaegar x lyanna #asoiaf discourse #watch out i might be poking more at the fandom in later posts #i just have a lot of thoughts and need to put them down somewhere otherwise they drive me crazy

[suhjihanma]

☩ 𝕻𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝕹𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖗 ☩

☩ Kink: Blood play ☩ Word Count: 1,149 words ☩ Pairing: Sukuna / Female!Reader ☩ Content Warning: Monster formation Sukuna, mentions of blood, slight mentions of possible death and dying, mind break, bodily fluids, human degradation, bruising, scaring, torturing. ☩ Author's Note: My first debut within kinktober. This is an ongoing compilation of stories written once a day. As I continue to post stories for kinktober, please note that I will ban minors who interact with my series or other stories apart from this project. Also, kink shaming is not tolerated within my fics. If the kinks that I write are not for you, please do not come with hostility in my inbox. Just simply ignore them. And, for those who are just morbidly curious about dark kinks or just love the smutty, dark content, I appreciate you guys for liking and reblogging. Reblogging helps me out tremendously as a fairly new writer for the anime fandom. Other than that, I hope you all will enjoy the daily content. I will be placing my fics on AO3 soon. I created this first story on Sunday morning.

The faint shrills of your voice were now engulfed with the soaked cloth that was around your lips. You now believe being spared was a foreign concept. How someone could leave you in a position so vulnerable that it made you fall to your knees was baffling. Humorous at best. 

Who wouldn't say that lady luck strives for you to be pleading with tears coming down your face?

A stranger to the dark-lit room that reeked with the odor of bodily fluids, your body sat aimlessly on the floor, with teardrops and mucous secretion mixed in with several droplets of blood now running along with a stream that flows steadily to your arms. You have been taught modesty, yet showing yourself nude among a man who would not give a damn about your condition seemed hopeless. Frankly, you lusted for the attention of wanting to be studied at beyond covered clothing. The eyes of a man who gazes upon a woman like yourself, to “undress” you with his eyes or some of the cliched sorts. A man like Sukuna would definitely be the one who would give you the favor. 

Especially for a woman who is decorating among bruises, welts, alongside scars.

Reality now became intertwined with hallucinations as you desperately reached for whoever’s hand. A hand that will possibly guide you among distorted illusions, or a hand that will hinder your senses towards insanity. Both options are similar causes, yet these causes are the factors for your sudden blood loss. The eyelids that were once filled with life suddenly became too heavy to bear. Exhaustion was beginning to weigh on you as you desperately called out the name that harbored fear yet of whorish passion. The amount of blood loss that you endured now was hindering your mental state. You wondered how you were still presenting yourself to this man above you, a man that only looked at you and smiled cruelly. Sukuna continued to gaze his eyes around your body, a body that was reaching its limits and now succumbs to more than torture. 

“You look like you had enough.” Sukuna jeered, his fingers slowly hovering over the pool of blood that formed over your thighs. Before, his hands caressed the top, savoring the warm skin before all became lost. His fingertips reach for the pool and the shade becomes decorated with his tips. Shades of blood were slowly beginning to turn dark as he brought one of the coated fingers to his lips, savoring the metallic taste that coated his tongue. Tiresome as it was, reacting would gain nothing from your situation. You were helpless in Sukuna’s domain. Escaping would be more than less futile in your stance. All your tired eyes could do was watch, and the body that was slowly succumbing to shock was close to giving up. His laughter and excitement made you rage inside your living hell, yet this living hell was real proof. Then again, his giddiness excites something inside you. Playing with your essence in his fingertips was truly something a man like him can toy with. Humans are descriptive as slaves, peasants, low-lives, everything at the bottom. Sukuna reminding you of your place as you bleed your life essence for him seemed appealing. A lifeless slave that you were, you couldn’t help but to whimper at his mockery.

“Please.” You whined, thighs squirming in the cold blood that sat across your legs. Exhaustion was soon to form over as you lowered your head. Sukuna looked over your falsified bow from the exhaustion and his eyes perked up, now dilated from your heightened erotic stance. 

Please, what?” He questions you. The soft pants that came from your cloth steadily continue as he looks at you with piqued interest. As he continues to look over your greatly bruised body, he smiles to himself before licking one of the open wounds that became exposed on your shoulder blade. Your face begins to tighten as Sukuna continues to entrance his tongue on the opened entrance. Pain engulfed your body as you helplessly whined out in agony before succumbing again to exhaustion. A laughter rolled out from Sukuna as he continued to shoot every weakened nerve in your body, desperately wanting you to fall further into his hellish embrace. Beyond overcoming mental break, your body could only take so much as you fell into a deep slumber, one where a voice that lingered nothing but sultriness ringer through your ears. 

“Develop a false intimacy with you? Fuck you in this pitiful pool of blood of yours? Surely that will bond us together, but it seems like you are already there.”

#jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna ryomen #sukuna jjk #sukuna smut #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna ryoumen smut #ryomen sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #ryoumen sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #kinktober #jjk kinktober #suhjihanma kinktober