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die-pink-maus · 4 months

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A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: Part II

This is part two to A Weekend In Vienna. I am soooo incredibly grateful for all the love the first part of this series received, especially with it being my first time writing a fanfic, and honestly my first time putting my writing out there for everyone to see in general 🙈 Part One can be found here if you just stumbled upon this randomly lol 👇🏽

♡ PART I: A WEEKEND IN VIENNA 🇦🇹

@lettaniko ‘s interpretation of König is used as inspo for this series. Let’s convince her to make some new drawings in this style. It’s awesome! 💕

For reference, here is a link to the outfit our OC is wearing in this scene 👉🏽 https://www.fashionnova.com/products/dont-call-me-up-jumpsuit-white

TW: 18+, NSFW, MDNI, Suggestions of mild Asphyxiation, but overall mostly fluff, we haven’t gotten too spicy YET, but things are most certainly heating up 🤭

Word Count: 2182

Once again, Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are greatly appreciated! Please do any of the above if you like this series! It would really mean a lot! 🫶🏼

Enjoy! 💋

The doorbell rang around 8pm. I was in the middle of putting the finishing touches on my outfit for the night. I slipped into a skintight white jumpsuit with a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps, accessorizing with a pair of medium sized silver hoop earrings, a silver watch, and a small black clutch. I touched up my makeup before straightening my hair and pulling it back into a nice high, sleek ponytail, and took one last good look at myself in the mirror. Breathe, you look fine. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dressing to impress. I know it’s just a bar, and I may be slightly over done, which isn’t really out of the ordinary — not for me anyway, but…I wanna make his head spin. Adrian comes up behind me as I’m silently critiquing myself in the mirror. “Jesus…” she gasps. “Sometimes you make me wonder if I’m genuinely straight or not.”

“So this looks okay?” I blushed.

“You look incredible, if he doesn’t make a move, I know someone else will.” She giggled. But I want him. I took a deep breath before we headed downstairs, his large robust frame coming into view almost immediately. He looks quite nice as well. He’s wearing dark blue denim jeans, and a long sleeved light grey v-neck shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his tatted, vascular forearms on full display. Fuck. He was in the middle of what looked to be an interesting conversation with Adrian’s uncle — that was, until he saw me. I could’ve sworn I’d seen his jaw fall slightly open as he watched me parade down the lengthy flight of stairs. I held his gaze as I walked closer. His hooded blue orbs remained glued to mine, seemingly entranced by my every step as I made my way to the door where he stood. I tried as hard as I could to fight the impending smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as we came face to face. This time I’m the one reading him like a book, and it appears I did exactly what I set out to do with this outfit tonight. The look in his eyes is provocative and dark. He looks like he would take me right here and now if he could, if no one were around to watch or hear me scream his name as he has his way with me. I can’t help but revel in the way his eyes caress and undress me from head to toe, a soft but tense sigh escaping his lips as his eyes meet mine again. “Guten Abend,“ I smirked as I leaned forward and up to greet him with a hug. “Siehst du etwas, das dir gefällt?” I whispered before pulling away, a look of both surprise and arousal beaming from his face. It’s clear he’s impressed and maybe even a little taken back by 1. My sudden confident and flirtatious demeanour, and 2. The fact that I speak German. The shy woman he’d met a few hours prior was long gone, and she’d been replaced with a seductress. His lips quirk up into a smile as he gently rubs the back of his neck, probably thinking of his next move, but Arian interrupts before he has a chance to speak. “Let’s get going, I need some vodka.” She sighed as she brushed passed us both and walked out the front door. König and I said goodbye to Adrian’s uncle as we followed her outside. I was about to open the back door of his car to get in when I felt his large hand gently wrap around my arm from behind. He leaned down close to my ear, “Natürlich gefällt mir, was ich sehe, Prinzessin...” he whispered. “But I’d like it a lot more if it were on my bedroom floor.” He breathed as he let go of my arm and walked around me. I stood frozen as he grinned at me over his shoulder before shifting into the driver’s seat of the car and closing the door.

The bar is packed. Pretty sure the only reason we were able to get in is because König knows the owner, and his military buds have already secured us a nice table near the bar. Since arriving we’ve had about 4 rounds of vodka shots, and it didn’t look like any of us intended to stop any time soon. König and I have been exchanging flirtatious looks all night at every possible chance we get. I forgot how exhilarating sexual tension was. I haven’t had relations in quite a while, and I was afraid I may have lost my edge when it comes to flirting, but apparently not. I do still find that I am quite nervous around him, but I never really expected that to go away completely just yet. At least I’m doing a much better job at hiding it this time around, but I suppose I may have liquid courage to thank for that. I decided to take it easy with this next drink. I wouldn’t say I’m a light weight, but the buzz is definitely buzzing. I decided to go with my usual — a double vodka cranberry with a little bit of soda. Given it was quite busy, the bartender was occupied with a few other guests by the time I’d reached the rail. As a bartender myself, this is a situation I’m all too familiar with. I waited patiently, trying to grab their attention whenever I could. I could see König pushing his way through the crowd of people from the corner of my eye, inserting himself at the bar rail beside me. “Hey!” He called out to the bartender, capturing their attention almost instantly. It’s hard to ignore a man like König. Aside from the obvious fact that he’s just all around massive, he’s got such an undeniably commanding presence. He has an effect on everyone he’s around, and what kind of effect he has clearly depends on who you are and what you’re doing. “Ein Bier, bitte, und…” he trailed off as he looked down at me. “A double vodka cranberry with a splash of soda.” I blushed. “Ein doppelter Wodka-Cranberry mit Soda für die Dame.” He said as he slid money across the rail to the bartender, before reverting his attention back to me. “I hope you are having a good time so far.” He said.

“Absolutely,” I said. “This is a great spot, and I really like your friends.”

“I’m glad I am able to help make your first time in Wien an enjoyable one.” He smiled as the bartender placed our drinks in front of us.

“Danke.”

“Prost.” He winked as we clinked glasses. Ugh, he’s trouble.

We were on our second drink at the bar rail when we both glanced in the direction of our table, observing as everyone watched Adrian tell some sort of elaborate story. We couldn’t really hear what was being said, but a lot of arm movements and gestures were going on. I laughed, “looks like your friends are enjoying Adrian’s performance.”

“It doesn’t surprise me really, we appreciate a good story, not much else to do between missions other than share past experiences.” He laughed.

“So what’s that like? Being in the military, I mean.”

“It’s definitely not easy, it takes a toll on you in a lot of ways, but you get accustomed to everything. I know nothing else, it’s been my life since I was 17. Adrian’s uncle was my lieutenant actually.”

“That makes a lot of sense now that I think about it. Do you ever wish things were different?”

“Not really…I’m good at what I do.” He sighed as he took a swig of his beer. “The only thing I wish I had is a woman as beautiful as you to come home to.” He said, shifting his gaze in my direction. “I think I might be a little dangerous for your health though.” He smirked.

My brow raised. “How so?” I asked. He paused for a moment before moving closer, gently placing my chin between his thumb and index fingers, tilting upward as he gazed into my eyes intensely. “I don’t know if your body would be able to handle how hard I’d make you cum…all day and night like it’s the only thing I’ve been made to do.” He said lowly, my breath hitching in my throat as I digested his words. “You’d cum so hard, the only thing you’d be able to remember is my name.“ Fuck..In this moment it almost felt like I forgot how to breathe. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to experience that. I can only imagine all the many things a man like this could make me feel. I know it would probably be the most passionately intense sex I’ve ever had, and considering I live in Canada and wouldn’t be able to have that whenever I wanted, it may be best if I never discover what I’d be missing out on. But I want to so badly. I watch as he slowly smiles, his tongue gently grazing his bottom lip as he indulges in the arousal seeping from my expression. “But you’re curious, aren’t you Maus?” He asks as he begins leaning in even closer, his lips merely inches away from mine. “Yes.” I breathed, his palm cupping my cheek before he closed the gap between our lips. He tastes of craft beer and peppermint. I moan softly as his tongue sensually enters my mouth, his hand departing my cheek and sliding down to the base of my neck and upward, gently clasping around my throat as his other arm pulled me into him. My thighs clenched together as wetness pooled beneath my lacy black panties, my thoughts running absolutely wild with imagination. He lightly tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away, I look up at him, sheer adoration beaming from my face. I’m looking at him like he’s practically God and it’s embarrassing as fuck but I can’t help it. I’m yearning for more. I want him to take me out to the car and fuck me till I can’t see straight. After that kiss, it’s obvious he’s capable of this, but I resist the urge to reveal my desperation. “I suppose I could go easy on you to start.” He grins as he takes his beer and walks off back towards our table. I remain at the bar, absolutely stunned by the chain of events that too place only moments prior. What have I gotten myself into?

By the time we all decided to leave, it was nearly 3am. Adrian was drunk as fuck and dancing incoherently with one of König’s friends, Horangi. I was quite intoxicated as well, day dreaming of all the things I wanted König to do to me as we both tried to converse normally, and pretend as if that breathtakingly steamy kiss by the bar rail never happened. Though, it was clear we were both still thinking about it. Both still silently undressing one another with our eyes as the coquettish banter roamed freely under the guise of polite conversation. “How much longer are you here for?” He asked.

“I leave in the next 3 days.” I said as he walked Adrian and I to the door of her aunt’s house. “Let me take you out for dinner tomorrow night. I would love to spend an evening alone together.” He smiled.

“Dinner huh? Wasn’t really expecting you to be a ‘Wine and Dine’ kinda guy.” I giggled.

“Normally, I wouldn’t say that I am…but something about you intrigues me.” He said. “I’d love to get to know more about you as a person before we go any further.” Wow. Not really what I was expecting in all honesty. Not necessarily saying he intended to take me home with him tonight, but I wasn’t sure he’d be interested in me either. “I don’t mind taking things slower than usual for you. I want to court you, Maus, if you’d allow me to.” I couldn’t help but blush, the way he calls me Maus always stirs up butterflies in the pit of my stomach. “I think I’d like that, a lot actually.” I smiled nervously.

“Good, how does 7pm sound?” He asked as Adrian unlocked the front door and stumbled inside. “It’s a date.” I smiled.

“I look forward to it, Maus.” He said as he leaned forward, softly snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me close before pressing his lips to mine. My legs practically turned to jello as we kissed passionately in front of the door. “Goodnight, Prinzessin. See you tomorrow, Ja?” He said as he pulled away. “Goodnight, König.” I said as he walked down the stairs back towards his car. I opened the front door, letting out a deep exhale as I tried to process the night. Well, fuck.

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weridpersonhelp · 1 year

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CASABONITA PT1

Description: Kyle invites Y/n to Casa Bonita, and muck around.

warning; Swearing, fluffy. cartman being cartman. not been proof read

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"Hey Y/n."

"Oh, hey Kyle! how are you doing?" Y/n asks him, somehow Y/n always manages to make Kyle smile.

"Pretty good actually, I aced my math test and cartman hasn't made and well I have awesome news!" Y/n chuckles a little at him, her smile made his smile. bigger.

"Nice job, mine's tomorrow. what's this awesome news?" She starts walking Kyle follows her lead.

"Well, my birthday this weekend on Saturday and my mum said I could take 4 friends to Casa Bonita! and well... I wanted to invite you! that is if you want too." Y/n gasps slightly she stops in the middle of walking.

"REALLY! THATS SO COOL!"

"Wait so you'll come?!" Y/n hugs Kyle happily he was a bit taken back he felt Awkard and didn't want people to see, but he still enjoyed it.

"Yes of course I'm going! is there anything you want for your birthday then?" she asks pully away from him, he missed her warmth already.

"What? Oh, you don't need to get me anything!" Y/n rolls her eyes at the boy playfully.

"Okay, okay I won't get anything. but what have you been interested in lately?" Now it was Kyles turn to playfully roll his eyes at the girl they both chuckle.

"Wait who else is coming."

"Oh, stan, Kenny and butters this Saturday at 5:30"

"No cartman? she asks.

" What no, why would I invite that asshole?" he raises his voice at even the thought of it. she chuckles at the boy's anger calming him down instantly as she pats his back.

"Good, I was worried for a moment you'd let that guy come on your special day." the two continued to talk as they entered the dining hall and walked up to chef.

"Hey Kyle oh I see you made a new friend here."

"Oh yes this is Y/n " Kyle says.

"Hi chef it's nice it be properly introduced."

"Nice to meet you too Y/n now what can I get you love birds- I mean friends." Chefs give Kyle a wink.

"Chicken nuggets with fries please!"

"Chicken nuggets with fries please!" the two say at the same time.

"Jinx! now you can't talk till I say your name three times!"

"Haha, she got you there! Kyle, anyway here's your food ids. Rember to let him go of that jinx before his birthday now Y/n." Chef says they both leave, but Kyle was playfully glaring at her slightly.

"What? do you want me to say your name?" the boy nods furiously almost flipping his hat off.

"Oh, hey guys, what's up?" stan asks them.

"Hey stan, nothing much." Kyle stays quiet and stand rises an eyebrow.

"what's up with Kyle?"

"Oh Kyle? well Kyle here just got jinx and I need to say his name three times until he is unjinxed or he gets bad luck." at this Cartman laughs at Kyle.

"s-" "you can't talk dude unless you want bad luck," stan says Kyle gives the girl a glare and she rolls her. eyes.

"Fine as your birthday present, I'll unjinx you Kyle-" "SHUT YOUR MOUTH FATASS!" Kyle shouts at cartman.

"Y/n come on already, bebe showing us her new nails!" Wendy pop in out of no were.

"oh, hi stan!"

"Hi Wendy."

"Okay, okay, I'll talk to guys later. bye!"

"Bye Y/n!" Kyle says waving the girl goodbye.

"Dude you're so red-" "oooh KYLE BLUSHING!"

"SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YOU!"

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yall want part 2? where they acutally go? or

#kyle broflovski x reader #cartman #south park x reader #kyle brovlofski #south park #kyle x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #casa bonita #south park x y/n #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #eric cartman

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beestriker015 · 9 months

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Spider-Gwen x male s/o headcanons

Before getting together, Gwen had a huge crush on s/o, who she sits next to in her science class.

She was attracted to his bashful and sweet personality, and would blush every time he’d greet her before class began.

Gwen really wanted to confess to s/o, but one thing made her hesitant to do so : the fact that she’s Ghost Spider.

“If we were in a relationship, he’d be put in danger, and if anything happened to him, I’d never forgive myself. Besides, what if he didn’t like me being Ghost Spider? What if he broke up with me over that? I just….I wish things weren’t so complicated.”

She says in her mind and psychs herself out every time she gets the courage to ask s/o out.

Eventually though, the young heroine’s feelings for s/o overtake the worries in her teenage brain and leads her to confessing to him after school.

“S/o, I…really like you and uhhh…god I’m so bad at this. Would you like to go out with me this weekend?”

She asks him awkwardly with a glint of hope in her eyes as she waits for his answer.

“To be honest, I really like you too Gwen, I’d love to go out with you.”

Her crush responds with a smile and slight blush on his face.

At that moment, Gwen felt like she was on cloud nine.

“G-great! I know just the place we can go. I’ll pick you up at your house around 7 this Saturday.”

“It’s a date. I’ll be looking forward to it. See you later Gwen.”

He walks away, leaving Gwen by herself, who smiles like an idiot and fist bumps the air in excitement of going on a date with her crush.

“I can’t believe it, I’m going on a date with s/o! Woo!”

Just then, the reality of her being a hero sets in, which she completely forgot about for a moment.

“Ok Gwen, take a deep breath. You’re just going on a date with him, if it becomes something serious, then you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. Until then, just be happy you’re gonna be going out with the guy you’ve been crushing on for a while.”

She quietly tells herself before grabbing her school bag and heading home.

When Saturday finally came around, Gwen got dressed for her date after a little encouragement from her friends MJ and Peter, and makes her way to s/o’s house to pick him up.

“Hey Gwen, you look b-beautiful.”

“S-so do you. U-umm, sorry! I m-meant to say that you look v-very…h-handsome.”

They both blush and stutter before Gwen cleared her throat and spoke up.

“A-are you ready to go?”

“Y-yeah, let’s go.”

With that, the two walked off and began their date.

Needless to say, their date went pretty well, with Gwen taking s/o to her favorite restaurant and having an amazing time together.

Of course s/o being the gentleman that he is, insisted on paying for the whole bill despite Gwen’s objections.

After eating, Gwen took s/o to her favorite spot in Central Park and just talked and laughed for what felt like hours.

“I had an awesome time with you Gwen.”

S/o tells her with a smile.

“I did too s/o.”

After a moment of silence, s/o speaks up.

“I was wondering if you would want to be my…girlfriend?”

“Yes! I’d love to be your girlfriend s/o!”

She exclaims in delight before hugging him tightly, thus beginning a wonderful relationship.

As a couple, Gwen and s/o go together like bread and butter.

They are a very lovey dovey couple, always holding hands and quoting things to each other that no one else understands.

(As happy as their friends are that the two got together, they wish the couple would just tone it down a little.)

When s/o first met his girlfriend’s dad, he was a little intimidated by him, but was relieved when Mr. Stacy told him he approved of him dating his daughter after seeing how happy he makes her.

The first one to say I love you was s/o, but Gwen immediately said it back to him with zero hesitation.

Seeing that her relationship is getting serious, Gwen decided to tell s/o that she is Ghost Spider, and does so in an interesting way.

S/o was shocked to see Ghost Spider hanging outside his window asking to come in, to which he reluctantly complied.

“G-ghost Spider?! What are you doing here at my house?!”

“What? Isn’t it normal for a girl to come see her boyfriend?”

“B-boyfriend?! What do you-”

Realization sets in as he looks at the heroine in surprise.

“G-Gwen?!”

She takes off her mask and waves at her boyfriend with an awkward smile.

“Hi babe. I…have some explaining to do.”

After explaining everything to s/o, and expecting him to be mad with her and possibly break up with her, Gwen was surprised when he pulled her into a kiss.

“Wow, I never would’ve guessed my awesome girlfriend was a superhero, that’s so cool!”

His response only made Gwen fall in love with him even more.

Now knowing that his girlfriend is a superhero, s/o is nothing but supportive, but that doesn’t stop him from worrying about her.

“Please be careful out there Gwen, I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but-”

He’s quickly shut up by his girlfriend giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“I promise you I’ll be fine babe. No need to worry.”

She tells s/o and hugs him briefly before suiting up and swinging away to deal with whatever crime is being committed.

Whenever Gwen gets injured from stopping criminals, s/o always has the first aid kit ready and takes care of her to the best of his abilities, not going unappreciated by his girlfriend.

“Thanks for patching me up babe.”

“No problem Gwen, if the situation was reversed, I know you’d do the same for me.”

“I love you s/o.”

He smiles and gently kisses her on the lips.

“I love you too Gwen.”

After finishing having her injuries tended to by her caring boyfriend, Gwen decides to repay him by taking him on a web-slinging tour of the city with him in her arms, both of them happy to have the other in their lives.

#marvel #marvel x reader #spider gwen #spider gwen x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider #ghost spider x reader #marvel headcanons #male reader #spider gwen x male reader #gwen stacy x male reader #marvel x male reader

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emberfrostlovesloki · 6 months

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Eclipsed [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@without-ado) Center (@sadgirlzluvdilfs) Right (Google)

Prompt: A one-shot about how the reader saved Aaron from a date gone wrong and when Aaron, Jack, and the reader go to see the solar eclipse together.

Pairing: Aaron x fem presenting reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns.

Category: Hurt/comfort/fluff (at the end)

Word Count: 6.6K

Content warnings: Mentions of a break-up and cheating (reader), mention of alcohol and drinking, there is an inebriated person (they are safe), unwanted touch (on the chest [Hotch]), mention of extremist ideologies, mention of bombings, death by bomb (unsub and victim), religious intolerance (religion not specified), veterans issues, slight body image issues (Hotch), slight depression (Hotch and reader), mention of drugs, therapists. Post - Hailey’s passing. Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Hi loves. It’s time for another meet-cute one-shot. This story is based on the fact that I got to see the solar eclipse two weekends ago. It’s also inspired by @imagining-in-the-margins and her awesome Meet Cute Writing Challenge. The prompt I went off of was: Characters are both stood up at the same date spot. I also want to thank Rome @criminalskies who I bounced this idea off of. Their comments helped build up this narrative. Also, this fic takes place a few years after Hailey’s death. Those who know about astronomy will know that those in Virginia would not actually see the full eclipse, but please just suspend your belief in reality for the sake of the story. I hope you all like this story, and if you do, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you all have a great Tuesday - Levi

List with all stories

_y/n_ = your name

_y/f/a/d_ = your favorite alcoholic drink

_l/n_ = your last name

_e/c_ = your eye color - aka green eyes, brown eyes, hazel eyes, etc,

_y/n_ was nursing an old-fashioned and a bruised ego. It had been half an hour, and “Jake” hadn’t shown up for their date at the bar. She had done all the things that those trying to get back into dating recommended: Pick good realistic pictures, be honest about expectations in the bio’s, and actually get out there on dates. Because generally, relationships were rarely made solely online. One had to actually go out and meet the guy or girl that had piqued the person’s interest. _y/n_ had gone as far as Facetiming Jake to make sure he wasn’t a catfish. Something about his pictures looked a little too good to be true. But he had been real, and _y/n_ was honestly surprised that he had shown an interest in her. _y/n_ had agreed to meet him at his favorite bar downtown. She half agreed to see if Jake was pulling her leg. _y/n_ had not been very successful in her dating life. There had been a few flubbed relationships in college and then she had thought she had met the love of her life. It had started out as long distance, but she and her partner had met in person and sparks flew. They had committed and a year later they were engaged. She really thought she was going to have it all. ‘You stupid idiot,’ _y/n_’s inner monologue chided. _y/n_ took another sip of her drink. She had moved to D.C. for them. It was at that point that she realized that her supposed faithful lover had been cheating on her for five months. And there she was in a new city, looking for a new job, and in some of the worst emotional pain of her life. It had taken her a full year to recover from the hurt and betrayal. _y/n_ now looked at love with a bitterness that she never thought would happen to her. She never thought she was going to grow up to be a cat lady, and as relaxing and unbothered as that life sounded like, part of her still longed for a soft and gentle love. For someone to lean on.

As _y/n_ finished her drink, her gaze fell back to the bar. She cringed at what she saw. It had been happening for the last half hour and it was like watching a trainwreck. She wanted to avert her eyes, but she couldn’t look away. It had started when the very handsome man had stepped into the bar. He was tall and gave off a commanding aura. _y/n_ had rolled her eyes at her brain's choice of words. At this point, she checked the door every time someone came in to see if it was Jake. He was already ten minutes late. But it wasn’t Jake, it was this tall, fit man in a suit and tie that she thought might be Dolce and Gabbana. ‘Out of your tax bracket,’ she thought. _y/n_ tore her eyes away from the man and pulled out her phone to text her date. When it became apparent to her that he wasn’t coming, she got a drink for herself. She’d driven twenty minutes to get here after all, so she was going to enjoy it solo. As she turned back to her spot, she saw the man again. He was seated at a table like hers. He also seemed to be waiting for something. As she passed him, he turned his wrist to look at his watch again. _y/n_ clocked the Rolex, and she was starting to feel a bit jealous of whoever was supposed to be joining this stranger. She huffed at herself. As _y/n_ sat and took a sip of her _y/f/a/d_ she thought, ‘You really need to work on your negative self-talk.’ It took a few more minutes before the attractive man’s face seemed to fall into a morose expression. _y/n_ hadn’t seen the man smile yet, but his face was more somber now than it had been before. He was also looking at the door from time to time, and _y/n_ genuinely wondered if he had also been stood up. She couldn’t help but think, ‘Well whoever stood this guy up is a real dummy.’

A few minutes later, the man got up and moved to a seat at the bar instead. The place was crowded. She assumed he did this to make room for a group that had just entered the establishment. This meant the man was kind and had a taste in fashion. Double whammy. The trainwreck part of the night started when a woman, who was clearly a few drinks in, started hitting on the man. The inebriated woman had ordered a drink and made a comment about “How such a hot guy was at a bar alone?” The man had politely answered but showed no interest in a continued conversation. The woman did not pick up on these cues. The man declined when the woman asked to buy him a drink and to have him join her at her table upstairs. Finally, the woman went away, and the man looked relieved. But if anything, apart from the fact that the woman had probably had one too many, was the fact that she was relentless. She had come back and tried to convince the man two more times to join her or go home with her, or any assortment of awkward pick-up lines and lewd suggestions she could think of. Given what he was enduring, the man was handling the situation with incredible grace and decorum. _y/n_ actually felt a small bit of pity for the drunk woman. She didn’t have her full faculties and if she had that much to drink, she might be throwing herself at the man just the same. And now the woman was back for a third time. And this time she was getting handsy. It was at this that _y/n_ felt discomfort. The man was firmer now, but the woman’s hands continued to feel over his shoulders and chest. The man looked around uncomfortably, and _y/n_ thought, ‘Would someone stop this, please!” _y/n_ clearly realized that if someone was going to stop what was happening at the bar, then it was going to have to be her. A wild and outlandish idea hit her, and she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She stood and approached the pair. _y/n_ cleared her throat and stood next to the man, separating him from the woman. She placed her hand on his shoulder. As he looked at her, she stated, loudly enough for the other woman to hear, “Hey, honey. Sorry, it took me so long to get here. The traffic was terrible getting into the city.”

Aaron was suffering. The latest case had been rough. The unsub was a veteran who had fallen on hard times and had started using drugs to cope with the trauma he had endured during the first invasion of Iraq. Along with the drugs, he had started to form delusions and fallen into some extremist conspiracy theories. The man had started bombing churches, and at the last minute, the team was able to save a religious building from imploding. And Aaron was relieved by this, but he had made a bad call. He fully assumed that the unsub would give up and get the treatment he desperately needed if the man’s former commanding officer gave the unsub orders to stand down. The man did seem to give up, but at the last second, the unsub approached his old superior. He pulled out a trigger and set off a pipe bomb that he had hidden in his cargo pants; killing himself and his former officer instantly. The team was lucky that the area was cleared by the bomb squad because the blast was so strong that it shook the ground and knocked out the glass windows two buildings away. And now Aaron had to live with his choice to send an active duty and decorated military officer into that situation. He had gambled and lost. After that, there had been piles and piles of paperwork, and a reprimand from Strauss about his ability to do his job well and lead the team. There was also a piece in the news highlighting the team's failure. Hotch had made sure that any heat the team took from the public was aimed at him. They hadn’t been the ones to make the call. He had. And yes, the paperwork, reprimand, and public disapproval were annoying, but it was never going to be enough to make up for the loss of life. After this, Aaron actually felt like he understood how Gideon had felt those many years ago in Boston.

Hotch had completely forgotten that he had agreed to meet a woman he was talking to on a dating app three days after he had returned home from the case. She had texted him in the morning asking if they were still on. He felt like it was too late to cancel on the woman, so he agreed even if he really wasn’t feeling it. He planned to fake it on the date, gently let the woman down, and then delete everything off his phone when he got home. He wasn’t in a place to be in a relationship right now. Aaron was glad when his date didn’t show up. Once what felt like an appropriate time had passed for him to sit at the table for two, he got up and moved to the bar. He did like this bar, which is why he had suggested it in the first place. Hotch would never be a man to drown his sorrows, but tonight, after everything that had happened, he allowed himself to have a drink alone. Then a different kind of discomfort from being stood up appeared, as a woman approached him. Aaron did everything he could to let her down and get her to leave him alone with his thoughts. The logical side of Hotch’s brain told him to get up and leave, but some maladapted piece of him told him that this was some sort of cosmic justice for his mistakes. He was uncomfortable when the woman started touching him, and at this point, with no other solution in sight apart from fleeing the scene, he got ready to close out. When another woman approached him and stood between himself and the person who had essentially been groping his chest. He felt even more apprehensive. But when the new stranger said, “Hey, honey. Sorry it took me so long to get here. The traffic was terrible getting into the city,” he blinked a few times in confusion. It took him a beat to realize what the new person was offering; a lifeline. Hotch immediately played along and said, “Now worries, darling. I’m just happy you got here safe. I know it can be a long commute.” The woman gave him a reassuring smile, and he continued, “How about we find a place that’s a little more private?” The woman nodded, and Aaron got up from his seat. The other woman who was still standing close by looked crestfallen, as the two of them moved across the room to the table _y/n_ had been sitting at before. Aaron, having the opportunity to really make this look real of the woman still standing at the bar, ghosted his arm behind his savior's waist. He didn’t actually make physical contact with her body. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, or for her to think that he was some creep taking advantage of her kindness, but he faked it well enough, and the woman at the bar made a hasty retreat upstairs.

At the table, they both sat down for a second, and Aaron sincerely said, “Thank you. I was really at a loss back there.” The woman gave him a small smile and replied, “I’m happy to help. I can’t believe that actually worked. It felt like being in the scene of a romcom.” For the first time that evening, Aaron smiled. It was small, but it was still an actual smile. He extended his hand and said, “Aaron, Hotchner.” The woman took and replied, “_y/n_, _l/n_.” There was a moment of silence and then the woman said, “Aaron huh. I kind of pegged you as a Thomas.” Again there was another silence and Aaron looked at the table and asked, “I’m sorry, am I in someone’s seat? Are you waiting for somebody?” _y/n_ seemed to deflate at this and said, “No. The man who was supposed to be meeting me made it pretty clear that he wasn’t going to show up forty minutes ago when he was allegedly arriving.” Hotch let out a breath and said, “Well, you’re not alone in that.” Hearing this response confirmed that Aaron had been stood up like she assumed. _y/n_ replied, “Sometimes I really can’t stand the idea of dating anymore.” Aaron heard the sarcastic bite of the statement, but underneath there was a real note of sorrow. He took a moment to look over _y/n_ carefully. For someone that had their date ditch them, _y/n_ seemed nonplussed, comfortable even. She was leaning against the back of her chair with one hand slung over the back. She had an air of disinterest like nothing could bother her. Somehow Aaron didn’t believe the persona she was exuding. He looked over her face. It was too dark in the bar for him to see if her _e/c_'s were dilated or not. Whenever Hotch made a close observation of those he got close to, especially women. They had some kind of attraction tell. He couldn’t figure out why exactly. What they saw in him apart from his height which he knew some people were attracted to. Other than that, he was rapidly approaching middle age, his crows-feet stated that clearly to the world. And though he tried to stay active between cases, taking care of Jack meant less physical activity, and that showed on his body. He didn’t hate himself or anything, just that he thought he could be improved. Aaron snapped to the present when _y/n_ said, “I’m going to grab another drink? Do you want something?” Hotch thought for a second. In _y/n_’s offering to get him a drink, it was an invitation for him to stay a bit longer. He didn’t want to intrude, but talking to _y/n_ meant he couldn’t hold a pity party for himself. He also wanted to see if _y/n_ really was as nonchalant as she let on. He cleared his throat and said, “Yes. A gin and tonic, please.” _y/n_ nodded and moved back to the bar.

As she went to get a second round of drinks, she could still feel how Aaron’s warm eyes had been looking at her -- deeply, like he was trying to solve a puzzle. She hadn’t fully expected him to accept her offer for a drink, but she had asked because she wanted to spend a few more minutes with him. Because she didn’t expect to spend a lot of time with anyone like this again in a long while, so why not go out with a bang? Also, there was the fact that he was very attractive. The closer he got to her, the better he looked. As she waited for her order, she casually looked back at Aaron, and he seemed to have drifted to a distant place. She frowned. Like this, he looked sad. She wondered what was bothering him so much. Before her break up, people had told her that she wore her heart on her sleeve, and she was a fool for doing so. After the cheating incident, she had buried that part of her deep inside. But sometimes it came out. When she was sad or needed comfort, or she saw someone hurting. The bartender called for _y/n_, and she took the glasses in her hand. _y/n_ moved back to the table and she set down their drinks. She was about to sit down, but a noise from behind her caught her attention.

Aaron sat straighter when _y/n_ came back. He said, “Thank you,” and he watched as _y/n_ pulled out her chair. He watched as the woman who had been hitting on him seemed to be getting ready to leave. She was on unsteady feet and had her keys out. She kept jiggling said keys as she moved toward the door. Hotch frowned and thought that he should do something. Before he could, _y/n_ quietly said, “Excuse me.” _y/n_ turned and moved a few feet across the floor to the woman. Aaron was close enough to the pair to hear _y/n_ say, “Hey ma’am. Miss.” The woman attempting to leave turned and moved toward _y/n_. _y/n_ put a steadying hand on the woman’s arm and said, “Hey again, you’re not going to try and drive home right?” The woman slurred but affirmed that was her plan. _y/n_ nodded her head no, and replied, “No. I don’t think you should drive. Let me get you an Uber or a cab?” The woman replied, “‘Is only a few blocks down. I’m okay.” _y/n_ replied encouragingly, “Great, if it’s close, then an Uber can get you there in no time and it won’t be expensive. I don’t want you driving. It’s not safe for you.” _y/n_ pulled out her phone and after a second, asked the woman for her address. It took the woman a moment, but she finally thought of it and punched it in on _y/n_’s phone. _y/n_ double-checked with the woman that this really was her address before punching the request ride button. The Uber was only two minutes away, and one of the bar's employees offered to walk the woman out once he had the license plate written down. When this was done, Aaron watched as she moved back to the table. When she sat down again, she said, “Sorry about that.” As she took a sip of her drink. He said, “Don’t be. That was very kind of you.” For the first time that night, those words seemed to get to the woman. She flushed slightly and let out the smallest of exhales. And maybe, just maybe he had been right about her not being as aloof as she let on. _y/n_ replied, “Honestly if you left me in this bar for another two hours I might be acting like her.” She paused and tacked on, “I have acted like her, many, many years ago.” Aaron and the _y/n_ spoke for the remainder of their drinks. They talked about easy topics like bands and the weather. Aaron shifted the conversation away from work. He was having an enjoyable time, and he didn’t want to have to think about his job right now. There would be plenty of time for that when he got home. As the two parted ways, neither expected to see the other ever again.

It wasn’t until next month that their paths crossed again like figure skaters on a frozen lake. Aaron was feeling much better. Less despondent. The team had really bolstered around him. They weren’t clingy, because they knew he hated that, but they had been understanding, compassionate even. Hotch was gearing up for another Monday in the office. He was just taking off his two guns and placing them along with his keys and sunglasses in a plastic container. His briefcase and duffle also went into a tray that would go through security. The security guard motioned for Aaron to move through the metal detector which he did. And as he did every day he was in the office, he lifted his arms slightly as the guard patted him down the chest and legs. This was an obvious security need for the job, but he didn’t always like it. He didn’t get a lot of physical contact, and this didn’t exactly cut it for comfort. But it was always quick, and he would grab his things and pretend that it didn’t bother him. Aaron looked up when he heard Daryl Jones's deep baritone voice coming his way. Agent Jones was the Unit Chief for the Drug and Firearm unit like he was the Chief of the BAU. The two teams intersected on cases every now and then. Aaron was never not surprised by Jones’s deep voice. It was the deepest voice he had ever heard. There was another voice too. Much lighter in pitch and tone. Hotch looked up and was surprised to see the woman who had helped him during the uncomfortable encounter at the bar. He wracked his brains for her name, and after a moment it came to him; _y/n_. The security guard let him go, and Aaron quickly took his things and moved toward _y/n_ and Jones. As he drew nearer, _y/n_ looked over to him and the surprise on her face must have looked like he had moments earlier. She looked over his badge. Rather awkwardly, _y/n_ extended her hand and said, “Hello again, Aaron.” Hotch took her hand and replied, “Good morning, _y/n_. Is everything alright?” Jones looked between the two and asked, “Agent Hotchner, do you know Ms. _l/n_?” Aaron could sense that _y/n_was slightly embarrassed, and he answered quickly, “We’ve met once before.” Jones nodded and _y/n_ looked up to Aaron and answered his question saying, “I think everything will be alright. Thanks to Agent Jones.” Daryl replied, “Well, I’ll do what I can, and if you see anything else suspicious or troubling please come and see me again, alright?” _y/n_ nodded and said, “I will, thanks.” Jones nodded and gave the woman a reassuring pat on the shoulder. As she moved forward, _y/n_ turned back to Aaron and said, “It was good to see you again Aaron.” With that, she moved through security and out the doors of the bureau.

Hotch watched, as she left, and he turned back to Jones and asked, “What was that all about?” Jones moved with Aaron back toward the elevators and said, “You know about the Menendez cocaine ring we’ve been trying to crack?” Hotch nodded yes, but wasn’t sure how this factored into the discussion of _y/n_. All the Unit Chiefs met weekly and updated the others on what was happening, and if there was any need for the teams currently working on a case to cross-coordinate. Jones’s team had been after a drug cartel for months, but every time they got close, the leads seemed to disappear. Jones had started to believe that there must be someone on the inside who was either FBI or police. As it turned out, Daryl might be right as he said, “Well Ms. _l/n_ was trying to file a report about some drug activity. Janet, my liaison had asked her why she didn’t go to the police, and_l/n_ stated that she had seen an officer she knows works for the city going into the house allegedly selling drugs. She was scared that if she reported it to LEOs, there might be repercussions.” Aaron processed the information. _y/n_ was right to avoid the cops if she expected them to be involved. There had been many cases where those supposed to be protecting and serving, overstepped those boundaries. Jones continued his story and said, “When Janet heard the part about the potential police involvement, she brought me in on the conversation. I asked Ms. -l/n_ a lot of questions. She was very patient. And by the end of that conversation, I’m pretty sure we have a good lead for Menendez.” Hotch let out a breath. For a second a flash of fear for _y/n_ moved through him. Having her, or anyone living near illegal activity was dangerous. Doubly so now that she had made a report about it. Aaron pushed that thought aside. As unfortunate as it was, he didn’t have the time to be worried about everybody. If he did there would be no time to get any work done. It was good that the Menendez case was getting some new life, and Aaron said, “It’s good you have a new lead. I understand that the case has been ongoing for a while.” Jones sighed and said, “Tell me about it.” There was a moment of silence as the men got on the elevator and pushed their floor buttons. Daryl looked over to Aaron and asked, “How do you know _y/n_ exactly;y?” Hotch flushed briefly and said, “We just ran into each other last month. I don’t know her personally.” Hotch was glad that Jones was not a profiler, because if he was, his colleague might see how his body was softly saying, ‘But you want to know her personally.’ Aaron sighed and exited the elevator on floor six. He moved past the bullpen and up to his office. As he sat, he couldn’t deny that _y/n_ was beautiful. She had been dressed up at the bar. She had been expecting a date after all. But today she was dressed more casually and it looked good on her. Aaron let out a breath and settled into his chair. It was going to be a day full of paperwork, and with head a bit aflutter, he didn’t mind the mindless work for once.

The next time they met would be the one that started their relationship. Aaron was sitting in the waiting room to be called back by his therapist. Strauss had required him to attend seven therapy sessions after the bombing incident. She didn’t want a repeat of Gideon. Aaron had gone and talked about what had happened. Talked about his feelings. It was awkward, but he knew why he needed to go. When the required sessions were over, he decided to continue with a different therapist. Someone who might better address his personal needs and complicated past. That was how he met Dr. Chekov. At the consultation, Aaron felt good, and the therapist agreed to take Aaron on as his client. Now they met monthly on Tuesday evenings after he was finished with work. Aaron was grateful to have a safe space to air his emotions and thoughts about the past and present. He thought it was doing things to better his mental health. He had slowly stopped beating himself up about his body. He was now working through the grief that was losing Hailey. It was some of the most painful work he had done, but it was necessary. He knew that he couldn’t carry that hurt forever. At least not how it was now. Aaron checked his watch. Dr. Chekov must be running over with another client. Hotch’s eyes raised to the door as the bell went off. His eyes widened when _y/n_ walked through the open door. He thought, ‘You have to be kidding me.’ The office space housed multiple therapists, so it wasn’t surprising that someone else would be waiting in the waiting room, but it was surprising that _y/n_ would end up in the same building as him, again.

_y/n_ checked in for her appointment with her therapist. She had to reschedule her appointment due to a work emergency. Her therapist, Dr. Glen, had been very accommodating and had slipped her in at a later time that week. She turned once she had handed the form to the receptionist to find a seat while she waited. The office was pretty empty, but her eyes caught onto Aaron’s, and she let out a small breath of surprise. She could see that he was just as surprised as her, and _y/n_ smiled and moved to sit next to him. She pointed to the chair adjacent to his and asked, “This seat taken?” It was a rhetorical question. Hotch chuckled at her inquiry. The office was virtually empty. He replied, “I think it is.” _y/n_ sat next to him, and as she put her purse on the ground their shoulders touched. Feeling the warmth of her body, even for a moment, made him flush. When _y/n_righted, she looked at him and said, “It’s nice to see you again, Aaron. What a surprise it would be here. How have you been doing?” _y/n_ thought back to the first time they had met and how he had looked so deeply saddened. As she looked him over, she thought he looked better. More relaxed. It made her glad. Aaron replied, “I’m doing better, I think. I’m trying.” Hotch could see that she was really looking at him. That she cared about what he was saying. After a beat, he asked, “How are you, _y/n_. How are things in your neighborhood? I might have asked Agent Jones about what was going on when I saw you at the bureau.” _y/n_ flushed when she heard that Aaron had checked in on her. She cleared her throat softly and said, “I’ve been alright. I’m kind of going through something, thus the therapy, but otherwise I’m well. And it’s the same with the neighborhood. There are still people coming and going at all hours of the night. I just avoid any interaction with them as Agent Jones suggested.” Aaron nodded and said, “Good. If you ever feel unsafe please just leave. Come to the bureau again and Agent Jones can help you figure something out.” Hotch thought about how she was going through something, and he wanted to ask what it was. But he didn’t want to pry or bring up bad memories for _y/n_. _y/n_ similarly wanted to ask Aaron about working in the FBI, but she didn’t know how much he could talk about his work given its sensitive nature. So they sat there in silence until _y/n_ finally asked, “Aaron, would you like to get coffee with me sometime?” She sounded rather embarrassed as she asked. She smiled again, brightly as he said, “I’d like that, -y/n_.”

They had gone to coffee, and neither of them approached it like a date, but by the end of the two hours of just talking, it was clear to both of them that there was a connection between them. Then they had gone rock climbing at _y/n_ favorite gym, and she had complained about how unfair it was that Aaron could get routes in so few moves due to his height. She also didn’t really believe that he hadn’t done a significant amount of bouldering before that night. When he teasingly said that he really didn’t practice beforehand, she could only assume that he was very athletic, and a man of many talents. Then they had gone to dinner. And _y/n_ met Jack when they watched a kid's movie together. And the love bloomed between them. Aaron hadn’t told the team about them yet, but he was going to ask if _y/n_ would like to join him at Rossi’s next party. It would be an easy way for her to meet the other important people in his life. But for now, they were cruising down the highway to get to a park a half hour out of town. Aaron hoped it wouldn’t be too crowded. When _y/n_ had said she was excited to see the eclipse, Aaron had suggested they go together with Jack and make a day of it. _y/n_ had readily agreed. Aaron was keeping his eyes on the road and playing some soft jazz at a low level. _y/n_ was half-turned in her seat talking to Jack about school and soccer. When they arrived at the small park, _y/n_ and Aaron were relieved to see that there weren't many cars in the lot. _y/n_ helped unbuckle Jack while Aaron carried the cooler from the back of the car. Aaron had brought some sodas for them to drink while they waited for the solar event. _y/n_ had also packed them some sandwiches and chips to snack on for lunch.

The group found a clear spot on the grass. There were a few other families and a couple or two scattered around the field. Jack was restless and asked, “What’re we waiting for Daddy?” Aaron looked over to his son and said, “Well, in around an hour something is going to happen to the sun. It will get kind of dark. We even have some special glasses so we can look at it while it happens.” Jack seemed to understand a little and said, “What happens to the sun? Is it fast?” Aaron looked over to _y/n_. She knew more about this than him. _y/n_ beamed at Jack and moved to sit in front of him. She explained, “Well, you know the sun and moon right?” Jack nodded eagerly. _y/n_ continued, stating, “Well there are some special times when the moon actually gets in front of the sun. It looks like a ring in the sky. It’s kind of like magic.” Jack’s eyes grew wide and he asked, “Why is it a ring?” _y/n_ tried to think about how to best answer. After she found the words, she said, “The sun is a lot bigger than the moon, so when the moon is in front of the sun, you can still see some of it. Isn’t that cool?” Aaron watched on with a smile at _y/n_’s enthusiasm and Jack’s attention. As much as his son seemed to want to see the eclipse, he was a six-year-old, and he got restless quickly. Aaron had brought a soccer ball in case this happened. The two played around the field while _y/n_ watched on. She watched while she was lying on her stomach, head propped up in her hands. A gentle smile was on her face. She loved looking at Aaron like this. He was so good with Jack. After he had told her about Hailey’s death, she understood why he was so protective of his son. Why the love was compounded in him. The man had lost someone so painfully. When _y/n_ thought about the hurt that he had endured, she still ached for him, even though he was happy and smiling now. She could never replace what Hailey had been to him, and they were too early in their relationship to think about marriage, but she was glad she could bring Aarons some comfort and joy.

As it got closer to the eclipse, _y/n_ gave everyone their special glasses. They all looked up to the burning star in the sky that was slowly beginning to be covered by the moon. It wasn’t until about another fifteen minutes that the moon was almost entirely eclipsing the sun. And then it happened. The moon centered in front of the sun, and the star made a perfect bright ring in the sky. Aaron looked at the phenomenon for a moment longer before he turned his face to Jack and _y/n_. He slipped off his glasses and saw the awe on Jack’s face. His gaze then fell on _y/n_ and he felt such a warmth looking at her that the sun being blocked out didn’t even make the world feel cold or darkened. Because when he looked at _y/n_ it was like he was looking at his own personal star, and they were gravitationally pulled to each other. Aaron thought about how the moon had slotted perfectly in front of the sun, forming that ring in the sky. How he felt like his life was coming full circle. The last three years had held such change. There was the pain of losing Hailey and caring for Jack, and he didn’t know how he could go on. And then, like a shooting star _y/n_ had crossed his sky, and he thought that he would never see her again. But he had, and now he had found happiness again. A lasting happiness that no cloud or moon could hide.

After the eclipse, they all had their lunches and then piled back into the car and drove home. Jack quickly fell asleep in the back seat, and _y/n_ moved her hand to his thigh, resting it on the soft flesh. Back at his apartment, _y/n_ moved Jack to his room and tucked him in while Aaron emptied the water and ice from the ice chest in the small front yard of his apartment. When he stepped back inside, he found _y/n_ seated on the couch, and he moved to her. He sat near the edge of the couch and opened his arms for her. _y/n_ nestled into his arms and chest, and he snaked his arms around her back. One of his hands rested on her lower back and the other was softly stroking the area between her shoulder blades. _y/n_ relaxed against him and hummed contentedly. Aaron quietly asked, “Is Jack still asleep?” He could feel her nod her head yes against his chest, and she replied, “Yes. He’s out like a light. I think this was a pretty exciting day for him.” Hotch moved his hands to her hips, and he set his head back a little to rest on the side of the couch. At this angle, he could see some of Jack's door and the hallway that led to his room. The feeling of _y/n_ resting on him was never going to get old to him. It brought him such comfort. After a short silence, he asked, “Did you enjoy today? I know you were looking forward to it.” _y/n_ replied, “I really did. I love spending time with Jack, and you of course.” As she spoke, her hands made their way to his chest and then slowly down his stomach. Aaron closed his eyes at the warmth that seeped through him. She continued talking, saying, “I think it’s so amazing that we live on this speck of dust in an infinite universe, and we get to get to see it working. I think that’s pretty special.” Hotch hummed his agreement. He loved it when she spoke like this. Honest and slightly rambling, but fully from the heart. When she had told him about the person who had left her bitter and emotionally broken, he could understand and empathize. But when she spoke like this, he knew that she was coming back to herself. That she was comfortable sharing her heart with him. _y/n_ slipped her hand under his polo and he sucked in a breath. Her fingers gently moved over his abdomen. _y/n_ used her middle finger to swirl the trail of hair that started at his belly button and grew lower down his navel. Her touch wasn’t sexual, though it could be if they wanted it. But of course, they would never do that with Jack so close. The contact was just to let Aaron know that she was here. _y/n_ found her voice and said, “It was also beautiful. It’s unique. There’s nothing else like it in the universe, and I love it very, very much.” Hotch could sense that she was looking at him, and when he opened his eyes he felt his breath leave his body. She was watching over him with such care and affection, and he knew she wasn’t speaking about the eclipse anymore. As he shifted up to kiss her with a passion. He said, “I love you _y/n_. More than anything in the world.” They bridged the gap between them, and as their mouths met, it was like the sun kissing the moon, impossibly unlikely, but beautiful and rare as an eclipse.

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Just the Two of Salmon(us) | Sebek Zigvolt

Synopsis: You invite Sebek for a small lunch date on the weekend over this restaurant that you came to know that serves the best salmon of the region. And, with Sebek being Sebek, hilarity obviously ensues.

Sebek Zigvolt x gender neutral reader / small scenario / fluff, hc lore and silly crack / reader has the most difficult love rivals / 1090 words / use of “you” pronouns

Notes: I dedicate this for all Sebek stans and simps, inspired by @estcaligo ’s awesome art about the biggest rival against sebyuu: salmon! this man is a clown m-maybe i love him??? idk It’s a bit shorter than my usual scenarios but considering that it’s a simple idea and I was writing more for fun, I couldn’t extend much. I could. Believe me. You maybe had read my latest Sebek scenario, it was loooong. But I have other fics and things I need to write before my guilt hunt me down~ hope this is good enough for at least make someone smile a bit <3

Just the Two of Salmon(us)

You didn’t know how to react to that scene. While you were still on your first plate, Sebek was finishing cleaning the fifth grilled salmon dish he had ordered. You glanced at the restaurant owner who stared back at you, the two of you connecting your souls in only two thoughts: “How could Sebek eat so much and would he have enough money to pay?”

Not that you were ignorant about this fact when you invited your boyfriend to lunch on the weekend. You just assumed that he wouldn’t ask for five plates at once. But, then again, you should have seen that coming.

All you wanted was to spend time with Sebek and rescue him from whatever meal Lilia would be making — or trying to make — at that moment in Diasomnia.

Sebek has never been more grateful. Of all humans, you were the most formidable for being able to help him in these moments of despair. When all seemed lost, you would emerge in your mortal littleness to reach out to him.

The only guilt Sebek felt was that he needed to leave Malleus in Lilia’s culinary inept hands — but even if it would cost him to say it out loud, he trusted Silver to take care of everything.

Anyway, Sebek’s mind was quickly distracted when he saw the large sign of the seafood restaurant you were taking him to. That fisherman’s restaurant got the best fish in the area, among other sea species. You chose the place precisely because you heard so many good things about their salmon.

Sebek felt a little embarrassed at first when you commented that you realized how obsessed he was with salmon — your words, precisely.

It was indeed an interesting discovery. While you were waiting for your requests, Sebek talked about how the fishing culture in the Valley of Thorns wasn’t as strong as the humans do but fishes could constitute some parts of the fae cuisine, especially in surviving training.

As a complete territory, the extension of the Fairy Briar Valley was isolated by the sea, and the Flower faes’s region had more freshwater lakes and rivers with small fish.

However, Sebek’s grandfather sometimes personally went fishing for salmon in the sea and would bring it when he returned from these kinds of occasional trips.

Old Thoth Zigvolt used to only bring salmon for his daughter, in a way to get a little closer to her — though he was still stubborn about not approving of her marrying a human. But when little Sebek was delighted to taste a grilled salmon dish made from the fish caught by his grandfather, he started doing it for the bright smile his grandson would give him.

Since then, both Thoth and Sebek’s older siblings started taking him to salmon fishing. On the occasions when the grandfather couldn’t go, Osiris and Serket went to explore the shores of the sea and some nearby rivers with their little brother.

So much so that salmon carpaccio became his favorite food.

“It reminds me of home,” was Sebek’s usual comment on the subject.

These words were finished by a big smile, whose white teeth shone like lightning in the dark night. It was the same smile Sebek had on his face as he wiped his lips with the napkin. More than satisfied, he was completely, genuinely happy.

You put your fork aside for a moment, sighing but smiling too. He was so adorable.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have any crumbs on my face?,” Sebek asked, passing the napkin in his mouth once again.

“No. It’s just... I'm glad to see you seem to be having fun.”

“And how could I not? Salmon is such a wonderful fish and the chef here is to be congratulated. The cooking point, the seasoning, the preparation, the presentation... I would not be ashamed to invite the Young Master to come and feast on such good food. And that’s a lot considering they’re humans and the Young Master is used to the finest cuisine in the royal palace. However! These salmon are tender, practically melt in the mouth. My taste buds feel blessed!”

“I’m happy to hear that, really,” you laughed. “Is it okay if we go now? We still have a few more things to do.”

Sebek nodded and you called the waiter to ask for the bill. To your surprise — and all the employees’ too — your boyfriend had enough money to cover his share.

But Sebek still went on to talk about how nutritious salmon was, the quality of the fish was second to none and that next time they should invite Malleus to lunch there.

“But then it wouldn’t be a date,” you tried to argue. “Like... you know, a date between the two of us.”

“I understand. But after you have revealed to me this restaurant that serves the best salmon on the island, it is my duty to ensure that the Young Master is also graced with this knowledge and... w-why are you looking at me like this now?”

You stared deadpan at Sebek.

“Can I ask you a question and you will answer it sincerely?”

The half-fae didn’t understand at first, however, given your gaze, he agreed in the same way.

“Imagine a hypothetical scenario: near a strong river stream, someone is burning salmon on the grill while me and Malleus are drowning in the river. Who will you save first?,” you launched the challenge.

“Well, of course I save…”

Sebek stopped in mid-sentence. He held his chin for a moment, thinking about the possibilities and scenarios. As the minutes ticked by, Sebek grew increasingly desperate in his internal questioning, reassessing priorities and urgencies. His expression went into such agony that your brief impatience turned to pity.

And pity, inevitably, turned out to be amusement. You laughed softly and touched Sebek’s shoulder affectionately to relieve his stress — you could see the storm that was his thoughts.

“Nevermind. Part of me knows it would be even harder if I included your mom and Lilia in the middle of it,” you said, taking his hand and continuing on the walk back to school.

“I'm sorry I failed your test, dear. I must get stronger to make better decisions in less time!,” Sebek proclaimed, determination in his eyes.

You smiled, always charmed by his inexhaustible energy. One thing quite clear was that Sebek had only three things he valued more than anything in life: you, Malleus, and salmon.

You just gave up asking in what order.

Special notes: Sebek's heart is big enough to squish the three of them inside, that's my theory.

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #fluff with more comedy #cherry's writing #cherry's mumbling about twst

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avasmain69 · 2 years

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Hi!! Just stumbled on your account and really enjoyed the sitting in their lap hc! I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of their reaction to an s/o who has bad rbf/almost always looks mean but is actually a shy person who’s really nice? The characters I think would be cool are Nahoya, Draken, Hanma, Wakasa, and Shinichiro. Thanks so much for reading this and if you don’t get to it no worries! Hope your weekend is awesome! 💙💙💙💙💙

■ THANK YOU SM FOR THE REQUEST! HOPE YOU ENJOY! <3

■ ALSO, IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY SITTING IN THEIR LAP HCS! IT MAKES ME HELLA HAPPY WHEN PEOPLE ENJOY READING MY WRITING!

𝐒/𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓

FORMAT: Headcanons

CHARACTERS: NAHOYA, DRAKEN, HANMA, WAKASA, AND SHINICHIRO

SUMMARY: Their S/O has a resting bitch face and comes off as mean when in reality they are shy and really kind.

WARNINGS:

NAHOYA KAWATA (SMILEY)

Okay so you two definitely met because he saw you looking all pissed off and he just so happened to be in the mood to fuck around.

Like straight up says “Are you a bitch or is that just how you normally look?”.

Was not expecting your fist to connect with his jaw and send him to the ground in a daze.

What can you say, you were tired of people referencing your resting face, especially strangers.

He loved it though, he thinks you look badass every minute of the day.

Eventually, when you two began dating, he no longer would bug you about it and just spends his time drooling over you.

He still does sometimes like to tease you just to get a reaction from you, but it’s all with good intentions.

HANMA SHUJI

Hanma just approaches you and starts hitting on you right away.

He finds that bored look of yours absolutely entrancing, it just drew him in and he can’t get enough.

Let’s be honest, there’s no way in hell this man felt any type of fear towards you, he did find you interesting though.

Once you guys got together, he would bring you to Vahalla meetings with him just to watch as the other members tread on eggshells in your presence.

Your resting bitch face and Hanma’s reputation added together is enough to put a man on his knees on more than one occasion.

SHINICHIRO SANO

Oh lord, Shinichiro has been trying to gain the confidence to ask you out on a date, but he can barely even look you in the eyes.

Wakasa is too busy laughing at him to help and Takeomi is just tired of Shinichiro’s shenanigans.

This was his fourth attempt this week and he decided that he wasn’t leaving until he reached his goal.

Wakasa whispers to Benkei, “Shinichiro looks fuckin’ terrified, he just had to pick a chick that’s tougher than him”, transferring his glaze back to Shin making sure that he didn’t hear his friends comment, he looked so happy and Wakasa couldn’t bring himself to ruin it.

It was shocking enough when you agreed to let him take you out, but the way your expression had changed into one of pure joy, knocked the men off their feet.

While being together, he still gets nervous to approach you sometimes but he’s slowly getting more and more used to your relaxed expression.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!

#nahoya x reader #smiley x reader #nahoya headcanons #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokyorev #hanma hcs #hanma shuji x reader #hanma fluff #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro headcanons #shinichiro scenarios #tokyo revengers imagines

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seraphinitegames · 2 years

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The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 01/June/2022

I know for those who might not have seen my update last week that you're probably thinking this update is super early! That's because it's the Jubilee long Bank Holiday weekend here in the UK, so I wanted to get this out before that short break!

As well as get very happy about the fact Chapter 13's writing is complete! :D

It still needs editing, but I tend to do better at leaving editing for a bit before doing it. Coming back with fresh eyes to it definitely means I'm more effective, as well as giving my brain time to work on how I want to rewrite certain bits!

But it was also an awesome chapter as I finally got to reveal Nate/Nat's long awaited [Redacted] endearment for the MC! We got in contact with a really lovely translator, who not only confirmed what I was hoping to use, but she was kind enough to offer other options as well! One of them had me really torn and almost changing my mind, but I ended up sticking with the original as it's become so much a part of N's character for me now.

I’m working on some editing on Chapter 8 for SpunkyCat today. So close to sorting out all the mess for that chapter! It's a real struggle to get through it, but the end is in sight!

So when I get back next Monday, it means I'll be straight onto Chapter 14! Aahhh!!

Chapter 14 is a big one again. It's pretty much 4/5 different versions of it because it is the 'date' chapter with each love interest...Been looking forward to writing these scenes for a very loooong time!

Social media days will also be the week I get back, but I have gone ahead and scheduled in some of the Character Q&A asks for Patreon for the weekdays.

I hope you all have the most fantastic time! We'll be offline, so I'll update you all again on the Friday I get back! <3

#the wayhaven chronicles #update #progress report #book three #patreon

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araneitela · 1 month

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AHHHH you're back!! this makes me so happy because i loved coming across your breakdown of her trailer and then sad when seeing you had left. i just really love kafka and i loved reading your opinions on her! so i've been meaning to ask you about something that i hope you don't mind! but what do you think about her path being nihility? i was reading into ix and found that they are tied or represented by laziness, meaningless behavior, and was kinda surprised. do you think that ties in with her? hope you don't mind this! have an awesome weekend!!

Smiling from ear to ear?! // Unprompted asks.

Oh my goodness, this is literally one of the most heartwarming things to receive (and in my case, I got to wake up to it) and so I'm really, genuinely smiling from ear to ear over here. This is one of my favorite things, and it's been years. I'm thrilled that the little meta about her trailer found its way into her tag, because I've enjoyed feedback, even if it's criticism. I live for people trying to poke holes in my logic (to see if it stays upright, as I endeavor to be as canon-strict as possible), or to simply add to it. But I'll also say that I'm the first to plead guilty to praise, who does it not improve the mood of significantly, honestly? But truly, I'm honored that you found details in it that piqued your interest, resonated with you, or even had you look into her with a bit of a specific eye; that's why I do it. And also, character analysis is part of the joy of writing for me, after all! So thank you for this, and choosing to come to me with this, my gratitude is endless! As for your question, forgive me, because I need to give a little bit of background (or scroll down to find my bit about Kafka, I'm just in a rambling mood lately):

Sad as I am to admit it the paths in HSR are not quite as high in lore accuracy as for example, Genshin Impact's visions, are. Where visions are directly tied to a character's ambitions, drive(s) and/or passions and are thus heavily tied to their personalities and actions; paths are a little less simple, as there seems to have much more of a gameplay (the 'type' of RPG role, things like DPS, debuffer, healer, and so forth) tied to them, that counters lore to a degree. Keep reading though, as I have opinions! A good example of this for starters is Jing Yuan, he was given the path of the Hunt (and from the wiki: "Those who follow the "Hunt" Path admire determination, ruthlessness, and tenacious behavior") but his gameplay fits into Erudition's gameplay role perfectly (which is explained as follows on the same page: "Deals remarkable amounts of multi-target damage. The main damage dealer against groups of enemies") though I would also argue that his personality seems to befit Erudition much more as well (again, as per the same page: "Those who follow the "Erudition" Path admire thinking, logic, and strategic behavior"), though I don't write him, so I do not proclaim to be an expert by any means. But in essence, the difficult part becomes the fact that there can be a mismatch between a character's lore and their gameplay, which will often account for a bit of a discrepancy. I also believe some characters have been tied to a specific path, but it seems more likely from a lore standpoint, that they would be part of another but it is still unplayable. So yes, MiHoyo has made this a little complicated, for it doesn't seem common that lore and gameplay overlap one another in terms of paths.

However, I'm not someone who likes to just write off the concept of 'for gameplay purposes' too easy, I'll over-analyze before I simply dismiss anything. Now it's worthy to note that I've been away from HSR for quite some months now, and am not caught up with the story, so take what I say with a grain of salt, and anyone's always free to add to this, or help elaborate!

I wonder how the narrative paths (can?) influence each other. To keep up with Jing Yuan as an example, does he pray to Lan so that he keeps these 'Lightning Lord' powers that he has? To what extent do you need to follow a path to gain any of the powers tied to it? Do you simply take its tenets and 'hold them in your heart', do you progress your faith and live out its virtues in any capacity? Does this then vary from person to person, is it different across each path, because it depends on the temperment of the Aeon tied to it? Or does it go beyond that, and there is inherently a tie to its beliefs that stems from your heart or belief? If we're speaking of how human beings work and their nuances, nothing states that you couldn't 'pledge' yourself to one path, while still adhering to virtues and tenets of another, they simply wouldn't overshadow the former. Yep, it's complicated.

As for Kafka and Nihility/IX. Yes! I do think it ties in with her perfectly. See, while IX's description ("Those who follow the "Nihility" Path admire laziness, exhaustion, and meaningless behavior") is very clear in its message, we need to keep in mind that there are actually primarily two approaches to the concept of Nihilism as a whole. One is simply admitting defeat and falling into the belief system where one believes, just like IX, that all existence is meaningless and so there's no value in life to speak of, so why live? But then if you look into the factions tied to Nihility, you can see the Doctors of Chaos and their caption says the following: "Ponderers who inadvertently encountered the Nihility. They attempt to resist the destiny of Nihility, and try to prove to the Aeon of Nihility the meaning behind the existence of all things." And this matches with what you read when you first meet IX in the Simulated Universe, where you're presented with two options to proceed:

1: You can hate that life has no meaning, turning inwards, sink into gloom and eventually become a Self-Annihilator of sorts, which is kind of, basically, the equivalent of the antimatter legion for IX. 2. You create your own meaning in life. IX presents a belief that there is no meaning, but that does not mean that you inherently need to believe the same thing, and so you find your own significance and value in life. And this seems to be paramount to all of the characters that follow Nihility to one degree or another, including Kafka. For starters, let me remind you of some lines from her SQ to prove it:

Trailblazer: Are you sure you don't follow the Aeon of Nihility? Kafka: Do I sound that negative? No. We believe that existence has meaning, but that meaning is bestowed by ourselves, not by choices.

Kafka's entire involvement in the Stellaron Hunters originates from the fact that she seeks to feel what she's never felt: fear. And this is something that, arguably, makes people value life more than anything: knowing that it's precious, fragile and fleeting. Kafka makes an immeasurable amount of references to choice (and is surprised when it indeed counters 'fate'), and then also vulnerability, which is so tightly tied to the concept of something being able to be lost (something as seemingly trivial as the coats that she collects). You don't need fear to understand the concept of importance, or value, but it inherently strengthens it. But if you wanted a stronger motivation behind it: look at how ardently she follows Elio's script, and it's because he promised her that in the future he chose, she would have what she seeks. Is that not passion within itself? Is fighting and being part of something entirely blindly, not inherently the strongest evidence of craving, a longing for something? And is that not vehemently human? Is that not... the meaning of life itself?

#[ answered: ooc. ] apologies for interrupting your little get-together. but I’m sure once you’ve heard my request; you’ll forgive me.#[ this is SO MUCH LONGER than i intended for it to be and i'm /so sorry/. ]#[ i'm also gonna add this to my little tag-- ]#[ meta. ] the mara's tether is firmly in her grasp. she will not pull upon it before the designated time; nor shall she relinquish it.#[ because i don't know how i couldn't. ]#[ thank you again! truly! this was greatly appreciated and I'm thriving! ]#[ literally i've been thriving in both discord meta and here; i just love you guys. i really do. ]#[ have a wonderful day/night; whoever you are! may you have an amazing weekend as well! ]

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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little situation | part 14.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader, peter parker x black!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“Aunt May! I brought over someone else besides Ned, I hope it’s alright,” Peter called into his apartment.

“It’s probably not as big as the compound but it’s home.”

“I lived in a cell for a good chunk of my life, nothing’s too small.”

You didn’t want Peter to feel like just because you came from the Avengers’ lifestyle that you were some stuck up.

“Oh, of course, Peter. That’s fin— Oh, hello, you’re a girl.” Aunt May came from around the corner making Peter groan again.

“Hi, I’m Sarah Rogers. It’s nice to meet you Ms. Parker.”

“Please, just call me May… Sarah Rogers? As in—”

“Yes, May! We’re just going to hang out in my room until her ride gets here,” Peter cut her off.

While Peter pushed you and Ned towards his room, he caught the look of May.

“She’s cute,” May mouthed.

“Friend. I just met her.”

“I’m just saying.”

May and Peter communicated in various facial expressions and mouthing words until he couldn’t see May anymore and you, he, and Ned were down the hall. There was nothing better to do while you waited but homework. Peter let you take the desk chair while he and Ned sat on the bottom bunk of his bed.

“Do you two mind if I put on music? I work better with music,” you looked up from the math textbook.

Ned and Peter shrugged.

“What do you listen to?”

“Honestly our house listens to a lot of jazz. Two out of four of us are from World War II.”

“Well, at least it won’t be distracting.”

You turned up the music on your phone and set it down on the desk while the three of you kept working. Once you finished, you checked your phone and still didn’t see any text from Happy or Tony. You watched Ned and Peter until they finished doing their own work.

“So…”

You didn’t know what to say. You never had friends your age before. Plus, Peter and Ned seemed so close that you weren’t sure if you would impose by saying the wrong thing. The two boys looked over at you and suddenly you felt the rest of Peter’s room was more interesting.

“Is that a Rubik’s Cube?”

You walked over to the drawer that it was laying on top of about to grab it when you stopped.

“Oh, can I?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

You grabbed it and returned back to the desk chair. Fingers moving at rapid speed, you listened to Ned and Peter talk. You held up a solved Rubik’s Cube in accomplishment.

“You’ve heard us talk all week, what about you?” Ned asked.

“What about me?”

“Who is Sarah Rogers?” Ned asked all serious that made you laugh. You threw him the Rubik’s Cube and spun in the chair before stopping, facing them again.

“Hmmm. Sarah Rogers. Um, I’m a super-soldier baby, deaf, colorblind but only with blue and purple. Engineering is one of my favorite academics. Favorite color is (f/c), I love Disney. Oh, I like to draw… I can teach you how to snap a man’s neck?”

“Awesome,” both boys said at the same time.

“Yeah?” You felt the corners of your mouth lift up. “So what exactly are these lego sets we’re doing this weekend?”

Ned began to go into a tirade about them and how he and Peter save up to buy sets. You were amazed to find out how expensive they could be. Peter pulled out a few of the sets that were kept at his house. Most were kept at Ned’s since he had more space.

“We were gonna get a new set for Sunday, we just finished saving up for another one. You wanna pick?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You guys saved up a lot… I don’t want to pick one you don’t like.”

“That’s the beauty, the goal’s to build them all at some point.”

Peter pulled up the sets in their price range and called you over. They scooted over so you could sit on the bed and flip through. You bit your lip nervously as your eyes landed on the one you wanted.

“Which one?” Peter pulled his phone out of your head. “Steamboat Willie? You really do like Disney.”

“We don’t have to go with that one. I’ll pi—”

“Looks cool enough,” Ned said as he peered over Peter’s shoulder. “I’ll pick it up. Just text us when you want to come over on Sunday and I’ll bring it.”

“Knock, knock,” Aunt May said as she stood in the doorway. “Sarah? A Happy is here for you.”

“Happy! Thank you for letting me come over, May.”

“No problem sweetie, anytime really.”

You turned to your new friends.

“I like hanging out with you two. I’ll see you Sunday. Catch you later, Ned, Peter Parker.”

You greeted Happy at the door. He was holding an apology burger and milkshake courtesy of Tony. You gave a final wave goodbye and left with the big bodyguard for the drive back to the compound.

You wished Steve was here but he was still on a mission. Bucky and Natasha had come back from their separate mission so they were accompanying you along with Tony and Sharon who was now S.H.I.E.L.D’s plug with the CIA. Everyone wanted to wait till Steve got back but the UN wasn’t having it. S.H.I.E.L.D. had a sneaking suspicion that they were up to something and this was just the start but there wasn’t much they could do.

“Why do I have to straighten my hair?” You asked as you sat in the salon chair while on the phone with Sam and Steve.

“I don’t know, the PR team said it was best you do.” Steve shrugged and looked at Sam.

“It makes you seem more ‘presentable’ is what they want to say.”

“Presentable?”

“They think our hair’s not suitable for the workplace. A lot of those country leaders and diplomats at your UN meeting aren’t black. PR wants you to appeal to the masses, you’ve already got the blonde hair America’s darling thing going. They want to place you as close to whiteness and Steve as they can… yeah, I know. Unfair, sweetheart, I know.”

You frowned but continued to let the salon lady straighten your hair. You appreciated that Sam was always blunt with things you and Steve didn’t understand. He truly was there for the two of you.

“Dheaidí, can you braid my hair when you get home? Like the ones that Howard girl did?”

“Um, I can try, Babydoll.”

Sam chuckled already knowing the gears turning in Steve’s head as he tried to figure out how many tutorials it would take him to figure it out. You could’ve found someone to do it for sure but you really wanted some time with Steve.

“I wish you two were here.”

“We do too but we couldn’t cut the mission shorter than tomorrow. We’ll see you after the meeting though, we promise. But you’ve got Aunt Nat, Uncle Tony and Buck. You’ll be fine sweetheart, it’s just a little meeting think of it like a parent-teacher conference… What are we going to do if they schedule a parent-teacher conference when we’re on missions?”

Steve started to focus on a different problem, overthinking once again.

“Babe,” Sam broke through Steve’s hyperfocus. “Bridge we’ll cross when we get there, okay. You’ll do just great, Sarah. Knock it out of the park, got it?”

“Got it. Dheaidí?”

“Yes?”

When’s the wedding?

Steve choked, leaving Sam a confused mess between your laughing and Steve’s blubbering. You hoped he wouldn’t try to learn sign language. There was something fun about being able to talk with Steve, Clint, and Bucky behind everyone else’s back… only in front of them.

Sarah.

Yes?

Sam and I… this is still new to me.

Steve shook his head. “Why am I talking with you about this?”

“Because I’m not a baby anymore.”

“Always my baby.”

But you two have been together since I was gone right? He’s already a part of the family.

“Let it go.”

I’m gonna be the flower girl, right?

“Don’t you have a hair appointment to finish. Bye, Sarah.”

“Bye, Dheaidí. Bye, Dad.”

You hopped out of the salon chair and looked at yourself in the mirror. The straight hair wasn’t bad. But it was a lot of work and with an Avenger lifestyle, you were almost positive it would be sweated out and it probably wasn’t for you. You exited the salon and into the black van waiting for you outside— the good thing about living in New York was that the UN headquarters was there and that’s where they chose to have your meeting. Tony, Bucky, Nat, and Sharon were already in the car along with the head of the Avengers’ PR team who was giving you last minute tips and prep.

“Don’t scare the poor girl,” Bucky said. “It wasn’t that bad, little doll. I’ll be up there with you anyway.”

Bucky was a stand-in for Steve as legal guardian. If it wasn’t him, it was going to be one of the other Avengers. They were all your pseudo-guardians. Bucky had a hand on your shoulder the whole time as you entered the UN floor. For the most part he was right, it wasn’t too bad. You got mainly sympathetic looks from the dignitaries in front of you.

It was time for a brief recess and you left the stand to stretch your legs while Bucky got you a water. You shook hands with more people you could count and accepted so many apologies and questions about your position on the Avengers— which Tony swooped in to answer most of those, including your unofficial status until you had a suit and a moniker… and your dad actually let you go on missions.

“Miss Rogers, I’m King T’Chaka and this is my son Prince T’Challa,” an older gentleman said as he shook your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“We are utterly sorry to hear all you’ve been put through at such a young age. If you would like, for both you and Sergeant Barnes, Wakanda would be glad to help.”

“Wakanda?” Your brain scrambled for where you had heard that before. “Oh, vibranium like my dad’s shield.”

“Yes,” T’Challa chuckled. “We’re a little more than meets the eye. Feel free to visit at any time, we find the fresh air of our country can be very beneficial. Work miracles almost.”

T’Challa shared a knowing look with his father. You didn’t have time to ask more questions before they called you back to finish speaking. Bucky intercepted a question about the Avengers taking responsibility for collateral damages when events such as Sokovia happened.

“With all due respect, that’s a question for Captain Rogers not his daughter. And we’re trying to figure out how to save the world with less damage which aside from bigger cases, we’ve managed to do pretty well. Once again we do apologize for damage caused to Sokovia and have been working closely with the city to continue repairing damages. If there are no other questions for Sarah, we would like to wrap this up. She does have homework she has to finish.”

That earned a small laugh from everyone on the floor. Bucky nodded to one reporter who stuck his pen up for the last question. The man stood up and flipped open his notepad to read off his question.

“This is actually in regards to both Sergeant Barnes and Miss Rogers about your time in HYDRA.”

“Yes?”

“How do we know that you are working for the Avengers? That this isn’t some HYDRA scheme?”

“Well, I suppose we��”

“For instance if an agent were to come in, you wouldn’t turn on us?”

“Both Sarah and I have no positive affiliation with HYDR—”

“Not even if they were to say Longing. Rusted.”

You and Bucky both froze like deers in headlights. Bucky recovered first and ripped your hearing aids out to at least try and save you while Nat ran from her spot in the back of the room to stop the reporter. But it didn’t matter because the reporter’s pre-recorded voice came over the loudspeaker and no matter how much you covered your ears you and Bucky could still hear it.

“FRIDAY, locate the source and shut it off!” Tony commanded.

“On it, Mr. Stark.” The A.I’s voice came through.

“Benign. Homecoming.”

You and Bucky tried to run.

“One. Freight Car.”

Both of you stood still in your tracks while the other Avengers yelled for people to run while it was oddly silent. The crackle of the pre-recorded voice came back over the speakers with your instructions. You and Bucky pushed past everyone. Bucky picked up the reporter while you attacked anyone who got in the way. You entered a hallway, Bucky twisting the door so it stayed locked. The reporter asked you questions that whether you wanted to or not, you both were answering. There was pounding at the door, attempts by the Avengers to get you out.

“You’ll get me to safety and where I need to go. Now, Soldat. 001.”

You ripped the door off of the handle and threw it at Tony. Bucky set the reporter down and picked you up, throwing you into Nat and Sharon. The Avengers had never seen you fight before and not as a tag team with Bucky— although, right now, this was not exactly where they’d be wanting to see you two in action.

Someone in a catsuit had also appeared to stop the fighting. Bucky ran with the reporter, fighting off anyone that stopped him, while you tried to distract and hold the others back. He succeeded in getting the reporter to a helicopter and starting it up before he turned back around— even under programming, Bucky always came back for you. He almost twisted the man in the catsuit’s arm behind his back when he saw him corner you.

“We’re gonna have to shoot,” Everett Ross said.

“Are you crazy?” Tony started, much to the agreement of others.

Tony hadn’t packed his whole suit but he did have the glove. It formed around his hand and Tony hesitated for a split second before coming after you and hitting you in the temple with the glove.

“Sorry, G.I.”

You stumbled back and Bucky’s attention was immediately focused on Tony who was now backing up. Your head was spinning as you came to your senses. You blinked a couple times and looked to see Bucky stalking towards Tony. You ran in front of him.

“Uncle Jamie, I’m okay.”

You snaked a hand up to his temple, knowing you could get away with it as he assessed that you weren’t injured. You hit him as hard as Tony had hit you and he stumbled back but also came to his senses. Bucky looked around to see everyone but the two of you almost out of breath.

“What did we do?”

“Honestly, we’re not sure yet. We’re trying to figure out who that reporter was and how the hell he slipped through the cracks.”

“He’s HYDRA,” you said, dryly. “They always find a way to slip through the cracks… who’s he?”

Everyone turned to see King T’Chaka coming up behind the man in the sleek black catsuit. He removed his helmet and you were surprised to see Prince T’Challa. So this was what the two of them meant when they said Wakanda was more than meets the eye. The king approached you and Bucky.

“Miss Rogers, Sergeant Barnes… it is hard to explain but we strongly suggest that you take up our offer. For the safety of everyone and our Avengers, we think we can help with your programming problem.”

Bucky was all for it. He had enough of HYDRA’s control on him but he sensed your hesitation.

What’s wrong, little doll?

“I just started school… I was starting to enjoy my life.”

T’Challa spoke up.

“Maybe for the weekends? It would take longer, maybe two months instead of one. But I don’t think we want to disrupt and upset Miss Rogers’ life any more, Baba. Does that work for you?”

“I think we should talk with Steve,” Bucky took over the guardian role again. “But that seems like it might be best for the two of us.”

T’Challa and his father nodded, leaving contacts with Bucky, and then left before anyone else on the UN floor could spot T’Challa in his suit. You and Bucky went back to the UN floor for a final statement that no one was truly paying attention to. They didn’t need it, everyone had witnessed firsthand the damage HYDRA had inflicted on the two of you. You were quickly ushered into the van to head back home.

“Shit,” Tony muttered as he put his phone down. “The helicopter was ditched as soon as he could. We’ve lost the guy.”

“He’ll show up again eventually, they always do.”

“What did he want from you two? What was he asking you in that hallway?”

You and Bucky couldn’t remember to save your lives.

“Doesn’t matter. He probably wants what all of HYDRA wants,” Nat said. “Why the long face, kiddo?”

“Can we dance when we get home?”

Nat nodded. Your question answering hers. The van stayed quiet for your sake, understanding you felt like crap after everything. HYDRA had that control over you. Being born under them, it was always harder for you to shake off a spell than it was for Bucky. He would go straight to the moping stage but you usually spent a few hours in the stages of guilt and fear. You pulled out your phone and texted Ned and Peter in your newly formed group chat, Two Weirdos and Rogers.

Favorite Avenger: Guys, can we reschedule to Monday? I don’t think I’m feeling the weekend anymore.

Mastermind (Ned): No problem, are you okay?

The Awkward One (Peter): Are you okay? We saw what happened.

Favorite Avenger: It’s already on the news?!

The Awkward One: Yeah… but no one’s saying anything bad.

Favorite Avenger: whatever, can we do Monday after school?

Mastermind: P and I have decathlon after school but if you’re cool waiting till after that.

Favorite Avenger: Yeah, sounds fine.

The Awkward One: are you sure you’ll be okay?

Favorite Avenger: yeah, I’ll be fine. See you guys Monday

Sam and Steve came back from their mission to see you and Bucky laying on the floor of your living room, with face masks, foot masks, hand masks, and two candles between you. Sam snapped a picture on his phone before either one of them stepped further into the room. As if he wasn’t going to use this as blackmail against Barnes later.

“We’re back, Babydoll… and we picked up the braiding hair.”

You held up a hand since you couldn’t speak with the mask on. You signed to Steve that it would take ten more minutes before you could move so the two men left you and Bucky on the living room floor. For Sam, the new scent in the house was a lot. For Steve and Bucky it was downright overwhelming but you had made the whole house smell like (favorite scent) thanks to your candles.

“Is your niece like this, too?” Steve asked Sam, half-joking.

Once the self-care was over, you called Steve out of his room and into the living room. He laid out everything and took a deep breath. He laughed at himself a little. He could jump out of planes without a parachute but had to mentally hype himself for braiding your hair. Steve sighed after starting over on the first braid for the fifth time. Sam entered the area after hearing Steve yell in frustration.

“You good?”

“He’s struggling,” you said, not taking your eyes from your phone where you were texting Ned and Peter.

“She made it look so easy, but I’m sorry. Gripping and making the separate pieces is not easy,” he yelled back at the video on the laptop resting on the couch.

“Move.”

Sam walked over and Steve gladly moved out of the way. He watched as Sam split the hair and started working. He sulked into the kitchen when it became apparent that Sam could braid it no problem. You set your phone down, it was too hard to concentrate with your head moving about, and turned on the TV.

Bucky came back from a sparring session with Nat and Pietro— they wanted to teach him skills past just being fast. He smirked when he saw the scene, Sam braiding your hair while Steve sprawled out on the couch invested in the movie and very occasionally feeding Sam popcorn.

“How domestic,” Bucky fake swooned. “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes open up a salon. Ever think about quitting your day job, Wilson?”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“Keep laughing but I got a picture of you and Sarah with those mud masks on.”

Sam held up his phone in satisfaction. Bucky stepped closer and Sam threw the phone at him.

“Go ahead and delete it. Already sent it to the whole team… shouldn’t have called me a bird-brain,” Sam smiled proud of himself.

“Steve, get your boyfriend.”

“Give it up, Uncle Jamie,” you sighed, making Sam and Steve laugh. “You done been caught.”

“… Man’s whole family gangs up on him, just not right.”

Bucky muttered as he stalked off. He came back after his shower like you all knew he would and sat down silently. Steve handed over his popcorn bowl which of course Bucky accepted.

“I’ll be late for dinner,” you said as the car pulled up to school. Since they were free, Steve and Sam could actually drop you off for once.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“Ned and Peter have their nerd decathlon practices right after school so we can’t start the Steamboat set till after that.”

“Steamboat set?”

“Yeah, Steamboat Willie. The lego set based on the Disney… we watched Fantasia last month? Never mind, Dheaidí. Dinner, I’ll be late. Happy already agreed to drive me home.”

“You got Happy in on your little plan?”

“… maybe…”

“How late are we talking?”

“Fifteen minutes? No more than twenty-five, promise. Bye!”

You ran out of the car and met up with Peter and Ned who were waiting for you up front. They complimented the new hair and you flipped it obnoxiously for effect.

“And she had the nerve to call them nerds. Has your daughter met herself?” Sam asked.

“At least she has friends?”

“At least she has friends.”

Both men chuckled as they watched you high-five the two boys and walk inside the building, throwing your arms around their shoulders.

(Part 15)...

#steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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l-lend · 1 year

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Another entry for Moto!Batch AU. Hunter, Crosshair, and Omega check out one of T-Bird's stunt shows.

Warning(s): mentions of past addiction,

Tagging: @kelpiesummer @ghostlythunderbird

The smell of burning rubber and the grease of questionable clawed its way to into the nostrils of anyone within a five mile radius of the fair grounds. A gathering crowd mixed with locals from the suburban sprawl looking for a bit of high octane excitement. They crammed in like sardines as they eagerly awaited the event.

“Can we sit up front?” A blonde haired teen asked her chaperones earning a dismissive sneer from the taller of the two.

“We’ll see what we can do.” Hunter replied offering a wave to a familiar face in the crowd. The woman who caught his glance returned the wave and began weaving her way through the onlookers. Her dark hair meticulously gathered into a messy bun.

“Glad you could make it,” Siren greeted, her gaze was drawn to the child at Hunter’s side, “and who’re you?”

“This is Omega. She-”

“I’m their sister.” Omega spoke up, causing Siren’s smile to grow.

“Ah, well I guess you’re used to getting primo access when your brothers race huh.”

Omega offered a shrug, “I guess. Mostly it’s the trailer on race day while Tech runs through homework with me.”

“Hmm, well if Hunter doesn’t mind, I can show you around a bit. My stunt rider will be on in a bit.”

Hunter gave a half hearted roll of his eyes. Omega’s eyes were glued to him. His sensitive hearing could already pick up the beginnings of a high pitched drawn out please.

Hunter sighed through his nose, “Alright,” He relented, earning a giddy grin from the girl, “but I’ll be coming along too. Might as well meet the rest of your crew while I’m able.”

“Excellent, most of them should still be by the trailer.” Siren replied before leveling her gaze to the surly rider, “Will you be joining us?”

Crosshair’s stony gaze gave Siren all the answer she needed.

“Oookay, so I can take you guys back now if you want.”

“These are awesome!”

T-Bird cracked a grin as she looked up from her bike. The sound of tools pinging together drew both of their attention.

T-Bird huffed a ghost of a laugh at seeing the flutter of the maintenance curtain.

“I wouldn’t take it personal. Nessie doesn’t do new people too much.”

“We’re…still working with her on that.” Siren chimed in.

“T-Bird, everything all ready to go?”

“Yep, but I always got time for a fan.”

“This is Omega, and you remember Hunter.”

T-Bird gave him a nod before focusing her attention on Omega, “So do you ride too?”

“Not professionally, no, but Hunter says once I’m done with school I could race on weekends when I’m in college.”

“If you keep your grades up.” Hunter butted in, “I’m interested to see you in action, T-Bird.”

“I’ll be sure to put on a good show.”

The curtain rustled again from the corner of T-Bird’s eye. However, another member of the crew popped an earbud out of her ear.

“Kelpie. Just the person I wanted to see.” T-Bird greeted, “You get the merch table set up?”

“Even got the new designs I printed this morning.”

T-Bird’s smile widened, “You know, it’d be a shame if someone wasn’t testing out our stuff.” She turned her gaze back to Omega and then back to Siren, “If it’s cool with you, I’m buying whatever the kid wants at our merch table.”

“Really?!”

“That’s kind of you.”

T-Bird offered a shrug, “Consider it an apology for me acting out during the meeting.”

Crosshair had chosen a seat near the end of the stands to keep his distance from the locals who were biding their time by inhaling some deep fried something. One of his brothers would feel right at home among them. The sharp tang of cigarette smoke wafted into his nose, and he inhaled deeply.

How long had it been? Omega was about 10 now, and she became of permanent house guest after her 7th birthday. His hand ferreted around in his pocket before producing a substitute that helped whenever a craving hit. The whisper of the pack sliding open was drowned out by the crowd chatter as he plucked up the slender piece of wood to perch between his teeth. He slouched in his seat as he waited for the show to begin.

The announcement system buzzed to life and began to welcome everyone to the stunt show. Hunter and Omega eventually made their way back to their seats. However, upon his sister's return Crosshair nearly dropped his toothpick.

“What. Are you wearing?”

“T-Bird let me have some merch, pretty cool right?”

The girl was completely decked out: shirt, hat, a lanyard around her neck. All with the stunt biker's logo plastered all over. Crosshair's lips formed a hard line.

“Spectacular.” He replied with a roll of his eyes.

#moto!batch au #tbb crosshair #crosshair x oc #crosshair #hunter #omega

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bohnsky · 4 months

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Thank you @avida-heidia-5 for making this and thank you @checolate-bar for tagging me :D

1. Who or what got you into F1?

Okay, hear me out. Insta reels in early 2023. For some reason, my insta algorithm decided that I want to see F1 content. It started with clips from races and driver memes. Then insta showed me Charles Leclerc and here we are now.

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

Charles Leclerc was the first driver I supported and I still do. He made me a Ferrari fan (thanks for that Charles). He is no longer my favorite driver, but he’s still up there. I still believe that he’s one of the best human beings to wander the earth.

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

My favorite current driver is Alex Albon. He is just one of the people you simply can’t not like.

But I have to admit, my all time favorite driver is Sebastian Vettel. He is just such an awesome person in every aspect of life. An outstanding driver, and human.

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

There are a bunch that I like, but at the top of the list are Lance Stroll and Fernando Alonso. Everything about them just fits. With Nando being the war criminal who suddenly decides to be nice to his new teammate, and Lance’s (Estie) Bestie hating Nando, and the two of them just living in their own little bubble, not caring about the rest of the world. Idk, they make me happy.

But Sergio Perez and Max Verstappen are very close. Even though they constantly break my heart. I wish I could have witnessed the 2021 season just to see their peak together, to see how thankful Max was for everything that Checo has done for him.

There is no Brasil 22 in Ba Sing Se.

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

My brother likes McLaren, especially Lando Norris. But he’s not interested enough to watch the races, he just watches the highlights.

The rest of my family hate that I like F1, because it takes up the whole weekend. But they sometimes talk about Michael Schumacher and a few of the other German drivers they know.

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

I’m fairly new and am too busy to watch a lot of the older races, so I have to go with Singapore 23. Just because Carlos won with the highest IQ ever and it was perfect.

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

As a more or less passionate sim driver, I gotta go with which circuits are in my opinion the most fun to drive. I haven’t driven all of the circuits yet, but the ones I currently like the most are Monza and Red Bull Ring.

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

I haven’t, too expensive. But there are three circuits relatively close to where I live, so if I ever win the lotto, I’ll probably visit the Red Bull Ring or Zandvoort.

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

I have not. But Alex did a meet and greet in Bangkok a week after I was there. You can imagine how sad I was.

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

Not really. I love that the current ones are relatively safe, compared to the older ones.

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

That’s got to be Pierre Gasly.

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

A bunch to be honest. Here are some of my favorites:

“Everybody is a Ferrari fan. Even if they’re not, they are a Ferrari fan. Even if you go to the Mercedes guys. Even if they say ‘Oh yeah, Mercedes is the greatest brand in the world.’ They are a Ferrari fan.”-Sebastian Vettel

“Mein Gott, muss das sein? So ein Scheiß aber auch!“-Sebastian Vettel

“GEORGE!!!!”-Alex Albon

“What’s a meme? Ah mehmehs.”-Sergio Perez

“He’s pretty impressive for an old guy.”-Lance Stroll

“I am stupid”-Charles Leclerc

“Nothing just an inchident.”-Charles Leclerc

“I don’t think anymore. I’ve stopped thinking a long time ago.”-Charles Leclerc

“I don’t wanna mature, I’m happy where I am.”-Lando Norris

“Soy lago.”-Lando Norris

“It’s bwoken! It’s bwoken!”-Lando Norris

“You son of… your mother.”-Carlos Sainz

“I’m a high performance athlete. Athlete’s sweat. Sweat baby. Kikiki rah sweat sweat.”

“Perfect weather… for a duck.”-Valtteri Bottas

“I’m hanging here like a cow.”-Nico Hülkenberg

“I was having a shit.”-Kimi Raikkönen

“FOR WHAT?!”-Kimi Raikkönen

I’m just gonna stop here, otherwise I’m never going to finish this.

I’m tagging you @mo0nchhild :D

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #tagging game

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timaeusterrored · 1 year

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If you take writing suggestions, I have one for you. I've been obsessed with the idea of Ker taking Venus and Vax on a summer road/camping trip. {Maybe even dragging Vex along to help her de-stress from the city life.}💕

[oh my fucking god I had started writing this so happy with it and tumblr glitched and deleted the whole fucking thing😭]

Anyway, I love writing requests and headcanon asks and will always ask so please never hesitate to ask!

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“You, Kerry Eurodyne, want to go on a road trip?” Vax asked, sipping his coffee. Venus was sound asleep on his back. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

Kerry huffed, fixing his bracelets and pulled on his vest. “Yes, I do. It could be fun! Invite Vex even! Come on, baby.” Kerry said, smiling when Venus lifted his head at the commotion.

“I’m down for a road trip, I’ve never met your sister.” Venus stated sleepily, bumping his head with Vax’s.

“You don’t count, you love anything that gets you out of the city for an extended period of time. Kerry has been kidnapped and replaced with a clone that likes road-trips all of the sudden.”

Kerry glared at him, leaning on the counter. “You know you want too. It’ll be fun.” Kerry hummed. “And a great chance for me to get to know my sister in law and for Venus to meet her.”

“This feels like another plan to get me and Vex talking again… but fine. I’ll call her.” Vax huffed, knowing he’d do anything for his husband. Kerry grinned, walking around to kiss him and Venus.

“You’re a doll, thank you.” He said softly, heading out for the day.

Vax and Venus were loading up the Beast when Vex pulled into the Villa. V waved his sister closer so he could grab her bags and Venus went to greet her. V shut the back of the Beast once her bags were in and the side door to the Villa closed.

“Beast is packed, all parties are present. Ready to roll, boss?” V asked, leaned against the side, rubbing some dirt off the trans flag on the back.

“Villa is locked and everything is ready.” Kerry hummed with a smile, pressing a kiss to V’s lips. “Thank you for this.” He said softly.

“Of course.” V smiled back, looking over at their partner and sister. “Alright kiddos! Let’s go!” V called, Vex opening her mouth to remind V that she was five minutes older and not a kiddo. Kerry just smiled and got into the passenger seat.

The ride was surprisingly peaceful, Kerry let V play his chill music (Pacific Dreams 88.9) and held his thigh as he drove. Venus and Vex talked in the back, about their vastly different backgrounds. Venus seemed genuinely interested in her time at Arasaka while Vex was interested in Venus’s life as a nomad. He had to admit, this was nice. It was needed.

When they got to the campsite, Kerry was out first. The man stretched and came around to greet V with a smile. Like he knew he had won and got the twins out of the city for a weekend.

“You’re a tricky bastard, you know that?” V asked, pulling him closer and smothering him with kisses.

“Yeah yeah, I know when you need a break. I win.” Kerry grinned, capturing his lips with a hum.

Venus was more than happy to help V set up the campsite while Vex and Kerry caught up, watching the two set up. It was odd, he’d admit, to see his sister interacting with Kerry and Venus. He never expected her to be back in his life.

“Where’s Vicky?” Vax asked once the sight was done and Venus was starting a fire, happy to be out in nature once again.

“With Mrs. Welles. She offered to watch her over the weekend.” Vax bit back a snarky response, reminding himself that it wasn’t necessary. That Mama Welles probably offered to take Victoria for the weekend.

“Hey lameos, come look at my awesome fire.” Venus stood, brushing the dirt off his hands and pants. Sometimes, V forgot that Venus was a nomad through and through. With his pretty outfits and lingerie traded for cargo pants and protective shirts and dirt on his hands and knees. They looked so happy to be out and about.

The four settled around the fire, Venus settling in Kerry’s side around the fire. V sat with his sister, rubbing his face. He was exhausted from driving all day.

“Oooo wait!” Venus hopped up and ran back to the Beast, coming back with a cooler. Probably full of beer if V had to guess. He was right. Vex happily took on, as well as V and Kerry. Venus settled once again and V looked up at the stars.

“Orion.” He pointed up, his companions all looking up to see. Kerry couldn’t stop the small smile from forming at V’s excitement over seeing stars again.

“Sirius.” Kerry said suddenly, pointing. V’s face lit up and Kerry took a swig of his beer.

“What? I listen to you.” Kerry hummed, holding Venus closer with a satisfied smile.

Vex turned in a little bit later, claiming she was tired. The boys waved goodnight to her and V joined his partners. Kerry leaned into his side, the three still watching the stars.

“A shooting star.” Venus whispered with a smile. “Make a wish.” They looked up at his boys.

“My wish came true already.” Kerry hummed, the words coming out so easily. V couldn’t stop his smile.

“Mine too.” V stated, Venus smiling at the answers.

“Damn. Mine did too.” He hummed, snuggling closer to them.

This was very needed.

#this was so much fun to write #except for the tumblr glitch but other than that!#I love them all so much #I hope this is how you imaged it!!!#asks #mutual ❤️#writing prompts #otp: it’s you it’s me it’s us

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Hi!! I love your writing! And I was wondering how you set a scene like the actual setting. I feel like my setting is always lacking and that the readers won’t understand the atmosphere i’m setting or wont know where the setting is taking place. Sorry if this makes no sense.

hey man, thank you so much, and so honored you're coming to me for writing advice 😂 tbh I also feel like I'm bad at setting a scene, so I suspect there's an element of underestimation on our parts in terms how much detail the reader's capable of filling in on their own. I tend to start a lot my scenes with a bunch of dialogue or an action/thought, which doesn't always comment on when/where something's taking place, so I definitely feel your pain - there have for sure been times where I have to actively pick a place to insert that info as organically as I can. I will say I typically only spend a sentence or so on it, and if there's anything else I want to sneak in (what time of day it is, the lighting in the room, etc), I'll just keep weaving in bits as the scene goes on so it flows better. I'm also a fan of revealing the setting kind of secondarily while making the point of the sentence something else, like an action, so I'll put some examples of what I mean under the cut:

so this is the opening of a TKOF chapter and an example of a place where I've kind of folded the setting into something more exciting:

"Jughead was toweling off his hair, fresh out of what his trailer's abysmal water pressure rendered more a drizzle than a shower, when he heard the knock on the door.

He stiffened, arm suspended over his head. His eyes flicked to the reflection of his alarm clock in the mirror.

'1:47 AM' glowed back in a foreboding red.

Betty would've called. His dad was out of town for the weekend. None of the Serpents would've knocked that primly—there'd be yells if it was urgent or jeers if it wasn't. He swapped the towel in his hand for the baseball bat propped against his dresser and maneuvered his way to the door, taking care to move in the shadows."

so by the end of that you know he's at home in his trailer, it's late at night, the atmosphere is kind of tense, and the lighting is dark, but all of that is wrapped into an action (this mysterious knock) which makes it a little more dynamic, you know? I don't know if that makes any sense, but it's basically how I avoid a block of words that exists purely to describe a setting because I'm nowhere near interesting enough of a writer to make that engaging.

as for the other kind I'm describing where you have a bunch of dialogue followed by one dedicated setting sentence and then keep fleshing out the scene as you go, I have a few examples:

"Alright, so everyone's clear on the patrol schedule for the next few days?"

"Yep."

"Got it."

"Sweet Pea?"

"What?"

"You good on the schedule?"

"Why are you singling me out?"

"You know why."

"I was late like once!"

"You were late to this meeting."

"You're such a grinch, Topaz—where's your Christmas spirit?"

"About five seconds away from getting shoved up your ass."

"I could be into that."

"Be into punctuality instead."

"Lame."

"Byrdie, you're cool with covering transport for the weekend?"

"You know it."

"Great—Slash, Fangs, any questions about Sunday?"

"Nope."

"All set, T."

"Awesome, well, that's everything I had to go over. Jones?"

Jughead blinked, chin caught in the sling of his hands, dark stare dragging up from the spot it'd been fixed on for the past five minutes. A ring of faces stared back at him, uncertain and expectant, gathered around their token table at the White Wyrm for their weekly Serpents meeting, and Toni gave a tentative tilt of her head.

so you can see it takes forever to finally tell you where this is happening, but that quick little clause is enough context for a reader to start out with. a little later:

"Alright, you heard the man—meeting adjourned, get out of my face," she announced, waving a scattering hand at everyone. "Go enjoy the holidays."

The surrounding Serpents drew to their feet in a scuffle of chairs, breaking off into easy laughter and side conversations, the whimsical anticipation of Christmas Eve glittering like magic in the air, and Jughead's gaze slid right back to the same wall it'd been affixed to earlier.

now you know it's Christmas Eve. a few paragraphs down:

"He spun his bottle slowly against the table, the silence between them scored by the boozy din of the White Wyrm—billiard balls knocking into each other, raspy 60s protest rock, the velcro laugh of pack-a-day smokers."

so just adding a little more atmosphere - you can hear the room now, know it's an older crowd. then this way later:

"I still think it's worth looking into Penny Peabody," Toni ventured as if reading his mind, her musing voice luring him back to the smoky den of the White Wyrm. She took a swig of her beer as some scuffle over a bar tab kicked up in the background."

so now you know it's rowdy in there. later on I also have another character comment that all the Christmas decorations look cozy, so all this to say that you don't have to put a giant block of text telling the reader everything you want them to see in your space - it's okay to weave it in over time.

another example of this is the very first chapter, which I re-read the other day and realized I don't really set the scene until pretty far in. it starts like this:

"Ow."

"Sorry."

A silent beat.

"Ow."

"Jughead, you need to—"

"Ow!"

Veronica drew back with a sharp sigh, stare flicking ceilingward. "You need. To hold. Still."

"You need. To back. Off," Jughead countered, meeting her gaze with a harassed one of his own. He lifted a hand to swat away the needle hovering over his face and her brows snapped up in that cool, patronizing way of hers—the one that soundlessly carried a Hepburnian, 'Oh, do I?'

After a beat, she offered a simple shrug. "Okay."

He eyed her skeptically in the fluorescent light of the diner. It was never just 'okay' with Veronica. It was 'okay' and 'but also this is why you're going to do it my way'.

only a brief, indirect mention of the diner, which seems super thin/lazy but at that point is all I think you really need as a reader to be oriented. a few sentences later:

His jaw tightened a bit, stare averting a fraction to the window behind her. The inky nightscape of the Pop's parking lot was the same color as her eyes. He glanced at a neon pink sign for milkshakes instead, annoyed.

now you know it's nighttime.

a few paragraphs later:

"Some buried imagery, maybe? Metatextual acknowledgment of the fact that it's the middle of the night and I just finished a double shift and I don't actually have to do this for you?"

now you know it's really late. then even later:

"I—sorry," he offered after a beat, glancing down at his hands. He was sitting on a bar stool with the diner bar to his back, bent knees separating her upright frame from his. The position adjusted their comically lopsided heights so that for once, they were even. "What I meant was: can you please finish stitching me up?"

so now you know exactly where they are/how they're positioned relative to each other in the room. and personally I don't think it takes anything away by waiting till a beat that felt natural to sneak that in as opposed to doing it immediately.

now when I do have a specific setting that requires a little more detailed/traditional of a description, I usually try to give it an angle, like someone's seeing it for the first time and coming to a conclusion about it and all the details they're describing further their point. this is from another fic I wrote where a character walks into a lunatic neighbor's Christmas party and is totally shocked by how cozy it is:

"To be honest, Damon had expected pretty much anything from Kai's apartment.

Shaved baby doll heads on the walls. An exotic bird emporium. Furniture made out of human bones. A framed collage of Missing Children ads. An entire room of blinking furbies. Aliens. Dinosaurs. Whatever. What he hadn't expected was to walk into a friggin' HGTV Christmas special.

The place was decked the fuck out. Garland hung all over the living room, gold and glittering, accented with large, loopy red bows. A roaring fire was burning behind a string of brightly colored stockings, casting a warm glow over all the wool throws and cozy holiday pillows. A giant tree twinkled by the snowy bay window. Mistletoe winked from the doorways. Frank Sinatra was crooning about having a merry little Christmas.

And somehow, it was a hundred times more unsettling than the shaved baby doll heads would've been."

so rather than just saying he walked in and that's what he saw, it's framed by him being totally thrown by his surroundings, which makes all the details more intentional since they are fleshing out why he's thrown, nah mean?

SO ALL OF THIS TO SAY, I'm far from an expert on any of this but if I had to try and conceptualize my process, I guess this is it? for what it's worth? again, exposition/scenery is not my strength so take this with a grain of salt 😬 thanks for asking, though!

#writing #tkof #kind of?#honestly I have like five more asks about writing tips and I'm like Y'ALL ARE ASKING THE WRONG GIRL #my process is no process #I have no idea what I'm doing #but I will try to extrapolate trends!#and am honored!#reply

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