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starrvsn · 25 days
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౨ৎ BEWITCHED ⠆OSCAR PIASTRI 𖥻81 !
PAIRING ⠆singer-celeb!(oc)reader x oscar piastri, exes-to-lovers!au.
FACECLAIM ⠆laufey
ᵎᵎ EVERYTHING IS FICTION ㅤᵕ̈
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ynsannasource tweeted!
WHEN WAS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME Y/N AND OSCAR WERE TOGETHER WAY BACK WHEN ??????
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﹫daydrmer WAIT WHAT???
⤷ ﹫ynnation i thought this was common knowledge 😭
⤷ ﹫daydrmer common knowledge for who !? y/n has always been so private about her relationships
﹫ynluvbot only the real ones know 🤞🏽
﹫81piastri RUE WHEN WAS THIS ???
⤷ ﹫dwnuderpiastri before his F1 debut apparently
﹫lan4norris PLS i need to know what happened between them
﹫oskrttt81 omg why do i feel like he would listen to her music before races 😭
⤷ ﹫vrmvroomf1 me when im delusional
⤷ ﹫mcclarenboys4lyfe imagine his tech just playing her music over the radio during a race 😭
⤷ ﹫koalaop81 bro would have war flashbacks 😭😭
﹫magnolia.sanna yeah she def wrote songs about him
ynsannasource tweeted!
a little update on y/n and oscar! after ALOT of digging i found an archived post from oscars instagram.
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oscarpiastri my baby is so talented 🤍
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﹫f1goss the nosiest person award goes to 🏆
⤷ ﹫ynsannasource girl please you're a gossip page
⤷ ﹫f1goss got me with that...
﹫magnolia.sanna FUCK she had to have written at least half the album about him
⤷ ﹫livefastpiastri what love will do to you is definitely about him omg
﹫papaya.mclrn does anyone know why they broke up? or like how long they were together for?
⤷ ﹫prettiestyn apparently, this is what i heard at the time but they both had mutually agreed to part ways because y/n was gaining so much traction on her music career and oscar was beginning his f1 career that following year. especially since they were long distance for majority of their relationship a lot of people thought it was really straining them from doing what they wanted, not sure how long they were together for tho
⤷ ﹫dreamingofyn i think they were together almost 4 years
﹫pasteypiastri new oscar lore just dropped
﹫ferralforyn i love the oscar and yn crumbs
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ynsanna hi everyone! my single ‘dear soulmate’ is out now <3 listen in on where ever you stream your music, i love you all so much thank you for always supporting me mwah 🩷
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bewitchedluv babe wake up!!! new y/n single just dropped!!!
piastri81bakery OSCAR IN THE LIKES ??!
⤷ fan11 FUCK BROS LURKING
⤷ fan12 wonder how he feels being someone’s muse 😩
alex_albon loved the song!!
⤷ 23lexbon ALEX WHAT ARE YOU DOING HEREE ??
⤷ lilyhme﹫23lexbon i put him on hahah
⤷ lilyhme﹫alex_albon ....WAIT YOU LISTENED WITHOUT ME ????
landonorris guys-guys what happening to me *turns into a warewolf*
⤷ lan4norris oh! okay…
⤷ bestiepierre10 trying to steal pierre’s brand i see
⤷ pierregasly can't outdo the doer i fear
georgerussel63 the feelings i felt listening to this
⤷ logansargeant alex blasting this on full volume in the garage got everyone in their feels
⤷ lilyhme i know there had to be a mechanic that cried
feelsforf1 they way half the grid is here 😭
⤷ alex_albon i put them on what can i say ??
⤷ lilyhme NO i put them on, give me my flowers >:^(
⤷ ashmartini148 damn near everyone but oscar 😭
yndoll yeah this song is def about oscar
charles_leclarc collab ???
⤷ fan04 PLEASE THIS HAS TO HAPPEN
⤷ fan05 I CAN DIE IN PEACE IF IT DOES
⤷ fan06 this and oscar and yn getting back together will be enough for me
danielricciardo cried during my workout, thanks y/n !
⤷ lance_stroll no pain no gain 🦾
fan07 everything is slowly falling in place…
fan10 hope oscar listens to this and comes crawling back because i would
fan09 the feral need for them to get back together is crazy
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﹫ethunreal they way everyone is psychoanalyzing the song
⤷ ﹫starletyn what is there to analyze tho…. it is about him
﹫048122 yeah she’s so not over him like girl let him go
⤷ ﹫prettiestyn they split to focus on their careers like good for them but fuck i wouldn’t be over him too if i saw them everywhere
﹫mistyskies no because y/n was the reason i got into racing when she was with him during formula 2 and now he’s in f1 like it doesn’t feel right without her
﹫stellarf1 okay but the whole paddock under her comment section???
⤷ ﹫fan11 speaks volumes imo 👀
⤷ ﹫fan they def know about them being together
﹫yukipookie does he even have feelings for her still like… it’s giving one sided
⤷ ﹫sonnamyheart naw her music plays everywhere he def thinks about her
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ynsanna new location unlocked: monza! thank you for ferrari for inviting ❤️
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fan14 guess the collab will be happening
fan15 can literally smell a collab from the fourth slide
alex_albon it was so nice meeting you!
⤷ lilyhme criminal that you met her before i did
⤷ alex_albon i facetimed you and you didn’t answer… sounds like your fault
⤷ lilyhme blocked and deleted
estibestie we all know what this means right???
⤷ leclarc16wishes charles is on his way to steal oscars girl??
⤷ fan16 NO YN&OSCAR LOVE REDEMPTION
fan17 they had to have crossed paths PLS
landonorris no fair >:(( come to mclaren garage next time!
⤷ ynsanna invite?
⤷ fan12 SLY LANDO NORRIS
⤷ fan13 we all know what youre doing
georgerussell you’re lucky you make phenomenal music, it was lovely seeing you!
carlossainz55 y/n is so much prettier in person, muy bonita!
⤷ fan18 oscar is punching air i know it
⤷ fan19 yeaaa shoot ur shot carloss
francisca.cgomes please come to more races!!! i had an amazing time speaking with you
⤷ ynsanna we’ll have to see… but it was so lovely meeting you 🤍
fan20 oscar needs to do something asap before one of the others take her
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﹫fan21 OKAY ITS HAPPENING
﹫fan22 omg my manifesting did work
﹫fan23 so deserved omg
﹫fan24 i love this for them :’)
﹫fan25 their stories too, they def were togetherrr
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landonorris tfti :(
danielricciardo glad my pep talk actually worked :D #aussiebrothers4lyfe
loganseargent bro licked the plate clean
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maudeapataw IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS
georgerussell having dinner with the man you wrote your song about i see
yourbff ya'll didn't talk at all or look at each other during the grand prix but you'll have dinner with him??? respect.
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ynsanna enchantment in the air
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aussiepiastri81 i wonder who that is on the second slide
ynfan bruh is that george russell i thought we were rooting for oscar ???
⤷ starletyn girl...
magnolia.sanna OUR RED STRING LOVERS
pierregasly the seals look just like yuki!
⤷ yukitsunoda0511 cute?
⤷ pierregasly no, small and lazy.
⤷ ynsanna pls take your beef else where ❤️
⤷ pierregasly y/n who do you think is cuter me or yuki
⤷ ynsanna please don't make this into a competition
⤷ yukitsunoda0511 we won't because if we did i'd win :)
pasteypiastri pov: everyone knows who you're with but you soft launch reguardless
⤷ sonnamyhear and i'd eat it up, bones and all
landonorris tfti :(
⤷ oscarpisatri your fomo is honestly concerning
⤷ landonorris surprised you know what fomo means.
⤷ oscarpisatri i'm not like checo relax
⤷ schecoperez ouch :(
⤷ fan26 OSCAR UPGRADED FROM LURKING IN THE LIKES TO COMMENTING LFGG
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sanpiastriluver y/n and oscars stories just one day apart :)
fan27 using y/n's song is soooo obvious, i love it.
fan28 just because you don't put the artist doesn't mean we don't know who's singing
fan29 bro fr said out of sight out of mind
fan30 they're just making it to easy atp
⤷ username a little to easy
fan31 the song choice is so cute :')
fan32 why do i feel like the soft launching was probably oscars idea
⤷ username it probably was LOL
⤷ username a peak introvert moment
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oscarpiastri always find your way back home 🫂
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dreamypiastri the hannah montana reference ????
⤷ sannamyheart knowing y/n she probably forced him to watch it
⤷ ynsanna and he loved every second of it
yndreamland is this a dream ????
pookieyuki oscar hard launching before y/n??
⤷ alex_albon lando owes me $50 now
⤷ f1kisses LMAO NO WAY THEY BETTED
⤷ landonorris thought i knew my teammate better than this 😣
ynsanna just a girl and her baguette 🤭
⤷ oscarpiastri me or the baguette?
⤷ ynsanna ...next question
danielricciardo remember me when yall get married, knowing i helped get you two back together again
⤷ rickycado03 in daniel we trust !!!!
landonorris no thanks lando for the picture of us???
⤷ ynsanna you crashed our date :(
⤷ landonorris … i wouldn’t say crashed i like to think i made it better oscar is boring anyways
⤷ ynsanna we were having much fun before you came thank you very much >:^(
⤷ alex_albon yeah y/n defend your man !!!!!!
⤷ landonorris who's side are you on ?????
⤷ alex_albon not yours duh.
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ynsanna home sweet home 🤍
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oscarpiastri and i wouldn't have it any other way ❤️
⤷ ynsanna never again 🤍
yourbff MY BABIES ARE BACK TOGETHER AGAINNNN
ynnation its like nothing ever happened :''')
fan33 so cute 🥹
mclaren you're welcome whenever you like y/n!
⤷ pookieyuki our certified wag
⤷ starletyn yn supremacy !!
fan35 epitome of red string lovers
fan34 you guys are so cute i think i might be sick
lilyhme you guys are the cutest couple ever !!
⤷ alex_albon cuter than us?
⤷ lilyhme hush you
logansargeant in my mind you guys were always together, glad to see you back 🫡
⤷ ynsanna logan :''(
⤷ landonorris words to make a grown man cry fr
danielricciardo i will be the best man at yall's wedding right :)
⤷ landonorris get in line buddy
⤷ alex_albon the mc more like....
georgerussel63 still cannot believe you all thought i was the one dating yn
⤷ ynfan not my proudest moment...
⤷ oscarpiastri we don't even look alike too
⤷ georgerussel63 yeah, im much taller and better looking
maxverstappen1 does this mean we all get to watch y/n when she goes on tour??
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pls write something about the reader measuring aemond so they can get his measurements but it turns spicy 🙏😩 thank you so much i love your works!!
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Aemond Targaryen x seamstress!reader
Summary: Something stirs in prince Aemond's trousers when you're taking the measurement of his legs. A sequel to With Him, At All Times but it can be read as a stand-alone. A part 3 of this will be coming soon! A/N: Dear anon, thank you for your patience and your support to this story!! I hope this was worth the wait! x CW: oral sex (m) receiving. Fluff and Smut. Words: 2.5k. Seamstress!reader masterlist
Trembling hands struggle to untangle your old measuring tape, as you kneel before prince Aemond.
While now an ordinary task, this never fails to make your heart speed. Like a sturdy thread, the novelty of having Aemond here like this will never wane – the tension between the two of you, stretching endlessly from its spool.   
The night of his name day, when you'd gifted him a brand new eyepatch and he'd thank you with a kiss and a promise to return to you after the festivities held at the Red Keep, had been a night of overflowing wine and laughter, of warmth and hopeful gazes and timid touches that have gotten a little bit bolder with time until a full year has passed now, with the two of you teetering on the tightrope suspended above a pool of desire in which none of you had dived in just yet. 
You know his measurements by heart; he’s been in your shop countless times, and not just as a customer anymore.
But when there is a fitting to be made, he’s always asking for a little adjustment here, for you to add a specific accessory there, to make the clothes looser, or tighter, and so on and so forth, making it absolutely necessary for you to stand close to him and touch him. 
You’ve started to think he’s doing this on purpose – if his knowing smirk is any indication of it. 
Those sneaky dimples, that glint in his eye…the prince is taunting you, testing you, waiting for you to cave in first, either because he’s got his honor to uphold, or because he’s just as scared as you. 
But you can’t. 
The gallows look bright from here. 
The sound of that blade is sharp, as you’re finally able to extend your tape across the prince’s long legs, see his muscles tensing beneath his trousers. As you rise to note the measurements from his hip to his knee, you’re face to face with Aemond’s bulge, and oh, but the flesh is weak. 
You’re an inch away from caving – salivating as you look up at Aemond and find him gazing at you intensely.
You open up your mouth to speak but your eyes are stirred from the prince’s to something shifting by your eyesight. 
When you turn your head, he’s fully hard, constraining his pants. 
You gulp down and look up once more, meeting him flustered and blushing, shaking his head and poorly trying to cover himself with his hands.
"Forgive me, my lady! I did not mean for this to happen!” 
You gently take his hands and give them a reassuring squeeze, still kneeling before him.
“Aemond, it’s okay…” you gaze at him longingly, whispering, “it’s okay.” 
He merely looks at you perplexed, as you tentatively rub his thumbs with your own for a long moment, neither of you speaking.
Your eyes briefly look at his erection, then to his eye as he towers above you, as if with a silent inquiry. 
He closes his eye and lets out a breath while tightly holding on to your hands before he finally speaks in a hushed tone, as soft as velvet.
“My lady, it is no secret that what I feel for you runs deeper than a customer and supplier, or friends. I’m attracted to you, my lady, deeply so.” 
Time stops the moment these words leave his gorgeous lips – which, from here, look all pouty and full and so kissable. Your hold on his hands is the only thing that’s keeping you from floating towards the clouds above. 
And it must be a puppet master in your head that’s maneuvering the strings that guide your actions, for you never imagined yourself bold enough to do so – a mere seamstress, always alone in your little shop, with no real experience in this arena. Yet here goes, with a deep intake of breath…
“Perhaps my prince and dear friend would like to know the depth of my own feelings?” You whisper seductively. “Maybe I could…show him?” 
Fuck, you hope it’s not too bold, you hope you haven’t ruined this, fuck, fuck fuck…
…But his gaping mouth and bated breath grant you all the confirmation that you need, all the reassurance. He gives your hands a loving squeeze before he gulps down and replies, “my lady…whatever you’ll give me I’ll gladly take. Only if you’re comfortable.” 
“I am.” Your response is firm, even if you’re burning up inside, even if your hands are shaking like they do when you’ve been sewing endless piles of clothing on sleepless nightss.
A thought, as soft and soothing as a cloud passing through the scorching rays of your want, helps to calm down your nerves. 
He’s Aemond. Your Aemond. 
When he’s here, he’s adamant in letting you know that he’s not a Targaryen prince, but only a man. Your friend. 
Your constant companion and confidant, whom you’ve trusted with pieces of your soul you’d never before shared with anyone else, just as he has. 
You tenderly release his hands, but take one of his wrists in your hold, guiding his fingers until you brush them ever so softly with your lips – so softly that Aemond feels as if he’s carding a hand along rose petals. 
You kiss each pad of his finger tenderly, moving up to each strong tendon until you flip his hand up to kiss the inside of his wrist, right at his vibrant pulse point, letting your lips linger as you look up at him. 
He sighs as he cradles your face with that palm, letting it rest against your cheek as you nuzzle his thigh.
This close, you inhale his wonderful scent. He always smells like leather and smoke and something earthy that’s indescribable but entirely his – a scent you’d bottle up and keep at all times with you. 
As you nuzzle his thigh, your hand strokes his other – up and down and in circular motions, inching closer and closer to his bulge. 
You look up at him as your hand lands on his erection, reverently palming it as you marvel at the sheer size of it and how solid he feels. 
“May I?” you murmur, meeting his bright eye intently, without stopping the motions of your hand. 
“Please…”
He’s so quiet, you barely even hear him. His answer is reinforced by him caressing your hair, guiding your head to him; he gives your earlobe an affectionate rub before he begins to unclasp his jacket and shoulder it off, leaving him in a light linen shirt that he lifts up to his midriff, generously exposing his skin for you. 
You rise to see his sculpted abdomen, that taut road of his navel, framed by protruding hip bones; his milky skin has your mouth watering and your fingers taking even longer in unlatching his trousers, that you pull down, inch by inch, revealing a sight that you’d only ever dreamed of before.
His cock is as beautiful and intimidating as the rest of him. He’s big – and you had already guessed it, but seeing him up close is something else. He’s thicker at the base, where he’s nestled among fine silver-blonde pubic hair – that’s inexplicably endearing to you – curving elegantly with a ruddy, glistening tip. 
With one hand, he keeps his linen shirt bunched up to his middle, while the other returns to the back of your head ever so fondly, guiding you to him. 
The stare with which you look up at him screams of your lack of experience – of your sudden cluelessness as to how to even proceed. Aemond just smiles kindly, then takes himself in hand, fisting the base of his cock so that it would remain in place for you. 
While this might be a little bit frightening, you remind yourself that so it had been taking over your father’s business, and you’d gained experience in your trade by pure instinct and practice. You figure this wouldn’t be different. 
You lean closer, one hand supporting yourself on his thigh, while the other takes over Aemond’s fist, beginning to stroke him up and down experimentally, using his leaking precum to aid in the deliberate gliding of your hand. 
A shaky exhale escapes you at the sensation of having him in your hand, the way his veins pulse, how his skin is silky smooth yet scalding hot and throbbing – and his scent, so heady and musky and so addicting it makes you bite your lip to prevent more moans from escaping.
At night, when you’ve fantasized about what it would be like to be intimate with a man like this, you’ve sometimes recoiled at the idea of oral sex – wondered if it would be unpleasant or weird, but this is beyond what you could’ve imagined, because it’s him. 
It’s his essence – a sacred part of him that he’s allowed you to touch, to feel and smell…to taste.  
Gods, do you ache to taste him. 
You timidly open your mouth, resting your tongue on your bottom lip on instinct as you take in his delicate head inside your mouth; he feels heavier like this, prompting you to open up wider to take him, as you swallow more and more of his thick length – being mindful of your teeth. 
You must be doing this right for he tightens up his hold in your hair and groans while tilting his head back.
His abdomen contracts, his chest heaves, and those wet sounds of him gulping saliva down his throat and hissing could have you climaxing right here without even touching yourself.
Guttural moans spill from your throat in response, which vibrate in his cock and in turn make his eye screw shut and teeth bite into his lips so hard he might draw blood. 
It’s intoxicating, how all it takes to have prince Aemond weak at the knees is to have your mouth enveloping his cock, his length down your throat as you suck him vigorously. 
The longer this goes on, the more you grow both confident and desperate in equal amounts, making you bob your head faster, clawing at his thigh for purchase as you look at him with a glazed look, all teary eyed and sinful. 
His hold on your head gets rougher as his hips start buckling up – “relax your jaw, dear love…” 
Your heart soars out of your chest while your cunt flutters because of his actions and words. 
With a slack jaw, you let yourself be used, let Aemond fuck himself into your eager mouth, which glistens as mixed precum and drool run down to your chin. 
On pure instinct, you hollow out your cheeks which makes him growl in surprise, and plead, “more! please, do that again.” 
Obediently, you hollow out your cheeks as he keeps fucking your mouth and and moaning from the tightness, the suction, the fucking lewd sounds you make as you gag around him and gasp for air when he slips out of you. 
“Dear love, I’m so close…I’m so close, please.” He urges, and you tighten up your grip around the base of him and concentrate the press of your tongue on the underside of his cockhead, licking on the jutting vein that traverses his length with force, sucking him unabashedly and moaning with depravity, lost in your own forbidden lust for the prince. 
You come up for air again and gasp against his head, “please, my darling, please,” it sounds like you’re weeping, before swallowing him whole again, until your nose nearly touches his pubic hair – feasting on him until you can feel him shooting up his load inside your mouth, which you gulp down audibly, drinking and drinking and drinking until there’s not a drop left. 
You come off of him panting, feeling like you’ve just surged up to the surface from underwater and you’re desperate for air.
With your head dropping on his thigh, you nuzzle his sweaty skin before you feel his callused hands brushing your hair back, caressing you with such care and affection you’d gladly remain on your knees forever, all for Aemond.
Your Aemond. 
The sound of blades crashing down onto the necks of thieves and beggars is muted by your shared breath and the ringing of your ears, but it’s there nevertheless, withholding you from fully accepting what’s just happened, and what more could there be. 
His blushing face and dripping sweat tug at the poorly sewn stitches of your heart. “My prince…Aemond. We cannot –” 
“ – What can’t we do, my lady?” 
That firm tone yanks you from your worries; he offers you a hand to help you stand, and when you meet face to face, he cradles your neck, holding your gaze directly. 
“You know full well what, Aemond. You’re a prince. I’m a common seamstress,” you lament, “we could never be together.”  
“Dear lady, I can do whatever I want, be with whoever I want, I don’t give a shit about what anyone else thinks. Titles do not matter to me; what matters to me is what lies in your heart and your mind. All I care about is your consent. No one else’s.”   
The resolve in his voice makes you believe that anything is possible. That the sky is within reach and fire does not kill. That anyone could ride a dragon, even someone without Valyrian blood.   
But you can. 
And maybe no repercussions would come out of this affair with the prince. 
What is love without trust? 
With your heart stuck in your throat, and tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you whisper, “promise we’ll be safe?” 
“No harm will ever come to you as long as I live, my love. I promise.”  
Like a spell, he seals his words with a kiss.
A kiss that seems to last the entirety of the evening, until the sky outside turns indigo before fading to black and ushering you two to your bed, where time suspends and titles disappear, except for those given to two people intertwined in the way that Aemond and you are. 
Lovers.
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Famous y/n!! Harry going to her opening night of tour 🥺
masterlist || ask me anything &lt;3
authors note - the second i saw those photos and videos i just knew that i needed to do something and so this is what ive come up with. thanks to the beautiful anon that reccomended jade thirlwall for the face claim because she is an actual beaut 💞 all songs used in this are not owned by me and go to there rightful owner !! and i know harry was spotted in New York but for the purpose of this ive changed it up a bit 💗
SEPTEMBER, 2023.
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yourinstagram, The Daydreamer’s Tour. UK & Europe, 2024.
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username, no fucking way.
username, screaming crying throwing up rn
username, new album alert 👀
taylorswift, oh im so excited for you girly!!
yourinstagram, 😘😘
username, whys there only ten dates?
username, two london shows??
username, so does this mean she’s gonna release a new album??
username, oh my god i feel like i might cry.
yourinstagram, no because same
username, omg what a queen!
OCTOBER, 2023.
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yourinstagram, can’t believe im saying this but my new album ‘daydreamers’ is going to be released november 1st, it is available to pre-save right now. 💗
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username, AHHHHHH
username, i knew it
harrystyles, so proud x
yourinstagram, ❤️❤️
username, queen
username, i have no words
username, Harry being a supportive boyfriend right there
username, this isn’t about Harry this is about (Y/N)
username, let’s give her her moment pls and thx
username, I didn’t expect this ngl
louist91, proud of you girl x
DECEMBER, 2023.
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harryflorals, HARRY SPOTTED BUYING FLOWERS IN LONDON TODAY !!
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username, oh this is just the cutest
username, baby girl right there
username, HS4 at midnight
username, we wish
username, he’s so boyfriend
yourinstagram, pookie 🥺
username, nah tf??
username, she knows who harryflorals is??
username, for (y/n)??
username, is it weird that we can spot him even when he’s covering his face?
username, fr fr
MESSAGES.
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JANUARY, 2024.
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yourinstagram, tomorrow couldn’t come sooner .
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username, umm excuse me ma’am
username, what the hell is this
harrystyles, 👀👀
username, nah tf?
username, never knew you standing on some stairs could be so attractive
username, what’s tomorrow??
annetwist, so excited darling
username, nahhhh im scared
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yourinstagram, STYLE is out now people, go stream it, go enjoy it and I’ll be seeing you all very very soon 💞
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username, she’s evil for this 😭
username, couple goals fr
username, this is the best thing that’s happened to me this year
harrystyles, am i the drama?
yourinstagram, 🫖🫖
username, i love these two together ngl
username, ahfjenahfjrhw
username, listened and loved it already hun
username, this video was everything and more baby girl
harry via instagram stories !!
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FEBRUARY, 2024.
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yourinstagram, hi huns! you can read my brand new interview now with @mfasrmag and can find out all my juicy goss ! it was such a pleasure to meet all these kind people, love you bubbas 💗💞
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username, read and loved!
username, when she mentioned harry it was the cutest thing ever
gemmastyles, adored everything about this
username, 🥺
username, you were so real and raw for this
username, when you said that you were getting emotional speaking about your tour it made me want to cry with you
username, your gorgeous!
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ynupdates, excerpt from (y/n)s interview with mfasrmag 🥹
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username, okay this was absolutely adorable
username, ‘he’s my bestfriend’ like why am i sobbing??
username, this whole interview was heart wrenching
username, so your telling me you were his inspiration behind watermelon sugar?
username, LOLLLLL
username, im so glad she did this interview
username, girly you shouldn’t care what other people think about you!
MARCH, 2024.
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yourinstagram, excuse perrie staring me down for drinking a cuppa mid rehearsal, but it’s the last one before tour starts 👀 can’t wait to see your lovely faces 😘
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username, im seeing you in oslo im so excited!
username, your couldn’t come sooner enough
perrieedwards, was simply just wondering where mine was
yourinstagram, uh huh sure you were
username, i swear i only got the tickets yesterday
username, your your fits are gonna rock i can just tell
gemmastyles, so excited !!
yourinstagram, 🥹😘
username, there relationship is so cute
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yourinstagram, ‘larger than life’ a song just for you written with a very special someone. enjoy lovelie, as this is for you and everything you have done for me and continue to do for me 💞💞
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username, nahhh tf is this??
username, the day of tour???
harrystyles, it was a pleasure x
yourinstagram, ❤️
username, okay now im a sobbing mess
username, power couple right there
username, her and harry are dating?
username, they have been for the past four years
username, you and harry producing a song together??
username, y’all just know this song is going to be a masterpiece
username, this is legit ultimate couple goals ngl
taylorswift, ahhh girly this is so exciting!!
yourinstagram, 🥹😘
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ynupdates, FIRST LOOK AT YN FOR OPENING NIGHT !
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username, STOP IM DYING
username, she’s legit gorgeous!
username, greens her colour
username, like the colour of Harry’s eyes
username, imagines that’s why she chose to wear it 😭
username, she looks so happy
username, i think im in love
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harryflorals, HARRY SPOTTED AT YNS FIRST SHOW IN LONDON TONIGHT !
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username, oh he’s so boyfriend
username, the pink phone case 😭
username, making me go feral
username, he’s like a proud mom
username, he’s her biggest supporter
username, he better be at all of her shows 🙏🙏
harry via instagram stories !!
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ynupdates, part of yns speech during London night one !
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username, okay this is making me cry
username, she’s always have our support !
username, sobbing
username, WE??
username, i take it she means harry?
username, do they live together?
username, there so in love
username, our day one girly
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ynupdates, harry and yn leaving the venue tonight after London night one!
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username, one of the best nights of my life
username, leave the two of them alone ffs
username, she’s trying to hide her face give the two of them a break!
username, this night was better then my wedding day
username, im seeing her in five days
username, lucky
yn via instagram stories !!
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yourinstagram, wow….last night was everything and more, thank you so much to every single person that turned up and supported me, you simply don’t understand how much it means, my heart is consisting simply trying to put it into words.
first of all, i’d like to say a massive thank you to @perrieedwards for agreeing to support me through this leg of your, you were amazing and will continue to be amazing,
and to my day one, my h. my world thank you so much for every single thing that you do and please continue to inspire me say in and day out. there’s no way i would have been able to do this without you by my side. 🥹❤️
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perrieedwards, 🥹
username, perrie was actually phenomenal last night !
username, I love her relationship with harry so badly it actually hurts my heart
username, if they ever break up my life will officially be over
username, I cried when she came on stage
username, best night of my life
harrystyles, we’ll always be each other’s inspiration x
yourinstagram, forever and ever x
username, Paris couldn’t come any sooner
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mgnifique-tion · 3 months
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— december 31st.
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summary || ``out in the cold with a god, the historian never expected how great the next year would turn out to be.``
pairing: tva!loki x fem!historian!reader song recommendations: where the sea sleeps (day 6 – even of day) lowercase is intended…
— themes and warning/s: fluff, friendly bickering, friends (allies)-to-lovers, cozy, very minimal swearing (literally just one), this is very soft pls my heart–
— a/n: somebody got into loki again (me) and it’s been a while since i’ve written a marvel au (like probably 6 years ago HELP) and just for some backstory, my writer buddy (@yourstrulyksm) got me into this because she wanted me to write a christmas special but uh, the idea came in late……. and also, brainrot for loki……….. so here’s a short, teeny tiny winter special to end the year with! let’s welcome 2024 with a warm embrace (and perhaps a kiss…? maybe ship yourself with the upcoming year??? i’m def going insane)
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“are you alright?”
oh, you were pissed off, and not in a healthy amount. you were unhealthily pissed off. him asking you that question while you both stood in the middle of the wilderness clearly was not a great way to have a brand new conversation that opened with him doubting your mental state in some way. a loose nightdress was the only thing keeping you warm and as much as it looked so good on you, you were now beginning to hate it with all of your soul. 
that and the god who dragged you out of your home to fulfill a mission, loki.
“it’s almost twelve o'clock and you’re expecting me to be okay out here, in the cold, outside of my damn apartment, dressed in this sleeveless, thin cotton dress– are you that dense!?” anger was just inching closer with each second that passed as the god looked you from top to bottom, keeping his lower lip under his front teeth as he tilted his head.
‘right, he was a front giant. i forgot,’ you thought, huffing as you crossed your arms in both the burning annoyance and in the cold. to your surprise, that ticking bomb inside your head wasn’t really going to do much to keep you warm. 
“why didn’t you bring a jacket, then?” he questioned again. “you showed up at my doorstep panicking! i didn’t have time to get one!” you complained.
and then, there was silence, a moment of clarity which was later interrupted by the god once again. this time, he laughed, shaking his head at the supposed funny moment that took place earlier. “... oh, my friend, i do apologize–”
“you should,” you quickly snapped back, walking next to him as you followed his directions as if you weren’t familiar with the location. “now, i’m freezing like shit here– what are you doing?”
without thinking twice, the thick, dark blazer he wore was slipping off of his shoulders and arms as he gave you a state, later offering it to you by nudging your arm with his knuckles. “come on, wear it. the cold never bothered me anyway,” he said, both of his eyebrows raised as his eyes glimmered, hoping that you’d just take the blazer from him.
“... thanks a lot, elsa.” you still spoke in that grumbling tone you always had when it came to him but deep down, it was all for the humor… and the never-ending stage of denial. 
yes.
it’s been a while since those feelings for him bloomed like a flower on a spring’s day.
and now, you’re stuck with him like a pine tree on a winter’s night. “what are you even doing here? didn’t you tell me that we’re just supposed to see each other throughout time like… periodical visits?” you questioned, still wondering why he was now standing next to you. 
although he and mobius did need the help of a licensed historian, it was clear that you weren’t like the two of them. you had an entirely different role and just like what they both would say, you should play your role in the timeline. 
“why? isn’t this just like one of those periodical visits as well?” his shoulders slowly rose throughout the question as you sighed. 
3 days ago. it’s been 3 days since loki and mobius left…  and now, one of them is back again and it didn’t seem like he’s in trouble as you assumed.
“yeah, but like, i thought you’d come see me a few months after the last visit,” you muttered, taking steps with him slower this time, clearly diving deep into the talk. “you know? like the last time… for you, only a week passed but for me, it took six and a half months. is there another problem we have to fix or is this gonna be your thing?”
in return, he chuckled and asked back, “can’t i just pay my favourite historian a visit?”
“... but i’m the only historian you know–” “shut up.”
though it sounded bitter, both of you still smiled over the friendly banter and somehow, it was nice to know that loki traveled through time again just to meet up with you.
as a busy historian constantly checking if the two tva employees or sylvie herself made any of those rewrites in the many pages of history, you never really had a chance to go out with friends… you weren’t even sure if you still had contact with those old friends of yours.
in some way, you were lonely. 
you’d never admit it to yourself or to anyone around you but it was undeniable that you still were. “so, what you’re telling me is that you probably got bored and thought to yourself that you should seek me out just so you could take me here in the middle of the night? for fun? is this your brilliant idea of fun?” you questioned, syncing your pace with him as leaves and snow rustled beneath your boots. 
again, he chuckled. “well… it’s not exactly boredom,” the god answered, taking a deep breath right after. “... i did have plans to see you tonight.”
‘... what?’ that one word danced around your mind in circles because not once did you think of that possibility.
he just said he wanted to see you exactly tonight, how could that happen?
“and it’s getting late, i know. i’m sorry for dragging you out here but this one…” he trailed off, taking another deep breath as he suddenly stopped walking… and of course you did the same, choosing to face the trees instead of him. 
“this one’s important.”
then, he raised his hand mid-air, just above his own shoulder as his fingers fluttered, emitting vibrant sparks in every color you could think of. he had a genuine smile on his face, his emerald eyes staring back at you while you focused on how the sparks flew and twirled around his palm. once you looked at him, you held in your breath, absolutely overwhelmed by the situation. “... loki.”
“i’m in love with you,” he said softly, his eyes turning glossy, admitting to it all wholeheartedly. no more secrets now. “and it’s killing me to keep these words to myself for longer so nothing’s stopping me from saying them now. i am so in love with you, y/n… i can’t imagine not seeing you every single minute.”
with the sparks from his own palm flying into the air, syncing with the fireworks that blasted into the dawn skies, he pulled you close, the lips you’ve dreamed of every night brushing against yours soothingly as you started forgetting about how cold it was… the kiss he was giving you was enough to keep you warm.
even too warm, perhaps…
“whoa– hey, wait a second.” you pulled away from him, your palms touching his chest, grazing a little bit against the fabric of his ironed as if it was to restrict you from letting the kiss get deeper than expected. “... we just kissed? is this for real? or are you enchanting me? loki, i swear–,” you were then cut-off by quick peck on your cheek, his hands touching the back of yours so delicately as he looked at you with relief, shaking his head.
“this is for real, trust me.” he smirked, smothering his lips against yours once again as your eyelids closed shut, indulging everything he’s been giving you right at that moment.
well, isn’t this such a great way to start the year?
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chvnnie · 2 years
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Dream
han jisung x reader
word count: 2.9k
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, smut - MINORS DNI
warnings: reader is anxious (but there is no use of the word "anxiety") so mentions/descriptions of anxiety, pet names: sprout/squish, baby, breast/nipple play, a teeny bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex (don't do that), slight breeding kink? kinda?, they are in looooovvvveeee, just a bunch of fluff/making love. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
summary: the world has been against you lately, but jisung will always be there to keep you safe.
a/n: sorry for being so MIA lately - this fic is a perfect representation of how i've been feeling lately, and why i've been kinda silent. hopefully this feeling will pass soon, and i can write more content for you guys. pls enjoy, sorry for being an anxious mess lately <3
this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.
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It’s been a long, long day.
Anything that could have gone wrong today, did go wrong. You dropped your toothbrush in the toilet, you burnt your breakfast, your makeup smudged the second you put it on. Everything was awful, and that’s not even an exaggeration. Today has been terrible for you.
It was never ending, this string of bad luck you hit. Stuck in traffic for fifty minutes (seriously, what the fuck was that about?), then the grocery store was sold out of grapes. The cherry on top was stepping in gum, stuck to the hot pavement, in a brand new pair of white shoes.
Respectfully, today could go fuck itself.
The excursion to the store and back was enough trauma for the day. After unloading the groceries, you retreated to the bedroom, stripping out of your outside clothes in favor of something cozier. One of your boyfriend’s oversized hoodies and leggings sounded like the best outfit to wear to your pity party.
Pulling the hood over your head, you tugged on the strings, hiding all of your facial features (minus your nose). You curled up on top of the made bed, clicking through multiple streaming services until you found something comforting to watch.
You needed this. Fuck, after today, you deserved this.
Midway through an episode of some silly sitcom, your phone buzzed. Through the teeny hole in the scrunched hoodie, you checked it to find a message from Jisung.
Ji: [03:45] hiiiii baby. just wanted to let you know i’m going to be a little late tonight — we’re having a bit of a crisis in the studio and i don’t think i’ll get to slip away at my normal time. pls don’t wait on me for dinner. love you bunches, sprout.
The universe really said fuck you today, huh?
It really wasn’t that big of a deal, Jisung often stays late to work on things. You knew that late nights and early mornings were a part of his job when you started dating, and had always accepted it. Jisung loves his job, and you’ll never not support him as he chases his dreams.
But that was a blow. You had begun counting down the hours the moment your toothbrush hit the toilet bowl. You needed to be wrapped in his arms more than anything right now, and to know you won’t be getting that anytime soon-
The floodgates opened, a steady stream of hot tears rolling down your face. God, this was silly, wasn’t it? To be so mopey about Jisung working late, as if this isn’t a common occurrence. There’s no reason for you to be acting this way, to be so upset that you can barely think.
It’s just been a really bad day.
Shaky hands picked up your phone, eyes blurred as you typed out a response.
You: [04:05] ok! please make sure to eat and hydrate. love you bunches, squish, see you later.
You slid your phone across the bed, wanting it as far away from you as it could get. Your body felt heavy, chest tight as new tears welled up in your eyes. It felt silly, and even though it’s not, you still couldn’t shake the feeling that you were overreacting. He always works late, why is it the end of the world today?
Because it’s been a really bad day. Because a bunch of minor inconveniences have built up into something bigger, and his text was the trigger. The breaking point. The point of no return.
You’re not sure how long you laid there crying, unable to bring yourself out the ball you’ve curled yourself in. The show you were watching had stopped, and your hands had grown cold from lack of use. 
Painfully, you unfurled yourself, pulling the hood off your head. The once golden room was now shades of orange; the early sunset flooding through your thin curtains. It felt cozy, almost comforting to see the walls painted with new hues, rays of pink intertwined with the orange. 
It almost made you forget why you were so upset in the first place, like the day was repaying you for treating you like shit with a beauty so breathtaking it eased your soul.
You pulled yourself out of bed, slowly dragging yourself into the kitchen. Body sluggish, you began to sort the ingredients for tonight’s dinner. The meal plan reminded you that it was one of Jisung’s favorite dishes, a little heart at the end of sentence. A reminder to make extra for him.
Suddenly, your face was hot again, eyes blurring as fresh tears began to spill. Fuck, again? But you were just fine? Were you not just smiling, humming as you started to prep the ingredients? Why did it hit you out of the blue? Why won’t this feeling go away?
You didn’t even bother reshelving the food, leaving everything behind as you retreated back to the bedroom. This time you curled under the blankets, pulling them up and over your head. If you could just block out the world, maybe the hurt would cease to exist. Maybe the overwhelming waves that threatened to drag you down would calm. 
Maybe you could pretend today never even happened if you just forgot the world around you existed.
Grabbing Jisung’s pillow, you brought it to your chest, hugging it tightly. Your nails dug into the cotton pillowcase, determined to keep it as close to you as possible. It smelled like him, like his cocoa butter lotion and the woodsy shampoo he loves. Willing yourself to breathe, you inhaled the familiar scents, letting them ease the pressure. 
He would be home soon. It would all be okay.
Your nose burned as you sniffled, the sound so loud you didn’t even hear the bedroom door open. In fact, you were completely unaware that you were no longer alone until the comforter was pulled back. 
“Baby?” Your boyfriend’s voice was soft, laced with concern and confusion. “Are you alright?”
That’s when your light tears became a full sob, chest burning as you let out every ounce of pain you’ve felt today. You shook your head, squeezing the pillow against your chest until you felt like it had become an extra limb.
Jisung was under the covers, right next to you in less than thirty seconds. Still fully dressed, he grabs your shell of a body, tugging you into his chest. One hand wrapped around your center, the other cradles your head, keeping you close enough to hear his heartbeat. “Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”
In his hold, you let everything go. Every bit of frustration and pain you’ve felt today, flowing out in the form of salty tears and hiccups. They rolled off your face and onto his leather jacket, soaking the spot where your head laid limp. Jisung said nothing, simply threading his fingers through your hair and softly brushing the tangles you’ve acquired throughout the day. 
Eventually, the tears began to slow, your breaths evening out. Tension began to ease, shoulders relaxing as the pain of the day started to become unreachable.
Only once you stopped crying did Jisung speak up. “Do you want to talk about it?”
With a sniffle, you pulled the pillow out from between your bodies and nuzzled into his chest, letting yourself feel his body heat completely. You recounted your day, sharing every detail of your awful day with your boyfriend. 
“It’s silly.” You mumble against his chest, bringing your sweater paws up to wipe your eyes. “It wasn’t like anything big happened-“
“Nothing you ever feel is silly.” Jisung responses, grabbing your wrist to move your hands out of your face. “A lot of shit happened today. It makes sense that you were upset, and you’re valid in those feelings.”
Looking up, you meet his eyes for the first time this evening. Partially hidden behind his dark hair, his starry eyes stared down at you. The love in them was overwhelming, a warm sensation washing over you as you took them in. Looking at him, seeing all the universes he held within his eyes, always made you feel lighter, made you feel safe.
“Thank you.” You whisper, moving your hands so they intertwine with his.
“You don’t have to thank me.” Bringing your hands to his lips, he kissed the back of them, lips warming your cool skin. “But I do have one question. Why didn’t you call me?”
The question made you pause - wasn’t it obvious? “You said there was a crisis, I didn’t want to pull you away from work-“
“There was, but it wasn’t more important than you.”
“Ji-“
“I’m serious. You’re my priority.”
“But, it’s your dream-“
“No. It’s a career. You’re my dream, Sprout.” 
Your eyes stung, but you didn’t have time to focus on that. Not when your hands were moving to his face, lovingly cupping it as you pulled it down to meet yours. Lips crashing against each other, you kissed your boyfriend with such an intensity, your head began to spin. You couldn’t help it - not when he was here, loving you in ways you never dreamt of.
Jisung hummed against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips parted, letting your tongue work its way inside his mouth. The taste of him was mind numbing, washing you clean of every last doubt or worry you were holding onto.
Lazily, Jisung rolled the two of you until he was on his back, keeping you flush against him. Tongues dancing together, you let yourself fall deeper into the kiss, craving his taste like you needed it to breathe.
His hands find your hair, gently pulling you off his lips. “I love you.” He mumbles, scratching your scalp soothingly. “Bunches. Forever.”
Smiling, you lower back down, pecking his swollen lips. “I love you, bunches. Forever.” Kisses trailed onto his jawline, featherlight and pulling low groans from his throat. “Thank you for being mine.”
A peaceful silence falls over you two as Jisung submits to your kisses, hands moving down to your shoulders and further, finding home on your hips. As he slips both hands under your hoodie, you move to his neck, goosebumps breaking out under your lips. 
Planting your hands on the bed, you push yourself up, bringing your legs to straddle his hips. The orange hues were now more of a purple, highlighting your lover’s face beautifully. His lips were plump, aching for more of your touch, eyes soft and hooded. He looked divine; a sinful heaven at your fingertips. 
God, and he thought you were a dream?
The hands under your hoodie inched higher, resting on your upper ribs. His thumbs teased the underside of your breasts, rubbing firm circles. “You look so good in my clothes.” His voice is raspy, the need dripping from his words. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
You felt your face flush, warm flooding your body and making your lower belly tingle. Moving your hands to his chest, you pushed the leather jacket off, Jisung squirming to throw it off the bed. When gone, a hand creeps to his neck, thumb playing with his bottom lip.
Jisung pulls your thumb in, suckling lightly on the tip. He kept eye contact with you, his hands moving until they cupped your breasts fully. Rolling your head back, you arched into his touch, lost in the way he massaged you. When his thumbs pressed on your nipples, you groaned, free hand gripping his shirt.
He chuckles, thumb falling from his lips. “So sensitive, Sprout. Do you like the way it feels?”
You whimper out a confirmation, pulling at his shirt needily. Holding onto you for support, Jisung sits up, letting you rid him of his shirt. Your hoodie follows, and Jisung wastes no time cupping your breasts again, peppering kisses across the swell of them. His hands are so warm, lips so plush against your soft skin that it makes you dizzy.
The purple rays begin to fade into black, the bedroom growing darker as you begin to pull Jisung’s belt off. His lips have moved to your nipples, alternating between kissing and sucking the bud, occasionally using his teeth to hear your pretty whimpers. Once his belt is off, he lifts his hips, letting you shed him of his jeans and underwear. His heavy cock springs up, hitting his lower abdomen. One hand wraps around the base, reveling in the way he hissed at the contact, while the other works on pulling off your bottoms.
It’s not long before you’re both bare, bodies melding into one. His skin against yours is exhilarating, body erupting in pleasure just from that feeling alone. Cupping his face, you pull him off your chest, needing to feel his lips on yours again. It’s a loving touch, one that makes you feel like you’re floating on a cloud.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call.” You whisper so softly, as if the words would break the passion between you.
His hands match yours, clearing your face of any hair that clung to it. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you needed me.”
You smile, seeking the caress of his lips again. Trailing your fingers down, you slide a hand between your bodies, finding his member. Jisung moans against your lips as you maneuver it, positioning it at your entrance.
Gasping into the kiss, you slide down, letting him consume you. The stretch is something you’ll never get used to, but something you’ll always crave. He fits so perfectly inside of you, filling you to the brim and hitting every spot he needs to. Once fully sheathed, you pause, taking a second to deepen the kisses.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” You begin to lift your hips, his full moans echoing off the bedroom walls. “You’re here now.”
The rhythm you set is slow, but deep, letting both you and Jisung savor the pleasure that you give each other. Nothing in the world - not a bad day, not a studio crisis, not any inconvenience - matters when Jisung is around. When you get to love each other on an otherworldly level, expressing it in the purest way.
His hands grip your hips, assisting you in your motions. The pace picks up a tad, keeping the depth but helping the two of you chase your edges. Whimpering, you break the kiss, head resting on his shoulder as you let Jisung take control.
His heart is pounding against your chest, breath heavy as he starts to kiss your shoulder. “My everything.” He mumbles, groaning between words. “Nothing is more important than this. Nothing is more important than - fuck - you.”
The words are sweet, filling you with a yearning so overwhelming, you never think you’ll recover from it. You never want to recover from it. They help move you along, help your legs begin to tremble and core begin to tighten. When your walls restrict, your lover’s moans deepen, his hips beginning to thrust up.
“Cum with me.” You whine, lifting your head up.
Jisung’s dark eyes meet yours, words failing to fall from his lips as he moves a hand in between your centers. Resting his hand on our mound, his thumb reaches down, drawing what feels like hearts against your clit. It’s just what you need - eyes rolling back as you feel your release rushing to the surface.
It only takes a few more thrusts from the dam to break, your orgasm hard and plentiful. Your vision gets fuzzy as it goes on and on, feeling like it’s never ending. In the middle of your high, Jisung reaches his. It’s just as hard, just as filling as he spills inside of you. Neither of you stop your motions until you’re sure the other has emptied out.
The room is pitch black now, the sun finally set on the longest day. Jisung falls limp against you, breaths heavy as he pants on your shoulder. You can barely keep yourself up, eyes heavy and body aching. If it weren’t for his nails digging into your hips, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed just as he had. 
You wrap your arms around Jisung, tilting to the side and making you both crash onto the mattress. He grunts at the impact, a fit of giggles spilling from you.
“Don’t laugh at me.” He half groans, half whines, nuzzling deeper into your neck. “My body is exhausted.”
“It was just cute.” You whisper, rubbing his back soothingly. Neither of you are in a rush to move, content to stay interlocked until the sun decides to rise again.
“Sprout?”
“Squish?”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?” His words are muffled against your neck, but you can still hear the sentiment behind them. “I never want you to feel like I’m not here when you need me. The only place I ever want to be is by your side, so please, please call me next time.”
Tears prick at your eyes, but this time, you don’t feel sad or scared, overwhelmed or worried. Jisung makes you feel a love like no other, a joy that’s never ending. Life with him is like-
“Did you mean it? About me being your dream?”
Jisung pulls his head out of your neck to look at you, a sweet, fond smile painting his face. “I did. You’re like the best, most fulfilling dream I’ve ever had, and I can’t believe I never have to wake up.”
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Hold On
Summary: When a case hits a little too close to home, it’s time for Aaron to face the music and be honest about his feelings after the breakup
Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n), Hotch x Beth mentioned, Emily Prentiss x mentioned oc (aka @leftoverenvy)
Word count: ~12k (the girl cannot shut up) (it’s closer to 13 but it’s worth it I swear to god it is)
Warnings: hotch pov, case-compliant violence/injuries, mentions of suicide, mentions of pregnancy & pregnancy scares, domestic actions without fluff, relationship talk/references to relationship, angst angst angst, deep delving into their feelings, this is basically a case study, I once again leaned way too heavily on song lyrics so pls listen to it
A/N: As Taylor Swift said…. Dear reader, if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one. Mwahaha. Anyways I hope you enjoy this. Massive shoutout to @munsons-curls and @doctorstethoscope for fixing my many mistakes and validating me, and to everyone who has let me take them on this little ride. I can’t express how much I’ve enjoyed writing this fic, or how excited I am to write the epilogue
Find it on ao3 here and as always, happy reading <3
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There's so many dreams that we have given up
Take a look at all we've got
And with this kind of love what we've got here is enough
So hold on to me tight, hold on, I promise it'll be alright
'Cause we are stronger here together than we could ever be alone
Just hold on to me, don't you ever let me go
Once upon a time, Aaron had considered himself lucky. He had a steady job, as dangerous as it was fulfilling, with the BAU. He had a son, energetic and joyous despite all he’d been through. He had you, beautiful and strong and endlessly supportive of him. He had a version of the life he had always wanted, the normalcy of family game night and someone else making Jack eat his veggies. It had been perfect.
But then, he’d screwed up. Hadn’t he? He had opened up, just a bit too much, and told you something you didn’t want to hear. Scared you off.
Instead of spending the rest of his life with you, as he’d planned, Aaron found himself alone. He tried not to blame you, tried not to feel bitter about the inevitable result of finally opening up to someone so wholly. 
He bit back every thought of how conditional your love turned out to be, every scathing remark about how Biometrics was one of the most useless departments in the Bureau. He pretended not to care when he overheard that you were dating again, courtesy of JJ and Prentiss’ water cooler gossip.
He’d done what Aaron Hotchner always did; he’d buckled up, lifted his chin, and done what was expected of him. He’d found a nice girl, one that fell for him quickly, and he wished he could return the depths of her affection. He’d continued to work, putting away bad guys with Morgan and Reid while missing the easy way you’d always been able to read his mind in the field.
He moved apartments as soon as it became apparent that the ghost of you would never leave; he just wished that it hadn’t followed him, haunting him with thoughts of you dancing around the new stainless steel kitchen, or flopping onto the brand new suede couch.
He’d done what you asked him to, two years ago when you’d walked away from him and left him to pick up the pieces of his son’s broken heart and ignore his own.
Everyone has a breaking point, though. Aaron, to his credit, hadn’t reached it many times in his life.
There was the first time his father hit his little brother; the first time Aaron fought back. Open-handed slaps, broken noses, Sean screaming. He had never regretted it, not even when he wound up in the hospital that night.
There was George Foyet, dead on the blood-soaked carpet after a blur of a fight. Bloody knuckles, blurry vision, Haley’s blood flecked on her killer’s face. He’d do it a hundred times over if he had the chance.
There was the breakup, the one that simultaneously snuck up on him and had been inevitable. Crumpled flowers, Aaron yelling, you packing your desk. If he hadn’t snapped, would you have stayed?
And then there were the breaking points Aaron never expected to reach.
Leaving for a case the day you broke up with him, only to return to a half-empty apartment. Empty closet, the ‘hers’ sink from the his-and-hers themed bathroom scrubbed clean, your favourite mug left in the dishwasher. He had shattered the mug, thrown it off the balcony where you liked to drink your coffee in the mornings.
The first time you’d come along on a team outing after the breakup. Laughter, avoiding glances, ignoring how good you looked. He had taken home the first woman who caught his eye that night, learned her name- Beth- and given her a place in his life, like that would solve anything.
No matter how many breaking points he experienced, Aaron could never be sure about when the next one would occur. His saving grace through it all was that at least he could keep his composure at work. 
Where Aaron failed, Hotch wasn’t allowed to.
Maybe that’s why it’s such a shock when the team gets news of a bombing in New York, just days after Emily’s wedding, and Hotch nearly keels over at his desk. 
You’re in New York.
— — — 
The drive to the airstrip is a blur; the whole team is worried, of course, but Aaron can hardly see straight until he’s on the plane with a file in his hand and Emily is squeezing his arm. 
He remembers giving a quick and quiet order to Garcia, to call you and find out if you’re okay, and it doesn’t help his nerves that all she could tell him was, “Her phone is off.”
“She’s okay, you know,” Emily murmurs, discreet enough that no one else can hear. “It’s a big city. She’s just fine. We’ll catch this guy, and then you can see her. We just need to work the case first.”
Aaron- Hotch, now- takes a deep breath and does his best to hide that those words are exactly what he needs to hear right now, even if he doesn’t plan on seeing you. She’s right; they just need to work the case. “Alright. Okay,” he says a little louder, “What do we know?”
“Not much,” Morgan frowns at the file in his hand. “A bomb went off at The Vessel. It was a structure, I guess, but no one was allowed inside and that’s where the bomb was. Makes sense with the casualty numbers- Seven wounded, two dead.”
“Probably nearby tourists, taking pictures with it,” Prentiss says thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s sending a message to outsiders, but didn’t want a high body count.”
“That could be it,” Rossi agrees. “‘Stay out of my city’.”
“There’s been no communication to any news outlets so far,” JJ chimes in. “I don’t think we’ll learn much more until we get there and have a chance to check out the scene.”
Reid adjusts a few papers so they align, most of his attention focused on the task. “You know, most seemingly random bombings have a high chance of being followed up with a string of serial bombings, for a number of reasons. Sometimes the unsub gets addicted to the attention, or the feeling of killing, or the initial bomb doesn’t impact the intended target,” he continues, not noticing the look Rossi is shooting him.
Hotch takes a deep breath and tries to push back the feeling in his chest that resembles a brick being crushed into his sternum. “Alright. JJ is right. There’s not much more we can do with no signature and no other bombings. Everyone, just try to relax; I have a feeling we won’t be getting much rest in New York.”
He watches as the team follows his instruction. The tension is palpable but they know there’s nothing they can do; the waiting is everyone’s least favourite part of the job. Still, they try to relax. Morgan pulls on his headphones and closes his eyes, JJ and Reid start to play cards, and Prentiss and Rossi re-open their file folders to review case details.
As much as he’d like to do the same, Aaron can’t bring himself to move. He sits there, head against the window, and he wonders if you’re okay. Were you caught in the blast? Did you become one of Reid’s bombing statistic numbers? Or are you perfectly fine, content somewhere in the city with no idea that Aaron is on his way there?
He wonders, briefly, against his will in a moment dripping with guilt, which potential is worse.
———
Aaron Hotchner is something of a practiced master at hiding his agony. Maybe that’s why his voice is so level when the plane starts to descend, and he finally speaks to do the one thing he knows how; direct his team.
“Morgan and Rossi, go to the bombing site. See what you can find. Prentiss, head to the hospital with Reid and start talking to victims, and JJ, see if any news outlets have been contacted yet. We’ll meet at the station later.”
As though on cue, Garcia’s computer screen against the wall of the jet lights up. The tech analyst looks a bit paler than usual, and Hotch crosses his fingers and chalks it up to bad lighting until she speaks.
“Sir, there was another bombing. Three minutes ago, in a grocery store near the Village. There’s no casualty numbers yet.” She looks like she might cry now, and it’s not hard to figure out why.
“A grocery store is a serious escalation,” Rossi says, opening the file folder he’d just closed. “There’s locals, long-stay tourists, families shopping. Big jump from a tourist trap.”
“So we know he’s not possessive of the city. At least, he isn’t just trying to get rid of perceived outsiders,” JJ offers, and Morgan shakes his head.
“If this guy is looking for the homey-cozy ‘love thy neighbour’ deal, he’s not about to get it in New York no matter what he bombs,” he points out.
When the plane jostles them all a little, Hotch takes the moment of silence to re-assess assignments. “Garcia, is search and rescue at the second bombing site?”
“Yes. Well, sort of. The team is split between doing recovery at both locations,” she says, and one nod from Rossi means Hotch doesn’t hesitate to reassign.
“Morgan, you’re with me at the new site. We’ll be assisting with search and rescue before anything else. Rossi can handle the first scene by himself. Everyone else, stay as assigned.”
“Hotch, are you sure about that? I might be able to…” On what was probably going to be an offer of how he can assist at the original scene, Morgan falters. Of course he does. There’s nothing to be done when the bomb’s already gone off.
“I’m sure. There are people out there, and they deserve to be saved.”
———
When the plane hits the tarmac, his team is ready. It’s like watching a well-oiled machine, the way they pair off and head off to their assigned zones. The only pause is between Aaron and Rossi, when he grabs his friend’s arm on the way off the plane. “Dave…”
“I’ll tell you if she’s there,” Rossi promises, and then he’s gone in a black SUV while Hotch climbs into one with Morgan and heads to the Village bombsite.
“So, search and rescue,” Morgan says, raising his voice to speak over the sirens that Hotch has turned on. “Are we heading in, or assisting from the sidelines?”
“According to Garcia, the ambulances aren’t able to make it out to the grocery store. There’s too much rubble blocking the roads that aren’t under construction, and it’s New York traffic in addition to the media outlets swarming the place.” Hotch lets out a concentrated breath. “It’s going to be all hands on deck. Look for survivors, get them to an ambulance.”
“Got it.” The second Hotch throws the car into park, Morgan is sliding out of his seat and onto the sidewalk. Both men make their way through the media storm, past the ambulances that managed to park closer than they did, and into the store.
Search and rescue is there already, along with the SWAT team. They’re moving debris, lifting fallen shelves, and occasionally carrying people out to the ambulances waiting for them.
Hotch sets into motion instantly. He breaks off for the frozen food aisle where he doesn’t see anyone searching. “Is anyone over here?” He calls out, but there’s no answer.
The bomb must have come from across the store; there’s less debris here, but the shelves are twisted and collapsed all the same. Shattered glass from the freezer doors covers the ground, and he tries to avoid it as best he can as he walks down what once was an aisle.
He steps around stray items- a warped metal freezer door frame, a pile of frozen pizza boxes, pints of melting ice cream- while keeping his eyes trained for any sign of another person anywhere.
When he finally does see something, it makes his adrenaline spike. It’s a leg, poking out from under a freezer shelf. If he has to venture a guess, he’d say that someone is pinned under the bent freezer frame, but whether they’re merely unconscious or dead remains to be determined.
“Hello? Can you hear me?” Hotch raises his voice a little and gets closer to the figure. He can see the leg a bit more clearly now, and a hand poking out from under the side of the freezer. The fingers twitch slightly. Thank god.
The sweatpants the person is wearing look vaguely familiar, and Hotch can’t place them until he sees the image of Nemo on them, and it clicks. As soon as he realizes, his stomach drops. His hands go clammy, the blood rushes from his face, and it’s all he can do to stay on his feet.
When the dizziness hits him, he wants to throw something and scream and maybe sink down onto the floor and cry, but he can’t. 
He can’t, because he remembers when Penelope made sweatpants out of quilts for everyone on the team four Christmases ago. He can’t, because she’d had more than enough Disney quilt for two pairs, and had given you and him matching pants.
He can’t, because he recognizes those pants because they’re in his closet at home, but the only other person who owns a pair like this, obviously handmade, from a quilt covered in Disney characters, is…
It’s you.
Aaron can’t help himself, couldn’t stop it if he wanted to; he turns his head, bends over, and throws up on the grocery store floor, on layers of glass and rubble and thawed boxes of Pizza Pops. Right there, staring at your leg and hand, Aaron almost breaks.
But where Aaron has chinks in his armour, Hotch has none. Hotch is the one who takes a deep breath and wipes his mouth and straightens up, the one who uses every bit of strength to lift a warped freezer shelf up and reveal you, with a mangled wrist but looking generally otherwise unharmed.
You look terrified.
Not that Hotch can blame you, of course.
“It’s alright. You’ll be okay,” he says, and he doesn’t know if it’s Hotch or Aaron talking, because he sounds calm but he has no idea what happened or how hurt you are. “Were your neck or back hurt? You need to answer me.”
You’re looking up at him, gaze half-lidded, and he doesn’t know if he should be scared or relieved when you shake your head and croak out, “They’re fine.”
He knows it’s risky, knows he should call for Morgan or a member of SWAT or anyone with a gurney to transport you safely. But you’re in front of him, dazed, grimy and half-conscious with your wrist bent at an angle, and all he can do is pick you up and hold you close to him. “Hold on,” he instructs, and he feels your arm wrap around his neck.
“Aaron…” you whisper, and he strains to hear you as he makes his way towards the doors with you in his arms. No words follow, though, and he looks down to see you crying against him, silent with tears slicing through the coat of dust on your face. Your arm starts to slip, and he squeezes you a little.
“We’re going to get you out of here,” he promises, “But you need to stay with me. You’ve probably got a concussion, so don’t close your eyes. Hold onto me, tight. I’ve got you.”
When your grasp tightens again, he resumes moving towards the exit. The first breath of fresh air must invigorate you, because he feels you tighten your grip even more. “Aaron,” you repeat, less feeble than before, but he doesn’t want you wasting an ounce of energy.
“I know, but it’s going to be alright,” he shushes you as gently as he can until you arrive at the ambulance, and he passes you off to two paramedics who slide you onto a gurney.
He tries to step back but your hand shoots out and grips his dirtied suit with more strength than he thought you had. “Will you visit? At the hospital?”
The correct answer is no. No, there’s a case to work. No, you’ll be fine. No, we broke up and that’s weird. “We all will,” he promises instead without a hint of regret. “Just let them take care of you, and we’ll be by when we can.”
Relief shines in your eyes, and it’s the last thing he notes before your grip loosens on him and you’re wheeled up into the ambulance.
A minute or so passes before Aaron senses someone behind him and turns to see Derek, who’s watching the road the ambulance disappeared down. “She’s gonna be okay,” he says to Aaron, offering him a nod of support. 
Hotch doesn’t know who he’s trying to reassure.
— — —
They reconvene at the station a few hours later, and Aaron sits mostly silent while his team discusses victimology, motives, and the chemical makeup of each bomb. He tries to contribute once or twice, but he falls quiet every time he recalls the way you’d looked up at him. 
There had been fear in your eyes, of course. You’d been in a bombing, and he knows how natural fear is after traumatic events. But there had been recognition there too, a solemn kind. He wonders to himself if you wish anyone other than him had found you and brought you to safety, or if he’s worrying about nothing.
You’re safe now, and that’s what’s important. Even if you recover and stay in New York and Aaron never sees you again, at least you’re safe.
Who is he kidding? He can’t go along with never seeing you again, safety be damned. And yet…. He clenches a fist, ignoring Morgan and Reid’s discussion about chemical compounds. And yet, you’d been so close to dead. An aisle or a footstep away, and you could have been ripped away forever.
It makes him sick to think about.
He’s thinking so hard about it that he’s got no idea how long he’s had his gaze fixed on the table before JJ’s sharp “Hotch!” breaks through and gets his attention.
He clears his throat, embarrassed to be caught off guard. “I’m sorry. I was… elsewhere.”
“Did you hear what Emily said?” She asks, and he shakes his head. When he makes eye contact, JJ’s features soften. “You should go see her.”
“No. No, that’s unnecessary. We have a case to work,” he says, and Morgan scoffs at that. “We need to work it like any other case.”
“Any other case? Hotch, you carried her to the ambulance! It’s first aid 101. She could have had a broken spine, and you threw protocol out the window,” Morgan says, staring his boss down. “This isn’t any other case. You guys were in love, man. Go see her.”
Hotch sighs, wishes that the floor could open up and swallow him. Of course he wants to see you, buthe needs to catch the person who did this, first. “It’s not my priority. There are people dying, and we need to stay focused on that. I told her that we would all come visit her after the case is closed.”
“We are focused,” Emily points out. “You aren’t. You’re not helping anyone like this. Just go talk to her, see how she’s doing.” When Aaron opens his mouth to protest again, she cuts him off. “I’m not saying you should live at her bedside or propose to her, but just go say hi. It’s going to help both of you.”
When he looks to his right, Rossi has one eyebrow up. “You know you aren’t winning this one, right?” he asks, and Hotch sighs again. “Bring the girl some flowers, too.”
Aaron closes his file and stands up. “I’m not bringing her flowers,” he mutters. “I’ll be back in forty-five minutes. If anything else happens, keep me updated.”
——
When he gets to the hospital, flowers in hand, Aaron finds your room almost immediately. He knocks twice on the door, is greeted with a soft, “Come in.”
“Hi,” he says gently, leaving the door open. He watches, waits while you do a double-take like you can’t trust your own vision when Aaron Hotchner is standing at the door.
“You came,” is your response, and he can’t decide if your voice is coloured by exhaustion or disbelief. Maybe it’s both, but he doesn’t like the idea of not being seen as dependable to you, even now.
Encouraged slightly, Aaron takes a further step into the room. Maybe you do want him here, and you weren’t delirious when you asked him to visit. “You asked me to; of course I came. How do you feel?”
While he waits for an answer, he observes you. You’re in a fresh pair of clothes, and before he can enquire about it you’re speaking.
“I’ve been better.” You hold up one arm in a cast. “But I’ve just got this and a concussion, so it could be worse. Remember that case in Kansas where I broke my leg? That was way worse.”
Aaron shakes his head, wanting to scold you for speaking so lightly of an event that had very genuinely terrified him, but he stops himself. It’s not his place. In lieu of conversation, he raises the vase of flowers slightly.
“I, uh, brought you these.”
In the two long years that you’ve been gone, Aaron has never stopped reading human behaviour. More than anything, he has experience with your body language, and he looks over you with a familiar eye.
He sees the tension in your shoulders, your eyes narrowing slightly in the direction of the arrangement, and he knows that you’re remembering the last time he brought you flowers. “Thank you,” you say after a pause that’s almost too long. “What kind are they?”
“They’re Gladioli,” he says, and the words are fully out of his mouth before he remembers that he should have lied.
When you were dating, he had always brought you flowers. On your birthday, when you solved a case, when you just felt down; Aaron was there with a bouquet, one that always meant something. Celebration, or supportive love, or some other flower language message that he knew you would understand even when he couldn’t say it out loud.
He’s pretty sure that by the time you broke up, you had memorized the whole flower dictionary. But it’s possible, he hopes, that you never came across the Gladiolus flower. Hope. Love. Remembrance.
Why he bought them, he can’t say for sure. Maybe old habits die hard. Maybe he wants to know what you’d do if you recognized the flowers.
When you finally speak, it’s with an indecipherable voice. He’s got no idea whether or not you know what these flowers mean. “They’re beautiful. Can you just put them there?” You point one finger at the windowsill, and he follows your directions to place the vase down.
“Of course.” He sets the flowers down in a beam of sunlight, adjusts them this way and that until he’s satisfied. Once he stops moving, a heavy silence falls over the room.
What is there for you to discuss?
He’s racking his brain looking for something, anything, to talk about, until you speak bluntly.
“What do you know about the bomb?”
“What?” He hadn’t even considered that you might want to talk about the case. You’re a former agent of his unit, so ethically, it’s fine to discuss this with you. Still, he’s concerned about the trauma to your body and mind. Before he can speak again, or protest, you’re already talking.
“The bomb,” you repeat. “Do we know who it was placed by? Is it connected to any other bombs? What was it made with?”
This is familiar. This is okay. This is something Hotch knows how to talk about, even when you’re laid up in a hospital bed and he’s only talked to you a handful of times since you broke up two years ago.
At least it’s not awkward anymore. He can read it in the way you sink back into the bed, and how his own shoulders release a bundle of tension that’s been there since he initially heard that there was a bombing in New York this morning.
“We’re still trying to figure that out,” he admits. “It was made with the same chemical compound as the one that blew up The Vessel this morning. It was a homemade compound, nothing that could have been acquired naturally without extensive knowledge of bombs.”
“The Vessel? That’s a tourist attraction.” You sit up, but Hotch shakes his head.
“A closed one,” he corrects. “People just go there to take pictures outside the structure, now. That’s why there’s such a low body count.”
“Well, yeah, but it’s not just closed. The Vessel is the attraction that closed after a string of suicides,” you say, and Hotch’s head snaps up in attention. “It was a big thing on the news. Have you looked into anyone related to any of those suicides?”
“No, we haven’t.” He’s already fumbling for his phone. “I’m going back to the station. Just… keep us updated on your condition, okay? We would all like to know how you’re doing.”
“Absolutely not.” Hotch can’t decide if he’s more annoyed, impressed, or concerned when you stand up. “I’m coming with you.”
“You aren’t a part of the BAU anymore,” he reminds you. “You made that choice.” 
“Yeah, well, there weren’t any lives at stake. He went after a grocery store, Aaron! What’s next, the Empire State Building? Times Square?” You grab your bag of possessions collected from the bombing and rustle through for your purse. “Did you drive here?”
“You can’t come with me. You’re in the hospital for a reason.”
“For a concussion! People are dead.” You stride towards the door, holding your purse and jacket in the hand that doesn’t have a cast around the wrist. “Can you bring the Gladioli, please?”
Is he caught? Do you want to bring them because you know what they mean, or just because they’re nice flowers? With a sigh, Aaron picks them up and pulls his car keys out, knowing that you’ve won this one. “We aren’t putting your name on any reports,” he warns, taking your jacket and bag of possessions in his other hand. “Strauss would kill us both if she thinks I’m borrowing agents from other units.”
“I don’t need credit. But we need to find this guy, before he hurts anyone else.”
———
When Aaron gets back to the station, he thinks that his agents probably expected him to come back with something like Thai food, or information about a new bombing.
They likely weren’t expecting him to bring you with him. Or maybe they were, because the response of greeting waves and murmured ‘hello’s are less surprised than he had expected. 
“How are you feeling?” Prentiss asks casually, but Hotch can see the flicker of panic in her eyes when she glances at your cast.
“I’ve been worse. Listen, Aaron told me about The Vessel…” you start talking to the team as Hotch calls Garcia to loop her in, and suddenly everything feels more normal than it has in two years.
When you’ve finished filling the team in, Hotch starts to speak. “Garcia, we’re going to need history on the deaths that occurred there before it was closed down. Rossi and Prentiss, go through medical reports. Reid, I want you going through any written notes or other evidence found with the bodies.”
While he talks, he notices you slipping out of the room out of the corner of his eye. Morgan grabs his phone and calls Garcia, trying to help her comb through articles for a list of suicides that occurred at The Vessel.
Hotch sits down with Reid, paging through suicide notes and crime scene photos sent by Garcia until he feels like his head is spinning. 
That’s right around when you come back, your presence subtly announced with a cup of tea placed in front of Hotch and a gentle squeeze of his shoulder as you pass.
When he brings the cup to his lips, he smiles. It’s English Breakfast tea with a dash of sugar in it; his beverage of choice when it’s too late in the day for coffee. “Thank you,” he says, and you just give him a grin before going to assist Rossi and Prentiss.
After a few minutes of idle work and murmured discussion, Derek shushes everyone and puts his phone on speaker. “Okay, baby girl, tell us something good.”
“None of that, crime fighters. After a truly depressing deep dive through news articles, I’ve got 37 names belonging to people who… you know, died at The Vessel.”
“That’s not workable,” JJ remarks, “We need to narrow it down.”
“We said he has a protective, low body count style. Could be the family member of a suicide victim. One who doesn’t have the guts to cause the maximum amount of carnage,” Rossi suggests.
“That’s good,” Hotch hears himself say, like he’s hearing it from a distance. “A parent would show aggression. Garcia, look for suicide victims with surviving siblings in the area. Focus on the ones with older siblings.”
The click-clack of her keys is the only audible sound before she reports, “16 left. Still too many names.”
“Do any of them work in auto mechanics, or in proximity to cars?” Reid asks. “There’s a specific compound in the bomb that’s almost impossible to come by unless you have access to garage-grade chemicals or a specialized lab, and the lab is unlikely for him.”
“Two names. Anything else?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Hotch sees you perk up. “Did any of the victims work at that grocery store?”
“Uhh…. One! He wasn’t on our list of two, but his name was Jackson Moyer.”
“Wait, I’ve got something here.” Reid sorts through papers- suicide notes and similar images sent from Garcia, and Hotch doesn’t know when he had time to get them printed out- until he pulls out a sheet of paper. “Jackson Moyer. It says in the note that his girlfriend broke up with him on the same day he got fired.”
Emily leans over to look at the note. “It’s dated nine months ago.”
Nine months. “She was pregnant,” Hotch blurts out, and a heavy silence falls over the group.
Moments later, Garcia gives the confirmation. “Nora Carr, Jackson’s girlfriend, had the baby…. Three days ago, but she gave it up for adoption,” she reports. 
“Right before the bombings started.” Rossi’s observation sits heavy for a second until you speak again.
“Back to the victim. Does he have a surviving family member matching the description?” You hold the end of a pen in your mouth, worrying it between your lips while you look at your files. “A sibling or close cousin, maybe.”
There’s a moment of typing before Garcia says, “Bingo. His older brother, Jeremy. It looks like they were really close growing up; same sports teams, friend group, classes, you name it. He doesn’t work at any kind of auto shop, though. He works in retail.”
“He felt betrayed when his brother killed himself,” Hotch starts.
He’s caught off guard when you continue his train of thought for the first time in two years. The ease with which you take over his idea is one that he’s missed; sometimes, when he’s having difficulty going somewhere with a profile, he misses working with you. It’s like you hold the other piece of the puzzle.
But now, even if just temporarily, you’re here and you’re fitting the puzzle piece into place
“And he saw giving away Jackson’s child as the ultimate betrayal. Does he have a boyfriend or girlfriend with access to the chemicals used?” You ask.
“Yep. Her name is Erica Harmon and she’s a grad student at Columbia. She’s a TA in a load of undergrad chem classes, too.”
“He’s got access to the chemicals through her,” JJ says, frowning at her list of materials found in the bombs. “Almost all of this is lab-grade, and the rest of it wouldn’t be hard to find at a supermarket.”
“And he’s probably going after Jackson’s ex-girlfriend next,” Morgan says, already grabbing his gun as the rest of the group stands up.
Prentiss looks at her boss. “Where do you want us?”
“You and Reid, head to Jeremy’s house. Rossi, Morgan, JJ, I want you at the ex-girlfriend’s apartment.”
“Where am I going?” You ask, using one hand on the table to steady yourself when you stand up and wobble slightly. “I need a gun.”
“No, you don’t. You need to stay here, and I’ll stay with you.” Aaron sits back down, pulls you into your own chair with both hands on yours while he ignores the team’s stares.
“Hotch, are you sure?” Morgan asks, but Aaron doesn’t even look over. 
“Go.”
He hears the sounds of rustling to his side, his team leaving as fast as they can while Garcia says something about sending them the addresses, but he can hardly focus. “Are you okay?”
“A little…” You bring a hand to the centre of your forehead. “A little dizzy, that’s all. Are they going to be okay?”
“They’ll be just fine. We profiled that he targets the buildings themselves, not the people in them. He won’t be able to take a hostage successfully.” Aaron promises. 
He hopes he’s right.
He hopes he hasn’t lied to you yet again, especially when you give him a hopeful smile.
“I missed this,” you say, so casually that his heartbeat falters before you continue to speak, giving him clarification that he doesn’t want. “Working with everyone, being on cases. Biometrics isn’t nearly as interesting.”
The confession cracks his face into something resembling a smile. “Never a dull moment here,” he agrees before the two of you fall into a silence that he can’t decipher.
Should he have said something else? We missed working with you, or I missed having you around, or Biometrics is practically an entry-level unit. Maybe even, Are you thinking of rejoining the team?
He still doesn’t know why he lied to you on the day of the breakup, why the words ‘it’s not reversible’ had ever left his lips. You could have come back to the BAU at any time, Strauss be damned. Of course, it would be his head on the chopping block, but still. You deserved to know.
He doesn’t say anything.
“How’s Beth?” You blurt out, and he wonders how long you’ve been holding onto that question before you asked it.
He wishes you hadn’t asked. He has a moment of panic, gives you a reaction he already hates himself for before he does it. Instead of answering, he stands up and picks up his now-empty mug of tea. “I’m going to get another. Do you need anything? Some water?” He suggests, brushing the back of his hand on your forehead the way he does when Jack is sick.
The look in your eyes is unreadable when you slump down into your seat further, staring at the table. “I’m okay,” you mumble, and Aaron hates himself even more for the familiar way he caresses your hair before he walks off.
His return a few minutes later finds you curled up in one of the large office chairs, your head leaned back while you speak into your cell phone. “… not sure when I’ll be back,” you’re saying, and you glance up when he enters the room. “I’ll call you back later, okay?” 
You hang up and tuck the phone under your leg before you look up at him. You don’t say anything. 
He doesn’t say anything.
You don’t say anything.
“I brought you tea,” he blurts out. 
Aaron Hotchner, ex-prosecutor, Unit Chief of the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, well-known in more than one elite circle for his nuanced understanding of the human mind and what makes it tick. That’s him.
Or maybe it’s not, because after two seconds of awkward silence he’s offering you the mug of tea he made for himself.
“I thought you went to get yourself one,” you say, but a barely-trembling hand reaches forward to accept the mug nonetheless. Thank god he’d grabbed a clean one.
“You need it more. How’s your arm doing?” He asks, and you shrug.
“It’s been better, but it’s been worse. Hurts less when I don’t think about it.”
Aaron has always prided himself on giving you what you need. If you’re telling him that you don’t want to think about it, he can work with that. He can distract you. “Who were you on the phone with?”
It’s excruciating, the length of time that he sits in silence before you answer. It feels like he’s waiting for a signed murder confession. He sits there and waits for what feels like days, weeks, maybe a month or two to hear you say, “My friend.”
“Garcia said you were visiting a friend. That’s why you bought the onesie, isn’t it?” He guesses, remembering that awkward run-in with Beth and Ella at the museum gift shop.
He can’t believe he brought it up. Can you see the shame for it on his face, or the tips of his ears red with embarrassment?
It had been a great day. He had had a rare day off, and he and Beth had taken the kids to the park. They’d gone out for ice cream afterwards, and finally for a tour of Jack’s favourite museum that ended with the museum gift shop. It’s almost a perfect memory, a day that he would fit into a snow globe to preserve if he could.
He knows that if he did that, somehow preserved the day in a sphere full of glycol, he would just remember the look on your face in that gift shop. He still can’t put a name to the emotion other than ‘torn’.
Aaron Hotchner; the master of understanding every human mind except yours. 
“She just had a baby,” you respond, and he blinks twice before he remembers that you aren’t in the gift shop anymore and that he asked you a question. 
You’re here in front of him now with a broken wrist and a concussion and you finally seem to be opening up to him, and he doesn’t want to risk missing it by staying in his own head.
“Boy or girl?” He asks while you sip the tea. It's an English Breakfast with nothing but a bit of sugar, but you don’t seem to mind.
“He’s a boy. His name is Tristan and he’s cute, too. Do you want to see a picture?” You’re already eagerly reaching for your phone, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop you now whether he wants to see the pictures or not.
When you show him the screen, a part of him wishes he had stopped you.
The baby is tiny. Tristan is swaddled in a blanket, the top half of his head poking out just for tiny eyes to squint at the camera. Aaron can see the top of a scrunched nose, maybe the beginning of a cry or a yawn. He examines the details, the obviously-plush blanket with grey-blue floral detailing.
Aaron does his best to fixate his attention on Tristan and ignore the fact that the photo is of you holding the baby, looking almost maternal and definitely happy and…
He looks away.
He can’t help it; he hardly stops himself to consider whether it’s rude of him to actively dodge the photo. Instead, he clears his throat. “Very cute,” he agrees, “You’re right about that.”
“Yeah. He was born a little premature, so I thought I’d take some time off of work, come up and help her out for a little while.” You look down at your cast and let out half a scornful laugh. “Some help I am. I don’t even think I could hold him now.”
“I’m sure you’ve been plenty helpful,” he assures you without a thought. After all, for years you had as much of a hand in raising Jack as Aaron did. “It just might have been cut short a little.”
“Yeah, a little. I’m probably going to have to head home after this. It doesn’t make sense to stay when I can’t do anything.” You look glum at the prospect, and without a thought Aaron reaches a foot out to bump against the roller wheels of your chair. It’s a gentle tap, one that just serves to get your attention.
“Talk to your friend,” he advises. “Maybe you can still cook, or help her clean up around the house. There’s no need to cut your time off short just because you can’t hold a baby.”
Your head tilts just a bit, and your eyes narrow as though you’re looking at an equation in the air that Aaron can’t see, let alone guess the factors of. He hopes you can solve it, whatever it is. “Maybe,” you say, and that’s when he hears the conference room door open.
“Hey, double trouble.” Morgan has a trademark grin from ear to ear as he sits down at the table, and Hotch swivels in his seat to face the team as they file into the room.
How did it appear to them? Him close to your chair, you tucked into it with one leg under you and the other hanging off the side. Did it seem uncomfortable, like you didn’t want to be there? He wishes he could have taken a picture of the two of you, somehow, something he could study and examine and hope to understand.
You’ve been alone in a room for… well, he’s lost track of time, but it’s been a while and he still can’t tell if you’re comfortable or not. He’s got no clue until you pipe up and wheel your chair closer to the table.
“Dibs on being ‘double’. You can be ‘trouble’.” You nudge his shoulder with your own, and Hotch does his best not to smile. There’s no use in encouraging you, after all. Still, he can feel some of the tension drain from his shoulders at the light tone; you’re happy to be here, happy to work on this case and to talk to him.
“Actually, you can’t assign nicknames based off of a group nickname when the name itself is a play on how many members there are,” Reid corrects as he sits down with his case file in hand. “You can only do that if each nickname is a separate title.”
Morgan groans out loud at that and reaches over to swat Reid’s arm. “C’mon, man, you’re taking all the fun out of it,” he complains, leaving Reid with a mildly perplexed look on his face.
“We can try again,” Prentiss offers, slipping out of her bulletproof vest. “Hey, sugar and spice.”
Aaron can feel your reaction before you can even open your mouth, and he beats you to it by a half second by warning, “Don’t say that I’m spice.”
The look on your face tells him that that’s exactly what you meant to say. He pushes away thoughts of Look how well I know you in favour of We’re at work.
“How did takedown go?” He asks. The debrief usually happens on the jet, but it feels wrong to discuss the case without you now. Debriefing is an essential part of each case for everyone who works on it, and he does his best to make sure that each member of his team- past or present- can leave each city with a sense of closure.
If anyone needs closure on this case, it’s the woman wearing a cast who hasn’t had to face the horrors of the BAU in two years.
And maybe Aaron, because it’s just as important to him that you feel okay after the events of the last day. Maybe you need to know that the unsub is behind bars, but Aaron needs to know that you know.
Dave, who has been smirking ever since he saw Hotch quickly wheel his chair away from yours upon the team's arrival, speaks first. “Nice and easy. We caught him while he was assembling a bomb in the apartment complex's boiler room. Taking a hostage never crossed his mind.”
“He didn’t even go to Nora’s apartment. She had no idea what we were talking about when we tried to interview her,” JJ says. She hasn’t sat down yet, and is already working to gather up the metric ton of paper covering the conference room table.
Maybe Hotch should have thought to do that.
“Good. And Erica, the girlfriend?”
“She had no idea about any of it. Morgan found a copy of her keys on the unsub’s keyring, and her best guess was that he copied them right out of her purse.” Prentiss passes JJ a stack of papers and sighs. “I feel bad for that girl. She had no idea what was happening right under her nose.”
“She had no way of knowing that her boyfriend would be pushed over the edge like he was. She’s gonna need help after this, for sure,” Morgan says thoughtfully, and the group mumbles out a collective agreement.
“Either way, mi bellos,” Rossi stands up to clasp his hands together, “The case is closed and we’ve got someone in cuffs. All’s well that ends… well, you know.”
It catches Hotch off guard when his stomach pangs at the thought of leaving. Boarding the jet and heading home. Leaving New York, leaving Jackson and Jeremy and their girlfriends in the past, leaving you to deal with the aftereffects of being injured on your own.
He can’t stop himself from speaking, even if just to re-think his words before they become law. “We can stay the night.”
There’s no subtlety to the rise of Morgan’s eyebrows, or the glance that Prentiss and JJ exchange. But there’s nothing he can do about it now. The words are out there. It’s already done.
“Why would we do that?” Reid asks, always one to voice the question no one wants to vocalize. Hotch has always loved his curious mind and his need to understand every aspect of something.
Even if he kind of wants to throttle the kid right now, because how the hell is he supposed to answer that?
“Because you all did some good work today,” he answers after a painfully long minute, “and deserve a night off. We can all go out for dinner and be on the jet early in the morning.”
That answer seems to satisfy the room, and Aaron ignores the look Rossi is giving him as he glances over at you and drops his voice. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” you promise. “Do you, you know, maybe have an extra seat at that table?” You look nervous; he can read that clear as day. The idea that this could put you on edge almost makes a laugh bubble up in his stomach but he shoves it down in favour of a smile.
“I’m sure we can pull one up,” he assures you in a murmur. “We’d love to see you a bit more before we leave.”
“Oh.” You sound almost surprised, and he’s glad that he thought to hide behind the royal ‘we’. “Okay. Can I ride there with one of you?”
“Of course.” Aaron stands up and pulls your chair away from the table so you’ve got room to stand. Unnecessary chivalry; he has to remind himself to cut it out. “We can take a taxi.”
That’s how, fifteen minutes later, he finds himself in the passenger seat of a cab with you, JJ, and Garcia squished together in the backseat.
He wonders what you’re talking about back there behind the partition in low whispers, the occasional giggle, and one or two sharp “Shh”’s. The taxi stops too soon for him to find out, and your little group finds the rest of the team at a table already.
You slide into a seat and Hotch unconsciously moves to take the seat farthest from you- a habit he’s built in the last two years- only to find Morgan already sitting in it. “Sorry, Hotch. You snooze, you lose,” he defends with a wide smile.
By the time he turns to see what other seats are free, the only one left is right next to you. “Aaron, over here,” you say, and with all eyes on him there’s nothing to do but come around the table and sink into the stiff chair.
The waitress comes by to take drink orders a minute later, and Hotch orders himself a water. He’s here on official business, and he refuses to get drunk. It’s what his father did, and that always ended up in violence or big scenes made in public. Hotch does everything he can to avoid that side of himself, especially when he’s representing the government.
“What kind of wines do you have?” He hears you ask, and he turns his head to see the waitress produce a menu from what must have been thin air.
“She can’t drink,” he says loudly, putting out a hand like he can stop the menu from making its way to you. “She has a concussion.”
Speaking around you, to you, for you, is a dance, as Aaron is slowly learning.
You frown, and he hopes he hasn’t overstepped. You don’t say anything, and he holds his breath. You finally look up at the waitress and order a water, and he sighs in relief.
“Thanks, it slipped my mind,” you murmur once she’s walked away, and he gives you a tight smile before getting dragged into an argument between Morgan and Reid.
Dinner, for the most part, passes in a blur of quiet conversation and polite laughter. It isn’t until everyone is eating dessert, half the team feeling the effects of the wines they’ve been indulging in, that everything goes to hell.
He really shouldn’t be so surprised. The evening has gone without a hitch so far- Aaron’s left arm occasionally bumping your right when you try to eat at the same time has really been the only obstacle- so he figures that you’re about due for something to go wrong. Some event to stir up the peaceful bubble he’s stumbled across.
It happens, as many things do, in the form of Emily Prentiss opening her mouth. She leans over you to speak to Aaron, and it’s like he’s watching the train crash in slow motion when she says to him, “So, how’s the single life?”
He can feel the way you stiffen up next to him, white knuckles on your fork, peering out of the corner of your eye. Do you want to hear the answer? “Prentiss, please. That’s hardly appropriate.” His voice is being held together like it’s wrapped in duct tape, but it comes out steady enough.
Emily sighs at the scolding. “I just wanted to know,” she grumbles, pushing a piece of cheesecake around on her plate. “You and Beth broke up a week ago; I’m just curious.”
“Good question,” JJ says. “Have you talked to her since? Wait, is that why she wasn’t at the wedding?”
“You told us she was sick, but statistically this is the least likely time of year for someone to experience cold or flu related symptoms.” Spencer frowns down at his rootbeer. “Did you lie? You could have told us that you broke up. We could have helped.”
“Same way I got over the second Mrs. Rossi,” Dave jokes, lifting his glass in a salute. “I don’t think I left the strip club for a month.”
“Please,” Aaron repeats, raising his voice slightly. “This isn’t appropriate.” He directs it primarily to Emily, who started this whole thing, and he notices the shell-shocked look on your face out of the corner of his eye.
“I just wanted to know,” Emily repeats, as petulant as a stubborn child.
She wanted you to know, more likely. Aaron has been careful about not talking about his relationship- Emily only knows because he developed a case of drunkenly loose lips the night of the wedding and overshared to her wife, Katie- and now you know the one thing he didn’t want to become widespread. There’s no way that wasn’t intentional.
“I should…” You push your chair back with a ‘screech’ and stand up, hurrying out of the restaurant in the direction of the lobby without further excuse.
Hotch watches you go, lets out a groaned “God.” while he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I need to- I’ll be back.” He tosses down his napkin and takes off in the direction you exited.
“Now, that wasn’t too nice,” Derek points out, and Emily shrugs.
“I didn’t like the tension. At least now they’ll talk.”
Meanwhile, Aaron finds himself rounding the large fountain display in the lobby to talk to you. “Are you leaving?”
When you look up, there’s vague surprise on your face. Did you think he wouldn’t follow you? If there’s one thing Aaron knows about himself by now, it’s that he would follow you to hell and back.
“I think I should. I think that would be best.” Instead of looking at him, you fiddle with your keys and look everywhere else. The chandelier, fountain, reception desk; everywhere except at Aaron himself.
“Just… just hold on, a couple of minutes. I didn’t mean to upset you, by not saying something. I thought it would be… easier.”
That gets a reaction. Your eyes snap to his, and he can see something like hurt swimming in them. “Easier?”
“Yes. You didn’t have anything to do with it; why should I have to tell you?” He challenges, even though it’s half a lie. You weren’t faultless in the breakup, but he’s not going to be sharing that fact.
“You don’t think I would want to know?” You take a small step towards him. “Even just so I could be there for you?”
“That’s not a good idea,” he counters. “I have friends I can speak to about breakups.” He regrets his words the second that he sees the pain in your eyes. Oh, because you’re supposed to be friends now. That’s right; his last breakup was with you.
Three feet away, perched on the edge of the fountain, an older woman is watching the two of you intensely. She’s obviously listening, and that’s something that Aaron doesn’t want to deal with. “Look,” he says, his voice low and quiet, “Will you come up to my room? We can talk there, but I’m not doing this in public.”
The conflicting emotions on your face seem to be going to war until you take a deep breath and take Aaron’s hand, your fingers wrapping around his as you board the elevator.
He hopes you don’t notice David Rossi standing near the elevators. He hopes you don’t notice the thumbs up that the older man gives him, or the middle finger he gives in return.
The elevator ride is silent and long, almost excruciatingly so, and he’s half relieved once you get into the hotel room and take a seat on separate beds facing each other. His suitcase is against the wall, zipped up, and the desk is covered in various writings and readings that he doesn’t even know when Spencer had time to unpack.
You break the silence first, your face expressionless like it’s an interrogation. It feels like he’s on the wrong side of the interrogation table for once when you speak. “You and Beth broke up.”
“We did,” he agrees, and that’s when he wonders if he made a mistake bringing you up here. He doesn’t want you to hear the whole story; why not just confirm the breakup in the lobby and send you on your way?
Well, he couldn’t have done that, and he knows why. It’s still a half-decent alternative to this, though.
“Why?”
“Why… did we break up?” He clarifies, and you nod. “We wanted different things.”
Finally, emotion crosses your face; a flicker of anger. He doesn’t blame you, especially when he remembers the sacrifice you made. “Different things? So, she didn’t want more kids? Or was it work-related?”
He isn’t going to get through this without telling you the whole story; he can see that now. As hard as it is, he knows you aren’t letting this rest until you get a comprehensive answer.
“She had a pregnancy scare.”
Your sudden bark of laughter is hardly a surprise, but it makes him wince all the same. “You broke up because you don’t want to have another kid? Are you serious?”
He tries to answer. Instead, memory hits him like a brick wall, wraps its arms around him and drags him down into it.
“Aaron? Honey, where are you?” Beth’s cheery voice entered the room before she did, and Aaron looked up at her with a smile.
“Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?” He asked. He hated this domestic part, the part where he had to pretend to be just as in love as she was.
But love grows, he knew. Just as flowers could blossom from cracks in the pavement, love could develop with time and affection. It wouldn’t be fair to her, to not return the open affection she gave him.
He always wondered why it never felt easy or effortless, why he often felt like he was just a young boy playing at being in a relationship, instead of an adult who was actually in one.
“My day was good,” she said, a barely-contained smile on her face. “So, you know how I’ve been under the weather lately?”
That was an understatement. She’d thrown up more than once in the last couple of days. Love or not, Aaron cared enough that he was on the verge of taking her to the emergency room himself. “Of course. Are you feeling any better?”
“Not really. But my period was late yesterday, so I thought, why not?” Why not, what? She wasn’t making any sense, and it wasn’t until Aaron saw the little stick in her hand that the pieces flew together for him, like a puzzle begging to be solved. “And, well…” 
He stared down at tanned hands presenting him the stick, two tiny lines deciding his future for him. “You’re pregnant.”
“I’m pregnant,” she confirmed, throwing her arms around his neck. He slowly brought both arms up to hug her- a facade of excitement, even though his face would certainly betray him if she were to look at it. “Isn’t that great?”
“That’s… wow.” It was as honest of an answer as he could give. “Are you going to see a doctor to make sure?”
“Of course I am.” She pulled away just enough to kiss him, but he broke away soon enough. “Aaron? This is great, isn’t it? Aren’t you excited?” There was an edge in her voice, one that told him that his face- expressions of shock, uncertainty, certainly no joy- was giving him away.
He couldn’t dodge the direct question, the look in her eye. She already knew the answer before she asked the question, and they both knew that this was his chance for redemption.
He didn’t take it.
A week later, the doctor confirmed the false positive. Aaron couldn’t have brought himself to be upset if he tried. 
The same afternoon, Beth packed up hers and Ella’s things, and they were gone.
He wanted to feel sad. He wanted to feel heartbroken. He wanted to punish himself, for knowing that he had missed out on the closest chance he had had to a real family in years. 
It was the reason you left; your sacrifice, the heartache you’d both been left with, everything you’d both gone through was deemed useless in the deciding moment. It was his one chance, and he hadn’t taken it.
He just felt numb.
“Aaron.” Your voice, pitched sharp, manages to pull him out of his trance. “Are you okay?”
He doesn’t know why you’re asking. He wants to know if you’re okay. He wants to apologize, to fall to his knees and hold onto you the way he should have two years ago.
“I’m fine.”
“So, Beth had a pregnancy scare,” you prompt. “And that’s why you broke up?”
He hesitates. “Yes.”
He hesitated too long. 
“Why?” You ask.
He knows that you’re only pushing it because you know him.
You know him better than anyone; you know that he doesn’t walk away from things that he wants, not when he has a choice.
And wasn’t that what he wanted? Didn’t he want Beth, more children, a family of his own?
“Don’t do this.” It’s a plea, and it goes unanswered.
“Why did you break up? Aaron… come on.” The desperation in your voice kisses his ears. It reminds him that you’ve been hurt at least as badly as he’s been. It tells him that you aren’t there as a concerned friend; you’re there as someone who deserves the answer to the question you asked. Someone who’s a part of the twisted equation, who fits into the formula of the last two years. Someone who’s been hurt by him, for him, only for him to throw that sacrifice away.
He replies by just saying your name, the name he’s spoken so many times. He’s said it before with love, playful annoyance and affection. After the breakup he said it less often, and it was often delivered with spite or tears of proportions that he didn’t know he would, or could, shed.
This time, when he says your name, he thinks he sounds… broken. His voice cracks, his face flushes, and he looks down at his feet. He’s still got his dress shoes on, and he counts the eyelets- 3, 4, 5 pairs of them, black laces looped neatly through- without saying another word.
Your name, as broken as it is between his lips, is an admission of guilt. It’s a confession, an entreaty for you to stop pushing, and it contains unspoken defeat.
“Aaron.” Your voice is firm when you repeat his name, and his eyes snap up from his shoes- 3, 4, 5, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5- to meet yours. “Don’t I deserve to know?”
You do. He knows you do. The ‘don’t I deserve?’ angle is never something you’ve used, and he knows this is a last ditch effort to get the truth out of him.
You do deserve to know.
How can he say it? How can he tell you the truth? How can he possibly look into your earnest eyes and pretend that he can defend himself and the decisions that he’s made?
He can tell you that more kids doesn’t make sense; he knows that, in a factual sense. He wasn’t around enough when Jack was little, is hardly better at being around now. The job is priority; he could get hurt or worse, and leave behind a widow with more mouths to feed than she can handle. He could become a twisted version of his father, pitting his children against each other. He’s too old to run around with toddlers for the next ten years.
He can tell you any number of things that make sense, but you won’t accept anything less than the truth. That, at least, is written plain as day on your face.
“She isn’t you.”
His words hit you like a bucket of ice water. They slap you so hard that you have half a mind to bring a hand up to your cheek and check for sore spots. “Aaron-”
“It’s true. I’m sorry if that���s not what you wanted to hear, but you wanted the truth and that’s it.” His breathing sounds more ragged now, like he’s fighting to stay collected. 
He doesn’t know what he was thinking, telling you. He isn’t trying to get you back. You made your choice, you walked away, and that’s that.
“Aaron. You want a family,” you remind him, your voice cracking. How can he not remember? How can he throw away the last two years, disregard your sacrifice like this?
Hadn’t that always been his dream? A positive pregnancy test with a woman who loved him? And yet, in the final hour, he’d walked away. He’d made a choice, one that he has to face now, with you.
“I know. God, I know, but it just… it couldn’t happen.”
“Because she’s not me? Are you serious?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper, fraught with disbelief and maybe a hint of fear at the potential weight of his answer, and you wish that Aaron were speaking even quieter when he responds. You wish you couldn’t hear him at all.
“Because there’s no family without you.”
The dry scoff that escapes you is answer enough, especially once it’s paired with your head dropping into your hands. “Then what the hell have we been doing?”
“I tried,” he defends. Desperation is poured into every syllable, filling in the spaces of the things he can’t say like resin on wood. “I gave it a chance, she was happy. But when I saw that test…”
Neither of you knows if he’s stopped to figure out what he should say, or if it’s because he can’t say it. He looks small, appears defenceless in a way that he never lets himself.
“I couldn’t do it,” he finishes. He spreads his hands out, a placating gesture. “I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want a family with her. When I saw that test, I was scared. Terrified. A baby is a commitment, and I don’t- I can’t- see myself making that commitment with anyone but you.”
“You know how I feel about kids.” For a moment his eyes flicker down, to where your phone sits on the bed, and you have half a mind to wonder if he’s going to bring Tristan into this.
Maybe he’s settled more into this conversation. Maybe he’s realized that he doesn’t have much to lose here. For whatever reason, his rebuttal to you, perched facing him on the opposite bed- worlds away, yet only mere feet- is more of a challenge than a question. “When did I ask you to have any?”
“What?” You tilt your head the slightest bit, stray hairs illuminated in the yellow-grey light, and he thinks his heart skips a beat when you blink.
“I didn’t ask you to have kids. I never asked for that.” He knows it for a fact; that simple thought has been his port at sea more than once, on the nights where he wondered exactly how things had gone so wrong.
You blink again. ‘I want us to get married, have as many kids as we can, I want all of that and I want it with you.’ Those were his words, spoken so passionately two years ago.
But there were other words, too, and they fly back into your mind like they’re trying to haunt you. Words that circle you, remind you that you were the reason he couldn’t have that life.
‘I’ve been thinking, and you’re more important to me than having more kids.’
‘Just say the word, and I’ll never bring it up again.’
‘I’m not going to sit here and tell you what I want, because I’m not forcing you into that. You don’t want it, fine. We don’t do it.’
You remember him confessing what he wanted, so earnest and unexpecting of you to go along with it.
Phrases swirl your head, sentences that haven't done so since the breakup.
Sentences that you hadn’t let yourself understand until now. 
‘I would be happier knowing that I’m in a relationship with someone who wants the same things I do. I want that with you, I want you to want it, but that isn’t happening.’
‘I want us to go back to normal. How we were.’
‘You’re all I need. I mean it.’
“You want a family. That’s what you want.” Your protest is weak, and you don’t know if it’s a protest for your self-protection or his feelings.
Maybe it’s both.
“You were my family. You and Jack. I was so happy with you.”
“Not as happy as you could have been,” you counter. Aaron visibly hesitates, a moment of back-and-forth sway before he crosses the room to sit next to you on the other bed.
“You…” the breath he takes is deep and rattling. “You made me happier than I could ask for.”
You move back and he does too, kicking off his shoes to mirror your crossed legs. The two of you sit and face each other. The headboard sets the scenery behind him, cheap hotel wall art behind you. When you take a breath, so does he.
“You walked away,” you remind him. It isn’t a show of blame; it’s a reminder, pure and simple, that he wasn’t happy with you. 
“No, I didn’t.” He reaches out, one of his hands trembling as it grasps yours. “I wouldn’t have.”
He doesn’t say anything for a minute. Instead, he watches as his hand wraps around yours, squeezes it once.
He’s just about to let go when you squeeze back.
“You told me to go,” he whispers, staring down at those linked hands. If he looks you in the eye now, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. “It’s what you wanted.”
You laugh, and the sound is humourless and dry. “What I wanted? Aaron, you only stayed past that first day for me, to make me feel like I wasn’t ruining your life. I didn’t kick you out; I let you go.”
“I didn’t get a choice. I chose to stay, I chose you above a bigger family, and you didn’t let me,” Aaron says, and your hand tightens on his. “I tried, okay? I- I found Beth, we moved in together. For God’s- Ella called me ‘dad’. I did my best to have that life. I tried. It didn’t work.”
“I don’t know what you want,” you confess, and he hates himself a little more when he sees the heartbreak in your eyes. “I just want you to be happy. I thought I was giving you that.”
Aaron shifts himself, moves a little closer to you. He thinks he might be about to say the wrong thing, the thing that destroys whatever tentative relationship the two of you have built.
He doesn’t care.
This relationship, this dance of overdoing and understepping and caring too much without saying enough? He doesn’t want it.
He doesn’t care about throwing it away.
“Nothing,” he vows, extending one hand to raise your chin when you look down, “Nothing has ever made me as happy as you did. That’s all I wanted. You.”
You avert your gaze, and you feel your face grow warm. It’s been a long time since he looked at you like this, with all of the care and attention in the world somehow pouring from the gaze of warm hazel eyes locked on yours.
“What do you want me to say?” You ask after a stretch of silence. Not even the sound of breathing dares to disrupt the quiet; neither of you want to make the wrong move right now, not when you can see the crossroads ahead. 
“Whatever you want to say. Just not what you think I want to hear.” 
That’s what it’s come down to, at the root. Both of you lying, sneaking, saying and doing whatever you can to protect the other’s feelings and do what you think is best. He’s tired of it.
You did what you thought was the right thing, and let him go. He did what he thought was the right thing, and chased the life you made possible by leaving. But neither of you are happy, and he can admit that now.
“I still don’t want kids.”
“I’m still not asking you to have any.” He waits two beats, unsure if he can even bring himself to ask what he knows he has to.
“Does Jack count?” He’s breathless as he waits for the answer. You could have found freedom in the last two years, after several spent living a mother’s schedule. Maybe you don’t want a hand in any child’s life, and he won’t begrudge you that.
“He’s… no,” you say, and Aaron exhales in what might be relief. “But that doesn’t mean I want more. You want more.”
“I want you,” he corrects, the same way he did two years ago. Maybe this time you’ll listen, and accept his words for the truth that they are. “I had more. I didn’t want it, not without you.”
Your breathing, shallow and timid, hitches at his words. He notices the slip-up in a heartbeat, wants to trip over himself and correct it. Before he can, you say, “But the future-”
“The future,” he interrupts, clasping one of your hands in both of his, “My future, it only matters if it’s you.If you’re happy with Jack, I’m happy. You’re what I need. You’re all I need.”
“Aaron, please.” Your voice is small, and that’s when he realizes that he’s been trailblazing this conversation with hardly a thought about what you want. Maybe you’ve moved on, or fallen out of love.
He doesn’t think you have, though. Between your conversation at the wedding and the fact that you’re still here, both hands now holding onto his, wide eyes peering into his own, he thinks he’s made a safe bet.
“Please, what?” He murmurs. He can defer to you now, let you approach this at your pace. He’s said his piece.
It’s not until he sees your eyes squeeze shut that he remembers your concussion, and he’s sure that this conversation isn’t helping what must be a painful headache.
“I… it’s getting late. And I really should sleep. My head...” 
Every instinct in Aaron’s body is well-honed, trained to take opportunities that might pass him by otherwise. It’s what got him Haley, what got him into the BAU, and now it’s what might get you back.
Every instinct is screaming not to let you leave. 
“Do you want to talk more about this later?” He offers, his right hand releasing your left. The other two stay linked, his fingers brushing the cast, and you make no move to loosen them as you nod.
He waits. He isn’t sure what he’s waiting for, but he waits.
You close your eyes, already on the verge of rethinking before you speak. But you’ve got instincts, too, and they’re all telling you to stay in this room. Your future is in this room, and you aren’t about to close the door on that. Even if the conversation can wait, you know exactly how it will end.
It’s clear to you now that Aaron only left because he did the same thing you did, tried to protect your feelings. He never would have left if you hadn’t forced his hand and left first, and the thought of the time that you lost makes your chest seize unpleasantly.
It’s not too late to undo old mistakes, though.
“Can I sleep here? It’s not really safe, getting a taxi this late.”
Aaron lets go of your other hand first. “Of course, you can.” He’s half situated to go to sleep already, just has to take off his tie and loosen his shirt. He doesn’t get off the bed, and that’s why it surprises him when you lay down in the same bed, on your side.
“So you don’t have to share with Spencer when he gets here,” you explain through a yawn, and his heart hurts when he sees the way your nose crinkles. He’s missed it, missed you.
Sleep comes quickly, somehow. The exhaustion of the day, of the conversation, overtakes you both in what feels like mere moments.
-
When Aaron wakes up, it’s with his arms around you and his nose pressing into your neck. He holds on for a moment before he has to let go; you’ll have time later, and the team is waiting.
Getting out of bed, Aaron finds the other queen bed- Spencer’s- empty, untouched.
When the two of you arrive at the jet, late with your suitcase, he says, “I stayed with Morgan and Rossi. We thought you could use some privacy.”
You let go of Aaron’s hand to reach out and ruffle Spencer’s hair, ignoring the look he gives you when you mess up his curls. “Thanks, Spence.”
If the team is anything, it’s ‘respectful when the time calls for it’. No one says a word when you and Aaron sit next to each other. No one blinks when your hand slides home into his.
His fingers lace around yours. He squeezes once, and you squeeze back. As the jet takes off, soaring towards DC and your new future, you hold onto him. It’s going to be alright.
Once upon a time, they always said that you and Aaron were the lucky ones. Maybe they were right.
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nakedmonkey · 7 months
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omg shivlina + 5 pls thank you? <3
Hiiii! This is uhh, a tad over 5 sentences.
5. "My mother adores you"
Karolina's met Caroline before, of course. Divorcing Logan isn't the same as divorcing his money or his brand, and while most Caroline-related matters are delegated to Hugo, Karolina's dealt with her plenty and is well versed in her particular brand of language. That dry wit humor that's always delivered with a cunning smile, fangs out. Karolina's well-armed for it and can even appreciate it, might even be fluent in it herself. After all, the only way to survive Logan Roy is by knowing how to fight back. However, meeting her again, in casual wear, sans work matters to lean on for support is very different, and that presents all new anxieties.
"My mother adores you," Shiv whispers to her, seemingly impressed, and gives her hip a little squeeze while Caroline makes a show of carrying a tray of iced tea out for them to enjoy in the garden.
"Stop it," Karolina hisses, pushing Shiv's hand away, and well, that only makes matters worse because Shiv's got that look in her eye, like she's been called to a challenge. Blood in the water and all of that. Shiv would hate to know how much she resembles her mother sometimes.
"What? You think if we stand too close together my mother's going to know you finger-banged me to high heaven in the study this morning?"
Karolina holds her palm up, a shushing gesture that makes Shiv laugh.
"Let's--tone it down, okay? At least until your divorce is final."
Shiv holds her hands up in mock surrender and takes a respectful step back.
"As you wish."
"Come along girls," Calls Caroline. "You can flirt just as well in the sun."
Shiv flashes Karolina a toothy grin while Karolina tries her best to not look mortified. With a sigh, she follows Shiv outside, and well, at least they're getting along.
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ncytiri · 6 months
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say hello to my brand new oc for starfield, hayden!!!! she was inspired by one of my fave characters from for all mankind, tracy stevens 💞 so of course i had to use tracy's actress, the gorgeous sarah jones, as her faceclaim and honor tracy by using her last name (via her husband, another fave of mine, gordo!) <3 and her first name is inspired by, of course, my man hayden christensen but also hayden anhedönia, the artist behind ethel cain who i have fallen in love with, her music is just so good...
hayden has the kid stuff trait meaning she sends 2% of her credits home to her parents every (in game) week and this might be one of my most favorite traits in a bethesda game ever, the parents are SO funny (played by none other than nana visitor and tim russ <3) and they are so sweet too!! so hayden was definitely an only child who was completely doted on by her parents and spoiled completely so once she got her nice cushy job as a professor of geology, she began financially supporting her parents regardless of what they said :')
i like to think she goes through a bit of a transformation out of her professor persona at the beginning of the game (more put together and "presentable" like that main pic i used for her graphic) and then as she goes through the game, she starts to change and maybe gets a haircut, changes her makeup up etc. so if i do end up changing her, i'll show her updated look!!!
also if you couldn't tell i am not the best at matching faces to an actor so pls forgive any glaring differences between hayden and sarah <3 SKFDDS i just couldn't find a good color or hair style for her (this one does match the tracy look above a bit tho!)
anywhoooo yes, that's enough rambling from me about her, i just thought i would give a little bit of background info on her and talk about her inspiration, but feel free to ask me anything about her if you wanna know more!!!! i'm still rounding out her character but i would love to talk about her some more :'D
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rinhaler · 4 months
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The anon who just found out u were fuwushiguro here!!
Yes I absolutely understand the frustration from not performing as well with follower count to likes ratio - as an artist who used to be quite popular and likes went from thousands to only like seventy. At some point you feel like you’re not doing it for you, but actually for others. I’m happy you realised the happiness can come from writing and not only hate.
The friend who left you I can also relate to a bit, my ex best friend of 6 years also left me quite recently and it was like there was an empty hole in me because even if you’re not friends anymore, your brain can’t quite handle the change. I’m so sorry that happened to you, but the greatest challenge is to not only hold yourself to one person but to be open and try new possibilities, and that’s what you’ve seemed to done! You have new friends, new mental attitude, and a brand new beautiful blog (that I love the theme of btw!!!) You’re doing great and will continue to do so, because if there are 100 rinhaler fans I’m one of them, if there are 10 rinhaler fans I’m one of them and if there are none, I’m dead.
Also to the question you had, idk it’s just the way you describe certain things..? It’s hard to explain, I have about 50 fanfic blogs that I really love the writing of and fuwushiguro was one of them. Your world building, character description as well as development, SO GOOD!! And your wusyaname series was amazing, I used to check your blog religiously for any updates, and I’m happy you’re reuploading them here bc now I’m gonna reread them every week!
Also the way you wrote yuuji in the aita!sukuna fic was extremely similar to the first few chapters in wusyaname before he goes on that trip (if I remember right)
Have a great day/night :D
omg ARTIST AAAAAA im obsessed I'd love to see your stuff if you ever feel comfortable sharing with me sometime but no pressure ofc! I know it's very personal! ive been trying to get more into art but im finding it hard to balance practicing art stuff and writing. I also have massive art insecurity bc I don't think I'm good enough (same with my writing) so I totally understand if u wanna keep it all to yourself but go you for being a talented babe <3
interactions on tumblr suck and I'm starting to be able to tell myself it's purely luck what performs well and what doesn't, so I'm finding it a lot easier to write things I actually want to write now rather than what I think my followers will like.
Also yeah in regard to my friend, we were online friends and we'd only known each other for around two years but god i adored her and i still do tbh. I think about her and our memories all of the time we were so so close so her decision to just randomly cut me off really hurt. I'd love to talk to her again but I know I have to respect her decision and I wish her the best!
It's been a good opportunity to get back into writing so at least something nice has come from something so sad. And I love this little space so much! I'm glad you like my theme! It was greenish at first n i was like nope this aint the one i am a pink girl through and through!
ALSO AAAA THE WAY IM BLUSHING ABT AITA YUUJI BEING LIKE WUSYANAME YUUJI UR SO RIGHT 😩 definitely not intentional but god maybe i missed him more than i thought! I'm so excited to be reposting it though it's going to be like living through the magic of it all again and hearing what everyone thinks and stuff! I haven't read it in so long so I feel like I'm right there with you all hehehe
anyway thank you for supporting me always ur literally the best i adore u pls take care of urself mwah mwah mwah
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LAST UPDATED ;; 10 / 08 / 23 !
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" YEAH ... IM TIRED GUYS , THINK I'M GONNA GO TO BED . . . " /Q
WAVES HI HELLO HII !!! im kenny ! you might have originally known me as slime (@vicchaos) ! ive decided im going to recreate my blog , brand and new . and this is my intro !! :3
;; ABOUT ME !!
my name is kenny !
i use he / they pronouns & im a transmasc omnisexual ( fem pref ! ) :3
my birthday is 04 / 01 ( april 1 ! ) and i am a MINOR ( age range 12 - 15 )
i love south park !! im also a previous dsmp fan ( previous since it sadly came to an end )
i also like total drama , stranger things , et cetera
i love singing , drawing , and im also a gachatuber !
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my blog is SFW !! requests are open :3
fandoms i will currently write for include only SOUTH PARK and DREAM SMP ( only some characters , mainly being c rather than ccs ! )
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i wont post fics all the time , but ill try and post some occasionally :3
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regularly , i will not age them up or down , ages would range from 6 - 13 if i were to change their ages though
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the only characters i will NOT write for dream smp wise are ...
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- george
- sapnap
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who-i-swim-for · 2 years
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I've been following you since forever <3 pls tell me about ur favorite characters and what u like about them
Woo hoo! I'm so glad to get Free! asks.
I just changed my top 5 favorite Free! characters on my MAL page. If I attempted to order them, it'd probably be Haru, Rin, Makoto, Asahi, and Ikuya.
I've rewatched Free! recently and realized that I quite like how emotionally open Ikuya is. Even when he was struggling, he was always honest with himself about his feelings. Rin, for instance, was very adamant about telling himself that he preferred to swim alone in S1 (which was a lie), but Ikuya honestly did believe and tell himself that swimming alone was best for him. Once he realized that wasn't the case, he became very warm and kind to his friends.
Asahi is a ball of energy, and I love that, but mostly he's one of my favorites because of how supportive and optimistic he is. In the present day at least, but I'm not holding his lack of self-confidence from middle school against him. He's very good at brightening a room and making daunting tasks seem easy. He calms people down and makes them smile, so that's why I like Asahi.
Makoto was my favorite Free! character for a long time, which is for a lot of reasons. Namely, the way he's able to care about people. Makoto can be entirely selfless in a way that sometimes hurts him but is ultimately the best part about him. He's the best friend anyone in the series could ask for because he always considers what his friends want to do before advising them on what they're struggling with. He's probably the best emotional support in the series.
Rin I've always loved for how rough around the edges he is. Sometimes he seems completely unfazed by competitive swimming and confident in his abilities, but other times his nerves get the best of him. Likewise with his friends, Rin has a very cool attitude toward everyone but will go out of his way to help those he cares about. Rin's responses to Haru, as well, are really unique and shift as the series progresses.
Haru is my brand new favorite character of Free!, which is a new development since rewatching the series and seeing Haru within the scope of competitive swimming. I always thought of Haru as kind of a two-toned character--he was either unbothered or terrified of the future. But as he moved into swimming on the world stage, a lot of the complexities of his character came to light and enriched the Haru of the first two seasons. His fears are of particular interest to me because they've remained the same as Haru has grown closer and closer to the best free swimmer in the world. Seeing how each new development in the story rubs up against Haru's fears brings out how Haru is uniquely complex among the Free! characters. His complicated mix of emotions is why I love him.
Thank you so much for the ask! Keep 'em coming, and feel free to tell me your favorite characters in the replies.
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Babe pls put yourself first (;_;) if you’re feeling too overwhelmed it’s okay to take a break!! No one’s gonna be mad at you for taking time for yourself, you literally jumped right into making brand new fics after Nintendo switch, me personally I would’ve taken a 3 month nap. Also I don’t want you to force yourself to write it, this is your smau and you’re allowed to do whatever you wanna do!! I think I speak for everyone when I say we want you to be healthy and happy, rather than you feeling obligated to continue it. Remember to drink water and pls pls plsssss put your well-being first, we’ll all be here supporting you :)
i love you:(( I JUST FEEL BAD FOR MAKING EVERYONE WIATVSJSJSN i still want to do daily updates but i think it night turn into every other day since its getting to a rough point at school Ugehsh. i saw this when yiu first sent this and it made me want to cry (/srs) ill do my best !! hopefully i can finish this <3 ty for the support bby<3👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩
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Zara Larsson Releases New Album ‘Venus’ + Tour Dates
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Today, multiplatinum chart-topping global pop powerhouse Zara Larsson releases her brand-new studio album VENUS. Get the 12-track album HERE via Sommer House/Epic Records. Along with the new album, today Zara Larsson has shared the electric official music video for new single “You Love Who You Love.” The video was notably co-directed by Zara herself alongside Viivi Huska. In the clip, Zara stars as a pawnshop owner where you can trade in your ex’s gold for cash, and lends her support to a friend getting over a breakup. Watch it below: Just yesterday, Zara Larsson gave the US debut TV performance of “You Love Who You Love” on Good Morning America. Watch it HERE. With her elevated sound, eclectic style and unifying vision, Zara Larsson is one of modern pop’s most essential stars. It’s an evolution she takes to the next level on VENUS. It mixes the mythic and the personal in its exploration on modern love, whether with a partner (“You Love Who You Love”), family (“On My Love”), your craft (“End Of Time”) or with yourself (“Can’t Tame Her”). On the title track, she channeling the celestial being itself in an ethereal rush of 80s soundscapes, technicolor pop, and powerhouse vocal runs that capture those first real feelings for someone in universal but affecting detail. It is that dual spirit of strength and vulnerability that Zara Larsson - quite literally - embodies on VENUS, with its striking artwork twisting the Botticelli tradition into a bold new era for the Swedish superstar. VENUS was conceived by Zara Larsson with a diverse, but more focused team of collaborators, which proved essential to the breadth of the record and the goal of representing all sides of herself. The results are pure, unexpected chemistry: the classic-songwriting tradition of Rick Nowels, Violet Skies or Casey Smith paired with the maximalist beats of Danja, or long-time London ally MNEK coupled up with Swedish duo MTHR. With work full of wit, bite and – as on moving closer “The Healing” - a newfound sense of stillness, the project is Zara’s most dynamic, eclectic, and fully-realized work to-date; or in her own words, “it’s a little bit all over the place, but that’s honestly just very me!” VENUS tracklisting: 1. Can’t Tame Her 2. More Than This Was 3. On My Love with David Guetta 4. Ammunition 5. None Of These Guys 6. You Love Who You Love 7. End Of Time 8. Nothing 9. Escape 10. Soundtrack 11. Venus 12. The Healing  The Venus Tour itinerary: 2/16/24 – Manchester, UK - Manchester Academy 2/17/24 – Glasgow, UK - O2 Academy 2/18/24 – Birmingham, UK - O2 Academy 2/21/24 – London, UK - Roundhouse 2/24/24 – Paris, FR - Le Trianon 2/25/24 – Brussels, BE - Ancienne Belgique 2/26/24 – Amsterdam, NL - AFAS Live 2/28/24 – Berlin, DE - Verti Music Hall 3/1/24 – Cologne, DE - Palladium 3/2/24 – Milan, IT - Fabrique 3/4/24 – Zurich, CH - Komplex 457 3/6/24 – Prague, CZ - Forum 3/7/24 – Warsaw, PL - Towar 3/8/24 – Vienna, AT - Gasometer 3/16/24 – Reykjavik, IS – Laugardalshollin 6/21/24 – Dublin, IE - Fairview Park Read the full article
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Zara Larsson Releases New Album ‘Venus’ + Tour Dates
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Today, multiplatinum chart-topping global pop powerhouse Zara Larsson releases her brand-new studio album VENUS. Get the 12-track album HERE via Sommer House/Epic Records. Along with the new album, today Zara Larsson has shared the electric official music video for new single “You Love Who You Love.” The video was notably co-directed by Zara herself alongside Viivi Huska. In the clip, Zara stars as a pawnshop owner where you can trade in your ex’s gold for cash, and lends her support to a friend getting over a breakup. Watch it below: Just yesterday, Zara Larsson gave the US debut TV performance of “You Love Who You Love” on Good Morning America. Watch it HERE. With her elevated sound, eclectic style and unifying vision, Zara Larsson is one of modern pop’s most essential stars. It’s an evolution she takes to the next level on VENUS. It mixes the mythic and the personal in its exploration on modern love, whether with a partner (“You Love Who You Love”), family (“On My Love”), your craft (“End Of Time”) or with yourself (“Can’t Tame Her”). On the title track, she channeling the celestial being itself in an ethereal rush of 80s soundscapes, technicolor pop, and powerhouse vocal runs that capture those first real feelings for someone in universal but affecting detail. It is that dual spirit of strength and vulnerability that Zara Larsson - quite literally - embodies on VENUS, with its striking artwork twisting the Botticelli tradition into a bold new era for the Swedish superstar. VENUS was conceived by Zara Larsson with a diverse, but more focused team of collaborators, which proved essential to the breadth of the record and the goal of representing all sides of herself. The results are pure, unexpected chemistry: the classic-songwriting tradition of Rick Nowels, Violet Skies or Casey Smith paired with the maximalist beats of Danja, or long-time London ally MNEK coupled up with Swedish duo MTHR. With work full of wit, bite and – as on moving closer “The Healing” - a newfound sense of stillness, the project is Zara’s most dynamic, eclectic, and fully-realized work to-date; or in her own words, “it’s a little bit all over the place, but that’s honestly just very me!” VENUS tracklisting: 1. Can’t Tame Her 2. More Than This Was 3. On My Love with David Guetta 4. Ammunition 5. None Of These Guys 6. You Love Who You Love 7. End Of Time 8. Nothing 9. Escape 10. Soundtrack 11. Venus 12. The Healing  The Venus Tour itinerary: 2/16/24 – Manchester, UK - Manchester Academy 2/17/24 – Glasgow, UK - O2 Academy 2/18/24 – Birmingham, UK - O2 Academy 2/21/24 – London, UK - Roundhouse 2/24/24 – Paris, FR - Le Trianon 2/25/24 – Brussels, BE - Ancienne Belgique 2/26/24 – Amsterdam, NL - AFAS Live 2/28/24 – Berlin, DE - Verti Music Hall 3/1/24 – Cologne, DE - Palladium 3/2/24 – Milan, IT - Fabrique 3/4/24 – Zurich, CH - Komplex 457 3/6/24 – Prague, CZ - Forum 3/7/24 – Warsaw, PL - Towar 3/8/24 – Vienna, AT - Gasometer 3/16/24 – Reykjavik, IS – Laugardalshollin 6/21/24 – Dublin, IE - Fairview Park Read the full article
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