#like certain scenes keep showing up

[missconchshell]

do y'all ever end up entering a fandom entirely through fanfic osmosis? like, you stumble across a fic in a new fandom, say, "ooh, this sounds neat," and then three days later you are knee-deep in the trenches with thirty different ao3 tabs open at once? and end up finding yourself being like, "that's so out of character! X wouldn't do that!" despite never having actually seen the original material?

[dynamitekansai]

THE USOS REUNITE WWE SMACKDOWN (OCTOBER 25, 2024)

[dittolicous]

been thinking about voltron legendary defender a lot and how sad slash mad it makes me when people just blindly shit on it when like. the singular defining issue, imho, wasn't even a crappy fanbase, but in reality crappy running on the shows part, with constant out right and blatant lies and pandering from the show runners, speedrunning the series to maximize binge views and word of mouth, while butchering characters and plot-lines, and making both passive and active racist choices.

voltron could have been great, all the ingredients were there to be a good series like she-ra, but the show runners were trash and took vld down with them. they didnt just embrace the drama within the vld fanbase, they fucking emcouraged it with every choice and action they did. if any series desevers another shot, I'd say voltron is up at the top. it really did have potential, were it not for the runners. and to be all 'hoohoo haha votron fandom so stoopid' without acknowledging how the showrunners played on the drama makes me so fucking mad.

[energeticpoltergeist]

Part 1: Mad King's War

Prologue: Diverged History(pages 22-25)

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[bonestrouslingbones]

that one scene in atbb where russ is being a tall asshole to karma on purpose but instead of squatting down to his level he pulls this shit

[lozeyart]

So I started watching she ra (finally) and I'm on season 3 and I actually really like it! The animation can be a bit funky at times but it adds to the charm and I really like the little blushies across the cheeks of every character (I kind of want to try that out now)

Anyway I love Entrapta and Hordak and I ship them so hard

[moonske]

slowly making my way through more moobies this year...

[sonknuxadow]

i think i do want amy and rouge to be in the next sonic movie, especially if its gonna be an sa2 adaptation, but i cant help but worry that if they try to introduce shadow AND rouge AND amy in the same movie then at least one of those characters (most likely amy. tbh.) isnt gonna get the amount of screentime and development that they deserve. especially considering in the game timeline amy was introduced much earlier and by sa2 was already an established character while rouge and shadow were the newcomers. and then theres also the human characters who are gonna be making the cast a lot bigger than it was in the game so more people to divide the screentime among. like what if amy is in sonic 3 and she gets like 5 minutes of screentime and her big moment with shadow is given to another character again

[starlooove]

Anyways nothing in the show made me cry till seeing ekko and Mel sitting there alone and it doesn’t even have to do with powder and Jayce it’s the fact that they have to get up the next day its exhausting like there’s so much work to do.

[tearlessrain]

please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!

gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.

SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:

diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.

non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.

the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.

now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.

if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.

if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.

this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.

it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.

but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.

[everythingisamazing]

We all know about most of these by now, but I thought it'd be fun to make a comprehensive list of all the things of varying degrees of insanity both Jayce and Viktor have done in the series to, for and because of each other: 1. Viktor looking at Jayce in the most intense but also thoroughly enchanted way in the council room scene

2. Viktor stealing Jayces notebook from Heimerdinger after Jayces research was officially deemed "dangerous" by the council

3. Saving Jayce from suicide and instilling new hope, along with a sense of adventure in him manic-pixie-dream-girl-style.

4. Jayce asking for Viktors name in the most romantic way possible and Viktor answering him with 2 syllables and bedroom eyes

5. Jayce-I-egotistically-sign-all-my-notes-with-my-name-Talis going instant commie mode by calling his life long dream "our" dream after Viktor scribbled something on a blackboard and cracked a silly little joke once.

6. Casually snacking on pickles, bread, wine and coffee as if they weren't committing crimes and there wasn't a huge hole in the wall while nerding out about magic

7. Breaking into Heimerdingers lab together

8. Viktor using taking Jayce to his bedroom as an excuse when getting caught, and Jayce being too stressed out to notice

9. Viktor then having the audacity to look disappointed in the background when Mr. Oblivious reacts to Mel the way every single person with functioning eyes would react to that goddess of a woman

10. Both trusting each other enough to risk exile after knowing each other for like a day.

11. Jayce, although having just experienced the same crystals blowing up a building, going through with the dangerous experiment simply because Viktor says "trust me".

12. Viktor sacrificing his cane, which is basically an extension of his body, to keep the door shut 13. Jaye carrying him bridal style because of that afterwards.

13. Experiencing what they'd both probably rank among their top 3 moments in life when floating in the magic they just created together

14. Viktor smiling the only full on smile we see him do in the show because of that.

15. Jayce drawing a portrait of Viktor in his notebook, next to a little doodle of two brains with lightning between them and a reminder to ask him for his last name.

16. Working alongside each other as best friends for 7 years and creating world altering technology

17. Viktor yearning for Jayce each day, for each of those 7 years ("Viktor wanted things Jayce couldn't give him at the time")

18. Whatever the fuck happened at the distinguished innovators competition that was probably also among their top 3 moments because of the way Viktor looked when Jayce brought it up and the fact Jayce used it to remind Viktor of things that make life worth living

19. Jayce constantly touching Viktor. In almost every scene. Whenever he can.

20. Them giving each other the same dumb heart eyes but always when the other is not looking 21. Viktor looking at Jayces lips in the scene before he gives his speech

22. The way they say each others name. It gets progressively more breathy as the show goes on.

23. The way their pupils dilate in several scenes when looking at each other

24. The butterfly symbolism connecting them throughout both Seasons

25. (Debatable, but I will include it) Jayce having a bi-crisis when Ambessas twink reminds him of a certain someone

26. Jayce asking "You had a vision?" as if it is the most normal thing ever. (Thank you Jayce. We love a husband, who unabashedly supports his witchy partner, plagued by visions and omens.)

27. Jayce having his sex scene with Mel be intercut with scenes of Viktor (not something they actively did, but still has to be mentioned)

28. Jayce leaving Mel to be by Viktors bedside when he wakes up in the hospital

29. Viktor being the only one shown to notice how stressed Jayce is about getting pushed into being a councilor via the deep exhale he does in that scene

30. Jayce not letting Heimerdinger interfere with the experiments that might save Viktors life, no matter how dangerous

31. Jayce removing Heimerdinger from the council because of it

32. Viktor immediately thinking of Jayce when Singed mentions the word "love"

33. Viktor instinctively knowing Jayce will reach out his hand to help him up without having to look during the bridge scene

34. Viktor slapping his hand away, but then accepting when Jayce puts it on his lower back a second later

35. Jayce stopping Viktor from taking his own life

36. Jayce granting Zaun independence because he doesn't know how to save Viktors life but he has to do something to honor their shared dream

37. Jayce seeing the council room completely destroyed, with several people hurt and dead, but only tearing up when he sees Viktor

38. Jayce running several blocks while carrying Viktor to their lab

39. Breaking his promise to Viktor (and probably several laws) by performing necromancy on him

40. Jayce saying "fuck the council" and everything he has worked for, when he realizes none of that matters without Viktor

41. Jayce staying holed up in the lab for god knows how long to watch over Viktor

42. Jayce immediately waking up after Viktor quietly says his name, whereas we saw him sleeping through an air alarm before that.

43. Viktor looking...very different, but all Jayce cares about is that he is alive. 44. Jayce, glancing between Viktor’s legs in his changed form an ungodly number of times.

45. Them embracing very closely while Viktor is nude, ending with Jayce looking slightly embarrassed when the emotions are threatening to overwhelm him

46. Jayce covering Viktor in the blanket from his childhood bedroom which Viktor will keep even after reaching godhood.

47. "My place was always here with you."

48. "It was affection that held us together"

49. Jayce getting glassy eyed when Viktor tells him he is leaving and holding out his hand as if he is expecting him to come back and grab it.

50. Jayce looking heartbroken at Heimerdingers reminder of him having broken into the lab before

51. Jayce generally giving off freshly divorced vibes in that whole scene

52. Jayce longingly looking at the remains of two male figures embracing in the AU while sitting in the rain

53. Jayce hallucinating Mel turning into Viktor in the fire at the bottom of the ravine.

54. Jayce basically walking a mile in Viktors shoes, fighting his way from the depths of the Undercity to the top of piltover with a broken leg. 55. Matching leg braces on opposite legs.

56. Viktor walking a mile in Jayces shoes by becoming a leader in S2 and his body finally being strong, while Jayces gets broken in the Au.

57. Viktor designing the sphere in the commune similar to the top of the Hexgates he built with Jayce

58. Viktor finally realizing through Singeds memories, that he wasn't kept alive by Jayce as an experiment, but out of love

59. Jayce tenderly stroking the hexcrystal on his bracelet

60. Viktor tenderly stroking the gear that reminds him of the night him and Jayce became partners.

61. Jayce looking at mage!Viktor in the exact same awestruck way he did when he was a child - even after about 6 months of pain and suffering

62. Jayce being ready to sacrifice himself after mage!Viktor reveals the truth to him

63. AU Jayces corpse responding to Viktors touch 64. The fact that the only "beautiful" place left in Piltover was where Jayces corpse was

65. Jayce dramatically adding "...and with me" after saying to Viktor how he thought he was done with hextech, like the bitter divorced husband he is.

66. Viktor excitedly inviting Jayce to the commune, believing he finally knows how Jayce really feels about him

67. Viktor waiting for Jayce floating in the air like a venus fly trap, with his upper body bare, while holding the gear in his hands

68. Viktors eyes changing color when he sees Jayce, because as confirmed by the writers, when he looks at Jayce he’s reminded of his humanity and is tied to it once again </3

69. Jayce visually having to fight himself to be able to shoot Viktor and not being able to look while doing it

70. Viktor never taking his eyes off of Jayce after being shot by him

71. Jayce leaving without as much as a glance back while looking absolutely destroyed

72. Jayce now dressing in dark colors - both Zaunite and mourning coded

73. Jayces clothes being asymmetrical in the final scene - Zaun style

74. The most homoerotic fight in history.

75. Viktor giving bedroom eyes #2

76. Viktor choking Jayce (twice)

77. "Let's do this once again as partners." (Viktor didn't speak when he said this. He purred.)

78. Jayce lovingly caressing the gold poured into the broken council room table as if it was the golden lines in Viktors new skin.

79. Jayce having a dead-wife-flashback when Cait says "Viktor is at the center of all this, isn't he?", remembering him smiling, with a strand of hair prettily falling in front of his face, when that isn't what Viktor really looked like in that moment.

80. "I've been confused about a lot lately."

81. Viktors Mask as the herald resembling the Talis Symbol

82. Another homoerotic fight

83. Jayce never looking at Viktor in any of his forms with disgust, not even as he becomes some sort of eldritch being, but like this instead:

84. Jayce kneeling down calmly infront of Viktor, accepting his fate

85. Jayces whole speech on the astral plane. Calling Viktors imperfections beautiful. Basically revealing how his plan was to deter Viktor from destroying the world by confessing his love to him.

86. IN ALL TIMELINES, IN ALL POSSIBILITES. SOULBONDED ACROSS INFINITY. INEXTRICABLY BOUND. ONLY YOU CAN SHOW ME THIS. NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCES, IT'S ALWAYS GOING TO BE YOU.

87. Viktors eyes practically glowing in Jayces memory of him.

88. The "you have no idea how beautiful it is"-magic Jayce had been chasing since he was a child turning out to be Viktor all along.

89. Viktor bending the laws of the universe because he cannot let Jayce die

90. Jayce dooming the world over and over again because he cannot let Viktor die

91. "Because I promised you."

92. Jayce embracing Viktor again and Viktor, starting to glow gold where Jayces hands touch him.

93. Viktor telling Jayce to go, giving him the choice to live on without him

94. Jayce looking at him so tenderly yet sadly, because Viktor STILL doesn't realize he will never go. Ever.

95. Jayce passing the rune embedded in his wrist back to Viktor as if handing him his heart.

96. "We finish this. Together."

97. Them fighting to hold on to each other even though the force of the Arcane is pulling them apart

98. It finally giving up underneath the touch of both their hands

99. That one shot directly after where Viktor looks up from where their hands are touching and he has this expression on his face as if FINALLY realizing that he is no longer alone because of how Jayce truly feels about him.

100. Their final embrace: Touching foreheads. Jayces hand on Viktors neck. Viktor gently stroking his arm as if to soothe his partner.

Ps: If I have missed anything, let me know! I want to add it to the list :D

[luvelydelilah]

Struggling with emotional scenes? Here are some tips for writing emotion!

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1. While you’re writing, try to build an explanation for their feelings. What triggered their emotion? Is their reaction rational or are they overreacting? Do they fight, flight, fawn or freeze when provoked? Do they feel threatened? 

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2. Show, don’t tell. Describe what is happening instead of plainly stating the situation. Try not to use words like sad, happy, devastated, in pain, angry, nervous, scared, or worried. They cut back on the emotional integrity of the scene and make it hard for readers to connect with your characters. Here are some different behaviors for different emotions.

-Eager-

Bouncing up and down

Unable to sit still

Breathing deeply

Fidgeting

Pretending to do something

Trying to stay busy

Constantly looking at the clock

-Nervous-

Red and hot face

Sweaty palms

Voice cracks

Shaky hands

Biting nails

Biting lips/inside of cheek

Wide eyes

Shallow breathing

Heart racing

-Excited-

Wide smile

Squeal/scream

Bouncing up and down

Fidgeting

Playing with hands

Tapping foot

Talking fast

Tapping pencil

Pacing back and forth

-Scared-

Curling up/bringing knees to head

Closing eyes

Covering ears

Stop breathing or breathing quickly

Biting nails

Shaking

Gritting teeth

Hugging/squeezing something tight

-Frustrated-

Stomping

Grunting/mumbling/yelling

Deep breaths

Red and hot face

Hitting/kicking something

Pointing

Straining/veins become more visible

-Sobbing-

Eyes filling up with tears

Eyes burn/turn red

Red cheeks

Face becomes puffy

Pursed lips

Holding head down

Hyperventilating

Fast blinking

Trying not to blink/holding back tears

-Happy-

Smiling wide

Laughing loudly

Cheeks hurting

Talking loudly

Higher pitched voice

Animated/expressive

-Upset-

Walking slowly/shuffling feet

Head down/avoiding eye contact

Biting inside of cheek

Dissociation

Keeping quiet

Fidgeting

-Bored-

Pacing back and forth

Sighing loudly

Complaining

Fidgeting

Blank face

Looking for something to do

Making up stories

Talking about random topics

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3. Try and bring some trauma into your character’s emotions. For example, something might happen that reminds them of a suppressed/traumatic memory. This is an easy way to hook your reader and have them really feel like your character is a real person with real emotions. They might have some internal conflict they need to work through and a certain situation reminds them of that. They might become irritable at the thought of their traumatic experience and they might snap at whoever is nearby. 

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4. Most characters won’t dump their entire backstory or feelings in a conversation. Try and reserve your character’s emotions to make more interesting scenes later on. For example, your character may be triggered and someone may ask them what’s wrong. Will they give in, soften up and share? Or will they cut themself off and say they’re fine? Also take into account that your character might not know the other character very well and won’t be comfortable sharing personal information with them, like details regarding their trauma.

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5. Last but not least, you don’t need to have a major event happen to connect emotionally with your audience. You don’t have to kill off a character every time you need to spice up your story, even simple interactions can just help your readers understand your character better. Show how they react to certain topics or situations. Describe their feelings, their surroundings, their body language. Their defense mechanisms will help the audience to better understand what kind of person they are.

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[fxrheisenn]

Andrus Laansalu talked about making Disco Elysium at EKA (Estonian Academy of Arts)

"Initially, the church wasn't a focal point. There were certain characters that needed to visit this location, and I asked, "Seriously, what do we have in our church?" The others replied, "Nothing at all. Our church is completely bare—just a wheel, really. It's quite basic."

That's when I decided to unleash my creativity in the design. For example, they chose to install a glass structure at the top of the church to create a reflective surface. It was like placing an optical clock up there. Therefore, one of the most crucial aspects of designing the church was ensuring the lighting was just right to create the desired atmosphere."

"Let me show you an example of Baroque architecture, which is rich in detail. We're also designing the interior of the church based on large cathedrals. However, the foundation you use might not yield the expected results, because the church itself doesn't require such intricate details. Sometimes, it's about simplifying the design."

"I used Articy for the initial scriptwriting of Disco Elysium. The image only represents a tiny fraction of the text and choice variables involved. This system was also the reason I eventually abandoned the project after a year of outlining the script and shifted my focus to becoming a sound designer. My mind struggled to keep up with the dynamic graphic rules, but fortunately, a more talented writer took over afterward."

"In terms of sound design, it's essential to develop different layers to bring out the charm of the church as a cohesive space. Although this represents only a small portion of the overall design, each layer actually requires a significant amount of time to compose the whole....... Whenever there's a shift or a change due to the dialogue itself, you need to adjust the background sounds. Each time you modify the details in the dialogue, I have to refine the background audio, ensuring that these elements build upon each other like an intricate layer of work."

"It's funny how many scenes involve characters getting smacked in the face. My job was to recreate those, so I locked myself in the bathroom with a recorder and hit my forehead until it turned red.

As a sound designer, I really dig those unsettling, drill-like sounds. So, I mixed in creepy lectures, metal scraping, moans, and cries of pain—because I just love that stuff! (laughs)

Players will be moving through all kinds of areas, so it's super important to make the sound transitions feel natural, trying to create a more immersive vibe in certain spaces.

With all the scenes featuring big cranes, you can hear them from far away, and I wanted to capture that eerie ringing in your ears. That's going to be a thing throughout most of the game. I've found ways to really mess with players while they're playing!"

"I've come across a lot of old objects (like phones and radios) that I needed to perfectly replicate the sounds. I started to become a bit of a hoarder, buying up different models of old phones whenever I found one to add to my collection. The sound effects I can simulate from them are really impressive."

"Some of the devices don't actually exist in real life—just a mix of architecture and tech. When I need to create sound effects, I first look for something similar that exists in our world, then I try to simulate what the sound and appearance of that thing might have been like a century ago.

Towards the end of the game, there's a character carrying a fuel canister. We needed the sound of the canister, so we dug one up from our garage—it had been sitting there since it was five! I realized this would make the sound perfect. So, it had been there for 50 years, and after 40 years, it finally found its purpose.

In some places, I needed unique sound waves, and recreating them was a real headache until one day I happened to walk by a swimming pool and stumbled upon an old wartime torpedo. You can rotate the torpedo's probe, and it slowly rises up, like a proud zombie head. The sounds it made were exactly what I needed!"

🙋How did you manage to get funding?

"Well, since we're in Estonia, you just need to know a wealthy person. You don't need five people—just two who can network, hang out together, and convince them to keep investing! (laughs) Back then, we constantly ran out of money and would tell them, 'Oops, looks like we spent it all! Can you invest a bit more?' That's how we made it through!"

🙋How did you all come together to make the game?

"Luck. It usually doesn't happen this way, and that's the key difference. It has to be. If not, you couldn't create a game of this scale - well, I mean in terms of budget. But creatively, Estonia definitely has writers and artists who can pull it off. With such a small population, there are a lot of quirky folks who are good friends. We were really lucky, though - lots of fortunate circumstances came together. It brought the right people together, allowing those talented fools to collaborate with us. They had experience but hadn't tackled projects of this magnitude before. So yeah, luck is pretty important!"

Lecture experience shared by 白兔YIYANG SUN on 小红书, reposted & translated by me with her permission.

[pittrabbit]

warning: kind of inappropriate work behavior(??), reader wears thongs, robby is down horrendously bad, suggestive, smut, p in v sex, etc etc etc.

summary: after overhearing certain rumor about you, robby just can't get his head back in the game

word count: 3.8k

note: this is based off that one scene in er where some doctor tells carter you can see lucy's thong through her scrubs and the dumbass tries to get a peek

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"one word: thong"

"really?"

"yeah. when the light hits right, you can see it under her scrubs."

those were the last words robby had the ability to register while he stood there finishing up some overdue charts.

he really hadn't meant to eavesdrop. it wasn't exactly a habit of his. in reality, he couldn't have really cared less about the gossip that had a tendency to spread around at the pitt. he just so happened to catch wind of it almost every time. blame his habit of being stationary at the nurse's station.

this time it just so happened that you were the point of interest in such gossip.

and the gossip in question got to him more than he could've predicted.

his mind zeroed in on the conversation as soon as the male PA mentioned your name. but it wasn't until the word thong was put in the same sentence that his mind went completely blank. whatever else was spoken after that went completely over his head. it was only white noise that he heard after that, charts completely forgotten as his hand stilled on the tablet he was working on.

everything else was a blur after that. he wasnt really sure how long he sat there before dana nudged him on her way to her station, giving him a confused tilt of her head in curiosity at his odd behavior.

he shook his head after that, clearing himself of the thought for the time being. he felt like an absolute pervert being affected like this. what was going through his head? why did he even entertain the thought of overhearing a conversation just because you were the subject matter? he had no business caring about your personal life, much less about rumors some other doctors were bringing up about you.

he tried to focus on work after that, to keep his mind away from any thoughts of you. he had to see you in a bit, make eye contact without letting his eyes stray south as soon as you turned around.

it was going to be a long shift.

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dana had been eyeing him ever since.

it was easy for her to put two and two together, chuckling at his adamant effort in avoiding eye contact with you whenever you'd show up in the same room as him.

he kept his eyes low, way too low — on your feet, on your badge attached to your hip, just not on you. it was comical to dana, really. she hadn't seen robby this flustered since, well, ever.

the rumors were true as far as dana knew.

not only could she see the 'under the right lighting' argument, but she had also seen you change in the locker rooms. the thong thing wasn't really a secret among the female members of staff. you weren't particularly shy when changing into your scrubs on the occasional extra shift, those days when you came in wearing your outside clothes and needed to change into the appropriate apparel for work.

still, it was funny that some stupid, jock PA's found it as good gossip material. it was 2025, a girl's choice of underwear wasn't that scandalous anymore.

robby, however, dana knew, was nearing old man status. so, receiving information that his controversially young work crush was donning such an illicit piece of apparel under her clothes had the expected effect on his poor, old, soul.

she could see robby's soul leave his body any time you came around, any time you rounded the counter and your back faced him. he couldn't have been more obvious about it, looking away as if he'd been burned, jumping out of the way when you passed by. he was far too respectful for his own good.

it made dana sad to see sometimes. maybe if he had all those worries about being inappropriate out of his mind, he could've landed on the conclusion that the interest was mutual.

dana was an observant woman, perhaps the most observant out of everyone else in the building. no word made its way through the department without passing through her ears first.

of course she had caught wind of your crush on the emotionally constipated attending.

she hadn't even needed to hear the rumor about it (because of course there had been hushed talks of it). her eyes had landed on you checking robby out countless times. she had registered the flushed cheeks whenever robby threw off his hoodie, she had heard the stutters when he'd praise your work. and most of all, she had noticed your discouraged demeanor when robby began avoiding you all day, your poor eyes reflecting the confusion behind his behavior.

idiots. the both of you.

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"okay, uhm, is the pressure right, or should i-"

"no, you're doing great. just make sure you don't— yeah, that's it. good job."

robby was arguably standing way closer than he needed to be, he knew that.

he was never this attentive to other students of his (maybe whitaker once or twice, but he couldn't help himself; he saw a bit of himself in him). and he knew other attendings took note of his preferential treatment towards you.

however, this time he had a perfectly acceptable reason to stand over you as you stitched up some drunk guy's eyebrow laceration. you hadn't done your plastics rotation yet, mostly keeping your focus on trauma. you were hesitant to mess up this guy's face, robby had noticed it within seconds. he knew how to read you by now, having stuck around you long enough to get your moods in advance.

when you seemed to have the hang of things, he sat back, watching you and santos work on the guy on your own.

he stuck around just in case, knowing the flight risk of inebriated patients, aware that despite santos being there to help you out, he didn't trust leaving you two alone in a room with some guy.

but sitting back was his a terrible mistake. or at least sitting where he did.

because just as he let his back lay on the recline of the chair, he realized that his view was the source of all his problems that day.

he had the perfect angle of your backside, with you bending down slightly to get a good angle on the man's injury, giving robby a front row seat to your ass. and the lighting? well, it was as perfect as the PA had described. it gave robby what he was ashamed to call an amazing view of your ass.

the rumors had been true, by the way.

under the perfect lighting, he could see the line of your thong digging right into the plush of your ass, thin line disappearing between the cheeks.

he swallowed at the sight, eyes doing their best attempt at looking away but failing miserably.

not only could he see the outline of your thong, but he could see the perfect shape of your ass. it was the optimal view of you bent forward, the same view he'd have if he had you over one of the tables in the on-call rooms. he licked his lips at the thought, hand coming to rub at his beard in a distracted manner.

"dr. robby?"

it was santo's voice what broke his trance, forcing him to shake his head of any illicit thoughts before meeting her eyes.

there was a slight smirk on her face, a smug little grin that he'd gotten used to seeing from her any time she was able to one-up the other med students (which was pretty often, if robby was honest). but this time he was on the receiving end, and he didn't like it.

he looked to her left, finding you with a slightly shocked look on your face, eyes looking to santos in amused confusion before finding his again, eyebrows raised and head tilting to the side in a questioning manner.

"y-yeah?"

"you with us, dr. robby?"

santos could be cruel sometimes.

"yes, sorry. i, uhm, just got distracted for a second there." he cleared his throat. "what'd you need?" his eyes were now as far away from your ass as humanly possible.

"just wanted you to check my work." this time it was you, voice sweet as ever. but still, there was a mixture of shock and smugness in your eyes, mirroring that of santos'.

he got up slowly, awkwardly, taking the few steps towards you and leaning over the man sat in front of you, hesitant in his movements as to not get too close. he was still close enough to get a whiff of lavender from your shampoo, but he willed himself not to react.

"yep. that's pretty good. great job, doctors." he clapped his hands to signify the end of his praise, taking a few steps back. "if you'll excuse me, doctors, i'll go check on whitaker and the rest now." he bowed his head down as he had a tendency to do, stepping away from the embarrassing scene in hopes he could will it away from having happened.

as soon as he was out of view, he grimaced at himself, wishing the ground would just swallow him whole.

his steps were fast enough that he missed out on the aftermath of his embarrassment, missed out on your questioning look towards santos and her cackle in return.

"was he checking out my ass?" you'd asked, a little shocked, yet weirdly flattered.

"i don't blame him."

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"oh, fuck. i'm sorry, i didn't know there was anyone in here."

"oh, no. don't worry, i was just-"

"no, yeah, i'll leave. you just-"

"no! you can, uhm, yeah. i'll leave."

the awkward exchange didn't end there. nor did the constant interruptions of one another.

you'd just been in the process of falling asleep, having made yourself comfortable on the bed located inside the on-call room, lights off and blinds drawn already. the interruption had been robby's fault, but you couldn't find yourself being angry at him, instead offering to leave the room to him if he so wished.

you'd already sat up, any sleepiness leaving your body the moment you realized who had just walked into the room.

it just so happened to be the man you'd been thinking about all day.

it was difficult not to think about him. not when you knew he was also thinking about you.

catching him checking you out had felt like a bucket of ice water being dropped on you. there were times in which you'd catch him staring, in which you'd feel like he was giving you preferential treatment, but none of those instances held a candle to the blatantness of what had happened today.

santos had burst out laughing as soon as robby was out of earshot, confirming your doubts as to whether or not his eyes had been zeroed in where you thought they'd been. you flushed, biting your lip and looking down, only to be the next victim of santos' berating when she realized you'd liked it. you'd enjoyed the attention; that specific type of attention from that specific man.

the rest of your day was spent with robby in your mind. he'd become a parasite wedged in there, unable to leave your thoughts. your eyes went to look for him multiple times during the day, always finding him fleeing your gaze, not even trying to be subtle about his avoidance.

this was the first time ever since the incident in which you'd been able to get him to meet your eyes. you wanted to take the chance.

you were already up from the bed before he could attempt to walk out, your hand reaching out to his arm without so much as thinking. you were unsure why you stopped him, but you were glad when he didn't pull away.

"i- i should leave." he uttered, looking at you and then at the ground. he then took a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut before looking up at you once more. "i'm very sorry about today. that was- that was incredibly inappropriate of me. i have a lot of respect for you and-"

"do you want to see?"

his eyes nearly bulged out. the arm that was in your hold clenched, hardening under your touch.

"excuse me?"

you took a step forward, with the same delicacy you'd approach a wild animal.

"do you want to see if the rumors are true?" you looked up at him, mouth slightly agape.

"i- you- you know about that rumor?"

giggling, you let your hand slide down his arm, reaching his hand and grasping his fingers lightly. he was receptive of this, eyeing your intertwined fingers for a second before nudging you with his hand in return.

"yeah, of course i know. dana told me about it. silly rumor, isn't it?"

"oh, i wouldn't- i wouldn't really entertain it." he half chuckled, half scoffed, clearly uncomfortable by how forward you were being. yet he was still in the room holding your hand, eyeing you like he felt guilty for how hungry he was.

"no? you seemed awfully interested earlier."

okay, that was a little mean. but you had him right where you wanted him. all you needed to do was catch him.

he groaned. like, belly-groaned, chuckling humorlessly once more as he dropped your hand to run his hands down his face in mortification. his skin turned a few shades redder, ears now the shade of tomatoes.

"you're really fucking mean, you know that?" he said but didn't mean. he was easy to read in this moment. any man would be.

"i wouldn't call it mean. more like ... decided." you eyed him up and down, making your intentions as blatantly obvious as possible, adding a lip bite just for good measure.

"you haven't answered my question, by the way."

you took a few steps forward, leaving enough distance to give him a chance to reject you in the odd chance he wasn't interested (but you knew the truth by now).

he bit his bottom lip, hesitant in taking a few steps towards you, ultimately close the distance, but doing so in the end.

"i'd love to confirm the rumors." his hand reached for yours, interlacing them once more, "if you'd let me."

now close enough for comfort, your eyes lowered to his lips, chin tilting towards him in a challenging manner. it was time for him to make the next move, to brave that last step towards an hr violation.

and then he did, nose nuzzling your own for a few turns before closing the gap, eyes closed and lips open, taking your lower lip captive for an open-mouthed kiss.

sighing in relief against him, you grasped at his scrubs, pulling him inhumanly close. his hands remained reserved, but yours found every part of him you wanted to touch. they went under his shirt to feel up the creases of his back, to his biceps, grasping at the hard muscle, to his hair, his beard, to his hands, to lead them to your body.

finally, his hands landed on your ass, groaning into your mouth when they squeezed at the flesh, feeling the thin lack of fabric your lone scrubs provided, no underwear in sight. nothing but a tiny string.

"fuuuck, you really wear these to work?" he groaned in between kisses, almost growling when you took that chance to lick into his mouth.

"wanna see up close?"

he groaned again, gruttal, mindless, hands slipping under your scrub top to feel your skin. his flat palm drove itself up and down your back, pulling you closer, tracing at the strap of your bra when it came into contact.

"i wanna see everything." he breathed.

he reached down, fingertips finding the hem of your shirt and helping you throw it off. when he looked down, he found a red bra, a tiny gem at its center and soft lace trimming the cups. his hands reached up, hesitating in touching the lace, face leaning down to trace the freed skin of your chest.

"is it matching?"

hands now digging at his hair, you pulled him up to your eye-line, kissing his lips softly a few times.

"you should see for yourself."

this was all the permission he needed.

your bra was off in seconds, your scrubs being pulled down with zero finesse as you kicked off your shoes. it was a dumb idea to get fully naked for a quickie, but he was so receptive, so into you that you wanted to give him a full view of your body.

and he adored the view. he held no reservations in letting you know about this.

"fucking shit, kid. this what you've been hiding under those scrubs?" he groaned, grabby hands feeling every inch of your body, pulling you as close as possible before digging his tongue right back into your mouth. "gorgeous fucking thing."

you wanted him just as bare, your hands demanding he undress, earning a chuckle from him as he aided you in getting his clothes off.

"shit, robby." you sighed at the view, at the large expanse of skin now bare before you.

he was broader shirtless, his chest a landscape for you to kiss and mark up to your liking. short nails dragged up and down the expanse of tanned skin, leaving light marks across it before your lips joined in on the mix, sucking the odd mark here and there, some high enough they'd likely be seen while he donned his scrubs. the thought made you giddy.

it was only fair, seeing as he had his fun with your body, kissing, licking, sucking, grabbing, pinching at any inch of skin he had within his reach. there was no precision in his touches, all simply driven by sheer lust. the lazy desire in his eyes made your knees buckle, glad his strong arms were wrapped around you, providing you with the much needed support.

one large hand wrapped around your hip, trailing down to the back of your knee and wrapping your leg around his waist and pulling you up against him with little to no effort — his easy demonstration of his strength almost making your eyes roll back. he took a few steps with you half-wrapped around him, pushing you up against the wall and crowding you there with his large frame, mouth open as he captured your lips in his.

his hips began moving along with yours, making you gasp at the weight between his legs. you moaned and sigh, scratching at the skin of his back and shoulders, already way too affected to even think coherently. your mind was completely overtaken by thoughts of robby and how good he'd feel if he actually pushed aside that tiny string and made his way inside you.

it seemed he was just as needy as you, haphazardly lowering his boxers just enough to free his dick, now pushing it off against you with a groan. you were dripping by then, frustrated at your inability to form any actual words to beg for more.

"kid." he called out. "need you, fuck. this okay with you?" his nose nuzzled you, eyes barely open as they zeroed in on your lips, his own lips and his heavy breath circulating against you.

you nodded desperately, attempting to press yourself even closer.

"no, sweetheart. need you to tell me."

"please, robby." you begged, hips grinding against his with an embarrassing neediness.

he grabbed onto his dick, tucking it under your hip and between your legs, drawing it up and down the length of your pussy. your thong had been pushed aside already, leaving the perfect door for him to finally breach you.

"ohhhh, fuckkkk."

his groan was throaty, coming deep from his diaphragm. his lips chased yours quickly after, wanting to muffle himself as much as possible. still, you could feel him grumble and growl against you, the vibrations of his chest felt deep within you at the contact.

"feel so fucking perfect, sweetheart." he groaned. "god, how the hell are you this tight?"

he was way better off than you, at least able to form words. you were so full, so perfectly breached that you could do nothing but whine against him, cry and pant and wail his name, biting onto his shoulder any time his lips would leave your own.

and when he began to move, things got catastrophic for you.

he held no reservations, hammering into you with fervor, with so much desire you felt like you were well on your way to passing out. the strength of his thrusts created a nasty sound of skin slapping, the door hitting the wall with every rock of his hips. you were sure any bystanders would be able to guess what was going on on the other side of the door, but you didn't have enough of your faculties active in order to care.

"r-robby, fuck. so full..."

"yeah? tell me about it, sweetheart."

and you did. you babbled and cried, letting him know of every thought going through your head. some were nasty, some were nonsensical, but he loved every single one, you could tell. he'd either groan or bite your shoulder, praising you for how good and tight and perfect you were for him. he had you losing your mind, had your eyes rolling back and your mouth agape, drool practically seeping down your lips.

one large hand dipped between you, searching for your clit for a few seconds before striking gold, two long fingers circling it messily yet precisely enough to have you hiccupping with pleasure.

"you're gonna come for me, aren't you, baby? hmm?" he basically barked into your ear. "c'mon, do it for me."

it only took you a few moments to finally let go, having to bite the back of your hand in order to not scream out his name. your leg was burning from resting your weight on it, with the other one likely bruised by robby's tight hold, but any pain took a backseat to the blinding pleasure.

much to your dismay, robby pulled out a few moments later, using his free hand to work his dick between the two of you, groaning expletives when he finally let go, staining the window of skin between you; his chest, yours. you were practically drenched in his juices by the end of it.

"shit."

"yeah. shit." he chuckled, finally letting go of your leg and helping you balance yourself. when you began wobbling, he pulled his pants back up and helped you get back to the bed you'd been lying on earlier, sitting you down with a kiss to your hair.

"you good?"

you nodded, hand taking his, kissing the back of it and getting a soft chuckle out of him. he walked over to gather your clothes, handing you a rag from nearby to help you clean up, and proceeding to aid you in dressing up.

"so, did the rumor live up to its hype?" you giggled.

he rolled his eyes, chuckling, "you're going to make me tachycardiac, kid."

[tjwritesfanfics]

I’m not jealous (Aaron Hotchner)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aaron was going to show you how not jealous he is.

Rating: Mature 18+ only

Warnings: Jealous Aaron (though he is adamant he isn't), Reader taking advantage of a sweet guy, manhandling, Dom!Aaron, condescending, being called good girl (which made me MELT), Aaron spanks her once, fingering, overstimulation, Aaron is a sweet aftercare guy

Words: 2.9k

Main Masterlist | Criminal Minds Masterlist

Jealousy can be very ugly.

It can also be very hot. And on Aaron Hotchner it was sexy as hell. The way his jaw clenched, his eyes darken, and the air around him just got thick with tension you knew about, but the line was never crossed.

You had feelings for Aaron, everyone in the BAU knew it, he knew it, and he still had yet to decide what, and if, he felt for you.

You always tried to push him, loving the way he seemed so close to losing it only to watch him attempt to reel himself in. Once you had danced with a guy at the bar after a long case and your eyes never left Aaron. No matter how many times the guy dipped his head to kiss (more like slobbered with how drunk he was) your neck, you continued to stare at him, surprised that the glass he was holding didn’t break with the force of his grip, his knuckles already white.

And when you decided you were done with your dance partner, you attempted to leave only to have him get aggressive. You knew you could fit him off if need be, but it was much more satisfying when Aaron strode over and introduced him to that amazing right hook of his.

It was even better when he took you roughly by the waist and led you out of the bar.

In his car, you tried to push a little more, wanting him to finally admit something to you.

“God,” You sigh and brush your hand down his arm, admiring the way they flex under your touch, “You are so hot when you are jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“There is no need to deny the chemistry between us, Aaron. We aren’t on the clock so you aren’t my Unit Chief, and I am not your underling, though I would so love to be under you.” You purr, warmth flooding your as his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, your eyes following the motion longingly.

It would be easier if he would just give in to what was going on between the two of you.

But sadly, that was where the night ended for you.

Aaron took you back to your apartment, walked you up (like the gentleman he was), and left you there all alone.

Over the next few months you tried again and again to prove there was something between you, not only physically, but emotionally as well.

Pulling him out of his office for lunch or bringing it to him, just to make sure he would eat. Putting sticky notes on his monitor or his desk with little encouragements and reminders since you knew he could get too far into his own head and needed some help out.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t do things for you.

Bringing you coffee, made just to your liking, at the beginning of the shift or when you run low on your own coffee. He always seemed to know when you needed your fix. He also would save you a seat on the plane, the one next to the window because he knows you like to look out at the clouds during long flights.

“When we land, Y/n, Reid and I will go to the police station to set up. Morgan, you and Emily check out the crime scene.”

Aaron dished out the rest of the orders as the plane started to descend. Honestly after he told you where you were going to be, which of course was with him because he always seemed to think he needed to keep an eye on you, something you couldn’t decide if was out of how similar your skill sets are or because he has a constant need to be near you, you stopped listening.

You were certain that it was both. You knew Aaron wouldn’t sacrifice the case or the people involved just for a romantic feeling towards you.

Once you landed and got to the police station, everything seemed to flash by in a whirlwind.

You barely had any time to focus on anything other than catching the asshole that was killing women.

“You seem to be running into the ground, Agent.”

Officer Danny Grant was such a little cutie and seemed to immediately take a liking to you.

“I’ll rest when we catch this guy.” You reach for your cup of awful cop coffee, even though it was the only thing keeping you going at the moment, but frowned when you found the cup empty.

Cursing, you turn away from the board to get more.

“Here.” Grant offered you another cup, his face a little flushed and a smile on his lips. “I noticed you were low. I don’t know how you take it so I just made it black. If you need any creamer or sugar I can get it for you.”

“Thanks, Grant.” You smiled and took the cup. The warmth of it not only warming your hands, but your heart a little as well. Usually Aaron would bring you coffee, but this case seemed to take a toll on him, which you remind yourself you would have to check on him later. Now that someone else noticed and cared enough to bring you something so small, yet so vital, was sweet.

You take a sip of the black coffee, wishing it was sweeter, but the jolt of bitterness was the wake up you needed.

“I usually like it sweet, but black is fine. It’s just what I need.”

Grant continued to stick to your side, helping with the case whenever he could and bringing you more coffee (this time with a side of sugar). He was actually very helpful and you enjoyed the company of him, conversation and ideas bouncing easily.

Aaron on the other hand didn’t like the attention you were getting from the young, wide eyed officer.

He couldn’t stand the fact that he was distracting you from the case at hand (even though he wasn’t actually), the way you laughed when he said something you deemed funny, but it wasn’t, and the thing he hated the most was the smile you beamed at him when he brought you more coffee.

The smile you usually only gave him. Why were you giving it to this guy? Even when the group went out and you flirted with other men, knowing that it would get a rise out of him (though he would never admit it out loud) you never gave them that kind smile, the one that made your nose scrunch up so adorably.

It would be so easy for Aaron to go over there. He can imagine himself pulling you away from Grant. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you felt pressed against his own body. The amount of nights he had to pull himself away from you, unable to cross that line, the line between boss and subordinate. A line that he’s tiptoed since the first time he saw you.

If only it was that simple to give into you.

A few hours later, you could feel your steam running out and your eyes drooping, no matter how much coffee you drank.

“There hasn’t been any new information.” Aaron’s voice woke you just before your head hit the conference table for the second time that night, “Let’s call it a night and look at this in the morning with fresh eyes.”

“No no,” you whine, failing to lift your eyelids, “I can keep going.”

“Agent Hotchner is right. Come on, let's get you to the hotel.”

Just as Grant reached for you, Aaron was quick to his feet, striding over to you with only a few steps and grabbing your shoulder before Grant could. “I have her.” Aaron lifted you up, one hand resting under both of your legs and the other on your back, smirking at Grant as you wrap your arms around his neck and snuggle into him.

The look of shock on the officer’s face was sickeningly satisfying.

Never would Aaron be this bold, especially in front of others, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn't just let this man touch you. Not after spending all day watching his poor attempts at flirting.

You could, and probably would, be upset with him tomorrow.

Aaron lifted his chin, daring others to say anything as he made his way through the precinct with you tucked in his arms. Once you were outside, you push your face into his neck subconsciously, inhaling his scent and sending a shiver through him, thankful that at least some part of you waited until you were out of sight to get clingy with him.

“You are,” You yawn, lips brushing against his skin,”so hot when you are jealous.”

“I am not jealous.”

All you did was hum in response as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

For the rest of the case you stuck to Grant every chance you got, barely paying Aaron any attention.

He knew you were doing it on purpose. You knew he knew that you knew you were doing it on purpose.

Thankfully the team was able to wrap up the case and it was only one night left before you left.

No more case. No more reason to stay in California. No more Grant.

Aaron wonders if he should be as happy as he was as he pressed the button for your floor on the elevator. He doesn’t have much time to think about it when a minute later the elevator door opens and he sees Grant standing at your door, leaning against the open door with you.

“So now that the case is over, do you want to get dinner before you leave? I’m sure hotel food isn’t as good as a good burger at this little dive I know down the street.”

You giggle at his forwardness. While you do love and want Aaron, turning down a free meal from a cute man before you never see him again couldn’t hurt, right?

“You know a little dive? Is it a ‘California delicacy?’”

Grant leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh absolutely.”

Rage and jealousy flows through Aaron, his jaw and fists clenched. His legs carried him towards you before his brain could catch up.

No more games.

In a flash, Aaron grabbed Grant by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and away from you.

“A Aaron?!” You squeak as the man pushes you into your hotel room, closing and locking the door behind you.

His hands grab your wrists, tugging and trapping them above your head, the air leaving you completely as his lips crash against yours.

The months and months of tension finally exploded within you, arching your hips to meet him, gasping when he grips your wrists tighter in warning.

“You really can’t resist flirting can you?” Aaron’s voice may have been calm, almost bored, but his eyes betrayed the fire, the anger he held. “You just love to rile me up.”

“I thought,” you moan when he moves to kiss your neck, “you weren’t jealous.”

His laugh is condescending, one of his hands snaking down to your side while the other held tight. This was the Aaron Hotchner you wanted, the one you knew he could be if you just pushed right, but now that he was here you didn’t quite know how to handle him.

Not that you would let him know. Not as your body shivers when he rests his hand on your waist, nails digging through the material of your jeans.

“You and I both know I am not. Why be jealous when your body is so truthful with me? It tells me everything,” His smirk widens as he cupped your cunt and you whine, subconsciously grinding against his hand, seeking the dull pleasure you could get through the two layers of fabric separating you, “I need to know. It is an open book for me.”

You want to cry when Aaron withdraws from you, only proving his point further. God you want him. More than absolutely anything.

“Now be a good girl and get on the bed. I want you naked and on all fours by the time I get out of the bathroom.”

“T The bathr…” Your words die on your lips when Aaron gives you a pointed stare, one that has you clenching around nothing, before he walks away from you and into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar, almost as if daring you to disobey him.

As much as you wanted to, just to see what he would do to you, you decided that would be for a different time. Quickly shedding your top and jeans, you obey like the good girl you want to be for him.

You wait for what feels like an eternity, but was probably only five minutes before you could hear Aaron’s footsteps coming out of the bathroom. Instinct has you turning your head to look at him, “Don’t you fucking move.” but his harsh voice has you snapping it back and a shiver running down your spine.

Or was that his fingers that danced along your back? Honestly you didn’t know, but you didn;t have time to ponder it before he splayed his open palm across one of your ass cheeks, drawing back and coming down with a swift smack.

You moan, the sudden motion causing you to fall forward, your arms giving out.

“Just a little taste of what happens when you play with me.” Aaron rubbed the spot where you were sure was going to be slightly red from the force. “But I won’t give you more since you seemed to follow my orders like such a good girl.”

A whine escapes you at his words. You wanted to hear them over and over. To be praised by him over and over. His fingers ghost from your ass straight to your center, pressing and feeling, but never fully sinking into you.

“Oh fuck,” You squirm under his carful attention, “Please. Please Aaron!”

“Please what? How will I know what you want without words?”

You cry as the tip of his finger comes dangerously close to your clit only for him to pull it away just as quickly. You knew what he was doing. He was teasing you just like you had teased him, almost like a form of sick payback, and though he did have the upper hand, you felt like you had already won.

You had him in bed.

“Please touch me, Aaron. I need your hands on me, in me, anything.”

“There we go.” 

The reward for your confession was sweet. His fingers circled your clit, applying the right amount of pressure that had you moaning loudly. Aaron continued to work you, leaving your brain in a haze of pleasure which only intensified when he finally moved to sink one finger into your core.

“Fuck..” Aaron curses, his finger setting a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, admiring the embarrassingly wet noises your cunt makes. “You are so wet.”

You moan when he slides a second finger in, then a third, the stretch burning oh so deliciously.

He’s got you at his mercy, hips rocking back to meet his thrusts, drool pooling on the hotel sheets below you. “Aaron!” You cry, the coil in your gut pushing and pushing you closer to the edge, threatening to break and toss you into a sweet release.

“Let go.”

With his permission, and his fingers brushing that sweet spot that made you see stars, you do.

You scream as your orgasm crashes into you. If the outside could hear you, you didn’t care. All that mattered was Aaron, his name the only thing occupying your mind and the only thing spilling out of your mouth as if it was the only name you knew.

And right now it was.

Aaron continued to thrust his fingers into you, helping you through your orgasm until you tried to pull away from him, but his other hand gripped your waist, pulling you back and onto his fingers.

“Aaron!” You squirmed. It was too much, but you didn’t want him to stop as his fingers expertly stroked and thrust, bringing you to a second orgasm in record time. Tears prick your eyes, your body shaking, feeling weightless and not here.

You didn’t even notice when Aaron carefully turned you on your back, brushing your hair back from your face and kissing your forehead. He treated you like procaline, peppering kisses all over your face until you came back to him. “There’s my girl.”

His girl. The thought had you smiling like a lovesick fool, which was appropriate because you were. No longer were the steel eyes and lustful gaze, but soft brown eyes filled with an adoration you weren’t used to seeing. You swallow and reach for him. Aaron wrapped you in his arms and held you close.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Now what? Was he going to continue? Fuck you? Or, and something you hoped he wouldn’t do, leave you.

Aaron, the ever brilliant profiler he was, could see the war going on in your head before you could speak. He leaned down to kiss you, hand gently rubbing shapes on your upper thigh.

“Don’t worry. I will be right here for more when you wake.”

You feel a little guilty about not returning the favor, but Aaron quickly shuts that down. He grabs the hotel comfort and pulls it up, covering the two of you, tucking you into his chest. Your eyes feel heavy from the force of cumming twice (and Aaron’s skilled fingers) that you couldn’t seem to argue, eyes closing as sleep takes over.

You definitely would make him feel good when you wake up.

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During my last rewatch of the prequels I was actually shocked by how much I've misremembered or decontextualized certain moments in my mind because of how they're often talked about in fandom as showing the Jedi as too arrogant, too bureaucratic, generally just burying their heads in the sand while everything goes bad etc. So I'm gonna try to address every individual scene that typically gets brought up to argue that this is an actual theme in Lucas's portrayal of the Order.

The Council doesn't take Qui-Gon's account of meeting a Sith seriously.

Mace and Ki Adi Mundi do both express doubt this guy could be a Sith. (Understandably! Historically they've never known Sith to be able to hide their existence, and for them to have survived totally in secret for a thousand years is a pretty wild thing for Qui-Gon to be so sure of.)

BUT Yoda admits that the dark side is hard to see, and Mace assures Qui-Gon they'll do everything to find out the identity of the attacker. Later he's ordered to go back to Naboo and try to draw out Maul to discover more. Qui-Gon accepts this and doesn't ask for backup. Why should he? He held his own against Maul before, and Maul's probably not gonna show himself again to face a ton of Jedi. They end up missing the chance to learn who trained Maul because of how things go down, but Qui-Gon's death isn't the result of the Council mishandling the situation.

At the funeral, Yoda says the presence of one Sith means there's another out there. They know they've got to be on guard now and will be, but they've got no more leads for now.

2. Qui-Gon's not here to free slaves.

There's this idea that slavery existing on Tatooine shows the Order is apparently too tied up doing shady things for self-interested politicians (footage not found) to help the people who really need it. But Padme's shocked to know the Skywalkers are slaves for a reason. The truth is there isn't a lot of slavery in the galaxy at this time because the Jedi have helped keep it that way for centuries only by working with the Republic. In TCW we see that Zygerrian slavers have a particular hatred of Jedi because they're literally The Anti Slavery People and did so much of the work to crack down on their trade. But Tatooine is controlled by the Hutts and they simply don't have the resources to start a war with them.

(And honestly, it's crazy how people talk like Qui-Gon's a monster for honestly and apologetically telling Anakin no, that's not why he's here. This is a child he's already indebted to and who has a hero-worshipping idea of Jedi, it would be fucked up for him not to be clear about how he can't help him and his mom.)

3. They doubt Dooku could be behind the assassination attempt.

This I understand shows the Jedi to be a little naive. But they knew Dooku as a good man, and at this point he and his followers are still putting on a show of wanting to secede for idealistic reasons (and a few of them, manipulated by Dooku, actually do have good intentions). Only later do the Jedi learn they're illegally building an army before they've even officially left the Republic and clearly have no interest in the peaceful resolution Padme's been advocating for. And they only find this out because they have Obi-Wan investigate the assassin and this very quickly leads him to Dooku.

4. "Arrogance, yes. A trait more and more common among Jedi. Even the older, more experienced ones."

In context, this line from Yoda is clearly not meant to be taken so seriously. Obi-Wan says he fears Anakin is too arrogant, and this is Yoda's light-hearted way of telling him not to be so hard on him. Part of training a Padawan is learning to trust them so they can grow, and Obi-Wan perhaps needs the reminder that he isn't done learning himself.

Of course Yoda saying this could be partly motivated by them having been caught off guard before by the existence of Darth Maul and the dark side clouding their awareness, as we're told repeatedly throughout the PT they know is a problem. But it's kind of contradictory to take this as confirmation that this is a serious fatal flaw of theirs. If someone acknowledges their own arrogance then they're aware of their ability to be wrong, which means they can't actually be that arrogant. If truly meant in a general sense and not just as a gentle reproof of Obi-Wan, it's a pretty self-deprecating comment coming from Yoda.

5. "If an item does not appear in our records, it does not exist."

Chief Librarian Jocasta Nu gives this haughty response to Obi-Wan looking for Kamino, a system that's not in the Jedi Archives. So being so overly confident in the infallible knowledge of the Jedi, he takes her word for it and totally drops this lead.

Except no, he goes to someone older and wiser to figure out what this actually means. And he and Yoda are forced to conclude that the unthinkable - a trusted person among them somehow had reason to erase information from the archive - must nonetheless be what happened. This is honestly an exception that proves the rule: Kamino, and we can assume only Kamino, is missing from the archive only because it was removed, which is so suspicious it just shows he must be on the right track to discovering something. Jocasta is kind of snooty about it but theirs obviously is supposed to be one of the most accurate and complete databases in the galaxy.

6. Obi-Wan doesn't believe what Dooku tells him about the Senate.

For one thing, in this conversation Dooku's lying about basically everything but this. And I can't ever stress enough that Palpatine is a threat unlike anything the Jedi have ever dealt with before, who's already taken control of so much before they even know they're fighting anything, so the idea that a Sith is controlling the Senate would be really hard for anyone to believe.

Still, we know Obi-Wan reports this to the Council anyway. But it's a vague statement and they still don't have any information to act on. Palpatine soon has them very busy putting out fires in the war, and naturally fighting the Separatists who are led by Sith seems the best way for them to get to the bottom of what exactly is going on with the dark side. And they do finally turn their attention to how power-hungry Palpatine is getting once the war is nearly over and they've got the bandwidth for it, and think about what they might have to do if he's the threat to their democracy they fear, but of course he's too many steps ahead of them all the time.

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So basically, what we see the Jedi being so guilty of in these examples are thought crimes. When confronted with the crazy explanation that happens to be true, their instinctive reaction is "No, I don't think that's possible." And then they do their due diligence to uncover as much of the truth as they can anyway. And Yoda, the Grand Master of them all, is often the first to admit that their first assumptions could be wrong. But Palpatine wouldn't be a good villain if his moves were predictable and he couldn't get an advantage over the good guys - that's just how storytelling works sometimes and it's not that deep.

It honestly felt stupid typing so much of this out because it's 90% just describing what actually happens in these scenes. But I guess it's a lot to ask that people actually carefully watch the films they discuss. 😒