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#we already know they should've stuck with the hundred but maybe they can try again after this season lol
loveandthings11 · 1 year
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Optimistic and sober Kendall, focused and confident Roman, connected and open Shiv, I love them together so much 🥹
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star-writr · 7 months
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Promise
Yay!! Another 10th Doc fic!! This one is a little longer than the last one luckily. Also school starts in four days for me and I'm terrified. Reader is gn. This will be up on my Ao3 in a sec. Enjoy!!
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After yet another draining adventure, the TARDIS welcomed you and the Doctor with its warm lighting and buzzing noises. Closing the door behind him, the Time Lord huffed. "Well, that was a hell of a jog", he spoke, "even for me. Are you alright?"
You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I think I'm going to take a nap. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," said the Doctor, making his way over to the console. "I'll be here if you need anything." You walked away, grateful to get a break.
The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair, already spiky and messy enough as it was, sighing. He fiddled with a couple buttons, trying to keep his hands – and thoughts – focused on the TARDIS rather than anything else. The spaceship seemed to find his troubled look quite funny, and her engines snickered.
"Laugh a little more, would you?", grunted the Time Lord. The machine didn't hesitate to do so.
The Doctor had been pining after his companion for a while, but had admitted these feelings to himself quite reluctantly. After all, he knew that you wouldn't be any different to his prior companions. He knew one day he wouldn't see you again; everyone left the TARDIS sooner or later, whether they wanted to or not. Even if you somehow reciprocated what he felt, the situation would've been just the same, and it would've been even worse when it ended. The Doctor was a time traveller, he couldn't focus only on the present; and thinking of the uncertainty of the future – which could've put you in danger in a hundred million different ways without him able to do anything – sent him off the rails like very few things could. He couldn't have you hurt because of his carelessness, feelings or no feelings. However, he still didn't know what to do. Maybe he should've told you the truth. But why bother? Again, it would've meant nothing. Destiny had the tendency to laugh in the Doctor's face, making his every move have the worst consequences possible; if you got involved by staying by his side, who knows what could've happened. There was also the possibility of you being uncomfortable once the Doctor confessed his feelings and leaving the TARDIS even sooner. So the Time Lord kept his mouth shut.
This went on for quite some time. Nevertheless, the Doctor couldn't keep carrying such a burden forever. And, against every last one of his intentions, he didn't.
It was rare to see the Doctor truly scared. It had been a long night, and an even longer adventure. Going deeper and deeper into the darkest of tunnels, holding onto his sleeve, the both of you running for your lives, you saw an expression that the Time Lord had never worn in front of you before then.
The enemy had taken his sonic, leaving the Doctor without his second most powerful weapon, and the first most powerful – his wits – didn't seem eager to respond at the moment. It was true that most times he worked well under pressure, but fear was a beast he didn't quite know how to make abide by his rules.
"Doctor, what do we do? We can't keep running forever," you reminded him, pulling onto his shirt. He stopped in his tracks and took one good look at you.
"Are you hurt?" he asked. You didn't answer. "We have to think of something else," you insisted, "or we'll be stuck here forever."
He said your name with his voice breaking. It was the first time you saw him that worried. "We can't do anything. We can't fight. We can only run", he stated.
You lowered your eyes. The truth was that you couldn't run anymore. As much as you didn't want to admit it, your feet were killing you and you had sprained your ankle.
"You're hurt", realized the Doctor. The sound of metal clanging coming from the tunnels behind you stripped you of all the hope you had left. The Doctor looked at you with wet eyes. "I don't have a plan", he said, "I'm sorry."
He couldn't give up so easily, you thought. The noise was getting closer. The pressure you felt crushed your lungs, leaving you almost breathless.
Even so, the Doctor wasn't the only one who worked well under pressure. You had a sudden idea, and all at once you felt like you could breathe again. A smile crept its way onto your lips. "Well, I do," you said.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Really? What are you going to do?" he asked. His question remained unanswered, at least for the moment, as your lips crashed together with his. "Stay put", you ordered him, then going straight towards the noise of metal. The Doctor – quickly pulling himself together after the sudden kiss – tried to stop you, but it was futile. As soon as you disappeared from his sight the noises suddenly stopped. A few moments later, you came back with his sonic screwdriver in hand and a smirk plastered onto your face.
"Holograms," you explained, "holograms and recorded sound effects. They took your sonic because it would've messed with their systems."
The Doctor's mouth was agape as he grabbed the screwdriver, inspecting it and occasionally shifting his eyes onto your figure. "How can a hologram grab anything?", he asked.
"They were projected onto an endoskeleton", you replied. "Fool proof disguise."
The Time Lord smiled. "You're a genius."
"Save it for when we're out of here, pretty boy," you teased, grabbing him by the tie and leading the way. Needless to say, the Doctor didn't protest. He was too impressed to complain.
You made it to the TARDIS only hours later, exhausted as per usual. The Doctor was still lingering on the kiss. He couldn't tell whether your sudden realization had made you so excited as to kiss him, or if it had been anything else. He was still unwilling to talk about his own feelings, but now that you had made what seemed like a first move, he decided to confront you about it.
He plopped next to you on the seat near the console. His palms were sweaty against the white leather and his eyes darted between the ceiling, you, and the pavement.
"What is it?" you asked, preceding him. The Time Lord suddenly found his shoelaces to be very interesting, and didn't bear to look at you.
"Just thinking", he whispered.
"About?"
"About the kiss."
You tilted your head. The Doctor was still looking down. A sigh escaped your lips. "Okay, listen."
"I am listening."
"Look at me, Doctor."
He didn't turn his head, and just peeked at you from the corner of his eyes. You later found his flusteredness to be quite adorable. For the moment, however, you wondered if the kiss had made him uncomfortable. In any case, it was best to tell him your reasons. All of them. No holding back. You wouldn't have hid anymore.
"I meant that kiss," you admitted. "I'm sorry if you weren't okay with it."
The Doctor went back to staring at his shoes. "I was okay with it." Your eyes lit up. "Frankly," he added, "it would be simpler if I wasn't. But I'm actually glad you did it first."
"Are you?" you questioned him. "You don't look so... happy."
"I know." The Time Lord bit his lip mindlessly.
"Then what's wrong?"
He was finally able to look at you. You deserved the whole truth, he thought.
"I've told you. My companions always end up leaving. Most of the time it's not planned. They end up endangered and the only solution, if there is one, is leaving me behind. If I get too attached I can never get over it."
You took his hand in yours. "Have you considered, even for a second, that it doesn't always have to end that way?"
"But it does."
"I'm still here, though."
The Doctor's eyes darted across the room. As much as he wanted to believe everything would've ended up being okay, he couldn't bring himself to. Each time he did, everything slipped away from his grasp leaving him alone once again.
"Doctor," you pleaded, "if you won't believe it can end differently, then at least let me promise you it will. At least believe in me."
The Time Lord pondered over your words for a couple moments. Then, he cupped your cheek with his free hand and kissed you. It was a desperate kiss, and it made the both of you scoot closer to the other, wrapping your arms around each other for support and clutching at the cloth on your backs. It didn't last for more than thirty seconds, and left you lingering for more.
"Promise me", he begged, "promise me."
"I promise", you whispered.
"Again. Say it again."
"I promise", you repeated.
His lips brushed onto yours. "Again." You smiled reassuringly, your voice a whisper.
"I promise." You kissed him again.
The night had just started.
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emabatis · 1 month
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About a Vampire Cutting her Own Bangs
From the results of this poll, I present this little 792-word weird story about, uh, a vampire cutting her own bangs. I'm not the most creative at titles. If you have questions or comments, I'd love to hear them!
HUGE trigger warnings for negative self-talk, references to suicide, references to self-harm, and a lot of cussing. Keep yourself safe out there.
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Get it together, bitch. Even you can salvage this. I don't know why you're fucking whining. It's not even that much hair, just cover it up when you style it. You do know how to style hair, right? Okay. Jesu- Ow. Fuck. I'm never getting used to that.
Whatever. We can learn. Just keep going. To the eyebrows and no higher. If we think it's too long we can just go back later. If we think it's too short then tough tits, we'll learn to live with it. Unless you want to be a dramatic mess for the next two hundred years before you inevitably trip on a railroad spike. Fuck if I care.
Vertical snips. Down the river, not across the bridge, right? Yeah. Bad joke. Irrelevant information now. It's dark and we don't have any stakes lying around. Even if you did, your arm strength is shit. This is our new version of being impulsive. It's just like you to fuck up something as simple as-
Careful! Why do you think you're the world's specialest dead girl? That you're not losing this for-fucking-ever? You already fucked up your eyebrows, now you want to fuck up your hair, too? Idiot!
No, sorry. Positive self-talk. Idiot. Let's put the scissors down. Turn the spoon over, this side's reflection is fading. We shouldn't be so harsh on ourself. This shit's hard to do even with a working mirror and hands that don't shake like a bitch.
Assess the damage. Looks like funhouse-shit. What's even going on up there. Feels bristly. Do we still need shampoo? We're not pissing, maybe we're not making head-oil either. Sure, that's a good excuse for being a lazy bitch. Oh, there's the bit you fucked up on. We'll make it match on the other side.
Your poor, poor hair. It's so beautiful. It took so long. Why would you cut it? Remember that? Of course you don't. I do. We're finishing this. If we get staked tomorrow, we're dying with bangs, not some half-assed mistake in the middle of our forehead.
Jesus it- Ow. Damn it's cold though. Is the radiator even on? It's loud as a bitch, it better be. Go out and eat when we're finished up here. Or try starving, see what happens. Going on a hungry rampage will get you more results than trying to pick someone up at a bar, that's for sure. That part's too long, give it a few millimeters.
Hey, it's 2 am. Did you notice what day it is, now? Happy Ash Wednesday. You didn't remember. I did. I fucking hate you sometimes. Close your eyes. You're fine. Open. Let's get back to it.
What if bangs go completely out of style in five years? Wouldn't that be hilarious? We'd be so screwed.
Don't start crying, there's not enough moisture in our body for that. Can we even cry? Aren't we some sort of heartless monster now? I said don't start fucking crying. Oh, I get it. You can only cry for yourself. You're an invincible ageless being and you're sad because your hair can't grow back. Poor little dead girl, actually having to experience the consequences of her actions instead of being forgiven. Get up bitch, the floor's cold.
Oh fuck no we're not having second thoughts fuck that. Fuck your old life. Fuck God- OW. Shit. Whatever. Doing what you want means doing it alone.
Turn the spoon over again. We need to do this fast, before we get used to it and we lose our reflection forever. Snip. Snip. Getting rid of all the shit.
Look, I'm sorry you're stuck with me. I'm sorry you wanted to start over but now you have to deal with a bitchy idiot devil on your back. You should've been perfect. You should've been the coolest, prettiest vampire at the party, but you had to have a human life before all this. That's why we're cutting our bangs, right?
Do we even have garlic? No? Not even garlic powder? Damn we're pathetic. Guess it doesn't matter. Spray some more water on there. Get it straight.
Sorry. I'm the fuckup, not you. Or if you are, we both are. We're not in sync yet. I'm still stuck on shit you don't have to deal with. Friends. Lack thereof. Food. Lack thereof. Job shit. We should be getting something to eat. Drink. Someone. Whatever.
Okay. No. Put the scissors down. If we cut anymore it'll be overkill. Baby steps. Let's eat someone before we start ordering hair clippers, yeah? Okay. Check if the actual mirror wants to cooperate now.
Who the fuck is that? Hm. Know what? Fuck it. We can live with this for the next two hundred years. Let's clean up.
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headinthestaticsky · 3 years
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The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 1
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Summary: It was time for Fleur Swan to become Fleur Hale/Whitlock. She has started to adjust to the lifestyle of a vegetarian vampire as well as her powers, which she seems to develop a new one once in a while. But what happens when something happens that none of the Cullens are prepared for.
"Nature will get her way Though you took her for a fool Walking on the lake Frozen under you."
Run Cried the Crawling by, Anges Obel
When Bella got home from Vegas with Edward at her side it was the most pissed off my dad had ever been at her. He knew she would throw out the "I'll move away." Card on him but he wasn't fazed by it anymore. She was married, and a adult... he couldn't stop her. It was satisfying to see dad finally stand up to her, letting go of the fear of losing her. Bella eventually developed a guilty look on her face while Edward tensed by her side. She decided that she would have her honeymoon after Jasper and I got married, since dad would know we would both be out of the house. It confused me since she would have to wait 5 months just to go on her honeymoon, it also delayed her changing into a vampire. Since they both agreed to do it on there honeymoon.
Regarding me however my eyes are still a dark red rose color, which completely puzzled the Cullens. It confused me as well...knowing that after a year of transformation my eyes should be golden by now. I had never drunken an once of human blood but, my eyes were just as red as they were when I first turned. My blood lust got a lot better and I was beginning to gain control of my powers. It turns out I am also a shape shifter in a sense... I can transform myself into anyone I wanted to be. Things seemed to have calmed down it was nice to have a moment of serenity.
I stood in my room which was now void of my items being out on display. They were instead all in boxes stacked up on top of each other. Dad helped me out earlier in the day, it was nice to spend so one-on-one time with him while I still lived here. Bella was packing up too, excited to finally leave the house and become a vampire. She wouldn't let dad help her out however and spent her time locked up in her room. Probably waiting for Edward to enter and talk with her. I just sat down on my bed looking at my surroundings when I heard Jasper enter through my window.
"I was waiting for you to show up." I said grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.
"Mmm, hello to you too." Jasper said.
"You're not going to believe who accepted my RVSP'd to the wedding..."
"Who is it?"
"My mom, her new husband is coming with her too."
"I hope they won't cause any trouble." Jasper grumbled.
"Well... the last thing I said to her was when I moved back down here when I was 15...I told her that next time I see her would be at my wedding. I then told her that she would enjoy the the open bar and her speech for me would be her barfing all over the place. So umm... be prepared for that to happen." I explained trying to hold in a laugh at the face Jasper made.
"Damn love...you're brutal sometimes."
"Thank you... that is so sweet to say!"
"You better get down to our place... Alice and Rosalie are waiting for you so they can throw you a Bachelorette party."
"Yeah... they'll probably break the house trying to get to me." I said and then began to laugh.
"Have fun darlin." Jasper said softly.
"You too, if Emmett, Edward, and Dean got you a stripper I will murder all of them."
"Don't worry about that darlin, we're merely going out to the woods to hunt bears... maybe a few mountain lions. Besides Edward won't be there anyway"
"Oh fun...wait, Edward won't be there?"
"Yeah... it seems he still holds a grudge after I called him a boy before the battle."
"Only a boy would be offended by that." I said
"I better go love you." Jasper replied and pecked my cheek.
"Love you too." I did the same thing, pecking his cheek. He left a few seconds afterward leaving me alone. I pulled on pair of boots and ran downstairs.
"I'll see you later dad, Rose and Alice are throwing me a little party."
"Alright Petal, love you."
"Love you too!"
I arrived at the Cullen's house in record time, my tracking ability had improved greatly. I zoomed up to the door and before I could open it Rosalie, Esme, Bree, and Alice stood there with excited smiles on their faces.
"The party has arrived." I said jokingly.
They all laughed and ushered me into the lounge room.
Bree had been living with us ever since the end of the battle, she struggled to conform to the diet after living off of human blood so long and she couldn't leave the house much since she was presumed dead. But Jasper has been helping her out a lot.
"I can't wait to see what you did with the venue outside... can I take a look?"
"No, you may not, Rosalie and I all agreed that you shouldn't see it until tomorrow. It'll be great with the pictures."
"Okay okay... is the dress finished?"
"Yes, now that you can see." Rosalie said, dragging me down to her room. A large vanity was set up with hundreds of makeup products. I turned around and saw my dress... it was beautiful.
(I know the dresses aren't exactly the same but just pretend the one showing off the back of the dress has sleeves haha.)
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a"Oh my gosh Rose, you know my style so well."
"You're going to look beautiful tomorrow." Esme said, her gracious smile still on her face.
"Thank you guys so much... for everything."
"No problem Fleur, I can't wait for you to officially be a part of the family." Alice replied.
"So, how is everything back at home?" Rosalie said, already playing with my hair.
"It's tense...dad's pissed at Bella, Bella is pissed at dad. I still can't believe she actually eloped."
"Doesn't surprise me any... Bella's priorities have certainly changed." Alice grumbled.
"Yeah... not gonna lie though Alice they've always been like that, she just hid it from you guys pretty well."
"Yeah... I guess so." Alice said disappointment was on her face.
"Let's talk about something else...Fleur, did Jasper tell you where you two were going for your honeymoon?"
"No... he wants it to be a surprise, I can't wait to see where we're going."
"I'm sure it's going to be fun." Alice said, nudging me playfully.
"If I could blush right now, I would." I said.
Timeskip: The next day.
"Rosalie this is like we rehearsed it... smile and don't kill my mother." I reminded her.
"I'll try my best... Why does Bella have to be a bridesmaid again?" She said, brushing back my long black hair.
"Because I don't need my mother talking my ear off saying how selfish I am."
I saw Alice shake her head before going back to steaming my dress in the background.
"Fleur, Rosalie? Where are you guys?" I heard my dad call out.
"In here dad!" I called back.
"Renee get your butt up here your daughter is getting married. Get over this stupid grudge." I heard dad yell. Rosalie, Alice, and I all laughed.
"Aww, you look beautiful Petal." Dad said, smiling at me. I said Renee in the background she had a shocked look on her face.
"Thanks, Dad, you can thank Rosalie and Alice for all of this. Mom? You gonna come over? I'm not infected with anything you know."
She scoffed and walked up to me, we both gave each other fake smiles.
"Did you get plastic surgery? Your face looks... I don't know more sculpted." She said.
"No mother I just aged... the last time you saw me I was 15, I'm 20 now." I lied, everyone knew most vampires' facial features perfected when fully changed. But I couldn't exactly tell her that.
"Okay..." She said in a skeptical voice. I heard Rosalie growl behind me.
"Renee knock it off." Dad said he had a curt look on his face.
"Well since it's your wedding day we thought you needed something blue." Renee started, her face didn't look too happy.
"And something old, besides your mother." Dad joked, Rosalie and Alice let out a chuckle.
"Nice Charlie," Renee said rolling her eyes.
Dad then opened a jewelry box that had a hairpiece in it. I knew it was grandma swans.
"It was Grandma Swans, I added the Sapphires though, I thought it matched your ring pretty well. When the time comes around you can give it to your daughter." Dad said he handed it to Rosalie so she could put it in my hair.
"Aww thank you so much dad." I said I was lucky I didn't have my dress on yet so I could hug him.
"Should've saved this for Bella." Renee grumbled quitely.
"Oh no I forgot her veil, Rose could you come with me?" Alice asked.
Rosalie hesitated before answering.
"Sure..." They walked out a few seconds later.
"So... you stuck true to your guns. I didn't see you until your wedding day." Dad just looked at the two of us and walked out.
"Yep."
"How many men did you date before you got engaged to this one. I know how bored you can get." Renee said, implying I sleep around a lot.
"He's the first and only man I've dated." Renee's reflection was shocked in the mirror.
"Well... I knew my Bella would do that but... not, you." She said in a condescending voice.
"You have no idea what Bella has done."
"So who is he?" Renee said, ignoring my previous statement.
"His name is Jasper and he's an amazing, kind human being." I answered back, pride-filled my voice. I could suddenly feel Bella's presence behind the wall in the other room listening in on us.
"Sure... we all know women like you say that when the men have slept with you."
"You're childish insults do not bother me anymore mother."
"What childish insults? I'm stating facts." Renee said, acting innocent.
"Yeah, facts you convinced yourself are true."
"All I know is if my Bella wouldn't gotten married so young. So let's cut to the chase how far along are you?"
'I'm not pregnant Renee, I need to go help Rose and Alice find that veil." I got up to walk away when I got an idea.
"Oh by the way, Bella got married at nineteen in Vegas."
Renee just stood there in shock. I smiled in satisfaction.
"Enjoy the open bar!"
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hotchley · 3 years
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i saw your reblog of the Spencer giving Aaron a father's day card thing and i can't stop thinking about how Aaron is the father figure to the entire team now.
(yes I'm also especially thinking about that one scene of Spencer and Derek stuck in the malfunctioning lift shrieking for Aaron just because. 🥴 dad!Hotch ftw!!!!!)
i know this concept has probably been done hundreds of times already but imagine: (SORRY THIS IS GOING TO BE A REALLY LONG ASK, I deeply apologise in advance)
[tw food/eating habits, some references to murder cases because you know this is Criminal Minds, some slight spoilers for people who haven't really watched the show and also reference & mention of autism & a character on the autism spectrum -> just a heads up, a disclaimer, I'm in no way diagnosed with autism, so if i have misrepresented autism, or made any mistakes, i apologise, it wasn't my intention, and i welcome all feedback & criticism — i genuinely want to learn]
a year after Spencer joins the BAU, Aaron notices & becomes very concerned over Spencer's (super bad) eating habits aka him only drinking coffee and forgetting to eat actual proper food when he gets absorbed in cases or research or reading etc -> which results in Aaron absolutely being like "hey Spencer let's grab lunch together" almost everyday just so Spencer eats (healthy, full meals)
(also Spencer picking up on this after Aaron "casually" gets him lunch/treats him to dinner/invites him over for meals for almost every day of the week and he was initially almost irritated/offended until he realised he could use Aaron's habit to make Aaron himself eat properly too because this hypocritical bastard doesn't eat properly himself either so every alternate day you can see Spencer purposely not going for lunch breaks while sneaking glances at Aaron's office just waiting for him to notice and drag them both to lunch together 😌)
also I really think Spencer is on the autistic spectrum (high functioning, imo, but I'm not really sure how this works, and I'd have to do more research) so I'd like to imagine Aaron knows that too because he's noticed Spencer's behaviors + Spencer got an official diagnosis and told him about it maybe 6-7 months into joining the BAU so I really think Aaron lets Spencer stim (physically, his hand gestures) on their lunch break because he knows that Spencer can't really do that in front of the others, so even when they're on cases, he would take Spencer out either for a private lunch or dinner or something, just the two of them, and he'd let Spencer stim & talk about any subject of his fancy as much as he wants to (I'm pretty sure someone wrote a fic like this and I absolutely can't remember the name or the author but I really LOVED the idea too)
initially Spencer was really taken aback too, because you know, this isn't something you do with your boss, of all people, but Hotch had always meant what he says and his facial expression and body language suggested that he was being absolutely sincere and serious about this, so Spencer tentatively started talking, and as their meal progressed, he eventually got comfortable enough to just go on, and not once did Aaron cut him off rudely, until the end of their meal, when Aaron couldn't continue to pretend to drink his soup because he'd finished it somehow with those incredibly small spoonfuls, and he'd had to gently tell Spencer that they had to go back, but Spencer wasn't upset, because he'd just got over an hour to talk about this recent seminar about the connection of ancient Greek mythology to the developments of the society in ancient Greece which no one had ever done for him before and he's full, satisfied and beyond elated because Hotch really didn't have to do this, but he did anyways
at first it was just something between them but eventually Derek noticed & like in the end I think it's a kind of open secret between Aaron, Spencer & Derek and now when Derek notices Aaron doing it he gives Aaron a small nod and he wards off & deals with the questions that the others have when they inevitably notices the private meals Aaron & Spencer has
speaking of Derek, Aaron definitely has 1 on 1 time with Derek too, but doing different things. Derek's thing is sports & home renovations, and he repairs/maintains cars & bikes when he can, and I like to imagine Aaron knowing about his hobbies and casually asking Derek about the home renovation he's working on one time (before or early S1) Derek came into his office to submit a case file, and Derek being kind of shocked/caught by surprised initially (because he knows Hotch has a soft spot for the kid because he's much younger and much, much more inexperienced but Derek's older and should know better, so Hotch won't do the whole private lunch thing with him, right?) but then he grins and starts telling Aaron about how "I got that place absolutely shining right now, man" and then he invites Aaron over to take a look at the place out of courtesy/habit (his mama raised him as a good, polite young man, and no way Hotch would even say yes right?) and to his surprise once again, Aaron does accept his invitation
after that one time, Aaron begins casually asking him about his projects and even starts offering to help him do some of the painting and decorating (to be fair, it calms Aaron too, to have a getaway from Haley and initially from the crying baby, because while he absolutely loved Haley and Jack with all his heart, some days, some days he just couldn't take it, all the stress from Strauss and from trying to be a good father unlike his own, and he had to take some time off to himself, and painting walls is calming and therapeutic to him in some sense) & Derek and Aaron start bonding over hotdogs while sitting out on the front porch of some halfway remodelled house, talking about the latest sports news (they support different baseball teams but that's okay, because Derek gets to grin at Hotch and ask him to pay up when Hotch's team loses to his, and Aaron gets to raise his eyebrows with that small knowing smirk of his and ask Derek to "complete this by the next weekend, will you" when Derek's team loses to his)
when Aaron recruits Penelope, he's read her file, or what little the FBI's cyberteam got on her anyways. he knows the Black Queen's reputation, and he knows that the cyberteam really don't trust her and recommended high levels of surveillance, but the moment he saw her through the glass of the interrogation room and her resume & application on pink paper, he knew that she's not just what the file said she is. initially, she sticks to the "bureau regulated office attire" because you know, Penelope knows she's lucky, she should've been jailed for what she did, she was jailed, until this Aaron Hotchner guy decided, somehow, that she was deserving to be on his team, even after looking at her resume, which she had written on pink paper out of pure spite (because nothing in the FBI rulebooks said anything about submitting your application on specialized coloured paper anyways) but she was moody and unhappy because she's stuck in this tiny office having to answer the phone whenever agents called to ask for details on icky, gruesome murders and disgusting, vile murderers so she decides that hey, since no one ever comes in here anyways, she might as well do some re-decorating right? so she starts bringing in her own soft toys and figurines and starts amassing a whole collection of soft, plushy, and colourful toys in because it's her office and if she has to deal with all these yucky stuff on a daily basis she's going to make it at least bearable to be in here
one day, some tall, stern looking guy just comes into her office with this Tupperware in his hands saying "hey, Garcia right? my wife made some extra cupcakes for the team, you want some?" and she asks "do i know you?" and he blinks, stands there for one, two seconds before- "sorry, i forgot we haven't actually met. Special Supervisory Agent Aaron Hotchner, assistant unit chief of BAU Team 1, nice to meet you," [i like to headcannon that before Boston & all, Hotch was Gideon's assistant, some kind of assistant unit chief probably, but while he wasn't yet the unit chief he was definitely taking care of most, if not all of the administration matters i.e. hiring new agents etc already because let's be real Gideon is caring & capable but really hands off sometimes (also in S1E1 Derek referred to Gideon as their Unit Chief so I assumed Hotch took over the position full time, officially somewhere between S1E1 and S1E2 or 3)]
and then Garcia's brain kind of short-circuits because holy shit this is her BOSS, aka the guy who somehow, crazily looked at her resume and decided to HIRE her and she just asked him if she knew him OH GOD ALL THOSE FIGURINES- and she tries to explain because she really didn't mean to break any rules with them and they aren't, are they? and she can remove them but just, please, she can't go back to prison.
but then Agent Hotchner just goes "hey, hey, Penelope. it's fine. I understand. this is your office, and you have the right to decorate it. I'm not going to fire you over.... My Little Ponies? and uh, some unicorns?" and Penelope can't help but laugh because he genuinely looks baffled by her collection on her desk, and did he just call her Penelope?
and after that, once, after a bad case that Aaron knew affected Penelope (it involved murdered parents & their only child left orphaned and it just hit too close to home for Penelope), he stopped by a local toy shop and bought the brightest, most sparkly, most colourful thing he could find in there (it ended up being a small figurine of a princess on a small, detachable throne that could light up and play some really funky pop music. Aaron cringed internally as he brought it over to the counter, and awkwardly nodded as the cashier asked, "buying this for your daughter, sir? she's going to love it, it's the latest in a collectable series" and he pretended to not see the questioning eyebrow that Derek gave him after seeing the package) and when he presented it to Penelope when they got back, he got the biggest and most bone crushing hug ever from Penelope because "aw that's so sweet, thank you! and you got me the latest in the collection! it's limited edition!" and it just ended up becoming a tradition — Penelope always looks forward to the end of a case now, not only because that means her people are coming home, safe, in one piece (sometimes debatable but still, they're coming home, to her) but it also means that Hotch has brought her yet another tiny figurine or souvenir to add to her collection and she can't wait to see what it is, and Hotch always, always, finds the time after they've wrapped up the case, before the jet leaves, to pop by a local toy shop to get both Penelope and later, when he's older, Jack some toys or souvenir from wherever state he's in, because he wants both of them to know, that despite all the bad out there, there is still good in the world, and they should never forget that
OKAY this ask is SUPER LONG already i apologise skfjsk i have ideas for JJ & Emily but idk if you'd even wanna continue reading them... (maybe.... give me a sign and I'll send another ask and write it? 🥴)
anyways this was just something that came up and i had to write it out 🥺 sorry for spamming you, i hope you're having a great day/night ahead.
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Hi so I'm putting everything below the cut for scrolling purposes x
He is!!
Oh my god, I love that scene. It came up in a TikTok about ships, because Person A and Person B are both very smart when they're alone, but put them together and it cancels out, and it made me laugh.
I also love Dad Hotch. Like I love him as much as I love "fighting to keep his emotions in check because he needs to be a leader, but you can tell from the slight change in tone, or the slight glaze of his eyes that he's seconds away from crying" Hotch. Which is saying something.
DON'T APOLOGISE FOR LONG ASKS!! That's what the keep reading on posts is for :))
Oh I love how much Hotch cares about Reid, and of course Reid uses it to his advantage to get Hotch to do the same, because they're similar in that way. Also, he would definitely start grinning when Hotch looks down at his empty plate like: oh. Platonic Hotchreid is everything to me, because it's these two people that have been caretakers their entire life trying to look after another person that wouldn't let anyone do that and it's just... the HOTCH ANGST POTENTIAL THAT IS SO UNTAPPED!!!
Also, not a criticism of you, but from what I've heard from people is that functioning labels are harmful and shouldn't be used because it misrepresents the situation!
I love that idea though!! And Derek being protective over them so he's just like: no, you won't interrupt them, and I will take control of the situation for a few hours AAH!!
OH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT MORGAN AND HOTCH BONDING!! It's so perfect!! I love the idea of Morgan teaching Hotch to do things, and Hotch realising how relaxing he finds it to do these things.
And because we can't have nice things: he refuses to go after Foyet breaks into his apartment because he doesn't deserve peace, but then Morgan just uses his key, drags him out, takes him to a house and presses a brush into his hand because he's not going to let his friend self destruct like this.
EVERYTHING ABOUT GARCIA!! OH MY GOD!! I need to get some work done, so I'm going to finish up there, but seriously!! Amazing!! I love the idea of Hotch getting her little figurines and stuff <33
(shameless self promo, she does the same for him in "and he will come back home" hehe)
I would love to hear the Emily and JJ ones!! I hope that's the sign you need :)
Don't apologise for spamming I was having a dull day, and I hope you have a good day too!
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buttercup - jeon wonwoo
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genre: angst word count: 1.7k synopsis: cold, early mornings - what a time to break up with someone. lowercase intended.
disclaimer! mild swearing and mentions of mature themes.
+ the concept of wonwoo and flowers is my fav aesthetic so here we are :)
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it was early in may when our relationship bloomed. much like the flowers around his house did. it was colourful; an abundance of greens, pinks, whites, purples, and yellows painted the yard. it was when the weather wasn't too hot or too cold, nor was it too dry or too humid.
it was also when wonwoo started to have a hobby for gardening after seeing all those colours bloom at home. it was beautiful, and he wanted to make it stay even when the year said otherwise.
as spring transitioned into summer, and summer fell to autumn, the flowers decreased, and the weather turned cold. it was october.
still, he found one. he found one flower by the soil of his backdoor, still blooming as if it were the prettiest in an entire meadow of flowers. it was bright yellow, too, and it brought something new to him; something interesting.
it was like us. a product of plain luck and circumstance, we found each other like he found the buttercup. something that started without thought became the one thing that occupied our minds for every waking hour of the day.
ever since then, he used to call me buttercup. he said so while we were watching a movie, all snuggled up on his old couch, my head on his shoulder.
"you bring colour into my life," the man used to say, "and you're pretty cute, too."
"you're so cheesy, wonwoo," still, i liked it.
buttercup. buttercup. butter-cup. but-ter-cup.
suddenly, i'd forgotten all the other nicknames anybody had ever given me. to wonwoo, i was his buttercup. his flower on an autumn day, the splash of colour in a greyscale world.
even more, i wanted to keep being his buttercup. more and more, i'd look forward to our calls and dates. i could hear his love, and i loved how he loved me.
we were always abroad doing our own things, but he'd always be the first to call me when i arrived at home. his calm voice still rings in my ears to the time i'd exited the airport and he held me tight, laughter in the air.
i did the same, right?
i thought i painted his world. i thought i told him enough times how much i loved him. i thought i would always be one of the people that made him happy.
i was once all of those things. but perhaps our second january couldn't refrain himself from shoving the buttercup in the snow. and so, the buttercup turned cold.
"buttercup!" wonwoo's warm voice greeted me through the phone. i hadn't picked up for days. "it's been a while. how about my place, tonight? maybe we can watch something? i miss you."
"ah..."
i never wanted an "ah..." to come out. i thought i would answer like i usually would. then i'd go over to his place, watch something, and fall sleep in his arms, like we usually would.
"ah?" he asked. i contemplated for a while, almost hesitating to answer.
"okay, i'll be there at five?" i eventually answered.
as soon as the call ended, my smile quickly faded and my eyes felt the strange presence of my tears.
he welcomed me with open arms into his flat. it was still as small as i remembered it, with his kitchen, living room, and bedroom all stuffed in one medium-sized room. damn seoul and its living expenses.
we were quick to cuddle up with each other as his cheap heating made the want to cuddle a need. i missed this. his head was rested on my lap while we watched whatever was available, whether it be rom-com, horror, drama, or action.
initially, i only started coming to his place whenever i felt like i needed him. it was the typical "netflix and chill" kind of date, which was really just an excuse for something nobody wanted to say out loud.
now, i'm starting to see a difference between love and lust.
"baby, i'm going to go to the bathroom, yeah?" i tiptoed over to his bathroom and locked the door only to stare at how dark my eyebags had become.
i continued to stand in front of his bathroom mirror, walking in circles, lip trembling. when i opened the door, my eyes met his.
though i tried to give him a half-hearted smile, i think he already knew me well enough by then to know that i didn't mean it. but i didn't want to see the look on his face when he knew.
so, i walked all the way to the sofa, stood him up by the hand, and planted my lips on his.
i wanted to prove to myself that i still loved him.
the kiss was gentle at first, and slowly i found myself melting in the familiar comfort of his arms. i held on to his loose striped shirt - the same one that i used to wear as a dress in the summer - as he gladly took me in.
"i want you, buttercup," were the last words he said before we slipped under the covers.
if only the want could be replaced with love.
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i woke up that night in wonwoo's arms. warm and familiar, yet i felt suffocated. i tried to shut my eyes back to how they should be and get rid of my stray thoughts, but to no avail. i shuffled around in my spot for a short while, not intending to wake him up.
eventually, i managed to crawl out of the bed, tiptoeing on the cold wooden floors, praying he wouldn't hear a thing while i got myself dressed. as i found my purse on his couch. i dug through it to make sure i had everything, and to my worries, i could not find my phone.
i searched around the place in an attempt to silently find my phone. the memories of last night were hazy in my mind, as i only remember the dreadful thoughts in my head.
"Y/N?"
fuck.
my body froze completely. i hesitated, and almost considered hiding, but i still managed a "wonwoo?". a frenzy of thoughts swarmed my head as i heard the creak of the floorboards telling me he's coming.
he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head on the nape of my neck.
"it's almost five am."
"i know," i whispered.
"come back to bed," he hummed lazily.
"maybe... later?"
he sighed, "baby, it's been so long."
"i think- i just-" i try to gather my words. he kept silent, listening.
"...feel like this isn't going anywhere."
i felt his eyes dart towards my jaw. his arms loosened.
"i feel like this has been happening for-"
"i know," he interrupted, louder, "a while."
"i'm so, so sorry," i feel the same kind of tears roll down my cheeks as when he had called me yesterday.
"no. me too," he whispered.
confused, i turn around to face him. i wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling us closer.
then i gathered my courage and swallowed my pride and spit out the words: "wonwoo, i think we just miss the idea of each other."
"yeah." he said softly, "yeah," he said again, almost inaudible, but i can just about make out what he said under his breath.
"it all comes back full circle, huh?"
"i guess. we started like this, so now we're ending like this."
"did you..." he trailed off.
"did you ever love me, though?"
i opened my mouth to say something, but the words vanished this time. i don't know if it's the messy hair or the deep voice or the fact that we're here, vulnerable and unclothed, the only warmth coming from each other's bodies in this small city flat.
or maybe it's because i knew i'd miss him too much when i went, and it hurt to already imagine the day his wedding invitation arrived at my doorstep.
regardless, it's because "i loved you, believe me," i said, almost sobbing, "god, you don't even know how much i-"
"me too, me too." he murmured into my ear - the same ear that's heard his sweet nothings and dirty secrets. at the same time, he kissed away my tears, and i held him even tighter than when he once broke in front of me.
then i let go. that's when i looked at him once more, and for once, i felt hatred.
i hated myself that it's been so long. i hated that i flinched too many times when he touched me. i hated that i wouldn't be his beloved buttercup anymore. i hated that this was happening, but i wouldn't have it any other way.
we haven't seen each other in days, and even before that, we felt something fade. i think we both knew it was bound to happen. after all, our relationship started in the midst of one night stands and drinking habits; love could only go so far.
we bloomed - and now it's time for us to rest.
"i wanted to say goodbye, one last time."
"i'm happy you did," he chuckled softly, "last night... was nice."
"yeah. it was." i replied as i put my coat back on. i had found my phone stuck between the sofa cushions, and i opened the door.
"will i see you around?" i turned around, nervous. wonwoo planted a soft kiss on my lips in answer, and i know it's the last.
"better invite me to your wedding - whenever it happens," he joked, taking the words right out of my mouth.
"i will! i'll send you a hundred buttercups along with the invitation."
"alright," he laughed, "goodbye, butte- Y/N."
"goodbye, wonwoo."
he closed the door, and i-
"Y/N!"
"yeah?" i looked back.
"be careful. it's still a little dark out there."
"thanks."
and then it was for good.
every now and then, i miss being his buttercup. now i'm just me. now i blend into his greyscale world; another falling leaf on an autumn afternoon.
maybe he'll tell the next person the same story, call them the same name.
maybe he'll finally find the one. maybe i should've been the one.
he kept his buttercup for two years, but he knew: you shouldn't keep buttercups too close to your skin; they might poison you.
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