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guess who got a computer!

now i can pump out writing faster hopefully! also stay tuned for hotch x reader soon enough <3

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hotch x reader beach fic coming soon!

this post will be edited when it is done, and thats where you'll find the story :D

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i love when my 2 worlds collide

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. Aaron Hotchner x Reader <3

Just a quick little idea I had based on a dream last night, and a conversation with @jethro-mcgee-tony. Hope y'all like it!!

*consider this post a manfiestation circle, tickets go on presale for england in 2 days ahhhhh*

Taking Aaron to a concert doesn't go as smoothly as you had hoped...

You had been planning it for months, but Aaron being whisked away on a case just a few days before the concert had your hopes dashed. You had been texting your best friend, trying to convince them to come along with you, and to let you make them an outfit. You had made a t-shirt for Aaron to wear soon after having the ticket confirmation, but you had never dreamed fate would be so cruel as to keep him away from the show. Your friend was being stubborn, saying they didn’t fancy going out, not even for a concert. The idea of wearing a costume was the opposite of their idea of a fun night out and you hung up the phone with a sigh.

Since dating Aaron, you understood the job took priority over almost anything, but you had never dreamed you would have to go to a Taylor Swift concert by yourself. He had promised he would be with you, after seeing how excited you were when he managed to get you tickets. You had been in the queue for hours, so you begged him to watch the laptop for a little so you could shower, and when you got back, he was smiling proudly, credit card on the table, a pair of tickets secured, much better ones than you could’ve afforded on your own card. You had squealed and practically jumped into his arms when you realised that he had got the tickets and made him pinkie promise to be there.

As the hands on the clock inched closer to the time to leave, you sulked while you slid into your sequinned dress and heels. Not even the glitter makeup palette you had bought brought a smile to your face, and the butterfly clips in your hair were too frustrating without Aaron to put them in for you. Just as you were snatching up your clear bag filled with friendship bracelets and paracetamol for the inevitable pain from the heels you would feel by the end of the night, you hear the click of the front door being unlocked.

You turned so quickly you stumbled, and a pair of strong arms reached out and caught you. Aaron was home! As your mind was worrying over his outfit, not wanting to be in an uncomfortable suit all evening, you noticed he was wearing the t-shirt you had made him. You couldn’t hold back your grin as you looked up at him.

“I took the shirt in my go-bag, I couldn’t risk not having it for the concert, didn’t wanna let you down,” he mumbled into your hair as he pulled you into a hug. The soft blue fabric caught a tear that threatened to spill and ruin your makeup, so you sniffed and pulled away so as not to ruin your handiwork.

“C’mon silly, don’t cry! We gotta get on the road, car’s all ready,” Aaron beamed down at you, before noticing your hair missing its adornments you had so carefully selected.

“Couldn’t do it,” you muttered, starting to blubber a little, and he pulled a carefully wrapped gift for you from his back pocket.

“Let’s go princess, you got everything you need now.”

He escorted you to the car, carrying your little bag, secretly sneaking a bracelet for himself. He had seen you making them, and had become enamoured with a little blue and pink bracelet with butterfly charms you had made, spelling out L-O-V-E-R. He tucked it into his pocket and climbed into the driver’s seat.

You opened your little gift when he was parking the car, having spent the rest of the car ride fiddling with grippies and ties to make your curled hair resemble some sort of style. It was half pinned back, with a pair of braids hanging beside your face, making you look a little childish, but deeply cute. It worked perfectly with the glitter and sequins of the rest of your outfit, your cheeks blushing when you saw Aaron admiring you.

You pulled the paper off to reveal a little hair comb designed to look like a tiara, with the word “Princess” across it. It matched your outfit perfectly, the silver and pink plastic jewels glittering like your eyelids, and Aaron gentle slid it into your hair. The semi-updo you had created in the car was the perfect support for the tiara design to stand up perfectly, and he took a second to admire how perfectly the pair of you’s ideas fit together to perfectly.

It was a perfect night. Aaron took over the video camera you had brought swiftly, allowing you to scream and dance to your heart’s content. He was so focused on the camera, making sure it was perfectly focused on Taylor as she danced around the stage, ensuring he would make the night as perfect for you as possible. Your digital scrapbook deserved only the best videos, so he tried extra hard. He was so glad he had made it home to be with you tonight, you looked radiant under the bright lights and the glitter surrounding you turned his princess into an ethereal fairy. He had never really understood your obsession with going to concerts, but now, he would never question it again. Hell, he would take you to every concert you could dream of, just to see you as happy and free as you were in that moment. He had never been so sure of how much he loved you. Best night of his life.

*heehee this is so self indulgent but yeah*

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"Exile." part 2

Tommy woke up in…. His house?! How did he get here? Millions of thoughts were running through the teen’s mind. They were put to a stop when he heard a voice, a familiar one.

“Oh! You’re awake, morning Tommy!” The voice of Tommy’s best friend rang out. He was overcome with instant calm. He’s with Tubbo, it’s all good.

Wait, Tubbo?!

“Tubbo?! H-how did I get here? I thought no one knew where I was?” Tommy ranted, confusion audible in his tone. He was worried. When will Dream figure out that he left…. Did he leave? He didn’t know he was leaving exile, so is it really his fault? He’ll get back to that thought later.

Tommy took a moment to look around to his surroundings, seeing his home just how he left it. home, the home that Ranboo planted alliums in the garden of, the home that Tubbo lost one of his bees in and was panicked all day, the home that he had grown so much in.

“Calm down Tommy, you’re alright. I knew because Dream accidentally sent me the coordinates to where you were a while ago while he was there, I took note. I don’t know how I knew you were in danger though, to be quite honest.” Tubbo said, placing his scarred hand on Tommy’s shoulder for comfort.

The blond’s hands were clammy and shook like there was an earthquake set upon his bones. His breathing unsteady. This wasn’t a normal freak out, this was certainly a panic attack. Tubbo took to action in the only sure-fire way to calm Tommy down, hugging him.

“Tom, Tom, you’re alright. I’m not going anywhere, nothing’s gonna hurt you…” The brunette trailed off, feeling his friend’s breathing go back to normal slowly.

The soothing hums of the short boy calmed the taller until all that was left of his panic was small sniffles and a wet, reddened face.

“T-Tubbo, I’m sorry for th-” The Blond is cut off by his friend, not letting him finish his sentence.

“No, no, you don’t have anything to be sorry for, you were scared. That’s a perfectly normal response for this situation.” The physically scarred man says to his friend, who he was cradling like a mother would to their child after they had a nightmare. “Now come on, let’s get some food in you. Ranboo’s coming over later to see you!” He says, getting up and walking towards the small fridge Tommy had inside of his “home” that honestly was more of a cave, but made out of dirt instead of stone.

“Why is Ranboo coming over? It’s not like we’re friends or anything.” Tommy says, with that same attitude he’s had with Ranboo ever since they met. His blue eyes shone until the topic of Ranboo showed up. He looked at the group, eyes dulling like diamond turning to coal.

“Tom, he was worried! He didn’t know where you were, or if you’d even come back… I know you don’t like him that much, but please, can you just say hi at least. For me, please?” Tubbo inquired, his tone slowly declining in volume and pitch.

“Ok, fine. But only because you asked nicely.” Tommy says, his tone and body language reflect that he’s still not happy with this decision, but his words say otherwise. “Can we get food now? I’m starving!” Tommy asks, pouting for dramatic effect.

“Of course,” The shorter says.

The two boys walk over to the small fridge, grabbing whatever they could find that hadn’t gone bad, as it had been months since Tommy has been in his beloved home. While Tubbo had done a little bit of “shopping” before Tommy came back, he didn't get a lot of things.

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"Exile."

Story start ☆彡

"C'mon Dream! You can't do this to me, I've done everything you asked! I empty out my pockets every day just so that I don’t die!" Tommy crawls back as Dream stalks towards him, large clunky boots making dents in the sand of the beach, sending small amounts of sand flying up and onto the aforementioned boots and some onto Tommy's clothes.

"Oh Tommy, you ought to know I was going to snap eventually right? You should’ve known that one day it was going to get a little bit too much.” Dream hissed out through clenched teeth.

All of the stunts Tommy had pulled, from trying to hide his special belongings from Dream in a hidden chest, trying to get Dream’s own sister to help him, building his annoying cobblestone “towers”, and just being uncooperative, the thing Dream hated most. He could live with The young blond trying to turn his own sister on him, he could handle the stupid towers, he could deal with the hiding of his valuables. But eventually, he snapped. The already unstable man was going to crumble under the stress at some point.

“You should’ve seen this coming Tommy…” As Dream takes his sword out of its carrier, Tommy feels his heart rate heighten. Tommy needs to make a plan, and fast.

‘I’m not dying today, not to him.’ The young boy’s thinking thousands of thoughts, but this is the most prominent. ‘I will not die to him’ Repeats in Tommy’s head over and over again. He’s determined not to die by the cruel hands of dream, or sword rather.

In this moment Tommy wished he had his older brother Wilbur’s quick thinking skills, or Techno’s strength and strategy skills. He needed to think of a plan and execute it, otherwise he wouldn’t live to tell his story. He wishes he had his best friend to help him, but Tubbo isn’t here, so he’ll have to do this on his own.

“If you want to make it out of this alive, I suggest you start running.” Dream was making quick advances towards Tommy, Making him even more nervous. The younger of the two’s heart thumping against his ribcage, it felt like it was going to burst right through his ribs and onto the ground in front of him.

‘Oh I’ll show you running, Dream.’ Tommy thought to himself. Still anxious, but now determined. He was more determined than he had ever been in his 17 years of life, he was going to do this.

Then, he started running, not worried about where he was going to end up. Running away from the beach, running through grass and trees, nearly hitting a few. He ended up finding an old and abandoned cave, perfect. Tommy started walking into said cave. He could’ve sworn he lost Dream, until he heard footsteps. He quickly dug a small hole with his pickaxe and used what smooth stone he had to patch up the hole. Heart racing, breathing fast, his hands shaking. He’s safe.

Dream eventually leaves the cave having given up. Tommy sees this as his escape. He finds the materials to make an invisibility potion with the brewing station he had in his backpack. He made an 8 minute invisibility potion, he wasn’t too far from home.

“Ok, that’s done, time to go.” Tommy whispered to himself, then packed his bag quickly, running out of the small cave he’s been living in for the past 2 days. He was afraid of Dream catching him and of his stuff being missing from his chests when he got back. He couldn’t even guess what Dream would do, nor does he want to.

Tommy got back to his “house” - more like a tent, but it was home to him - and hurriedly put his valuables in the only place Dream couldn’t get them, his beloved ender chest. He quickly grabbed anything he needed, including the polaroid he had of him, Tubbo, and Ranboo. He smiled to himself.

A thud was heard, then it all went black…

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ok first of my writing on here, dont mind if not all plot points match up- i havent watched dmsp vods in a long time

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also yes i did post this on my main @thelexiarchives so, yeah. just found out that secondary blogs are a thing

"Boom."

Story start ☆彡

“You know, nothing lasts forever Phil.” Wilbur stated, devoid of all emotion. Philza knows that deep down there must be some emotion, something causing him to make this decision.

“Wil, you don’t have to do this, sure L’manburg sucks under Schlatt’s rule, but we can find a way to re-elect.” Phil said, trying anything at all to somehow make Wil change his mind. Phil knew that Wil and Tommy had planned to do something about Schlatt being elected president, but he didn’t know that this plan including blowing up the podium Schlatt, his cabinet, and Tubbo happened to be on.

No, Tubbo. He seriously has to stop Wilbur now.

“Wil, you have to think about this, Tubbo is on the podium. Think about how heartbroken Tommy would be if you did this.”

“Well, Tubbo took Schlatt’s side anyways, what difference would it make? He’s a traitor, Phil.” Wilbut says, agitation clear in his tone. taking 2 steps toward the lever that has the ability to destroy a large chunk of L’manburg, if not all of it.

The cool air breezes through their hair, blowing it in their faces and causing leaves to fly everywhere in sight.

As Wilbur edges closer to the button defining their doom, Philza’s heart races quicker, as though it will come ripping through his ribs, out of his skin onto the floor. Panic sets in as Wilbur lunges toward the button, quickly pressing it before he can truly think it through.

“Wil no!”

Before He can even think, Philza grabs hold of his enchanted diamond sword, plunging it through wilburs chest as a final try at stopping him.

A deafening hissing is heard, then, Boom. Philza barely has time to sprint away from the explosion to avoid being engulfed in the fire. He luckily escapes, though some others don’t.

The aftermath of the explosion is an abundance of gunpowder residue filling the lungs of any surviving people and small embers falling to the ground, sizzling out with a small hiss.

Philza slowly makes an attempt to rise from the ground which he’s been thrown onto, his actions finally being realized. He just killed his eldest son, how could he do that? His mind racing a million miles a minute, thought just as hazy as his vision after the explosion.

His first instinct is to go check on his son, being held back before getting the chance. Who was holding him back? His second eldest, Techno, who clearly had tears in his eyes and tried streaks covering his cheeks. “Dadza, he’s gone, we can’t do anything about it now…” He states, voice breaking as he trails off.

He pulls him into a bone crushing embrace, both breaking down entirely. Tears cascade down their cheeks and onto each other's clothing. How could he do this to his own son…