#ay ay ron for the win

[yuly]

this is the sweetest most amazing trope i am obsessed 

mess of mine ⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ aaron hotchner never expected to find an adorable woman when he was out asking around about their unsub. turns out she's all he needs to brighten up his life.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings ⤷ unsub takedown. unsub has a knife. mentions of typical cm violence, killing, and general disdain towards women. rossi calls the reader a bimbo lmao

word count ⤷ 6k words

a/n ⤷ bear with me as i am obsessed with the idea of a bimbo being with aaron in the most adorable way possible 😭 and i dont meant bimbo in a derogatory way! but just someone who isn't book smart ig? the reader in this fic i imagine to be so good with fashion in styling so yeah... i know i didnt do justice with the whole narrowing down the search for an unsub or the way they handled the take down but i have to admit this is just self-indulgent as i want be aaron's brainless girl ❤️ anyway, feedback is appreciated for this! might turn this into a mini series so yeah. happy holidays!

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“Excuse me, may I speak with you?” A deep voice made Y/N turn around from where she was organizing some of the new clothes that had just arrived. Smiling at the dark-haired man who stood in a crisp suit, she looked at his clothes and pouted, “I’m sorry but we don’t usually sell those suits, we do have some pastel ones in any case you’re interested in those instead.”

Hotch followed the direction in which she pointed and was surprised to see a couple of suits that are, to her credit roughly in his size, but instead of the neutral tones he’d go for they were in pastel pink and purple. Shaking his head and biting down a small smile he pulled for his badge and presented it to her, “Thank you for the recommendations but I’m afraid that’s not what I’m here for.”

Upon looking at the badge her eyes failed to focus on how he was part of the FBI and instead chuckled when she noticed his name, “Heh, Ay-ay-ron.” Her mispronunciation of his name caused his eyebrows to furrow as he gently corrected her, “Aaron, ma’am. Not Ay-ay-ron, I’m afraid.” Her little bubble popped when she looked into his eyes, mesmerized by the deep brown orbs she shook her head and clarified, “Oh I knew that, that was just from the Peele & Key skit. Never knew anyone named Aaron so couldn’t tease anyone by it.”

“Right,” came Hotch’s sharp reply, worried that their possible lead might be a bust due to the witness presenting signs of being dopey due to addiction. “Is there a back office where I can speak to you in private?” She pointed towards a door that had a curtain in front of it, “We can go there, we never let anyone in there because that’s where our safe and transaction lusts are!”

As pleased as he was to hear that they keep a record of their transactions, he was becoming more and more alarmed at how easily she was giving away confidential business information. Inside the small room that he concluded acted as their little breakroom with the microwave placed on top of a small fridge, it also served as their surveillance room and like she said, a safe was placed there. He motioned for her to grab a seat and pulled the folder he brought with him. “The reason I’m here today is we were hoping you could point us in the direction of one of your customers.”

Looking up from the files, he was surprised to see that she was looking at him with a giddy smile, “What do you wanna know, Aaron?” Her bliss-like innocence made him think about if he was really going to taint her by telling her the horrors that brought them to this store; but it was quickly shrugged off when he remembered that there was a possibility that she was on some sort of drugs. “There has been a man who may have purchased clothes through your boutique as they have been using the clothes they purchased to redress their victims.”

“How’d you know they bought it from here?” She wondered out loud to which he replied, “We found one of the boutique’s plastic bags near the crime scene. Would you happen to have a log of your transactions?” Deciding against showing her the photos, he simply joined his hands atop the folder and looked at her. She nodded and turned to the computer table where there was a laptop, she placed it in the middle of the table, “Phoebe has me recording customers’ names, what they bought, and how they paid. Just ‘cause last time I had a mom angry with me just because their child bought a top that, like, showed too much cleavage.”

Taking it as she had given him permission to browse through their transactions, Hotch nodded, “And Phoebe is your manager, I’m assuming?” She nodded with a cute smile on her face, “She’s so nice. Real patient with me when I was training. Even taught me tricks on how I can close faster.”

As much as he wanted to direct his full attention to her, he was only able to focus on some parts of it as he was more focused on finding the masterlist of their transactions. Just as he clicked on the file he was greeted with the pop up that was asking him for a password which caused him to look up at her, “It’s asking for a password, would you happen to know what it is?”

For all the times he witnessed someone shake their head, he hated how adorable she looked when she did so with a little pout which made her glossed up lips even more tempting, “Only Phoebe knows it. She changes the password every month and I can’t keep up!” She leaned forward with her manicured nails resting on the top of the table, “One time she mixed in some capital and small letters with some numbers. It was very confusing.”

“I can see why that would be,” Aaron sympathized with her as a small smile broke out of his lipa; normally he’d be irritated with this kind of behavior but there is something endearing about her that made him think otherwise, “Would you mind if I have our technical analyst take a look into it?”

“But how? I don’t know the password and Phoebe didn’t leave a note anywhere!” She was clearly distressed about the whole thing, Hotch could also see the faint traces of frustration at not being able to help further in the investigation. His hand moved as if they had a mind of their own and held onto her smaller one, brushing the back of hers gently, “Well our analyst is like a magician, okay, sweetheart?”

Hypnotized by his caramel eyes and the comfort his touch radiated, she nodded and visibly relaxed, “In the meantime, there is something else you can help me out with, if you’re up for it.” Taking her nod as her consent he then untangled his hand with hers, he tried not to let her disappointed whimper affect him, as he opened the case file and landed on the page where they have already a profile of the unsub, “The man we’re looking for goes here often, he spends a long time looking through the clothes because he’s always looking for a particular detail or design. Whenever you speak to him, he appears nervous or shy, but he has enough charm to have you fooled that he won’t harm you at all.”

Hotch was silently cursing at himself for allowing himself to be distracted at the sight of her glossed up lips pursed as she thought hard about a customer who fit his description; looking at him in an exasperated manner as she pouts at him, clearly frustrated, “I’m sorry, but I can’t focus much right now. I could not even help you out with the password.” He grabbed for her hand once more and stroked the back of it gently, “Don’t be too harsh on yourself, pretty girl,” Instead of expressing surprise like he anticipated she would upon being called the nickname, she seems to be pleased and melts because of it, “Why don’t you close your eyes and take a deep breath,” Following his instructions, she nodded as she closed her eyes and let out a sigh while her hand clutched into his tightly, “Now, go back to a day where he comes in. What do you usually do when the boutique isn’t busy?”

“I like to rearrange the clothes — sometimes I group them by type of clothing, then by color.”

Pleased that she was now calmer which effectively made her able to recall when and how she interacted with the unsub, “That’s good. Now, he walks into the boutique. He sees you rearranging the racks. Does he talk to you right away or go browning?”

“I hear shuffling of the hangers first but I don’t turn yet because I was trying to get rid of the lint in one of the clothes,” She smiles, pleased that she’s being a bit more helpful right now. “Good,” His voice wasn’t the only one soothing her as he was rubbing her knuckles too, “What did he do that drew your attention away from what you were doing?”

“He threw some clothes on the floor, he wasn’t happy with the choices that we had that day.”

“What else did he say or do?” Hotch could see that she was working hard to think back to it, as if the frown lines that were appearing on her forehead wasn’t a clear indicator of it, “He yelled, saying what happened to this store and why did it suddenly turn into a dump. Just because we didn’t have any more available items of what he usually likes.”

She was pouting once more which made his heart flutter once more but the rational part of his brain took over as he inquired, “Were you able to get a good look at his face? Can you make out what he looks like?”

Pursing her lips as she thought about it, she looked at their hands that were still holding onto each other as she spoke, “I did see him, he picked up the clothes and apologies. Said that he just had a bad day at work.”

Hotch smiled and continued to guide her through this interview by saying, “That’s good, now do you see what he looks like, sweetheart?”

“He had very little hair, you know, like a buzz cut. Couldn’t pull it off though,” She giggled as she remembered how uneven the cut looked, “He also had this scar by his cheek,” Using her hand that wasn’t held down, she trailed the tip of her finger to her cheek from her cheekbone down near the side of her lips, “He was taller than me too!” Her excitement of remembering something completely died down when she took a good look at the unit chief in front of her — which worried him slightly but he wouldn’t admit that.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked to which she answered right away, “He was taller than me, but he’s not as tall as you. How tall are you, by the way?”

“6’2. Is there anything else you remember from when you guys spoke?” Aaron felt flustered once more upon her taking interest in him but was able to school his features to not give that surprise away. But his resolve was once again almost crumbling down as she tapped her fingers against his knuckles as she thought hard about her interactions with the unsub, “He returned an item once. Said that when he came up he only noticed a stain there. Phoebe told me to not accept attains that have stains or any dirt in them, we always throw the clothes in the wash, you know? But there was this whole queue behind him that I just accepted the return even though I wasn’t supposed to!”

Her whine just added to the long list of what made her even more precious in his opinion as he nodded, “Do you remember where you placed this clothing? Would you mind if I took a look at it?”

Nodding she stood up and led him out of the little break room that they were in walked through the shop’s main floor — and what took the tenured profiler aback was how she did not let go of his hand, which definitely caught sight of Rossi wo was in the middle of a phone call with Garcia when he shot a smirk at the two. When a door opened to reveal another room with a washing and drying machine, and a small sink. “This is where we clean and prepare the clothes before we display them outside.”

Removing her hand from where it was engulfed in his larger one, she rifled and was looking through the four laundry baskets that were in there. Spotting the blouse he returned, she was about to pick out the blouse when he stopped her gently by pulling her arm, “Let me go through them, please.”

She nods and steps aside as she watches him put on some gloves before rifling through the baskets, “Why wouldn’t you let me help you look for it?” Hotch paused briefly and looked back at her, seeing how there was a somber look on her face as she wondered that. “You mentioned that there was dirt on the item he returned, yes?”

Nodding her head she hummed her agreement while he pointed at her hands, “Well I don’t want your pretty hands catching onto the dirt, not when your nails look good.” Complimenting a girl felt foreign to him as he hadn’t done so in a while, but it didn’t feel creepy at all. He felt vindicated when she smiled brightly and displayed one of her hands, “Thanks for noticing! I just got the shellac color done yesterday. I did a purple color last month and decided to go back to my favorite color, pink!”

Her giggles helped ease the dread he felt at the pit of his stomach upon finding the blouse that was definitely returned by their unsub. The stain she was referring to looked like blood and soil. Reaching for his back pocket, he reached for the evidence bag he carried with him in case they were to find any pieces of evidence that were hopefully going to be useful in their investigation.

“This is the blouse he returned, yeah?” He asked her, showing the stained article now in the bag. She nodded her head, “That is the one. Do you want me to clean it off before you go?”

Smiling at her well-meaning attitude he shook his head before disposing of the gloves he wore in the trash bin that was nearby. “It’s all good, sweetheart. Don’t worry your pretty little self about it, alright? I’m gonna have to take this as evidence, can you let Phoebe know that?”

She nodded her head with a smile, “I’m sure she’ll understand. She’s nice like that, she won’t take it off my paycheck.” Gleaming at his earlier compliment she then smiled and opened the door for them to exit the tiny room. “Will I see you again?” Her voice sounded small and a bit disappointed, but he tried not to show he was feeling the same as he reached for his coat pocket and handed her his calling card. “Under these circumstances? I hope not.”

Tilting her head as she accepted the card and wondered what he meant, she had a small pout that looked very much like she wanted to be kissed. Instead, he clarified for her, “What I meant is you should call me the next time you see the buzzcut man, okay?”

“Oh! I can do that!” She cheere happily before continuing on, “Gonna call you and let you know that he’s trouble and he’s here!”

“Maybe don’t say that directly,” He warned her as he rubbed her forearms reassuringly, “Instead use a code. When you call me, tell me how you’d love for the food delivery to come right now. That way, he won't think that the FBI will be looking for him.”

Gasping at how well-thought his plan was, she giggled and jokingly gave him a pat on his shoulder as if to congratulate him, “That was so good, Aaron! You’re smart and handsome!” He wanted to prolong their conversation for as long as they could but of course the odds were against them when Rossi walked over to where they were standing over as he informed his former mentee, “Sorry to interrupt, but we got a hit and they need us back at the precinct.”

Nodding his head back to his mentor, Hotch then shot one last smile to her before offering his hand for a shake. “Thanks so much for your help, sweetheart. Keep in touch, okay?” Shaking his hand with a bright smile she nodded, “I like it when you call me sweetheart, but that’s not really my name, you know? It’s Y/N.”

“See you around then, Y/N.”

With that, the two sadly let go of the other’s hand and went back to normal, back to the reality that they had to work. As he exited the store and went ahead to maneuver the car back to the precinct, he could feel Rossi’s teasing grin at him. “What?”

“Sweetheart, huh?” Came Rossi’s reply which led Aaron to be defensive about it, “She was a bit unsettled at first. I was just trying to calm her down.” The Italian man just raised his eyebrows, getting even more suspicious if anything, “Sure, that’s all that was. Wasn’t like you found her attractive at all.”

“She is attractive, but I could also see that she was way too delicate for the horrors that we usually face,” Hoping that was enough to persuade the senior profiler that there wasn't any budding affection on his part. “All I’m saying is she is a gorgeous woman, but even you have to admit that she doesn’t seem all too smart though. She’s what would be commonly referred to as a bimbo.”

Thankful that they had arrived back in the police station so he would not have to hear what sounded like judgemental comments, Aaron slammed the driver’s door a little too hard before defending her, “How is that bad? Save your unhelpful judgements, Dave.”

Back at the station, once he had given the blouse to the precinct’s forensic team to be analyzed, the rest of the team had been brainstorming on their possible suspect pool. It didn’t take less than an hour for forensics to get back to them with a hit.

“Garcia, will you please give us the rundown on John Wesley please?” Spencer requested as soon as he phoned their technical analyst. “Born and raised in Fairfax, Virginia. Well, really raised by a single mom who did not register who the father to her baby was. He has a record for trespassing and peeping when he was only twelve, yikes. Said that since his mom had to work two, almost three jobs to support herself and him he had to be left alone in their apartment complex where sometimes peeped into the unit next door, turns out the not so good example neighbor would bring home prostitutes and saw how rough he was with them.”

“That would explain why there were bruises on the women, he must have thought that beating them up is some sick way of showing affection,” JJ deduced as Penelope unsealed court records and found out more about John. “Seems like John saw like a counselor or a therapist and he admitted that he liked the idea of women being dolled up after a rough session.”

“Seeing the prostitutes go about the rest of their day after a paid session must have left that impression on him. And he didn’t really fully comprehend how that set up works,” Reid thought out loud, to which everyone agreed.

“What’s his education, personal and work life like Garcia?” Rossi wondered.

“Well education, not so much finished high school but without any recognition you know? Took a couple of classes at the local community college but didn’t really graduate from it. Personal, still legally single by the looks of it. Work life? Oh, would you look at that.”

“Why? What is it, Garcia?” Derek was the one who snapped Garcia out of her shock. “Well it turns out he works at one of those mannequin factories. And it seems like he’s been getting reprimanded by his superior because he liked putting marks on them that looked similar to bruises. And for a while it seems like he also took some home or if not, he brought some clothes to work to dress them up.”

“That’s more than enough, did he go to work today Garcia?” Blake wondered. “He should be there, his boss had him scheduled for today until 6pm,” They all looked at the time and saw that it was 30 minutes before his shift ended. “He clocked in but has yet to clock out by the looks of it.”

“Garcia, we’re gonna need his work and home address, please.” Rossi said to which the peppy analyst declared “Done and done, stay safe crime fighters.”

“Blake, you and Reid head over to his workplace to see if he’s still there; if not, gather as much information as you can about him and how he treats the mannequins, maybe that will give us a clear COD. Morgan, you and JJ head over to the house, see if he’s holding another woman there. As soon as you see him, apprehend him. Dave and I will stay here in case there’s any further development, call for backup if needed.”

With that, the team dispersed into their assignments; Rossi slid over a cup of coffee Hotch’s way who was now engrossed as he was reading over Wesley’s file. “You know I didn’t mean anything bad with what I said earlier, right?”

That caught his attention as he looked up from the tablet and squinted a little, “Pardon me?” Rossi only chuckled as he sat down across from the unit chief before clarifying, “I knew what you meant when you mentioned that your sweetheart,” Hotch rolled his eyes at that but didn’t really feel any distaste towards him or his words, “Was a little softer than the ones we usually interact with. But I do see why you would be attracted to her — she’s kind, thoughtful, and can literally and figuratively bring color to your life.” Aaron knew that he was pertaining to how colorful her entire outfit and personality was and had to bite down a chuckle as he instead redirected his focus to the tablet, “You got all that from a few seconds of interaction?”

“What can I say? I’m a good profiler,” Now the two laughed at his little joke but did know that it was indeed the truth. “She’d be good for you, Aaron. She lives nearby so there’s no reason for you to not pursue her.”

“How about the fact that she’s younger than I am?” He remarked a bit morosefully to which he was surprised that Rossi only scoffed at, “So? It’s not like she’s underage or anything. She’d be providing you with her consent so there’s really no reason for you to feel guilt or anything like that.”

Opening his mouth to offer another rebuttal he paused mid-thought when he was suddenly hit with a realization, “Wait, why does it seem like you’re certain of her age?”

This time Rossi showed him Y/N’s file that Garcia had sent over to his phone, “Had Penelope do a background check on the employees of the boutique earlier. And let’s just say she has a squeaky clean record and is definitely of age.”

Aaron could not believe how hard Dave was so persistent with the whole thing; but when it all boils down, he’d rather have a supportive friend than one who discourages him to go out there and date. “Well I’ll leave it up to fate if I should make a move; besides I don’t even have her phone number.”

Just as he was about to be yelled at by his mentor, Hotch’s phone rang and on cue, he answered it despite the number unlisted to his contacts he answered it and greeted them by saying, “Hotchner.”

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“And I got that good girl faith in that tight little skirt,” Just as she was about to sing the next line, the bell above the door rang, signaling that someone just walked in, “Welcome to Beauty Boutique! Can I help you with anything?” The cheerfulness in her voice died down upon seeing who the man was. She gulped down her nervousness, hoping that the buzzcut man would notice her feelings of unease.

“Just browsing through; thanks though, sweetheart.” An invisible shiver went down her spine; I liked it more when Aaron called me that. Heh, Ay-ay-ron, she thought to herself. But that also reminded her that she was to call him if he ever showed up. Dialing his number on her phone, she bit the skin of her fingertips anxiously as she waited for him to answer.

“Hotchner,” Came his gruff greeting. She giggled for a little before plastering a serious face on before finding the words, “Hi, I’d like the food to be delivered, please.”

On the other end of the phone, Aaron could feel the dread in him knowing that Y/N was within arm’s reach of a dangerous killer. “Alright, we’re coming Y/N. Stay calm and don’t let him see panic in your face okay, sweetheart?” He looked at Dave and nodded towards the precinct’s doors; the man nodded and headed out to let the cops and the rest of the team know that they knew about Wesley’s whereabouts.

She nodded her head against the phone as she secretly watched the unsub’s movements — who was currently busying himself in the dress section of their store — before asking, “How long until the food gets here? I don’t want it to be too cold, you know?”

Chuckling against the phone as he watched how Dave drove with urgency he assured here, “We’ll be there in less than ten minutes. Y/N, do you remember if the back door is unlocked?”

“The back door? It’s unlocked but a bit heavy for me to open, it’ll be better if you come up to the store’s front for the food,” She answered as she recalled how much she hated throwing out the garbage during closing time as it was like lifting a whole tree when she opened the back door.

“Okay good, another thing — if you can try to keep the unsub, or the buzzcut guy, within the store that’d be great. If not, make sure to keep note of which direction he goes into, alright?”

“I’m not sure I can try your spicy specialty. But I’ll give it a try. How long til it gets here again?” She asked nervously, she had eye contact with the unsub and she didn’t like the smile he shot her.

“Almost there, sweetheart. I promise,” Aaron said as he hung up the phone call when he noticed that they were a block away and had to park their vehicle. As they stepped outside he gave instructions to uniform officers to take the back entrance and that it could be a little heavy when they try to open it but it is unlocked for their convenience. “I take it back, Aaron,” Dave spoke as he and Aaron cautiously made their way to the front entrance, “Your girl’s a lot smarter than I gave her credit for.”

“Not my girl,” He said, but Hotch did admit that it sounded nice to refer to her as that.

✪ “Got some food delivered here?” Came the unsub’s question as he brought some items to the till. She nodded as she began ringing up the items. “I did, it’s lunchtime,” She tried to convince him and by the looks of it, he bought it, “Did you enjoy your shopping experience today?”

“Sure did,” he pointed to the clothes, “Found great deals on these great clothes,” Shooting her a wink that didn’t do anything to make her feel attracted to him he tried flirting by saying, “Even had a pretty view when I did so.”

An awkward laugh was all that she could give him before placing all of the items in a bag before telling him, “Your total for today is $29.54, how would you like to pay for that today?”

Reaching for his back pocket, he grabbed for his wallet before answering, “On cash, beautiful.” She just smiled as he handed her a fifty dollar bill. Opening her till she had her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he counted his change but was stopped when he held her hands. Her audible gasp just caused him to smirk even more as he said, “Say, why don’t you keep the change, and in return you can just let me take you out on a date hm? That sounds like a fair trade to me.”

“I can’t do that, my boyfriend wouldn’t like it if I went with someone who wasn’t him,” Came her reply. The man rolled his eyes as he held a tighter grip on her hand causing her to yelp out in pain, “Cut the bullshit. I’ve been here a lot of time to know for a fact that a dumb bimbo like you doesn’t have a boyfriend. So when I say we’re going out, we’re going out.”

“James Wesley, this is the FBI; let go of the woman and put your hands up in the air.”

Tears pooled in her eyes upon seeing that Aaron was in the store; this time he ditched his suit jacket and instead had a bulletproof vest. Instead of following his orders he held onto her wrist more and jumped over the counter, pressing his front to her back as he grabbed a blade from his back pocket and pressed it against her throat, “One step close and I’ll slit her throat.”

Unable to hold back her whimpers, Y/N was now crying as she felt the cold touch of the blade against her skin. “Aaron, please,” Her broken cry broke Hotch’s heart, but he knew he had to be smart; she was at the hands of a sadistic man who took pleasure in beating the crap out of women.

From behind her, James scoffed, “Don’t tell me he is the boyfriend you were lying about. Didn’t think you could land a man like him.”

“You don’t have to hurt her, James. She didn’t hurt you, she didn’t give you the false promise of love, right?” Dave negotiated, on the drive over they were given new intel about how he was hurt by his fiancee when she left him for someone who was abusive to her. Thinking that he had to inflict pain on women in order for them to love and stay loyal to him — that coupled with his distorted view of the prostitutes view rough sex — set him on the course of killing and beating up women then dressing them up, much like how the prostitutes went about their night.

“Hurting women doesn’t make them stay, James. Treating and treasuring them right is how you get them to stay,” Hotch added, which didn’t sit well with the unsub as he shook his head, his hold on Y/N getting loose as he didn’t press on the knife to her anymore. “Yeah? Is that how you get this skank?”

“Don’t you dare call her that,” Came Hotch’s cold reply but he was quick to think of a way to get Y/N out of the situation safely. He made eye contact with the uniformed officer that snuck around the back — which for some reason John didn’t notice, but they weren’t complaining about that — he looked at John's shoulder then to the officer's gun. “Shoot in the shoulder?” Mouthed Officer Harrison, to which Hotch mouthed back “Wait.”

“If anything I’m surprised you’re able to hold onto a woman,” Hotch goaded him, but not too much John would take it out on Y/N. “By the looks of it you can’t even hold onto her right.”

As John looked to see his hands he shouted, “Now!” As planned, Officer Harrison shot John’s shoulder while Rossi shot his elbow, causing him to release his grip on Y/N — who immediately ran into Aaron. Face wet with tears buried in his chest as Aaron pressed loving rubs on her back.

“I was so scared, Aaron. Tried not to panic like you said but he had a knife,” She recalled with so much fear in her voice. He soothed her by rubbing her back keeping her eyes focused on him and not on John who was now being assisted by Rossi and Harrison out of the store and into the cop car. “I know, sweetheart. And you did so well, I saw you talking to him and trying to not let him get away. Wasn’t your fault okay?”

Wiping her tears with his thumbs he tried to console her, “He’s a bad guy, no matter how good you treated him he would have been mean to you. But you best believe I would not let that happen.” She felt something warm — whether it were his hands that settled on her cheeks once he was done wiping away her tears or the way he didn’t stop until the unsub was away from her — but she realized she loved how safe and secure he made her feel was what made her feel warm.

“Thank you for saving me, Aaron. You’re the best, you know?” Now it was his turn to be flustered as he chuckled and shook his head, “Was just doing my job, sweetheart. Couldn’t let you have any more dirt in your clothes and hands.”

That elicited a giggle from her, and he was happy to see that she wasn’t now in tears and distressed by earlier events. “If you need someone to talk to, after how bad today was, you can always give me a call, okay?”

“And if I just wanted to talk to you? Or maybe go out with you for a date?” It was adorable to see her ask him, looking smaller than him and so nervous. He nodded and rubbed her cheeks lovingly, “I’d love that, sweetheart. I’d kiss your cute nose but unfortunately I’m still on the job.”

Nodding in understanding, she then smiled, “Don’t be a stranger and shoot me a text okay? Oh! That reminds me,” She stepped out within his reach and grabbed the pastel pink suit that she pointed to earlier and gave it to him, “Please take this! One of the things I’d love to see is you in this. I just know you can pull it off!”

Looking down at the clothing article, he shook his head as he laughed a little at how insistent she was being, “Sweetheart, I like how you have faith in me but I don’t think this will suit me really well.”

“Please? For me, Aaron?” She looked up at him with a pout and knew right then and there Hotch had found his kryptonite. So, with a sigh, he nodded and smiled, “Alright, but you’re gonna have to give me a hand on how to dress up with this suit okay?” Smiling so wide she gave him a hug and hummed, “Yes, yes! Thank you, Aaron!”

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re needed back,” Rossi came and with that the two ended their hug. Y/N smiled at him as she held up her hand and grabbed a scarf and gave it to Rossi. “A little something as a thank you for saving me, Mr.”

“Rossi,” He provided, “Y/N, right?” Rossi offered his hand for a shake to which she accepted and confirmed that it was indeed her name. “Good eye, this will go well with this jacket.”

“Italian suit, right? That scarf’s material shouldn’t rub on it the wrong way.” At her input Rossi smiled at her then at Aaron, “Good catch,” Before bidding adieu to her, “See you around, Y/N.”

She looked at Aaron as if to ask what he meant with his remark but was instead interrupted when Aaron smiled at her and lifted her hand up and kissed her knuckles, “I’ll call you later, sweetheart. Take care for now.”

Feeling bold, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed the tip of his nose, “Thank you, Aaron, for keeping me safe. I’ll be thinking of you.” And he knew that as he walked out of the store and rode back with Rossi to the station, his thoughts would be clouded by her as well. And for the first time in a while, he was glad to have this kind of distraction. She might have been a bit of a mess, but from here on out she was his mess.

[redheadspark]

Hi! May I have Oliver Wood with #10, please?

A/N - Awww I love this! Thanks for the request, anon!

Repeat

Summary - Oliver hears something that makes him stop in his tracks

Warnings - Just fluff

“Alright, we need to talk about the Holidays coming up!”

“Do we?”

“Yes!  Especially since your mum is expecting me to come to dinner at least once!”

Oliver rolled his eyes and placed his playbook down in his lap, seeing you perched in the armchair across from him while the Gryffindor Common Room fireplace was crackling with a roaring fire.  Thankfully, it was just the two of you, since the rest of Gryffindor House was either out and about or winding down for the night.  The first signs snowfall was coming through Hogwarts Valley with the first snowfall hitting the castle that evening and chilling temperature.  Thankfully, with the magic that was all over Hogwarts, every room was toasty warm with barely any breeze coming through the corridors or in the class rooms.

The Christmas Holidays were coming around the corner, most of the students were planning on getting on the Hogwarts Express to head home for the two week holiday.  You and Oliver included, the pair of you planning on visiting each other’s homes since your families knew one another for years.  It was also nice that you both lived very close to one another, 3 miles from each other’s homes in a small muggle community.  It was almost a running gag when you two were kids that you both would end up together as a couple, to which both yourself and Oliver denied it and claimed to be friends.

You ended up being together since your 3rd year, to the delight of both sets of parents.

Now in your 7th year, yourself and Oliver wished to enjoy your last year of Hogwarts together as much as you could before the real world would come into play.  It was nice that you both had some plans lined up and what you wished to do as careers, Oliver having plenty of money saved up from chores in the summer to get the pair of you a small little apartment.  You too had some money, and the apartment he found was close to his aunt in case the pair of you needed anything.  

But for now, you were enjoying the holiday season as it was coming around the corner.  You had another week at Hogwarts before going on the train back home, and you wished to hammer out some of the details with Oliver.  Yet true to his fashion, he was pushing it off to the last minute. Of course he had other things to work on, including The Gryffindor Team that was on the path to winning against Slytherin.  

“My mum wants you to come over Christmas Eve, and I know your mum wants me over Christmas night, right?” You asked him as watched up read the last bit of your paragraph of your book.

“Aye, but I do need to warn ya, my mum is invitin’ a few of my Aunts and Uncles to dinner and they’re gonna want in interrogate ya,” Oliver explained as he tossed his playbook on the coffee table in front of him. You giggled, looking up from the book over at him and seeing him watch you with his big grin.

“Should I be worried?” You asked coyly.

“Eh. They’re a bit harmless for the most part.  But I can’t make any promises if the photos of me as a baby come out though,” Oliver explained as you giggled, “My Aunts loved takin’ pictures of me all the time since I was the first nephew for them to torture,”

“They sound lovely,” You commented, stretching your arms over your head to get some feeling back in your arms from sitting in the chair for too long, “Then you know my Dad and how he’ll steer you into a corner and chat about Quidditch for hours on end,”

“I don’t mind talking to your Da about quidditch, you know that,” He reasoned as he ruffled his own hair, “Although his favorite team is to be debated still.”

“You are still peeved that he doesn’t prefer Puddlemure United?” You asked as a joke, Oliver glaring at you though it was playful.

“Chudley Cannons are not as competitive as they used to be!” He reasoned, you rolling your eyes.

“Don’t tell Ron Weasley that,” you grumbled, Oliver laughing from the mention of the Weasley that loved and craved the sport, “Still, I’ll have a word with my Dad in how he talks to the love of my life and try not to have another argument like last year,”

Oliver paused as you were looking at the cover of your book, you not realizing what you just said but Oliver hearing every single word of it.  Only the sound of the cracking fire was heard and the soft wind outside the windows that blew the snow sideways, but Oliver was opening and closing his mouth like a fish like you were still too occupied with your book.

“Can you please repeat that?” He asked, you looking up at him with a raised brow as he faced you from his spot on the couch.

“Repeat what?” You asked, seeing a massive smile on his face. It was then that you realized what was said and you blushed madly, looking down at your book again and trying to avoid his face.

“Oh no, go on and repeat it!” He replied, you shaking your head sheepishly.  He then got up from the couch and glided over to you, crowding you in the chair and peppering your face with kisses.  You sweated, trying to squirm away and avoid his lips but he was far too quick thanks to his quidditch reflects.  You loved  this side of Oliver, the side with his walls down and nothing stressing him out.  Not thinking of quidditch, not thinking about class work, just being there with you and enjoying your time together.

“Come on, say it!” He teased as he tickled your sides and kissed all over your face. You laughed os hard you had tears in your eyes as you finally shoved him a bit to have him lean back. You cupped his fae and kissed him, feeling him melt against you as he was kneeling in front of the couch and keep you trapped in the furniture.  But this time it was soft, the laughter under your skin as you grinned against his lips with another kiss.

You finally pulled away after a solid minute of you two kissing and you peered in his bright brown eyes that looked a pinch lighter with joy, “I love you.  Okay?”

“Good thing I feel the same way too, darlin’.” He replied, leaning in to kiss you once more.

A week later, on the train ride home for the holidays, you two would be snuggled in your own compartment and looking forward to having Christmas together.

The End.

November Prompt Session

[ronmanmob]

How Many Shots Would It Take You to sleep with Lieutenant Riley?

How Many Shots Meme

There were a couple'a things about Ron's situation that saved Pat Connolly's life when he asked - half way to having a skin full and only when most everyone else round the room had been subjected to their motley crew's version of Would You Rather - how much Ron would have to drink to go bed with their own Leftenant Riley. Their setting was one of 'em. The lads - Ron, Pat, Riley and Sam - had come upon a gem of a live jazz-come-swing performance and were ensconced front row round a table. The air may as well have simmered with the band's bassy rasp and Ron, about as carried away by it as the music man among 'em, just didn't have the pointed focus to level Pat with anything like the daggers he would've outside such congenial climes. That said music man had his arm round the back of Ron's chair helped matters too, and that was before even a glance was given to the publican's ABV.

So Pat asked.

And he did not die.

The question caught Ron jiving, a riff rolling up his spine like fingertips; making him shudder pleasurably the way only absolutely killer music could. It knocked a laugh free, pinned his attention on his mate across the table for a heavy second before the moment broke, the tension broke and he was all easy animation and affable charm.

"---Righ'...lissen" Ron said, whiskey's purr cut through his voice as he leant a hint left and confided more to Riley than to Pat - much as the latter could still hear him. "Lissen, I'm anyb'dy's aftah a couple'a Long Island Iced Teas, yeah? So if i's in y'want luv, tha's th'ticket." A rattle of laughter, low and smoky for all he was wanting for a fag like nothing else right this second, came up when he paused a half second. Then, straightening a bit to include Pat and Sam in his opinion-giving, Ron added,

"Fink th'fairer question's 'ow much this'n 'ere-", he nodded to Riley, "w'd need t'drink t'wanna take ME t'bed." Another beat of laughter bought a lopsided smirk up on his lips. "Bettin' is I'd be able t'light 'is sweat on fire b'fore then, so le's not giv 'im no ideas, aye Pat?"

His soused bodyguard and long-time pal threw his head back laughing at that notion, and Ron watched him - his smirk still lingering on his lips for all it'd started to dim. Ron didn't look round at Riley to see if he was laughing too. He let the music carry him off again instead; got caught up in the sound of it all and put Pat's joking bullshit out of mind. It was only when he settled back in his seat again that he clocked Riley'd not moved his arm away; that he'd not moved away at all for that matter. And that, more than most else, was what saved Pat Connolly's life.

Ron had warned him more than once about shit-mouthing in the direction of Him And Riley. Man knew what he was risking - knew Ron would find him if his fuckery cost him a friendship. He'd gambled this evening, at least to Ron's mind. And he'd won. But the house was never far off from looting back its take'a winnings, so they'd have a chat - Ron and Pat - come the morn.

@tarnishedhalo

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Remember my ask about HP X TWST where the Golden Trio go to NRC when they're children?

Yeah! I love what you comes up with. Imagine them getting their Hogwarts letters when they're eleven (assuming they got to TWST years before their own canon time), and then they got to Hogwarts since well, it is their world and this school should be able to teach them how to control their own magic, since NRC can't do it what with their magic being way different.

But because of their journeys at NRC, they become way different than them in canon HP. What if this new trio still go to Griffindor, but they're not one to discriminate towards other houses? They will think believing ones personality based solely on their house is bullshit. Even if back at NRC they do that, but never to the same degree as those at Hogwarts.

They also way smarter at Potions and think Professor Snape to be incompetent because they already got Crewel who is really got ay his job.

Oh! Imagine book 4 when Harry got his name picked from the Goblet! Imagine everyone's reactions back at TWST when they found out! Imagine Umbridge! Riddle is quite attached to these children, he will absolutely HATE it if he heard what the Ministry tried to do to Harry.

*pulls out math notebook*

Ok ok... Let's settle up sum time-line first. :3

My personal pick for an age where they were younger would be 8. And now hear me out on why.

We can go to them being Isekai at 8, way before any of the 3rd years get enrolled. Only Leona is there as he repeats a year on and on. So out of all of them, Leona remains constant.

The trio is faced with the Ramshackle situation, with the different dorms, the magic system and so on. They even come to meet big bros Trappola and Zigvolt, who'd be 2nd years at that time.

The most these 3 would do is help around with simple chores or do some nice lil activity paper that Trein gives them, help Crewel with sewing, hang around at Sam's. Vargas is mostly running the kids dry with all the sports so he's your go-to man when it comes to tiring up the 8 years old.

On their 2nd year in NRC, come our first important batch of 1st years. Ofc, Ron is absolutely curious about Ortho, since he, as a wizarding world native, never saw such advanced tech. Neither did Hermione and Harry, but Ron still was all over the place with awe when it came to tech. Many hyped him up to pick up engeneering(?). And Ortho, rightfully was happy for someone showing so much interest in him and his big brother's works.

You also have Malleus, who gives the kids bedtime stories in the form of gargoyle infodumps. Hermione actually joins the gargoyle club since actually Malleus had some pretty cool facts and stuff about architecture. Ya know, a nice lil side study.

Harry would get along with Trey and Cater. They have that home-y feeling. And Trey makes some awesome sweets on top of it.

Next year, we get sum radical changes.

We get Riddle and Azul, who quickly secure their Dormhead positions. We get Kalim and Scarabia having a renovation overnight, we get Vil as a new Dormhead, Malleus's 2nd year in magishift wins and a whole load of other insignificant shenanigans.

This time around, we have our golden trio wanting to befriend Riddle at first, since he was the new Dormhead, therefore it was bound to get informed about the residents 10 years old on campus. Surely Riddle sees them as young kids, so he's a bit more lenient on them. Hence why he's also growing more lenient on other things too. He would probably bond with Harry over their shared family situation, although the Dursleys were a bit more harsh out of seemingly no known motive.

And also Vil pretty much likes to pamper them up and just affirm that they are pretty lil kiddos. Sure, some things were harshly made clear like posture and how you should always comb your hair before going out. But Vil is chill most of the time.

Azul however? He's a lil sneaky shit. Of course, he sees the 3 as no good for bringing him profit. But he is generous with them and offers them sometimes a free meal on the house part. One time Ron came to him asking for some dessert with some crampled madols he gathered over the time. Azul didn't have the heart to take the money and the twins teased him relentlessly how he went soft for sum kids. The twins were considered scary, so for those, Azul ended up shoving them in a pot as a payment for their relentless teasing. :'3

Silver is basically forced naptime. They are big kids, but still even some older NRC Students get dragged in this comune naptime. :'3

Kalim is fun! He's a ray of sunshine! Jamil not so. Jamil is that responsible figure that everyone feels like they absolutely shouldn't listen to. No. Listen to the snake man. Snake man doesn't want any of you to end up in an early casket.

Ruggie is Leona's helper, so he sometimes brings the kids to Leona, not knowing better. Leona tolerates the 3, but hey... Leona's the only constant student in here. So it is hard to not get attached to him at least a tiny bit. :'3

Then, you finally have the year we're everything goes down. The letters arrive for both Harry, Hermione and Ron and clearly those were a very important lead to the 3's homeworld. We have Idia and Kalim as new Dormheads and everything is just going to shit. :'3

Ofc, Crowley was now forced to use the letter as a way to find a path home for the 3. (it's not like one of the most influential people in the world would be at his throat if he doesn't do it. No sir, definitely not)

He does! Surprisingly he does! And ofc, this means a whole load of things. 1. Someone had to make sure these kids are safe and sound. For Harry at least, his home life was absolutely shit, they couldn't possibly let an 11 year old return there on a good mind. 2. This was a different kind of magical world, so they needed to be discret and try not to cause any scenes. 3. Who's gonna even get these lists?! With what money?!

So the thing we have ia that the Dormheads take it in between themselves. They had to split up and see how could they handle this pickle. The 3 needed new clothes, new books, everything from A-Z since apparently these wizarding community lives in 'prehistory' according to Leona.

So Azul is the one that walks the 3 around. Thankfully, Hermione's letter had clear instructions of how to navigate and what to do in order to get to Diagon Alley. Of course, Kalim offered some 'teeny tiny' pocket money in the form of pretty gems that they would sell to the bank in order to get money from that world. Ya know, as a gift for the new official school year. Riddle tagged along mostly to make sure no incident befalls out group. Plus he was great in finding the books they needed.

Of course, there were some weird looks thrown at them, mostly at how vibrant they were compared to your normal peep going around.

For a new school gift, the 3rd years and current Dormheads decided to put some comune exchange in order to get some nice things for the 3. For Hermione it was a very pretty quill and special ink. For Ron, he had a beautiful scarf in his favorite colors.

For Harry, they got Hedwig, with the promise that they will use Hedwig to send letters firstly to their families, letting them know they were OK, then send to NRC peeps a letter, mostly to keep up with each other.

Of course, on Diagon Alley they meet Mrs Weasley, who immediately recognises her son. Very floofy reunion in there. :3

We also have a meet with Hagrid. Hagrid is very nice. Everyone in the group likes Hagrid! Yay! :D

We get more exposition from the 2, before they would have to go back to NRC and prepare for the leave on 11th. Since school in NRC started on the 1st of September, this was in the 2nd week.

For giving away the kids, Malleus, Kalim and Vil were assigned. Of course, it came down to a big hug to each of them and Malleus crying like a baby over it, but in the end, the 3 are set on going to Hogwarts with the express.

Of course, their main going in between worlds gate was a mirror. A pocket mirror which had an incantation that had to be said in order to be unlocked. The 3 memorised that thing over and over again so they were able to send Hedwig through and also visit on weekends. :3c

They get assigned to Griffindor and Kalim is delighted since Scarabia has gold and red as their color scheme. So now they match! :D

Leona rubs it in Malleus's face that the house mascot is a lion

The trio would be absolutely used to different 'houses' thing, since at NRC they had 7 dorms to keep up with. Like here is a downgrade to 4, which makes it absolutely easier to just keep up with all the news and in-dorms gossips.

They would absolutely try to befriend Draco. He's a bit mean, but they saw meaner. :'3

Ofc, the NRC keeps up with our trio like it's the national news. The Dormheads read their letters at the meetings holded in the Ramshackle lounge, and then tell the others.

Clearly these 3 Excell in flying and potions. Even practical magic, since they have a much more solid theory behind and there is less struggle when you have like 22 other people brainstorming with you a solution.

DEFINITELY Crewel holds extra lessons for the 3. Give him the potions manual and he'll turn these 3 into alchemists overnight. Not only do they have 3 years behind them of assisting at the potions lessons, but there's also the fact that potions bases for the first years at Hogwarts were usually taught in a few weeks at NRC. So you'd bet that for our trio, Snape just racks his brain trying to find a way to get a weak spot in their potions knowledge.

First year they have one hell of an adventure with Quirrel and the philosopher stone. Granted it was absolutely hilarious how easy these 3 11 years old managed to bypass all the traps and everything.

But they also got Idia with them on that night, mostly forced by Ortho since it was his turn to check on the 3, but ya know... A great light and also the 3 headed dog seems to like him a lot. Wonder why? :3c

Quirrel gets fucking wacked in the head in 4k ultra HD. Yay! Violence! :D

You bet NRC peeps don't allow Harry to return to the Dursleys once he wasn't welcomed anymore. Surprisingly, Leona is again repeating an year, so he takes Harry with him for the summer vacation. Hermione and Ron had to go and catch up with their families. They do re-meet a few times during summer vacation. :3

2nd year of Hogwarts already has the once 3rd years working aboard on internships. So you have now the basilisk problem. No worries, Rook is absolutely thrilled to hunt that thing down. It's almost scary how fast he figured shit out. :'3

3rd year gets us more on our favorite bunch: the ex-first years. Adeuce absolutely help with busting out Sirius. Sebek tries to tell them to keep a low profile... But the whole thing blew up and ya know... Just a grand escape I guess :'3

4th book is where we get fun. With all of our friends either with jobs or on internships, they absolutely help out throughout the whole tournament. From Lilia's spartan training to Azul making a water breathing potion, to Vil's absolutely stunning ball outfits to even Rook and Ruggie's help with how to handle wild creatures and navigate around. All of them are present as spectators and try their best to support their lil kiddos.

And when Voldy comes back and Cedric is cut off due to budget and narative impact, Malleus is absolutely the first one to declare war on Mr Mcbaldy no-nosey.

So with the support of an insanely op fae king and some also very powerful mages from another world that absolutely are getting down and dirty with every occasion to ensure a clean win, you can imagine that less spells are thrown around and more punches and roasts. :'3

[bohba13-writing-den]

Zanpakuto and their resistance to damage.

So, due to recent events in the anime I think that this has become topical. so let me ramble for a bit about this. for the sake of mobile readers, I’ll keep it under a read more.

So let me get this out of the way first, as both a fan of Bleach and JJBA, the more I look at zanpakuto the more they look like sword shaped stands to me. So I am going to borrow some of that logic (not the crazy shit) for my headcanons involving zanpakuto, first among them being that as a manifestation of the user’s will to fight, their resistance to damage is directly analogous to the condition of that will, with the added dimention of the relationship to the zanpakuto itself. 

the reason for that last condition is the state of Kenpachi’s zanpakuto verses his will to fight. He loves fighting, something those who haven’t read the manga will have clearly depicted in the coming episodes, yet his zanpakuto is absolutely beat to hell. the reason is his poor relationship with his zanpakuto, meaning that those who had an equivocal will for battle, and a better relationship with their zanpakuto, will damage the blade, even if only slightly. now this damage is repairable as all he needs to do is dump reiatsiu into the blade, he simply doesn’t. 

Now that outlier is adressed, let us look at each time a zanpakuto was broken/damaged in shikai to illustrate my point. 

the first I can remember breaking on screen was Zabimaru at the hands of Aizen. 

you’d think that with him protecting Rukia that Zabimaru wouldn’t break, as his will to fight would be at its strongest. but I posit this, Renji wasn’t fighting to win in that moment, he was fighting to not lose. It’s a tactically sound move, but it is a position of fear. He feared having to fight Aizen, and thus while Zabimaru was sharp, it was also brittle. This also matches what we see when Zabimaru is broken at the start of TYBW. He just saw Byakuya’s bankai get stolen, saw his captain’s composure fucking shatter, and then get bodied by his own bankai! When Mask came in with that rocket punch, Renji was scared shitless.  Now for the one I think if the most impactful to my argument. Rukia vs Aaroniero.

As we learn in SS arc, Rukia has a major guilt complex over the death of her mentor Kaien Shiba. At this point in the story she is the only person who blamse herself for her death. almost everyone else blames either Ukitake or (eventually) Aizen. 

So when Jarface pulls this: 

It is, as The Chieftain says, a significant emotional event. and once the battle actually starts, he pulls out Nejibana. 

Everything ay-ay-ron-ni-row does is ment to undermine Rukia’s resolve and will to fight. And it works! 

he fights her with the face of the person who taught her everything. how to comunicate with Sode no Shirayuki, her world view, her approach to being a shinigami, which she then imparted in Ichigo. Everything Rukia is in her mind, is due to Kaien and the futurerama espada knows this, and twists the knife at every opportunity. 

thus we get this:

Rukia before this moment even admits she has lost the will to fight, and so her blade shatters, impaled though the torso just like her mentor. 

however, there is an unspoken conversation in the moment between this and activating Shirafune that I wish we got. one between Rukia and her zanpakuto, because whatever Shirayuki said, it helped Rukia pull that last bit of fight left in her to kill the 33,650 hollows in a trench coat. 

now to tie this all together. 

as we learn, a bankai is a true and complete manifestation of the user. as such it cannot be repaired, but at the same time, should at least be incredibly difficult to break in the first place. And while I think normally that Tensa Zangetsu would have resisted the attack by Hachwalth, we larned something very important just before that absolutely rocked Ichigo. 

He’s a quincy. 

He is a member of the same human subspecies that is causing all of this destruction. The same one that is razing the Seireitei, and that it was his mother who gave him those abilities. Ichigo was already running on pure emotion at this point. he wasn’t fighting to protect anyone at that point. he was fighting to kill Yhwach, and when he dropped that?

boom. 

this is also common symbolism in Japanese literature, hell afaik in literature in general. the sword breaking represents the user breaking in some manor. so to see Kubo lean on that symbolism is not suprising, though really adds to these moments. 

[raleigh-in-the-garden]

When the [Israelite] troops returned to the camp, the elders of Israel asked, “Why did the LORD put us to rout today before the Philistines? Let us fetch the Ark of the Covenant of the LORD from Shiloh; thus He will be present among us and will deliver us from the hands of our enemies.”

וַיָּבֹא הָעָ�� אֶל־הַמַּחֲנֶה וַיֹּאמְרוּ זִקְנֵי יִשְׂרָאֵל לָמָּה נְגָפָנוּ יְהֹוָה הַיּוֹם לִפְנֵי פְלִשְׁתִּים נִקְחָה אֵלֵינוּ מִשִּׁלֹה אֶת־אֲרוֹן בְּרִית יְהֹוָה וְיָבֹא בְקִרְבֵּנוּ וְיֹשִׁעֵנוּ מִכַּף אֹיְבֵינוּ

I Samuel 4:3 (The Israel Bible, p. 667)

va-ya-VO ha-AM el ha-ma-kha-NEH, va-yo-m'-RU zik-NAY yis-ra-AYL, LA-mah n'-ga-FA-nu a-do-NAI ha-YOM lif-NAY f'-lish-TEEM, nik-KHA ay-LAY-nu mi-shi-LOH, et a-RON b'-REET a-do-NAI, v'-ya-VO v'-kir-BAY-nu, v'-yo-shi-AY-nu mi-KAF o-y'-VAY-nu

The Sin of Superficiality

[sic-semper-hominibus]

i don't know how to explain to those of you who were not using the internet unsupervised in 2009 how impossible it is to reconcile the fact that the people behind dimension 20 are also the people behind We Didn't Start the Flame War

(the video is private, presumably because theyre (rightly) ashamed of it, but i'm putting the lyrics under the cut. theyre. bad)

and i dont just mean the same company. sam reich had already been in charge of their original content for 3 years by that point

First Post!/fucking gay/Second post!/go away! Stupid picture/Simpsons did it/southpark did it too ROFL Copter/really stupid/I dunno, I kinda like it I hate Mindy/I hate Cindy/i hate fags and jews Who's the girl in that pic, I want her to show her tits So gross, I wonder why girls don’t come to this site! This picture For The Win, I'd bone the girl in it I'd bone your mom/U bone your palm/oh snap, epic Pwnage! We didn’t start the flame war Peeps were hatin' on it ‘fore I left my comment We didn't start the flame war Let the whole wide world know I'm a big old asshole Saw this on another site/Photoshop'd. Am I right? Hard to see, but I agree/dugg down cuz it sucks! How'd this garbage make it to the front page? Users from their site came and dugg it up Stolen from XKCD/Buried for inaccuracy If ur gonna call bullshit, post a link to prove it Ron Paul 2012!!!/he can't win, don't jizz yourself He’s got a chance/Yeah, in France – bet you’d vote for Palin! We didn't start the flame war Peeps were hatin’ on it ‘fore I left my comment We didn't start the flame war Let the whole wide world know I'm a big old asshole Who wants a free iPod? Just follow this link/God Spammers in this thread are such massive dickheads! Oh my god, watch my vid - crazy funny fat kid Eat my ass you fucking troll/what an asshole/Rick roll'd! Gay-ay-ay You guys know who I hate?/people who are mixed race Also mexicans red heads and asians Why r u guys so racist/Why r u guys so racist Double post, my bad/this kid’s a noob fag What's your problem douchebag?/ur the ass, fucking fag! Your a fag!/You're a BITCH!/All of you can suck my dick! 8==0 We didn't start the flame war Peeps were hatin' on it ‘fore I left my comment We didn't start the flame war Let the whole wide world know I'm a big old (10x) asshole

I wish I could back in time to late-00's/early-10's self and tell them about how College Humor of all things had morphed into a like progressive nerd media content producer that elevates the voices of LGBTQ and women creators and creators of color, and that they're auctioning off the minis from their latest dnd campaign to benefit a trans-rights charity.

[beautifulbuckys]

Can’t Stay Away (Part 5)

PART 4

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: The holiday season brings out the best and worst in everyone. It also causes feelings to surface, much to the Potter siblings surprise. 

Warnings: A tiny bit of swearing, heated arguing, real talk between harry and reader. 

Christmas time was chaotic.

The weeks before Winter Holiday was a mess. Many final exams were floating around, stressing many older students out. One day, when Fred and I were walking to the Quidditch Pitch, we saw Oliver Wood crying and ripping up his potions marks. 

Yet, the holiday cheer seemed to cancel out the school-wide panic attack. The leaf garlands were now replaced with shiny tinsel. The bright colors hilariously contrasted the stone and brick in the Hogwarts castle was constructed with. The holographic green and red popped against the bland backgrounds. Many of the pumpkins used to decorate were turned into pies and other meals for us to enjoy. Now enchanted snowmen took their place. These snowmen were like the castle ghosts, they managed to conjure up their own looks and personalities. A few weeks ago, one tried to flirt with Ginny. 

“Aye, firehead,” A voice boomed behind us. It had this thick New York accent, one I’ve heard in American muggle movies Harry and I had watched. 

Both Ginny and I turn around, looking into the area. It’s abnormal to hear a New York accent in Scotland, sure, but it’s even more abnormal to see nothing around us. There wasn’t anyone in our eye line so we shrugged our shoulders, guessing it was someone messing with us.

“I’m down here,” The voice boomed again. It was one of the snowmen. He was around Ginny’s hip. He wore a tan vest, the buttons almost popping because of the nature of his body. He sported an undershirt too, his thin twig arms showing through the sleeves. The snowman also had a checkered golfers cap on. It sat on his frozen head like it was glued on. Professor McGonagall really outdid herself. “I’m lookin’ to ask you on a date, gorgeous.”

As politely as she could, Ginny denied the request. We continued walking to class, where she giggled as she wrote a letter to Molly updating her on the eventful life she lived. 

My favorite part about the holiday decorations though? The house wreaths. Every year, each house’s student committee put together wreaths representing the respective houses. Professor Flitwick judged this competition previously. Although it’s a newer competition, it gets seriously heated. Last year, the head of the Slytherin house committee and the head of the Ravenclaw committee got into a fist fight during their Alchemy class. It was discussed to disqualify them. However, Flitwick argued for them and said they were just so excited for Christmas that they couldn’t contain themselves. Hufflepuff ended up winning. 

Due to the big blowout last year, the stakes are high. Hufflepuff was hoping to begin a winning streak. Ravenclaw had won about 3 times in a row before Hufflepuff took the crown. So now those houses have an unspoken rivalry. 

“Bloody hell George, did you see those two 7th years in front of us? I thought the Ravenclaw girl was going to slam her plate on the Hufflepuff’s head,” Ron shouted over the loud volume of the dining hall. It was busy here this morning, many students got breakfast as their only meal of the day before studying until the sun was down. 

George nodded, “Christ, it was terrifying. I think she was gripping her plate so hard her knuckles were turning white. All over some stupid wreaths!” He exclaimed as he sat down next to Ginny, across from me. 

I frown, “Hey! I like those wreaths,”

“Of course you do,” George rolled his eyes. Something about the tone of his voice got under my skin. Why on Earth did this boy have such an attitude at 7:30 in the morning? I could talk to Snape and he’d be in a better mood. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

George shrugged. “What it’s supposed to mean is of course someone like you likes some stupid Christmas wreath competition. It’s not that serious. I just find it tomfoolery, and that’s coming from me.”

I can’t help but scoff. Is he serious?

“Someone like me? God, Weasley. You’re such a pretentious ass it’s not even funny,” I slammed the crimson napkin that was positioned on my lap on the table. Shoving myself up from the bench, I stormed out of the Great Hall. I pray no other students heard the argument. Although it was too loud in there, I doubt anyone far away from where we were sitting heard. Unbeknownst to me, Harry got up and followed me into the corridor. 

“Hey,” Harry grabbed my shoulder once we were out of sight. He turned me around to face him. His green eyes looked directly into mine, his jaw was clenched. “What’s going on with you and George? Be honest. One second he’s grabbing you hard enough to give bruises? But then the next you’re both walking together and whispering.”

“Nothing is going on, Harry,”

“Bullshit! I know when something is up. I’m the Prince of something being up. I’m not an idiot. Do you like him?” Harry was speaking lowly, yet urgently. It was just above a whisper, yet his tone was tense and cutthroat. 

“No,” I whisper, staring at the ground. It’s a lovely ground, truly. The wear and tear of the stone shone through, cracks littering the ancient rock.

Harry’s hand returned to his side. “I said be honest,”

Harry reciprocates my sigh, but heavier. “Listen, I don’t care what happens between you two. I do, but I know I can trust you to advocate for yourself with this stuff. I was you to be happy. You’ve stuck by my side our entire childhood. You’ve advocated for me during tough times even if I didn’t know about it. You’ve defended me when times get difficult. I want this for you. You deserve someone else in your corner. If it’s George, I say go for it. I see the way you both look at each other. I know he’s done some messed up stuff but if you hold onto that resentment it’ll only rot the good personality you have.”

“What if I did?” I asked, my eyes finally returning to his. “What if I did, Harry? I don’t know what’s up. That’s honesty, not me dodging the question. One second he’s unbearable to be around and a big wise guy. But when we’re alone, he’s actually not terrible.”

“Alone?”

“Not,” I sigh, “Not like that. Whenever we’re with the group he just like gravitates towards me.” 

I have no words. I just grab Harry and hold him tight. 

No matter the time or the place, we’re at each other's defense. Since we were younger, I’ve been on the clock protecting Harry from all I could. Sure, I’ve failed. A lot. Shit still happens and there is still evil in the world. Yet the sun still rises and classes resume at the pace they always do. We’re all each other has. 

“You’re my favorite brother,” I mutter into Harry’s shoulder. The tears that sat in my eyes began to fall, wetting the charcoal robes he was wearing. 

Harry chuckles, “I’m your only brother.”

As the holiday break inched closer, so did everyone to losing their minds. Many, many students began pulling all-nighters in the library. So much so, in fact, that Dumbledore banned sleeping in the library. In response to the ban, people began just checking out the books and doing it in their common rooms. Even Ron, one of the more laid-back Weasleys, was waking up late due to the fact he studied until the sun rose. Many of the students in my History of Magic class, including George, had bloodshot eyes. 

George was actually slumped over his desk, drooling onto his textbooks when I walked into the Gryffindor common room. Harry had requested a small snack, as he was cooped up in his dormitory studying as well. I had to pull a few stings with a Haywood girl, a family familiar with the Hufflepuff house. Much as the Weasleys were with Gryffindor. All I managed to get him was a banana and some regular crackers, which I suppose was better than nothing. 

Silently, I tip-toed up the steps into the boys' dorms. Technically, I’m not allowed to walk up the steps due to the fact I’m not a boy, Fred and George had actually taught me a way to step without the staircase detecting me. 

I quietly knocked on the door, to which there was no reply. I shrug, deciding to open up anyways. If I see anything I shouldn’t, that’s on me. 

As I open up the door, I see the most adorable sight. Ron and Harry were sprawled out on a bed, books scattered everywhere. Ron had a Potions textbook opened up on his chest, however, he was out cold. Harry laid flat on his stomach. In his hand, he helped a Herbology book above if where his head lay. There were a few scrolls laid out on the floor. Some had writing, others didn’t. I stepped over the academic mess and placed Harry’s snack on his bedside table. 

“Night boys,” I laughed. 

The day exams were over, it was like a breath of fresh air. Many bloodshot eyes and sluggish walks transformed into bright smiles and happy laughs. It hinted that Christmas was near. Christmas used to be my least favorite holiday. Along with Harry. We never got presents. We sat and watched Dudley open all his. When we finally went to the Weasley’s full time, it became one of my favorites. Although the Weasley’s weren’t exactly rich, they tried. Everyone got presents. Nobody was ever left behind. Even if it was just one present. It never went unappreciated by the Weasley’s. Ginny loved making handmade gifts. When she found out about the necklace incident with George, she made me a gorgeous butterfly necklace. Fred and George love gifting their pranks. Ron usually just gifts snacks. Yet, I loved it. Harry loved it. It wasn’t just about the gifts to us. 

It was the family. 

Christmas Eve was charming. Despite the Weasley home always having a charm, tonight was something special.

The entire family sat around the fireplace after dinner. Everyone’s stomachs were full of Christmas ham and mashed potatoes. Ginny tested out a recipe from a Muggle cookbook with the carrots from our garden. The general vibe of the house was high. It was Weasley tradition to pick out 1 gift you made or purchased and gift it to whoever it belongs to. 

“A magician never shares his secret, Gin,” 

Ginny received a silk headband from George. A bright smile struck her face like lightning. She ran over to George and enveloped him in the tightest hug I’d ever seen.

“Thank you thank you thank you! How-how did you afford this? Where is it from? I love it!” Ginny tightened her grip on her brother. A large smile also found its way onto George’s face. Both laughed, Molly aweing at the display of affection in front of her. 

Ron gifted Percy a large bag of only chocolate frogs. Despite Percy’s stuck-up attitude, he loved candy. He accepted the gift with a soft thank you. Although he thought nobody noticed, I watched him quietly dig into the bag and shove the chocolate into his mouth. Arthur got Fred a small, muggle child, chemistry set. It was a gag gift, sure. It didn’t go unappreciated by Fred though.

“Woah! Dad, this is so cool. I’m totally using this in potions to make fun of Snape,” Fred giggled.

Molly smacked Arthur with some tissue paper she had in her hand from the gift she had opened. “Don’t encourage the boys Arthur!”

Fred chuckled, leaning into my ear. “I see some howlers in our future,”

Slowly, the family dwindled down. Ron and Harry ran upstairs to go play with the model Hogwarts Express that Molly had gifted Ron. They didn’t even say good night. Percy hobbled up the stairs not too soon after, mumbling something about a stomach ache. Arthur and Molly decided to use the time to stuff some last-minute gifts underneath the tree before heading off to bed. 

Ginny was laying down on the couch, with her head in my lap. I found my hands playing with her hair. It was soft, and the deepest red out of the family. It was long and incredibly fun to braid. Fred was seated next to me, having a soft conversation with George who was seated in the floor. His back was leaning on the base of the arm of the couch. His red hair was messy, and the dancing flames of the fire pit lit his face gorgeously. 

Ginny looked up at me, “I can’t believe this is your like 5th Christmas with us. You’re so old,” She whined. I pulled a small strand of her hair playfully with a smug smile on my face. 

“I know, I’m basically old enough to be your Grandmother. Your brothers aged me tremendously,” I giggled. The twins heard the comment and voiced their disagreement with a fake offended whine. Ginny laughed, closing her eyes.

Ginny yawned, turning so she was now facing the fireplace, her ear now on my thigh. “Tell me about it!”

As Fred and George spoke, Ginny dozed off into a slumber. The heat of the fire was comforting and warm. Perfect conditions to nap, I can’t blame her. There were a few moments where the girl let out a soft snore. It filled the gaps where Fred and George’s conversation didn’t take up all the silence. 

“G’nite, Potter girl,” Fred whispered, softly nudging my shoulder. “I’m off to bed, want me to carry Ginny up?”

I shook my head, bidding Fred a good night. It left me, a sleeping Ginny, and George remaining. Normally, I’d be uncomfortable. Past me would be. I’d be filled with an angry feeling, always ready to let out a wise quip. However, the uncomfortable feeling I was left with now was one of…butterflies? After Harry and I’s talk, I got to thinking. I realized he was right. I’ve devoted so much of my time to ensuring Harry’s happiness that I was too wrapped up in being miserable. I let one mistake sour what could be a flourishing friendship. Or a possible relationship.

“Happy Christmas, George,” I blurted. The soft crackling of the wood in the fire was enough noise for me. I don’t know why I needed to add more noise. 

He looked up from where he was positioned. He cracked a smile, looking me up and down. “Happy Christmas to you too. Is she awake?” I noticed I was still playing with Ginny’s hair, twisting it in between my fingers.

“No,”

George got up from where he was seated on the floor. As he turned to face me, the kitchen light highlighted the dusted red on his cheeks. The couch was close to the fire. The heat caused some redness, funny. The baby blue pajamas he wore looked too comfy. Like if I wore them I’d die from comfiness or something. 

“Can I be honest?” I ask.

George chuckles nervously, “I’d hope so.”

I nod, “I had this talk with Harry. About resentment and being happy, and…us. I used to hate you. I used to carry this anger whenever I saw you but, now? It’s just, melted away. I want to be happy.”

“I’m sick of pretending to hate you,”

“Pretending?” George asks, furrowing his brows. He takes Fred’s seat next to me, while Ginny continues to sleep.

“Yeah?”

“I want you.”

George stares at me for a second. He must think I’m playing some cruel joke on him. Pranking him like he has to me so many times before. Before I can even think. Before I can convince myself to do otherwise. I grab George’s jaw and pull it towards me, locking our lips. His lips were cracked, but somehow felt so right against mine. Time could’ve stopped and it wound’t have mattered. Whatever was going on, and wherever this goes; I don’t care. This is the only feeling I want for the rest of time.

It wasn’t a long kiss. But it communicated just how I felt to George.

“I want this too,”

If I had paid any attention to the stairs to my right, I would’ve seen two shadows casting down the stairway. 

“Tis the season?” Harry held out his fist.

Fred smiled. “Tis the season,” He bumped Harry’s fist, and the pair quickly returned their room so they weren’t caught. Not that they had anything to worry about.

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haaaaaiiiiii,could you make one with harry x reader where the reader comes from an abusive family. At hogwarts draco bullies the reader bcs of her body, some SH and death. make it really sad pls i want a good cry lmao :)

❝SUMMARY��� after coming from an abusive household, harry tried to help you through tough times. 

❝WARNINGS❞ self harm & suicide, sad ,if you get triggered by these things please don’t read

   HARRY KNEW about your depression, you told him after getting together and he tried to help you since then. you also told him about how your family used to verbally and sometimes physically abuse you. as you walked down the hallway you heard draco call after you "aye mudblood" draco said and you tried your best to avoid him but he grabbed your arm and you turned around "what do you want draco?" you mumbled and he laughed at you "so useless, bloody mudblood. ruining slytherin's reputation, how did u even get in our house, you're disgusting honestly. fat, ugly mudblood. How did that blood traitor get with you, he could've done better. I bet him and Weasley are laughing at you behind your back, i think you're just a dare he never loved you" draco said and you felt a tear roll down your cheek, making draco smirk "awwe, you're crying now? poor mudblood" his friends laughed and you ran away to your dormitory.

   you stayed in at dinner, making Harry question if you're ok or not "i'll go check on her" harry got up from the Gryffindor table and went to search for you. you grabbed your wand and started cutting into your skin, thinking of what malfoy said "what if I'm really just a dare? Is harry just making fun of me?" your thoughts were interrupted by knocking on the door. you wiped your wrists and covered them with your sleeves. "oh, hi harry" you said as the door opened revealing your boyfriend "love why didn't you come to dinner?" "i fell asleep, I was writing the essay that snape gave us and I fell asleep" you said and he gave you a questioning look "you seem off, you know you can tell me anything right?"you nodded your head as he pulled you on the bed with him "did someone bother you? i can hex them if you want me to"

   you giggled and shook your head "I'm fine" "i know you've been crying, your nose and your eyes are red. who bothered you? " "..malfoy, just the usual" you felt him unwrap his hands from your body and start to get up "where are you going?" you asked "to hex that bloody idiot-" he started speaking but you cut him off "please don't, it's not worth it" you said and pulled him back on the bed

   you were so done with malfoy's mean words, on summer break you decided to go home, thinking that things changed, but it was a bad idea, your parents called you lots of words during the school break. which made your situation worse than before. now you were back at hogwarts, today draco bullied you again but you decided enough is enough. you walked up the stairs to the astronomy tower, looking at the beautiful sight of the sunset. you wiped your tears from your face and looked down 'everyone finally gets what they wanted I guess' you thought. you got closer to the edge and thought about the letter that you left for harry, and hoping that you were only a dare and he never loved you. you remembered every moment with harry from the first day at hogwarts when you spilled your juice on him and you made a fool out of yourself, to the yule ball when you had your first kiss, to 5th year at hogwarts when you broke your arm and he was always besides your hospital bed. but he didn't love you, you were just a dare, you though.

   you took a deep breath and let go of the railing, feeling free from every stress that was occupying your mind earlier, but it all came to an end. professor mcgonagall heard a loud noise from outside and decided to go check. she searched and saw you laying on the ground, lifeless. she gasped and bent down to look for any pulse, sadly there was nothing. she was holding back her tears as she ran to professor dumbledore for help. soon almost the entire school was around you but the golden trio "what's happening here?" hermione asked as the golden trio got closer to the front of the crowd. they saw neville and luna tearing up and harry's thoughts came to you, he didn't see you in the crowd. as they reached the front of the crowd hermione's hands flew to her mouth and Ron gasped Harry felt his heart stop "y/n? no no no this can't be her" he dropped to your side and turned to see your face, remus came to pull the poor boy up "no!" he let his tears roll down his face as he turned his face to Malfoy "you! you did this! it’s all your fault!" harry got in malfoy face as he stood there, speechless "how dare you not say anything and sit there like a fucking coward!" harry punched him in the face and the whole crowd gasped, remus pulled harry away from draco before he kills him "let me go! he killed her! it's all his fault" he spoke out of anger, it wasn't only draco's fault, it was her family's for not treating her right and not loving her

   remus escorted harry inside "Let me hex that bloody idiot he deserves to die for what he did!" harry shouted at professor lupin "harry you have to calm down" "she's gone.. y/n's gone.. "he slid down the wall and covered his face with his hands so no one would see him cry but it was obvious "i'm nothing without her, I need her professor" harry cried and remus sat next to him "i know harry.." the door opened and it showed ron and hermione "oh harry" she said hugging him, crying in his arms too, ron soon joining "what am i gonna do without her?" he whispered and the two friends shook their heads "i know it's hard harry but we'll get through this together"

   harry looked down at the framed moving picture of the two of you, you were kissing his cheek and he was blushing like an idiot. he wiped his tears and looked down at the letter you gave him. even if it's been and year he still loved you.. but he has to be strong so he can win the battle against voldemort "i’ll win this battle for you, love, i promise". and he kept his promise

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To Find Your Soulmate: Chapter 2

chapter one linked here: x

chapter 2:

warning: this is basically just crack lmao

”Wake up, you idiots!!” Pansy yelled.

“Oh shut up will you Pansy.” Theo rolled his eyes.

“Nope! Now, get up!! We’ve got to find who our ‘soulmates’ are!” Pansy ordered.

“Who cares? Let me freaking sleep, Pansy!” Theo mumbled.

“Theo, get up! You can’t leave us with crazy-ass Pansy, here!” Draco yelled!

“She isn’t crazy. A bitch maybe, but not crazy.” Blaise defended.

“Theo, if you don’t get your fatass up right now, I will pour Veritasium on you, and demand to know who your crush is!” Pansy threatened.

“I’m up! I’m up!!” Theo screeched.

“Well, now that should be our new threat towards our dear Theodore,” Draco smirked.

Blaise nodded, “Hell yeah. But as Pansy said, we’ve got to go.”

“Yeah! We can’t have the bloody Gryffindors find their soulmate before us!” Draco sneered.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common rooms. Hermione was trying (keyword is trying) to get everyone out of bed!

“Guys! Get up! Don’t you want to know who your soulmate is?” Hermione reasoned.

Neville being the kind person he was decided to help Hermione, but it wasn’t in the way most would suspect.

“OK! Listen up you nasty buggers! Get your fucking arses up, and get out the door for breakfast.” Neville yelled. “Besides we can’t have those audacious Slytherins wins, can we now?” He added as an afterthought.

For a minute, there was stunned silence. Then it turned into chaos.

“Wait, Neville can swear?” Ron sputtered, “How the hell didn’t I know?”

A blush painted Neville’s cheeks. “I was just, um, trying to get your attention.”

“Well, you got us up!” Seamus and Dean grimaced.

“Sorry, you guys.” Neville stammered.

“Nah, it’s ok. ‘Besides we can’t have those audacious Slytherins wins, can we now.” Harry teased.

“Oh be quiet, Harry!” Neville groans.

Finally, the Gryffindors trudged along into the Great Hall for breakfast.

“C’mon! We’ve got to go to the Potions classroom before anyone else gets the idea.” Hermione hinted. “So Ron, do stop eating!”

They rushed to the Potions storage room where Theo, Blaise, Pansy, and Draco were already at.

“Huh. What are you doing here?” Draco grunted.

“Well, it’s the same as you mate! We’re going to get our potion supplies.” Seamus chuckled.

Dean nods, “I thought you were smart, Malfoy!”

“Oh do shut it! Draco is smart!” Pansy defends.

“Yeah, stay with your girlfriend, Malfoy!” Ron huffs.

“Pansy isn’t Draco’s girlfriend, not unlike Harry and Hermione,” Blaise adds.

“You keep Hermione outta here, Zabini,” Ron shouts.

“Well then keep Pansy and Draco outta yours,” Blaise growled.

“What about me? hUh? Blaise!!!” Theo hollers.

“Yeah, you too Theo. Just keep all my friends outta it!” Blaise yells.

“Wow, you consider me your friend! I’m blessed.” Theo teases.

“My god, Theo. Shut it! We’re in a conversation with bloody Gryffindors!” Draco hisses.

“Yeah and??” Theo asks.

“Just shut up, will ya?” Pansy yells.

“Oh, can you quit your talking, and let us get our potions?” Harry demands.

This enlightens a response from the Slytherins and it soon turns into a verbal fight. Until Neville breaks it again.

“Shut the fuck up! We all need our damn supplies so if we could take turns as we learned in bloody kindergarten, it would be much freaking faster!” Neville shouts. “Plus, we still do need to find our soulmates, don’t we?

Draco breaks the silence, “Who knew you could swear, Longbottom?”

“Exactly what I thought when he did it first!” Ron agreed.

Neville blushes (again….) and Dean comes to his rescue. “So let’s just do what Neville said, aye?”

“Aye, aye, captain!” Seamus laughs.

They form a decently managed line and get all their supplies to brew amortentia. The supplies include,

• Pour Standard Potioning Water into a gold cauldron and place over a very low flame

• Bruise the Peppermint Flower heads with a mortar and pestle and sprinkle into the lukewarm water

• Take whole Peppermint Leaves and drop them into the water

• Add Powdered Moonstone, one tbs at a time, stirring anticlockwise three times between each spoonful

• While the potion is still moving, sprinkle Rose Thorns into the water and leave to rest for an hour

• Remove from heat and cover with a silk cloth in a dark place to steep

• Over the course of the next seven days, uncover the potion once a day to stir seven times anti-clockwise and re-cover

• On the ninth day of brewing, place the cauldron over a low flame

• Carefully place Ashwinder Eggs into the potion one at a time, gently stirring without direction

• When steam begins to rise, add the victim's lock of hair or drop of blood to the potion

• The potion will become pearlescent in color and must be removed from the heat

• Strain the liquid into a vial for storage

After days of endless brewing, the Gryffindors and Slytherins have managed to make something. Now all they have to do is smell it, and figure who smells like that!

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Click to read my insane ramblings (I put them under a break because this is. absurdly long). It’s just a bunch of fun facts about the Wilsons from the last 10 or so minutes of today’s episode (plus my own jumping to conclusions about them). Some of it is actual character analysis at the end. Vaguely. Obviously spoilers for DnDads S2E42 below!!!

Grant and Marco got married on a beach in Florida (unless they actually got married on the Titanic or something lmao). First of all, win for me as a Floridian! I wonder which beach it was; probably Clearwater or somewhere on the Gulf side because the sand is less pointy and full of shells

Anyway, Darryl’s mom (whose name I’m 99% sure is mentioned once, but I don’t remember it off the top of my head; sorry) retired to Florida. I wonder if she was there, or maybe even if they had the wedding near her place on purpose (because at that point she probably couldn’t easily come all the way to California)? :) Sweet.

I’m a little surprised that Grant invited his family tbh. I’m also wondering who else was invited, since Scam Likely popped up unexpectedly. Wondering if the other dads and kiddads were there, for example… hmm

Also cool that DeSantis hasn’t outlawed gay marriage in Florida in this future HAHA

Grant CAN tie a tie, thank you very much, but he’s not good at it :’) Marco probably usually ties them for him (and Darryl, too, of course). This also leads me to believe Link probably can’t tie a tie, either, but that’s not surprising. It’s okay. He only wears soccer jerseys even as his new business persona Boss Kicks

Grant doesn’t like spaghetti that much. He likes it enough for Darryl to make it for dinner for him, but not enough for Darryl to swim in it (even though swimming in spaghetti is apparently heavenly?) Hmm. This podcast… is so interesting… 🫶 hahahaha

I THINK this episode implies Carol and Darryl didn’t get divorced, since Darryl talks about wanting to impress her by getting fit in heaven. Either that, or they DID get divorced but still have sex, which is fun. Regardless, it’s definitely implied that they still have sex: “When Carol lifts this shirt up, ohoho… It’s gonna be heaven; I’ll just tell you that much.”

The last (and funniest) option is that they DID get divorced and no longer sleep together, but Darryl has deluded himself into thinking Carol will fuck him on sight once she dies and sees how hot he is now. This is probable because he’s setting up the house for Carol and Grant and presumably JUST the three of them; not counting Marco, Lincoln, etc. Maybe he’s still thinking about their family from when Grant was 12, before they went to the Forgotten Realms. That’s sad for a whole other host of reasons :’) aaah

Darryl only takes his Christmas lights down for a month (February-March) because otherwise Glenn will get mad at him? So fucking funny

Darryl and Darnell are FRIENDS. They’re FRIENDS GOD this means everything to me. If you’re reading this and don’t follow me, you should know I am a big Darnell fan. This is the best day ever. Anyway, Darnell finding Darryl dead is less fun. :(

The clarification that it wasn’t Carol who found him also makes me think they were still living together, since Matt says it like Carol finding Darryl would’ve been the most logical conclusion. It also makes me think Darnell comes over to visit often, which is nice :)

DARRYL CALLS MARCO “MARKY”. Sweetest thing I’ve heard in my wntire life oh my LORD.

“I know those phases… ay. Grant, buddy, you went through a couple phases yourself.” I NEED to know what Grant’s embarrassing teenage phases were

Ron and Darryl’s beer tastes like feet (and the Marys hate it)

Darryl and Grant both agree that in their relationships, they’re the overachievers, and their partners (Carol and Marco respectively) are just settling for them. Which is. SO. Fucking sad. The Wilson family self-hatred runs deep. I could go on for a very long time about this, but I’ll just shove it in a character study fic someday. Augh

Given the (mostly confirmed, I think) knowledge that Darryl and Carol stayed together, it’s extra sad. Despite couple’s counseling and years of working to stay together post-Forgotten Realms, Darryl still feels like he’s not good enough for Carol :(

And the same with Grant feeling he’s not good enough for Marco… I can’t believe how ready he was to call off the wedding. I wonder if that’s how he is often, and maybe Marco’s used to him being capricious like that, or if he’s been thinking about this for a long time and finally snapped. I think the latter. That’s the most like Grant: dwelling on things and bottling it up until he explodes. My poor boy :(

Marco was the one who wanted kids, which makes sense to me. Grant was resistant to it, which obviously also makes sense. Just mentioning it to say I think it rules out the idea that all the kiddads tried to have kids on purpose to get more daddy magic

Lastly, Grant’s reaction to seeing Darryl again made me cry. Maybe it’s because I’m overly invested in these two particular characters; I don’t know. I will elaborate…

Grant hasn’t gotten to hug his son or his husband in AGES, and that’s basically his whole family now. He’s not close with the other kiddads (except sort of Sparrow and Terry, one of which he literally killed), and he’s presumably not close with the rest of his family, either. Maybe Carol, since she’s still alive, but I don’t think there’s been any time for him to see anyone else since the beginning of S2. And then he got to hug Darryl again for the first time in YEARS. I know the line Anthony said about the fucking. spaghetti pool was a joke, but the emotion in his voice was there. Idk maybe I’m being crazy

Also, Darryl died suddenly. When Frank died, it was a shock, and it happened suddenly, but he did have cancer; Darryl knew it would come eventually. But Darryl literally died just living his everyday life. Grant didn’t get to say goodbye or even have time to process the idea of losing him. They were probably still not speaking to each other when it happened. They didn’t get along often as adults, as Link has said before; they were always arguing

But that relationship is still strong on Darryl’s end. He’s been thinking about Grant the whole time he’s been in heaven. And when they reunited, Grant stopped caring about their disagreements, too. Because he got to hug his dad again :’)

Okay, I’m done. Tl;dr I’ll never be normal again. There’s probably other things I forgot to mention. Idk. I’m feelign Unwell (/lh). Feel free to add stuff I forgot in the reblogs if you want. IDK. I LOVE THESE GUYS. I’m so happy and sad

I will never be normal again. Relistening to this forever actually. I will probably make a bulleted list of all the new things we learned about the (Li-)Wilsons also 👍

[ronmanmob]

Continued from (here) with @brooklynislandgirl

A grumble of acknowledgement and consideration came up in Ron's chest at Beth's mention of her brother and his skill with all things cookery. The advice made sense to him, the structure, the one, two, three of prep - cut veggies, measure and mix dairy, boil water, salt for taste and--

"Wizard..."

That aside didn't come from quite so nowhere as it might've seemed. Ron added to it as he examined the still unprepped, still neat and tidy and ingredients-strewn worktops. "Man's a cook-wizard." There, see? Context. And a not inaccurate assessment of the named but absent sibling's skill as compared to Ron's. Man may as well have been fuckin' magic by that measure, aye? Time was that Ron had burned water. But that was then and this was now and he had better tools at his disposal in the present moment - what with his cookbook, his Beth and her skills with chopping, and this notion that was as alien to him as the dark side of Mars--

Food Prep.

To and back from the cookbook in his hands Ron's attention went, his proximity to Beth kept as she explained as best she could how her brain tackled the same activity his struggled so hard with. He didn't think in numbers like she did - at least not in such complex forms - but he understood what she meant when she spoke of wonky algebra; of things just not...adding up right; not coming out like the formulas say they will or should. There was nothing 4, nothing 8 about cooking as Ron computed it; nothing even, or easy on the mind. Nothing like his Beth pressed against his side as they surveyed the panoply before them and found, after due consideration, that--

"--Tea."

Yes. Much better a proposition, that. Much more even a proposition, never mind the steps it had about it. Once Ron's cookbook was set down, their mugs appeared as if by magic off the mug tree and were sat beside a teapot ripe for the readying. Up above the worktops with the makings of dinner on lived the tea cupboard. Ron opened it, enjoyed the welcoming scent that escaped, and found the selection within in its bright coloured boxes and tins so much more welcoming than the notion of cooking.

"---If I get-" he began, glancing round and down at Beth. "...If I get biscuits...I bet this lot--" A nod at the unprepared but lovely collection of ingredients before them. "I bet it'll keep if we fridge it, aye?"

That was an out, right there.

One for them both, should bad math win.

[henlex]

Disclaimer: I accidentally fell in love with gye so just bare with me🙏 I didnt plan for that

Another underrated pair for @bonknanab 💖💕💖💕💖

Gyechan

First thoughts holy shit all the earth. But gye cancer venus MY HEART this boy is so soft bye. A whole marshmallow. Also the amount of taurus too, this boy LOVES cuddling. But so does minchie cuz virgo AND leo = cuddles sooooo. Leo moon. Makes sense.

Suns

Gye: taurus. Earth, really steady and strong, very consistent/ dependable. They rely on their senses to experience the world. Like the care a lot about how things feel, taste, smell. Catch them wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket. They can be possessive, they love their things a lot and want to protect them. But this can carry over to people too, they like to possess their loved ones, like have ownership of them. It helps them feel secure. It's just so cute oml😭 tangent: this is why kangmin feels so comfy with the and he's his favorite. He's just a kid with a ton of emotions (scorp moon) and gye is just so stable and reliable, that "I've got you I'm not going anywhere" energy that kangmin needs. I'm a sap leave me alone.  But they hardly get jealous. Can be pretty stubborn and slow moving. They dont like change and dont like changing their mind. Slow to start, especially if they're comfy, they might just lay in bed all day😂

Min: Virgo. Hardworking, love being knowledgeable about things/ learning about them. Sensitive to their surroundings. Can be shy with new people but when comfortable theyll talk forever. They love to be appreciated and useful. Prone to worry, they tend to be pretty responsible.  They love to be doing something and can get restless when they arent. Can be perfectionists because they want to do things the best they can. They're very aware of their bodies. Very curious and love to explore, great observers. They can be pretty hard on themselves 😭 They can be very proud of the way they do things. Can be big sweethearts and are always ready to help.

Moon

Gye: Taurus: ay it's me🤝 So a lot of the same as the sun, but this is the core, his emotions. These people have a super calming aura, you just kind of feel wrapped in a blanket. They love consistency and home. They put down deep roots. Can be a bit oblivious and avoid messy/ chaotic displays. Can be conservative. Deep emotions, affection, sentimental. Romantic but do like taking risks with the first move. Really good instincts. Really good sense of smell?? They really stick with things, dont run when things get hard. Once they're in, they're in for the long haul. It takes a lot to actually bother them.

Min: Leo. This is why he likes being on stage even though virgos tend to be behind the scenes types. They really love entertaining those they're close too and are often a comedian. They kind of like to control their inner circle. Strong desire to create and entertain but can be a bit lazy, possibly bossy too. They need a lot of love and attention to function😭 They can be really dramatic if they get offended but they dont like public displays, they save that for home😂 Stubborn, needs time to adjust to changes. They strive for fairness and hate following orders.

Mercury

Gye: taurus. Istg what is this man

Say it with me kids stub👏born👏

Slow moving, think through decisions. They seem lazy because of just how long it takes them to decide something😂 Slow to start things... Sensual again. Slow communication, everything is deliberate. Very practical so people take them seriously. Can be pretty sarcastic and funny. Pleasant voices. Practical in learning too, they need to have real world examples or know how it affects them.

Min: virgo😂. Likes order/ control, gets uneasy when it's not. Detail oriented. LOVE when appreciate their intellect. Very good at taking care of the day to day. They can be impatient with others because they think they do things best. Helps others by taking care of the little things.

Venus

Gye: cancer. UWU. We've got a marshmallow guys.

Ok so Sensitive in love, they like commitment and dependability. Theyll give you security, comfort and care. They show their love by caring for you. They crave safety. They watch their loved ones emotions. This is a big 180 after all the Taurus. They can be moody to get attention oml. Either this is really toned down from the taurus moon or im blind. It's hard for them to forgive/ forget if you've hurt them (same with the taurus moon so☠) They can retreat/ hide to care for themselves. God this is like taurus but extra soft😭 Ok so strong attachment to family and home. Sentimental, love snuggling😭 They need to feel secure and have a strong fear of rejection/ abandonment.

Min: virgo. Good lord. Not flirty. Tries to win someone over with devotion and showing them a ton of attention. Cautious, slowly makes his way into their heart. Sensitive and insecure in love😭 They need to know feelings are mutual before they make a move..... Can childishly tease their crush💆🏼‍♀️ But they have good intentions. They arent attracted to show offs, they like understated, unnoticed people. These people love quietly helping and doing the little things. You'll win them over if you recognize their efforts, they just want to be appreciated.

Mars

Gye: libra. Out of left field fr. Oop indecisive yet again. He's so lucky theres not a ton of fire in this group or I swear people would kill him. I'm sure dongheon and hoyoung have gotten impatient before tho cuz damn. Anyway they really like to weigh all their options. Overwhelming desire for balance. They're generally optimistic, and can be defensive. Can play innocent. Passive aggressive 💆🏼‍♀️. Very good mediators.

Can be incredibly charming. The pickiest lovers and desire equality it every aspect.

Min: leo. A strong creative energy and the feeling their life has significant meaning and purpose. Very passionate. Driven and normally have a set path. They have an air of authority and power. Lol they demand loyalty and admiration in their relationships. Can get fired up when they feel wronged or defensive. But they're really kind and driven by the heart.

Eye.

*skip for s*x mentions* do like idek how to say this. But like they want to be seen as godlike, worshipped. But they also want to worship the other person. Likes an imbalance of power. Show off. Possessive + jealous but tries to hide it. But everything is laced with love and affection.

Notes:

Gye's steadiness could really help min to calm his worry.

it's great that it takes a lot to actually annoy him cuz...we all know minchie 💕

Omfg they're both kinda lazy😂 Lazy morning cuddles let's goooo.

Ok but gye could very much be oblivious to mins need for love/ compliments etc. Cue that clip gye had to compliment min and it was short but min was like that's all?? And the was like Oh! And just kept on going. So cute. Like he has to problem expressing his affection but min literally needs to physically say how much he needs😂😂

They both hate change and surprises so🤝

Ok but minchans venus is kind of perfect for gyes cuz he needs that stability. But gye would probably be thrown at first if minchan wasnt being obvious. Theyd be really cute together but the challenge would be getting together.

Honestly they seem super soft and comfy (probably mostly behind the camera rip) earth babies but also playful and precious. As the 2 earth signs in the group (and with a ron of earth placements too) they could really find solace in each other and I think that's so sweet💕

[emily-thefanficwritter]

Ron weasly x reader

"good morning love,can you pass me the sausages please." Said the hungry red haired boy.

Y/n giggled and pick up some sausag seees to put on rons plate.

"I see someones exited for something today?" Y/n said and smiled at her lover.

"Ofcourse y/n! It's gryffindor vs slytherin today,and gryffindor is totaly going to win today..."ron said making eye contact with the slytherin quidditch members.

Y/n shook her head slightly as she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw harry,ginny and hermoine together with the weasley twins.

"Ready?"y/n asked.

They all nodded and started to walk to the quidditch pitch for warm-ups.

[Y/n pov]

As i was holding rons hand and walking out of the great hall,

"won won!" There goes lavender trying to shoot her shot again.

"What do you want lavender."ron asked in a harsh tone

I let go of rons hand and walked out of the great hall myself,totally pissed off by that girl.Doesn't she know how to respect a damn relationship.

"Hey! Baby! Wait up!" The red head shouted trying to catch up.

He grabbed my hand and i turned around.

"What do you want merlin beards!" I shouted totally not being in a good mood

"Someones jelouse ay?" He said smirking.

"N-no i'm not!" I growled and looked away.

I looked at his face again and could see the smirk apearing as he looked up and down on me.

"Ok ok snap out! We got a game to win!" Slightly blushing,i grabbed his hand and tried to hold my horny self in.

"I knew that would work..."the red head giggled softly and planted a kiss on the top of my head.

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Wattpad account: @smutsyducky

[yuly]

my favs!!!!!!!!! i love this story to pieces🥹🫶🏾

i'm a mess but

⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ Aaron has this date all planned out but things seem to fall apart and they're forced to improvise.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings ⤷ fluff! slight angst - reader opens up about her horrible dates. aaron mentions haley, her death, and how he feels about it (briefly). not a warning but jack and jess make an appearance!

word count ⤷ 7k words

a/n ⤷ HELLLOOOOOO! i wasn't really expecting the first part to blow up but the support and love i received in my first bimbo!reader fic was so overwhelming 🥺🥺🥺 thank you to everyone who read the first one and i hope this second part lives up to your guys' expectation and to your liking. i received three requests involving aaron and bimbo!reader so i'll be working on the two before incorporating the third request in part three of this saga! also i have a possible plot for spencer reid x bimbo!reader and i'm trying to gauge if you guys would be interested in that? as always, feedback is appreciated. have a day as fantastic as yourselves!!! ❤️❤️

masterlist | part one: mess of mine

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“And just as a reminder, we will be having the weekends off for this month as Strauss has deemed we deserve a break after the continuous cases that took away most of our time,” Hotch reiterates before they end their final meeting for the week. This announcement was met with cheers and applause by the rest of the team. “Anyway you can have them extend our weekends off for the next, say, 12 months?”

This time Hotch cracked a smile as he gathered his files and into his folder as he shook his head, “Only way you can have that is by making a wish to a genie.” The team looked among themselves, each of their faces etched with surprise and amusement as they rarely got to witness their unit chief ride in on their jokes; behind their entertained expressions, they were curious as to what prompted this change. Rossi schooled his expression as well, despite knowing about the cause for Aaron’s welcome change in demeanor, he knew that his friend wanted to share the little ray of sunshine he found on his own terms. “If there’s nothing else, you all are dismissed for the rest of the week. Have a good one.”

As the team slowly dispersed out of the room, Hotch found Rossi smirking at him to which he raised an eyebrow at him, “Penny for your thoughts, Dave?” To which the mentor looked around the round table to ensure that everyone but them had left, “So, I’m assuming tonight’s the first date then?”

The faintest shade of red littered Aaron’s cheeks as he nodded and exited out of the room, “Tonight is the first date, yes. I’m picking her up after her shift at 7.”

Rossi looks at his watch and smiles upon seeing that their unit chief had a solid hour prior to picking up his date for the night. “Normally I’d wish someone good luck on their first date,” Hotch appreciated in that moment how Rossi leaned into his ear to whisper that as to not catch the attention of the nosy profilers, “But something tells me you would not need it in this scenario. Have a great weekend, Aaron.”

“You too, Dave. Try sticking to one jazz club this time, yes?”

Chuckling when Rossi flipped him off, Aaron hurriedly packed all of his things in his briefcase before heading out of the office. As he waited impatiently for the elevator to bring him to the floor of their parking lot. Turning on the radio, Hotch found himself smiling upon hearing a pop song — that he once was not familiar with until he started talking with Y/N. What started as constant texts, transitioned into hour long phone calls where their topics of conversation ranged from her opinions on how the internet’s influence on fashion trends have both been good and bed, her singing him the new song she had stuck in her head — which explains how he was now familiar with a lot of the songs that were played in the radio — but the one thing that seems to be a constant subject is how he would look good in certain styles of clothing.

Once home, he was delighted to see that Jack had been all cheery from his day at school and soccer practice. He indulges in his son’s excited recollection of his day, relishing in the giggles he let out everytime his son praised the dinner that was prepared for him; though it was just chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, and some fries, he supposes that if it were made with love it would taste like a fine meal. It was like time passed by quickly after their meal as Jack was already bathed and dressed in his jammies before 6:45. After a quick chat with Jess, he was out the door and anxiously driving to the boutique. Once parked right out by the store, he was just in time to see his sweetheart exiting the front door and closing the aluminium security shutters. Jumping out of the car, he surprised her by gently pulling her back and lowering the shutters. “Aaron!” Came her surprised giggle, hugging his arm and looking at him like he was her whole world. “You’re here!”

“I did promise to take you out on a date, right?” He teased once he was sure the chutters were secured. Chuckling, she nodded her head as she smiled widely, “You did! And I was so excited for our date, you know? Phoebe got so annoyed with me talking her ears off about how handsome you were and how nice you are.”

Grateful that she was too busy rambling so she couldn’t witness Aaron blushing, he walked her to his car, opening the passenger door to reveal a bouquet of pink and white flowers; handing them to her with a smile he spoke, “For you, sweetheart.”

“Aaron! They’re so pretty!” She squealed excitedly and threw her arms around him, nuzzling her face in his shoulder, “Thank you, thank you! You’re spoiling me way too much already!”

“Well I have to, sweetheart,” He explained as he helped her in the car before quickly jogging to the driver’s side and continuing on, “Have to treat you like a queen, you know?”

“Does that mean you’re my handsome king?” Her question had him reciprocating the sweet smile she had on before reaching for her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles and affirmed, “I’ll be whatever you need me to be, sweetheart.” And in turn, that made heat spread throughout her face.

The drive to the restaurant was short yet filled with so much light and conversation. Stepping out of the vehicle once Aaron opened the door for her, she smiled at him, “Thank you, Ay-ay-ron.”

Before entering the restaurant, the couple were met with views of disgruntled customers, some of them having wet stains on their dresses while others seemed to have  food stains on them. Puzzling her, she looks up at Aaron, “I wonder if they’re alright.”

They were about to find out for themselves upon reaching the host’s stand and announced their arrival, “Reservation for Hotchner, please.” The host who had their back turned faced them with an uneasy smile as they too were trying to rid the blemishes and food stains that unfortunately clung onto his work clothes; he looked down on the their tablet that served as their scheduler and frowned upon looking up at them, “I have to sincerely apologise, Mr. Hotchner. There has been an unfortunate incident, one of our servers tripped which caused this domino effect to the other servers, causing them to drench our customers and staff in food. Not to mention that one of our new chefs in training caused an identical chaos at the back.”

“You can use a butter knife to get rid off the food there,” She pointed to both the host’s shoulders that had some food residue that looked very well edged in the fabric; next thing she noticed wine stains by their chest, “And for the wine, putting hydrogen peroxide and dishwashing liquid in the stain for about ten minutes will get it out.” The way she shared the information so casually paired with the way she tilted her head to the side and pursed her glossy lips made it all the more surprising that she new what to do; but beside her, Aaron felt nothing but pride swell in his chest as he pressed her closer to him by her waist. 

“I appreciate your advice, ma’am,” The host then faced Aaron once more before saying, “Unfortunately we are not in any capacity to entertain our beloved guests for the rest of the evening. We’ll put a note to put you in our priority list for next time if that sounds fair?” Nodding as he held back a frown of his own, the unit chief understood that things were past their control, “That would be much appreciated, thank you.”

With that the couple then left the restaurant, Aaron tried to school his features as he tried to hide the panic in his face; however as Y/N looked up to see him she pouted as she saw that there was a slight furrow in his eyebrows. Reaching up to rub the skin between them she cooed, “Don’t frown, Aaron. Why are you even frowning?”

Almost immediately a smile replaced the mentioned frown as he explained, “Well since the restaurant is a bust, I’m sensing that I’ve just wasted your time, sweetheart. The date’s pretty much ruined already.” Her offended gasp took him aback, causing them to stop just as he was about to open his car door for her, “Well good thing a dinner is not the only you go out for a date! Plus, you just saved me, you know?”

“Saved you from exactly what, sweetheart?”

“From having a fancy dinner! Don’t get me wrong, the décor looks amazing and all, but sometimes their menu is so hard to pronounce too! Like just say roasted, why use sweltering? And don’t get me started on their alcohol — bordeaux, wine, brandy? It’s all just so confusing,” As he walked her to the passenger seat and helped her in, he just chuckled lightly as he tried to console her, “They do tend to differ in ingredients and alcohol percentage.”

“Even you get it,” She whines out to which he now smoothed the furrow she had which quickly disappeared upon feeling his touch in her skin. Swiftly moving to the driver’s side, Aaron looked at her with a soft expression before asking, “Why don’t I get your mind off of it then? How would you like to spend our time together?”

His heart melted at the excited grin she had as she thought deep about how to spend their date before rambling, “We could go bowling in this place on 6th Avenue, oh but they have league games today. Oh! How about we go to this drive-in theatre just by the outskirts of town?” Just as he was about to agree to her suggestion she pouted once more, “But wait, their movie for tonight is a kid’s one, Megamind, I think.” Her excited gasp accompanied by her light taps to Aaron’s shoulder made it evident how excited she was by her current idea, “We could go right into the city centre! They have different kinds of food trucks this day of the week!”

“You sure that’s what you want, sweetheart?” He got her affirmation as she buckled her seatbelt up and nodded, “Sure do, Aarbear! I heard there was a food truck that would sell raspberry and cherry cotton candy.”

“Aarbear?” He questioned the nickname although he could not deny the warm feeling that washed over him upon being granted to him. She hummed, “Ever since we last saw each other, I’ve been thinking of cute nicknames for you; since you call me sweetheart. Aarbear is my favourite just because you remind me of a teddy bear. Just so snuggly and cute.”

“Snuggly and cute? Sweetheart, have you taken a good look at me? I’m the farthest thing from that don’t you think?” Aaron playfully countered as he relished in their playful banter. “You know what? Yeah, I have taken a good look at you and if I say so for myself you always look dashing and,” Her train of thought was cut off when she gasped out loud and saw the coat he was wearing, “And I thought I told you to wear the pink suit I got you! Why didn’t you?”

By that time, they had already reached the public parking that was allocated for the food truck event, Aaron looked at her chuckling as he thought she wasn’t serious about her little plan for the pink suit she gifted him; but upon seeing her expression which consisted of a frown with her wobbly lips and a furrowed brow, he knew that it was serious and important to her. Hoping to appease her feelings, Hotch then lifted his hand up to rub on her cheek gently and as she nuzzled herself deeper into his warmth, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I might have mentioned it before, but I don’t really know how to pair up clothes, you know? That’s why my suits and slacks have always matched.”

Placing her chin centre on his palm, she shoots him a smile as her upset expression now melting into an excited one as she speaks, “Does that mean I get to dress you up? I get to rifle through your wardrobe?” Removing herself from his hold, they both tried to ignore how empty it felt when they were not within each other’s reach; but to help diminish the emptiness they felt Y/N then laced her hand with his large one and grinned, “Next time we go out for a date, we go to your house first so I can dress you up and make you even more handsome! Oh there’s this new sweater line that came out and I wanna see how the sweater brings out the brown in your eyes.”

“Already planning our next date, sweetheart? You already want me around you that much?” Unsure of whether he can handle the truth of her answer, Aaron kissed her knuckles as he made his way out of the car and opened the passenger door for her. Leaping out to wrap her arms around his large figure as she hummed against his shoulder, “I sure do, Aarbear. So hopefully you don’t get sick of me right away.”

“I don’t think I could ever get sick of you, sweetheart,”  Aaron reassured her as they began walking towards the plethora of food trucks that were present in the little festival going on, “Besides, the only thing I plan on getting sick on is a ton of cotton candy. Was raspberry your favourite flavour?”

Failing to hide how giddy she was at his sincere revelation, she smiled as she laced her fingers with his and dragged him to where the food truck that sold cotton candies were. “I do like the grape-flavoured ones, do you have a favourite?” It was in that moment that Aaron wished he had a camera permanently lodged into his brain so he could capture the way her eyes sparkled as she inquired more about his interests. He hummed as they stood in line in front of the food truck, “I don’t think I’ve explored enough of these flavours to have a definite favourite.”

Her gasp paired with the soft tap on the shoulder was another thing that was quickly becoming a favourite of Aaron’s. Upon reaching the front of the line, Y/N took charge and ordered three kinds of cotton candy. As she reached down for her wallet, she was caught off guard at how quick her date was in tapping his own credit card against the machine. 

“Aaron! Why didn’t you let me pay?”

The two walked a few feet away and sat down on the bench nearby before he smiled and pinched some cotton candy and offered it to her, “Now what kind of man would I be if I even let you touch your wallet throughout our date?” 

Returning the favour by feeding him some cotton candy as well, she pursed her lips as she concluded, “A handsome gentleman, still. And don’t ever think differently.” From there on they fell into an easy conversation which ranged from childhood shenanigans to workplace happenings. For Y/N this was a complete 360 switch to see Aaron’s eyes crinkled in joy and his posture relaxed; seeing him so serious and stiff on their first meeting gave her the impression he’d be too uptight. In her mind, she’d do anything to keep the beautiful smile on his face. “Wait, so Garcia was able to access the file that I didn’t know the password to?”

“Took her less than five minutes to do that, sweetheart,” Aaron informed her as the two wiped their mouths of any crumbs and threw the container in the trash before strolling once more to get more food, “What else are you in the mood for?”

“Can we get some tacos? It’s been quite a while since I’ve had some,” With that Aaron led the way as he spotted the specific truck sooner, “So Garcia can hack into anything?” As they stood in line in front of other patrons, Y/N made sure to only whisper her question so as to not attract any unwanted attention from curious ears, something that did not escape Aaron’s observant nature and something he appreciated.

“Absolutely, it only takes her about ten minutes to do so. There’s rarely anything she can’t crack,” He answers, however he’s left more puzzled as she stands on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear, “Do you think she can hack into something for me?”

“What exactly do you need to get hacking into, sweetheart?”

At that, her glossed up lips — which compared to last time that was a soft red shade, this time around she had a flushed pink hue with a slight shimmer to it — formed a pout as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she recounts, “Because I signed up for Snapchat a year ago and then now I forgot which password I used to it, it reached to a point where I’ve tried so many times that they told me I’m no longer allowed to try guessing. And I wanna get access back to it because everytime I take a cute selfie of myself I send it there.”

 By the end of her story, they reached the front of the line and Aaron paused their conversation for a while to order for the two of them; his heart fluttered when Y/N patted his shoulder gently as she whispered, “Extra cheese on mine, please.”

Once they were handed their food, the two stepped away and once again found a bench to give them privacy. Before even taking a bite from her taco, she faced him and her face was once again etched with concern, “So? Do you think Garcia will help me? I can give her a cute little outfit in the boutique if she does. Or whatever else she wants, promise.”

Smiling at her as he allowed his first bite to go down before replying, “I’m sure she’d love to assist you even without the promise of repayment.” She was midbite when she looked up at Aaron, cheese at the side of her mouth as she seemed confused with what he meant before he clarified as he wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, “I’ll let her know you need help, sweetheart.”

Shrieking out of excitement wasn’t the only way she expressed her relief but also with the way she tried her best to wrap her arms around him without causing both their tacos to crack as they hit the ground, “Thank you, Aar! Can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that! Do you think Garcia will like cupcakes or cookies more? I’ve been meaning to bake since it’s been a while, you know.”

“I know for a fact she wouldn’t mind either one, sweetheart,” He leaned closer as if he was sharing a secret and whispered in her ear, “But I do know you and her will get along well.”

Her nose scrunched up in excitement as she shimmied her shoulders in a little dance, “You did mention she likes little quirky gadgets and she dresses a lot like I do. Maybe she and I can go shopping sometime? You mentioned you work with other ladies too right? Alexa and GG?”

“Alex and JJ, sweetheart,” He gently corrects her as threw his napkin after finishing his taco in the nearby bin, “But yes, I’m sure they’d love to meet you. Maybe in the near future we can set that up?”

Her excited nod caused some of the taco sauce to spread past her lips, prompting Aaron to wipe the sides of her mouth as she replied, “Do you think they’d like me though? Some people I’ve met before say I’m too much or you know,” The slight pause between her train of thought made him worry about what previous perceptions were about her so he encouraged her on, “Know what exactly, sweetheart?”

Perhaps it was the way he gently coaxed her or the way he rubbed her back was full of care but it got her talking as she mentioned, “It’s just, people like my friends say that I’m dumb, that I’m no fun to be around with,” She sniffled a little which proved to be the wrong thing to do as it accidentally got some sauce on her nose, to which she scowled a little and threw the wrapper away and she felt a sudden wave of shyness take over her as Aaron was quick to wipe by her nose, “I don’t have very many people who stay — except for my family, I guess, but they don’t really have that much of a  choice — so I don’t know,” She looks up at him and it was only then that Aaron got a good look of her eyes that had a glimmer of both hope and sadness, “I’d really like for you to stay, Aar.”

“I’d like that too,” Came his immediate reply as he brought her into his warm embrace, tucking her head underneath his chin as he tried to get across every ounce of affection he had had for her, “I promise I’ll keep you close to me, sweetheart.”

Slightly detaching herself from his hold to take a good look on his face, she smiled up at him, “Have I ever mentioned that you’re one of the most handsome men in the world? If not the most? Like, inside and out,” She pulled away fully from his embrace and frowned as she recalled her statement, “No wait, I don’t think it works that way. Do you mind being called beautiful? I know some guys are uncomfortable with that. Or maybe I can call you a pretty boy?”

Shaking his head at her silly antics he just kissed her forehead and teased her, “I thought Aarbear was the nickname you had for me?”

“I guess that’s just one of the struggles for when you’re the most perfect man in the world, hm? Having too many options for a nickname since you’re everything good,” she giggled. 

Just as he was about to reply with some sort of a witty comeback, the shrill tone of his phone broke them out of their trance. Dread filled his gut immediately at the thought of a case whisking him away from a great date; he shot her an apologetic expression before saying, “Sorry,” And answering the phone and being pleasantly surprised that it was just Jess calling, “Jess? Is everything alright?”

Deciding to keep herself preoccupied while Aaron tends to his call, Y/N mindlessly grabbed for his free hand and slowly traced over the lines on his hand and smiled upon noticing how much larger his hand was and when she lined up her hand against his, she rubbed the skin of it and realised that she could get used to the warm feeling of his touch.

“I’m sorry about that, sweetheart,” Aaron apologised as he pocketed his phone and that seemed to break her out of her trance as she looked up at him and mirrored the small frown he was sporting, “That was Jess, she’s the aunt of my son. She said he awoke from a nightmare and won’t calm down. Apparently, he’s been asking for me and refuses to go back to sleep until he sees me.” 

“Then you should go to him,” Was her instant reply as she stood up on her feet and held out her hand for him to take, “Let’s go to your sweet boy, Aarbear.”

Taking her by the hand, he smiled at her as he led the way back to the car he decided to check in with her, “I’m sorry to spring this on you, sweetheart, but I’m a single father to a five year old.”

Upon being helped into the passenger seat she waited for Aaron to buckle himself in beside her before asking, “So what’s he like? And what’s his name?” The unit chief could not hold back the smile from how sincere she was in her curiosity. “Jack is a talented soccer player, he’s slowly getting into music and he can’t wait to audition for their spring play. I will say though he takes a lot of traits from his mom, which might be a good thing for him, honestly.”

Scoffing in offence, she gently scolded him, “Do not talk about yourself in that way, Aarbear! You’re smart, kind, funny, always keeping alert and all that. You have a lot of good qualities, you know.” There was a comfortable silence that took over for a few minutes before they were at a red light where it got Y/N thinking, “Wait, so if you have a son he has a mother, right?”

“I do believe that is how biology works, sweetheart,” His lighthearted joke was his attempt to soften the upcoming difficult conversation they were definitely going to have  in light of her recent discovery of his son. 

“Where is his mom then? Wait,” She panicked as she looked at him and gently held onto his forearm, “Oh God, please don’t tell me I’m making you cheat on your wife. That I’m not the other woman.”

Her somber pout while adorable made his heart clench as he realised she was concerned about what Haley meant to him as it shows how serious their relationship is to her. So he reached over the console and rubbed her knee comfortingly, “You’re not the other woman, sweetheart. Jack’s mother, Haley, is not in the picture.”

“Why not? Is she okay?”

Her kind nature came through once more and every time Aaron has a glimpse of it, it makes him feel like he’s in this trance-like dream where his dream woman came to life by merely manifesting it. “She unfortunately passed away. We had this unsub — bad guy — who went after me and my family.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Aar,” Y/N sympathized once Aaron was parking his car in their assigned stall. Once parked he looked at her and there was a slight tremble in his lips as he shared with her, “She was killed, and he was about to go after Jack but I was able to put a stop to it before doing so.”

“You saved Jack,” She reminded him of his heroic act as she smoother over his trembling lips with her thumb as she tried to comfort him the same way he did her everytime she nearly spiralled into overthinking negatively, “You didn’t kill Haley, the bad guy did. That’s not your fault, okay?”

Slightly rotating his head so he could press a quick kiss to her palm, he smiled at her, “Thank you for that reminder, sweetheart; I needed that.” 

Feeling the heat creeping up her cheeks she smiled too and grinned before gasping out, “Wait, we’re here already, right?” At his confirming hum, she then quickly said, “We need to get to your boy!”

Aaron found himself frowning not because their moment was cut short, but he was unable to open the door for her and escort her out of the vehicle. Upon reaching the elevator of the building, he noticed Y/N was bouncing on her heels as if she were nervous. Just as he was about to check in on her, the elevator had a soft ping and opened the doors to reveal that they were on their floor. Gently placing his hand behind her back, he led her to their apartment and he hated that his sweaty hands slightly dampened her dress; but she didn’t seem to mind it and instead unknowingly calmed him down by smiling brightly at him.

Upon entering their living space, Aaron could vaguely hear Jess keeping Jack occupied by talking to him. “Jack? Buddy? I’m home,” Aaron called out gently as he made his way by the hallway while Y/N settled by their couch as she didn’t want to intrude any more than she already had.

Almost instantly the sound of pitter patter of tiny feet, “Dad!” Jack ran towards his father’s embrace and Aaron opened his arms as he allowed his son to nuzzle into his neck and carry him. “How are you feeling, bud? Aunt Jess said you couldn’t go to sleep?”

He rubbed his eyes with his hands as he frowned, “Yes, had a nightmare, dad. I was so scared I couldn’t get back to sleep with you.” As Jack laid down his head on his father’s shoulder that’s when he noticed a pretty girl sitting. “Who is she, dad?”

Y/N smiled warmly as she waved, Aaron sat him and his son on the armchair near the sofa she was sitting at and mentioned, “This is Y/N, she’s my friend, Jack.”

“Nice to meet you, Jack,” She held out his hand for a shake and while she understood that kids are naturally shy, especially around people they’re unfamiliar with, she was thoroughly surprised when he shook her hand and had a shy smile on his cute little face.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Jack,” When he retracted his hand she took a good look at him before mentioning, “You look like a princess.”

Indulging him she then leaned a little closer and playfully whispered, “Don’t say it out loud, this princess just snuck out to meet with her prince.” Jack giggled at her silly reply and mirrored her actions and came a little closer, “And? Where is he? Did you get your happily ever after?”

“Not yet,” She replied as she shyly smiled and took a quick glance at Aaron, “The story isn’t done yet. But you do know what a princess needs? A knight of shining armour who can be her best friend! Can we be friends, Jack?”

Looking up at his father, he shot Aaron a questioning look and inquired, “I know Y/N’s your friend but can I be her friend too?” Feeling his heart warm up at the way how gentle and considerate Y/N was to Jack — knowing that she couldn’t automatically assume Jack will see her as a friend and instead she’d have to earn it — paired with Jack’s interest in getting to know her, he smiled down at his son as he steadied his grip on his growing toddler who seemed to be wiggling a little at the excitement of having a new friend, “I’m more than alright with that, Jack. But it’s up to you, okay, bud?”

Nodding at his father before facing Y/N once more, Jack showed her his toothy grin that came out every time his father told him a silly joke before concluding, “I’d love to be your knight friend, Y/N. Does that mean we’ll go on adventures?”

Giggling and clapping her hands in delight, Y/N nodded before calming down and saying, “We sure can, Sir Jack! But maybe after you’ve had a good night’s sleep? That way we both will be energised and ready for whatever adventure comes our way?”

Right on cue, Jack let out a little yawn that Aaron partially thought Y/N induced out of him by mentioning he had to sleep, “Okay, I can’t wait for our adventure already!”

“After a good night’s sleep, okay, bud? I’m gonna put you to bed now,” Jack didn’t fight his father much and instead curled his arms around his neck, signalling that he wanted to be carried back to bed. As Aaron stood up, Jack unclasped one of his hands and waved at Y/N and smiled, “Bye, princess Y/N.”

“Sweet dreams, Sir Jack.”

Once the two men disappeared into the hall, Jessica came into view and walked towards her. Taking initiative Y/N reached out for her hand and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Y/N. Aaron mentioned you were Jack’s aunt.” 

Shaking her hand, she confirmed, “Yeah, I’m Jessica. I’m Jack’s mom’s sister. Did he mention Haley to you?”

A sincere, sombre expression washed over her face as Y/N pulled Jess in for a hug, “He did, and I’m so sorry about what happened to her. From what he’s told me, Haley was such a lovely soul.” Noticing that Jess tensed slightly at the hug but relaxed because she didn’t realise how good a hug can be from someone earnest; which is why Jess was puzzled when they pulled away and Y/N had a frown. “I didn’t ask first before hugging you, sorry ‘bout that. My family did always say I was such a big hugger.”

“Don’t worry about it,” The blonde woman reassured her as she reached out and held Y/N’s hand, “I appreciated the hug and your kind words.” Beaming brightly at that, she looked down at their hands and her sharp eye couldn’t miss the blouse Jess was wearing and noticed, “Are you wearing Nanette Lepore?” Taking her aback, Jess then had her mouth open in surprise as she was unsure how to respond to that. Y/N, however, took this opportunity to babble on, “You have a good eye! She really shocked everyone when she revealed that her fall spring collection was mostly going to be perfumes but I was really excited to buy one, but shipping costs are a pain in the butt.”

“I’m sorry but our conversation took quite a turn here,” Jess tried to steer their conversation and Y/N smiled as she explained, “Oh sorry, I get so excited when the topic is fashion and all that. I work at a boutique, always thinking about designing my own clothes, but I don’t know.”

It was then that Aaron walked in the room, “Sorry for the delay, Jack requested quite a few stories tonight.” Placing a hand on his date’s shoulder and facing Jess with a tight-lipped smile, “Jess, I appreciate you looking out for Jack tonight. I was out on a date with Y/N earlier and I hope that it won’t  cause too much of an issue between us.”

Jess appreciated Aaron’s vulnerability at the moment as she knew how bad her brother-in-law’s mindset and confidence was following Haley’s passing. He was deep in his belief that he was unable to open up to someone and if he ever did, they’d walk out on him after having a good, long conversation with him. Reaching out to rub his forearm that she couldn't  help but notice was colder than usual before smiling, “I know, Aaron. And can I say just how lovely Y/N is.”

“Oh oh, before I forget,” Y/N reached for her bag and fished for something and made her way back over to them and handed a card to Jess, “Next time, please do swing by in the boutique. I’d love to give you some clothes that will really go well with your style! Plus, it’d be fun just chatting up with you and there’s a cute little cafe nearby too.”

Taking the calling card and looking at it first before pocketing it, Jess smiles as she hugs Aaron and gives the same affection to Y/N before parting ways, “I’ll definitely give you a call when I can swing by, okay? Enjoy your evening, guys.”

As she was putting on her coat and slinged her bag over her shoulder she looked at Aaron, “Oh and Aaron?” The man raised his eyebrows and just as he was about to ask what’s wrong Jess winked at her, “I think you found yourself a keeper.”

With that, Jess allowed the two lovebirds their privacy, the two snuggled with each other on the couch but just as they made each other comfortable Y/N looked up at Aaron and had another confused pout, “What did Jess mean when she said you found a keeper? Did you lose a tupperware container?”

Aaron chuckled lightly at her question before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and shrugged, “I’m not too sure too, sweetheart. I’ll ask her the next time she swings by.”

Deciding to let go of the topic, she then nuzzled her cheek into his chest as her hand mindlessly drew random shapes on his chest; it was Aaron that broke the silence by apologising, “I’m sorry our first date didn’t exactly go as planned. I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise.”

Looking up at him through her lashes she smiled at him and gently shook her head, “It’s okay, Aarbear. I had fun at the food truck festival. If I only knew I was going to be meeting sweet boy Jack, I’d buy him a few cotton candy flavours.”

“I’m sure your sweet personality made up for the lack of treats you gave him, sweetheart,” He tickled her sides gently to elicit giggles from her and when she did he wished he recorded it as it was such a joyous sound, “Besides, he will be looking forward to some princess-knight adventures you two will be having.”

“Is that okay with you though? I’ve read some stories where kids don’t like it when their parents date someone else. I don’t wanna come across as evil or anything,” She worried and now she stopped her movements and just looked at Aaron with worried eyes. 

This time it was Aaron who had his hand rubbing her back gently to coax her back into her relaxed state, “Sweetheart, I wouldn’t worry about that. Did you see how at ease Jack was when you were talking to him earlier? I don’t see any scenario where he would treat you unkindly and you to him.”

Nodding her head softly she then leaned against his shoulder once more as she said, “Okay, but if he ever tells me or you that he needs some space from me, I’m gonna do it. And you can’t stop me from doing it.”

Humming as a reply, Aaron appreciated how Y/N was respectful of Jack’s boundaries. They were basking in a comfortable silence before Y/N asked, “Did you really have a great time with me, Aar?”

“Of course,” Came his immediate reply, “Did I give the impression that I didn’t?” He felt calm when she gently shook her head and sighed out before sadly recollecting, “No, you didn’t. But I just went on dates before where it ended up with them just calling it a night right away. They’d mutter under their breath that they can’t handle being around me for any longer.”

Her quiet sniffles had him fearing that she thought this was how their relationship too was gonna go; choosing to reassure her, he lifted her chin with his hooked finger and looked serious yet loving as he spoke, “I’m sorry to hear you’ve been on terrible dates with terrible boys. But let me reassure you that I do not, in any way, think of you in that way. Can I tell you a secret?”

Looking at him with curious eyes she nodded as he took his queue to reveal to her, “You bring so much happiness and joy in my life. I don’t think you can ever be those mean things that they said. In fact, I think you’re all I could ever need and want.”

Having to bite back her smile as she tried to not show how his words affected her she smiled and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, “You’re too sweet to me, Aaron.” She bit her lip before continuing her train of thought, “Would it be too soon to say that I like you a lot? Like, I know it’s only been nearly two weeks since we’ve talked to each other but you make me so happy. Whenever I get a text from you I smile so wide, it even got to the point where Phoebe has to tell me to stop smiling and giggling too much because it might creep out other customers.”

Laughing along her story as she did so, he shook his head as he shared, “I feel what you mean, sweetheart. I have to be careful of my reactions everytime my phone rings because of you. Which is hard to do around profilers.”

“Wait, profilers? Is that the ones who try to understand the bad guys or the ones who just do the research on how to find the bad guy?”

Chuckling as he found her confusion unfortunately adorable he clarified, “We do a little bit of both, sweetheart.” She gasps out loud as she frowns, “You do both? That sounds exhausting!”

“Well thinking of you does make me feel less tired, sweetheart,” Rubbing her cheek softly as he took in her features led him to focus on her lips that he had thought about kissing ever since they met, “Would it be too soon if I told you I wanted to kiss you, sweetheart?”

“Not at all,” Came her instantaneous reply, “I’d love for you to kiss me, Aar.” 

And with her consent he gently pulled her in softly by the cheek, tightening his hold on her without hurting her and slanted his lips overs. Feeling her smile into the kiss as she held onto his shoulders, bringing him even closer to her. Their lips felt warm and like puzzles fitting into place, after both of their initial shyness they both opened their mouths and allowed their tongues to entangle in a sweet dance as their hands took in every part of themselves that were new to each other. 

The couple poured all of the unspoken feelings they both were too frightened to share — all the premature love and companionship — was made evident by their sweet kiss that felt natural. Despite her unwillingness to do so, she had to slowly detach herself from his lips as she had to gasp for breath. Her fingers ended up playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck and while she separated from his lips, she couldn’t pull away from his hair as she looked up at him, “That might be the best first kiss I’ve ever had with someone.”

Pleased with her conclusion, Aaron quickly littered sweet pecks all throughout her face before placing a long, loving kiss on her lips before nodding in agreement, “And the best part about it is that that’ll be just the first of our many kisses, sweetheart.”

[pretend-writer]

I Promise You (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Summary: Draco gets jealous of Y/N and Harry. 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Title Reference: I Promise You x Selena Gomez & The Scene

Word Count: 1165 words

Warning: swearing

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‘Good luck!’ I exclaimed as I hugged my boyfriend, Draco.

He smiled shyly, cheeks turning pink from embarrassment as I snuggled him in front of his teammates. I wouldn’t do it if he hated it but I knew that he loved the attention.

'Thank you.’ He kissed me on the cheeks and then picked up his broom. 'I’ll see you after the match.’

As we waved each other goodbye, I went back outside to meet up with Hermione and Ron. We’ve worked our way up to the stands, watching Grynfindor go up against Slytherin on the game of Quidditch.

Despite being the opposing team, I didn’t mind cheering for my boyfriend. I actually loved being his support system; It gave Draco the motivation to do better and all I want to do was be there for him.

The one thing I hated though was when Slytherin lost their matches. Draco would always come back in a terrible mood and no matter what I did, nothing cheered him up.

Unfortunately, that day came once again. It was always great for our house since Gryffindor got the win, Hermione and Ron was screaming and shouting as the match ended.

Draco on the other hand seemed upset since the final whistle blew, even far away in the stands his expressions were obvious.

Hermione screamed joyously and ran up to hug Harry as he came out of the locker room. 'You were amazing up there, like always.’

'Thanks, I had a great game. Haven’t performed that well in a while.’ Harry cheesed, his smile was so big it could light up the whole room.

After Hermione had pulled away, I went up for a hug next. 'I’m proud of you, best friend.’

'Glad you guys are always cheering for me.’ He gave a tight hug, 'You guys want to grab dinner?’

Pinching his cheeks, I giggled as I nodded my head. 'Of course, goofball. Same time as always aye?’

Harry playfully rolled his eyes, flicking my arm. 'I just won a game, be a bit respectful. ’

'Bloody hell, I swear you guys just hurt each other for fun.’ Ron shook his head.

'Ronald, if you want some pain all you have to do is ask.’ I smiled, taunting him as I motioned to tickle him.

His eyes widened, 'No. I’m more than okay, thanks.’

Hermione laughed, 'You guy-’

'Y/N.’ Draco said as he approached us from behind. He looked rather pissed off, which was never the case after he lost matches.

Usually, he was upset or rather sad whenever I met him after games. However this time around, it felt strange to see him act this way. Draco was annoyed and really angry, just as how he acted during Snape’s potion class.

'Are you alright?’ I asked, concerned about my boyfriend.

He kept a straight face, slowly nodding. 'Good.’

Ron, Hermione and Harry just stayed silent as I observed Draco. They knew that if they said one word, he would somehow be triggered as if he was a ticking bomb. Especially after Harry had beaten him on Quidditch, they knew not to mess around.

'You sure?’ I didn’t want to go any further with the details of why I felt suspicious. It could’ve resulted him in being even more pissy, if that was even possible.

Draco replied, 'Yes. I’m fine.’

'Okay.’ I said softly. Before I could say another word, he immediately grabbed onto my hand and intertwined our fingers.

He turned his face to the other side, as if he was hiding something from me. I didn’t quite understand where this was coming from since he never reacted this way in front of my friends.

Hermione awed, it was the first time seeing us like this together. 'That is so adorable. Malfoy, I didn’t know you had a soft side in you.’

Draco pulled me in closer towards him, gripping onto my hands tighter. He still looked really angry but his actions told me that he was being the cutest boyfriend ever.

'Uhm, I’ll see you at dinner then.’ Ron smiled nervously as he rapidly walked away from us.

'See ya.’ Harry quickly followed Ron down the hallway.

Watching Hermione catching up with the other two, I sighed. 'Wow they really left me. Great.’

'They could’ve left sooner.’ Draco mumbled, still sounding pissed.

I squinted my eyes, then put my hands on my hips. 'What are you mad about?’

He shrugged, 'Nothing. Just let it go.’

'You think I can’t tell when you lie? Try again, Malfoy.’

'Well-’ Draco rolled his eyes, 'Why do you and Potter always have to fight like that. It’s quite annoying, really.’

'Oh, no. We’re not actually fighting, we’re just play figh-’

He huffed and crossed his arms, showing even more frustration. 'I know you guys are play fighting. You two always are and that’s annoying.’

'It’s just the way our friendship works, I’m sorry.’ I didn’t know it offended him so much, I felt bad that it made him so angry.

'You two are constantly hanging out a lot and when you do, you guys are touching each other and I can’t stand it.’

My eyebrows rose, finally figuring out why he was acting so strange. 'Are you jealous?’

'Jealous of Potter? Why in the hell would I be?’ He shook his head as his face slightly started to turn pink.

I smiled widely, poking his chest and teasing him. 'Aw, I can tell you’re jealous. That’s really sweet babe.’

'Stop it, I am not!’ He tried swatting my fingers away but started to laugh as I continued to tease him.

'It’s okay to be, it’s normal.’ I hugged him, reassuring him and trying to make him feel better. 'Don’t worry though, I will never see him as more than a friend. I Promise You.’

'Hmm.’ Draco curled his lips, 'Prove it.’

'He has a crush on someone.’ I beamed, since this was a secret only I knew. Harry never told Hermione nor Ronald and it made me feel so special.

Pouting at my answer, Draco murmured. 'I was hoping for a kiss, really. I’d like to know though.’

'Ahh.’ I licked my lips, smirking at my boyfriend. 'Maybe I’ll tell you but you have to give me something first.’

'Aw, come on. You owe me after that whole shenanigan with Potter.’

I gasped, 'That’s not fair! You know he’s my best friend and I love you, not him.’

'Ugh, fine.’ He grabbed my chin and kissed me. 'Only because you said you love me.’

Giggling, I intertwined my hand with his. 'I do love you, a lot.’

'So tell me who Potter likes.’

'You know, I said maybe I’ll tell you.’ I grinned innocently.

'Wow, that was such manipulation. Totally not cool, Y/N.’ He chuckled as we started walking away from the locker room.

'Go ask him yourself. It’ll be cool if you guys became friends, too. Aw I’d love that.’

Draco laughed, 'Now that’s funny. In your dreams, baby.’