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babejinxy · 21 hours ago
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In love with you - part 3
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Pairing: Powder x fem!reader
Warnings: friends to lovers, SMUT, kissing, fluff
Synopsis: Powder had been your best friend for years, the two of you met when she was running from the cops when she and her brothers broke into and blew up an apartment in Piltover and you helped them escape. What you never imagined, is that the love of your life was always right there in front of you…
A/N: This is a fic about Powder from the alternate universe, it has nothing to do with Jinx.
🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.
Part 1 Part 2
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You went after Powder who was leaving the last drop, “hey Powder, wait a minute”, you called her and she stopped looking at you with a frown and crossed her arms. “Look, I'm sorry okay? I should have told you, I know you're mad but…”, you didn't have time to finish because she interrupted you, “I'm not just mad, I'm upset too… why...Why her Y/n?”. She actually wanted to ask, “Why anyone else and not me?”, but she held herself back, she wasn’t ready for that, maybe she was too scared for that.
What would you tell her? That you still loved Cait? Maybe you did, or did you think so? Would you say that you were confused and didn't really know how you felt, or would you just say that you couldn't be alone for too long? Yes, your best friend knew all of this, she knew about your potential to easily give yourself to anyone because... because you had this fear of ending up alone, this fear of not being good for anyone, the fucking fear that no one would ever be able to love you.
“I went out with her last week, we went out to dinner and then we went to her house, it’s just… a casual encounter is no big deal.” If you knew how you were breaking Powder’s heart into a million little pieces at that moment, you would definitely condemn yourself.
“It’s not a big deal?”, she said perplexedly opening her arms, “Y/n we’re talking about the girl who cheated on you, she hurt your feelings, if you don’t remember how you felt at the time I do, I comforted you… your whole life I was the one who was by your side and not her, I’m the person who would never leave you alone, never”.
You approached her and held her hands, “I know and that’s why I’m so grateful to have you in my life, you’re my best friend Pow Pow, I love you and I don’t know what I would do without you.” She squeezed your hands in hers, knowing that you loved her in some way meant a lot to her. “I just want to see you happy, I don't like Caitlyn sorry honey, but I don't like her especially after what she did to you.” You started to wonder, “why is it so hard to find someone like Powder?”, someone like her would never hurt you, she was wonderful, but she was your best friend.
“You know Y/n, you deserve someone who likes you just the way you are, someone who knows how to value you, someone who knows how lucky they are to have you, you know someone who… who wakes up every fucking day and says “holy shit, I’m dating Y/n and no one else in the world is that lucky only me”, do you understand that?”.
You felt like crying. Powder always made you feel special. She was the only person who made you see your own worth. You held back your tears and pulled her into a tight hug. You felt her wrap her arms around your waist and hold you close. She was so close to your face, she just needed to move a little more and her lips would be on yours.
You pulled away from her, “Thank you for that, sometimes I need someone to remind me of that.”
“Yes, I know… and I’ll always be here to make sure you don’t forget.” She smiled and caressed your cheek with her thumb. fuck she wanted so badly to drag you to the dark corner and kiss you right now, maybe you would kiss her back, maybe you two would reveal your feelings, then she would take you to her house and taste you, maybe she would…
“Oh there you are,” Ekko’s voice took her out of her reverie and you looked at him - who you soon noticed was sad - Powder rolled her eyes and put her hands on her waist, he always appeared to interrupt the moment and that was already making her irritated.
Ekko approached you and held out his hand handing you a piece of paper folded in half. “Someone wants me to give this to you,” he said, his voice still dejected, he didn’t look at Powder once. You took the paper and frowned, “what is this?” you asked. “I have no idea, a guy asked me to give this to you, and before you ask, I don’t know who the guy is either, I’ve never seen him around here before.”
You were a little confused, curious and at the same time worried that this could be something serious, but Powder knew exactly what it was, some guy at the bar flirting with you and wanting to buy you a drink, how she wished she could tell all of them that you were not available because you were hers. “Well, good night girls,” Ekko walked away from you two and continued on his way with his head down.
You ignored the note for a second and looked at your friend, “You dumped him, right?” You were referring to Ekko. She shrugged, “Sort of… but he wasn’t like this when we got here.” You curled your lips, “So what happened?” She had a hunch that maybe he noticed her advances on you, but she couldn’t tell you that.
“You really don’t like him, do you?” you asked curiously. “He’s just my friend, the fact that I went out with him once doesn’t change anything… wouldn’t you go out with any of your friends?” You didn’t quite understand the question, you didn’t know if she wanted you to answer or if it was just a rhetorical question. In fact this was just a way to know what you would say even though she was afraid of the answer.
You thought for a second, you never went out with any of your friends, maybe because you liked them just as friends, maybe you just needed to think a little more or just look at Powder right in front of you before saying what you said. “I wouldn’t go on a date with any of my friends, those things rub the friendship”.
Powder felt a tightness in her heart, maybe after that the best thing to do was for her to try to get over you and have you just as her best friend, but how would that be possible when you were her dream? And every day that passed, this passion for you only grew and took over her every second she spent by your side. “Well, I guess it depends on how both feel about each other,” she said finally.
“Yeah, maybe… I mean… no,” you closed your eyes, getting confused about your words, “I don’t think it’s that simple… anyway, let’s see what’s here?” you said, opening the piece of paper in your hands as quickly as possible, ignoring your heart beating erratically once again. Of course you blamed it on your anxiety to read what was written on the note Ekko handed you.
You unfolded the paper and Powder approached you to read what was written, you read it out loud, “Hey pretty girl, I've been eyeing you all night, can I buy you a drink?”, you were holding back from laughing, Powder on the other hand, wasn't very comfortable with it, “if you accept, I'm the guy sitting alone at the table on the right corner, I'll wait for you”.
You looked at your friend and laughed, “These guys don’t know when to stop,” she said crossing her arms. “Oh come on, you’re just jealous because I got the note and you didn’t,” you laughed, mocking her. “Pssh, as if,” she said, pushing your arm away slowly. “He might be cute,” you said, looking at the note. Powder felt her body boil with jealousy, but she held herself back. “Do you want to go back there and see if he’s still there? If he is, I won’t judge him.” As she said this, her eyes widened and she looked at you from the corner of her eyes, a chill ran down her spine, how could she have let that out loud?
You looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, “Of course not,” you said, crumpling the note and throwing it behind you somewhere. “Tonight I want to have fun with my best friend, without any disloyal ex-girlfriends or barflirts, just you and me… our sleepover, remember?” You held out your hand to her. Surely if she could, she would grab you and kiss you right now. But instead, she took your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours.
“Part three of the night: braids in your hair,” you said laughing. “Okay, you’re silly,” she said pulling you closer to her, wrapping her arms around your waist…
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It's been three days since the day you went to the movies with Powder and Ekko. You've had time to think about what Powder had said about Cait and you've been ignoring her calls ever since. Today was Saturday, the day of the party in Zaun at The Last Drop. You got ahead on your academy work and told your parents that you couldn't attend their party because you had work to finish.
It was night and you were finishing getting ready for the party when your hexphone vibrated and it was a message from Cait, you read it in the notification bar,
“Hey princess, sorry to be insistent, but I'm not going to give up on you... I'm sorry for what I did to you, I can fix things, give me a chance to change everything. Please give us a second chance. Are you going to your parents' party? I hope so! I need to see you! I still love you baby, don't forget that.”
You couldn’t say it didn’t affect you. Powder was right in what she said before, but what if Cait had changed? What if she really still loved you? People make mistakes and fuck things up, but they’re also capable of change, aren’t they?
For a minute you thought you could go to your parents’ party to talk to Cait. But then you looked at the picture frame on your dresser that held a picture of you and Powder and you knew in that exact moment that she was the one you were supposed to be with tonight. You didn’t know why you felt this way, or why your heart was beating so fast inside your chest. You and Powder had been friends for years and you had been with her countless times, but tonight felt different. You didn’t know why, but you felt like you had to be with her.
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You went to Powder's workshop - where you knew she would be - and found her in front of the mirror grumbling about not being able to get her eyeliner right, she didn't even notice you had come in.
“Do you need help with that?” She immediately looked in your direction and glanced at your short white layered mini skirt and your low-cut silver top that really showed off your beautiful round breasts. “Damn,” she thought.
You approached her and took the eyeliner pen from her hand, “ok, head up, eyes closed,” you said standing between her legs - she was sitting on a stool in front of the mirror - she did as you said and you held her face while you applied the eyeliner to her right eye.
She was clasping her hands together, she wanted to hold your waist, in fact she wanted you to sit on her lap while you fixed her makeup, she had dreamed about this so many times. Your soft tickle on her skin, your scent taking over the entire space, fuck she just couldn't take it anymore. Then she raised her hands and held your waist and you didn't care at all.
“Ok, I think this is good, you like it?”, you got out from between her legs and she took her hands off your waist, turning on the stool to look at herself in the mirror. “I couldn’t have done it better,” she said, admiring her eyeliner—now perfect—thanks to you.
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Arriving at the party, you two joined Claggor and Mylo. ​​“Hey, Y/n, I’m glad you came,” Mylo said, laughing awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck. “So… do you want to dance? Or have a drink?” Before you could answer, Claggor elbowed him and then looked at Powder furtively. Mylo had irritated her, in every way, since they were kids. Of course she loved him, but to her he was a jerk and she knew he had no chance with you, so she wasn't bothered by his advances towards you. “Maybe later,” you finally replied.
You looked around and saw Gert passing by carrying a tray with drinks, your gaze met hers and she gave you a mischievous smile, you smiled back and looked down, you thought she was a very pretty girl.
After a while, Powder went to talk to Vender and you were alone for only half a minute until you heard a female voice behind you, “I thought it was impossible for a girl like you to not be accompanied, but since you're not, lucky for me then”, you turned around and came face to face with Gert. “Be careful, I might be alone for a reason,” you said smiling. “What reason?” she asked, tilting her head and looking from your lips to your eyes. “I might be a heartless lunatic who hurts everyone I come into contact with,” you joked. She curled her lips, “You’re worth the risk, doll,” she said, grabbing a strand of your hair.
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While you flirted with Gert, Powder leaned against the counter and watched you smiling and letting Gert touch your arms, hair, hands... every party ended like this, you met someone, started dating that person and it wouldn't last more than three months and you would suffer from the lack of someone you didn't even like that much just to make up for the lack of self-love that you should have and didn't have or for the fear of ending up alone.
She wished didn't love you so much, she wanted to see you as just her best friend, but you were so much more than that and it hurt her every day. If you only knew that these people would never love you like she does...
Powder was so distracted looking at you that she didn't notice when Vender leaned next to her on the counter, but he was inside. "Why don't you ask her to dance?" he asked, making the blue-haired girl jump in fright. “What? No! Why would I do that?”, she said, frowning in an attempt to hide it. Vender smiled, “I know that look, you like her.” Powder’s heart could jump out of her mouth at any moment. “She’s my best friend, of course I like her,” she laughed nervously. “Powder…”, she took a deep breath, she knew there was no point in denying it, Vender knew.
“Is it that obvious?”, she asked, still looking at you. “Why don’t you tell her?”, she took her eyes off you and looked at Vender with a frown, “Are you crazy?” Vender she is my best friend, if I tell her she’ll get weird and we won’t be friends anymore, I can’t lose her.” Vender sighed, looked at you and then said, “Look Powder, if she really is your friend nothing will change that. Nothing is more important than a friendship and you not wanting to tell her that you love her for fear of losing the friendship between you proves that. But I still think she should know, you should know… she might feel the same way about you, isn’t she worth it? Isn’t she worth the risk?” Powder didn’t answer, she just remained thoughtful and looked back at you.
She thought that maybe Vender was right, it was time to tell you. And seeing Gert getting closer and closer to you encouraged her even more. “Vender, give me a drink,” she said without taking her eyes off you. Vender smiled and handed her a glass of alcohol. She drank it all in one gulp and then looked at Vender smiling, he patted her arm encouragingly, “now go talk to her…”
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silverstar70 · 2 days ago
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Fandom: Criminal minds Character: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader
Author's note: English isn't my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.
Summary: Helping Hotch turned into something more.
Warnings: 🔞‼️ established relationship, smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, finger fucking, orgasm edging, praise kink, consensual sex, domestic fluff, comfort.
Words count: 6,415k Hope you like it! Enjoy it!
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The sharp tang of antiseptic filled the air as Aaron Hotchner stepped out of the bathroom, his right shoulder swaddled in bandages. The bullet had been removed successfully the week before, but the ache still lingered. He hated being out of commission, even temporarily. Hotch was a man of routine and discipline, and this forced rest grated on his nerves.
Y/N watched him from the couch, her gaze softening as she took in his stiff posture and the dark circles under his eyes. She’d insisted on taking a few weeks off to help him recover, knowing that even if injured he was unwilling and too stubborn to admit he needed help. And Hotch, of course, was the epitome of stubbornness.
“How’s the shoulder?” she asked, setting aside the book she’d been pretending to read.
“Fine,” he replied curtly, his voice clipped. He didn’t like talking about his injuries, much less admitting to any discomfort. But she noticed the slight wince as he adjusted his sling.
“Liar,” she teased, standing up and walking over to him. “You’re terrible at hiding it, you know.”
He gave her a pointed look, but she only smiled, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I’m fine, Y/N,” he repeated, softer this time.
“Sure you are.” She reached out and smoothed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Have you eaten?”
He hesitated, and that was already an answer. Y/N sighed, her hands finding her hips. “Aaron, you need to take care of yourself. And that includes eating something more substantial than coffee.”
“I’ll make something later,” he said, brushing past her toward the bedroom. “I just need a minute.”
She let him go, knowing better than pushing too hard. But she considered preparing a proper meal anyway. She’d learned to read between the lines with him—her training and years of knowing him came in hand with situations like that.
*
The next morning, Y/N woke to the sound of muffled cursing from the bathroom. She frowned when she realized the bed near her was empty, before padding toward the door. It was ajar, and through the crack, she saw Hotch standing in front of the mirror, razor in hand.
“Hotch,” she called, pushing the door open. He froze, his jaw tightening as he met her gaze in the mirror. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t turn, though she saw the faintest flicker of guilt in his reflection. “Shaving,” he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“With your left hand?”
He paused for half a second before continuing, his movements slow and deliberate. “I’m left-handed.”
“You shave with your right hand” she corrected, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward him.
He sighed but didn’t look at her. “It’s fine. I’ve got it under control.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow as she watched him attempt another pass with the razor. His fingers were steady, but the angle was awkward, and the strain on his face told Y/N all she needed to know.
“Of course, you have,” she said, drawing out the words.
The sentence was cut short by a muffled curse as the razor nicked the skin just below his cheekbone and a bead of blood welled up instantly.
“Damn it,” he muttered, finally setting the razor down on the edge of the sink.
She couldn’t help but laugh. It was soft and affectionate, but it earned her a sharp look from him in the mirror. “It’s not funny,” he grumbled.
“It’s a little funny,” Y/N said, stepping closer. She plucked the razor from his hand before he could protest and reached for the hand towel hanging by the sink. “Why didn’t you ask for help?”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” he muttered, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment.
Y/N shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Aaron, you’re recovering from a gunshot wound. Helping you isn’t a bother.” She grabbed a damp cloth and gently wiped away the blood. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I didn’t think it would be this hard. I’m used to doing things myself.”
“I know,” she said, her tone light but her eyes warm. “Let me help. Sit.”
He hesitated, but the look she gave him left no room for argument. Reluctantly, he perched on the edge of the bathtub. Y/N lathered up a fresh shaving cream, her movements precise and deliberate.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked dryly as she tilted his chin up.
“Immensely,” she replied, her lips twitching. “It’s not every day I get to see SSA Hotchner at my mercy.”
He huffed a quiet laugh, the sound low and warm. “Just don’t nick me.”
She worked carefully, her fingers steady as she guided the razor over his jawline. The intimacy of the moment didn’t pass on either of them. Her touch was gentle but firm, and he found himself relaxing under her care.
“You have too much pride sometimes,” she murmured as she rinsed the razor.
“I’ve been told that before,” he admitted.
“Well, consider this your lesson in humility.” She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. “And don’t worry, I’ll only tease you about it a little.”
“A little?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow.
She grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Okay, maybe a lot.”
His expression softened, and he reached up with his good hand to brush a strand of hair from her face. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Moments like this, when Aaron let his guard down completely, were rare and precious.
“You know,” you said after a moment, breaking the silence, “I think I like you with a little scruff.”
His eyebrows rose. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm,” Y/N said, leaning in a little closer as she worked on his jawline. “Makes you look rugged.”
He huffed out a quiet laugh. “You have a type, then?”
“Oh, definitely,” she teased. “Brooding, stubborn, impossible men who can’t ask for help even when they’re bleeding.”
He smirked, the expression making his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Sounds familiar.”
“It should,” Y/N shot back, her tone light.
She tilted his chin to the side, her fingers brushing against the warm skin of his neck. The movement was casual, but it sent a thrill through her and wondered if he felt it too.
“All done,” she said after a few more careful passes with the razor. Y/N stepped back, wiping the blade clean before setting it down. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
He looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite name. “Thank you,” he said, his voice quiet but sincere.
Y/N smiled, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Anytime.”
Her gaze met his, and the air between them shifted subtly. The playful banter faded, replaced by a palpable tension that thrummed with unspoken words. Y/N’s cheeks flushed under his intense scrutiny, and she tried to look away, but he tugged her closer, his grip firm yet tender.
“Aaron,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t respond immediately, instead, he stood, guiding Y/N backward until her hips bumped against the edge of the bathroom counter. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that started soft but deepened with each passing second.
Y/N tangled her fingers in his hair, her touch gentle yet eager as her nails scraped lightly against his scalp. He groaned softly into her mouth, the sound vibrating between them and sending a shiver down her spine.
“Aaron,” she whispered, her voice breathless as she broke the kiss, her lips brushing his in the barest of movements.
His dark eyes met hers, the heat in them unmistakable. He wasn’t just looking at her—he was consuming her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice soft but steady, her fingers trailing lightly down his jawline.
His response was immediate, his hand sliding to her waist, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her shirt. “I’m sure,” he murmured, his tone rough with want.
He leaned in again, his lips finding hers with hunger. The kiss was anything but tentative now, his good hand slipping under her top to trace the curve of her waist. His fingers were warm and firm against her skin, sending sparks of heat coursing through her.
Y/N gasped softly as his touch ventured higher, his thumb grazing the edge of her ribcage. Y/N pulled back slightly, her breath mingling with his as her eyes searched his face. “Your shoulder,” she said, her tone laced with concern.
“Babe.” He called out, his voice, low and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine. His dark eyes locked onto hers, holding her in place as he cupped her face with his good hand.
“Shut up and let me take care of you.”
Her lips parted, but no protest came. The intensity in his gaze left no room for argument, only trust. She nodded faintly, and his expression softened, his thumb brushing over her cheek.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured before capturing her lips again.
Her heart fluttered at his words as a shiver ran through her spine. The kiss grew more heated, a fire kindling between them that was impossible to ignore. Hotch’s hand slid up her back, pulling her closer as best as he could without straining his injured shoulder.
Her fingers slipped into his hair, tugging lightly as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. T
“Oh, God,” she breathed as his lips left hers, trailing down the column of her neck. He paused at the hollow of her throat, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin.
She gripped the counter behind her for support, her legs feeling unsteady as his kisses grew bolder. Her pajama top rode up further as his hand traveled upward, fingers tracing the dip of her waist and the curve of her ribcage.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against her skin, the words raw and honest.
Her heart swelled at the confession, her body responding with a wave of warmth that made her press closer to him. She could feel the heat of his body through his pajama top, the fabric stretched slightly across his broad chest.
“Let me see you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly pushed the fabric up, exposing inch after inch of her skin. She took her time, his gaze never leaving hers as she lifted the shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor.
His eyes roamed her body, darkening with appreciation. “Perfect,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
She felt the blush rise to her cheeks but didn’t look away. His hand slid to the small of her back, guiding her against him as he pressed his hips to hers. The hard edge of the counter pressed into her lower back, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was the way his body felt against hers, the heat radiating from him like a furnace.
She let out a soft gasp. “Aaron,” she breathed, her voice trembling with a mixture of desire and restraint.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against her skin, though the words were tinged with a hunger that betrayed his own struggle to hold back.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her hands sliding down to his chest.
His lips found hers again with no hesitation. The kiss was searing, their breaths mingling as the world outside the bathroom faded away. Y/N’s hands roamed over his t-shirt, careful to avoid his injured shoulder.
Hotch’s hand slipped over her waist, his fingers skimming along her side, igniting a trail of warmth. She shivered at his touch, her body instinctively arching toward him. The tension between them built steadily, the air thick with desire and unspoken need.
Aaron’s hands, strong and deliberate, roamed her body as if memorizing every curve. Her breath hitched when his fingers teased the waistband of her pajama pants, toying with the fabric. He gently tugged the pants and underwear down over her hips. She shifted to help him, the soft cotton falling at her feet.
“Up,” he murmured, his voice a gravelly command as he gestured to the counter behind her.
She instinctively hopped up onto it, her legs parting to accommodate him as he stepped between them. The cool surface of the countertop against her thighs was a stark contrast to the heat between them.
He stood before her, eyes darkened with desire, his breath shallow as he took in the sight of her. His gaze was hungry, but tender at the same time.
"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and full of admiration. His good hand cupped her face, pulling her lips to his in a soft kiss.
Her fingers ran through his hair, tugging him closer. She wanted him, needed him, and she could feel the way he responded—his body leaning into hers, his hand moving lower as if it had a mind of its own. His hard cock pressed against her core made her wetter by the second.
She was breathless as Aaron pulled away from her lips, moving down her neck.
“You’re perfect,” Aaron murmured, his voice thick with desire.
She felt the warmth of his chest against her bare skin, and her hands slid to his shoulders, urging him forward as she tilted her head back, her throat exposed to him, to give him better access.
His hand found its way down her body, brushing over her curves, making her shiver under his touch. He was always so deliberate, so careful, but that morning, there was an undeniable urgency in his every movement. His fingers teased her inner thigh before brushing against her wet clit, making her gasp.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "So wet, just for me."
She let out a soft moan, clutching him as if he were the only thing holding her together. "Aaron..." Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with need, a sound of complete surrender.
“Be patient,” he said, his tone soft but firm. “I want to enjoy this and I’m not going to rush.”
His fingers traced deliberately slow circles over her clit, never pressing enough to give her what she wanted. Her knuckles gripped harder onto the counter, almost turning white. He was torturing her and God if she loved it.
The words made her pulse race, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to hold on. But when his fingers finally dipped lower, just enough to press gently, teasing the sensitive skin, she couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped her lips.
“Please, Aaron…” she whispered, her voice shaky, the need in her tone undeniable.
He paused, just for a second, and looked down at her with that same commanding intensity. "What do you want, babe?" His thumb circled lazily, not quite where she needed it but enough to send a wave of heat coursing through her body.
"I want you," she said, her voice low, a confession and a plea in one.
Aaron said nothing, he simply watched her. His fingers still teasing and circling, his thumb pressing softly against her. The teasing rhythm was enough to leave her aching, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took.
Finally, his fingers slid deeper, pressing firmly as her back arched in relief, her hands grabbing desperately at his forearms. His thumb moved in a rhythm that made her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in quiet gasps as the tension in her body finally started to unravel.
The room was filled with the sound of her breathing, the rhythm of his fingers as they worked her closer to the edge. She couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her, her body jerking with the pressure of it all.
“Oh, God.” She moaned breathless.
Aaron’s lips were at her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “That’s it, babe. Let go for me.”
His words sent a shudder through her, the combination of his touch and his voice breaking her completely. She felt herself tensing, the wave of pleasure building, until it crashed through her, sending her head back against the bathroom mirror with a soft thud.
“Aaron” she gasped.
He didn’t stop, his fingers still moving slowly, keeping her right on the edge as she shivered beneath him. He watched her, his eyes dark with hunger, the faintest of smiles on his lips. He waited until the aftershocks of her release passed until she was breathless and trembling before he finally pulled his hand away.
“Good?” he asked softly, his thumb wiping across her damp skin.
Y/N nodded, still catching her breath, her hands weakly resting on his chest as she tried to steady herself. “God, Aaron…”
His smile softened, and he kissed her gently on her forehead, the heat of his earlier teasing replaced with a tenderness that made her heart swell.
Y/N, breathless and still caught in the aftershock of the moment, took a moment to recover. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to catch her breath, the heat of Aaron’s touch still lingering on her skin.
But just as she thought the intensity might finally ease, his voice broke through her thoughts—low, commanding, and dripping with that familiar edge of dominance that always sent a thrill through her.
"I'm not done with you."
Y/N’s pulse skipped a beat, her heart racing again as she met his gaze. There was a fire in his eyes, an unmistakable hunger that made her shiver with anticipation.
Before she could react, he dropped to his knees, his gaze never leaving hers as he slowly and deliberately ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, making her skin burn with his touch. His fingers grazed just lightly over her, teasing and barely there, but enough to make her body ache for more.
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she looked down at him, a mix of shock and desire coursing through her. "Aaron..." she started, her voice shaky with the rush of emotions flooding her. She tried to steady herself, but her legs felt weak, trembling from the intense sensations still coursing through her.
"Shh," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes, dark with desire, flicked up to hers before he leaned in closer, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the inside of her thighs.
The sensation of his mouth against her was electrifying, the warmth of his breath on her sensitive skin making her pulse quicken.
He kissed her slowly at first, savoring the taste of her, but soon the pressure increased as he licked and sucked with urgency. Her hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer, her body writhing beneath his touch.
“God,” she gasped, her hips bucking instinctively, seeking more.
He obliged, his movements growing more confident, more purposeful, as he expertly drove her higher. Her breath came in short, broken bursts, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge.
“Please,” she begged, her voice desperate.
His lips pressed closer to her, teasing her. She shivered, arching her back instinctively, the desperate need to feel him deeper overwhelming her. His breath tickled her skin, and he took his time, savoring the moment, enjoying every part of her.
"That's my girl," he said softly, his voice a soothing contrast to the growing tension between them. "Let me hear you, baby. Tell me what you want."
Her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, her hands gripping him tighter. "Please," she pleaded, her voice raw with desire. “I need you.”
He didn’t waste any more time. His lips parted, and he kissed her, his tongue flicking out as he pressed the tip against her. The sensation was enough to make her gasp, her body reacting to the instant heat of his touch.
“That's it,” Aaron murmured as his lips and tongue worked in tandem, his hand holding her steady, guiding her deeper into the sensation. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
Each flick of his tongue, each long drag, sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, overwhelming her senses. Y/N's hands gripped the counter harder, her fingers twisting into the edge as the world around them seemed to blur.
“God, Aaron,” she gasped, her hips lifting to meet the rhythm of his movements. Y/N could feel the familiar tension building again, the sweet pressure coiling tight inside of her as he kept her on the edge, pulling her closer to the release she desperately needed.
He responded with a low, satisfied hum, the sound vibrating against her skin and making her body shiver. He moved faster, his tongue working on her relentlessly, and just as she felt yourself breaking apart, she called out his name—loud and needy.
“Aaron!” she moaned loudly as her release hit her.
Her body shuttered as waves of pleasure consumed her, her breath coming in short gasps. It was overwhelming, the way he made her feel, the way he could take her to the edge with just the touch of his lips. When she finally came down from high, her body was still trembling.
He pulled away and stood again between her legs, his dark eyes searching hers. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing over her hip as he checked in, his concern for her still present despite his own desire.
She nodded, a shaky smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I’m more than okay,” she breathed out, her chest still heaving.
Aaron’s hands cupped her face, his expression tender as he kissed her gently. His prominent erection, pressed against her, caught her eye as she bit her lower lips at the feeling.  Her hands trailed up his chest, fingers brushing over the firm muscle of his abs, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat under her touch. Her eyes locked with his and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
“I want you, Aaron,” she said, her voice thick with need. “Now.”
She reached for the waistband of his pajama pants. Aaron’s gaze never wavered, though his breath hitched at the sensation of her hands on him. He looked down at her, watching with intensity, a quiet chuckle escaping him. “You’re determined, aren’t you?”
“Always,” she replied with a playful smile.
She pulled him closer as he kissed her again—deeply, passionately. His hands slid down her body, his touch slow but deliberate, his palms warm against her skin. She melted under his touch, her heart racing as she felt him pull away for just a moment.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. With her help, he pulled off his T-shirt and pants, leaving him standing before her in nothing but his boxers. She took a moment to admire his body, not defined by a six-pack, but still undeniably strong, lean muscle that spoke of years of training.
She ran her gaze over him, noting the slight curve of his chest and the muscle definition that was evident but not overbearing. His arms were powerful, veins tracing their way down his forearms. Her eyes paused at the scars scattered across his chest—marks from past cases, injuries that had shaped but didn’t define him.
He caught her gaze and immediately tensed, self-conscious as he always was when it came to his scars.
“Don’t,” she said gently, her fingers tracing the edge of a scar that ran diagonally across his skin. She silenced any protests with a soft kiss, pressing her lips against his before he could say anything.
Her hands roamed over his shoulders, down to his arms, and she felt the tension begin to melt from his body as she kissed him deeper. She could feel the steadiness of his heartbeat under her fingertips, the warmth of his skin, and it made her own pulse quicken.
She smiled softly, her hands moving lower, down his back, and over the waistband of his boxers. The way he tensed beneath her touch was both endearing and exhilarating, a reminder that even someone as composed and controlled as Aaron Hotchner wasn’t immune to her.
“Relax,” she teased, her tone light as her fingers hooked into the fabric, slowly guiding it down.
He chuckled low in his throat, shaking his head. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured, but the affection in his voice was unmistakable.
“What a way to go.” She shot back, leaning in to capture his lips, leaving no room for argument.
The boxers slipped to the floor, and she took a moment to appreciate him fully, her hands sliding along his sides, her touch firm but tender. Her gaze met his, and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.
“Come here,” she said softly, her voice thick with need as she tugged him closer, holding his head between her hands and crushing his lips into hers. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him against her.
He kissed her hungrily, like his life depended on it. His good hand slid down her back to steady her against him. The strength of his touch, the closeness of their body, ignited a fire within her that burned hotter with every moment.
“Aaron,” she gasped as his lips left hers, trailing down her jawline, her neck, the hollow of her throat.
His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. She arched into him, her body responding instinctively to his touch, her breath catching as he found the sensitive spots that made her tremble.
Slowly, he guided himself into her, his movements deliberate and careful. She gasped at the sensation, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely, the warmth and closeness leaving her dizzy.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “That’s my good girl.”
Her breath hitched at his words, her body arching into him as her thighs tightened around his waist. His lips found hers again as he began to move, each thrust measured and precise.
The rhythm he set was slow but intense, his focus entirely on her, watching her every reaction as he adjusted his angle to draw soft moans from her lips. His good hand gripped her waist, steadying her as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice commanding yet tender.
She obeyed, her gaze locking onto his, the intensity in his dark eyes stealing what little breath she had left. Her head tilted back as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. Every part of her body was sensitive to him, each touch sending sparks of heat racing through her. His praise was a balm to her racing heart, grounding her as the pleasure mounted.
"Good girl," he whispered again, his voice growling against her skin. “You’re so responsive for me. So perfect.”
His hands moved to her hips, guiding her slightly as he continued, his focus completely on her. Every kiss, every thrust, sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. She could barely breathe, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.
“Aaron...” she gasped again, the word coming out in a broken breath.
His lips brushed against her ear, his voice a low, commanding growl. “Not yet, baby.”
Her breath hitched, her body trembling as his words sent another wave of heat spreading through her. He adjusted his angle slightly, his good hand gripping her waist with a firmness that made her toes curl.
“You can hold on for me,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against hers. “I know you can.”
The intensity of his gaze left her breathless, her muscles tightening around him as she tried to obey. He slowed his rhythm, teasing her with shallow thrusts that left her aching for more.
“Aaron,” she whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair as she clung to him. “Please.”
“Patience, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “I want you to feel everything.”
Her body shuddered at his words, the tension inside her building to an almost unbearable level. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, his movements finally resuming their steady pace.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her lips, his voice filled with quiet reverence. “That’s my good girl.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths mingling with his as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He smiled against her skin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her.
“God, Aaron,” a cry escaped her lips as her body tightened around him. “Please.”
He groaned softly, his restraint wavering as he watched her, completely undone beneath him. “Alright, baby,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Now. Let go for me.”
The words were her breaking point. Her body arched against his, her cry muffled against his shoulder as the tension snapped and pleasure surged through her in powerful waves. Her thighs tightened around him, her entire body trembling as she surrendered to the release he’d kept her waiting for.
“Aaron!” she cried out, her back arching as waves of pleasure ripped through her.
He continued his ministrations, drawing out every last wave of pleasure from her as she trembled under his touch.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his hand stroking her back soothingly as he held her close. “That’s my good girl. So beautiful when you come undone like that.”
Her breath came in shallow gasps as she clung to him, her head resting against his chest as the aftershocks of her release rippled through her. He didn’t stop moving and quickened his pace as the overwhelming warmth of her release drew him closer to his own edge. His jaw clenched, his breathing heavy as he fought to maintain control, savoring every second of her.
“Aaron,” she whispered, her voice soft and pleading as her hands slid down his forearms. Her touch was electrifying as her fingers dug into his skin. “Cum for me,” she murmured, her voice tender and grounding.
The combination of her words and the way her body fit so perfectly around him was his undoing. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as his body tensed.
“God, Y/N,” he rasped, his voice breaking as he finally let go.
The release hit him hard, a deep groan escaping his lips as his movements stilled, his body shuddering against hers. The tension that had been coiled so tightly in him unraveled all at once, leaving him trembling in her arms.
She held him through it, her fingers stroking his damp hair, her lips pressing soft kisses to his temple. His grip on her hip loosened slightly, his hand sliding up her back in a soothing caress as he tried to catch his breath.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his dark eyes filled with adoration. They stayed like that for a long moment, as their breaths slowed down in the quiet of the bathroom. Slowly, Aaron lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting hers with a softness that made her heart skip a beat.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “So beautiful.”
Her arms slid around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his warmth against hers. "I love you," she whispered against his lips, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I love you, too," he said.
He kissed her again, soft and tender, his lips molding to hers as if he wanted to savor the moment. It wasn’t hurried, not this time. They reluctantly pulled apart, resting their foreheads against each other.
She pulled away after a moment, her hand resting on his chest. “How’s your shoulder?” she asked, her voice soft with concern, her fingers grazing the sling that hung from his arm.
Aaron winced slightly, but only for a moment before he offered a reassuring smile. “It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt too much.”
She frowned, the worry in her eyes betraying her concern. “You’re lying,” she teased.
He chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from her face as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Maybe just a little. But it’s worth it.”
She shook her head, her fingers gently massaging his uninjured shoulder. “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”
“Guilty as charged.”
She leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips before sliding off the counter, her feet touching the cool tile floor, and pulled on her underwear and his t-shirt. He couldn’t help but watch, his eyes darkening for a moment before he turned away with a soft chuckle as he wore his boxers with a little effort.
“I’ll make us breakfast,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice as she started toward the door.
He followed her down the stairs into the kitchen, his arm lightly draped around her waist as they made their way to the fridge. He reached for the eggs and bacon, pulling out what they’d need for a simple breakfast. She grabbed the orange juice, the sunlight filtering through the windows, casting a soft, warm glow over the room.
As she cooked, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of sizzling bacon and the faint hum of the coffee maker working its magic. The two of them settled into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence.
When the breakfast was ready, Y/N set a plate down in front of him, along with a glass of orange juice. She made sure to set everything up. “Here,” she said, her voice soft.
Aaron’s smile softened as he took the plate from her. “Thanks,” he said softly, his eyes focused on the eggs on the plate. “And I’m sorry for being so stubborn.”
Y/N turned to him, surprised. She hadn’t expected him to apologize. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice gentle as she set the table.
“I should’ve asked you for help sooner,” he said, his words a little heavier than he intended. “But I just…I don’t like feeling like a burden.”
She stepped closer, her eyes searching for his face with care. “Aaron,” she said, her voice soft but unwavering, “you’re never a burden to me.” She gently cupped his cheek
He closed his eyes at her touch, leaning into her hand for a moment. “I know,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He opened his eyes, meeting hers. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want you to worry about me.”
“I’m a big girl, I can handle pressure.” She gave him a soft smile, the corners of her lips lifting. “You don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulder, honey,” she said, her voice warm, full of affection.
He nodded slightly, a bit skeptical but accepting the truth in her words. He knew that his pride might sometimes get in the way. He had always been someone who believed in handling things on his own, not burdening others with his troubles. But in the end, it had been the very thing that had permanently divided him and Haley.
She had needed him to open up, but instead, he had kept her at a distance, retreating into himself. He hadn’t known how to let her in, how to let go of the constant need to be the strong, self-sufficient one. He had believed that if he could just do it all by himself everything would work out. But in the process, he’d unknowingly pushed her away.
Aaron’s gaze lingered on Y/N, sitting across from him, a quiet smile playing at her lips as she sipped her coffee. He realized how different things were with her. She understood the job, being a team leader herself, she had lived through the same struggles he had.
She had her own pride and stubbornness to deal with, but with Hotch, there was also the willingness to share the burden, to completely trust in each other. Y/N knew what it was like to be always the strongest one in front of the worst situations. She was everything he had ever needed, even if he hadn’t realized it at first. And unlike his past mistakes, he wasn’t going to shut her out.
“Hey,” her voice broke through his thoughts, warm and familiar.
He looked up to her, a soft smile on her face. “Yeah?”
“You zoned out. Everything okay?”
Aaron nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah, just… thinking.”
“About what?” she asked, her hand reaching for his across the counter.
He looked down at their hands for a moment, then met her eyes. “About how lucky I am,” he said quietly. “I love you, Y/N.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She smiled widely, taken aback by his sudden confession. “I love you too.”
The rest of breakfast passed easily, the conversation light and teasing. As they ate, Aaron seemed to relax, the pain in his shoulder not entirely forgotten but manageable. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment.
After a while, they finished their breakfast, and Y/N stood to clear the dishes, moving around the kitchen effortlessly. Aaron watched her for a moment, he couldn’t fully explain how much she meant to him.
He got up slowly, his hand instinctively reaching for his injured shoulder. "I’ll help with the dishes," he said.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. "No, you sit down and let me handle it."
Aaron chuckled softly, though there was a slight glint of defiance in his eyes. "You know I don’t like just sitting by and watching."
She crossed her arms, tapping her foot in a mock expression of annoyance. "Well, today you will.”
Aaron smiled and gave up as the exhaustion from the earlier excitement finally began to settle in. He leaned against the counter, content to simply watch her, allowing himself to drift back into the easy rhythm of their morning. There was no rush, no need to hurry. For the first time in a while, everything felt right.
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dark-bakura1 · 1 day ago
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Okay lovelies, now that the year is almost over and there are only a few hours left, I have to use this time to get something off my chest. It's just been on my mind for a while and I want to end the year with a few nice words.
When I found my way into the DCA fandom by coincidence last year, I never expected to find a digital place where I feel so comfortable - besides various communities in the horse art role play game, in which I have been more or less active for years. I never expected to start REALLY enjoying drawing again, but these two characters just made that happen. For years I've been drawing just thinking about how many points I can get out of leveling my horses, how much effort I have to put into an event picture to have a chance at one of the top three places and somewhere along the way I totally forgot to have fun with this hobby. Fun has turned into a compulsion to always aim for the best possible result. I started to overthink pictures for so long and wanted to create something so complex that I ended up not starting at all: Because I could never have realized it the way it looked in my head.
But since I stumbled into the DCA fandom myself - by pure coincidence, I'd like to say again - and started being active on Tumbr, I've found my way back to the 'origin' for myself: Having fun with what you do. This fandom has captivated me so much that I started reading English fanfiction about our two beloved robots - something I NEVER thought would happen. Simply because my concentration is totally limited and it's hard enough for me to read and understand texts in German. For me, it was never even conceivable that I would read something in a language that is not my mother tongue: And now here I am, doing it more often than I thought. Not only that, I've even started writing again myself, have an account on ao3 and upload stories there myself. I take the trouble to write, translate, proofread and upload things… and some people even think it's really great :3
And do you know why? Because behind the DCA fandom there is an incredibly large group of people like me: Who carry around a lot of problems themselves and seek refuge with two fictional characters in a fandom that is incredibly cozy, understanding, lovable and friendly. Of course, I could also create things in a fandom that isn't that… but for me it makes an incredible difference. I have an anxiety disorder around people. Even the monthly supermarket shop is a huge challenge for me. Every trip out the door is exhausting and I don't really have contact with anyone in RL. I have my mother and grandma. I go to the doctors, to Ergo therapy and I have BEWO people on hand to support and help me… but I don't have any friends. Not because I don't want to, but because friendships are incredibly stressful for me. I can't maintain them. I haven't said a word to the person I would most likely call a 'friend' in a year - because I simply don't have the strength. Talking, listening, reacting… it's all incredibly exhausting for me. But as soon as I open Tumblr and especially Discord, I see a bunch of great people. I can join in if I can and want to, but I don't have to. And to top it all off, I see so much self-insert stuff that makes me think, 'Man, you're not so alone after all' - and on top of that, even more people who also think it's good and can relate. I know that not everyone in the DCA fandom is so nice either, but the ones I've had the privilege of getting to know are just balm for my soul.
If someone had told me at the beginning of 2023 that I would find my way into a great fandom with even better people at the end of the same year, I would have declared them crazy. I don't have it in for people and since I've almost exclusively had really shitty experiences so far, they're welcome to stay far away from me. Most of them have expectations: Expectations that I can hardly, if at all, fulfill. But there are so many great people behind Sun and Moon who are simply supportive. Not toxic, not mean, not patronizing. No. They are people who are super wholesome. I don't need someone who pushes me, teaches me, corrects me or otherwise wants to educate me with phrases that they themselves don't live by. I don't want someone who puts even more pressure on me. I want people with whom I feel safe and comfortable. people with whom I can get what other people don't want to give me. When I think that I didn't like Sun or Moon in the game, I find it amazing that they are now my refuge and straighten me out mentally so many times a day. And thanks to them, I found you. Yep - YOU. Anyone who wants to may now feel addressed. Even if we've certainly never had any contact with each other: You are part of the community that I have come to love and that I am addressing here. There is so much hate, I love a Safespace that simply has love for everything and everyone. I've been here for a year now… and I hope for MANY more years with one of the greatest communities I've ever been a part of.
Hugs to ALL of you, lots of love goes out to everyone. Happy New Year, stay healthy and I wish you and your loved ones all the happiness in the world. Thank you for existing and just being amazing people. please keep that forever <3
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mo-ali-m · 3 days ago
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With you - Jamal Musiala
"If you ever feel alone and
The glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I'm always
Parallel on the other side"
Warnings: English is not my first language, there may be errors.
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There are days when all we need is comfort, even when we are too big to fit in our mother's arms, or even when we are no longer old enough to cry on our father's shoulders.
Sometimes we just want to forget about our problems and live peacefully, within our own minds on a good day.
For you, these days were becoming much more frequent than recommended, with end-of-semester exams approaching and days with Jamal becoming scarcer. It wasn't like he complained about the situation, quite the opposite, his boyfriend was always supportive, so much so that he took advantage of a few days off that the coach had given him to rest at his house, he knew how difficult it was for you during this period of the year
— Baby, what do you think of Pride and Prejudice for today?— His voice woke you up from your conflicting thoughts, when you looked at him, the doe’s orbs were already fixed on you.
— It seems perfect to me — You murmured, smiling forcedly as you tried to mask your low self-esteem that day.
But Jamal knew you better, more than you did with yourself. After a year of dating, he could decipher you even with your eyes closed, ears covered and mute. You were like an open book.That's why his soft lips closed in a straight line, the thorough analysis only confirmed what he had already suspected since that morning: you were more than exhausted.
— Okay... so you stay here and I'll make the popcorn, put on the movie and I'll be right back.
The tall body covered in the couple's sweatshirt that you shared at that moment moved to the kitchen, determined to provide you with the best and most comfortable day possible.
A few minutes later and a bucket of buttered popcorn filled to the brim, you and Jamal were snuggled under a blanket, his warm figure on top of yours, his masculine hand resting against your belly under your sweatshirt.
You noticed that even in silence he looked after you and checked up on you, always eavesdropping on your expressions when he thought you weren't being seen. Jamal caressed him carefully, his soft, warm fingers making circles on his skin while his hands caressed his curls. Both very comfortable with each other.
— You know, I like being like this with you — he shrugged, speaking softly, his cheek against your belly — Just the two of us, together in our own corner after a tiring day.
A smile graced your lips with his speech, silently agreeing with a murmur also under his breath
— I like that too, it's like throwing myself into a sea of ​​balm — you laughed, being accompanied by him — It's been a while since we've been like this, hasn't it?
Jamal whispered a quick "yes", lifting his body enough so that their faces were level. Bambi's eyes looked at you with tenderness and understanding.
— Meine Liebe, let's promise something?
Confused, you nodded, still stroking his hair low.
— When things get difficult we won't forget each other, because that's why we're together too. To take care of each other in difficult times, even if I don't understand anything that those complex books from your college are talking about — You laughed softly, tears filling your eyes both from exhaustion of everything and from gratitude to him —Still, I will always help you, just like you do with me.
— Alright, let's do this — you nodded, your voice breaking making him hug you, tears flowing without permission down your cheeks — I love you Jamal, more than anything.
He smiled brightly, tightening his grip around your crying figure.
— I love you too, darling, more than anything — his lips kissed yours with love — And I will always be with you, until the end of my life.
With a warm heart and calm emotions you smiled, kissing him back more strongly, sealing that mutual agreement of being together with affection. Forever.
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noxiatoxia · 2 days ago
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Hi! Are there any translation quirks regarding Nagito’s illnesses in his final FTE? Are there any references to it outside of his FTE?
Hi! Thank you for the ask! And sorry about the wait.
I assume by quirk you mean that if there's any extra info, or if something was translated differently/weirdly.
Regarding his illness in the final FTE, it is the same. Malignant lymphoma stage 3 with concurrent frontotemporal dementia. 6 months to 1 year life expectancy.
As for direct mentions of the illness outside of the FTE, I don't think so. The closest we get, I think, is this official (but non canon) story between him and Nidai during island mode.
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I sadly don't have the Japanese version of the book on hand, and it's far more difficult to find manga online in the original language, so we'll have to settle for this and hope the translation is accurate.
Anyways, he outright says it was more from luck than illness, but I don't think that factors out illness. Especially if he was in the hospital almost daily.
If you just mean stuff regarding evidence for his illness, there's a few. Sorta. It's less outright and more like...it can be related, maybe.
Here's an entry from the SDR2 artbook:
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Fair-skin. His skin is so pale that it's probably abnormal*. Don't say stuff like "Toast is a good choice for breakfast", he really should eat some white rice too.
*The word "abnormal" here is 病的, which means "sick of body and/or mind". Can be used to describe somebody who has a quality that is ill/abnormal/strange. Such as having an illness, or acting in a way that is excessive to a degree of abnormality. Obviously here it's being used to say he's so pale, he looks ill.
(By the way, if you can speak Japanese, the SDR2 artbook is a lot of fun. We get many great details such as: Komaeda's favorite food is bread/toast, his fashion sense is "edgy" and "avant-garde", his hood is likely custom-made to be a hardhat (this would explain why it doesn't lay flat in his sprites) and he obsessively cleans his bathroom after using it each time.)
Otherwise, on the topic of his FTD, I had a chat with @windcarvedlyre about some interesting tics in Komaeda's speech. I'll reiterate them here in hopefully a more concise manner.
Specifically, one could perhaps argue these to maybe be because of his FTD. For one, he is breathier and generally talks slower than Naegi. I bring this up as they both have the same voice actress, so it's definitely a deliberate choice Ogata made.
He also trails off a lot in speech. However, I have a hard time quantifying this because many characters not just in Danganronpa but Japanese media in general trail off constantly. I can say I think Komaeda is up there as one of the people who does it more often in SDR2, though.
And I think I've talked about this before but he uses a lot of filler words. I actually want to go into detail about this more. I don't know if I have before.
So, in Japanese...a lot of English learners are taught "uh" and "um" words are えーと etto, あの ano, その sono, ええ eeh, and so forth. This is true, for sure. But they aren't the only filler words. I think they're the most well known because JP to ENG dictionaries will readily tell you they mean "um" "err" etc. But others aren't really touched on in ENG dictionaries.
Specifically in Komaeda's case, he has a tendency to use "excessive" ね and さ particles. These particles are normal in Japanese speech, and reflect specific feelings and emphasis. But like any word, you can use them in a manner that functions more like a filler word.
However, context is important, as always.
I kind of see it like this: the way Komaeda uses ね and さ specifically reminds me of both Saionji and Koizumi's speech patterns combined.
Saionji uses ね a lot, probably as much as or more than Komaeda. In her case though, I wouldn't attribute it as a "filler word". To me, it reads more as a deliberate act to be cutesy/playful/youthful, and makes sense with her character.
Koizumi uses さ a lot very similarly like Komaeda. Strangely enough, the official English translation actually does go out of its way to occasionally translate this particle usage as "like" by her (e.g the line "this is like, really important!"), but not when Komaeda uses it.
Anyways, since these are merely being used as filler words, any sort of filler word fits. "Like" "um" "anyways" "so", etc.
You can make of these as you wish.
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sara-yuna · 20 hours ago
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Something I noticed while watching ST in German. English is not my native language so I could be wrong, but I'm really curious how you all view this:
Scenes with Will and Mike
-> Halloween scene where Mike is angry because Max joins them trick or treating, he says 'you should have checked with me' to Will. I always assumed it was only directed at Will, like we are a team, why did you not talk to me about it? In the German dub Mike says 'you (plural - referring to the whole group) should have checked with me'
-> Byler rain fight where Will says 'you're ruining our party', again, I was always under the assumption that Will refers only to Mike ruining the party (you -> singular)
In the German dub however the 'you' is said in plural, like you and Lucas are destroying the party.
I think that's really a big difference. Did I assume wrongly that the 'you' in English was only referring to Mike both times or is the German dub wrong by making it about the whole group?
I hope you get what I mean these things are hard to explain in English 😂
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ganondoodle · 24 days ago
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Sorry ab the shitty English translations/localizations, it's bc they think that Americans won't get it otherwise (bc when we act stupid, we act REALLY stupid), our bad 💀
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#ganondoodles answers#ganondoodles talks#for the record- this is mostly a joke#i have .. alot of gripes with alot of it#but i know localization isnt easy this isnt supposed to hate on the people doing it#.............. i can still dislike it though#the most annoying part is that the largest .. or most accessible part of the fandom is english only and i have to deal with all the english#-versions which are always so darn different .. and sometimes stupid .. im sorry ....#one of the wildest things was watching a non english stream and the guy puzzling over a riddle in a shrine quest#and people posting him the english text of the quest that just ... spells out the solution#AND then complaining about how bad the german one is bc he and others seemed to assume english is the center language of everything#ITS A RIDDLE#ITS NOT A RIDDLE OF YOU DONT HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT#not plainly telling you the solution to a (not even that hard) puzzle isnt a sign of bad translation !!!!!!!!!! TOT#im not beyond being dumb btw#a few shrines in totk i left bc i freakign forgot the stupid abilities#but thats ok!!!! i went back at some point and thought man was i stupid#and thats not a bad thing!! maybe thats why all the shrines where so piss easy in general#so as few people as possible can get stuck on some .. whichs is so ... pls .. i want to think#let me get mad for a minute even if im not in a good mood and then return and see my own stupidity#....but also the shrines in totk just werent fun (to me to meeeee to meeeeee)#nigh all of it was just fiddling around with ultrahand ... and not even building anything fun- glue wheel to platform- shrine done yippiiie#make bridge- yippiiii- ...nevermind how you can pretty much skip everything all the time so easily (which i didnt do .. still wasnt that fu
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bitegore · 8 months ago
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fucking hate it when people who are hateful little bigots make posts that are completely irrelevant to the thing that they are hateful cunts about and those posts are actually really good but i know they want me personally actually dead and in the ground so i cant be like Yeah
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icewindandboringhorror · 6 months ago
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Everytime I face a new character limit on a website that didn't have them before/used to have really long ones... AUGHHhhh the modern social media world was not made for people like me (lovers of details, rambling, elaboration, thorough explanation, and nuance)
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#twitter and other short form shit and everything being a Phone App On Small Screen instead of a Proper#Computer Website i feel like has just ruined the format of literally everything for me. Thoughts just keep getting more and more condensed#with detail and nuance taken away. everything over simplified into only the basics. blah blah blah. I've already probably rambled about thi#all before but it's just SO frustrating. I literally just CAN NOT talk that way!!! even if I try!!! I took multiple advanced placement#english & language arts classes in school and I literally never made below an A on any assignment EVER except for ESSAYS#where I would legit get almost failing grades just because I cannt express myself concisely. I took an english placement test thats made to#like evaluate your competency in a subject and out of the 102 multiple choice questions I only missed TWO of them. almost a perfect#score. But for the 5 open response questions (about articulating thoughts succinctly) I did not get a single one of them lol#I only got partial credit on 3. It's like I OBVIOUSLY understand the material and I know how Words Work and how to analyze and interpret#meaning and etc. etc. But it's just when I have to express myself CLEANLY I can't. It's always ''well you have very good points and you#get around to the idea eventually and I think it's very insightful - but it just needs to be shorter/the side tangent needs to be removed/#etc.'' I've always wondered if it has something to do with being on the schizophrenia spectrum and how that can cause disorganized#speech sometimes hmm..ANYWAY.. But I just naturally express myself in a very particular way which is lengthy and I can't rea#ly seem to control it. So it's basically like just.. being gradually pushed out of every place that won't accomodate people with different#ways of like perceiving and expressing or etc. Everything cannot ALWAYS be 100% 'Short and Snappy and To The Point' or a quippy one#liner or the Bare Minimum of information being provided or etc. Some peoples brains just do not work like that!!!!! Sorry I operate#in detail and elaboration lol. ANYWAY.. I still sometimes use random ''dating sites'' like OKCupid to look for platonic friends since#I never leave the house so it's hard for me to just meet friends naturally. And I just realized today that they added a RIDICULOUSLY small#character limit to their messaging system (2000 words?? augh). And also took away answer explanations (when you answer a compatibility#question you used to have a space to give detail and explain why you answered the way you did) and removed a few other features and it's ju#t like.. how the fuck is any of this actually helpful in terms of judging compatibility? take away ALL nuance and anyting that actually#is meant to tell you anything about a person? Bumble's character limits for your profile description are even more fucking insane and so#is every other disgustingly minimalistic place I've seen like.. OKC used to be superior BECAUSE it allowed for a TON of detail. like back i#2016 or something there was SO much data you could look at. long form question answers. personality trait summaries. etc. Now you have#SOO little to judge off of when evaluating compatibiility it's like. You'd have better luck just throwing a dart in a crowded street and#talking to whoever it hits. Why are people so fucking allergic to reading anything longer than 3 words and providing DETAILS!! It just seem#harder and harder to find any place to meet platonic friends where you have any amount of actual data to go off of and it isnt basically#just random 'speed dating' set up shit. AARGH. &I know 'oh just join a club& meet ppl irl' 1. erm..covid. 2.I mostly want to meet ppl#in places I'd like to move so I already know ppl when I get there. You kind of HAVE to do that online. bc I am not there yet.. WISHING for#Complexity.Com where ppl can upload full 900 page psychological files of themselves. MINIMUM profile character limit 30k words lol
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hopeworth · 11 months ago
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me, aromantic, who forgets that a “ship” is usually romantic and that not everyone can experience nor conceptualise the intricacy of an aromantic relationship that transcends society’s amatonormative views of love and human connection and that most people’s views of a relationship end at the platonic or romantic dichotomy: why are people making this ship romantic
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offorestsongs · 4 months ago
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sometimes being a non-native english speaker on the internet is just writing a fic and going "no no guys i know this is a bit bad but i'm such a good writer in my native language trust me guys i swear" the whole time except i have no way to prove it because it's not like anyone would you know, know my native language
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nerdyearthquakeunknown · 5 months ago
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I see a lot of language comparisons that completely shit on German for being a silly language. But what a lot of non linguists forget is that 1. Most of the languages you’re comparing are Romance languages, and only English and German are Germanic languages, 2. English is an absolute abomination of a language. English may technically be a Germanic language, but half the words we use stem from Romance languages. English is so much an amalgamation that people have stopped noticing.
You wanna know what maths is called on Icelandic?? Stærðfræði! Fucking SIZE SUBJECT. Chemistry? Efnafræði! STUFF SUBJECT???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????
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parlerenfleurs · 1 year ago
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I am now on Duolingo, and I think this is my villain origin story. Not because I'm suffering or anything, I just absolutely enjoy being evil (ripping the first place spot from that one guy in my league who really, really wants to be first, but unfortunately for him I also really, really want to be first and enjoy the idea of ruining his day with my superiority).
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year ago
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I'm supposed to be writing a 900 word essay in German right now, so as you can see by all my vettonso posts, it's going very well 🌚
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exalok · 5 months ago
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i am attempting to translate what resembles the grave into french for my mom (and will maybe post it on ao3 after) and GOD. FUCK. DAMN. i suffer
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Ah lads, I might have gone off the rails in my desperation for Legato fanfics and ended up writing my own.
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