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fatecantstopme · 2 years

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Undercover

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: You've gotta go undercover for a case...with the last person on earth you'd ever wanna go with.

Warnings: Angst. Cursing. Use of pet names. SMUT, dom/sub vibes, praise kink, sir kink, light choking kink. Mentions of murder. Little bit of fluffy fluff at the end.

A/N: Haley doesn't exist in this story, just FYI.

"So we need two people to go undercover," Rossi said.

"Count me out," Emily said, throwing her hands in the air. "This unsub creeps me out too much. I have no interest in playing his game."

Rossi looked at you and you groaned. "Oh come on."

"You're the only other option, (Y/N)," he insisted.

You looked over at JJ and she shrugged uncomfortably. "Don't look at me, I'm just the media liaison."

"Fine, I'll do it, but only if I can take Morgan with me."

Morgan grinned. "Hell, yeah. I'm in."

Garcia cut in, "Sorry, hot stuff--as much as I'd love to see you go undercover in a tux, you don't exactly fit the required profile."

You looked at Spence hopefully, but he shook his head. "Sorry, (Y/N/N), I'm too young for this one."

You groaned. "Well what's wrong with Morgan?"

"The group the unsub belongs to is very exclusive--if you're not white, you're not getting in," Hotch answered.

You bristled slightly at your boss's interjection. He wasn't wrong and you knew it, but every time he spoke you couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Fine," you conceded. "Looks like I'm taking Rossi."

Rossi laughed. "Come on, (Y/N). You know I'm too old for this one."

The room fell silent as the realization dawned on every single person in the room, yourself included. Shit, shit, shit.

"It has to be Hotch," Rossi stated.

Even Hotch looked slightly surprised. "I haven't gone undercover in quite a while."

"Better figure it out because you're the only option," you grumbled.

Hotch sent you a glare, but didn't bother to reply to your statement. "When's this party happening?"

"Saturday night," Garcia answered.

"That's two days to prepare," Emily stated. "Should be plenty."

You sighed loudly, but nodded your agreement.

"Good. Let's get started," Hotch said.

The room immediately began to clear out, the rest of the team going back to their desks to work. You stayed behind, which didn't go unnoticed by Rossi.

"I know it's not ideal, but it's the best way to draw out the unsub," Rossi said gently as he sat down beside you.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. "He hates me, Rossi, and to be honest, I'm not his biggest fan either. But you want us to pretend to love each other in front of a bunch of strangers? For hours on end?"

Rossi patted your arm. "I know, kiddo, but he's not that bad. It'll be okay."

You stared at him in silence for a moment. "The man never looks at me unless it's a glare. He looks annoyed every time I dare to speak in his presence, especially if it's directed at him. There's no way we're going to be able to pretend to even like each other, Rossi."

"I'll talk to him, okay? But you both need to be the professionals I know you are. It's not about either of you...it's about all the girls this man has murdered."

You sighed lightly. "You're right, you're right--as always. I'll behave, I promise."

Rossi smiled. "That'a girl. I'll talk to Hotch."

You nodded. "Be mean if you have to."

"(Y/N)," Rossi warned with a chuckle as he left the conference room.

It's not that you hated Hotch or anything like that. Hell, you actually found him incredibly attractive--it was his attitude you couldn't stand. He wasn't always rude to you, he was almost friendly when you'd joined the team a couple years prior. A couple months in and he started to act differently. You had no idea what you'd done to him to make him hate you, but it pissed you off to no end.

Hotch wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy with anyone, but he was downright hostile with you. He went out of his way to avoid you when he could, and acted like a sullen child when he couldn't. He always paired you up with someone else on cases, to the point where you'd actually never worked with him alone one-on-one.

You grabbed your notebook and headed back to your desk.

"Hey, you okay?" Emily asked you softly when you sat down in front of her.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just gotta figure out how to make sure we don't kill each other in public."

She chuckled. "You're not going to kill each other."

You raised your eyebrow. "Sure--it'll be great."

"You'll be fine," she insisted. "So you wanna go shopping later?"

You nodded. "I've gotta find something to wear to this damn thing. Invite JJ and Garcia too. I need opinions. If I've gotta dress up, I wanna at least look hot."

Emily laughed. "Girl please--you always look hot."

"Thank you, thank you," you said with a mock bow.

"(Y/L/N)," Hotch yelled from his office. "My office. Now."

You closed your eyes and sighed before getting up and heading to the office. You made eye contact with Rossi as he walked back to his own office. He gave you a soft smile and a subtle thumbs up...but you couldn't help but feel nervous as hell.

"Sir?" you asked as you entered his office.

"Close the door," he said without looking at you.

You closed the door and waited silently for him to speak.

"Are you going to sit or just stand there awkwardly?"

"Standing closer to the door gives me a better escape route," you said stubbornly.

Hotch huffed in annoyance. "You're being childish. Sit down."

"Is that an order, sir?"

His body tensed and he clenched his jaw as he gestured to the seat in front of him.

You sat down and crossed your arms, silence stretching out between you.

After an entire minute of silence, you couldn't take it anymore. "I'm assuming you called me in here for a reason?"

"I did." Hotch's gaze finally landed on you. "We need to discuss this op."

"What about it?"

Hotch raised his eyebrows. "How about your reaction when Rossi said we'd be going undercover together?"

"Can you blame me, Hotch? We have to pretend to be romantically involved--but we can barely be in each other's presence without animosity."

"We're professionals, (Y/L/N)."

"May I speak freely, sir?"

"As if you don't already."

"I'm going to take that as a yes," you began. "You don't act like a professional, Hotch. You act like I'm an actual burden to you--like you despise me so much that merely being in my presence makes you angry. You can't even look at me without glaring and you almost never speak to me unless you have to. Can you see why I wouldn't exactly be thrilled about going undercover with you?"

To your surprise, Hotch looked almost hurt by your words. But that quickly turned back to annoyance--maybe even anger. "Can you really blame me? You're not exactly pleasant to be around," he said harshly.

It was your turn to be hurt--and unlike him, you couldn't hide it. You stood up and walked to the door.

"I didn't dismiss you."

You didn't even bother to look back at him. "This conversation is definitely over." You walked out the office door and straight out to the bank of elevators in the hall. You ignored the voices of your teammates calling your name. You just needed to get out of there--you needed air.

Instead of going down, you went up, making your way out to the roof. It was your go-to place to think, and lord knew you needed to think in peace.

You were angry and you needed a moment away from everyone else to calm down--otherwise, you might say something you'll regret. This was one of those moments where you questioned your life choices...and how much you really wanted to keep working at the BAU.

It was your dream job and you loved your team more than anything, but working with Hotch was slowly killing you. You hated the way he made you feel, but more importantly you hated the side of you he brought out. You just didn't like yourself when you were around him.

It hadn't always been that way. When you'd first started, Hotch had actually been nice to you--you might even say he was sweet. You felt accepted by the entire team, your boss included. You just didn't know what had changed. Somehow he was getting even worse and that attitude was pushing you to your limits.

You knew you had to get through this case and deal with the undercover part--the lives of an untold number of girls relied on it. But after that, you really needed to think about what your future was going to look like.

**********

Somehow, you made it through the rest of the day without losing your mind. You and the girls were now out shopping for the perfect dress for this op.

"Okay so I grabbed 15 different dresses in your size," Garcia said with a massive grin when you, Emily, and JJ walked into the store.

"You only got here 10 minutes before us!" you exclaimed.

Garcia just kept smiling. "I excel at speed shopping."

You laughed as she dragged you to the back of the store, the other two following behind you. You went into the dressing room to try on the dresses. Garcia had pulled various styles and colors, some of which were absolutely not your style at all, so you avoided trying those on.

The first dress you put on was just a basic little black dress. You stepped out of the dressing room to let the girls see it.

"Ohh an LBD. Okay," Emily said. "Spin please."

You spun with a chuckle. "What do we think?"

"Hmm. We can do better," Garcia said. "Next!"

You switched into a different black dress, longer this time, but perhaps a little more revealing in the bodice than you'd prefer.

"Ow-ow!" JJ cat called you as you stepped out.

Emily clapped and Garcia let out a little gasp.

"I think it might be a little...much," you said lightly.

Emily laughed. "The girls are coming out to say hi."

"Yeah, I'm gonna try another one."

The next couple dresses you tried on just didn't really speak to you, despite the reactions of your friends. You finally reached a dress that you thought looked nice on the hanger, but you weren't quite sure how it would look on you.

It was a deep emerald green dress in a silky fabric. It was very simply designed, v-necked with thin straps, floor length, with a thigh-high split up one side.

When you put it on, you let out a little gasp as you looked in the mirror. Even with minimal makeup, messy hair, and no shoes, you thought you looked incredible.

"Was that a gasp I just heard?" Garcia asked.

"Maybe," you said with a chuckle as you stepped out of the dressing room.

"Holy shit," Emily mumbled.

"That's the one," JJ said, eyes wide.

"I second that," Garcia agreed.

"You think so?" you asked, timidly.

"Girl, please. You look hot as hell," Emily insisted. "Hotch is probably going to pass out when he sees you."

You laughed. "He won't even notice, Em. You know he doesn't look at me."

"He's a man, (Y/N). He'd have to be blind not to."

"She's right, ya know," JJ said.

"Well I can't say that I wouldn't love to see Hotch fall flat on his face," you said lightly.

"I don't know why you're always so mean to each other," Garcia said with a frown.

"Oh please--he started it," you insisted.

"Hmm," she hummed. "I suppose."

"Enough talk about Hotch. Go change so we can buy that sexy dress and get dinner," Emily cut in.

"Tacos?" you asked.

"Obviously," she agreed.

**********

The next day was spent in the office, preparing for the op the next night. As always, Hotch was moody and distant, but he did try not to snap at you very much.

He wouldn't admit it, but Rossi's words from the day before, as well as your rightful anger, had been weighing on him all night. He didn't mean to be an asshole--well, yes he did. But he didn't want to be. It was self-preservation. He knew what would happen if he was nice to you...the first few weeks of your time in the BAU had given insight into that.

"Hotch," your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"What?" he asked.

You sighed. "You weren't listening, were you?"

He winced. "Sorry."

A look of surprise ghosted across your face. You were certain that was the first and only time he'd ever apologized to you. You shook your head to clear it and repeated your earlier statement. "Somehow these guys are rich enough to actually rent out an entire hotel for a weekend. The event itself is in the hotel ballroom and each of the 'couples' in attendance will have their own rooms, us included. Garcia managed to secure us a room."

"What do we need a hotel room for?" Hotch asked.

You sighed. "I'm not going to explain that one, Hotchner."

Before Hotch could snap at you, Rossi cut in. "The hotel rooms are used for the various interactions between the couples. Each couple is required to have a room in order to participate in the event."

"Besides," Reid continued, "we need the two of you to convince the unsub to come up to your room for (Y/N)."

You winced, a look of disgust covering your face.

"Sorry, (Y/N/N)," Reid said sheepishly.

"It's not your fault the unsub is so sick," you reassured him.

This particular unsub was part of an exclusive group of people who 'traded' women amongst each other for various fees dependent upon what the purchaser wanted the woman for. The unsub would purchase a girl to keep, and eventually murder in a horrifically sadistic and brutal manner.

Essentially, Hotch would be operating as your current 'owner', but once you'd identified the unsub, he'd offer you to him for a sordid fee. You didn't like the concept of any of this, but you wanted to catch this guy so badly.

After a few more hours of planning, it was time to wrap things up and get ready for tomorrow. You were meeting the team at a nearby hotel to get ready and it's where they would be setting up. You and Hotch would depart from there and go directly to the hotel with the event.

**********

At 4:30 the next day, you arrived at the hotel the team was setting up at. Most of the team was already there, the only one missing was Hotch.

"How you feeling, (Y/N)?" Emily asked softly. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be, Em."

"Thanks for showing up," Morgan teased as Hotch walked into the hotel room.

"Shut it, Morgan. I couldn't find my tux."

'Tux?' you mouthed at Emily.

She shrugged. "Guess he wanted to match your level of class," she whispered.

"Actually, tuxes are required," Reid interjected.

"Ahh," you said with a nod.

Emily chuckled lightly and grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the bathroom. She gestured to JJ and Garcia to come along. She shut the door behind you all and you jumped up on the bathroom counter.

"Make me pretty," you joked.

"Girl please. You're already gorgeous. We're just accentuating it," Garcia stated with a smile.

"I love you," you said warmly as you pulled her into a hug. "But seriously, who's gonna fix my hair? I look crazy."

JJ laughed. "I'll take the hair. Garcia's gonna handle your makeup and Emily is here for comic relief/emotional support."

The girls got to work on styling your hair and doing your makeup, chatting and laughing together as if you weren't about to go undercover in a freaking lion's den.

While you and the girls were getting ready in the bathroom, the guys were talking over things in the bedroom.

Hotch needed maybe 10 minutes to get changed, so he had some time to kill before he needed to get ready. That time wasn't really a beneficial thing. It allowed him time to think about all kinds of things he really shouldn't be thinking about.

The event was starting at 7, so you needed to be at the other hotel by 6:30 to check into your room. At 6, the girls popped out of the bathroom, leaving you on the other side of the door.

Garcia cleared her throat to get the rest of the team's attention. Everyone turned to face her and she dramatically gestured to the bathroom door. "Presenting the beautiful, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

Emily swung the door open and you stepped out into the main room. Everyone was silent as they took in your look. You felt slightly uncomfortable under their gazes, despite being a very confident woman.

"Damn, girl," Morgan breathed out, the first one to recover.

"She looks great, doesn't she?" Garcia said excitedly.

"She really does," Hotch said softly without realizing it.

Everyone turned to look at him in surprise, but none were as surprised as you. Your eyes met his and you inhaled sharply, breath catching in your chest.

Hotch realized he'd spoken out loud, only because of the look on your face. A dark blush crept into his cheeks and he averted his gaze.

"Thanks, guys," you said softly, taking the attention away from Hotch.

He lifted his gaze back up to you, completely unable to keep his eyes off of you. You looked even more beautiful than usual and you absolutely took his breath away.

You looked back over at Hotch while ignoring the chatter of the rest of the team as they gushed over your look. Your heart was racing so quickly, you were slightly worried someone would be able to hear the pounding.

You'd never seen Hotch look at you the way he was looking at you in this moment. You felt almost small under his gaze and if you didn't think it sounded insane, you would say he almost looked hungry as he gazed at you.

"I guess I should change too," Hotch said lightly, eyes not quite meeting yours.

"Oh, right." You stepped out of the way so he could go into the bathroom to change into his tux. You walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, suddenly feeling a bit faint.

JJ noticed immediately and came over to sit beside you. "You okay?" she murmured.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just a little nervous," you lied smoothly.

It was obvious she didn't believe you, but she didn't say anything. She simply wrapped her arm around you and pulled you into a side hug. It was just what you needed to feel grounded.

After several minutes, Hotch came out of the bathroom wearing a very well-fitted black tux. Much in the same way he looked at you in shock when you came out, your eyes widened as you took him in.

"You clean up nice," Rossi teased.

"Yeah, yeah," Hotch muttered. He looked up at you, eyes not quite meeting yours. "Should we head out?"

You nodded and stood up, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for the night ahead.

"We'll be close by if you need us," Rossi assured you both as you started out the door. "Garcia will be monitoring the cameras in the ballroom."

You nodded again as Hotch opened the door and gestured for you to go first. "We've got this," he said firmly.

The ride to the other hotel was silent...and not the comfortable kind. You hated it, but you couldn't think of a single thing to say, and apparently neither could he.

When you arrived at the hotel, Hotch handed the keys to the valet, took your arm as you got out of the car, and guided you into the hotel lobby.

"Good evening, sir," the front desk lady said. "May I have your last name please?"

"Carter," Hotch said smoothly.

The woman checked the computer and offered the two of you a smile. "Your room is on the 7th floor," she handed Hotch the room keys before continuing, "elevators are to your left. Please let us know if there's anything we can do to make your stay more pleasant."

"Thank you very much," Hotch responded.

Once the two of you made it to the room, you separated from each other as if your skin burned. You made quick work of searching the room for cameras and/or listening devices. Finding none, you finally relaxed a little and spoke to each other.

"Call Rossi," you said. "We're a go."

Hotch glared at you, clearly annoyed at your commands, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he simply called Rossi, told him the room number, and said he'd be in touch.

"We have 20 minutes until we need to be downstairs for the party," he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

You sat down in an arm chair on the opposite side of the room. "Shall we sit in silence until then?"

Hotch shot you another glare. "Perhaps we should discuss our plan?"

"What's to discuss? You know the plan as well as I do. Just pretend to actually like each other for long enough to find the unsub. Sound manageable?"

He winced as if you'd hit him, but quickly recovered. It did not, however, go unnoticed by you. "If you're silent, I think I can handle it," he snapped back.

You narrowed your eyes. "Don't worry, I'm excellent at faking sweetness."

10 minutes passed in complete silence. You felt bad for being so nasty to him, but it was all you ever did. You didn't banter...you fought, and neither of you knew how to pull a punch.

Much to your surprise, Hotch broke the silence first. "Have you always hated me so much?"

You turned to look at him. He actually looked wounded and it made your expression soften. "I don't hate you, Hotch."

"Coulda fooled me."

"Do you hate me?" you asked softly.

He looked surprised. "Of course not."

"Coulda fooled me," you said, echoing his response.

He looked down at the floor. "I know I'm an asshole, (Y/N), but I don't hate you."

You were silent for a moment. "That's the first time you've called me by my first name since I first joined the BAU."

His gaze met yours. "It is?"

You simply nodded.

He returned the nod thoughtfully. "I don't mean to be like this, you know."

"Well you're not like this with anyone else on the team, so I can only assume you have something against me specifically."

He shook his head. "I don't, but it's just--it's hard to explain." He fell silent, refusing to allow himself to elaborate further.

You sighed and stood up. "Come on. We might as well head downstairs."

He nodded again and joined you at the door.

"Remember," you said softly. "Pretend to like each other."

You opened the door and the op began.

**********

Hotch's hand rested firmly on your lower back as you walked into the hotel ballroom. You closed your eyes briefly, silently willing your body to not react to the feeling of his hand on you or the proximity of his body to yours.

Unfortunately, he felt the tension in your back against his palm. "Relax," he murmured in your ear, causing you to shiver.

You hated your body for reacting so intensely to him, and you cursed quietly under your breath, earning a deep chuckle from Hotch.

You wanted to glare at him for laughing at you, but you knew there were eyes on you both. You decided to lean into the role you were supposed to be playing, while also getting back at him.

You placed your hand on his chest and leaned your body into him, giving him a whiff of your perfume. You felt him tense against you and you grinned. "You okay there, handsome?" you teased.

He gave you a tight-lipped smile, but you noticed the slight flush in his cheeks. He knew what you were doing, but he was quite sure you weren't aware of what you were really doing to him.

He guided you farther into the large ballroom, eyes scanning the room for men that fit the profile. Unfortunately, almost every man in the room fit the profile almost perfectly.

"Are you paying attention?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Sir," you hissed in annoyance.

He bit back a groan, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "Don't," he mumbled.

"Don't what?" you asked teasingly, knowing exactly what got to him.

He shot you a look that sent a wave of heat straight to your core. Your eyes must have betrayed you, because his expression changed to an almost wolfish look that had your pulse racing.

"Behave," he snapped. The harshness in his voice surprised you, until you saw the couple watching you from the corner of your eye. Hotch had slid seamlessly into his role, so you slipped back into yours.

Your eyes looked down and your body language screamed 'submissive', which was what you knew the unsub would want to see. The man nodded at Hotch, clearly appreciating his dominant control over you. Hotch inclined his head at the man, signaling his respect.

Once the couple was out of earshot, you whispered, "One down."

Hotch nodded. "500 to go." It was an exaggeration, but it felt like he was right.

For the next hour, the two of you made it through the room several times, eliminating almost every man there. You were starting to lose hope that you were going to find the unsub, but Hotch was refusing to give up.

Your eyes were dancing around the room when they landed on a man several feet away from you. You hadn't noticed him before, but he was watching you, eyes taking in your appearance with a dangerous hunger.

You turned your head into Hotch's shoulder, so the man could no longer see your face. "Your 2 o'clock," you whispered.

Hotch glanced in that direction and his grip on your waist tightened almost possessively. You instantly knew he agreed with your instincts and his protective nature kicked into high gear.

You felt Hotch move his head, gesturing for the man to come over to you. He leaned down to murmur against your hair, "He's coming this way."

"Hello there," the man said as he reached you. "Who do we have here?"

He was clearly talking about you, so Hotch turned your body towards him, allowing the man to have a clearer view of you. "This is Anna," he lied smoothly. "My favorite girl."

You kept your head inclined to express a very submissive nature, but you allowed yourself to gaze up at the man through your lashes. He was looking at you with an intensity that made your skin crawl, but you didn't show it.

"Anna," he said softly. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

"Thank you, sir," you murmured.

"And so well-behaved." The man looked up at Hotch. "You've trained her well."

Hotch smiled. "She's a very quick learner." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "A little violence goes a long way with this one."

The man hummed lightly, clearly pleased with that information. "Is she available?"

"What did you have in mind?" Hotch asked.

"I was thinking something permanent."

Hotch pretended to think about it, looking slightly disinterested.

"I can pay very well," the man insisted. "I pay extra for complete discretion."

"Discretion is obviously included," Hotch said simply.

The man shook his head slightly. "Complete discretion. After I make the purchase, I expect utter silence on your part, regardless of what may happen."

"Should I be concerned about 'what may happen'?" he asked lightly.

"I'll make it worth your while to not be concerned."

Hotch looked down at you. "How much?"

"$500,000."

Hotch laughed. "She's worth more than that."

"My apologies. I'll give you the 500,000 for discretion and 1 million for the girl."

Every single fiber of your being was telling you this man was the unsub you were looking for and you had a feeling Hotch felt the same way.

Hotch nodded. "You've got yourself a deal."

The man smiled. "I'll transfer the money to whatever account you wish."

Hotch gave him a government-controlled bank account to wire the money to.

Back at the other hotel, Garcia received a notification that the account had received 1.5 million dollars. "Alright, guys. It's go-time. I just got 1.5 million dollars for something...I'm assuming it's for (Y/N). Hotch is talking with a man now."

Rossi and Morgan leaned over her shoulder to look at the camera feed. "Let's roll," Morgan said.

Morgan, Rossi, Reid, and Emily headed out to the other hotel. The plan was to pick up the unsub once you were transferred to his possession.

Hotch's phone dinged with a notification from Garcia informing him the money had been transferred. He looked up at the other man with a smile. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you. She's all yours."

"Excellent. Come along, Anna. We have much to do," the man said firmly as he grabbed your arm to guide you away from Hotch.

You felt Hotch's tension as you were pulled away from him, but you didn't look back. You knew if you did, it would give you away.

The moment the man was out of earshot, Hotch called Garcia. "Don't lose her," he said firmly.

"On it, sir."

Garcia watched the man guide you through the ballroom towards the bank of elevators. The cameras in the elevator showed how clearly uncomfortable you were and it made Garcia upset to watch. The unsub's hands were all over you, but you didn't pull away--you couldn't.

The elevator doors opened and the cameras in the hallway showed the unsub leading you into room 456.

"They're in room 456," Garcia said over the phone.

The moment the words were out of her mouth, Hotch was running across the ballroom towards the elevators. As he waited for the elevator, the rest of the team came into the building.

Hotch held the elevator doors opened and the other four jumped inside and headed up to the 4th floor. When they reached room 456, Emily knocked on the door. "Housekeeping," she called.

A few moments later, the unsub opened the door, looking annoyed. His expression quickly turned to surprise as 5 FBI agents busted into his room.

Hotch looked around the room for you, ignoring what was happening with the unsub behind him. His gaze landed on you and he relaxed immediately. You shot him a small smile and waved your fingers at him from the bed.

He rushed over to you. "Are you okay?" he asked gently as he pulled out a knife and quickly cut the rope that bound your arms to the headboard.

"I am now," you said softly, rubbing your wrists slightly.

"You did good," he commented.

"So did you."

He helped you off the bed and you straightened your dress before making your way over to the unsub. "Gotcha," you said with a smile as you patted his cheek.

Hotch nodded to Rossi and Morgan and they escorted him out of the room. Emily and Reid followed, but Hotch grabbed your arm to keep you from following them. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked softly.

You smiled. "He didn't do anything other than tie me to the bed and awkwardly fondle me, Hotch. I promise I'm okay."

He looked angry for a moment. "I hate that he touched you."

You shrugged. "It wasn't great, but I'll live." You grabbed his arm. "Come on, let's go."

He followed you out of the room and downstairs. The team loaded up in their vehicles and headed back to the other hotel for Garcia and JJ, while Rossi and Morgan took the unsub back to the BAU for questioning.

Garcia and JJ were packing everything up when you walked into the room.

"You're okay!" Garcia squealed as she ran across the room to hug you.

You laughed. "I'm perfectly fine, Pen. I promise."

JJ gave you a hug too before helping Garcia carry stuff out to the car. Everyone else cleared out, but you and Hotch stayed behind to change.

"We'll meet you guys back at the office. Tell Rossi to get started without us," Hotch said firmly as he ushered Emily and Reid out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

"I was kind of looking forward to interrogating him," you complained.

"I'm not letting him anywhere near you again," Hotch growled.

"Little possessive aren't we?"

His eyes met yours and your breath caught in your chest. His pupils were blown wide and his gaze was incredibly intense. Your heart began to beat rapidly and your breathing became more shallow.

You'd never wanted him more badly than you wanted him in this moment, but you found you couldn't move. It was as if your feet had grown roots.

Hotch, on the other hand, began to slowly walk towards you, like a predator hunting his prey. He stopped mere inches from you, so close you could feel his breath against your lips.

He leaned forward, pinning you against the wall, his arms caging you in. "Tell me to stop," he whispered.

"No," you breathed out.

He groaned softly and you watched as the last remnants of his self-control faded away. Without warning, he slammed his lips against yours, taking your breath away.

You kissed him back, snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you. His body collapsed against yours, pressing into you deliciously.

His lips began to move to your jaw and down to your neck, sucking your skin and leaving little bite marks as he went.

"Aaron," you whimpered softly.

He moaned against your skin, nipping at your pulse point. "Say my name again."

You gave the hair at the nape of his neck a tug and whispered his name again.

He looked up at you, eyes black with lust. "I wanna take my time with you," he murmured.

"We don't have time," you said softly. "The team's gonna wonder what's taking so long."

"I don't care," he growled. "I've been wanting to do this for years."

You groaned, the mere idea that he'd wanted you for so long was a massive turn on. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots gently. "Then you can wait a little longer, baby."

"Fuck," he mumbled, hands tightening on your hips. "I'll take my time with you later. Lift that dress up, baby. Wanna touch you."

You didn't need to be told twice. You lifted up the skirt of the dress so it was around your waist, revealing your black lace thong.

He raised his eyebrows when he saw your underwear and you grinned. "Didn't want panty lines."

He grabbed the edge of the lace and ripped it with ease.

"Aaron!"

"What? You won't need them." He slipped a finger between your folds, effectively silencing your response. "So wet for me," he groaned.

Your head leaned back against the wall and you let out a soft moan. Your fingers reached for his belt, quickly removing it before fiddling with the button and zipper on his pants.

He grabbed your hand and pushed it away. You were about to protest, but he made much faster work of removing his pants than you would have. He pulled his boxers down just enough to release his hard cock, stroking it as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Please what, baby?"

"Fuck me, please," you begged.

"I can't say no when you beg so sweetly," he said softly.

You clutched at his shoulders and lifted your hips up to meet his hands. He chuckled lightly at your neediness, but he couldn't deny his own need any longer. In one swift movement, he sheathed himself inside of you completely.

You gasped as you dug your nails into him, trying to adjust to his size. His length and girth stretched you out almost painfully. You wrapped your right leg around his waist and begged him to move.

He started to thrust up into you, your moans mixing with the salacious sounds of your bodies meeting.

"You feel so good, (Y/N)," he moaned into your ear. "Could stay between these pretty legs forever."

"Faster," you begged.

He chuckled darkly and sped up his thrusts. You gasped loudly, pleasure overwhelming you.

"Squeezing me so tight, baby."

"So close," you gasped.

"Yeah? You wanna cum, pretty girl?"

"Please," you whimpered.

"Not yet," he growled.

You let out a soft whimper as he continued to thrust into you. He was struggling to keep his own orgasm at bay, but he wanted to make sure yours was as intense as he could make it before he came.

"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful."

"Wanna cum," you cried softly.

He thrust into you as hard and fast as he could. "Cum for me, baby."

You cried out as your release hit you with overwhelming force. You clenched tightly around him as you came, drawing deep moans from his chest.

"Squeezing me so good...gonna cum, baby," he groaned out.

You felt him slow slightly and you worried he was going to pull out. "Inside me, please--Aaron, wanna feel you fill me up," you begged quickly.

"Baby, you sure?"

You nodded rapidly. "Please--need it."

He leaned into you, lips against your throat as he thrust into you a couple more times before he came inside of you, filling you with his seed. He groaned your name against your skin as he came down from his high.

You were both breathless as he slowly slid out of you. His hands didn't leave your hips, which you were thankful for. You were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to stand up without his support.

"You alright, (Y/N)?" he asked softly as he kissed your temple.

"More than alright."

He smiled. "Me too."

You chuckled as you looked up at him. "We--uh...we should probably clean up and get back to the office."

He nodded and pulled away from you a little. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry--"

"Nothing to be sorry for, Aaron. I wanted that as badly as you did."

He looked back up at you, eyes scanning your face for any hint of deception. The fact that you'd used his first name and the look of affection on your face solidified his belief that you were serious.

"For the record, I'd like to do this again later," you said softly as you took in his gentle expression.

He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Oh really?"

You bit your lip and nodded.

He groaned softly. "Don't play coy now, (Y/N)."

You grinned and pulled him in for a deep kiss, one he returned happily. When you separated, you pulled yourself off the wall and went to adjust your dress. As soon as you stood up straight, his cum began to seep out onto your thighs.

"Shit," you mumbled.

"What?"

"Well, you ruined my underwear and now I'm going to get cum all over my dress."

He grinned. "Good thing you brought clothes to change into."

"I didn't bring another pair of underwear!"

"Sorry, gorgeous. Guess you'll have to just sit with your thighs clenched together."

You smacked him affectionately as he started to take off the rest of his tux so he could change.

"You're terrible," you grumbled lightly. You grabbed your clothes and went into the bathroom to change. When you came back out, he was dressed and ready to go.

He looked slightly uncomfortable, as if the realization of everything that had happened just dawned on him. "We, uh--we should probably talk about this..."

Your expression hardened slightly, unsure of what he was trying to say. Did he regret it? "We can talk about it later. Let's just get back to Quantico."

Hotch nodded, noticing the way you'd closed up when he'd mentioned talking. He couldn't deny that he was worried--and perhaps slightly ashamed that he'd given in to his primal desires. He just had to hope you didn't hate him.

You stayed quiet for the whole ride back to Quantico, leaving Hotch to wonder silently if he'd really and truly messed things up for good.

**********

After the interviews were completed and the unsub had confessed to all of the murders, it was almost 2am. You were beyond ready to go home, as was the rest of the team.

Everyone was leaving except for Hotch. He watched as you started to make your way towards the elevators. He knew he needed to make a decision...

The elevator doors closed with you inside and his decision was made for him. He figured he could talk to you on Monday...or maybe just never bring it up ever again. Maybe that's what you'd prefer.

You'd never admit it to anyone, but you went home that night and cried yourself to sleep. You should have known better--hell you did know better. Giving yourself over that easily was embarrassing...especially when you did it with your boss.

Hotch didn't call that night, nor the next day, and when you came to work on Monday, he tried to catch your eye, but you ignored him more harshly than you ever had before.

Two weeks went by in much the same way. You wouldn't even look in his direction and he desperately tried to think of something to say. The longer this went on, the harder it was for him to say something.

Friday night came and the team wanted to go out for drinks. You declined, opting instead to go home and curl up on your couch.

Hotch overheard your explanation to JJ, telling her you were too tired. He decided tonight would be the night when he would man up and actually talk to you.

A little before 6pm, there was a knock at your door. You were already in your pjs and you'd ordered Chinese food for dinner, so you assumed it was your delivery.

When you opened the door, you were shocked to see a soaking wet Aaron Hotchner standing at your door.

"Well you're not the Chinese delivery guy," you grumbled.

He held up the bag of Chinese food in his hand. "Caught him on the way in. He was more than happy to hand it to me so he could get out of the rain."

You sighed. "Come in then, before you get pneumonia."

He followed you into your townhouse, shutting the door behind him. He stopped in the entryway, clothes dripping all over the floor.

"I'll get you a couple towels."

"Thanks," he said sheepishly.

Even after toweling himself off, he was still soaking wet. He removed his coat and his suit jacket, leaving him in his white button down, which in its current state, did nothing to hide the body beneath it.

You swallowed thickly and averted your gaze. "So what brings you to my house in the pouring rain on a Friday night?"

"I...I thought we could talk," he mumbled.

You gestured to your dining table. "Pull up a seat. I got enough Chinese food for 4 people."

He sat down at the table across from you and you silently pulled out the different containers.

"Just don't touch the potstickers," you said lightly, the ghost of a smile playing across your lips.

He chuckled. "I learned my lesson on that one."

A couple years ago, the team had gotten Chinese food to sustain them on a late night of work. Hotch made the mistake of taking the last potsticker mere seconds before you came back for it. Every other person on the team knew better than to take the last one without asking you first and Hotch learned first-hand that night how aggressive you got about potstickers.

The two of you ate in silence for a little while. Since he'd come here without warning, you decided to simply wait him out. If he had something he wanted to say, he'd need to just come out and say it.

You were half-tempted to start humming the Jeopardy tune when Hotch finally spoke up.

"Sorry for stopping by unannounced."

"It's alright. I didn't have any exciting plans anyway," you said, gesturing to the containers on the table.

He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. You could tell he was uncomfortable, but you weren't about to ease his pain. You were still annoyed with him.

"So I--I think I owe you an apology," he began.

You raised your eyebrows.

"I do owe you an apology," he corrected.

"Go on."

He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "I shouldn't have done what I did that night at the hotel."

"In what sense?"

"I shouldn't have slept with you," he said softly.

You winced, but he wasn't looking at your face, so he missed your expression. "Right," you snapped, standing up. "Well if that's all--"

He finally looked up at you and you saw the pain in his eyes. It softened your heart and your expression. "Please," he whispered. "Just let me finish."

You sighed and sat back down.

"Can I start over?" he asked.

You nodded. "Please do."

"Do you remember when you first joined the team?"

"Of course."

"So do I. Better than I should, actually," he mumbled. "When you first started, I thought you were amazing. You were so incredibly smart, but so humble. You made me laugh, you brightened my day every single day...you made me feel something I wasn't sure I'd ever feel."

You inhaled softly, his words stirring something inside of you that you weren't sure you wanted to feel.

"Those first few weeks were incredible and I was so glad that you'd joined the team--not just because I enjoyed your company, but because of how good of a profiler you are. I realized there was a problem pretty early on and it changed everything for me." He sighed. "I started to treat you differently from the rest of the team and I'll admit I took it a little too far. I thought if I pushed you as far away as I could, then I wouldn't want you anymore."

He ran his fingers through his hair and stood up. He started pacing the length of the dinning room, eyes trained on the floor. "The thing is, you'd already managed to wedge yourself in my heart and nothing I did changed that. I kept telling myself that I'm your boss and I can't feel what I feel for you--that I can't have you. I was so angry at the whole situation that I started taking it out on you--and you didn't deserve that." He finally looked up at you. "You don't deserve that."

There were tears in your eyes, but you didn't say a word--you couldn't.

"The night of the op...I struggled to keep my composure from the moment you walked out in that dress. You looked so incredibly beautiful--you took my breath away. But when we walked into that ballroom and those men looked at you so hungrily...it disgusted me. The mere thought of any one of them touching you made me sick to my stomach, especially knowing what kind of people they were."

He looked angry even in that moment, as if talking about it was unbearable.

"My natural protective instincts kicked in and I almost forgot what we were there to do. I know I teased you a little and I'm sorry about that--it was unprofessional."

"You weren't the only one doing the teasing," you reminded him gently.

He smiled slowly. "True. But still. I shouldn't have done that." He clenched his jaw. "But when Andrew Connors looked at you, I saw red. I knew he was the unsub before he even came over to us. The way he looked at you...it terrified me. Then I had to watch him walk away with you and I couldn't breathe, (Y/N). The thought of something happening to you was overwhelming."

"I didn't know," you whispered.

"I've gotten very good at hiding what I'm feeling," he conceded. "When we busted into his hotel room and I didn't see you right away...my brain jumped to the worst conclusions. But then I saw you and you looked uncomfortable, but alive. I've never felt relief like that in my life."

You offered him a small smile and he continued.

"When you told me that he'd touched you, I almost lost it, but you were so calm. It didn't bother you the way it bothered me, and I realized that part of the reason I was so upset was because of how I thought of you--the possessiveness I felt--like you were mine. I couldn't stand the thought of him touching what belonged to me."

He paused. "I'm not saying you belong to me--that's just how it felt to me in that moment," he clarified. "By the time we got back to the hotel, I was so worked up I could hardly control myself. That sassy little attitude of yours was the last straw and I broke."

"You didn't actually break--I invited you in," you said softly.

"I literally caged you against a wall."

"And you asked me to tell you to stop. I didn't want you to."

His expression shifted slightly. "You didn't? Like even now looking back?"

You laughed mirthlessly. "Hotch, did you really think you forced yourself on me?"

He nodded slowly.

"You know me better than that. If I didn't want to do it, it wouldn't have happened."

"I just thought that maybe you were feeling confused and pent-up like I was and you just gave in because I was there."

"Do you know how terrible that sounds?"

"You're so out of my league it's not even funny--and I'm your boss! Are you really so surprised that's what I was thinking?!"

You inhaled sharply. "I'm not out of your league, Aaron Hotchner."

"Of course you are!" he insisted.

You groaned in annoyance. "How many men have I dated since I joined the BAU?"

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"How many?" you asked again.

"I...I don't know. You've never mentioned anyone."

You nodded. "That's because there hasn't been a single man. Not one."

"Not one? How is that possible?"

"Not a single one. Do you know why?"

He shook his head.

"You," you said simply.

"Me?"

"I wanted you from the moment we met and for some damn reason that's never changed, even with the way we treated each other."

His face was filled with complete and utter shock, which surprised you.

"You're a profiler, Aaron," you teased. "Did you really not know?"

He shook his head. "Maybe I just didn't want to believe it."

"Why not?"

"Because then I wouldn't have an excuse to keep us apart."

"And now?" you whispered.

He crossed the space between you and grabbed your hand, pulling you up out of your chair. "I can't take any of this back, (Y/N), and to be honest, I don't want to."

You gently caressed his face. "Something real?" you asked softly.

He turned his face into your hand and kissed your palm. "Something real," he confirmed.

You stood on your tiptoes and pulled him down to kiss you, his lips softly caressing yours. You moaned softly as you leaned into him, deepening the kiss. His arms snaked around your lower body, pulling you flush against him.

When you finally separated to breathe, Hotch leaned his forehead against yours. "I don't want to be presumptuous--" he began.

"Bedroom is the first room on the left," you murmured.

He chuckled. "You read my mind."

He slid his hands under your thighs and pulled you up with ease. You wrapped your legs around his waist with a giggle as he carried you to your bedroom.

"So strong, Agent Hotchner," you teased warmly.

"Hmm," he hummed. "I like these titles you use."

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed."

He tossed you down onto the bed and you laughed lightly.

"What are you gonna do to me, sir?"

He groaned softly. "You're going to be the death of me, beautiful."

You smiled and leaned back on your elbows. "I certainly hope not. I have plans for you."

"Sounds ominous," he teased.

You grinned. "You're going to love it, I promise. Now, why don't you lose those wet clothes?"

He smiled. "Only because you asked so sweetly." He started to unbutton his shirt tantalizingly slowly, eyes never leaving yours.

You bit your lip as you watched him, silently begging him to speed it up.

After what felt like an eternity he slid the shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor, but of course he was still wearing his undershirt. He started to very slowly lift it up, eliciting a groan from you.

"Aaron."

He chuckled. "Alright, alright." He pulled the shirt off over his head and tossed it onto the floor.

You let out a little hum of approval, which made him blush. He was a confident man, but he felt very exposed under your gaze.

He shed his pants quickly, leaving nothing on but his boxers. You eyed the bulge appreciatively, the memories of his size on the forefront of your mind.

"I think you're a little overdressed, baby," he teased lightly.

You looked down at your t-shirt and pj pants. "Hmm...you might be right." You yanked your shirt off in one smooth motion, tossing it to the side before looking back at him.

He practically pounced onto the bed, eyes glued to your torso. "No bra?" he whispered.

"I wasn't expecting company."

"I'm not complaining," he said almost reverently as he hovered over you, hands touching your sides.

He licked his lips before kissing you softly, moving down the column of your throat down towards your breasts. He swirled his tongue around your nipple before giving it a light nip as he took it into his mouth.

Your back arched towards him and a soft moan left your lips. Your hands immediately went to his broad shoulders, holding onto him as he toyed with you.

His hands slid down your sides, fingers digging into your skin as he went. He didn't want to let go of you, but he needed to remove your pants. He was dying to bury himself between your legs.

You wiggled your hips to help him as he tugged off your pjs. "Baby," he groaned, as you laid before him completely bare. "Never wear underwear ever again."

You laughed lightly. "If you promise to keep looking at me like that, I'll burn every pair I own."

He grinned wolfishly. "I'll make it worth your while."

He gripped your thighs and tugged your legs apart with gentle force. You gasped softly and his eyes flicked up to you to make sure you were okay. What he saw had him moaning with need of his own.

Your eyes were hooded and filled with lust, lips parted, a warm blush heating your face. You bit your lip when you caught him staring and shifted your hips slightly to get his attention back where you wanted it.

He gave you a little smirk before lowering himself comfortably between your legs. He nipped at the soft flesh of your inner thighs, hands massaging your hips gently.

"Aaron," you whined.

"Patience, sweetheart," he mumbled.

You whimpered softly, but you had a feeling he would make it worth the wait.

His lips slowly made their way towards your core, warming your body from the outside in. After what felt like an eternity, his tongue finally darted out sliding between your folds with ease.

You gasped in pleasure as he settled in, mouth moving against your core with expert precision. Every swipe of his tongue, movement of his lips, and vibration from his moans had you shivering with pleasure.

It didn't take him very long to work you into a heated frenzy. Within minutes, you were coming apart on his tongue, cries of his name reverberating through the bedroom. Your fingers clutched his dark hair, giving it a light tug when the pleasure became too much.

He lifted himself up, licking his lips as he eyed you with a dark look. His ministrations had only served to fuel his hunger and you could tell he was struggling to maintain his control.

"Can I taste you?" you asked sweetly.

Surprise lit up his features. "You--you don't have to."

You furrowed your brows. "I want to--badly."

He nodded hesitantly, rolling over to allow you access. He helped you remove his boxers and you inhaled sharply when his cock sprang free. You hadn't gotten a very good look at it the last time, but you'd known it was large. Now seeing it, all you wanted to do was feel the weight against your tongue.

You gripped the shaft firmly, pulling a soft moan from his throat. You licked your lips before pressing kisses to the head, the shaft, and his balls. You traced the large vein on the shaft with your tongue before slipping his large member into your mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, hands immediately wrapping themselves in your hair.

Your mouth was so warm and wet, and the way you moved had him breathing heavily and making the sexiest sounds you'd ever heard. Each one spurred you on and your motions quickened.

"Just like that baby," he moaned. "Feels amazing."

You hummed appreciatively around his cock, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through his body. His hips jerked up to meet your mouth and you gagged slightly.

A look of panic crossed his face at the sound, but when he looked down at you, it was clear you didn't mind. You pushed yourself a little lower onto his cock, gagging again as you took him into your throat. You wanted to make sure he knew you were into it.

He was surprised by how much it turned him on, his moans becoming almost embarrassingly loud. "Gonna cum if you keep doing that," he said lowly.

You sped up slightly, the only signal you gave him that you wanted exactly that--his cum pouring down your throat.

Moments later, he gasped your name as he came, and you swallowed every drop he gave you. You paid special attention to the head of his cock as he came down from his high, making sure to prolong his pleasure as much as possible.

He tugged your hair gently, pulling you off of him and up to his face so he could kiss you. When you separated, he was completely breathless.

"Where--" he breathed deeply, trying to steady his heart rate. "Where did you learn...to do...that?"

You grinned. "A magician never reveals her secrets," you teased with a wink.

He chuckled. "Best I've ever had, hands down."

You blushed. "Thank you."

"Thank you," he countered. He flipped you onto your back and climbed on top of you again.

"Oh!" you gasped in surprise as your back hit the mattress. "We're not done?"

He looked surprised. "Do you wanna be?"

You shook your head rapidly, causing him to laugh. "It's just--in my experience, most men are one and done."

"Oh baby, you've been hanging out with all the wrong men," he teased. "Besides, you only came once."

Your brows knit together in confusion. "So...?"

"I need at least two more from you."

"Two more? I've never cum more than once during sex."

"Oh now that sounds like a challenge," he said devilishly. "And I love a good challenge."

You blushed a little and wiggled slightly under him.

"Hey," he said softly. "We don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. Tell me to stop and I will, no matter what."

You smiled warmly and touched his cheek. "I appreciate that. I want you...I'm just not used to the whole 'multiple orgasms' thing."

He kissed your palm. "May I try?"

You nodded slowly. "Please..."

"I'll go slow, baby."

In a split second, you decided you didn't want him to go slow. You wanted him to ruin you and you had a pretty good idea how to rile him up.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, sir." You put a lot of emphasis on the title, hoping it would have the desired effect.

You weren't disappointed. His eyes darkened instantly and his grip on your hips tightened. "Is that what you want, huh? You want me to use this sweet little pussy for my own pleasure?"

You inhaled sharply, desire evident in your expression. "Make me scream," you begged.

Hotch shifted his body and thrust into you without any warning, earning a cry of pained pleasure from your lips. "I can't deny such a pretty little request," he growled before he began to pound into you, setting a brutal pace.

You cried out again as the pain faded away, leaving only white hot pleasure in its wake. Your nails clawed at his back, finding purchase anywhere they could.

"Shit, baby--this pussy was made for me," he mumbled against the shell of your ear.

"Oh god," you moaned loudly.

"Keep making those pretty little sounds for me, baby."

His thrusts were measured and precise, each one hitting your sweet spot and sending waves of pleasure through you. Every inch of your body was on fire, from the tips of your toes up to the roots of your hair. You had never in your life felt this incredible and you never wanted it to end.

"Aaron," you gasped. "I'm so--so close."

"Fuck--" he growled. "Say my name again."

"Aaron."

Somehow his pace increased and it sent you tumbling right over the edge. You came with surprising force, pussy pulsating around his cock. As badly as he would have liked to keep his pace, he had to slow down to avoid cumming too.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against your neck. "Doing so well for me. Gonna give me one more?"

You hadn't been sure it was possible for you to have two orgasms, let alone three, but you were 100% willing to try. You nodded, but it wasn't enough for him.

"Can you use those words for me, pretty girl?"

"Yes, sir," you murmured.

He groaned and began to pick up his pace again. "That's my good girl."

Your eyes widened and your nails dug into his flesh slightly. The burning sensation caught his attention and he smiled. "You like that don't you? You wanna be my good girl?"

You nodded hastily. "Yes, sir. Please. I'll be so good for you."

He grinned. "Of course you will, baby."

He shifted his weight and pulled your legs up to his chest, allowing him to thrust even more deeply inside of you. His thrusts never faltered, his pace remained steady.

You whimpered below him, the pleasure almost too much. Your body was so sensitive, but you didn't want him to stop. "Please," you whispered.

"Please what, sweetheart? Tell me what you need."

"More," you begged.

He kissed your leg softly before sliding a hand down between your thighs. He began to gently circle your clit as he continued pounding into you. Your moans grew in volume and your legs began to shake as the pleasure built.

"I know you're close, baby," he groaned. "I need you to cum for me."

You moaned as he increased the pressure on your clit. The feeling of his hands on you, his cock filling you up so thoroughly, and the gentle skill of his fingers combined to send you to the very edge.

You knew you needed something more--but you weren't sure if he would be comfortable with it. Neither of you had exactly had time to discuss what you were into in the bedroom.

You reached up and grabbed his hand from your leg, pulling it towards your face. He watched you, a look of confusion marring his handsome features. You placed his hand on the base of your neck, giving it a light squeeze to ensure he knew what you wanted.

His eyes widened, but he didn't move his hand. "Are you sure?" he whispered.

You nodded quickly. "Please, Aaron--I need it."

He groaned lowly and added a small amount of pressure to your throat, not enough to choke you, but enough for you to know he was there and he was in control.

You gasped in pleasure, the mixture of the various sensations threatening to overwhelm you. Within moments, you were crying out as you came, body shaking beneath his as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

"Shit--" he moaned loudly. "I'm gonna--gonna cum."

"Fill me up," you begged.

It was all he needed to hear to cum, a cry of your name falling from his lips. His cock filled with you with what felt like an endless amount of his seed, his orgasm lasting for several seconds.

Finally, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. He kissed whatever skin he could reach as he tried to catch his breath.

"That was pretty decent," you said breathily, a teasing tone lacing your voice.

"Just decent?" he asked, head lifting to glare at you affectionately.

"Sooooo decent."

He laughed and you shot him a grin.

"Seriously, Aaron. It was fucking amazing."

"I couldn't agree more. I can stay here forever." He kissed your jaw. "Unless I'm hurting you?"

You shook your head. "I kinda like your body weight on top of me. Feels nice."

"Good because I don't think I can move yet."

You laughed warmly and wrapped your arms around him to hold him tightly against you. "You're pretty cute like this."

"Did you just call me cute?" he mumbled against your skin.

"Mhmm."

"Thanks, baby," he said with a little chuckle. "You're pretty damn cute too."

"Just cute?" you teased.

He lifted his head to look at you and smiled warmly. "You are absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. And right now? God...literal perfection."

You blushed, your entire face turning red. "Aaron..."

"I'm serious, (Y/N)."

"Thank you," you said softly.

He lifted himself up so he could look down at you better. "I'm going to tell you every second of every day so you don't forget."

You laughed lightly. "You're a dork."

"And you're sexy."

You laughed harder. "I kinda like this game."

He kissed you gently before sitting up entirely. "How 'bout I run a bath for you, hmm?"

"That sounds nice."

You watched him as he walked to your adjoining bathroom and began to fill up the tub. You smiled as you watched him, feeling incredibly happy. He was so handsome and sweet...just like you'd thought he was when you first met him.

You had never been thankful for an unsub or a case before...but you were thankful for this one. This case changed everything for you and you had a strong feeling the change was going to be permanent.

Hotch turned around to look at you with a warm smile and you felt it in your bones, this deep adoration for the man in front of you. You felt happy for the first time in years, really and truly happy--and you knew it was going to last forever.

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Right And Wrong

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: Some swear words, brief mention of sex

Length: 2.2k+ words

Summary: Working for a company that makes and builds different jets for naval bases has been an experience over the past year, and on top of that you have the best co workers and boss. Until one day the son of the owner shows up to change everything

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"Please tell me," your friend came running up to you nearly out of breath her eyes wide like she had the biggest news to tell you. "That you have heard."

"Heard what?" Setting your bag and coffee cup onto your desk as you sat down in your chair. She was always an energetic person in the morning, and you were kind of the opposite.

"I can't believe he's actually coming in today." She exclaimed as you just stared at her still completely confused to what she was talking about.

"Who?" You asked having absolutely no idea who she was talking about.

"He's never come into the office before, and nobody knows why." She kept rambling on like you already knew exactly who she was referring to.

"Who?" You asked again but she kept mumbling in disbelief and you were starting to get a little annoyed with her.

"Okay you better start talking soon or I'm throwing my coffee in your face." You threatened jokingly not in the mood to play her little mind games.

"Bradley Bradshaw is coming in today." Shrugging your shoulders having no idea who she was talking about or why this man was so important. "Oh come on you can't tell me you don't know who he is."

"Can't say I've ever heard of him." Turning around in your chair as you started typing an email.

"Well you better act like you know him when he comes in." Crossing her arms across her chest a warning in her tone.

"Is he like royalty or something?" She scoffed at your response.

"Basically." Leaning against your desk as you looked back up at her. "He's the son of the company’s owner."

"Oh yeah right I thought the last name sounded familiar." Snapping your fingers as you finally remembered the last name.

You'd only been working at this company for about a year, and were still learning new things every day. You worked for a company that made jets, and sells them to different naval bases across the nation.

You knew who ran the company, but you've only met the man a couple of times in meetings. He seemed like a really sweet man, and seemed like the type of man to take care of his employees. You were just hoping his son was the same.

Jake Seresin was actually your boss, and everything you did was ordered by him. Jake was cocky and would flirt with you, but he was never rude or incredibly demanding of you. He has never crossed the line with you, and could actually be very nice. Never yelled at you or threatened to fire you. He was the perfect boss.

"I've heard his son is a major asshole." Well there goes that thought of him being nice. "But he is devastatingly handsome and single."

"Let me guess," you started off saying as you fully turned your chair towards her." He's a major playboy."

"I mean yeah." She shrugged like it was no big deal. "He's got women kneeling at his feet."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Your voice dripping with sarcasm as you chuckled.

"Once you see him though you'll see why girls throw themselves at him." She raised an eyebrow at while puckering her lips.

"Yeah the fact that he is worth millions and millions of dollars has nothing to do with it." Shaking your head as she just rolled her eyes at you.

"I mean the money is just an added bonus." She argued back.

"So for all you know he could be a millionaire with syphilis." Her mouth going wide open with a grin as your choice words.

"God that would suck if he does have something gross." Frowning disappointingly at the thought of her hopes and dreams getting crushed.

"Good morning ladies." Jake greeted as he looked up from his phone.

"Good morning Mr. Seresin." The both of you said simultaneously with a warm smile. Your friend twirling her hair in her finger as he bit her bottom lip enticingly.

"I hope you two aren't gossiping already." He chuckled being one of those bosses who bantered back and forth with his staff.

"That's how we get through the day sir." You joked as he shook his head with a huge smile

“Well try and play nicely girls.” Giving you both a sly wink as he stepped into his office.

"I'm gonna fuck him one day." She whispered loud enough for you to her as you almost choked on your coffee.

"Jesus Christ." Covering your mouth with your hand as you looked at her with wide eyes and she just laughed. "Could you be a little more blunt."

"Every single girl in this office would jump at the chance to get in his bed." She responded back as you just shook your head at her.

"Do all you think about is sex?" Nudging her shoulder as she giggled.

"Don't act like you wouldn't jump his bones should the opportunity arise." She was right but you weren't going to admit that out loud.

"Some of us can keep our legs closed." Squinting your eyes as you smirked at her.

"Once you see him shirtless you won't be saying that." She said in a sing songy voice.

"I have some dignity." Trying to not picture him shirtless now.

Now curious to what his body looked like, but having a good idea with how thick his arms were through his shirts. Even his thigh muscles bulged under his dress pants. The man looked like he took care of himself, and worked out everyday.

"Whatever I'm gonna go back to my desk." Waving her hand in defeat as she trudged back to her desk as you laughed at her.

She welcomed you on your first day with a friendly smile and helpful hand. Showing you the ropes, and shortcuts to things that they didn't teach you. Since then the two of you have become like best friends, and we're constantly hanging out and over at each others places. You were just thankful to have a friend like her.

Going through paper work and emails starting your day off right away. It was Friday and you weren't wanting to spend one extra minute after work trying to catch up. You were wanting to leave soon as possible, and open a bottle of wine and watch your shows. Jake was usually good about not stacking up the work load on your shoulders.

Although he was quite impressed how quickly you could keep up even having no experience in this kind of field before. He was just lucky he had someone like you to make his job easier, and he paid you very well too.

If Jake wasn't your boss you probably would have tried to date him. Or at least be more flirty with him, and probably tried to get him into bed. He was good looking, and was used to girls swooning over him.

So engrossed in your work that you didn't even hear someone walking up to your desk, and stopped in front of you. Feeling a shadow you slowly looked up to see a tall and hulkish man standing there with a grin on his face. Staring at him with a stoic look wondering who this man was.

He had on a very clean and expensive navy blue suit. His hair was perfectly combed back his blonde highlights exposed under the ceiling lights. The one thing that did stand out about him though was the trimmed mustache under his nose. Most men looked like cheesy porn stars with mustaches, but he actually looked really good in it.

"Can I help you?" Asking him as you stopped typing.

"Yeah is Jake in?" He asked looking over to where his office was.

"Do you have an appointment?" Chuckling at your question like you told a joke.

"I don't need an appointment sweetheart." He clicked his tongue at you, feeling your lips turn into a frown.

"Uh yeah you do." Answering him no amusement in your voice.

"All you gotta do is take those pretty hands of yours and pick up that phone and call your boss." His tone condescending towards you leaning back in your chair in disbelief at how he was talking to you.

"Or.. you can come back when you have an appointment." Snapping back at him but he just laughed lightly at you.

"You're new here aren't you?" Cocking his head to the side not in the least bit deterred by your tone.

You weren't going to let this guy upset you or get you frustrated. It would look bad on you if Jake saw or heard what was going on, and how you presented yourself to a potential client. How you act reflects on the man who owns this company, and that could mean your job. That's why you just decided to ignore his question.

"No appointment. No Jake." Standing your ground as you stood up crossing your arms under your breasts.

Watching as his eyes dropped down to your chest to whatever exposed cleavage he could ogle at. Hearing yourself scoff in disgust at this man already not liking him based off his whole demeanor and mannerisms. This man was one false move away from getting slapped.

"Do you know who I am sweetheart?" Raising an eyebrow at you as he stepped closer.

"No and quite frankly I could care less." Lifting your head up so you could look into his eyes.

"You've got some balls on you sweetheart." He was impressed that you weren't afraid of him, but also found it funny that you had no clue who he was.

“Bigger balls than what you’ve got.” Mumbling under your breath but he still heard you anyway.

“Keep talking sweetheart and you’ll find out.” His tone darker and deeper you visibly gulped at his threat.

"Stop calling me sweetheart."

"What's your name then?" He asked as he was standing so close you could smell the coffee on his breath.

"Like hell I'm gonna tell you my name." The man in front of you continued to smirk at you as you had one of disgust and distaste.

The two of you were just standing there staring at each other the other one refusing to back down first. It was like a challenge to you, and you were determined to win. Not even noticing that other people in the office were watching the two of you like a show down.

The tension was so thick between you two it could have been cut with a butter knife. At some point you felt like your body was starting to gravitate towards him, and you were getting lost in his eyes. This man was incredibly handsome but he was a major asshole the way he walked in here like he owned the place.

"Hey man I didn't even hear you come in." Jakes voice echoed as he walked towards you both stepping back from the man still maintaining eye contact.

Silently thanking Jake for coming out when he did otherwise things could have gotten worse. Jake clearly knew the man, and you almost blurted out what a major asshole he was being. Biting down on your tongue though not wanting to piss off Jake.

"Yeah sorry I was just talking to this beautiful woman." He complimented and you held back the fake gag in your throat.

"Yes she is beautiful and she also happens to be my very best employee." Turning to Jake to give him a very weak smile. "This is Y/N."

"Perfect name for her." This man was grinning like the Cheshire Cat rolling your eyes when Jake wasn't looking.

"She's been taking care of me for about a year now." He was singing your praise your ears felt like they were on fire.

"I'm sure she has." His tone and words like he was trying to say that Jake was meaning something else.

"I'm glad that you could come in at last minute." Focusing his attention on the man now as you just stood there.

"Of course you're my best friend I'd do anything for you." Great just your luck the two of them were best friends.

"I know it's a lot to ask of you." Now you were wondering what was going on looking away trying to act like you weren't paying attention anymore.

"Yeah of course anything for my fathers company." Your ears perked up as you shot your eyes over to the arrogant asshole who was smirking at you.

"F-father?" Stuttering as you looked over at Jake praying that you heard him wrong.

"Yeah his dad owns this company." Your stomach dropped and you wished the floor would swallow you whole. "This is Bradley Bradshaw."

"Nice to meet you sweetheart." Using the same pet name you hated before daring you to say something in front of Jake.

"I'm glad you two could meet." Jake having no idea of the interaction that you two just had. You were just gonna have to grin and bare it.

"She and I are gonna have a good time." Scrunching your face up wondering what he was meaning.

"What?" Your voice hushed as you had a look of panic that you hoped Jake didn't spot. "What does he mean?"

"Bradley's gonna be working here." All the background noise was now completely silent as you just stared at him a blank expression. "He's gonna be your boss for the next year."

#bradley bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw x reader #miles teller smut #bradley bradshaw smut #miles teller x reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #miles teller fanfiction #bradley bradshaw imagines #miles teller imagines #Bradley bradshaw fic #miles teller fic

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ms-cartoon · 11 months

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helluva boss female character personalities are completely based on their relationship to male characters that we're supposed to like

the ladies who have either no relationship or a negative relationship with the likable men are bitches 100% of the time. they are rude and stupid and have no other traits and we are just supposed to hate them. (incl. stella, the 2 clown girls from the latest episode, that karen from the drs office- scratch that, every single female comic relief background character)

on the other hand the ladies who are attached to the likable male characters are always shown in a positive light no matter how rude they are (loona, blitzo's sister). this is also the only time we see nice female characters (millie, beelzebub, octavia).

it's kind of funny how straight up sexist it is atp

Exactly! It's kind of like a back-and-forth thing with these characters.

Females who have no relation to the male protagonists = bad guys and we should hate them.

Females who do have a relationship with male protagonists, but treat them horribly anyway and are otherwise left alone = Let's root for them!!!

Some people would only give Loona and Barbie a pass simply because they have (or had in Barbie's case) a certain relationship with Blitzo (a character we're supposed to be rooting for). With Loona, if it's not her being a bangable furry then it's her traumatic past that makes her behavior and actions excusable. She could make fun of Moxxie and call him fat every single time like she's been doing, she could be hostile out of nowhere or distant around people who try to be nice to her (e.g. S1, EP 8), she could say the most hurtful thing possible to Blitzo and act like she hates him, even try to hurt him physically and we're supposed to look at it as "Oh, it's just a traumatic response. She's actually really likable".

. . . I'm sorry. I'm not buying it. No matter how you look at it, calling someone fat, physically abusing a loved one, disrespecting a loved one, and just downright being hostile to someone who doesn't deserve it makes you a bad person! Loona did all those things, making her a bad person. What- when she's beating on Blitzo and kicking his balls in, do you expect me to be like, "Aww! She just needs a hug!"

I can't say much about Barbie, cuz we don't know why she doesn't like Blitzo. I mean- It could only be because she possibly believes he's the reason for the circus's shambles and their mother's death, but it's not confirmed. But in her case, it's more that we see her in the wrong for being hostile to Blitzo and that's supposed to make us feel bad for him. It's been happening with these characters a lot and it's annoying. That includes Stolas with Octavia.

I can't dislike Octavia like how I dislike Loona. I never disliked her. I love Octavia! She is far from being a terrible character. I never said she was one. If anything, I feel bad for her. But right now, it seems to me that she's only a tool character to make Stolas seem pitiful. As a father, Stolas made some pretty crappy decisions and Octavia can only get mad for a little bit until the last minute of the episode when she has a change of heart and willingly forgives him as well as give him a full apology when HE was the one that screwed up. And yes, he was going to say sorry . . . until she stopped him mid-sentence so she could apologize. That just shows us that she feels she's wrong for running away from him, even though he was the one that screwed up. My girl deserves better than this.

#helluva boss #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #anti helluva boss #critique

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todomemolesta18 · 10 months

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Helluva boss they actually have much more accurate portrayal of bullying through blitzo and loona. Not stella not glitz and glam. So anyone is capable being a bully whether that individual have any experience being mistreated or not. Helluva boss they on the part the bully have experience being mistreated some of this writing i see have several issue while it does explain why the bully acted like that they making it as an excuse. Some manage to do it well by explaining whether they have redemption or not it doesnt matter.

Stella 'bullying' is very laughable to me and unbelievable. I see some comic make it their way how stella bullying stolas then join by andrealphus. Heres the thing they re rank is are lower compare to stolas so they receive immediate consequence for doing that the ars goetia is not gonna let that slide so easily regardless of their intention of doing that. Stella is not a threat not even in the slightest, people make big deal out of her hiring assassin like stolas have powerful magic so he'll be fine. Glitz and glam they just come across as a more of rude contestant over being a bully to me personally. Blitzo and Loona now thats the bully we can talk about they work in the same enviroment as moxxie, they constantly bully him verbally sometime psyhically, blitzo threatening him with sexual assault, blitzo stalking hes own employee hes really obsessed. Theres also moment where he can be nice toward moxxie the bullying he does is coming like bullying from closest friend. Blitzo himself have trauma and is being mistreated so he need to have that power this also apply to loona

I seen some female bully who is much more believable pose as a threat and their bullying is more convincing. In percy jackson story percy jackson is being bullied by nancy bobofit. She have much more friend the teacher liked her percg jackson is neurodivergent too this we believe she bullying percy. Bullying is bad yes but some people should be more aware and careful how to depict it.

Female character dont have the same treatment toward male character. They are more easily seen as irredemable, annoying, and people are also have unrealistic expectation put on them, they are less forgiven for their mistake than the male character. In percy jackson fandom theres misogny nancy bobofit she is annoying but i think fans are went too far to seen as irredemable when theres human adult and gods who done way worse than her this happen in helluva boss look at how they treated stella, millie, glitz glam, verosika, barbie

Yes, I hate the misoginy and hipocresy so much. Now, yes Blitzo and Loona are bullies and it doesnt matter how sad their backstory is, they are shitty people

#anti helluva boss #helluva boss critical #anti blitzo #anti loona

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oph3liatlou · 10 months

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— WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH?

pairing(s) - comforting!lisa cuddly x sick!reader

word count - 1,194

warnings - full sarcasm, sexual innuendos, no implied gender for reader but probably male.

proofread? - no, i’m too tired from moving 😭

note from author - my nickname from my friends is literally ‘house’, can you tell? ;)

summary - when you don’t show up for work, your boss gets concerned.

You hadn’t shown up for work that day, nor had you called in sick. Cuddy, your boss - was furious, to the point that she had actually, shown up at your house. There was a knocking and, you opened it to see your bosses face fuming. “Do you just not show up to work now?”

You were clearly sick, but that didn’t stop the sarcasm coming out of your mouth. “Wow, you look nice this evening. Is that new makeup, titled ‘bitter rage’?”

Cuddy rolled her eyes, annoyed by your sarcasm but, ignoring it as she had other things to say. “You know, next time, you could actually call in - instead of making me drive all the way over here to check in on you.”

You were quick to retort, despite your brain fog from your cold. “But that would defeat the purpose of me annoying you.” You paused to sniffle. “It’s so cool, how I can do that when I’m not even at work!” You gasped.

Cuddy scoffed, looking you up and down from where she was standing. “You’re such a child.” She muttered before continuing. “I should’ve expected something like this from you - what if patients were counting on you to be there today?”

“Don’t worry - I told them to hold off on the dying part until I get back.” You nodded with a sarcastic smile.

Cuddy’s face scrunched up in annoyance as she rolled her eyes before stepping forward, and nudging her way into your house. You closed the door in response and turned to the couch. “You know your attitude towards work is why nobody likes working with you, right?”

You covered your nose to sneeze before responding, mocking her tone. “You say that like I care.”

“Why do you think you’re still single at your age?” She said, not caring how rude she sounded.

You made your way to your couch, grumbling. “You’re still single too,” You paused. “I just like strippers.”

Cuddy frowned, not impressed by your comment - but also not surprised. “At lease I haven’t been caught in another act with some sleazy chick, on one of the hospitals security cameras. Did you forget about that?” She teased.

You stood, heading towards the kitchen to find a bottle of cold medication and taking three. “No, I just wanted the tape for later.”

Cuddy was stunned for a few seconds, but managed to regain her composure. “The nerve of you - is everything sexual for you?” She asked, following you into the kitchen.

You put the bottle back in the drawer as you chuckled. “Yeah.” You paused for a moment, looking at her and furrowing your eyebrows. “Now, are you just here to add to my pre-existing headache?”

She looked at you with a straight face, before her eyebrows furrowed and she crossed her arms. She ignored your question. “One, you’re coming back to work tomorrow. And two - as your boss and, your friend - you should really be taking better care of yourself.” She said, as her voice and expression softened.

You stayed silent for a moment, sniffling from your cold - but still looking her up and down. You cleared your throat and ruined the moment. “I should…” You agreed. “Make me some soup then!” You shuffled past her, back to sitting on the couch and flipping through the TV stations.

Cuddy looked annoyed once again. This was more entertaining than the TV. “Really? Now Im supposed to take care of you?” Her arms were still crossed. “You know, if you got a girlfriend like you always say you want - she could take care of you when your sick…make you soup.”

Despite you being sick, you smirked at her from the couch. “No girlfriends ever made me soup.” You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna start?”

Cuddy groaned, clearly not wanting to start anything with you. However, she soon let out a loud sigh and started walking towards the kitchen. “You’re such a child.” She repeated before going into the kitchen.

You heard things being moved around as Cuddy prepares to make you some soup. You didn’t say a word, but your eyes followed her around the kitchen.

After several minutes of moving in the kitchen, Cuddy came back into the living room where you were. She placed the bowl of soup on the coffee table in front of you. “It’s chicken noodle - it’s also all you had.” She said, the first part being genuine.

You nodded at her and started eating the soup - too prideful to thank her now.

Cuddy frowned slightly at your lack of acknowledgment. “I don’t want to hear you whining and complaining about your cold once you’re back to work tomorrow.” She said, clearly not letting you get away with your attitude - even though you always did.

You glanced up at her as you swallowed your soup. “Why do you think I have you nursing me back to health?” You flirted - out of habit.

You saw Cuddy’s face turn a slight shade of pink but, she waited for a moment before speaking. “I feel like I’m the only one who can take care of you.” She said, her expression a mixture of concern and annoyance.

You nodded as she sat down next to you. “You’re right.” You started before pursing your lips. “Wilson’s a terrible girlfriend.” You joked, in full sarcasm.

Cuddy sighed while looking away from you and towards the TV. She was clearly irritated. “I’m trying to be serious here,” She sighed once more, this time looking at you. “Why do I care so much?”

You look at her and stay silent before standing and taking your bowl into the kitchen. “Thanks for the soup.” You settled, not answering her hypothetical question.

Cuddy watched as you walked away into the kitchen to clean your bowl. “Don’t mention it…” She mumbled under her breath - she knew how avoidant you were. As you came back, she checked her phone - someone from work needed to see her earlier in the morning then when she’d normally come in.

“Work?” You asked gently, sitting back on the couch. She stood as if she was about to leave.

“Unfortunately.” She responded, still looking at the messages on her phone. “I have back-to-back meetings tomorrow about some hospital funding.” She said before shaking her head. “I should get home.”

You scoffed for a moment. “Sounds boring.” You paused for a moment looking at her. “Just stay here, you’re closer to the hospital and you could probably get a few extra hours of sleep.”

Cuddy looked at you, surprised by the offer. “Are you sure?” She asked, thinking about it for a few seconds. “I don’t want to intrude.” Cuddy paused with an unsure expression. But, when she thought about it - your house was way closer to the hospital and she wouldn’t have to be up so early.

You shrugged as if her choice didn’t effect you. “Yeah, whatever. I’m going to bed myself.” You paused. “There’s blankets in the closet, if you’re staying.”

And you were already halfway down the hallway to your bedroom.

#writing #oneshot #reqs open #request #house #house md #gregory house #lisa #lisa cuddy #cuddy #dr cuddy #Spotify

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leverage-ot3 · 7 months

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What are your k drama recommendations??!? I need new ones

omg my time has come thank you anon for giving me the opportunity to ramble about shows

I ended up talking WAY too long so I'm putting everything after the first one under the cut

all of us are dead- show about high schoolers as a zombie apocalypse starts. very funny and relatable, literally they call the police and are like 'have you seen train to busan?' bffrrn. has a lot of social commentary and there are references to the sinking of mc sewol (a cruise that sunk where the captain deserted it and left a large amount of high schoolers to drown). commentary about how adults save themselves first/leave youth to fend for themselves. one of my comfort shows and although they didn't intend for more seasons, it was received so well that they have been renewed! I am also an ot4 truther and sometimes talk about them on my international shows sideblog: @nam-on-jo

sweet home- (disclaimer: I am not caught up and have not yet seen s2 which came out a little while ago) honestly I have no idea how to explain this so I'm gonna copy-paste the blurb: as humans turn into savage monsters, one troubled teenager and his neighbours fight to survive and to hold onto their humanity. basically people turn into monsters for [redacted] reasons and everyone in his large apartment building is stuck inside trying to fend for their lives.

my name- I'm just going to paste the blurbs going forward because it's easier: Following her father's murder, a revenge-driven woman puts her trust in a powerful crime boss -- and enters the force under his direction. bro some of these twists I expected but others caught me off guard. I love the main character and am a little gay for her but I think that's valid because she's a bamf. there was a plot point at the end of the second to last episode that I really didn't like and made me very upset. narratively I get why they did it but it made me sad so I'm still pissy. might get around to writing a fix-it fic one day when motivation strikes because my girl deserves better things.

the guest- a detective, a catholic priest, and a psychic join forces to fight crime caused by supernatural forces. not to say they are my ot3 but they kinda are. (other ppl interpret it is a lesbian and her two bi/gay bffs which I also accept but. ot3 tho). LOVED every twist and turn and how the three of them go from not trusting one another to being family. genuinely one of my favorites from all the kdramas I've watched over the years and I want to rewatch it again soon

happiness (tvn)- The residents of a high-rise apartment fight for their lives against a deadly infectious disease while Sae-bom and Yi-hyun try to find the person because of whom the virus spread. bro I adored this. some characters annoyed me (which means they were written effectively) but it has so much. fake dating/marriage (they wanted a better apartment lmao). annoyances to lovers. mean/rude woman soft for sunshine man. what you will do for the people you love. morals and humanity during a catastrophy. *smacks show* you can fit so much into this. no but seriously, I thought this was a really interesting take on the zombie virus! so some of the time you come off completely asymptomatic and 'normal', so people can get away with acting normal and hiding the disease around other people, so the paranoia and mystery is REALLY amped up. had me guessing a LOT. sae-bom and yi-hyun are both cops/detectives and you find out really early (ep 1/2?) that sae-bom is immune which gives a really interesting dynamic that leaves her (to yi-hyun's exasperation and heightened blood pressure levels) to be kinda reckless in the pursuit of truth and salvation. I'm rambling now because this is making me watch to rewatch but yeah as a zombie/dystopia/apocalypse lover this was a good watch. it's more story-focused than violence-heavy which was a cool and refreshing twist

alice in borderland- okay y'all I am aware people had mixed feelings about s2 but overall I did enjoy the series. 'Obsessed gamer Arisu suddenly finds himself in a strange, emptied-out version of Tokyo in which he and his friends must compete in dangerous games in order to survive.' what can I say, I love a dystopian-esque setting.

the silent sea- imma be real, I only watched it for loml bae doona from sense8. 'During a perilous 24-hour mission on the moon, space explorers try to retrieve samples from an abandoned research facility steeped in classified secrets.' basically earth is in severe crisis mode as they run out of water to drink. water has recently been found on the moon, and although there was a mysterious tragedy that happened previously to researchers looking for water in a base on the moon, they have reached a level of desperation where they have another mission to look for moon water. mystery, paranoia, a couple of good twists ensue. I thought it was pretty good even though I have some mixed feelings about the open ending.

semantic error- yes I am sliding a bl into this list. bitch you thought. of course my bl-loving self would mention this (I forgot about it until I looked up good kdramas to remind myself of stuff I have watched). 'A strict, rule-abiding computer science major must work together with an artist with a polar-opposite personality to his.' confident cool boy meets bitch boy. it's great.

and of course...

leverage con artists- I would be fired from running this blog if I didn't mention the beloved korean spinoff of leverage. 'The series follows the story of Lee Tae-joon, a former insurance investigator who forms a team of thieves and con artists to target the rich and wealthy. The team was also formed to avenge Tae-joon's son's death.' I've posted about it before so I won't go super into it but it's VERY camp, a good time, and the ot3 is alive and well. debatable more overt than their predecessor!

other mentionables:

I tried watching kingdom (again for bae doona) but couldn't really get into it. might try again later because it's critically acclaimed (I think) and has even gotten a spinoff series

my roommate really liked mr queen. I didn't really pay attention when we were in the same room and they were watching it but it's fruity

the island on amazon prime was good! interesting plot but not in my top 10 or anything. worth a watch if you're looking for a kdrama to watch in your spare time. features girlboss businesswoman being thrown into a world of the supernatural because [redacted]. supernatural black horse man keeps her safe while keeping a life-changing secret.

let's fight ghost was a thai show that I saw and loved that was adapted into a kdrama called bring it on ghost, but honestly I couldn't get through it because I liked the thai one better.

train to busan is technically a movie but it's iconic and well-known and I highly suggest watching it if you like zombie/apocalypse movies. disclaimer: kdramas do not have the slow 'walker' zombies. they are fucking fast and the stuff of my nightmares. would probably just jump off a bridge if this actually happened ngl

I did think that extraordinary attorney woo was cute. I never finished it and know that there are VERY valid criticisms about the perpetuation of media portraying people with autism in the stereotypical savant ways. however, I liked how the love interest accepted her for who she was, loved her because of who she was and made efforts to accommodate and learn how to comfort her in ways that would work for her

business proposal was pretty decent if you like lighthearted romance- I didn't finish it but would like to at some point

tale of the nine tailed was another one that my roommate and I started watching but never finished. it was alright! just lost interest

shows on my watchlist:

black knight (netflix)- 'In a dystopian future devastated by air pollution, the survival of humanity depends on a group of deliverymen known as the Black Knights who navigate the wastelands using unconventional means.'

copycat killer-

hellbound (netflix)-

shop for killers (hulu)- 'A nephew who lost his parents and grew up in the hands of an uncle who runs a shopping mall faces a new truth after his uncle's sudden death.'

the legend of the blue sea (viki + hulu)- 'A magistrate's plan to release mermaids into the ocean backfires when they're caught by fishermen.' (legit I just miss mermaid media)

gyeongseong creature (netflix)- 'In the city of Gyeongseong in 1945, a group of young people thinking only of their own survival encounter a monster born of human greed and ask themselves what humanity is.'

dark hole (viki)- 'A mysterious black fog from a petrochemical factory's sinkhole turns people into bizarre figures; people who are not infected try to survive in this middle of pandemonium.'

the cursed (multiple)- 'An enthusiastic social issues reporter, fighting against the evil hidden behind an IT conglomerate, meets a teen-age girl who is possessed by a spirit and has special abilities.'

blood (multiple)- 'Dr Park Ji Sang believes in the sanctity of human life, and struggles to treat terminally ill cancer patients and save lives while at the same time being a vampire.'

the ghost detective (viki)- 'In this horror thriller drama, a detective who catches ghosts tries to solve the case of his younger sibling's death with the help of his assistant.'

possessed (netflix)- 'A smart-mouthed detective and a reclusive psychic medium join together to get rid of the ghost of a murder who was executed 20 years ago.'

connect (hulu)- 'A man is kidnapped and one of his eyes removed by a gang of organ hunters; his eyes was transplanted into body of a serial killer; the unwilling donor now has terrible visions as he witnesses terrifying attacks on the residents of Seoul.'

and now just because so many of these only have het romances, I looked up k-dramas with lgbtq representation... (some of these recommendations were from articles from screenrant, movieweb, this subreddit, herzindagi (bl-focused), allkpop)

schoolgirl detectives (viki)- 'Five teenage girls join together to investigate mysterious incidents that occur at their school, as well as help classmate deal with bullying, depression and other crises.'

be melodramatic (netflix, viki)- 'Three 30-year-old best friends, Jinju, Eun-jung and Hanju each pursue different paths in both career and love. Despite life's difficulties, the three friends can always return home at the end of the day and support each other.'

lily fever (available w/subtitles on youtube)- 'The story revolves around the budding relationship between Kim Kyung Ju and Jang Se Rang who meet when Kyung Ju can't find her passport and has to go to her friend's house to try and find it.'

love alarm (netflix)- 'In a world in which an app alerts people if someone in the vicinity likes them, Kim Jojo experiences young love while coping with personal adversities.'

nevertheless (netflix)- 'The story of a romance between a man who is annoyed with relationships but likes to flirt and a woman who wants to date but does not believe in love.' (wlw side couple romance)

#i worked on this while the other half of the screen was zoom (i was just supervising don't worry) and this post is now WAY too long #so i'm stopping here #jackie talks #about me #mine #asks #answered asks #anon asks #kdrama #kdramas #international shows #my recommendations #other media #read more

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youremyheaven · 5 months

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What you said about punarvasu men is literally my dad💀

He’s a punarvasu moon (I thought he was an ardra moon bc he lacks self discipline with alcohol/spending/food but I think Jupiter suits him more), with revati venus sun and mercury conjunction all within one degree.

As for his ascendant, it can only be from purvaphalguni to anuradha. My main theories are actually those two naks themselves or just leo/scorpio rashi in general because I think he might have pp mars 1H or Jyestha ketu 1H. Also I think he might be UP asc.

He also is very similar in many ways to my brother, who is dhanishta moon, hasta sun, magha asc (my brother is an actual menace but based off his placements I doubt I need to elaborate much further as to why). Anyway lmk what you think👀

But yeah here are some things about my punarvasu dad:

-He does have himbo vibes sometimes and is quite confident in his femininity. For example, growing up he would wear pink sometimes and do sweet things for me, like give me food at school that he’d bought if he just happened to be in the area

-However do not be fooled guys, he is huge misogynist😬 he regularly makes degrading comments towards women who act a certain way (calling them “bimbos”/”barbie”), and whenever someone is driving badly on the road he automatically assumes they’re a woman.

-Literally so rude and disrespectful to everyone except his mother (passed for unknown reasons years ago) and this 90 yr old woman he knows😭 I imagine he’s not rude to his customers at work but that man always has something bad to say! He talks shit about people constantly.

-Has anyone else noticed that punarvasu moons have weird relationships with their mothers? They’re either obsessed or they hate them

- He’s a huge megalomaniac and needs to be in control of us at all times. He needs to have everything a certain way and gets very angry at you if you deviate from it. He often spoils my brother (who is still a child) with the intention of getting him to like him more than my mother. This includes buying him expensive gifts, and when my mother scolds my brother over his bad behaviour, he goes crying to my dad who proceeds to coddle him and act like she’s the bad guy.

My dad has encouraged my brother when he’s been physically abusive or degrading to my mother several times😬

He once told my brother at the airport “I don’t care if you don’t listen to your mother or any of your teachers at school, but you must listen to me. I’m the boss. Ok?” It sounded way more controlling irl but I’m just paraphrasing.

- He’s very into tarot, thelemism and astral projection and gets very preachy about it lol

- He is very disrespectful towards my mothers family (my mother is from an Eastern European 2nd world country) and degrades them for being stupid/unmarried/etc. He has this longstanding beef with my maternal grandma (UBP moon, mula sun, certified girlboss) for being eratic and controlling esp towards my mother growing up (he literally acts the exact same way)

- He is very erratic and gets angry very easily. He’s broken a several things in our house just from his temper tantrums

- Talking about erratic, he is so mean when he’s pissed off you. My brother got in trouble at school when he was ~10 yo once and my dad had a rant at him about how he’s going nowhere in life, he’s going to be a bum, he’s clumsy, etc. He once told me I was tearing the family apart bc I annoyed my brother at the dinner table💀 but we can’t criticise him for this bc it’s “his business”. It’s all just a huge power trip.

-After getting angry at you, he’ll do the whole I’m sorry🥺 act. GIRL GET OUT😂

-Very irresponsible, acts impulsively and expects everyone else to just work around his schedule

- He either has weaponised incompetence or has this one household chore that only he does bc he’s “better” at it than anyone else

Sorry about the trauma dump 🤪 but yeah Jupiter men slander!!! They’re always on this moral high horse until its them

im gonna make a separate post about Jupiter men (lots of slander included, sorry not sorry)

im sorry to hear about your brother's placements 💀🤐

BBG Revati Sun, Punarvasu Moon & either Purvaphalguni or Anuradha Rising??? 😭😭😭HOW DO U AND UR MOM COPEEEE

I'm sorry to hear about your experiences and highkey worried about your brother 😬

Mercurial men are sex addicts and often vvv misogynistic. We've already established how manipulative they can be so I won't repeat that but I wouldn't touch a Mercurial man (unless he was a Jyeshta billionaire 🤪🤭lmfao jk) Jupiter men have always been so unattractive to me, I hate their energy 🤮🤢🤮 even with all the sweet natured kind whatever behaviour, I'm always sus about them. My friend's abusive ex was a Punarvasu Moon and oh lordy lord??? she told him she needed a break from him and he went to her house with their horoscopes matched (kundli Milan tingz for my desis yk what's up) ???? and he asked her strict conservative parents who would never allow her to date, for her hand in marriage??? like that was some power move bc he knew going that route meant robbing her of any choice in the matter. Also fellas, if a girl dumps you NEVER go to her family to propose marriage to her wtf. This guy would often threaten to kill her if she left him as well btw 😬😬

Fortunately for my friend, her parents were like 🤨we need to consult with our family astrologer and their astro guy said that they were a terrible match for each other and that if they got married there is a high chance she would die???? (no shit sherlock) they turned him away but he was still persistent af so they performed some poojas/rituals to get rid of him 😶‍🌫️😌✨💀 and he's been gone since lolziez

Venusian men can be sexually predatory but they usually have low self esteem and based on what you said about his misogyny and thinking of himself as above others (also a result of Jupiter influence) I feel like he's more Saturnian? 🧐 (Anuradha over Purvaphalguni Rising that is)

There is another Vishaka Moon man ik who has very effeminate mannerisms. He's not "in touch with his feminine side" or whatever, he's just a regular Indian man (derogatory) but his body language and mannerisms be giving twink vibes (he's 6'1 atleast with a bulky build and the contrast between the two is amazing to watch) I'm not queershaming or being homophobic 😭😭😭 but many Indian men can be vvv feminine ish and it lowkey creeps me out 😐 sorry but they'll simultaneously hate women, not be woke or liberal in the slightest and act like every straight asshole but with a fruity ✨twist 💀

#Jupiter #Jupiter men

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The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals Pitch Meeting

[Should be experienced imagining the voice and acting of Ryan George, who is linked to above.]

Producer Guy: So, you have a musical for me?

Screenwriter Guy: Yes sir, I do. It’s called The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals because the main character, Paul Matthews, doesn’t like musicals.

PD: He doesn’t?

SG: No, he can’t stand them. Watching one is his own personal hell. And that isn’t a throwaway quirk, it comes up several times and is integral to the plot.

PD: Isn’t the protagonist typically meant to be relatable to the audience?

SG: Yeah.

PD: And won’t the audience be full of people who like musicals?

SG: Yeah.

PG: Bit of a weird choice, but okay then. So other than the musical thing, what’s Paul like?

SG: Oh, not much.

PG: What?

SG: Yeah, he’s the most average, boring, white middle-class American everyman you can imagine. No desires, ambitions or hobbies; he never expresses much passion for anything except things he doesn’t like. He has an office job at a company that’s so generic, I didn’t even think of what it does. He’s not particularly nice either. Like, when his best friend Bill asks him to help him reconnect with his teenage daughter Alice, he refuses to avoid his own discomfort despite having nothing else to do. And when his other friend Charlotte right next to him is clearly upset because she’s in a miserable marriage to a neglectful, cheating husband, he doesn’t bother to comfort her.

PG: Isn’t the protagonist typically meant to be likeable and interesting?

SG: Yeah, but we’re not gonna do that I decided. So another important character is Emma Perkins, this barista Paul has a crush on. She’s the only reason he keeps going to this crappy café.

PG: And what’s her deal? Is she kind and friendly to balance out Paul being so apathetic?

SG: No, she’s also rude, but she has better reasons for it. She hates her job and has really annoying, mean coworkers her boss favours over her, who just won’t shut up about how great musical theatre is. They all love it so much that there’s a new rule that if they get tipped, they have to perform a whole song and dance routine.

PG: But working for every tip negates the point of a tip!

SG: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like I said, it's a crappy café.

PG: I gotta say, though, you’re presenting musical fans in quite a negative light there. They are the people whose money we want.

SG: (aside) You haven’t seen anything yet. Anyway, Emma and Paul bond over not liking things and people - it’s cute. But then at the end of the day, a meteor crashes down in a big storm and lands right in the town’s theatre, which is putting on a musical. And the meteor turns out to have evil alien life inside it!

PG: Oh my God. What happens to everyone in that theatre?

SG: Well, it’s offstage, but we find out later that the alien works by taking over your body like a virus and killing you to use you as a vessel for its hive mind. So that probably happens to most of the people. Bill and Alice get out okay, but a lot of people are dead now.

PG: This escalated very quickly!

SG: Yeah, this show does that. It’s a horror comedy; it’s like a sitcom where anyone could brutally die. But here’s the thing: the alien hive mind makes the Infected sing and dance like they’re in a musical, so all the fun, catchy songs are actually it controlling people’s corpses. That’s how everyone knows the lyrics and can move in time to music nobody’s playing. You only hear the music if you’re Infected. And it spreads really fast, so this mindless musical obsession could literally destroy humanity!

PG: That’s so dark and tonally dissonant. But I have concerns about the villain essentially being a living musical, in a musical. Won’t that kinda alienate the audience? As in ‘make them not like it’, not ‘make them aliens’.

SG: No, it’ll be fun. The first song after the intro is very entertaining. There’s this really funny part with a silly, crazy homeless guy.

PG: Ah, yes. Making fun of the homeless and mentally ill is tight!

SG: Not what I… (moving on) and, and, we can cleverly parody musical tropes. For example, Paul’s boss tries to get him to sing an “I Want” song because the Hive want him to be the protagonist of their ‘musical’, but he doesn’t want anything so he’s a terrible protagonist.

PG: Oh, that was on purpose! I thought you were just a bad writer.

SG: Yeah, no, I’m setting up an arc. So the Hive take over most of the town - which is on a island and the bridge gets pulled up, so there’s no way off - including Emma’s café. But she escapes with Paul and they meet his friends from work, plus this obnoxious asshole Charlotte’s cheating with called Ted, who's the worst. But then the Infected police show up, including Charlotte’s husband Sam. She begs him to snap him out of it ‘cause she still loves him, but he pulls a gun on her.

PG: Oh no.

SG: Fortunately, Ted knocks him out.

PG: Oh, good.

SG: But he hits him too hard and his brain falls out!

PG: Wait, even putting aside how unlikely it is that his flesh and skull were broken open wide enough that his whole brain could fall out, isn’t the brain… attached? That’s a very implausible injury.

SG: I’m gonna need you to get all the way off my back about that.

PG: Well, okay then.

SG: So Charlotte has a mental breakdown and Emma suggests they go to her biology professor, Henry Hidgens. He’s an eccentric doomsday survivalist who somehow predicted this exact incredibly specific apocalyptic situation and has a huge house with top-notch security. And he's a biologist, so he might be able to study the alien infection if they bring him Sam.

PG: It’ll be hard to get there safely with the town swarming with alien zombies, especially carrying a dead man.

SG: Actually, it’ll be super easy, barely an inconvenience.

PG: Oh, really?

SG: That part just happens offstage.

PG: So they get to shelter?

SG: They do, so they start to relax for a bit. Except Charlotte, she’s dying inside and stays with her tied-up dead husband. Bill and Ted have this funny argument where Bill threatens to kick Ted’s head, which, you know, is a stupid threat.

PG: It is?

SG: Yeah, because you’d have to kick really high and most people can’t do that.

PG: I thought you would just push the person to the ground with your arms and then kick their head. Most people can do that.

SG: True.

PG: And it would be highly effective. You could kill someone that way.

SG: (getting an idea) You could, couldn’t you? (writes that down)

PG: What are you writing?

SG: Nevermind. Emma and Paul have a nice heart-to-heart where she reveals her backstory. Turns out she had a sister, Jane, who lived a great life, dream job, true love, kid, everything, while Emma left home at eighteen and travelled around being aimless and irresponsible. But then last year Jane died and that’s why Emma came back and is studying, to try to do something with her life now that Jane can’t anymore.

PG: Aw, that’s sad.

SG: Even a zany horror sitcom has its serious moments. So she and Paul bond some more, until Charlotte and Sam burst in.

PG: Wait, what?

SG: The Hive made her think he’d come back to life and manipulated her into letting him go. Then he just killed her.

PG: Dick move.

SG: Massive dick move! So now Ted gets beaten up by the possessed corpse of the woman he loves, after the last things he said to her were mean because he’s the worst. Fortunately, Hidgens kills the zombies.

PG: Oh, good.

SG: But Alice calls Bill and she’s under attack at her school!

PG: Oh no.

SG: If Bill goes to save her alone he’ll almost definitely die. But Paul volunteers to go with him.

PG: So he won’t be nice to his friends in everyday life, but he will risk his life for them?

SG: Precisely, this is really bringing out his inner hero. But when they get there, Alice is already Infected. She sings a whole song about what a terrible father Bill is and he's so guilty that he failed her that he tries to kill himself with the gun they brought. Fortunately, Paul takes the gun off him.

PG: Oh, good.

SG: But he drops it on the ground, so Alice just shoots Bill herself.

PG: Oh my God! Why did he let go of the gun? That was a very poor decision!

SG: Extremely poor, yes. Alice nearly kills Paul too, but the army rescue him. Specifically this secret special unit that I made up called PEIP that deals with supernatural stuff like magic and aliens that most people don't know about. They're ordered to kill everyone to keep the weird stuff secret, but the leader, General John MacNamara, is a good person so he doesn't do that.

PG: So he lets Paul live?

SG: He does, and he sends a helicopter to take him and Emma off the island.

PG: Paul tells him about Emma?

SG: Uh-huh. He realizes that he's in love and finally does want something: to be with her.

PG: Cool, cool, cool.

SG: Meanwhile, Hidgens and Emma are studying the Infected. Emma theorizes that if the brain of the Hive is in the meteor, they could take out all of them by destroying it.

PG: Is that true?

SG: There's no reason it couldn't be! But Hidgens changes his mind about the Hive being evil, knocks Emma out and ties her and Ted up. Then he opens his house's gates because he wants the Hive to get in.

PG: Why does he think the Hive isn't evil?

SG: Well, he's thinking that since humans are so immoral and harmful we're killing the planet and each other constantly anyway, but the Hive will bring peace and harmony. And he loves musicals.

PG: Oh, he does?

SG: Yeah, he's even written his own awful one, and he plays a song he wrote and composed to lure the Infected inside. He's willing to die and doom humanity for his twisted, irrational love of musical theatre.

PG: Really slamming your audience again. Hey, why wasn't he at the musical the theatre just put on?

SG: I don't know.

PG: Fair enough.

SG: So Paul comes back, frees Emma and Ted and they escape, but General MacNamara kills Ted because the soldiers are Infected now!

PG: And this is all onstage?

SG: Yes.

PG: Then it's gonna be hard to get past a division of fit, armed zombie soldiers who can survive not even having brains in their heads.

SG: No, it isn't. Emma shoots MacNamara in the shoulder and that makes him just give up.

PG: What about all the other soldiers?

SG: Please ignore them.

PG: Okay.

SG: So Paul and Emma get to the helicopter and think they've made it, but the pilot is Emma's mean coworker from earlier and makes them crash.

PG: Why is she Emma's coworker and not just the army pilot, if the Hive got there first?

SG: Because.

PG: That works. Are they okay after the crash?

SG: Paul is, but Emma's too hurt to walk. Paul says they should find a boat -

PG: Wait. There are boats? Or does Paul just think there might be?

SG: I have more notes on this town and it has a boating society, so there are boats.

PG: Then why haven't the Infected got in the boats and gone to mainland? Shouldn't they have done that by now?

SG:

SG: ...You're right. I didn't think about the implications. Oh my God, I didn't think about it!

PG: Whoops!

SG: Whoopsie! So anyway, Emma tells him her theory and he goes to blow up the meteor with a grenade.

PG: But then he could die, and right when he actually cares about something. That is heroic. Do he and Emma have a touching maybe-last goodbye?

SG: Kinda. They try to kiss, but she coughs up blood in his face. The Hive knows Paul is coming and lets him in order to infect him. He does his best to resist its control, but it makes him sing and dance and have an existential crisis.

PG: Oh no.

SG: But at the last possible moment, he pulls the pin, blows up the meteor and saves the day!

PG: Wow, wow, wow. Wow.

SG: So we cut to two weeks later. Everyone else in the town is dead, but Emma was saved by the army reinforcements and she's getting out of hospital on the mainland and ready to start a new life.

PG: Well, at least she survived and the Hive is defeated. That's what Paul wanted. But it's still a shame he died.

SG: That's what Emma thinks... until he walks in!

PG: (excited) What?

SG: Yeah, he's okay and he gives her this soft smile and she's the happiest we've ever seen her and they hug.

PG: That's such a sweet ending. After everything they've been through, getting to be happy together feels earned, and I really have warmed up to them both.

SG: And then Paul starts singing.

[Beat. Producer Guy's relieved expression turns to confusion, shock, sorrow and horror as he processes that information and its implications. He stares at Screenwriter Guy, betrayed.]

PG: But that means he's... (SG nods, proud of himself) and Emma's theory was wrong, and... (SG nods again) the Hive is on the mainland now, so the entire world is... (SG nods again) oh, a very depressing ending!

SG: Set to a very cheerful song! The cast even stay in-character for the bows; the Infected bow while Emma screams and cries and begs the audience for help before being dragged away. So what do you think?

PG: That ending will haunt my dreams. But as creative as the premise is and as emotional as it gets later on, I don't know if this will be that big of a hit. The tone changes so fast and jarringly, the main characters aren't that likeable at first and it all just seems pretty niche. And it spends so much time mocking its own genre and audience. I can see it becoming a cult classic, but I don’t think you’ll be able to launch a series with it or anything.

#this is probably way too detailed because i don't know how to edit #i also genuinely didn't realize the boat plot hole until now #emma's 'you were right. i didn't think about the implications. oh my god i didn't think about it!'#tried to get ryan's distinctive dialogue style right #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #hatchetfield #team starkid #starkid #pitch meeting #pitch meetings #ryan george #long post #very long post

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mysteriouseggsbenedict · 5 months

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The Terrible Tale of Frances' Crazy Roommate

Okay folks, I've landed upon the motivation to type this out. This is the terrible tale of my crazy roommate whom I lived with from September 2022 - May 2023

Further context of the living situation: this was a duplex rental unit that housed 4 people (so I had two other roommates in addition to the crazy one.) The way we ended up living together is as follows. I had lived in that same unit the previous year, but all 3 of my other roommates wanted to move out for various reasons. I did not want to have to move, so I found some new people to come and take their spots in the house. The two non-crazy roommates approached me first about living together and we were like “great, let’s do this,” and just needed to find one other person. The crazy roommate is that one other person— so she was kind of like a last minute add-on.

(Also, for ease, I’m going to refer to her as Jill.)

We had no issues living together until February 2023. This is one of the really surprising parts of the situation to me, because usually when you have a conflict with someone, it arises more immediately than that. But we had like five months of living in peace.

The problems started in February and they centered around the issue of our garage. The duplex came with a two-car garage and three of us had cars. That meant that one person had to be parked outside at all times. In order to distribute the garage resource, we created this chart where we each had rotating assigned days to park inside. We started the rotating chart in November because prior to that only Jill had been using the garage. It did not have an automatic door opener so we needed to get out and manually lift the door up— this was annoying and me and my other roommate didn’t feel the need to bother with it while the weather was nice. When winter arrived we started to want to park inside and hence the chart was created.

I knew Jill preferred to park inside every day, but I didn’t realize it would be something that would cause a huge interpersonal conflict until it actually happened.

We had a cold snap in February and Jill texted our group chat asking if we can have a talk about revising the garage chart. She told us that her car has issues starting when the weather is very cold, and as a result, she needs to be parked inside all the time. When this happened, I was already mildly annoyed with her, because she had been acting differently. When we met her and first moved in, Jill was a very extroverted, bubbly, loud, friendly type of person. But as we got into February I noticed her just being kind of rude and snappy for no apparent reason. She’d respond to me in a grumpy tone if I tried to make conversation with her. It didn’t make me extremely concerned because I just brushed it off as her having a bad day.

However, because she had already been annoying me, I wasn’t feeling super generous when I got her text. It was a very demanding text where she essentially told us she’s entitled to the garage and we need to let her have it. My thought process was something like “well, we all split the rent equally, so who does she think she is to be telling us what to do and bossing us around like this?”

I did feel sympathetic about her car issues. I remember feeling really torn because I wanted to do the right thing and not be mean to her, but I also just really, really did not want to feel like a doormat who has to cave to whatever she demands of me. I texted my other roommate privately and asked how she felt about the issue. My other roommate told me she also did not feel good about letting Jill park inside at all times, and that kind of cemented in me the decision that I wasn’t going to let her have this without meeting about it more intentionally. We had not actually had the meeting that Jill initially asked for. So, I told her I’m happy to meet and talk about it some more so we can come to a compromise, but for tonight I’m going to stick to our current rotation agreement which had me inside and Jill outside.

I came home from work that night and parked in the garage. When I went upstairs to my room I could hear Jill kind of huffing and stomping and making aggressive noises in her bedroom (we shared a bedroom wall). This honestly really scared me because it was midnight, I was laying in bed trying to sleep, and I was hearing these banging noises from her room. It made me feel unsafe and scared. Eventually I fell asleep.

The next morning comes. I come downstairs and make my breakfast and sit in the living room to eat. Jill comes down and goes out to the garage to put something in the recycling, then comes back inside and starts to yell at me for parking my car too close to the recycling bin. So she stood there and berated me for a bit and then stomped off. My other roommate was also in the room and witnessed it, and after Jill left she was like “you didn’t really do anything wrong, she’s just in a bad mood.”

I then went back to my room to finish getting ready for the day. But before I could get out the door to my morning class, I got a text to our group chat from Jill. She told us that her car wouldn’t start and she wanted help to jump it. Then before I could do anything else I heard more stomping and loud crying. Jill came back from outside and returned to her room and started yelling, screaming, sobbing, and just generally making lots of really loud and aggressive noise.

I was hearing all of this going on and I was honestly scared out of my mind at that point because she was clearly having some kind of mental health event. I texted that I didn’t feel safe with the way she was acting in the house and so I didn’t feel like I could be around her to help with the car. I could hear when she received that text and it made the yelling and sobbing worse. She yelled some things that were directed at me like “fuck her” and “she’s so mean” and “I told her!!” I could gather that she had called someone on the phone and was trying to explain to them what was happening, so she was insulting me to whoever was on the phone.

I do not handle yelling well. I essentially shut down. So I was having a panic attack of my own at this point and I felt trapped in my room. I texted again that I was going to leave the house because I didn’t feel safe, and she screamed “THEN GET OUT!!” as I was leaving. My sweet other roommate was still just witnessing all of this so she tried to comfort me and told me I hadn’t done anything wrong, which I really appreciated.

At this point I got in my car and drove to a nearby campus parking lot and just parked and called my mom so I could cry and explain what was happening because I was having a meltdown. I didn’t end up attending class because I knew I would just start crying.

After all of the dust of this day settled I was thinking that probably Jill would cool off, get some time away to clear her head, and then we would be able to repair things productively. It was clearly a really explosive, intense breakdown type of thing, so I was hoping things would cool off and she’d apologize for how she acted.

This did not happen lmao. She doubled down when I told her I wasn’t going to talk to her until she could be respectful of me and the home environment. She said that I was not respecting her emotions by stating that it wasn’t okay for her to blow up in the way she did. It was like “I hope nobody ever makes you feel like you’re wrong for having emotions…it was really disrespectful of you to criticize me for how I felt…” Also she said that it was wrong of me to be upset about her yelling because “she did it in the privacy of her bedroom.” I do realize that she was in her room, but she was screaming at a volume that probably the entire neighborhood could hear, so the notion that she could have expected privacy is kind of ridiculous.

The next day (roughly) Jill removed herself from our group chat and said that she wouldn’t be communicating with any of us for the time being because she needed to care for her mental health. So we just heard her stomping and yelling and acting aggressively inside the house, but didn’t actually talk with her. In the meantime I saw my therapist and explained everything that had happened so far.

After a few days she rejoined the group chat. Me and my other roommate proposed that we set up a meeting with a counselor on campus who could help facilitate a discussion. Jill said she would not agree to doing that but she would talk to us in our house. I didn’t feel comfortable with this because I felt like I needed a mediator, and I was suspicious of the way Jill wanted to talk to us with nobody else around but wasn’t okay with having a mediator.

In the end, there was never any formal discussion of what had happened. After a bit we all just started moving on as if nothing had happened.

After this event in February, there weren’t any more giant explosions of similar caliber, but things were never really good with Jill for the rest of the year. I felt really uncomfortable being in the same house as her. Being in her presence made my body so anxious I would shake and just feel really afraid. I started rearranging my schedule so that I was spending more time out of the house, and I learned her work schedule so I could plan to come home after she had already left, etc. It put a really big mental strain on me to be dealing with this fear and anxiety related to just existing in my own home. It was miserable and I would not wish it on anyone.

For the rest of the spring there were a few more times when Jill antagonized me. One time I heard her talking on the phone through the wall, and she was saying mean things about me to the person, essentially complaining that she has to live with me and saying I’m horrible and stuff. Another time she criticized me because one of my dishes had not gotten fully clean in the dishwasher and she was mad that I hadn’t cleaned it more before putting it into the dishwasher.

I will also mention that Jill was an education major and now (presumably) teaches elementary school. She works with children. I am as horrified as you are about this fact. It also did impact how she spoke to me— I noticed she would be very condescending because she talked to me in a way that sounds like how one would speak to a child. She was probably trying to transfer things she’d say to an unruly child and apply them to me. It just kind of makes me think that she viewed herself as having power over me which makes me really uncomfortable.

At the end of the year, after distributing her portion of the housing deposit to her, I immediately blocked her on every platform. I now have no idea how she’s doing in life. I hope she got fired from her first teaching job or something like that.

#rambles #about my life #idk how to tag this lmfao #interpersonal conflicts

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Season 10

The Three Doctors 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

Two *_* (I'd like to rewatch his episodes but really not looking forward to having to sit through the missing episodes. Maybe I'll buy a couple of the ones that have been animated when I go to England). I remember liking this episode and my opinion hasn't changed much. It's great to have three Doctors together for the first time, even though One just makes a cameo but seeing him so ill really made me sad. Omega is a great villain and it's nice to see the Time Lords. I liked Benton acting like Two's companion and the Brig ... oh my god, he's so obtuse and close-minded and so done with Two, magnificent.

Carnival of Monsters 🌕🌕🌗🌑🌑

Not a great episode. The grey fellas were rude and annoying. But we have confirmation that the Doctor is against animal exploitation so I just love him more. Also, he had the Time Lords ban the microscopes by being a nuisance which means he was so annoying that they had no choice but to do what he wanted and that's top-notch characterisation of the Doctor, well done. (And I'm again begging Big Finish to do an Academy era range with both the Doctor and the Master being little shits.) And greatest incoherence here, the Doctor doesn't speak Polari. That's pretty much all that I'll retain from this episode.

Frontier in Space 🌕🌕🌑🌑🌑

I wanted to like this episode because it's Delgado's last appearance and ... I didn't. And I'm a bit mad because I feel his last episode was such a waste! I mean, it had potential. I liked all the political stuff with the big revelation about the Master's bosses. The main trio is on fire: Jo is great and we do get very juicy interactions not only between the Master and Three (the Doctor asking the Master if he's alright when he talks about peace) but also between the Master and Jo which is obviously reminding me of Clara and Missy. But all of this is drowned into coming and going and escaping from one prison to another and it made this episode unnecessarily heavy. Anyway, I'm very sad that my favourite idiot isn't coming back and I'm now gonna go and cry.

Planet of the Daleks 🌕🌕🌕🌗🌑

So this episode is supposed to continue where the previous one ended, except that it's not really. And considering how much I disliked Frontier in Space, I'm kinda glad that it's something different. And it was much better! There were much less useless bits, the atmosphere in the jungle was well done, the Spiridions were interesting, although I'd wished we'd learn more about them but I get that it wasn't the point of the episode. The Thals were ok, special mention to the commander that I really liked. And I liked Three's speech at the end about not making war look glamourous. All in all, not a great episode but still enjoyable.

The Green Death 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

It's one of the only episodes of classic Who that made me cry. Not that I'm sad that Jo is leaving (I did warm up to her a bit but she still annoyed me most of the time) but because the Doctor's reaction broke my heart. And it's a good episode (who said that classic Who wasn't political?). It's coherent all along, it's funny: I had forgotten that the Doctor dressing up as a cleaning lady was from there and it really made my day. Mike Yates gets even more developed. All great stuff, really.

#doctor who #classic who #three #third doctor #jo grant #brigadier alistair gordon lethbridge stewart #delgado!master #threegado #the master #john benton #mike yates

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strawbrryrush · 5 months

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𖤐 hello here is my official event starter call! - i put some poor little blurbs for my muses too! i just ask that it be limited to, 3 per mun! c: i'll be limiting each muse to 4 starters ty !!𖤐

𖤐elena gilbert- trying to help people-won't hesitate to fight if needed. 1/4 caroline

𖤐 homura akemi- has guns ready- being protective over madoka- but any friends she has here- she'll do her best to protect as well. isn't scared- angry more or less, sick of this shit. 0/4

𖤐jinx- thrives on chaos; thinks this is fun.. oop, 2/4 misa,cyrus

𖤐nami- she's scared, she hates it here. -if you know nami- have fun being her shield. she can fight- but would prefer not to; :(( 0/4

𖤐 tifa lockhart- she's a fighter, she's afraid don't get me wrong but knows the shit she has survived- she can take on anything. ( hopefully idk), 0/4

𖤐natalie highgrove- is it bad she's probably just?? shrugging her shoulders- she has a really idc attitude.. she'll protect her sister- her 'mom' and people she cares about- but I can't see her actively freaking out. 0/4

𖤐amber freeman- tara is who she strives to protect; she's probably amused- watching everyone run crazy. but that's because she's a little .. off :) 1/4 billy

𖤐molly- raised in a mob family, angel's twin sister- she can be fearless when needed. i'm sure she knows how to use a gun- will protect those closest to her- yeah she went to heaven?? but have u seen her family?? 0/4

𖤐elaine st john- a vampire, strives in chaos I like to think- will protect those she cares for.. but the ones she care for- are mostly vamps too, but I digressss. 0/4

𖤐vaggie- u know the angry emoji? that is vaggie- she's so done with washington's bullshit- not even scared. I mean fuck charlie doesn't remember, she's just been pissed and an angry ball lately- so this hardly phases her. 1/4 niffty

𖤐azula- can money buy us out of this one?? no but seriously shes protecting kiyi- everyone else is whatever, and as if this phases her.. -ooh maybe we can unlock some of that firebending she forgot. 1/4 aang

𖤐draculaura- SCARED, shes a vampire! but she doesn't consume blood- she doesn't like to hurt people. -so when it comes to having to defend herself- she's afraid.. help, 1/4 louise

𖤐 octavia- again another nonchalant muse- she's scared but has a powerful father- and she legit.. came from hell?? idk, probably a little stressed out- but hey even murder has no fury like pissing off her dad. 0/4

𖤐moxxie- guns ablazing- he has his millie- he's ready to kick ass.. is it not his job to already unalive humans?? what changes here- especially if he needs to defend.. 1/4 loona

𖤐michonne hawthorne- protecting rick, judith ( even if she doesnt remember) she will protect her family like she always has. you can't scare her. 0/4

𖤐martha hatter- legit that sad hamster meme- that's her. why can't the world just be happy and sunshine and rainbows?? why is there scary stuff happening, :(( 0/4

𖤐 dahlia dogan - she's a boss bitch- but can someone boss bitch their way out of this? probably not, she's probably scared but trying to act like she's tough. i can't see her hurting anyone though. 1/4 ben

𖤐 calcifer- maybe the mojo dojo casa moving house wasn't so bad! maybe he even misses it! but for real, he's annoyed- how fucking inconvenient ? he can't just play games with howl??? how rude. he will protecc 0/4

𖤐 scout too long of a fucking name- man only knows about dinosaur- kens job is beach- his job is dinosaur. i can see him maybe taking some knowledge from his... large line of family who are in medical- he can probs aid in wound care- is going to be protective. 0/4

𖤐 lucifer morningstar- oh he's fucking loves this- he thrives in chaos- he probably thinks his dad is getting a kick out of this shit. but he will protect if you're close to him, 1/4 dream

𖤐richard gecko- again man creates chaos why wouldn't he sort of thrive in it? it's annoying but the shit he's seen and been through- ez. 1/4 a xiang

𖤐lucy maclean- OKIE DOKIE!! ugh seriously she should've never left the vault- shit always goes wrong, she's tough. she can protect and defend if needed. :) 0/4

𖤐 sanna marchon- she just got back from being ded?? why?? is this happening? she's scared, but she can fight- but why must she?? u ever ask urself that,w hy.?? 0/4

𖤐 hilda teufel- protecting her girls, she doesn't care what happens to her- she just wants to make sure her lil family is okay. 0/4

𖤐teucer- :(( he's just a little guy, he's too kind for this shit. seriously he'll protect people if he must, he doesn't wanna see anyone get hurt. 0/4

𖤐 shen xingxing -annoyed, i doubt she knows how to really use any weapons?? maybe she's the type of character where you see them- they're cute and smol- but they can throw some serious punches- maybe stab u with the heel of their shoe? u get it. ya that's her. 0/4

𖤐 fionna campbell- she has a sword and a dream- i need to plot for her- but if you wanna be friends with her- they will do their damnest to protect you. c: 0/4

#cursing tw #( a lot of it idk waht happened)#weapon mention tw #hw: starter call #hw: plot call

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Starting season 2 again, and it's so interesting to really analyze Hannibal once you realize how deeply and thoroughly he plans everything, you can see the exact moments when he decides to alter his plans or switch into different stages of them. He had plans to frame Will in the 1st season but wavered as they grew closer. In episode 12, once Will started to connect the Copycat with the deaths of Dr. Sutcliffe, Georgia Madchen and 'Abigail', Jack wrote him off. Hannibal tried to persuade Will that he was grasping at straws for his own interests, but even with his brain on fire, Will still couldn’t shut it off; he could sense the truth unfolding before him. It impressed Hannibal, but you can also see the exact second it also made him realize Will was way too close to getting to the truth and needed to be pulled off his scent and, more importantly, he needed to make Will disreputable. Still, in the finale, when Will confronts him, Hannibal continues to try and pull a confession out of him about his 'true nature', certain of that dark connection between them.

Unrelated, but honestly, Freddie Lounds is low key the worst. She pulls a Hannibal season 2 in the first season with Nicholas Boyle by telling him that Abigail is home. She stirs the pot, creates dozens of unnecessary problems, tampers with crime scenes, prints a lot of libel amongst her semi-correct theories, witnesses horrible acts of violence and continues to trek further into the shit and make everything worse. I don't condone murder necessarily, but she kind of has it coming; in the way that Hannibal is partially guilty for what Mason does to Margot, Freddie is partially guilty for a lot of what happens to Abigail. She says she cares what happens to her, but she's constantly manipulating her and orchestrating bad situations for her. If Abigail hadn't killed Nicholas Boyle, Hannibal would never been able to manipulate her; she needed to be at his mercy, and Freddie Lounds was the one who encouraged him to go see her before Marissa Schuur was killed. She didn't care that Abigail was lost and traumatized.

Like Hannibal said, regardless of being her father's lure, Abigail was an innocent. She was a survivor who was afraid of what her father might do to her. She insists that she didn’t help her father kill or disassemble the bodies, so in her mind, she could always maintain some plausible deniability. She couldn't know for sure that her father killed him if she never actually witnessed it. She was raised in a traumatic situation and coped by prioritizing her survival. If she hadn't killed Nicholas Boyle, she never would've had to actually fear prison time. She was still a child; her father put her in a position she never should’ve had to be in, and she just wanted to live. If she was an actual monster, psychopath or whatever, she wouldn't have experienced so much guilt for the deaths of all those girls and to some extent, Nicholas Boyle, once Freddie insisted he was an innocent man.

Time and time again, we see Freddie act as a malicious manipulator in her own right, but she just pretends she's some fly on the wall, when quite often, her actions have a direct effect of hindering cases and destroying lives.

Talk about psychopathic tendencies, yet unlike every other character to come into contact with Hannibal, she gets away practically unscathed, physically and psychologically. Hannibal loathes the discourteous and rude, but despite everything, he never makes any sincere attempt to kill her. Imo she deserves to get got just as much as Bedelia, if not more. That being said, she's a beautiful boss ass bitch, and her cuntishness is ridiculously attractive. Kind of annoying how Jack threatens her at the beginning of the series and then never actually does a single thing about it when she immediately continues to write even more shit about Will.

Season 1 feels like such a freshmen beginning. Don't get me wrong, I love the whole show, but you can see how they were almost trying to start with the crime show format, but season 2 is where the themes and visuals become a lot more abstract and artistic. The show catapults into the stunning structure that it's most recognized for. The relationships are also so much more complicated and expansive; such as Hannibal's methodical decision to engage in a relationship with Alana at the precise time to best alienate and distract her from Will, also working as a way to threaten Will, to push him further.

Also, Mads is shot in such perfect lighting with precise angles that realistically illustrate Hannibal's canonical 'maroon' eyes from the book series, playing with tricks of shadows to deepen the fiery/tawny shade of his eyes without it coming across as cartoonish. It's such an important and intricate detail because of how often his eyes are the focal point of a shot, essential to reading the slightest changes in his expression.

Also, really unrelated, but Hannibal's wardrobe is perfection. Like my real-life aesthetic is a sloppy season 1 Will Graham, but I definitely want the fashion sense of a power-dyke Hannibal Lecter.

#so so so so so so many thoughts #will never not have thoughts about this show #imo the show got better with each season.#there is a never-ending list of things to take in from this series.the dialogue. visuals. foreshadowing symbolism. complex moral themes.#AAAAGGGGGHHHH #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram #the way hannibal plays will's trial at the beginning of sesaon 2 is so damn engrossing and exact.

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Thank you @spitfire-of-the-sea for all your love and support and I hope you enjoy! Your OC is always fun and I love her dynamics with Ace!

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Ace x OC SFW [mildly suggestive] WC: 2,400

The Bet

Thatch lit his cigarette and took a drag, puffing the smoke into the air as he nodded his greeting to Marco who sat down, a tankard of beer in his hand. The party was in full swing, another night of parting, the crew loved to celebrate just about anything.

Including just another day of being free and being pirates.

“So, Pineapple,” Thatch began as he watched Marco get comfy, both men watching everyone singing, dancing, drinking, and enjoying the merry atmosphere. He saw Marco raise an eyebrow, prompting him to finish his sentence. “Firecracker and your best nurse huh,”

“What about them?” Marco sipped his drink, watching his friend carefully, curious about what he was getting at. “We’ve had this bet for months and I sure as shit was hopin’ for a payout by now.” He mumbled and knocked the ash from the tip of his cigarette, watching the wind pick it up and take it away, to join the ocean.

“I know yoi,” Marco said setting down his drink, leaning forward, chin resting on the back of his hand, a contemplative look on his face. “I was sure Ace would have caved by now and made a move.”

“Well we both ain't gettin’ any younger are we?” Thatch glanced over and saw the two crew members they were secretly conspiring against, whose slow burn they’d been watching, even betting on the outcome of. “Speak for yourself yoi.” Marco chuckled, Thatch, giving him a rude hand gesture in response.

“Anyway, I think we need to move this along,” “How?”

Thatch chuckled and tapped the side of Marco’s tankard. “Unlike you and me, those two are lightweights and they spend most of their time together… Get what I’m sayin’?” Thatch waggled his eyebrows and watched as realization dawned on the phoenix.

“Right!”

The pair headed over to where the two lovebirds were sitting, their plan to help move things along in full swing.

“Ace!” Thatch said and slapped him on the back, sitting down uninvited at the table, watching as Marco joined them, a tray of booze which he sat down. Saki looked at her boss, curious about what he was playing at.

“Saki,” Marco smiled and nodded his head to his nurse, she seemed a little annoyed that Thatch and Marco had crashed her and Ace’s alone time but she guessed they had brought booze so she let it slide, though he was still skeptical of what he and Thatch were up too…

–

Saki set down the mug, harder than she had intended as she sighed, her cheeks flushed and feeling the heat of the booze run through her extremities, making her pleasantly tipsy. She was going to hold off on having a drink but Marco had granted her the day off tomorrow, again something that made her think he was up to something.

Ace set his mug down just as hard, letting out a matching sigh and grinning at her. He’d moved closer, sitting right next to her, casually acting like it wasn’t a big deal that his knee was rubbing against hers, he felt the warmth the booze had brought heat up his cheeks and started to give him courage to express his interest in her.

No amount of booze could make him a poet though, he licked his lips and tried to pluck something, anything that would let her know just how he felt about her. The liquid courage was coursing through him and he took his shot. “Hey, Saki,” She looked at him and he gripped the handle of his mug harder. “Did it hurt?”

“Did what hurt?” She shot him a confused look as she took another swig of her beer “The fall, when you fell from heaven.” Ace raised his eyebrows, patting himself on the back for such an amazing pick-up line, she snorted and laughed, trying to stop beer running down her chin.

“Ace, come on, that was bad.” She said with another giggle, he tutted and nudged her. “You do better..”

“Alright, I will..” She said and pursed her lips, staring at the string lights that looped around the mast, lighting up the area and giving it a warm glow. “Okay, feel my shirt.” She said and it was his turn to look confused as he reached out and touched her top.

“Feel that? That's girlfriend material,” her smile grew when he laughed loudly and slapped the table. “Wow, and you really think you are any cooler or smoother than me?” Ace smirked and rolled his eyes.

“Hey, at least I didn’t get my pickup lines from Thatch.” Saki rolled her eyes and felt him nudge her again.

As they drank more and kept the back-and-forth banter going between them the cheesy chat-up lines got more and more intense hotter and hotter as their cheeks flushed. Ace could feel the tips of his ears burning when she gave him a half-lidded look as he sipped his drink.

“That drink has too many calories, but I know a great way to burn them off.” Saki saw him almost drop his tankard at the forward joke, the smile on her perfect lips growing when she knew shed caused him to fluster.

He needed to get her back, he was getting worked up which he felt was ridiculous, these were just silly pickup lines right? Or maybe, maybe she liked him back and she was using the excuse of booze to loosen her lips and lower her guard.

With that thought, he needed to test it out. Sifting through his mind, trying to think of all the dirty jokes and pick-up lines he’d heard from other members of the crew that he'd overheard and seen work.

“Is there space in your mouth for another tongue?” He asked and she stared at him… cheeks were pinker than the uniform the nurses had to wear… “Want to find out freckles?” She asked, voice sultry as she batted her eyelashes.

Both grabbed one another, lips crashing in an instant, all the booze finally winning over their better judgment, the two locked in a deep kiss, hands pawing over one another, tugging at clothes. Both finally giving in to their feelings for one another.

–

“So, who won?” Thatch asked staring at the couple a few tables down, squinting. “I think it’s a draw yoi,” Marco sighed, a little disappointed there hadn’t been a clear winner.

“I think you're forgetting about me,”

Marco and Thatch looked up, unable to hide their disappointment as Izou held out his hand. “Pay up boys, I had 100 beli on a draw and you know it.” Both groaned and reached into their pockets respectively.

“Izou always wins…” Thatch mumbled to Marco.

“Least we got them jump-started,” Marco said and watched as Saki grabbed Ace by the hand, pulling him away.

Helping Hand

Saki watched as the wounded men sat around laughing about the fight, that it had been easy and the crew that had dared to tangle with them had been insane. She watched them all head off to get booze, a few that were injured started to slink away, trying to avoid the eyes of nurses and the phoenix.

This included Ace but she was on him fast. “Hey! Your hurt,” She nodded to his leg and rolled her eyes, folding her arms over her chest when she saw him glance down, seeing the cut, blood dripping down his leg and he had the gall to act surprised like he had no idea.

“Oh fuck, shit, yeah your right.” He gasped, convinced he was a good actor, even when she tapped her foot and narrowed her eyes at him. He shrugged his shoulders “Well, I better just go clean it up, I mean come on babe, I can burn off the gross stuff and be fine right?” She didn’t answer him, her nose scrunched up as she shook her head.

“Portgas D Ace,” She started and he flinched, oh he knew he was going to get in trouble. “You either let me fix it up or I am going to drag you kicking and screaming to birdbrain.” Saki warned and saw her boyfriend deflate. “Babe, come on, it’s just a scratch, come on,” Ace tried again, doing his best to give her his winning smile, but she didn’t budge.

Ace sighed, throwing his hands in the air before stuffing them in his pockets and following Saki. “You are just as bad as Deuce,” he mumbled under his breath, catching the look she shot over her shoulder.

–

Saki hadn't been a nurse long, she did her best to help the first division, to be a useful part of the team but no matter how much Marco and Deuce tried to help her, and guide her, she was still the worst nurse on the ship, to the point others avoided catching her eye.

Her bedside manner had much to be desired, she’d huff and tell grown men they were being babies as she grabbed and pulled at them. Marco often loved to see this unfold, he loved seeing this tiny sweet little thing put the fear of God into men three times her size and years of battle under their belt.

“Sit,” she commanded Ace and at first he didn’t move, just rocking back and forth on his heels “I’m fine, I can wash it myself.” Another protest before he heard a long sigh from Saki, the way her grey eyes focused on him, the pout on her lips.

They’d only been dating a little while and he was still getting used to someone worrying about him, someone who was always looking out for him. Sure the others cared but not in the same way she did. Saki liked to dote on him, in her own way.

“Ace,” She closed the door and saw him do as he was told, sitting on the chair in the small office.

She knew he didn’t like wasting the doctor's time, Deuce would nag and lecture him, and Marco, well Marco always liked to tease Ace, reminding him of all the times he was being patched up when Pop’s would kick his ass, all the failed assassination attempts.

Saki sighed and started to grab things around the office before she knelt down and looked at his leg. “I wish you’d be less reckless, I know that crew was a bunch of nobodies but you still got hurt.” She said as she got a cloth and dipped it into the warm water, starting to gently wash his wound, dunking the cloth back in the water, rinsing and repeating the process until the source of the blood was visible.

He was right, it really wasn't that bad and he was probably right in saying with his powers he could have burned away anything malicious, but that wasn’t the point and she just wanted to help him and she wished he wouldn’t be such a show-off and think he was untouchable. Then again, most of the men on this ship had that attitude, it was one of the reasons she had to be such a hardass and put them in their place because Marco wasn’t going to do it.

Pushing those thoughts aside she glanced up at Ace who was watching her with a look of adoration on his freckled face, the smirk she was used to seeing was a soft smile as he watched her work. “You won’t be smiling for long,” She warned and he quirked a brow, opening his mouth to reply before she dabbed a cotton ball covered in antiseptic on the wound.

“Fuuuuuckin’ Helllll…” He whined and she tutted again, a blush across her cheeks, the soft look on his face moments ago had flustered her and she wasn’t used to getting that sort of attention, still getting used to the intimacy from him. It was easier for Saki the Valkyrie to distract herself than to bask in gentle touches and fond smiles.

“Baby,”

“Should have let me do it myself, would have hurt less my way!” He huffed and glared back at her, no real fire in his eyes as she grabbed the gauze to cover it up, wrapping bandages around his leg and making sure it was done securely.

Saki stood up when she was done, watching as Ace sulked, arms folded over his chest and a pout on his face, looking for all the world like a petulant child. She sighed and leaned forward, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Ace, I know you can handle yourself, that’s obvious and it’s always been obvious but I worry about you.” She rested her hands on his shoulders, feeling the tenseness leave his muscles at her words, how she looked at him.

“I don’t want you hurt, in any way so please, either let me or the other two idiots patch you up or be careful when you're out there, for me? Please?” She asked and he dropped his arms, a sigh of his own, she could see the hint of a blush across his cheeks.

Cute, the tinge of pink brought out his freckles.

Saki felt his hands rest on her hips, holding gently before he moved, one swift motion and a cry of surprise from her and she was on his lap, arms around her to hold her tight and Ace looking up at her, again with that fond expression she’d tried to avoid earlier.

“Alright, I promise I’ll be careful.” He said with a shrug like it had always been an option which prickled her temper, just a little. “And Saki?” “Hm?” she said as she brushed a strand of hair behind his ear.

“I love you too Saki,” Ace said and her eyes widened, it was her turn to blush, wriggling on his lap, trying to get loose as he just chuckled and held her against him. “Shut up,” She mumbled and shoved his shoulder, he reached out and held her hand, touch so tender and soft as he smiled.

“Fine, I love you Ace, but if you break your promise and get hurt again and try to sneak past me, I’ll make you regret it.” She said in a sickly sweet voice as she kissed his nose and Ace knew she would kick his ass.

“Alright, alright,” He chuckled, feeling her resting her forehead against his, enjoying the moment together.

#ace x oc #one piece own character #one piece x oc #female oc #mildly suggestive #portgas d ace x oc

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