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[stylesluxx]

wildflower – a.hotchner

[warnings: self doubt, relationship doubt, angst]

summary: in which y/n doubts her spot in hotch’s heart – inspired by wildflower by billie eilish

word count: 825

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You've always known that Aaron had a love before you. It's impossible not to—Haley was a part of his life through so many milestones for many years. He's never talked about her in-depth, but the memories surround him, a lingering presence that never quite fades. Some days, you catch the look in his eyes, far away, like he's somewhere else entirely. And every time it happens, you can't help but wonder if it's Haley he's thinking of.

It's been a couple of years since her death, and though Aaron has moved forward, there's a part of him that you fear might still be anchored to the past. That maybe, you're not enough to replace what he lost. You've tried to ignore it, tried to convince yourself that your worries are unfounded, but the thought lingers.

Tonight, it's especially strong. You're sitting on the couch with Aaron, his hand resting on your knee as you watch a movie together. But his mind isn't here. You can tell by the way his gaze flickers, unfocused, staring at the screen but not really seeing it. It happens more often than you'd like to admit, and each time it sends a twinge of insecurity through you.

"Where are you?" you ask softly, trying to keep your voice light. He looks at you, startled as if he didn't realize you were speaking.

"I'm here," he says, offering you a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

But you're not convinced. You've been holding this in for so long, pretending that everything's fine, but tonight, you can't help yourself. The words spill out before you can stop them.

"Are you, though? Because sometimes it feels like...like you're somewhere else. Like you're still thinking about her."

Aaron's expression shifts, his smile fading as he turns to face you fully. He opens his mouth to speak, but you can't stop now. The floodgates are open.

"I get it, Aaron. I know how much she meant to you, how much you loved her. But sometimes I wonder if you still...if you still love her. And I know that's unfair of me, because how could you not? She was your wife, the mother of your child, and she was taken from you in such a horrible way. But where does that leave me? Am I just here to fill a void?"

He's silent, his brows furrowing as he processes your words. The air between you feels heavy, thick with the weight of what you've just admitted. You hate yourself for saying it, for pushing him when you know how much he's been through, but the fear has been gnawing at you for so long, that you couldn't hold it in anymore.

Finally, Aaron speaks, his voice low but steady. "You're not filling a void."

You look at him, surprised by the conviction in his tone. He leans forward, his hand tightening around yours.

"I'll always care about Haley. She'll always be a part of me because she's part of Jack's life. But I'm not in love with her anymore. I haven't been for a long time, even before she died."

His words make your heart stutter. "You haven't?"

"No," he says softly, his thumb brushing against your hand. "When I met you, I didn't know I was ready to love someone again. But you've given me something I didn't think I'd ever have. You gave me hope, and you've made me feel alive again. I don't look back at what I had with Haley and wish it were still here. I look forward with you."

Tears prick your eyes at his words, the weight of your insecurity beginning to lift. But still, there's a lingering doubt, one you're almost afraid to voice.

"But do you...do you regret it? That you're with me now?"

Aaron shakes his head firmly. "Never. I'm with you because I want to be. After all, I love you. You're my future, not my past."

He cups your cheek, his touch gentle but grounding, and you lean into his palm, the warmth of his hand seeping into your skin. His gaze is soft, and earnest, as he brushes away the tear that slips down your cheek.

"I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like you're second to Haley," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "That was never my intention. I love you. Only you."

You close your eyes, letting his words wash over you, their truth sinking in. You know he's being honest, that his heart is yours, but a part of you also knows that love doesn't erase the past. And maybe that's okay. Maybe love is about accepting that there will always be echoes of what came before, but choosing to move forward together, despite them.

When you open your eyes, Aaron is still watching you, waiting for you to say something. You reach up, covering his hand with yours as you press a kiss to his palm.

"I love you too," you whisper.

And for the first time in a long while, you believe that it's enough. You're enough.

[AN: I want to start posting multiple times a week but idk how I want to schedule that yet. maybe every 3 days? also I was supposed to post this days ago but forgot to queue it … AND AS YOU GUYS ARE READING THIS IM OMW TO MY SECOND ERAS TOUR SHOW HEHE. anyway, here's my taglist]

[wonderlandficarchive]

soulmates/reincarnation

reincarnation

in another life by @heyyyharry 

i’ve loved you through centuries series by @harryscherrypie 

soulmates

feathery by @moonchildstyles 

soulmates by @writersblog1d 

- part two 

the only one by @gucciharrywritings 

you’re mine, right? by @gucciharrywritings 

watermelon sugar, hi by @justice4canyonmoon

forever by @moonlightsolo

- part two

- part three 

- part four

countdown by @stylesluxx

thanks, liar by @peterspeachy 

soulmate au by @slothgiirl

in which Harry and Y/N are soulmates by @haroldloverboy

your beating heart by @havethetimeofyourstyles

invisible string by @secretly-a-cold-blooded-murderer

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・𝖩𝗎𝗇𝖾 ・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

just some personal favourites that I've read this month.

more fic recommendations available here!

[Please also respect writers terms, I am not responsible for what kind of content you consume but please be aware that minors will be blocked if they chose to interact with 18+ content.]

-x

⊱ ────── 𝖩𝖩 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄 ────── ⊰

Soul deep by @kindapinkskies

mixed signals by @mildkleptomaniac

I love you by @pixelated-pogues

white t-shirt by @myjjbaby

not together anymore by @anonymous0writer (miniseries!)

borrowed time by @maybankiara

when its convenient by @toriswrites

she wasn't you by @julesclues

warm me? by @ceceswriting

couldn't be more in love by @pogueszn

secret feelings by @theosbucky

crush by @smokingbeersdrinkingweed

⊱ ────── 𝖡𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌 ────── ⊰

you deserve a soft epilogue, my love by @sweetdreamsbuck

heartaches by @onceuponastory

The third wheel by @writing-for-marvel

just a little crpush by @sidepartskinnyjeans

it was only a kiss by @navybrat817

what I love about her by @anastasiabvrnes

together by @youlightmeupfinn

⊱ ────── 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗀 ────── ⊰

Take a leap by @redheadspark

request 1 by @writingdumpster

close by @stresslessbaaby

another threat by @sapphireplums

can't sleep by @inklore

⊱ ──────  Peter Parker ────── ⊰

Home coming by @watchmegetobsessed

locker love letters by @annab-nana

Peter’s girl (ongoing series I think?) by @farfromharry

girlfriend by @spideyspeaches

for fakes sake by @parkerpeter24

Where we start again (completeseries!!) by @waitimcomingtoo

lets just pretend by @ptergwen

safe space by @hollandcrush

home coming...with me? by @justauthoring

Plus one (completeseries!!) by @just-jordie-things

⊱ ────── Twilight ────── ⊰

Finding Warmth (J.B series!) by @raventhunderaesthetic

imprint (P.L) by @stylesluxx

Time (J.B) by @lullabaesstuff

Cursed fate (J.B) by @byrachel

there's not enough twilight fics for my liking so here's some masterlists of the wolf pack

@fatiguing-thoughts Wolf // pack Masterlist

@atlas-of-a-human-soul // pack Masterlist 

@pennylanefics // pack Masterlist

⊱ ────── Nicholas Scratch  ────── ⊰

Everything I’m not by @im-a-writer-sometimes

let him go by @atlas-of-a-human-soul (the amount of times I've read this and cried is just sad at this point :0 )

Not supposed to happen by @scorlettimagines

excuses excuses by @just-jordie-things

[unmaskthewriter]

Ocean Eyes {Anakin Skywalker x GN!Reader}

A/N: Welcome back, dearest reader! I wrote this on the spur of the moment late last night and this morning, the song came to me: ocean eyes by Billie Eilish

I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, published and/or translated on any platform including Tumblr.

Summary: You watch the rise and fall of your best friend and love, Anakin Skywalker.

Word count: 1336

Warnings: mentions/depictions of violence, reader is blind

GIF not mine, credit due to stylesluxx

I’ve been watching you for some time

Can't stop staring at those ocean eyes

You wait patiently in the sparring area overlooking Coruscant. Obi-wan Kenobi was on another domestic dispute mission which left you in charge of training his Padawan while you were away. Of course, he could have taken him if he wished to bore Anakin with yet another domestic dispute. These opportunities allowed you time with your favorite Jedi in training.

You were only knighted months ago at the young age of 21. Anakin was jealous of course, but you had to remind him you were older and therefore naturally ahead of him. You and Anakin grew up together in the Jedi temple, growing closer over the years. Of course, the two of you danced the fine line between friends and something more. You knew you both made a commitment to the Jedi but there was no denying your feelings.

“You know, if I didn’t care for you, I don’t think I’d put up with such an excuse.” He would say. You heard his footsteps long before he entered the room.

“You walk heavy, Anakin. Does something trouble you?” You ask, turning to face him. He lets out a soft sigh, looking away for a moment.

“Would it be worth it to lie?” He smirked. You chuckle and shake your head, approaching him as you reach for your pocket.

“I would like to try something different today.” You revealed a blindfold, raising it up and tying it over your eyes. You step back, allowing your bare feet to read the room and energies.

“This lesson is no different than the training droids we used in earlier training. Only this time, there is a live target.” You explain with a nod, giving the padawan permission to begin.

“Aren’t you going to use your lightsaber?” Anakin asked, a little confused, “I’m not going to fight a defenseless opponent.” He argued.

“This isn’t about me being defenseless Anakin. Be mindful of the force. The Force will guide me. Let’s begin.” You insist as the buzz of his lightsaber alerts you. He rushes toward you, preparing the first blow.

~

Ten years have passed and much has changed between you and the Skywalker. After the bombing of the Jedi Temple hangar, your sight had been taken from you. Of course, you knew Ahsoka, Anakin’s padawan, to be innocent from the very start. You never once blamed her, but you felt a change in Anakin after she left the Jedi order. He came to visit you frequently in the medical bay shortly after the attack.

Burning cities and napalm skies

15 flares inside those ocean eyes

“How do I look?” You attempt to joke. Beneath the wrappings, your eyes were shut and heavily scarred.

“Would it be worth it to lie?” You could hear him chuckle. You feel a dip in the bed beside you, and you weakly push yourself up. There’s a moment of silence between you two as the heavy truth lingers. You had lost your sight. You could sense the weight that Anakin had been carrying. Guilt, Anger, Hate.

“No use… how is Ahsoka? I heard they’re putting her on trial.” You quickly change the subject, hoping to deflect the attention from yourself.

“Yes, and the Council has already refused to listen to your testimony!” Anakin fumes. You reach for his hand.

“Ani-“

“I have to prove her innocence, {Y/N}. She’s my padawan, I know she wouldn’t do this.”

“Be mindful of these feelings. It is only natural to feel anger towards the Council right now. You will learn the truth and bring justice not only to me, but to Ahsoka and the others who suffered that day.” You tell him with a great sense of confidence.

“Thank you, Y/N, for always having confidence in me.” Anakin spoke, placing a gentle kiss to your bruised knuckles.

All of those blindfolded lessons with Anakin had served their purpose.

Now, you were hiding in the harsh desert world of Tatooine. You had made a home for yourself just outside of Mos Espa, filled with small wares and simple comforts. You made a living trading and selling scavenged parts and wares to various people of all walks of life. After the events of order 66, the Jedi had scattered across the galaxy, going into hiding from the rising Sith Lord, Vader. There were rumors of a fellow Jedi in the Jundland Wastes, not that you’d ever seek him or her out. Safety was not in numbers among the Jedi these days. The less attention you attracted, the better off you were.

Your heart ached at the thought of the Sith Lord you had once considered a great friend, perhaps even more. Every flashback, even these odd ten years later, would still make you wince.

You ‘saw’ what he had become that night, and it frightened you.

You really know how to make me cry

When you give me those ocean eyes

You were in the Jedi Temple teaching a group of younglings when the clone troopers entered your classroom.

“Yes?” You asked, feeling as though something was off. You could hear the moving of their blaster rifles and you immediately jumped out, saber drawn and deflecting their bullets. The children had all hid behind you, mortified. After defeating the clones in your classroom, you swiftly led the children through the halls, taking down any clones that had crossed your path. Luckily for you, being blind has taught you to rely on your other senses. You could feel footsteps and hear from a long distance away.

You gathered the younglings that you could find, and had almost made it to the temple entrance when he entered. You almost couldn’t tell it was him, there was such a disturbance surrounding him. You felt something evil and elusive. A sith.

“Children, go!” You shouted. Luckily, a few other Jedi had been nearby. Two had broken off to usher the younglings to safety. Whoever it was, they walked closer and without much warning, grabbed your hand. You tilted your head, confused and felt his skin.

“Ani?” You ask, composing yourself and gripping your saber tighter with your free hand.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were-“

“No, I’m here. Ani, please. Do not lie to me.” You speak softly. With a single hand, you reach out and place a hand on his chest. You feel the turmoil, the whirlwind of emotions. He gently grasps your shoulders.

“You shouldn’t be here-“

“Anakin, I won’t allow you to do this.” You insist, taking a step back as tears come to your eyes, “Snap out of this. We can help you… I can help you.”

“The Jedi cannot help me no more than they can help themselves, {Y/N}. Join me, together we can rule the galaxy-“ He takes a step towards you, hopeful. You back away, trying to increase the distance between you two.

“Ani…” You warn, raising your saber slightly. Your fingers tighten around the grip until your knuckles turn white. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Whatever path this is, I cannot follow. For the sake of myself, the younglings-… I loved-“

“Then you’ve given me no choice.” His face darkens.

“Don’t try it.” You warn. His lightsaber hums to life and you nod to him. You return your saber to its hilt on your waist and take a deep breath.

“So be it.” You respond as he charges toward you. You do not move, but allow the saber to pierce your stomach. A small grunt of pain escapes your lips as he pulls the saber out, looking down as you collapse to your knees. Your clouded eyes search desperately for him. Anything that the Force would allow you to see, but nothing. He pushes you down to the floor with the tap of his foot before moving onward, leaving you for dead. Or so he thought.

I’m scared

I’ve never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

[piedpiperslists]

KTH: Idol Boyfriend AU

List of all Taehyung fics under 'Idol Boyfriend' AU:

* s - contains smut sm - social media format

* Last updated: 30/04/2023

D R A B B L E S

[drabble] by gimmesumsuga s PWP

[drabble] by likeastarstar headcannon

3:13 AM by likeastarstar secret relationship Summary: Based off of Billie Bossa Nova By Billie Eilish.

Accismus by drmflm angst, breakup au Summary: It hurt you to leave him, but sometimes the love you crave must come from within.

Booty Obsessed by pinkcherrybombs

“Can I please have my hoodie back?” + “Can you stop being so cute for a minute? I’m trying to be mad at you.” by honeytae

Early Celebration by joonsgotthejuice s PWP Summary: He should wait until you’re back home, but Taehyung couldn’t help himself when you looked this good and he’s had quite a bit to drink.

fool for u. by yoonkeroppi

Free Love by mirahuyooo Summary: In which, you are a broke woman who just wants to give her multimillionaire of a boyfriend something good for his birthday.

“I love you, but please stop whatever it is that you’re doing” by v-hope

“I’m very busy right now, and what you’re doing is distracting” by v-hope

It's You by heartkook Summary: With Taehyung’s naturally sociable disposition, and people surrounding him at all times, it’s easy to wonder if he needs you around.

Love Don’t Die by ughseoks

Monsieur Kim by yoongiphoria s PWP Summary: A French lesson quickly becomes a lesson in something else.

More Than Prince Albert by i-would-rather-be-queen Summary: When you go grocery shopping with them.

My Head on Your Shoulder by ikpopwriting wedding au Summary: A song in a moment brings back memories with a common theme: your head on Taehyung’s shoulder.

Out of Love by yoongiphoria angst Summary: As Taehyung and I slowly drift toward the end, this is how I can tell he's fallen out of love with me.

Permission to Pleasure by bangtanbetchfics s PWP Summary: Scenarios where you pleasure each BTS member right after the final Permission to Dance concert in LA.

Stay by n4mina Summary: In which you and Taehyung love each other, in a scenario where love isn’t enough.

Texts with BF Tae when you call him DUDE and he doesn’t like it by dreamcatcherjiah sm

* The Floor is Lava by thecozywhaleshark Summary: “Another credit card?” + “The floor is lava.”

The Virtual Proposal by blu-joons

Too Early for Kisses by stylesluxx Summary: In which Taehyung leaves for work.

We Owned the Night by knamjooned

Wrath by whatifyoulivelikethat s PWP Summary: Kinky smut themed around a deadly sin.

“You say the word, angel, and I’ll give it to you.” by honeytae s

O N E S H O T S

36″ x 48″ by jinjikook s wc~3.6k

A Little Bit of Love by namfinessed wc~3.5k Summary: There’s nothing that freaks you out more than love does.

[...] Castle (II) by satnin-darling s wc~7.7k / ft JJK, polyamory au, PWP Summary: It's another day in the SOOP and there's something about the way Taehyung and Jungkook are talking together beneath the awning that somehow ends up with you on a pleasurable tailspin.

Illegitimi Non Carborundum by hesperantha s wc~4.3k Summary: Everyone except you seems to be madly in love with your boyfriend’s new hairstyle. But really, just how many unspoken words can a few inches of hair hide in a relationship like yours?

Learned to Love by ggukiepie wc~3.6k / angst, breakup au Summary: Kim Taehyung thought you were meant to stay in his life forever, but maybe you were just a lesson he needed to learn.

Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby by jinjikook s wc~3.8k / English tutor!reader Summary: Taehyung is kinda clingy and while you love what you get up to with him, you can’t afford to miss out on a job for the sake of paying rent. Taehyung at least finds a way to make the most of things, even if it’s a little risky.

Page 1 by satnin-darling s wc~3.5k / ft JJK, polyamory au, PWP Summary: Jungkook was tidying up in the boat house just as you came down to see him. Obviously, cleaning would be at the bottom of the agenda once you were together. But while Jungkook was confident that you two would be alone to do whatever you liked since his room was apart from everyone else’s, he keeps forgetting that Taehyung liked to go the extra mile.

Red Light, Green Light by rockwithwoo s wc~8.3k / PWP Summary: Who would’ve thought that sending a harmless selfie to your boyfriend, complaining about your day while you’re apart, would end up with you edging yourself while your boyfriend tells you how and where to touch yourself?

Saudade by chateautae s wc~16k / choreographer!reader Summary: A demanding idol lifestyle was something Taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. It wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, Taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

SOOP by satnin-darling s wc~2.8k / ft JJK, polyamory au, PWP Summary: Taehyung was meant to fetch you and Jungkook because it was already time to eat. But he happened to walk into something else and he couldn’t help but join. Oh, and for those who are left waiting, it’s not all bad

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Long Term Couple by taetaespeaches s friends to lovers Summary: Drabble series on long term couple Taehyung x Peaches.

[harrystylesficreccomendations]

famous reader x harry ??💓

𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨!𝙮/𝙣

hi! here you go! 

✘ Y/N and Harry try 9 things they’ve never done before by @glimmerry

✘ Beach vid by @harrystylesupremacy

✘ It’s Not What It Looks Like by @confidently-dasiavuu

✘ Leaked feelings by @glimmerry

✘ Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts by @harrysgoldenline

✘ Flustered by @stylesluxx

✘ Never Have I Ever Series by @watchmegetobsessed

✘ Celebrity Crush by @inkslingerharry

✘ The Empowering Hearts by @havethetimeofyourstyles (this one is def in my 10 ten fav harry fics ever)

✘ Singer!Y/N Masterpost by @gucciharrywritings 

✘ I Don’t Believe You’ve Met My Baby  Part 2  by @theharriediaries

✘ Mine Again by @watchmegetobsessed

✘ Adore You by @gucciwins

✘ Model!Y/N and CEO!Harry Masterpost by @and-im-okay-with-it

✘ Famous!Y/N x Professor!Harry by @let-me-write-shit

✘ Floating Through Space by @watchmegetobsessed

[hrryfics]

heyyy, so I was wondering if you could find some black!reader fics? Luv you!!!!!<3

love u too <3

@stylesluxx- masterlist

@pocharryfics- masterlist

@cleoooelizabeth- i want to try something

@bonappetizzle- stick together

@gotmilf-mpeg- elusive

@honeydulcewrites- temptress

@amethystnalaah- i fucking hate you

@lees-choice- makeup, makeup

[ronoholic]

elle’s birthday celebration :D

(July 20th - July 30th)

closed

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so my birthday is coming in a bit more than a week so I decided to have a little celebration with you all because why not:)

🐋 would they and why? -ask questions from this template with any characters from any of my masters list.

🐚 let me be nosy -ask questions from this list to get to “get nosy” and know me better.

🦈 who would it be? -kiss, fuck,marry, kill. + characters from my masters list.

🦑 send the vid :0 -send in a character for a porn link that reminds me about them

🦭 who/where would I go? -tell me about yourself and i’ll (tell you what house I think you could go in or who would date you, who would date you out of the wolves, who would date you from cobra kai *you choose:) * )

🦦 cym -( you tell me to cast (mutuals/people I follow) as anything)

🐳 send a pic ;) -send in a character for a photo of a “nude” i’d think they’d send you

🧜‍♀️ let’s be honest -tell me your first opinion on me and i’ll tell you my first opinion on you (mutuals only)

⚓️ would you like to be added? -anon list | | tag list

just tagging a few moots below the cut <3

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@silverdelirium @selenesheart @stylesluxx @s1ater @mauvea @queen-asteria04 @lumosx @ameliasbitvh @just-a-smol-spoon @wolfstar4lifee @gothboutique @imaginebetches

[stylesluxx]

stable – a.hotchner

[warnings: hotch in the hospital, anxious reader]

summary: in which y/n visits hotch in the hospital

word count: 888

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The drive to the hospital was suffocating. No matter how many windows you rolled down, it wasn't nearly enough air. Your hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to focus on the fact that he was safe and alive.

Emily's voice echoed in your ears. "Stable," is all that you can hear. It was the last thing you heard before you hung up on your friend and raced out of the office.

The word was fragile, as if it could break any moment but it gave you hope. But the thought of what happened to your fiance, Aaron, weighed on you. It brought your heart down to your ankles.

When you get to the hospital, you don't remember parking, how, or where. You rushed through the sterile halls, the beeping of the monitors and the smell of antiseptic making your skin crawl. You couldn't believe you wanted to be a nurse. Because at this moment you couldn't stand hospitals. The idea of Aaron being hurt—of him lying somewhere behind one of those doors—is unbearable.

As you reach the nurse's station, your breath is short as you try to remain calm. "Aaron Hotchner. Where is he?"

The nurse glances up, her face softening as she senses your panic. "He's in Room 407. He's stable and awake now," she says reassuringly, hoping to calm you down.

Stable.

You nod and make your way to his room, your heart pounding. Your steps quicken as you approach the door. For a moment, you hesitate. You've been trying to hold yourself together since Emily's call, but now reality is starting to hit you in a way you weren't prepared for.

You take a deep breath and push the door open.

And there he is—sitting up in the hospital bed, pale but very much alive. His eyes find yours the moment you step inside, and the tightness in your chest eases just a little. He's okay and he's right there.

You rush to his side, ignoring everyone else in the room. Your hands are shaking as you reach out for him.

"Aaron..."

He looks at you, his dark eyes soft, but you can see the exhaustion in them, the pain he's trying to hide.

"Hey," he says, his voice low, rougher than usual. "I'm okay."

You take his hand gently, brushing your thumb over his knuckles as if reassuring yourself that he's here.

"Em... Emily said it was Foyet?" You whisper, your voice catching in your throat. "He stabbed you."

Aaron nods, his jaw tightening at the mention of George Foyet.

"Yeah. But I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, but the weight of the fear remains. You sit down next to his bed, never letting go of his hand.

"I was so scared," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

His thumb moves softly against your hand, a gesture of comfort even in his weakened state.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I didn't want you to worry."

"You can't not expect me to worry, Aaron. Not when something like this happens."

He doesn't argue. His eyes soften as he looks at you, the unspoken emotions heavy between you two. You can see it—the guilt he's carrying. The sense that, somehow he let you down by getting hurt, even though that's the last thing you should be feeling.

You glance at the bandage peeking out from under his hospital gown, your stomach twisting at the sight.

"What did the doctors say?"

"They said I'll recover. It'll take some time, but I'll be fine," he says quietly.

You close your eyes for a second, letting more relief wash over you. He's going to be okay. He's here and alive you remind yourself. That's what matters. But the thought of how close you came to losing him makes your chest ache.

"I wish I had been there. I should've been there but I was working late," you quickly let out, unable to hide the tremor in your voice.

Aaron shakes his head, gently squeezing your hand.

"No, this is not something you want to be a part of. You shouldn't have to see any of this."

He's trying to protect you like he always does but it doesn't make the fear go away.

"I know you don't want me to worry, Aaron, but I can't just switch it off. I worry about you. I love you. You can't ask me to not feel any way when stuff like this happens."

"I know," he says just above a whisper. "I know. I just hate that you have to be scared because of me."

Tears sting the back of your eyes but you blink them away, not wanting to break down in front of him.

"It's because I love you. And because I am terrified that I will lose you one day," you say softly.

For a moment, the room is silent, besides the bums and beeps of the machines around you.

Aaron looks at you as if trying to memorize your face as if he'll never see you again.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promises with a steady voice.

You nod, squeezing his hand tighter, holding onto him like he's the most important thing in the world. Because to you, he is.

[AN: i usually have something to say but today I don’t ☝🏾 here's my taglist]

[articharys]

I’ve a request! Can you do one where harry teaches the reader how to play piano? All fluffy!!! Thank lovie <3

anything for you lovie <3

also i listened to fine line while writing

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a/n: requests are open so send some in.

You slowly wake up to the soft press of lips against your shoulder and to the sliver of light that fell lightly on your face, a heavy, purposeful hand sliding down your bare side en route to your hip, enticing a small shiver from you in response. The memories from last night come flooding back all at once, you and harry including everything you'd done the night before replaying in your groggy, fuzzy mind.

"morning" he slurs into the crook of your neck, his voice revealing that, he too, had only just woken up.

"Mhmm," is all you can manage, your eyes still closed as you push back against him trying to fall back asleep.

you both stay like that for a while before Harry moves his hands across your ticklish stomach, you give him a low giggle in response, as you turn around to face him while slowly inching your hands up his chest and over his shoulders to grab at him, the need to just touch him sitting heavy and warm in your lower belly.

Normally Harry awoke early, wanting to get an early run in or some kind of exercise before you woke up to see him missing from the bed but after Christmas dinner and being on FaceTime to both your families for a portion of the night, you were more than happy to sleep in.

The day dragged on as harry played sickly sweet tunes on the grand piano and both ate Christmas leftovers as snacks. You could hear familiar songs gliding its way through the apartment as the day progressed, but you paid special attention a new tune that floated throughout the house. You were putting together some food you could eat, but the sound of piano keys made you stop.

You wander through the house in search of the sound, convincing yourself that Harry must just be playing music loudly. Instead, you find your boyfriend sitting at the piano, his hands picking at a slow rhythm on the keys.

“would you mind teaching me something?” you said quietly as you admired harry from afar. He looked up from the piano, not realising anyone was watching, and smiled sweetly at you,

“sure love, come here.”

He ushered you over and sits you down on the bench beneath the piano.

Harry begin to thumb through the pages of sheet music that he had learned to love over the years. Harry found one of the favourite and easy pieces you liked to hear him play and pulls it out of its neatly packed folder and spreads them across the piano.

He placed his foot on the right pedal and begin to play the first notes of the piece. He showed you little by little and as the song progressed you started to understand what he was doing. It was one of your favourite pieces to listen to, mainly because of how it almost flowed out the piano.

Harry didn’t have to think about where to place his fingers, or how loud or soft to play. It all came naturally to him, playing it for months on end during quarantine.

As he continued the song, you rest your head on his shoulder.

When the song finally comes to an end, Harry lifts his foot off of the pedal and let your fingers rest on the piano keys. Neither you nor harry move and all you can hear is your synchronized breathing. He kisses the top of your head and asks,

“do you think you can play a couple keys?”

“...uh could you show me again?”

At that moment, the only thing in the world is you, Harry, and the music that rings through your ears as you tried to learn but in turn just watched harry play beautiful melodies on the piano.

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Shifting pt 1

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A/n: Hey guys, sorry for my absence, i just got a new job and trying to wrap my head around the fact the I’m apparently bipolar lol which explains a lot but anyways, I hope you enjoy part one, and have a wonder day. Also Once again I’m sorry for how long this took.

Paul lahote x reader

Word count: 659

Warning: swearing

Request: Can I make a request? A Paul X female reader where he was kinda mean to her and picked on her before he shifted but now that he has he imprinted on her and he has to convince her to give him a chance? I’m just a sucker for an enemies to lovers story and I really like your writing and just binge read your posts lol

(I appreciate your support and I’m sorry I didn’t answer but I hope you enjoy part 1❤️ @amandak27 )

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Alright let's get one thing clear, you were nowhere close to being a teacher's pet or a star student, definitely not an annoying know it all that got hundreds on every assignment and project, colleges wouldnt be breaking down your door asking you to go there when the time came to choose, but your grades were alright and if you knew an answer to a question, you didn't really have a problem saying it. Simple as that right? Nope. Apparently knowing anything at all in class gave a certain hot headed jerk named Paul Lahote the grounds to label you as a nerd.

Honestly you didn't know what his problem with you was, ever since the start of freshman year he's felt the need to taunt and tease you anyway he could. Stepping on the back of your shoes, snide comments during class or in the halls, knocking into you whenever possible, and dont even get me started on gym class. Any class you didn't have with him was a safe haven. At some point you started carrying extra clothes with you because of cafeteria “accidents”.

You even tried learning his schedule so you could try to avoid him, ofcouse word got around though and the next thing you know, he was bullying you for ‘liking’ and ‘stalking’ him. You could admit that he was attractive, but because his personality mimics that of a pile of horse shit that's been set on fire, it would have been over your dead body.

Now having said that, lately he's been acting really strange, not only has he been harassing you less but he's stuck to just blowing up on anyone that got in his way or looked at him wrong. Not that you werent elated that your days at school are a bit easier to get through, but considering he's kept this act up for almost three years, the fact that it's been toned down by almost 75% had you a bit more than suspicious.

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“Pleeeeaaasseeee (Y/N) come eat lunch with me in the cafe with Ash, Paul’s quit his bullshit, he's not gonna do anything, and besides youve had the same spare clothes with you for a week! Just test it out, see how it goes!” Your friend Melody begged trying to pull you to the cafe.

“No, I dont trust it,” you pulled her to you and pointed at her “this is a trap, he's planning something, I can feel it.” rolling her eyes she pushed your finger out of her face and smiled.

“Welp I guess we'll see cause here he comes.” She said looking behind you. Panic flooded your body, so you took Melodys arm and raced through the crowd of kids in the way and ran over to where your mutual friend Ash was sitting and ducked behind their chair.

“Hey weirdo, hey melody” they said, not looking up from their phone while pulling up a chair for you. Melody chuckled and sat beside your empty chair as you watched Paul walk in, not talking your eyes off of him from your hiding spot behind Ash until he had gotten his launch and sat down.

“Dude, pop a squat, you're fine.” Ash said, turning around to look at you, amusement gleaming in their green eyes.

Hesitantly you sat down between the two of them still watching him ignoring his lunch and playing on his phone instead.

For the first time in a very long time, you had a nice lunch break with your friends, talking about classes, that days gossip, and your after school extra credit tutoring for a someone in your history teachers class.

Before you knew it the bell rang and you happily made you way down to the library to meet the student youd be tutoring for a few months and sat by the table near the door where Mr. Sohn said they would meet you.

Getting all your notes out, you grabbed “Doctor Sleep” By Stephen King and read while you waited for them to show up.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me”

Your head snapped up at the voice, and low and behold, Paul Fucking Lahote stood at the door by the library looking right at you.

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A/n: I think we all saw that ending of part one but i hope you enjoyed regardless, and again, im really sorry about my absence. I hope you have a wonderful day

Taglist: @amandak27 @fangirlanotherjust @kettnerjanea @dillybuggg @its-la-push @britty443 @stylesluxx @ri-wantstorunaway @cncogirl18 @ineedmorefanfics

[recluxx]

NAVIGATION

my name is skyy, welcome to my bts recommendation blog! everyone is welcomed, loved, and safe here! i do share NSFW content so i don’t recommend any minors interacting with my blog!

main account @stylesluxx​

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fyi: i try to reblog fics every day, but sometimes i get busy <3

also: PLEASE feel free to send me recommendations ! and let me know if you liked any of the fics i shared <3

i used to reblog mha fics ... ignore those if you get that far

last updated: november 2, 2022

[byrachel]

Thank you for a lovely 2020 <3

To all the kind people who have supported me in 2020 :)

When I started writing again it was purely because I was an anxious mess in need of some escapism. I’m so glad I was able to pull nearly 250 of you into my fantasy world based on the hot mess that is Twilight.

It feels like I’ve built a little family on here who I can come to when I feel like like I had enough of the real world. I appreciate each and everyone of you who have followed me, liked, commented, reblogged or even simply only read my stories.

I also wanted to give a special thanks to all the people who have ever sent me an ask to compliment me on my works, compliment me as a person, share their stories with me about themselves, tell me I inspired them, share with me my stories helped them through a hard time and ask me how I was doing. Maybe you guys don’t realize it, but I felt like a very special girl every time I opened the site or app to see an ask in my inbox. It truly made my day especially when I was dealing with depressive episodes or with a lot of anxiety because of school.

I have had a hard time writing recently, but I hope that changes in 2021 so I can fulfill all of my requests which are unfortunately still chilling in my drafts. (sorry about that btw)

This goes out to some of mutuals and friends: (check all of them out btw!)

♡︎ @ineedmorefanfics thank you for being there when I needed it, making me feel pretty and just being an awesome friend in general. I don’t remember how long we’ve known each other now (excuse my fish brains), but all I’ve seen is growth. Not only in your writing but also you as a person. Keep chasing your dreams, because I know you can do anything you put your mind to! We haven’t talked in a while which is completely on me, but I hope you have a great 2021 🥺❤️! I PROMISE TO SEND YOU A TEXT SOON

♥︎ @stylesluxx the mutual who always tells me I shouldn’t boost her ego when I compliment her on her absolute amazing and sometimes heart wrenching fics. You really gotta stop make me fall in love with these fictional boys. The mutual who always comes through with the best reaction memes to support my works and my random text posts no one reads lmaoo. We never actually talked behind the scenes, but interacting with you on the timeline feels just like talking to an old friend. I also hope you have a great 2021 🤍!

♡︎ @biggayforbellaswan Ky!! My newest friend who sends me the sweetest messages whenever we talk. If you wanna kiss just say so girl 🙄🤚🏽. We’ve literally been friends for a few weeks, but talking to you (even if it’s just a quick snap) is just the best. You’re the cutest, the brightest and the strongest. You were the first person who came into my messages to compliment not only my works but also me. Thank you for being such a great friend in the short period of time we’ve talked. You better have a great 2021 😡❤️!

♥︎ @its-la-push hi girly! We haven’t talked in a while, but I still wanted to include you to say that I miss you on here 🥺. You’re so talented and kind, a great person to talk to in general. If you ever need me don’t hesitate to send me a message, I’ll always be here for you. I’m sending you the best for 2021 💗!

As we say here in the Netherlands, ik wens jullie allemaal een gelukkig nieuw jaar! Happy (early) New Year and stay safe!

[piedpiperslists]

Taehyung Drabbles (XVII)

* s - contains smut

[drabble] by @taestefully-in-luv s angst, breakup au Summary: You confess you’re no longer in love with him and he asks for one last night. You’re doing what you think is best but what Taehyung doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right? In more ways than one.

Special Present by @lilsunflowersworld established relationship, idol au Summary: You and Taehyung are apart because of work, but you’ve gotten him a special present.

Han by @bangtanstanst established relationship Summary: When you have to stay late at the office, Taehyung joins to keep you company.

Bloody Blue by @ichorai angst, artist!Taehyung, prince!Taehyung, muse!reader Summary: In which you can't stay still for Taehyung's painting and you're afraid you've been dancing for far too long.

‘I Hate You’ Kiss by @jimipoo enemies to lovers Summary: In which, you get stuck in a refrigerator room with the man you’ve hated for years.

Blooming for You by @charcharbinksie shy boy!Taehyung, college au Summary: For the past six months someone has been leaving notes on the front door of your dorm room. Sometimes the notes come along with chocolates or little hand drawn doodles, nothing too special. Until your birthday when you get a full bouquet of your favorite flowers, white tulips. You decide it’s time to enlist the help of your best friend, Namjoon, to track down your secret admirer.

Stomach Aches and Sugar Cookies by @softyoongiionly established relationship Summary: Taehyung can’t keep his hands off of you and, you don’t really understand why.

Vertical Arithmetic by @xotoosweet s financial analyst!reader, idol au, PWP Summary: The mathematics of the two of you may never work out, but you still like his attempts at solving your equation.

I Lost Focus by @musicloverxoxo7 s established relationship Summary: Taehyung loves calling his mom. But when you walk in wearing new lingerie, he loses focus. And control.

Headache by @blue-jisungs established relationship

Somewhere Beyond the Sky by @sugaurora dating au Summary: Tonight you were going to end things with Taehyung for good. For his sake.

Back to Life by @sugaurora exes to lovers Summary: Wherein Taehyung’s ex-girlfriend reappears after leaving him to marry someone else.

Too Early for Kisses by @stylesluxx established relationship, idol au Summary: In which Taehyung leaves for work.

Ten Times Too Many by @vankoya angst, exes au, underground boxer au Summary: Ten is a cursed number, and Kim Taehyung is even worse.

Dessert by @taehyung-the-baehyung s established relationship Summary: A man in a suit is such a hard thing to resist…

[bxcketbarnes]

do u have any steve or billy (or both lmao) fic recs??

Steve Fic Recs:

@stevesscoops - all their Steve fics are amazing along with:

@galaxy-mindsxx

@daisyxbuckley

@jurassicbarnes

@kindakeery

@somethingtoavenge

@thestrangesterthings - My Shirt

@harringtons-imagines

Billy Hargrove Fic Recs:

@stylesluxx - Hot

@chiefhargroves - lakeside

@billyspotato - Lake House

@pinkchubbiebunnie - Drowning In You

@thephantomofthe-internet - Piercings and Poloroids

E v e r y t h i n g. Read everything lol. There's so much, but here's a few I could think of and recently read!

🖤🤗

[stylesluxx]

supernatural – a.hotchner

[warnings: none]

summary: in which y/n is a singer and writes a song for her lover — inspired by supernatural by ariana grande | singer!reader

word count: 1,749

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Aaron pushed open the door to your recording studio quietly, not wanting to interrupt. He wasn't supposed to be here, not while you were in the middle of recording. But you hadn't answered his texts all day, and that lingering worry that came with the job had crept up on him. So, here he was, standing in the doorway, watching you through the glass as you worked.

You were in the booth, headphones on, completely absorbed in the music. Your voice was soft but commanding, pouring into the microphone with a level of vulnerability he wasn't used to seeing from you. It was like watching you step out of yourself and reveal something he wasn't sure anyone else got to see.

The moment your eyes flickered up and caught his reflection in the glass, you froze.

The engineer glanced at you, sensing the sudden change. "Everything alright?" he asked.

You pulled off your headphones and nodded, shooting a quick look toward Aaron through the window. He wasn't supposed to be here yet. Not for this song.

"I'm fine," you replied, voice strained. "Can we take five?"

The engineer shrugged, used to your creative quirks, and flicked a switch, silencing the playback.

You stepped out of the booth, meeting Hotch in the hallway. He stood there, hands in his pockets, his brow slightly furrowed in concern.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," he said softly, his deep voice carrying that mix of warmth and control you found so comforting. "I just wanted to check on you. You've been quiet all day."

You smiled, though it was more nervous than usual, and glanced over your shoulder at the booth where the half-finished recording hung in the air like a secret. "I'm okay. Just working on something... special."

Aaron's eyes searched yours, and you could tell he knew there was more to it than you were letting on. He always knew.

"Special, huh?" he asked, taking a step closer. His voice dropped just a bit, like it always did when he was trying to coax you into opening up.

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to laugh at the irony of it all. If only he knew how special the song really was—how every line had been written with him in mind, every note crafted around the feelings you'd never had the courage to say out loud. And now, here he was, almost hearing it before you were ready for him to.

"Yeah, but... not something I'm ready for you to hear just yet," you admitted, feeling your pulse quicken.

He tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "Not ready for me?"

You shrugged, trying to play it off casually. "It's not finished. I want it to be perfect."

Aaron studied you for a moment longer, his dark eyes softening. He didn't press, though you could tell he was curious. Instead, he reached out and gently brushed his fingers over your arm, a small, reassuring gesture that sent warmth spreading through you.

"I can wait," he said, his voice low and steady. "Whenever you're ready."

Your heart skipped a beat, the weight of his words sinking in. He wasn't just talking about the song anymore, and you both knew it.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice suddenly quiet in the small space between you.

He gave you a small smile, one that reached his eyes but carried that quiet intensity he was known for. It wasn't often that he showed this side of himself, the softer, more patient part. But when he did, it always caught you off guard.

"I'll be outside," he said, his hand lingering on your arm for just a second longer before he turned to leave. "Take your time."

You watched him go, the weight of his presence lingering even after the door clicked shut behind him.

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The studio was quiet except for the faint hum of the equipment as you stood next to Aaron. He had arrived just as you had planned—late in the evening, when everyone else had gone, leaving the two of you alone. The intimacy of the space felt familiar, comfortable even, given how long you'd been together now. But tonight was different. Tonight was the first time you'd let him hear the song you'd written about him.

"You sure you're ready?" you asked, biting your lip nervously as you glanced at him.

Hotch leaned against the edge of the soundboard, his dark eyes meeting yours with a soft, knowing look. "I think the question is, are you ready?"

You let out a nervous laugh, fiddling with the controls. You'd never been this nervous around him before—not since the early days when you were still figuring each other out, tiptoeing around your feelings. But this song was something else entirely. It was raw and vulnerable, and as much as Aaron knew you, he hadn't seen this side of you yet.

"I just... I want you to hear it before anyone else," you said, your voice a little quieter. "It's personal."

Aaron straightened, his face softening in that way it always did when it was just the two of you. No walls, no pretense—just the man who had become your safe place.

"You know I'll love it," he said gently, stepping closer and placing a reassuring hand on your waist.

You nodded, drawing in a deep breath. "Okay. I'm playing it now."

With one final glance at him, you hit play.

The first few notes of the track filled the room, and you watched as Hotch's expression shifted from curiosity to something deeper. The song, inspired by the intense connection you shared, was full of lyrics that spoke to how he made you feel—like there was something almost magical about the way you understood each other. The melody swelled as you sang about how he grounded you, how his presence brought a sense of calm you'd never known before, and yet how he also set your pulse racing, like a force you couldn't resist.

It had a sensual, powerful feel infused with your own emotions—your own experience of loving Aaron Hotchner. The lyrics painted him as something more than just a man. He was your constant, your protector, and yet there was this undeniable fire between you. Every word was soaked in the intensity of your relationship, from the way his touch lingered to how just his gaze could unravel you.

You kept your eyes on him as the song built to its climax, your voice carrying all the emotion you'd felt writing it. His expression had softened, his lips slightly parted as he listened, clearly moved by what he was hearing.

By the time the song finished, the silence felt heavier than the music had. Aaron didn't speak immediately. Instead, he stepped toward you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That was..." His voice faltered for a moment, rare for him. "That was incredible."

You smiled, feeling a mix of relief and affection swell inside you. "You liked it?"

He chuckled softly, pulling you close by the waist. "Liked it? I'm not sure 'liked' is the right word." His fingers brushed your cheek as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. "You wrote that about me?"

You nodded, your breath catching slightly under his intense gaze. "Every word."

Aaron's eyes softened even more, something deep and affectionate flickering in his expression. "I can hear how much of you is in it... how much of us."

You swallowed, the vulnerability of it all still hanging in the air. "I wanted you to know. I wanted to show you how I feel about us... about you."

For a moment, he said nothing, his thumb brushing gently along your jaw. Then, his lips quirked into a small smile. "You do realize you're going to make it difficult for me to keep my composure when I hear this playing tomorrow, right? All of my colleagues are going to know that this is about us."

You laughed softly, the tension finally breaking. "I'm sure you can handle it, SSA Hotchner."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I can handle anything," he murmured, his lips brushing your skin, "as long as I have you."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. In the quiet of the studio, surrounded by the echoes of your song, you realized that this moment—this man—was everything you had ever needed.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "For always being there."

Aaron pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression serious but full of love. "You never have to thank me for that," he said softly. "It's where I want to be."

The next morning, Aaron arrived at the office as usual, his face betraying no hint of the emotions stirring inside him. He knew today was the day your song would release.

As he made his way through the bullpen, he noticed something strange. The other agents—Morgan, Prentiss, even Reid—were huddled around someone's desk, talking in hushed voices. His brow furrowed slightly as he approached.

"What's going on?" he asked, stopping just outside the circle.

Morgan grinned, glancing between Aaron and the phone playing a song—your song. "Man, I can't believe this. This song is about you?"

Prentiss, trying but failing to hold back a smirk, added, "You should've warned us, Hotch. I didn't think you were the muse type."

Aaron's cheeks flushed, an unmistakable blush creeping up his neck. He could hear your voice, soft and powerful, pouring out through the speakers.

"I, uh..." he cleared his throat, unsure of what to say, which was a rare thing for him.

"You're blushing, Hotch!" Garcia teased as she popped into the group, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "How adorable!"

"Cut it out," Hotch muttered, trying to focus on anything but the warmth spreading across his face. But it was no use. The agents were listening intently to the lyrics, and there was no escaping the reality that they all knew now.

The song ended, and the bullpen fell into a comfortable silence. Reid, ever analytical, tilted his head slightly. "It's a beautiful song. Very personal. You're lucky."

Hotch just nodded, still feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on him. "I suppose I am."

Morgan clapped a hand on his shoulder, laughing softly. "Don't worry, Hotch. We won't tease you too much... well, not for long, at least."

[AN: i’ve been super inspired by music lately so i would say to expect more writing based off of songs 🤭]