THIS WOULD BE SOOOOOO GOOD!

this is so good 😭😭

hi!! i love your fics, they keep me sane ❤️

i was thinking of a fic with aaron where it’s friends to lovers at the BAU & aaron being the profiler he is he notices something off when y/n starts pulling away after he meets beth (season 7/8/9)

then it’s raining & he drops y/n off at home after a long night of drinking their sorrows & she blurts out “because i’m in love with you, you idiot”

could be a love triangle or “i drop that bitch bc he’s also in love” type thing

p.s. plz don’t break my heart with aaron not loving us back

kk bye love you

🥹 that's so sweet thank you so much. i kinda switched this up a bit, and hehe i won't break your heart about him not loving us back but i can't promise it'll be a happy ending <3

history left unfinished

cw; angst!!! small mention of alcohol

the pattering rain was the perfect excuse to stay silent. it's been twenty minutes, and neither of you had spoken a word to each other.

it was loud- the repeated tapping smacked against the surface of aaron's car, making conversation impractical. so maybe that's why you suddenly gained the confidence to ask the question you've been holding in for months now, or it could've been the alcohol flowing through your body. nonetheless, you'd chalk it up to fate if he ended up hearing you or not.

"do you love her?" you didn't dare meet aaron's eyes, refusing to fall into their soft, warm comfort. instead, you watched the rain droplets as they raced each other down the glass of the window.

aaron glanced in your direction, "what'd you say?"

"are you in love with her?" you asked, your mind recalling the events from the past few hours.

the way his face lit up as she joined the team at the bar, the way his eyes would crinkle at the edges as he smiled at her as she spoke, the way his hand always involuntarily ended up in hers.

you've always pictured it differently. you've always pictured yourself in her place.

it was difficult not to, given the history you and aaron shared. the long, meaningful talks about anything and everything, the constant shared fear of the other's safety while in the field, spending your weekends only with him and jack, the one kiss you had shared.

but that's all it was now, history. thanks to her. your routine changed when beth entered into aaron's life, and you became a bystander in his.

it took him a while to respond, your eyes eventually finding his in the darkness. "i love her, yes." aaron said, almost cautiously.

"but are you in love with her?"

"don't." he shook his head, something in his voice you couldn't quite place.

"you're breaking my heart, you've been breaking it." your voice cracked as you felt yourself begin to tremble in your seat. "and it was never officially yours to begin with."

the car slowed to a stop as aaron parked outside your apartment building, also giving him the opportunity to focus solely on you. but the contradicting thing was, he couldn't answer you, silence overpowered him.

"i've loved you for so long." your words left you in a breath, your shoulders dropping from the weight of your confession. "i've wanted you to choose me for so long. i've waited."

aaron had noticed, the distance you've intentionally set forth between the two of you. the truth was, he did. he loved you back with every inch of him. but that was just it- he loved you. and it scared him. you knew the parts of him he kept hidden away, the parts that minimal people ever get to see. the more you saw, the closer the two of you became, the more you would realize how broken he was.

being with beth was easier, if it didn't work out, it wouldn't hurt nearly as much. and just maybe, keeping you at arm's reach, rather than in his arms, it would prevent you from slipping through his fingers entirely. panic began to slowly creep through him though, because he realized if he didn't answer adequately, you would.

but you took his silence as an answer within itself, opening the passenger door and hastily getting out of his car, slamming it behind you.

aaron was quick to follow, throwing his seatbelt off and hurrying after you. "wait!"

"it's fine." you insisted, squinting back at him as rain plummeted your face. thankfully, your tears blended in. "go be with her. it's fine. i'm so happy for you."

"you don't understand." he insisted, the crackling of thunder following his words.

"i understand fine." just like the sky, you wanted to scream. "let me let you go, please."

aaron's face softened a tad, his words leaving him in a sigh. "i don't want you to."

"don't make this even harder." you pleaded as he hesitantly stepped closer. "you said you love her, that's not fair."

aaron reached out for you, taking both your hands into his. "but-"

"no." you pulled your hands away. "whatever..." you took a moment, searching for the correct term. you heart ached, mourning the possibility- the what could have been. in the long run, this had to be the easiest solution. but you also pondered- how could it be?

despite your doubts, it was like a floodgate had been broken, and you finished your statement. "this is. or was. it's over. it has to be over."

aaron knew what he should've done. he should've grabbed your face and kissed you like his life depended on it. he should've admitted that you had claimed his heart and mind as yours forever ago, you utterly and completely consumed both. he should've told you that he's never been so deeply infatuated with someone, that it scared him.

but he just stood there. frozen. even after you had walked away.

I am a Captain Marvel stan to my core. I love my woman Carol Danvers in literally all sources of Media including children's books (Yes. I've read Starforce on the Rise. Don't at me.) But something I wasn't expecting was to fall in love with a timeless Warrier who licks swords and is the absolute perfect definition of chaotic bisexual.

And holy crap am I in love. Brunnhilde is so complicated and so freaking amazing. I love getting in her head and seeing the world through her eyes. And the muscles. And the suits. God.

The suits.

Like, look at this woman.

She's my second favorite alcoholic girl-fail in the MCU. She's a horse girl, but I'll allow it just this once. I may have to get a tattoo for her on my other arm.

Them 🫶🏽

Shipppppppps

Does anyone else just know ships meant to be when the two are two oppsite colors. Reblog with more oppsite color ships.

hahahahahahahahahahaha

Emily: I identify as a threat. My pronouns are try/me.

WOW!!!!!!

My coloring for Izuku Midoriya [My Hero Academia manga, chapter 317]

REBLOG IF YOURE A “SOMEBODY TOLD ME I WOULD CHANGE” STAN

Rewatched the movie again. So the first chance Henry got to be close to Alex, he smells him??? And compliments the perfurme???

Best thing I’ve ever seen or read on tumblr 😭😭😭

"you're killing it and I don't know how much more I can take"

bet y'all never guessed that the title was taken from a song by anthony amorim did you (pretending is peak zosan)

anyway. insane that i finished a comic project all the way through. im becoming more and more powerful by the day

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

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Steve: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Natasha: I sleep with a knife.

Y/n: Both of you are pathetic.

Steve: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Y/n: Bucky.

I need someone to write a Assassination Classroom fanfic that’s almost exactly like the show/manga but with more Karmagisa