#[ Expect the Unexpected ]
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ilikecarsandlike4people · 7 months ago
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The curse has lifted!
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companionjones · 7 days ago
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Expect The Unexpected
Pairing: Bernard the Elf x Fem!Reader
Fandom: The Santa Clause Movies
Summary: Bernard surprises you by showing up on the night of Christmas. He has a story for you to explain his appearance. He also might have another surprise...
Warnings: Cursing
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You very nearly spilled your hot chocolate when your boyfriend appeared under a cascade of sparkles in front of your TV in your living room. "B?!" You quickly set aside your mug, removed your blanket, and got to your feet. "What're you doing here? It's Christmas Day! Well, more like night now," you corrected yourself with a gesture to the window. You took the few steps necessary to hug him.
Bernard had made it very clear that his job came first when you had met him. The two of you had been seeing each other for over two years at that point, and Bernard was always absent from American Thanksgiving to the New Year. You never had a problem with it.
Your boyfriend seemed sweaty in his response. "Oh, you know. I could feel you missing me extra this year, so I figured I'd pop down and say hello. For your sake."
Quickly, you parted from your hug to give him an unconvinced look.
Bernard didn't even need to look at you to know that you saw right through him. "Okay, I'm sorry! The lead up to this Christmas was just so stressful--more stressful than normal--and I needed to see you."
He was speaking so fast that you didn't object as he pulled you to sit on your couch with both hands.
Bernard proceeded to tell you the story of the lead up to that Christmas while barely taking the time to breathe. Apparently, the current Santa Claus, Scott Calvin, needed a Mrs. Claus in order to continue being St. Nicholas. While he was gone and looking for his better half, Bernard's 2nd in command, Curtis, made a life-like toy Santa to run things at the North Pole. The toy Santa went crazy and almost ruined Christmas. However, Scott Calvin returned in time to right everything, and to marry a woman he had fallen in love with. Her name was Carol.
"Holy shit! What the fuck?" You exclaimed once the story was over.
"As always, I missed the eloquent way you express my thoughts exactly," Bernard sighed deeply as he leaned against your shoulder.
Gently, you removed his hat so you could place a soft kiss on top of his head. "I missed you too," you returned. "Now, since I have you here, would you like to curl up with some hot cocoa and watch some Christmas movies? Or, if you're all Christmased out, we could just stare at the black screen?"
Bernard snorted and moved back to a sitting position. "Honey, I'd love to, but there's still one more thing I have to make right." He pulled a small, red velvet box from his pocket.
Knowing on-sight what it was, you gasped.
"The wedding I attended earlier today made me realize one thing: I wanted you there. In fact, I want you by my side for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?" He opened the case to reveal an astonishingly beautiful ring.
Tears were going to spill from your eyes if you spoke, but you broke through your nod to confirm anyway, "Yeah!" You couldn't even from the whole word 'Yes', but you what you said was enough for Bernard.
You placed your right hand on his cheek to pull him in for a kiss, which was only broken so the two of you could watch Bernard slide the ring onto your left ring finger. The two of you kissed again. "I love you," Bernard broke the kiss to say.
"I love you, too," you promised in the light of your twinkling Christmas tree.
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wildfloweronwheels · 2 years ago
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Taylor Swift debuting one of the most successful songs in her career - Anti-Hero onstage with Matty fucking Healy at a 1975 concert given the fandom folklore surrounding them and considering this is her first performance of anything from Midnights… 2023 is going to be a wild ride for us
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sunshineandlyrics · 7 months ago
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💙 Life as a Louie .. I love my Chaotic King!
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skywalker1dream · 7 months ago
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Title: Spin the Bottle
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Summary: Amidst a cozy gathering with friends, you reluctantly join a game of spin the bottle. To your surprise, the bottle lands on you and Carlos Sainz, setting off a chain of events that leads to an unexpected encounter. As tension builds in the confined space of a closet, you and Carlos share a moment of undeniable connection, culminating in a passionate kiss that leaves you reeling.
Warnings: This chapter contains scenes of mild tension and anticipation, as well as a brief moment of intimate interaction between characters.
Part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
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The dimly lit room was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as you and your friends gathered for a night of relaxation after a long week. The atmosphere was cozy, with soft music playing in the background and the comforting warmth of the fireplace casting a gentle glow across the room.
As the night progressed, someone suggested playing a game of spin the bottle. You hesitated at first, not particularly fond of the idea, but eventually gave in to the group's excitement. Little did you know, this decision would lead to an unexpected encounter.
You found yourself seated in a circle with your friends, a bottle and a spoon placed in the middle. The game began, and the bottle spun around, its neck pointing at different people with each rotation. Your heart raced as you watched it slow down, finally coming to a stop, its mouth directed straight at you and Carlos Sainz, who sat across from you.
Your breath caught in your throat as you met Carlos's mischievous gaze. His smirk sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but regret agreeing to play the game. But there was no turning back now.
"Dare," you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Daniel and Lando, who were sitting beside you, erupted into giggles, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Their laughter filled the room, adding to the already charged atmosphere.
"Seven minutes in heaven," lando suggested, the words slurring slightly from the alcohol they had consumed earlier in the evening.
Your cheeks flushed crimson at the suggestion, and you shot a pleading look at your friends, silently begging for a different dare. But it was too late. The decision had been made, and there was no escaping it now.
With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, you and Carlos rose from your seats, making your way to the closet that had been designated as the "heaven" for this particular game. The air crackled with tension as you stepped inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click, leaving you alone with Carlos in the darkness.
a nervous glance, unsure of what this unexpected turn would bring. With a mix of excitement and apprehension, you followed the unspoken rules of the game and found yourselves in the confined space of a closet, surrounded by whispers and muffled laughter from your friends outside.
silence settled heavily, tension mounting between you and Carlos. You could feel his eyes on you, intense and probing, as if daring you to make the first move. "Well, well, well," he finally broke the silence, his voice low yet filled with a playful edge. "Looks like luck is on our side tonight."
You managed a weak smile, your heart pounding in your chest. "Seems like it," you replied, your voice betraying the nerves you felt.
There was a charged pause, the air thick with anticipation, before Carlos spoke again, his tone lowering, more intimate. "You know, they say there's no time like the present," he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours.
You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words, a rush of heat spreading through your veins. "And what does that mean for us?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Carlos leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, "It means we have a choice to make."
Your heart raced at the implication, the tension between you almost palpable. "And what choice would that be?" you replied, your voice barely steady.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Carlos closed the gap between you, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours. "The choice to let this moment pass us by," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine, "or to make it unforgettable."
You felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you leaned in closer, your lips finally meeting his in a fiery, passionate kiss. In that moment, everything else faded away, the whispers of your friends, the confines of the closet, leaving only the two of you and the intoxicating chemistry that crackled between you, drawing you together like magnets.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, you were left reeling from the sheer intensity of the moment. It was an unexpected encounter that would turn in to something bigger..
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theminionjcfucked · 4 months ago
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Angela being the one to talk sense in to Tucker is peak Big Brother.
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sobeautifullyobsessed · 2 months ago
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Agatha All Along speculation ~
I'm wondering if upon reaching the end of the Witches Road, that thing which Agatha wants the most changes to allow for her new coven to be resurrected.
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pamet-u-glavuuu · 1 year ago
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I doubt Tom do anything to z interview's,more likely her co-stars will interview her for dune and challengers. Like be real people. I'm not sure we get anything public tz related in 2024,z will do her 2 press tours and both should back to work,if Tom will get roles ofc lol z for sure will film euphoria in second part on 2024
I heard the same thing for 2023 and look what we got...
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yourlovelyspace · 7 months ago
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So you can know that I'm thinking about you 💝
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totaldramadrawingsandstuff · 10 months ago
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Some art I did of one of my favourite fics (don’t judge me) called ‘Expect the unexpected’
The creator of said fic is Hashag_i
my drawing is of chapter 7, my personal favourite chapter
Please go and show their fic some support!
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justins-1-justan · 1 year ago
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sooo this is my first request for anything like this ever so im a bit nervous😭
but anyways could you pretty please do Cody and Bridgette hcs? (separate) you could do female or gender neutral reader i don’t mind^^
Have a lovely day! -🍌
EEEEK! YOU DID AMAZING 🍌ANON AND DON'T SWEAT IT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME GETTING A REQUEST!
Contents: reader was written with fem in mind however most HCs can be interpreted as G/N, Bridgette's is borderline one shots/drabbles meanwhile Cody's is more traditional HCs territory.
Bridgette!
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AQUARIUM DATES!!
Like you're both *that* couple at the aquarium having all the aesthetic moments with the fishies.
That's actually where the two of you met...
You rubbed the hand sanitizer into your skin as you began to approach the fiddler rays you've been dying to pet all day. The sun had already began setting as you finally approached the tank they were kept inside. With the directions of the worker, you cautiously stuck your hand in the chilly water in an attempt to pet the one in front of you when you feel someone's hand touch yours, you look up as you mutter an apology at the same time as the person whose hand you touched, only to trail off at the sight of by far the most pretty girl you've ever seen, the setting sun casting an almost halo around her blonde hair.
After that chance meeting, you both visit the local aquarium for dates frequently.
So much so that you've begun to help name the newborn fiddler rays, those being, Slater, Dirt, And Munch~Munch!
Aside from aquarium dates you also go to her surfing competition as her personal cheerleader!
"Woo! Go Bridgette!" You cheered as she lands a rodeo flip followed by a floater, sadly that floater was also followed by an almost equally epic wipe out. You quickly rushed closer to the shore, towel in hand, as she coughed up a bit of sea water. "Ugh.. I almost had it.." She groaned between coughs as you wrapped the towel around her. "Well, at least you looked cool!" You replied which caused her to giggle. "When I was actually on the board or when I got thrown off?" Bridgette questions with a small smile. You giggle in response not giving a real answer.
Hit you upside the head with her surfboard once on accident.
Was very sorry but still.
Call it cliche, but you both walk in hand in hand down the beach on the reg. Finding seashells and observing crabs.
"Bridgette look! This seashell matches your eyes!" You excitedly exclaim, pressing the green shell into her hand. "You think?" She asks, holding it up to cover one of her eyes. "Yeah! And it's still intact, a rare find for a rare girl!" You answer truthfully. Oh if you knew the way the morning sun reflected in your eyes at that moment, the way her heart nearly stopped beating, the way you never fail to make her breathless. You thought she was a rare girl but you are a step above rare to her, you were like the type of wave that only happens once a generation.
Her favorite thing about you? Probably the way you give her the same thrill as the first time she ever set foot on a surfboard.
The way your smile lights up your face like the sun reflects on the sand, you're the shore to her ocean.
Loves resting her head against your shoulder whenever she can, watching movies? Head on your shoulder. On the bus? Head on your shoulder.
song that describes your relationship: message in a bottle, by Taylor Swift.
Love language: if teaching you random stuff counts as acts of service and giving you the simultaneously weirdest yet nicest compliments counts as words of affirmation then those.
And finally miscellaneous hc of mine, she's her class valedictorian.
Cody
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One of the nicest guys you've ever met.
Like ever.
How you met? For whatever reason whether boredom or genuine interest you were watching a chess documentary at the movie theater and that's where you met him..
It was a February day, not long before valentines actually. You were walking into the movie theater, snacks and slushie in hand. The theater was fairly busy and you sat by a stranger. The promos hadn't even begun yet when he began talking to you. "Soo.. You've ever heard of Robert j. D'Amato?" The fated stranger asks you. You slowly blink at him. "..." "...." "Well I mean you are here to watch a documentary about him so-!" He anxiously blathered on, and at that moment, with this cute stranger sat beside you, you realized, you walked into the wrong theater. "Actually, I don't know anything about chess... Could you tell me about it?" You successfully secur the opportunity of having a cute boy explain what on earth a French defence is.
After the movie he not so smoothly asked for your number, which you happily gave.
I feel like he's really into retro video games, like 90s Zelda, gen 1 pokemon, and Sims 2.
Speaking of which! He is SO the type of dork to make him and his S/O in Sims to live happily ever after with a dog and everything.
Given how he has such severe allergies, I think he'd be super cautious with your allergies. Like if your allergic to a food, it suddenly vanished from his diet entirely.
Calls you every nickname in the book: babe, cupcake, darling, etc.
^ thinks he's so smooth with those but half the time is stumbling over his words.
You both start watching a movie but somehow always just wind up falling asleep on the couch for four hours.
Some wizard movie played in the background as your sleeping form breathed slowly. Cody's arm wrapped around your torso. His eyes slowly opened to see your face close to his own, the sun from the open window cascading across your face made you look ethereal. He breathed deeply and readjusted to hold you closer, closing his eyes and embracing the moment more.
Anyways be prepared to hear hours long rambles about Albert Einstein.
One time you went to Disneyland with him and he told you the exact physics of how the incredicoaster works.
^ Depending on the person you are you were either too freaked out to go on or made you more hyped.
You know how I mentioned it being February in the how you met section? Well he is actually a gold medalist in the art of valentines gifts. Like gives you all the stuffed animals, flowers, and chocolate.
Song that reminds me of your relationship: porcelain face, or yellow hearts.
Love language: all of them. In the wise words of Julie Chen "expect the unexpected" who would've thought that would apply to your boyfriend.
And final miscellaneous head cannon as a goodbye: he utmost definitely was a pillow pets kid.
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fumiliar · 2 months ago
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titles mislead me so much. like i read something and like it's such a fluffy title, like the cutest pair, then i see the tags and its like "p in v"..
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ineedadilf37 · 4 months ago
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"it is what it is" "expect the unexpected"
SHUT UP NOO PLEASE
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just-french-me-up · 5 months ago
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If a week ago you had told me Phillipe motherfuckin Katherine would be known WORLDWIDE as the confusing blue Dionysus/Papa Smurf guy from the Olympics
well I would have believed you but still, damn
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hotchnerobsessed · 2 years ago
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Expect The Unexpected - Part 1
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@kihli this one is for you ♥️
Sarah x Reid + Fem!Reader x Hotch | When your best friend meets a cute guy at the book store, you accompany her to one of his work get-togethers and his boss sparks your interest.
Warnings: 🤭 SO MUCH FLUFF!
Word Count: 8149
NEXT
Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist
I don’t usually write stories for Reid, so here’s a little explanation! This is meant to take place in the mid-seasons, approximately 6-8.
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It was a typical winter evening in November, the wind whipping up bursts of snow making it next to impossible to see 2 feet in front of you. “Why am I going out in this?” Sarah huffed to herself. She already knew the answer; as much as it meant trekking through the bitter cold, it beat sitting at home alone while you were away visiting family.
You two had moved to Virginia together a few short months earlier, feeling the pull to make a drastic change in your late 20’s and early 30’s. The beautiful hiking trails, the vast job opportunities, the historical value it held, and not to mention the fantastic local food, is what drew you to choose Washington to call home.
Visiting home was something you two always tried your best to do together, but things just hadn’t worked out that way this time. Between work schedules, and family plans, your holiday trips home would have to be made separately this year. You’d felt guilty for deviating from the norm, and leaving without her, but Sarah had been more than understanding, insisting you take the opportunity to travel home while you could.
Aimlessly wandering the aisles of her new favourite book store, Sarah found herself scanning the shelves under large letters that indicated HISTORICAL FICTION. Her fingertips trailed across the spines of the books, skimming the titles hoping something might catch her attention. As luck would have it, something would, but it wasn’t any specific arrangement of letters scrawled across paper.
Always the girl to be hyper-aware of her surroundings, the addition of another person to the previously empty aisle she was standing in caused her to glance over. She felt her breath catch in her chest as she took in the side profile of a young man standing only a few feet away. It only took him a matter of seconds to scan the shelves, pull a book out, and begin skimming the first page.
She hadn’t realized she’d been staring, unable to pull her gaze away from his boyish features. He quickly looked up at her, a soft smile creasing the corners of his mouth, before turning his attention back to the book in hand.
In an attempt to pretend like nothing had happened, and move past any potential awkwardness, Sarah simply reached for the last book her fingertips had made contact with and pulled it off the shelf. Tucking it under her arm momentarily, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and typed out a quick message before focusing back on the book.
A few hundred miles away, you felt your phone buzz on the couch next to you. Picking it up, you saw Sarah’s name on your screen, accompanied by a frantic message.
📲 Cute boy at the bookstore just smiled at me. It was probably just a courtesy smile (I promise I wasn’t staring), but I’d put my money on he felt a deep connection, and we’re going to get married one day.
Giggling softly, you shook your head lovingly as you typed out a response.
Back at the store, Sarah’s eyes trailed across the cover of the book she’d just picked up; War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. It was one she’d heard talked about, but had never found the time to read herself. Just as she was about to open the front cover and read the synopsis, she felt her phone buzz.
📲 I can hear the wedding bells from here! Ask him for a book recommendation 😉
Letting out a soft laugh, Sarah was about to type out a response of her own when she heard a soft voice beside her, “War and Peace is always the first book of Tolstoy’s to get recognition but I think the true artistry lies in The Prisoner of the Caucasus.”
Not even bothering to open the message and reply, she simply slid her phone back into her pocket as she glanced up at him. She was completely captivated by the warmth in his eyes and the cheeky smile on his face, and before she’d had a chance to respond, he was adding, “Did you know his real name is actually Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy?”
Shaking her head, she finally spoke, “oh! No, I didn’t. That’s kind of cool! I love fun facts like that.”
His face lit up; his head was full of fun facts.
As he continued to explain how the Russian author had settled on the name Leo and began his writing career, Sarah listened intently, taking it all in. She was utterly fascinated, not only by the wealth of knowledge, but by the excitement in his voice as he spoke. He was clearly passionate, and she understood that feeling of desperately wanting to share the things that brought her joy with the people closest to her.
“And what are you reading?” she inquired, motioning towards the book in his hands. As he turned the cover of the book slightly so she could see it, he was about to go into detail about the first 20 pages he’d already skimmed, but she cut his train of thought short, “WAIT. Have you already read THAT much?!” Her eyes were trained on how far into the book his finger was holding his place.
The blush that crept onto his face was clear as day, as he mumbled, “oh, yeah I uh, I can read 20,000 words per minute.”
Sarah’s mouth dropped open, “wow! That’s, umm, that’s really impressive!” He blushed yet again, that smile of his growing even wider, and her heart swelled at the breathtaking sight. “So are you some kind of genius, or what?” she asked playfully, a smile plastered across her face as well.
“Well,” he hesitated slightly, not from embarrassment, but from the nerves he felt welling in his chest any time he looked at her, “I do have an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory, so I’d say that’s an accurate assessment.”
Almost unable to contain the thrill she felt while talking to him, she just had to know his name. “I’m Sarah.” Her voice was quiet but firm, confidence rushing through her veins after the brief interaction.
“Spencer.” His voice was just as smooth and confident, even through the flustered smile on his face.
“Well Spencer, it’s nice to meet you.” The blush in her cheeks matched the one that consumed his at the sound of his name falling off her lips.
Logic told her she should be wary of him. The sad reality of meeting new people, especially men, was that their intentions were never clear. But with him, something just felt right. Like they’d known each other for ages. Like she could sit down with him and talk for hours on end. Like no harm could possibly come her way if he was around.
“Likewise.. Sarah..” He involuntarily hesitated when saying her name, his voice catching in his throat as fireworks lit up every corner of his mind.
She giggled softly, half from the butterflies that came to life in her stomach, and half from the flustered smile on his face.
It wasn’t long before she recalled the message from you, and the fact that he’d mentioned another book earlier. If only she’d actually been paying attention, instead of getting lost in his eyes. Now was her opportunity, and she couldn’t pass it up. “I’m sorry, but the, the other book,” she mumbled, “by Tolstoy, that you said you’d recommend over this one?” She lifted her hand, War and Peace still in her grasp.
“Oh! Yes!” He was clearly excited that she’d taken an interest in his opinion, and was eager to tell her more about it. Stepping closer to her, she couldn’t help but take note of the fact that he smelled amazing. And she couldn’t help but stare as his long fingers trailed across the spines of the books in front of her, the same way they had when he was picking out his own book. “Here!” With an excited smile, he pulled the book off the shelf and handed it to her.
Thanking him, she replaced the book she’d picked up earlier, and grasped the new one in her hands. Turning it over to the back, she skimming the synopsis. The story, based on the Russian author’s own experiences, was about two soldiers held prisoner by their enemy. Breathing deep, she looked up at him, “sounds intense.”
Spencer nodded, “it is. But the historical accuracy, based on the fact that Tolstoy was writing about his own trials and tribulations, makes it an intriguing read.”
She couldn’t get enough. Of his enthusiasm. Of his smile. Of his warmth. Now would be the natural time in a conversation with a stranger to thank them and bid each other farewell. But the thrill in her chest just wouldn’t allow her to move past it. With what she felt was bravery that could rival a gladiator preparing for battle, she spoke without a second thought, “I’d love to hear more about it, if you’d, maybe, want to join me for coffee?” She gazed over his shoulder in the direction of the small café in the front corner of the bookstore.
The true cause of the expression on his face was hard to read at first, as his mouth dropped open slightly and his eyebrows raised. She worried that she’d been a little too forward, and was trying to prepare herself for the conversation to come to an end.
Meanwhile, Spencer felt like his mind was short-circuiting, because it was so rare to find a person who didn’t try to stop his ramblings. Never mind a beautiful girl who enjoyed hearing him talk so much that she was voluntarily asking him to continue talking.
Just as Sarah was about to speak up, the slight shake in her head a dead giveaway that she was unsure of her request, Spencer broke the silence. “Would I ever! That would be great!” Glancing back up at him, the huge smile spread across his face was infectious, and soon they were walking side by side through the bookstore.
“So,” he inquired, “you didn’t have anywhere better to be on a Friday night?”
Giggling, she teased playfully, “I could ask you the same thing!”
Smiling bashfully, he glanced down at her, “you’ve got me there.”
Deciding he deserved a proper answer, she continued, “but no, not tonight. My best friend is back home visiting family for the holidays. The two of us love spending hours just wandering through bookstores, so I found my way here. I think it makes me feel a little closer to her.”
His warm smile tugged at her heart, “yeah, I get that. I don’t get to see my mom as often as I’d like to, so I’m always looking for things to keep her near me.”
The way his voice trembled slightly told her it was a touchy subject, so she simply nodded in understanding, not wanting to pry and ask for details. That was a conversation for another time, if there was ever going to be another time, and she hoped desperately that there would be.
After ordering their drinks, they made their way to the cozy seating area and chose a table for two. As they sat down across from each other, she couldn’t help but note the ease she felt with him. Any other day, talking to new people made her a little anxious, but there was an air of certainty around him that just made her feel safe.
She would come to find out later that he was thinking the exact same thing in that moment. Not one who usually put himself out there in social situations, there was just something about her, the warmth in her smile, and the comfort he felt in talking to her, that made him want to open up.
Diving straight into the book, he explained everything from Tolstoy’s childhood, to the history of the location where he was held hostage. Through it all she sat and listened intently, even chiming in every once in a while with her own tidbits of knowledge, and asking questions for him to expand on.
It didn’t take long for their conversation to shift to work and personal life. She found out that he worked for the FBI, in their Behavioural Analysis Unit, and that his title was Dr. Spencer Reid. Something about how official that sounded had her mind reeling. It also explained the comfort she felt around him; he made his living helping people, and protecting them from harm.
She filled him in on how it had only been a few months since you two had moved to the city, and how you hadn’t met many new people yet. His face lit up, “I don’t mean to be.. too forward.. but one of my coworkers is hosting a Thanksgiving get-together, and I think it’d be great if you would go. It’d be a good place to get to know more people. My team is amazing.”
Her initial excitement soon turned to hesitation for a couple reasons. She was unsure about meeting a large group of new people, in a new city, without you by her side. But she was grateful enough as it was that he had even asked, that she didn’t want to suggest bringing a plus one and overstepping his invite.
The delay in her response made it clear she was hesitant, and it didn’t take much for Spencer to figure out what the cause was. Speaking up once more, he extended the offer to you as well, “if your friend will be home by then, she’d be more than welcome to join, too!”
Her eyes smiled back at him, clearly surprised at how easily he’d been able to figure out exactly what she was thinking. “Profiler.. right.” she reminded herself; that was going to take some getting used to. “Okay!” She accepted the offer eagerly, “thank you so much, Spencer.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” he cooed, that blush spreading across his face yet again.
They sat there and talked for well over an hour, until the speakers throughout the bookstore informed them that it would be closing in a short 10 minutes. Looking back at each other, Sarah was the one to take the first step, “let me give you my number. You can give me more details about that supper.”
Nodding his head excitedly, Spencer pulled out a small notepad and pen from his bag, and slid them across the table. It wasn’t what she’d expected, but the giddy feeling that gripped her chest made her feel like she was on cloud nine. How could anyone be so pure, so innocent, so genuine?
Picking up the pen, she scrawled her name and number across one of the pages, before sliding it back to him. As he glanced down, Spencer smiled wide at the tiny heart she’d added beside her name.
Standing from the table, they slowly made their way to the front doors, as Spencer offered, “can I walk you to your vehicle?”
Laughing softly, she admitted, “oh no, I walked here.” The surprise on his face made her laugh, as he looked from her, out to the still blizzarding weather, then back at her again. “A little snow never hurt no one,” she teased.
Shaking his head, a soft smile finally pulled at his lips at her joke, but he insisted, “well, then let me give you a ride home? I’d feel much better knowing you got home safe.” Not one who typically drove either, rather he avoided it when he could, something inside him earlier had told him that he should drive tonight. He’d never been so thankful for this stormy weather in his life.
Her eyes locked with his, a thrill running through her as they simply gazed at each other for what felt like an eternity. “Okay,” she finally agreed, her voice soft.
“Okay,” he repeated, equally as flustered.
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That night, after Spencer had dropped Sarah off at home, you two had spent an hour or more on a video call discussing everything that had happened. The thrill in your chest knowing your best friend had not only met a cute guy, but things had easily clicked, had your mind racing; you couldn’t contain the joy you felt for her.
“Yes!!” she squealed excitedly, “I could hardly believe it myself!! But he wants me, US, to go!!”
“The second I get home we’re planning our outfits,” you admitted.
“Oh don’t you worry, I’ve already got ideas. SO many ideas. It’s going to be difficult to pick just one,” she joked.
You laughed, “why does that not surprise me?"
Time flew by, and before you knew it you were back home and at your apartment, wrapping Sarah in a big hug. “I missed you!”
She squeezed you even tighter, “I missed you, too!”
As you filled her in on your eventful thanksgiving with your family, you both dug through your closets in an attempt to piece together outfits to impress. Sarah wanted something to catch Spencer’s eye, draw him in even more than she already had. And you just wanted something that you felt comfortable in; no ulterior motives in mind, but simply wanting to feel good in your body.
The couple outfit choices Sarah’d had in mind weren’t quite working out the way she’d envisioned, so you chimed in with a suggestion of, “maybe we’ll have better luck at the mall?”
She smiled wide at that, and in a matter of minutes you were browsing the aisles of the various stores. Each of you had a few options thrown over your arms and were making your way towards the change rooms when Sarah saw it; it was a simple dress really, the spaghetti straps sewn into the shimmery silver material that glittered beautifully under the display lights. Typically you’d have thought that dress might be too formal for a thanksgiving dinner, but Spencer had informed Sarah that it was semi-formal attire, and the home it was being hosted at was “a mansion.”
“A mansion?!” You could remember being shocked by that detail of the invite. That’s what ultimately lead you both to the mall, rather than choosing something you already owned; nothing felt right for that setting.
“Ooo you definitely have to try that on!” you encouraged.
She didn’t need to be asked twice, flipping through to find her size and adding it to her pile. Too excited to wait, it was the first thing she tried on, and the second she stepped out of the change room, your jaw dropped to the floor. “YES. That’s the one!!”
“You think so?” You could tell she was a little uncertain, the dress was tighter than ones she typically wore, and barely reached her knees. She wasn’t sure if it was too much.
Nodding your head profusely, you repeated, “yes! Absolutely.” With your hands on either side of her arms, you stepped behind her to look at her in the mirror, “you look stunning! Spencer won’t know what hit him.”
That finally got a smile out of her, and she nodded her head in shy agreement. “Okay.. Now it’s your turn!”
You laughed softly before slipping into a change room of your own. You went through a couple different combinations of the things you’d picked out until you found the perfect set. “I think this might be it,” you stated, somewhat nervously, as you stepped out from behind the curtain.
Sarah’s face lit up as she took in the way the maroon bodysuit-style top, patterned with subtle lacy flowers, was complimented perfectly by the high-waisted black pants. “1000% YES. It’s totally you!!”
Turning slightly, you glanced in that same mirror and couldn’t help the pride you felt at how you looked. You’d never been the kind of girl who got excited dressing up and going out somewhere, but something about this felt different. You felt hopeful, like maybe if you put yourself out there, especially knowing you’d have your best friend by your side, things might finally start looking up.
“Besides,” she added cheekily, “Spencer can’t be the only cutie the FBI employs. Maybe stepping out of your comfort zone will catch the attention of one of his friends.” She nudged your arm slightly, causing heat to rise in your face, and hope to swell in your chest.
Making your way to the front of the store, new outfits in hand, you made your purchases and walked arm-in-arm back to your vehicle. The excitement both of you felt at getting all dolled up and going for a fancy dinner was overwhelming, and you both willed time to move faster.
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Before you knew it, the day had arrived. It was a brisk, but sunny day, and neither of you could contain your excitement. As luck would have it, you’d both had the opportunity to leave your jobs early, so you took full advantage of it, racing home to get ready.
After helping each other with the final touches on your outfits, assisting with the taming of a stray hair, or straightening out of eyeliner, or choosing between two sets of jewelry, you were finally ready to take on the evening. Glancing at yourselves in the mirror once more, you couldn’t help the smiles that creased your eyes, confidence rushing through your veins. You felt like no matter what, you could take on the world, as long as you had each other.
Pulling up in front of the address Spencer had sent to Sarah, both of your eyes grew wide, and as you looked at each other, laughter erupted inside the vehicle. You couldn’t believe just how gorgeous the house was.
“And suddenly I feel very under-dressed,” you teased, watching a couple walking hand-in-hand up to the front door, dressed to the nines.
“Hey, we look hot, okay?” she encouraged.
Nodding your head, you smiled, “you’re right.”
With that, you both hooked your arms in each others like you always did, and made your way up the front steps, and through the massive doors of the stunning home. You’d been told to just let yourself in, and as you stepped into the large entry way, you both looked around in awe, your arms dropping to your sides. Glancing at each other, you couldn’t hide the smiles that spread across your faces.
While you were busy taking in your breathtaking surroundings, you were completely oblivious to the fact that you’d caught the attention of a man in the next room. His dark hair was styled simply, pushed back from his face with a small amount of styling gel and his fingers. The button up shirt he’d tucked into his dress pants hugged his chest flawlessly, and the tie that hung around his neck pulled everything together.
Aaron hadn’t been invested in the conversation happening around him, as his eyes travelled across the room. That’s when you’d walked in, and immediately captivated him. The wonder and awe on your face brought a smile to his, and he couldn’t quite pull his eyes away from you. The way your hair fell across your shoulders, the way your shirt accentuated your curves, and the way your smile lit up the room.
He wanted to talk to you. He wanted to know your name. But he was unsure of how to approach you. He’d never seen you at any of these gatherings before, and he didn’t think he recognized your friend either. “Who is she? Where did she come from? Where has she been hiding all this time?” These questions plagued his mind; he needed to find a way to introduce himself.
He watched intently as Morgan made his way up to both of you. It didn’t take a profiler to see that he’d never met either of you before, but he was making his interest known. It wasn’t until Spencer made his way through the crowd towards you, his interest in your friend clear as day, that Aaron knew he’d found his way in.
Across the room, you and Sarah stood side by side, as a handsome man with a flashy smile walked up beside you. “Well hello ladies! I don’t think we’ve met. I know I would remember those beautiful faces.”
You were almost flattered, but you could both tell by the bravado in his voice, and the confidence in his words, that he’d probably used that exact line on other girls who’d arrived before you, and you were sure you wouldn’t be the last.
“I don’t think we have, no,” Sarah was the first to respond, reaching her hand out. “I’m Sarah.”
You extended your hand in greeting, “and I’m Y/N.”
Shaking both of your hands, he asked, “so what brings you here this evening?”
Before either of you could answer, Spencer appeared and Sarah’s eyes locked with his. “Sarah! I’m so glad you made it!” There was no ignoring the smile that spread like wildfire across her face at his greeting.
The excitement in his voice made your heart swell. Sarah had told you all about him, but actually seeing him in person, hearing how he spoke to her, and seeing the way he looked at her, solidified your approval of him.
Morgan snapped his head in Reid’s direction, eyes wide; of all the reasons he expected you two to be there, Spencer was nowhere near the top of that list. But it didn’t take long for the shock on his face to shift to one of pride. “Play on, player,” he teased, slapping his hand against Spencer’s shoulder. “Sarah, it’s been lovely meeting you.” He shook her hand once more. “And Y/N, maybe I’ll see you around later,” he added with a wink.
As Morgan stepped away, Spencer’s face was scrunched up with embarrassment, “I’m sorry about him.”
You both laughed, “he seems harmless,” Sarah admitted.
“That’s a level of confidence I wish I had,” you teased, causing both of them to laugh along with you. “You must be Spencer,” you turned your focus back to him, before adding cheekily, “Sarah has told me a lot about you.” Glancing over at her quickly, you noticed the slight blush in her cheeks.
You saw the way his eyes focused on her, a soft pink rising in his cheeks as well, before taking in the stunning dress she had on. He finally looked back up at you, “likewise, Y/N.”
You laughed at that, “only the good things I hope.”
Nodding his head enthusiastically, not quite picking up on your joke, he looked back and forth between you frantically, “oh yes! It’s all been good!”
Sarah’s smile grew, his boyish innocence made her feel all giddy inside. Laughing softly, she nudged you with her elbow, “she’s just teasing, you can ignore her.”
The relief on his face was evident, finally understanding it was your attempt at making a playful remark, and not purposefully trying to make things awkward.
“Well then,” Spencer spoke once more, reaching out his arm to Sarah, “let me show you two around, I’ll introduce you to the team.”
Graciously accepting his offer, Sarah tucked her arm under his. As they took a step forward, she turned her head back to look at you momentarily and you shared a knowing look; one that effortlessly conveyed her excitement, and in return showed her how impressed you were with his kind and gentle nature. Smiling at each other one last time, she finally turned her attention back to where he was leading her, and you followed close behind.
It wasn’t long before you’d seen the entire first floor of the house, and most importantly the kitchen, where rows of warming trays were set up, and would soon be filled with delicious catered food. You’d also been introduced to just about everyone on the team. Morgan said hello again, this time with Garcia glued to his side; you could tell she brought so much light to any room she was in. Rossi graciously welcomed you to his home, and Prentiss and JJ immediately made you feel at home in their BAU family.
“The only person I haven’t introduced you to yet is our Unit Chief, Hotch,” Spencer stated as he glanced around the large living room, “he’s got to be around here somewhere, he’s hard to miss.”
You and Sarah began glancing around the room as well, even though neither of you knew exactly who you were looking for. In your efforts, a tall man with dark features caught your eye. The way he smiled as he chatted with the person he was talking to made your breath catch in your chest; he was so handsome. Just as you were about to look away, he glanced over at you, and it was almost as if he knew you were there, as if he’d looked over specifically at you. A flustered smile graced your lips, but you were soon pulled from your daydream by Spencer’s voice, “there he is!”
When you looked back at the two of them, Spencer was completely unaware of the moment you’d just shared with the handsome stranger, but Sarah had seen it all play out. “That was some intense eye contact,” she whispered.
Raising your eyebrows at her in agreement, you both glanced up at Spencer who spoke regretfully, “he looks like he’s busy right now, maybe I can introduce you a bit a later.”
Sarah caught on before you did, so she asked her next question not-so-innocently, in an attempt to nudge you in the right direction. “Which one is he?”
Before Spencer could answer, she glanced from you, to the man you’d just been caught staring at, then back at you. Your eyes grew wide with realization, just as Spencer confirmed, “the tall one with the blue tie, and dark hair.”
“Noted,” was all you could muster.
This time, Spencer caught on to your flustered mannerisms. “Or we could go say hi right now, if you’d like.”
You shook your head in an attempt to brush it off, “oh no, no it’s okay. I’m sure we’ll run into him later.”
Spencer and Sarah glanced at each other knowingly, before agreeing to leave it alone, and for that you were thankful.
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As the evening went on, you mingled some more, meeting new people every few minutes in the large crowd. At one point in time, after the meal had been served and everyone had filled up on the phenomenal food, Sarah and Spencer had made their way to a quiet corner in the back of the house. You’d encouraged it, knowing she was there to get to know him better, and you weren’t about to stand in her way.
Thankfully, you’d bumped into a few now-familiar faces in your travels. Garcia had such a warmth about her, and you immediately felt yourself drawn towards her. She welcomed you with open arms and you found yourself spending most of the evening with her. At one point in time, she’d been talking to Morgan and JJ, when Morgan asked, “has anyone seen the boss man tonight? He’s got to be here somewhere.”
You waited, hoping someone who actually knew him would chime in, but no one did. Your voice was quiet as you spoke, “I.. I think Spencer said he’d seen him in the front room earlier.”
Everyone’s eyes were trained on you, and you immediately felt your face flush. You were sure you hadn’t said too much, after all it was Spencer who had pointed him out, and yet you still felt as if the gaze you’d shared with the handsome man earlier was written across your forehead.
Morgan spoke up again, “ohhh so you’ve met Mr. Large And In Charge have you?”
You were starting to get the sense that he loved saying things just to get a reaction out of people, and judging by the look on everyone’s faces, you were right. Apparently being new to the group didn't mean you were free and clear of his playful remarks.
“Derek..” JJ warned.
“What??” he feigned innocence, “you know he’s single, right?”
“Very subtle,” you thought to yourself, as a flustered laugh escaped, “and why are you telling me this?”
JJ stepped in again, elbowing Morgan in the side as she spoke, “no reason. Derek needs to learn to stop meddling in other people’s personal lives. Especially someone he's JUST met.”
You smiled at her in thanks. You weren’t overly bothered by his teasing, but it was a little awkward when you took into consideration the fact that you hardly knew these people. Not to mention the fact that you hadn’t even officially met him yet. But you decided not to let it bother you. If anything, it made you want to find him and get to know him even more.
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Meanwhile, in a quiet corner at the back of the house, Sarah and Spencer had found a spot where they could simply enjoy each other's company. As he'd lead her through the crowd, her arm still tucked under his, he slowly lowered his hand and she followed his lead. In a matter of seconds, their palms were pressed together, fingers intertwined effortlessly.
The seconds their hands connected, Spencer’s mind went blank. Quiet. Calm. The most at peace he’d felt in years. There were no more nagging anxieties. No more fears of being seen for who he truly was. No more worries about whether he was too much, and yet not enough at the same time.
Sarah felt it, too. She immediately knew she’d never feel alone again. She’d no longer have to worry about past what-ifs, because none of them mattered anymore. None of them would ever be able to hold a candle to the safety and security she felt with him.
But was it too soon to feel this way? If you’d asked either of them mere weeks earlier, they would have told you you were crazy. Love at first sight wasn’t real. That was a thing of fairytales and Hollywood movies. Yet here they were, both feeling as if they held the entire world in the palm of their hand, and not being afraid to take that leap.
Standing next to the patio windows, the brilliant moon shining through the sheer curtains, her hand never left his. With their fingers intertwined, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, “I’m glad you came tonight.”
Looking up into his kind eyes, a flustered smile pulled at the corner of her lips, as she admitted, “I’m glad you asked.”
Sharing a soft smile, unable to pull their eyes away from each other, time seemed to stand still. Knowing the evening would be coming to an end soon, Spencer knew he couldn’t just let her walk away; he couldn’t stand the thought of pushing his feelings down the way he usually did, risking another man sweeping her off her feet before he built up the nerves to. With his mind clear, he knew what he needed to do.
Gazing back at him, she wasn’t sure if she was afraid her emotions were written across her face too clearly, or if she was afraid it wouldn’t be clear enough. The fact that she felt such a deep pull towards him this soon was terrifying, but it was strangely refreshing. She felt like her mind and body were finally awake, after having hidden herself away from the world, in the bustle of moving to a new place and attempting to get settled.
Uncertain of whether anyone was watching, but uncaring if they were, Spencer slowly lifted his free hand to the side of her face. Gently brushing his knuckles against her cheek, he tucked her hair behind her ear, before gazing down at her parted lips. His eyes lingered momentarily, before he finally looked her in the eyes once again.
The slight nod of her head, combined with the fact that she’d moved her free hand to his waist, fingers grasping the soft material of his cardigan, was all the confirmation he needed. Slowly, patiently, he leaned down, anticipation building with every second that passed. With one final tug on his shirt, he finally connected his lips to hers, tender, and soft.
The first to deepen the kiss, Sarah let go of his hand, wrapping both of her arms around his waist and pulling him close. His hands both found their way to her cheeks, cradling her face gently, as he pressed his lips against hers with even more passion.
Spencer hardly recognized himself, how bold and confident he had been all evening, and now in this moment. She brought out the best in him, made him feel unafraid of being seen or judged; she made him feel alive.
Finally pulling away, not wanting to get too carried away to the point of being unable to stop, he exhaled deep, their lips only inches apart. He placed one more kiss against her lips, then one on the tip of her nose, and one last one against her forehead.
Sarah couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips. As their surroundings slowly faded back in, she gazed up at him through a bashful grin, wondering if anyone had witnessed their exchange, but ultimately being unfazed by the thought.
She spoke softly once more, “I’m really glad you asked..”
That caused a laugh to rumble in Spencer’s chest as well, as they gleefully pulled each other into their warm embrace, his chin resting flawlessly on top of her head.
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Across the house, you stood alone not far from the entryway. You’d excused yourself from the conversation earlier, although thankful to be included, you didn’t want to intrude on the bond they all had with each other. You’d made your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, your mouth was strangely dry after your nerves had got the better of you.
Glass in hand, you took small sips as you made your way towards the back of the house. Your eyes immediately recognized the sparkle of Sarah’s dress through the sea of people, and you couldn’t help but smile as you came to realize you’d caught the tail end of what was surely their first kiss. Your heart swelled as you saw him kiss her nose, then her forehead, before pulling her into his chest.
The joy you felt for your best friend left you with a strange mix of emotions swirling through your mind. You felt guilty for seeing their happiness and secretly yearning for your own. As you stood there alone, heart full of both happiness and longing, you were unaware of the man approaching you.
It was a strong, yet gentle voice that pulled you out of your daydream. “So you’re a friend of Spencer’s?”
Glancing up to the side, you were shocked to find the tall man with dark hair and blue tie standing next to you; the infamous Unit Chief of the FBI’s BAU. You’d needed a second to collect your thoughts, but you responded through a light laugh, “oh, uhm, well technically he invited me, but I don’t really know him that well. The invite was more for my friend.” You spoke as you motioned in their direction.
He nodded his head in understanding, “ahh I see. So how long have you two known each other?”
Smiling softly, you glanced from him back at Sarah and Reid deep in conversation. “It’s been, oh, 12 years now? But it feels like forever. She’s my person.”
A smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he followed your line of sight to where they stood. “It’s pretty clear Spencer sees something in her. She must be a great girl.”
Nodding your head proudly, your smile grew, “she is.” Turning your attention back to him, you inquired, “and him?”
A content sigh hugged Aaron's chest as he spoke, “he’s as genuine as they get. A little quirky, but it’s endearing.”
“I think we’re all a little quirky in our own way,” you added playfully.
Smiling down at you, his eyes scanned your face, and you couldn’t help the feeling that welled up inside you. That same eye contact you'd shared earlier was back, only this time you felt it in your bones, the proximity of your body to his making it hard to deny your attraction to him any longer. You could tell he was thinking the same thing, as his eyes lingered on yours a moment longer before he admitted, “you’ve got a point there.”
You couldn’t help the curiosity you felt towards him. The couple people you’d talked to said he was a great boss, but he was stern, and joked that he didn’t smile. You’d already seen him smile twice within a matter of minutes. Maybe these people just hadn’t taken the time to get to know him outside of work.
“So, Spencer said your name was.. Hotch?” you hesitated, unsure if you’d remembered correctly.
He laughed softly, “Hotchner, that’s my last name. But everyone just calls me Hotch.”
“Ahhh,” you sighed, “makes sense. No one ever calls you by your first name?!”
He could hear the surprise in your voice, but also detected the hint of curiosity in the way your pupils dilated as you asked the question. “Not often, no,” he laughed softly. “Let’s try this introduction again,” he spoke as he reached a hand out to you, “hi, I’m Aaron.”
A flustered grin spread across your face as you grasped his hand in yours. You felt electricity rush through your veins from the point of contact, as it coursed all the way through your body. His warm palm against yours, his fingers wrapped firmly around your hand, and his eyes trained on you, made you weak in the knees.
“Y/N..” you spoke softly, “it’s nice to meet you, Aaron.”
He couldn’t deny the thrill he felt at hearing his name fall off your lips. He was already so far in the deep end there was no use in even trying to swim back to safety. With his eyes locked on yours, he finally let go of your hand as he repeated, "Y/N.." his voice trailing off slightly, "well I hope my team has treated you well this evening."
A comforting feeling washed over you as you recalled the interactions you'd had. Yes, even the ones with Derek. "Everyone has been very welcoming."
"Good, that's good," he stumbled over his words slightly, and you could tell there was more he wanted to say, but he was holding himself back. He wanted to tell you that he thought you were stunning; effortlessly captivating. That he'd noticed you the second you walked through the door. That no one in the room compared to the beauty and grace you radiated.
Just as you were about to speak again, you were interrupted by the addition of two people to your conversation, “I see you’ve finally met Hotch!” Spencer’s voice rang in your ears.
Glancing over, you immediately made eye contact with Sarah, the smile on her face clear as day as she looked from you, up at him, then back at you. Biting your bottom lip to hide a smile of your own, you gave her a look of “not now..” and she rolled her eyes playfully.
The interaction between you wasn’t lost on the two men, as they both shared a knowing glance. That’s when you finally spoke up, “yeah, yes, I’ve officially met your whole team now.” You’d referenced the rest of the team in an attempt to not draw any more attention to the heat rushing through your veins.
“I can’t say the same quite yet,” Sarah added, reaching her hand out to Hotch, “I’m Sarah.”
Shaking her hand graciously, he nodded as he spoke through a smile, “pleasure to meet you.”
You all stood there and talked for what felt like an eternity, with the comfort of people who had known each other for years. You took note of how right it felt to be standing there, just the 4 of you, talking about life. It was all very natural, like fate had brought you together. Younger you would have laughed at such a preposterous thought, but you couldn’t ignore that the gut feeling you’d had in that store a week earlier, the one that told you to put yourself out there, had maybe been right.
As the conversation slowly died down, Sarah finally admitted, “I think we should maybe get going, don’t you think Y/N? I know you have to work early in the morning.”
Glancing at the clock on the wall that you’d been oblivious to until now, you were thankful Sarah had been paying attention. “You’re right, it is getting a bit late.”
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed that the evening was coming to an end; you’d truly enjoyed meeting new people in a city you were still growing into. You could only hope that this wasn’t the last time you would see everyone, and the way Spencer rested his hand on the small of Sarah’s back as you all made your way towards the door washed those worries away. This was only the beginning.
“Well thank you, Spencer, for inviting us to join you all tonight. We had a wonderful time.” Sarah glanced at you, and you nodded in agreement, before she looked back up at the boyish grin that creased his features.
“Thank you for coming! Both of you!” The excitement in his voice was clear as day.
Smiling at Spencer once more, you finally turned your attention back to Aaron, who had joined in the venture towards the front door. The way he looked at you told you that the connection you’d felt wasn’t one sided, and the thought made your stomach jump into your throat. You found yourself unable to speak, so he did first, “it was great meeting you.”
Your voice was shaky as you responded with a simple, “you too.”
Only a couple feet away, Spencer had both of Sarah’s hands held tight in his grasp, “you have my number. Please let me know when you get home safe.”
A soft, “I will,” was all she could muster.
With one final look shared between them, Spencer brought one of her hands up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss against her knuckles. You and Aaron, who had both caught the tender moment out of the corner of your eyes, smiled wide.
With your final goodbyes being shared, Spencer gave both of you a little wave, before you turned and pushed open one of the large doors, immediately linking your arms together. What neither of you had seen before the door closed, was the look that Spencer and Aaron shared; pride welling in Aaron’s chest at the confidence Spencer was finally showing, and Spencer smiling slyly at the sight of his strong, private, boss all flustered.
“Soooo..” you prompted, “how was the kiss?!”
Sarah blushed immediately, “oh my God, you saw that?!”
You laughed, “you were in the middle of a crowded room! Lots of people saw it.”
Bringing her hand up to cover her face, she let out a tiny shriek of excitement, “I might almost be embarrassed, except it was SO GOOD.”
Grasping her hand that was tucked around your arm, you squeezed it tight, “better than you imagined?”
Groaning dramatically, she admitted, “SO much better.”
You giggled along with her, the excitement you felt for her consuming your mind. “Good!! I’m so happy for you!!”
You’d reached your vehicle by now, and as you both climbed into your seats and you started the engine, Sarah turned to face you. She leaned on the center console eagerly, “and..” she teased, “you and Hotch?” a cheeky grin plastered across her face.
Heat rose in your cheeks as you thought back to the interaction. Swallowing around the tightness in your throat, you informed her, “Aaron..”
“WAIT. You got his first name?!” she squealed.
All you could do was nod, still unsure if you were ready to let yourself dive deep into this new crush.
“I told you,” she added, “the FBI was bound to have a cutie for you, too.”
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elislulii · 6 months ago
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Billy and Homelander thoughts
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Soo, I remember seeing a photo somewhere or a twitter post that said that Antony Starr or one of the directors mentioned that this season is the craziest yet and that Homelander is going to do something completely off in the next episode or next episodes...
Now idk if this is true.
But what could he possibly do? I mean, everything he does is pure batshit insanity.
But seriously, could Billy and Homelander end up making out, renting a hotel room, and getting dirty? 😭😭💀WHO KNOWS.
I don't even know what to expect from this show.
Any thoughts on what u think the "scene" will be?🤔🤞
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