#aaron: this is the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me

[reidology13]

Reader goes to the triathlon w Jack and everyone's like 'omg is this ur gf' and he's like nooo this is my babysitter but they're like doing heart eyes the whole time and she's being rly cute w Jack and the whole team is like shipping them xoxoxoxoxoxo

you really got a hold on me

Aaron Hotchner x fem babysitter!reader

cw: age gap, canon typical lack of boundaries??? fluff, fluff, and more fluff wc: 1.6k a/n: this is my first req, which is a little bit terrifying, I hope it lives up to your expectations! I moved the triathlon so Jack's still around 4/5 just bc my girl has been pining for years and I don't want to stretch that out too much <3

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You kept Jack close, hands on his shoulders to keep him from disappearing into the crowd, although you knew he would be unlikely to stray from your side either way. People had started crossing the finish line about half an hour ago, and your best guess was that Aaron would cross it any second now. You were correct, as it would happen, and a few minutes later he appeared in the stampede, sweat-covered and grinning as his eyes locked on yours.

“Jack, look!” You crouched down beside the boy, pointing in the direction of his father, jogging towards the finish line.

“Daddy!” He cheered, and you whooped as he crossed the line, starting to slow down as he made his way to the table with water and medals.

Once he had navigated a route out of the crowd, you walked with Jack over to him, waving to try and catch his attention again now that you were both in different places. He met your gaze, walking to you, breath heaving.

“Hey, bud.” He leant down to hug Jack, picking him up and swinging him around before placing him back down and turning to you.

“You did amazing.” You smiled up at him, almost in awe, and he did something completely unexpected, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you into him, “Get off me! You’re all gross and sweaty.”

“Never.” You didn’t put up a fight.

“Should we leave you two love bugs alone?” A familiar voice rang out, and he released you, allowing the blonde to enter your field of vision.

“Garcia.” He said slowly, that stern, stoic mask slipping into place over his handsome features, and you couldn’t help but ogle when he looked like that. There was something about it, the way it set into the sharp lines of his jaw, suiting his strong facial features so perfectly. 

“Sorry, sir.” She said, although you had a feeling she wasn’t apologetic in the slightest, mainly from the broad grin spread across her face that promised trouble.

And then the pack descended.

A wolf whistle, “Hello, gorgeous. You the lady our man’s been seeing?”

“Um, no, I’m not-” You tried to clear up the obvious miscommunication, fueled by Penelope’s meddling, but you were interrupted, this time by a female voice.

“If he ever hurts you, feel free to call me.” She winked, and you felt your cheeks grow warm, becoming more embarrassed by the second.

“No, we’re really not-” Apparently, Aaron’s entire team had a thing for not listening, no wonder he was so tired all the time.

“Way to go, Aaron, but isn’t she a little young?” You rolled your eyes at that.

“I’m standing right here, you know.” You looked up at him, silently begging him to get his team in line.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” They went silent, and you breathed out a sigh of relief, leaning into him as you realised he still had an arm around you.

“I’m Jack’s babysitter.” You introduced yourself to each of the group, besides Penelope. You wished JJ was there, but she’d had a baby roughly a week ago, marathons weren’t exactly her mood right now.

You decide that you liked Jordan and Spencer the most, because they had stayed quiet while the rest of the team teased you about your nonexistent relationship. Once everything quieted down, and the novelty of you had expired enough for them to turn their attention to food, you turned to Aaron. You realised that in all of the excitement—first of the race, then the team—that you hadn’t really gotten to speak to him.

“Hi.” You beamed, feeling awkward after the team’s fast paced attack of moments earlier, worse because part of you wished it was true. Scratch that, every single bone, muscle, ligament, every cell in your body, wished it was true.

“Hi.” He smiled back, and you were completely oblivious to how you were just standing there, staring at him and his stupidly handsome features, until a pointed cough broke through your daze. You weren’t sure you liked Spencer anymore. The rest of the team’s eyes shot to you immediately, and you knew you were never going to hear the end of it.

“Aaron, can we go? I don’t like these people.” You groaned, the second part mostly joining. Mostly.

“Anything for you. Jack, are you okay with celebrating at home?” He tugged the boy’s hand lightly to capture his attention, and Jack nodded, smiling as wide as ever, entirely unbothered by the change of plans.

“I’ll make your favourite.” You grinned up at him, “And we can buy ice cream on the way home.”

“Are you sure you’re not dating?” Emily piped up, and you glared at her, taking a step away from Aaron, as if to prove a point.

“I’m very sure.”

“She’s half my age, Prentiss.” 

“Okay, I’m not half your age, please, you make me sound like a baby.” You scoffed.

“No, of course you’re not, I just happen to be very old.” He rubbed your shoulder gently in a silent apology.

“You’re only thirty-eight, Aaron.”

“Aww, you even fight like a couple.”

“Please stop, he pays me to be here. I would rather not lose half my paycheck for fleeing right now.” Technically, he wasn’t paying you for this, the outing with Jack was completely voluntary, which had nothing to do with Aaron post-run. Absolutely nothing.

“Oh, so it’s a sugar daddy thing?” She smirked.

“It’s a babysitter thing.”

“Okay, let’s go.” He grabbed you by the arm, commandeering you away from the group, and you heard a few loud comments about manhandling, as well as the word ‘daddy’ thrown around fairly liberally. “I’m sorry about them, they’re incorrigible.” He murmured against your ear, giving your arm a squeeze.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mind it.” He looked like he was about to say something, but before he could, Jack piped up, calling your name, “Yeah, bud?”

“I wanna hold your hand, too.” You could have cried, standing right there in the parking lot, only a few feet from the car.

“Oh, of course.” You and Aaron rearranged Jack so that he stood in between you, each of you holding one of his hands.

“I’m hungry.”

“Me too, buddy.”

“It might take me a bit too long to cook…” You trailed off, swinging Jack’s arm, “There’s a great barbeque spot about ten minutes from here?”

“Sounds great, Jack, what do you think?”

“Yes.” He seemed very sure for someone you were pretty certain had no idea what a barbeque was. Aaron loved to use the grill when he had the chance, and yet no matter how many times the word was said, Jack would still be surprised at dinner. You figured he would pick it up in a year or two.

You reached the car, helping Jack into the child car seat in the back as Aaron slid into the driver’s seat, turning on the ignition. Once Jack was safely secured, you circled around the back of the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Do you know the directions? Aaron turned to look at you, fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

“I think so.” You nodded as he pulled out of the parking space, the way he turned his head to double check the space behind the car made the tendons pop out from under the skin of his neck.

You did your best to direct him, although you missed one or two turns, courtesy of Aaron’s side profile looking a little too good. It took about ten minutes longer than it should have to pull up in the parking lot of the restaurant, and the sheen of sweat that had covered his skin had dried by the time you walked in. You were seated in a booth next to a window, and Jack insisted on sitting on your lap until the food arrived. You helped him with his restaurant-branded colouring page, a drawing of a pig cooking sausages on a grill, which was rather grim to anyone over the age of eight.

After lunch, Aaron drove you back to your campus, parking outside your dorm building. You hopped out of the car, walking around to the other side to hug Jack goodbye, then turned to the driver’s door. Aaron rolled down the window, and you leant against the windowsill on your forearms to talk to him.

“Did lunch live up to your expectations?”

“I preferred the company.” 

“So, I guess I’m never getting to choose where we eat again…” You pouted, trying to distract yourself from the warmth that blossomed in your chest at his words, at how casually he could say something so disastrous. 

“Of course you can, it was wonderful.” But you were better. He reached out, one of his hands gently running down your upper arm as he spoke, and maybe that was why you did what you did next.

“Thank you for the ride,” You smiled at him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. You stood there, leaning into the car, and time seemed to slow in a moment where everything was perfect. You stepped back, and reality crashed over you like a wave, a lump in your throat as you stumbled away from him.

“Have a good day.” He waved, and you nodded, licking your lips nervously, tasting the salt of his skin on your lips.

“You too.” You waved back at him, walking backwards from the car, “And shower! You taste like sweat!” You called out, hands cupped to your face to project your voice as you got further away from him, choking on your words.

He shook his head, an amused grin gracing his face as he pulled the car away from the sidewalk. You stood there, like a love stricken schoolgirl who’d just had her first kiss during a game of spin the bottle. 

Life changing.

Inconsequential.

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tysm for reading!!

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[alinathinkstoomuch]

Filthier Flat-Pack Thoughts

18+ MDNI pairing: aaron hotchner x reader summary: your boss rejects you the first time but what happens when he's the one in charge? (part 2 of Filthy Flat-Pack Thoughts, but can be read as a standalone) warnings: baso porn w/o plot, hotch has a filthy mouth, reader and hotch both have a thing for mirrors... p in v sex, fingering, idk man i got carried away, enjoy xx (not proof read, dont come for me) word count: 5.6k ✧ masterlist

You had taken the coward’s way out when Monday came. But really, what else were you supposed to do after throwing yourself at your boss and getting let down?

So, instead of facing the consequences of your actions – or worse, facing him – you sent Hotch a text claiming you weren’t feeling well and asked if you could use your PTO for the day.

He didn’t respond. Not directly, at least. But just before the usual morning briefing, Garcia had texted you.

Feel better soon, sunshine!!!

Accompanied by enough emojis to make your head spin. Which meant he must have told them. Which meant that it was fine. And yet, the thought of him seeing your message, reading it, and choosing not to reply left a pit in your stomach that you weren’t ready to unpack.

You just needed one more day.

One more day to shake off the mortification, to stop replaying every humiliating second of Friday night in your head, to convince yourself that come Tuesday, you would walk into work and pretend none of it ever happened.

You didn’t want the day to go to waste so you tried to be productive, throwing yourself into the thing that would keep your hands and mind occupied - finally unpacking.

And you had mostly succeeded.

Most of your boxes were empty, your things finally finding a place in your new home, and after an embarrassing amount of time, you had even managed to put together your bedside table. But despite the distraction, despite the minor victory of assembling furniture without Hotch’s help, the second you sat down, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, it was still there.

That awful, gnawing awareness that sooner or later you were going to have to face him.

You decided that a hot shower might help wash away the lingering shame clinging to your skin. You turned the water up almost too hot, as you stood under the shower head, hands pressed against the cool tiles.

It was fine.

You just needed to stop overthinking it. Hotch wasn’t cruel. He had let you down gently. He had done the right thing. So why did your stomach still twist at the memory of it?

By the time you stepped out, your body felt warm, relaxed - your mind, less so. You pulled on one of your softer, more delicate chemises – a small indulgence in comfort you desperate needed. Then, with a sigh, you settled onto the couch, grabbing your phone and tapping through your contacts.

Garcia picked up on the second ring.

“Ah, my fallen soldier! How are we holding up?”

You groaned, shifting on the couch, tucking your legs beneath you. “I’m fine, Pen. Just taking a day to recover.”

“As you should, my dear. Self-care is critical after a weekend of… whatever happened that has you hiding away.”

You rolled your eyes, stretching out against the cushions. “Moving, Penelope. Moving has be hiding away. It is truly an exhausting process.”

Garcia hummed, evidently not convinced by your little white lie. “Well, boss man seems exhausted too. Or just very tense and broody. I can’t tell anymore, his scowls are all starting to blend together. Did he maybe pull a muscle helping you with your furniture or something?”

Your stomach dropped.

“Penelope -” you started, only to be cut off by a knock at your door.

You froze.

“Okay, who have you sent to my door this time?” you muttered, pushing yourself up from the sofa.

“Excuse me? I’ll have you know I’m not the mastermind behind all surprise visitors.”

You didn’t believe her for a second.

Still, you pulled on your robe, tugging it over your chemise as you made your way to the door. The fabric felt softer than usual, almost fragile, like it wasn’t quite enough of a barrier between you and what was waiting on the other side.

Balancing your phone between your ear and shoulder, you tied a loose knot at your waist, fingers fidgeting with the belt as Garcia sighed dramatically on the other end.

“Well? Who is it? Spill.”

Your hand hesitated over the lock, a second of hesitation turning into two, three, before you finally turned the knob and pulled the door open.

Your stomach plummeted.

Because there he was.

Aaron Hotchner.

Standing on your doorstep – again. Looking every bit like the man you had spent the last two days trying to avoid, trying to forget, trying not to replay in your head on a never-ending loop.

“Let me call you back, Garcia,” you murmured absentmindedly, already pulling the phone away from your ear, hanging up before she could even think to respond.

Because right now, the last thing you needed was an audience.

You barely registered the sound of the line disconnecting, too focused on the man standing in front of you. Hotch didn’t speak right away, didn’t explain why he was here, didn’t offer you anything to ease the knot forming in your stomach.

He just watched you, which was almost worse.

You had been bracing yourself for tomorrow, telling yourself that by then, the weight of everything would have settled just enough for you to fake your way through the awkwardness, to act like Friday night had never happened.

But here he was. Now. And the fragile plan you’d built to protect yourself had just gone up in flames.

“Can we sit?”

His voice was softer than you expected. Softer than you were ready for.

You pressed your lips together, shifting on your feet, your fingers tightening around the knot of your robe, grounding yourself in the feel of the fabric, something real to hold onto.

A moment passed before you finally stepped aside, nodding slightly.

"Yeah."

Your lips pressed together as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, your fingers tightening around the knot of your robe.

He moved toward the couch, and you should have followed.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you lingered near the doorway, arms crossing over your chest, putting space between you. An invisible barrier, as if it could protect you from whatever was about to come next Hotch noticed, of course he did. His gaze flicked over you, reading every tiny shift in your posture, every hesitation, every instinct to put distance between you.

And still, he didn’t push. Not until he settled on the couch, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Sit, angel."

It was the way he said it – so soft, so steady – that you almost weren’t sure you’d heard him right. You sighed, resigned to the fact that there was no avoiding this conversation and lowered yourself onto the couch, leaving enough space between you.

A brief pause stretched between you. He was studying you, assessing you, trying to read you. And you suddenly felt so exposed despite the layers of fabric now separating you from him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone feeling dangerously close to concern.

You let out a small, dry laugh, shaking your head. “You came all this way to ask me that?”

“Did you take today off because of what happened Friday?” he countered your question with another, leaning forward.

You expected the question, but hearing it out loud – acknowledging it – made you ache all over again. You dropped your gaze, fingers toying with the edge of your robe, avoiding his eyes like that somehow could make this easier. “I just… needed a day.”

Hotch nodded like he understood, like he had already known the answer before you even said it. His expression softened, and when he spoke again, it was even gentler than before.

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“You didn’t,” you said quickly, too quickly.

Hotch didn’t look convinced, your name falling from his lips.

“I mean it,” you continued, making yourself sound certain. Trying to convince yourself as much as him. “You were kind, Hotch. You let me down in the nicest way possible. I appreciate that.”

“But –”

“I just needed today to clear my head,” you cut him off. “To remind myself that you were right.”

His brows furrowed. “Right?”

You let out a quiet, humourless laugh, dropping your eyes to your lap again. "That Friday night wasn't... real," you murmured, more to yourself than him. "It was stress and exhaustion and maybe a little too much wine. I let it get the best of me. It was a mistake."

The silence that followed was too long. Your fingers curled into the fabric of your robe, waiting for him to agree, to tell you that yes, it was a mistake, that it shouldn’t have happened, that you were right.

“Is that what you think?”

You looked up, brows pinching in confusion. “I mean…” You faltered, searching his face but it gave nothing away. “It was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

Hotch let out a breath, his fingers pressing into his thigh. “It wouldn’t have been right,” he said finally.

Maybe that should have been enough of an answer, maybe you should have left it alone. But you didn’t. Because something about the way he said it, the way his voice dipped slightly, made your stomach tighten, made the words slip out before you could stop them.

“That’s not the same as saying you didn’t want it.”

The moment they left your lips, you wished you could take them back.

His jaw clenched, his muscle ticking once.

And just as you started to convince yourself you had imagined this whole exchange, just as you prepared to backpedal, to fill the silence with some half-hearted attempt at smoothing things over, the most beautifully damning words falling from this mouth -

“I did want it.”

The air left your lungs in a sharp, breathless rush and you felt the room tilt.

“Then…why –”

“Because you deserved better than that.”

His words were firm, absolute, wrapped in the same conviction he carried into every case, every impossible decision.

“Hotch –”

“You’d been drinking,” he continued. “You’d had a long week and I know how quickly having too many things lined up at once overwhelms you.”

That sentence alone was enough to unravel you because he really did know you. He knew how your mind worked, knew how pressure built inside you until it spilled over.

“And I would have spent the entire next day wondering if I’d just taken advantage of you.”

Your throat tightened at the quiet honesty in his words, at the careful way he measured them, as if he had thought about this. As if it had sat with him just as much as it had with you.

And fuck, you didn't know what to do with that.

“You wouldn’t have. I didn’t need to be drunk to know that I want –” you hesitated, “–wanted you.”

He looked up at you, like he was weighing every single word you’d just spoken, turning them over in his mind like pebbles, making sure he heard you right.

“And what do you want now?” he asked lowly.

He was giving you the choice. No leading words. No hidden meaning. Just a simple, open-ended question.

Your stomach twisted, nerves and something warmer curling in your chest, in your belly, in the space between your ribs.

"You," you admitted, barely above a breath. "I still want you."

He nodded slowly. “Then take me to your bedroom.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d even heard him right, but the look on his face told you that you had. A sharp pulse of awareness ran through you, so strong it made your fingers clench into the fabric of your robe. You weren't sure you'd even be stable on your feet after hearing those words from his mouth, but you were sure as hell going to try.

Before you could move, he stood first. Your eyes followed the movement, unable to look away as he shrugged off his jacket, the rustle of fabric filling the space between you. Then came the cufflinks – carefully removed, set aside-before he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the strong lines of his forearms, the flex of muscle, the way his veins shifted beneath his skin.

And then, he reached for you. His hand open, waiting. Your gaze flickered up to his, searching, but all you found was patience and certainty.

“Only if you’re sure.”

Your fingers tightened around his.

You were sure. So damn sure.

You rose to your feet, and the moment you did, his other hand moved to undo the knot of your robe. His fingers worked it loose, the tie slipping free with ease, his breath coming just a fraction heavier as the fabric parted, revealing the delicate, pale pink lace beneath.

His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as his eyes dragged over you, taking you in inch by inch, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to memorize every detail.

And then he nodded toward the hallway. “After you.”

You turned, leading him down the hall, toward the first door on the right.

The soft glow from your bedside lamp spilled into the room, casting warm shadows against the walls. You silently thanked your past self for leaving it on –it was just enough light to see him, to see this, without feeling too exposed.

Pushing the door open, you stepped inside, moving toward the end of the bed. You didn't speak, didn't need to. You just waited, for his next instructions, for his next move.

Hotch's eyes swept over the room, taking everything in. It was still bare, not yet lived in, not yet filled with you –a work in progress, much like the two of you.

But then his gaze snagged on something. The full length mirror that rested against the wall, directly opposite your bed. You saw the moment he noticed it—the slight shift in his stance, the way his lips twitched, like he was already picturing something.

And then he moved.

Came to stand behind you, his hands finding your shoulders, warm and sure, guiding you just slightly until you were perfectly centered in front of it.

“That’s a very pretty mirror.”

Your eyes tracked every movement through the reflection, mouth parting, but for once you had no words. Then his lips brushed against your hair, barely there, but the heat of it lingered, seeping into your skin, into your bones, branding itself in a way you knew you wouldn’t be able to shake.

“Did you put it there so you could watch while you touched yourself?”

A slow, molten heat curled through you, pooling deep in your belly, spreading down between your thighs. Your legs tensed on instinct, pressing together as his fingers traced over the bare skin of your arms, feather-light, teasing, making you ache.

“Hm, sweet angel?”

You nodded meekly, biting down on your lip to supress the moan threatening to escape – one he had earned with nothing more than words.

“Did you do it after I left?”

Your sharp inhale gave you away, your body betraying you before you could even think of forming a response. Your back arched into him, fingers twitching as he intertwined them with his own, lips grazing the slope of your shoulder.

The mirror didn’t lie. You looked ruined already and he had barely touched you.

“Come on,” he murmured. “Use that pretty mouth before I find something else to do with it.”

That didn’t sound like the worst idea in the world.

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed. “Aaron, please.”

A slow, satisfied hum rumbled against your back as his hands finally moved higher, fingers ghosting over your nipples.

“Did you start from here?”

You felt dizzy. So dizzy that if you weren’t leaning into him, if he wasn’t holding you up, you were sure you would’ve collapsed. His right hand drifted lower, tracing the outside of your thigh while his left gripped you tighter, his palm kneading into your flesh.

“Or did you start with your thighs?”

You could feel his smirk against you skin, could see it in his reflection – the way his dark eyes met yours in the mirror, the way his lips curled at the edges as his fingers edged higher, inching toward the heat between your legs.

The fabric of your slip bunched up in his fist, silk riding up your thighs, baring you to him, exposing your lace panties.

Hotch exhaled slowly, watching the way the delicate material clung to your body.

“Show me, pretty girl.” His fingers flexed against your thigh, his grip firmer now. “I want to see what I missed out on.”

You looked at him through the mirror, eyes wide, lips parted in a soft pout because he couldn’t possibly be asking you to do this. Could he?

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your thighs instinctively pressed together again, only to be met with his hand keeping them apart. A breathless sound escaped you, your body betraying you yet again, and his smirk deepened.

You knew what he wanted. And so, with shaky fingers, you moved your hand. His grip loosened slightly, giving you just enough space for your fingers to brush over the lace at the apex of your thighs.

“Atta girl.” His lips skimmed the curve of your jaw. “Show me. Show me how you thought of me.”

Your lashes fluttered, breath catching as your fingers dipped beneath the lace. Maybe it was a good thing it was your own touch and not his, because if he felt how wet you were, if he had proof of just how much you wanted him, it would only feed into his smugness.

And you weren’t sure you could survive that.

Hotch hummed in satisfaction, his right hand trailing up, covering yours, guiding it, controlling it as you started rubbing slow circles over your clit. His touch wasn’t hurried. Wasn’t forceful. It was intentional, like he wanted you to feel every second of this – feel what it was like to have his hand over yours, dictating the rhythm, deciding exactly how much pleasure you were allowed to take.

“Did you say my name?” he asked, voice rough. “Did you pretend it was me?”

Your lips parted, a desperate, needy noise slipping past them, your body trembling as he watched.

“Look at yourself.”

You forced your heavy eyes open, meeting your own reflection and you barely recognised yourself. Your body was trembling against his, your slip bunched at your waist, panties pushed aside, thighs twitching as you fought for air.

“What do you see, angel?”

Your breath hitched, your fingers faltering as his words wrapped around you, sinking deep into your stomach.

“I see a pretty girl who falls apart the second I tell her to.”

Your entire body shook. A fresh whimper broke free, your knees threatening to give out as his left hand tightened at your waist, keeping you upright, keeping you his.

“Please, Aaron –” Your voice was wrecked, desperate. “I don’t think I can keep going.”

His exhale was slow, like he was savouring the sound of you breaking. “Oh, sweetheart. Do you want me to take over?”

You nodded feverishly, too fast, your entire body screaming for relief. “P-please. I need you to.”

His grip on your wrist loosened enough for you to pull your hand away as he replaced it with his own. And then – God help you – his fingers moved.

A slow, deliberate drag through your slick folds, teasing, testing, until he found exactly what he was looking for. His touch was immediate and so much better than your own. A broken moan slipped past your lips, your head falling back onto his shoulder as your thighs quivered, struggling to hold yourself up.

“That’s it,” he whispered, voice rich with satisfaction, like he had known this would happen. “So much better when I do it for you, isn’t it?”

Your only response was a chocked sob, your hands grasping at his forearm, nails digging in, pleading.

You felt him smile against your skin. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

His pace quickened, precise and devastating, and you pressed into him – your body instinctively seeking more, needing all of him. And that’s when you felt it. The undeniable proof of what the sight of you like this had done to him. The thick, hard press of his arousal against the curve of your ass, straining against his slacks.

A fresh wave of heat rolled through you, a cry slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

Hotch groaned – actually groaned – his hips pressing forward, just enough to let you feel him.

“You feel that? That’s what you do to me, angel.”

Your breath hiccupped, tears burning at the corners of your eyes, your thighs clamping around his wrist, body trembling on the edge of something catastrophic.

“Aaron –”

“Be a good girl for me, hm? Come for me.”

And you did.

Your body tensed, your back arched, and then you shattered, a strangled sob escaping your lips as he worked you through it, whispering low, filthy praises into your ear, his grip never faltering.

Your body slumped against his, boneless, spent, your breathing uneven as you struggled to come back down. And when your hazy eyes flickered up to meet his in the mirror, the sight made your stomach flip all over again. 

“How was that, angel?”

He knew you would never be able to touch yourself again without thinking of this. Knew he had achieved exactly what he wanted.

“Really good,” you breathed, head lolling back against his shoulder, your body still trembling from the aftershocks.

His lips curled into a knowing smile before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Good, honey. But I’m going to need you to take everything off and get on all fours.”

Your stomach tensed.

Fuck.

He was trying to kill you.

His hands finally released you, giving you space to move, but not before he watched.

Waited.

Your fingers were unsteady as they found the hem of your slip, lifting it slowly, peeling away the last barrier between you. The silk slipped over your head, landing somewhere on the floor, followed by your underwear.

The air hit your bare skin, goosebumps trailing in its wake but it wasn’t the cold that made you shiver. It was him and the way he looked at you. You turned toward the bed, moving to crawl onto the mattress when his voice stopped you.

“Not the bed.”

You bit your lip as you turned back to face him, your pulse skittering in your throat. He was still fully dressed, still so composed when you were the exact opposite. His gaze dragged down your body at an achingly slow pace, taking his time, allowing himself to drink you in – every inch of you, every part he hadn’t gotten to see a few nights ago.

“The floor, angel. Right in front of the mirror.”

Your body burned as you complied, knees wobbling as you lowered yourself onto the floor. You positioned yourself exactly where he wanted, your palms pressing into the cool surface, your back arching slightly – offering yourself to him.

And the second you settled, the second you caught his gaze in the mirror you saw it. The way his eyes devoured you. The way his gaze landed between your thighs, locking onto your bare, glistening pussy, and the way his lips curled.

That bastard smirked.

Smirked at the mess between your legs, at what he had done to you.

You watched as he lowered himself behind you, his broad frame closing in, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you like a second skin. A sharp inhale tore through you as you felt the press of his thumb collecting the wetness from your folds, spreading it, claiming it.

And just as you started to adjust to the feeling, just as your body tried to catch up – his thumb was gone, replaced with his middle and ring finger, teasing at your entrance, then slowly, slowly pushing inside.

A sound left you, something between a gasp and a whimper, something utterly helpless, so desperate it made your skin burn.

He chuckled.

“You can use my fingers, honey. But you’re going to have to do the work.”

Your eyes snapped open, meeting his through the mirror.

He wasn’t kidding. His fingers stayed inside you, buried deep but he wasn’t moving them. Your walls clenched around him instinctively, desperate for friction, for more but he stayed still.

“Go on,” he said, his other hand pressing down on the small of your back, encouraging you. “Make yourself feel good.”

Your palms flattened against the hard surface beneath you, bracing yourself as you moved – tentative at first, a slow, testing roll of your hips as you slid down onto his fingers. The stretch had you sucking in a sharp breath, your lips parting around a whispered curse.

And he watched. His eyes never left you, locked onto your reflection in the mirror, tracking the way you rocked against his hands, the way your thighs trembled as you found your rhythm, the way you used him exactly the way he wanted you to.

But still it wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed all of him, buried deep inside you, stretching you open in ways his fingers never could. But he wasn’t offering that, so you took what you could get. You bucked your hips harder, forcing more friction, forcing the stretch, chasing what you knew only he could give you.

A sharp cry slipped from your lips. “Fuck, Aar –”

“I know, baby.” His fingers twitched inside you, pressing just enough to make you gasp, just enough to remind you he was still in control “I know.”

And then, just as quickly, they were gone.

A desperate whimper spilled from your lips at the sudden loss, your body clenching around nothing, the emptiness leaving a sharp pang of need that made your head spin. And yet, before panic could settle in, before you could beg for him, you heard it.

The click of his belt buckle.

Your head moved up to meet his eyes in the mirror just in time to see him work the leather through the loops before letting it drop to the floor with a thud. He never broke contact as he reached for the button of his slacks, undoing it before the soft sound of his zipper filled the room.

He took his time.

Watched you squirm, watched the way your thighs could do nothing but press together.

His slacks slipped down, bunching at his feet, and then, finally, his boxers. Your pulse pounded against your ribs as he exposed himself, the tip of his cock already slick with precum, showing you just how much he wanted this – wanted you.

Once his shirt was discarded, he lowered himself back down, hands finding your waist, fingers pressing into your skin with just the right amount of pressure to remind you who you belonged to. Your back arched, your body responding before your mind could catch up, offering yourself to him in every way you knew he wanted.

You felt the hard, warm press of his cock against the back of your thigh, the slickness of it smearing against your skin, though you weren’t sure if it was from him or from you.

It didn’t matter because the next thing he was doing was dragging himself against your aching, soaked pussy. A sharp gasp tore from your lips as the thick length of him slid through your folds just enough to have you clenching around nothing.

He did it again, slow and deliberate, letting you feel him, letting the weight of his cock glide through your wetness, coating himself in it, using your own arousal to make you squirm.

"Jesus," he exhaled, his grip on your hips tightening, fingertips pressing into your skin like he was barely holding on. "So fucking wet for me, angel. You need it that bad, huh?”

The desperation in your body was humiliating, but you didn’t care. Not when he was teasing you like this, not when the heat between your legs pulsed and throbbed with every slow glide of his cock, not when he was so close to giving you what you wanted but still holding back.

“So bad, please,” you begged, pushing back against him, arching your spine, doing anything to get him where you needed. Every inch of you was trembling, every muscle coiled tight, your body nothing but pure, raw need.

He hummed, rolling his hips just enough for his tip to nudge against your entrance.

“Okay, sweet girl, okay.” His voice was gentle as he gave in. “But I need you to watch.”

His hand trailed up your spine before threading into your hair, gripping just firmly enough to tilt your head up, forcing your eyes to meet his in the mirror.

“Take a deep breath for me.”

And just as you sucked in that breath, he thrust inside you, the sudden, overwhelming stretch stealing the air from your lungs. Your fingers dug into the floor, nails scraping against the hard surface as your body jolted forward from the sheer force of it. The sensation was too much, not enough, everything all at once. Your head spun, struggling to process the way he filled you, how impossibly deep he was, how your body clenched around him, trying to adjust, trying to take him.

A ragged curse tore from his lips, his grip on your waist tightening, fingers pressing so hard into your skin that you knew you’d feel it long after this moment had passed.

His pace was slow – tortuous if you had to use one word to describe it. You watched him in in the mirror, the way his head tipped back, brows furrowed in restraint, chest rising and falling as he bottomed out inside you, taking a second to breathe before pulling back, leaving just the tip inside—before slamming back in.

A wet, filthy sound filled the room, followed by a broken sob from your lips as your body struggled to keep up with the intensity of it. The way he moved, the way he owned every inch of you, the way he was ruining you.

You didn’t know what you were begging for when his name slipped past your lips, raw and desperate. You just knew you needed it. More of him. Deeper. Harder. Just more.

"You're gonna come for me," he growled, his breath hot against your skin. "Gonna make a mess all over my cock while I fuck you through it, yeah?"

You nodded mindlessly, over and over again. “Y-yeah. Y-Yes.”

His hand slipped between your thighs, finding you clit once more, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure, unravelling you inch by inch. Your body was already trembling, barely holding on, every muscle tensed.  

And he knew it. Of course, he knew it.

He could feel it, the way you clenched around him, the way your breath caught, the way you pushed back against him like you were chasing something you were already seconds away from losing yourself to.

“Fuck, baby, your gripping me so tight.”

Your body reacted to the words, your head dropping forward, your hands curling into fists against the floor as another wave of pleasure crashed through you.

"That's it, angel," he coaxed, his fingers moving faster, his thrusts hitting deeper. "Let me have it."

You came again, your body shuddering, incoherent mumbles falling from you lips as the orgasm swallowed you whole. But it still wasn’t enough for him. If anything, feeling you fall apart only spurred him on, made him rougher, hungrier, his grip bruising as he held you there, as he used your body to chase his own release.

His movements turned sloppy, his breath uneven, each thrust deep and desperate, dragging out his pleasure just a little longer. And then – his body tensed, his hands tightening on your hips as a sharp groan ripped from his throat, your name spilling from his lips as he buried himself inside you, coming hard, filling you completely.

His hips rocked into you a few more times, slower now, savouring every last second, his breath warm against your skin, ragged and uneven as he rode out the final waves of his release.

Then, his forehead dropped to your shoulder, his lips grazing your skin. “You okay?” he whispered.

You let out a breathless, satisfied hum. “More than okay.”

His hands slid to your hips and with careful movements, he rolled you onto your back, pulling out slowly before settling you against the floor. The loss of him sent a shiver through you, but you barely had time to dwell on it before his body hovered over yours.

You stretched beneath him, your fingers trailing up his arm, tracing the muscles still tensed from holding himself back. A lazy smirk tugged at your lips as you teased, "Who knew Aaron Hotchner had such a filthy mouth?"

“Consider it payback for not wearing a bra.”

You let out a laugh. “Well if that’s payback, I might just have to start wearing short skits with no underwear at the office.”

“Is that so?”

You grinned, stretching your arms above your head in an indulgent, satisfied way. “Mm-hm. I mean, if this is how you handle insubordination, I’d say I have a pretty strong case for pushing the dress code.”

His laugh was quiet, but it vibrated through you, something warm and rare and entirely for you. His weight shifted slightly as he reached for you, one hand trailing along your side, stopping just below your breast.

“Angel,” he murmured, dipping his head closer, brushing against your jaw before dragging down your neck. “You do that and it’ll be your last day in the office.”

“You’d fire me?”

He shook his head, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of your neck before soothing the spot with his tongue. “Never, honey. You just wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.”

dividers by cafekitsune

[ithebookhoarder]

Hello hi ! 🤗

Can you do a "bau reacts" when they are undercover in public and about to be found out so the reader just starts making out with them to pretend they are just a couple?

(BAU Headcanons) Making out Undercover

A/N: Mwahaha. Oh, this is a good prompt. Thanks for making me daydream all afternoon. Enjoy my lovelies 😉 Also, as a note, I'm writing the main BAU where I'm at watching it (season 13) plus Luke as he was requested previously 💕

Warnings: Mentions of threat, mentions of weapons, alcohol references, sexual references, implied cases / unsubs. (Let me know if I missed any)

Aaron Hotchner

We know Aaron doesn’t go undercover for most cases, so this would have to be a big case to get him into the field. 

This man would be in shock. Let’s be real. He would freeze in place and try to argue for a split second until he realises what you’re trying to do and why - even if you were already together. 

As soon as they’re gone though, you’d glance up and see his usual steely glare that tells you you’re in for a scolding once this is over. 

However, you’d have to be blind to miss the way he lingers for a moment, holding you close for half a second longer than necessary. 

“I feel I should remind you that we are in the field, and whilst it may have worked, I can’t endorse it as a tactic in future. Understood?” 

“So I’m hearing that we’re leaving this off of our case report then?” 

“Agreed. I don’t need to give Strauss anything else to use to go after us and the team.”

He would roll his eyes and take off after the Unsub, but you’d have to be blind to miss the way he smirks as he goes. 

David Rossi 

He’d be a little embarrassed but mostly quite smug about the whole thing, even if you were supposed to be undercover. 

“Well, I can safely say in all my years in this field I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before.” 

He’d also refuse to let you apologise for your actions afterwards either. 

One, because he’s kind of flattered. 

Two, because he’s been around the block a few times and knows that sometimes you have to do what it takes to solve a case or protect yourselves. 

Three, you were supposed to be a couple and kissing is what couples do. He’s only sour because if anything he would have liked to be the one who kissed you. 

“Relax about it, would you? I won’t tell you some of the things Gideon and I had to do back in the old days. That was before all this new paperwork and guidelines, so that’s all I’ll say on the matter.” 

You make a point of remembering to ask him about that at your next night off over drinks. 

Derek Morgan

Derek is always up for anything so I feel like he’d be pretty relaxed about being undercover with you, even if you weren't together romantically. He has no issue playing your pretend boyfriend for one night, and is quick to wrap his arm around you. 

Which is why it would be such a surprise to him when it’s you who initiated the kiss. 

Derek would freeze for like a second, but only out of shock. However, you know he wouldn’t fight you on it. 

The second his brain catches up to his body he would be kissing you back, doing everything in his power to match your energy and sell this kiss. 

If anything, you’re going to have to be the one to break away once the coast is clear and remind him you’re still technically in the field and that your team is probably wondering where the hell you are right now - and why you stopped responding to your comms. 

“I’m just saying, if we get to do that then we need to be partnered up more often.” 

“Yeah yeah, Morgan. Let’s just hope Penelope didn’t see that else we’ll never be hearing the end of it.” 

Emily Prentiss

She’s been undercover plenty of times in her life and spent a whole chunk of time actually fake-married to Doyle for an op, so she’d be the most comfortable and understanding if you grabbed her for a kiss - especially if you were meant to be a fake couple. 

She’d work it out pretty quickly and would respond in kind, pressing herself against you and running her hands all over you. 

“Quick thinking with the kiss,” she’d whisper as she brushed a kiss against your neck. 

She’d also know exactly where the Unsub is afterwards too, having kept watch in her peripheral vision. 

She wouldn’t even have to break eye contact with you before she informed you, “3 o’clock. He just left out the fire exit.” 

With that, she’d be off. 

She also probably wouldn’t even bring it up again until you’re both back on the jet. Then she’d be smirking at you across the top of her drink and chuckling to herself. 

“Normally I’d insist dinner first but given that we caught that bastard I think we’re even.” 

JJ

JJ knows about going undercover and it takes a lot to rattle her. She would probably go along with the action, even if she’d stay kind of stiff for a good minute or so. 

However, she’s a good agent and knows about maintaining a cover so quickly catches on when you pull her in. 

She’d return the kiss, shooting glances out the corner of her eye when she thinks it might be safe to check on their target. If it doesn’t look like they’re buying it, she’ll turn things up a notch and spin you around so that she could take control. 

“My gun is under my jacket. Reach for it slowly if he comes any closer,” she’d warn, but thankfully you don’t need it. Eventually they leave, distracted by something else, leaving you and JJ to recover.

After catching your breath, you both take off in the direction your target just left in. You can tell JJ is trying not to laugh about what just happened, choosing to make it funny rather than uncomfortable if you weren't together romantically.  

Which means you know she’d enjoy teasing you about it in front of the others, making your cheeks burn as she announces on the jet: “For the record, even though it was a ‘cover kiss’ it was pretty good. Just saying. Maybe you should give Morgan some tips. That way he might get a girl to call him back after a first date.” 

Luke Alvez

It doesn’t matter if he’s ex-army or whatever. Undercover is not really Luke’s thing and even then, he is more used to infiltrating gangs than playing house. 

Basically, he would be surprised by your actions, despite being undercover together. Like, I can see his eyebrows hitting his hairline so fast, bless him. He’d look like a deer in headlights. 

“Woah, sweetheart, slow your roll-“ 

“- Luke. Shut up and kiss me. Now.” 

“I - ok.” 

Just like that, he’d take control, turning and pressing you against the nearest wall in an attempt to shield you from whoever was watching. He’d also be such a gentleman about it if you weren't already together romantically, keeping his hands on your waist and pulling away the minute he’s sure the danger has passed. 

Even then, he’d wait a minute before letting the two of you move from your position, just in case they come back. He’s your partner and he’s returning the favour for you keeping him safe, even if in an unsuspected manner.

“You good?”

“Luke. Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I was the one who planted myself on you.” 

“Potato, po-tah-to. Are they still over there?”

“No. They just left out the back.”

“Then let’s go, partner. Let’s catch this freak.” 

Penelope Garcia 

If Penelope is in the field then you know she is already hella nervous and out of her element. It doesn’t matter if there was a reason she was needed for this particular assignment, she would just take that as added pressure not to let everyone down.

Which is why I’m sure you’d feel worse about planting one on her - even if it does also help distract her from worrying for a minute.  

All I can imagine is her giving her trademark squeal of confusion and surprise, even if you gave her a hasty warning - and apology - about what you were going to do.

She’d be stunned at what was happening and probably takes a minute to realise she should probably try and kiss you back, or at least look less visibly startled about it. 

“I feel I should point out how unfair it is that this is permitted as ‘suitable workplace behaviour’ as we’re undercover, yet my flirtatious texts with Agent Morgan are not? I will be writing a strongly worded email when we get back, telling HR they can go shove their-”

“Pen? Hey, focus here. Unsub still watching us.” 

“Oh, right. Sorry! Ahem… as you were?”  

Also, you know that like a day or so later, once it’s all over, she sends you an email informing you that your new username on the BAU system is now ‘smoochykins’ and she will not change it until it becomes not-funny for her… which will probably be never. After all, Morgan has been ‘Chocolate Thunder’ for the last two years and is still going strong.  

Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer has been undercover before and is usually quite calm about it, even if it is faking a date or maintaining a story. Still, despite having to do your jobs, you’d hate to make him uncomfortable, knowing how he feels about any kind of physical contact - especially if you're not together. 

As he says, with the amount of bacteria shared by shaking hands you’d be safer kissing … guess it was time to take it literally. 

He’d be blushing like a tomato as you grab his jacket lapels and pull him close. And honestly? it’s kind of adorable. As is the way he tries to kiss you back, even if he still takes a minute to remember how to even move his body. 

I’m just picturing the Lila kiss in season one and how he eased into that and how stunned / embarrassed he seemed afterwards. He would pretty much be like that, but with a fake smile on his face as he rambled in your ear. 

“What was that?”

“I was covering our asses. We’re undercover, remember? We’re supposed to be a couple and couples kiss. Also, I’d thought you know, genius, that kissing and displays of public affection make people extremely uncomfortable.”

“No kidding… Morgan can never find out about this.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. You got a deal, pretty boy. This is between us.” 

Masterlist

[nikkeora]

e-42!Miles Morales headcanons (fluff) ㅡ

Okay, so, I've seen a lot of people headcanon that Miles is going to buy you anything and everything you even look at

but while that's fine because they're headcanons, let me remind you the boy is 16. He's not gonna be walking into Gucci and buying everything off the displays like a webtoon.

That being said, if he has a little extra cash he'll most likely spend it on you.

I'm talking little meaningful things though. Flowers, books, little trinkets that reminded him of you and such,

if your hobby needs supplies, he'll discreetly scan your stock when he's over and get you a refill of whatever you're low on.

He also cherishes whatever you gift to him and refuses to throw anything from you away.

Like once, you got the both of you matching shoes. They've been his favorite pair ever since.

And also dates.

Dates are a little rare between the two of you ngl, because 1) New York is literally Gotham atp, and 2) being the Prowler takes up a lot of time.

so you mostly hang out at each other's places as a substitute.

But when you do go out, Miles will plan everything down to a T

because let's face it, he tries to act cool but boy is nervous

You're the first person that isn't family he's actually opened up to. He doesn't want you to have a single bad experience with him.

But even if your dates go sideways, either one or both of you always find a way to make it better :)

At the start of your relationship, he's not too big on PDA.

but as it progresses, he starts getting more comfortable about stuff like holding hands or chaste kisses in public.

Once he's completely sure of himself and the two of you, he's always touching you in some way;

linking pinkies, holding hands, hand/arm around your waist, etc.

Never, I repeat never in front of Uncle Aaron though.

It's not that he's embarrassed of you or anything, but his uncle will definitely tease the living hell out of him

Speaking of Uncle Aaron, he likes you.

The first time he heard about you was a week or two after he taught Miles the Shoulder Touch™

Keep in mind, this is before Miles's dad passed away and all that,

so the boy was awkward.

When he tried it out on you, you couldn't help laughing, just a tiny bit.

Then he made the mistake of telling his uncle, who made it so much worse

"Can you please stop laughing? I'm being serious!"

"I'm sorry man–"

"No you're not 😒"

Back to physical affection, Miles is a sucker for any that you give him.

hugs, cuddles, kisses, you name it.

He will literally melt into your arms.

He'll try to deny it at first but it isn't fooling anyone, so at one point he just gives up the tough guy act when it's just the two of you.

Forehead/top of the head kisses? PLEASE PLEASE P L E A S E

he needs some soft affection.

He is down bad.

You get back hugs. all the time. extra when he's sleepy.

he will literally penguin walk you everywhere.

A lot of times he'll put his head on your chest and hear your heartbeat to remind himself you're still there and his. Especially when 'work' was hard.

Speaking of, he also told you he's the Prowler.

Of course, he tried to delay it as much as he could, but once the two of you were absolutely stable he felt wrong keeping it a secret.

Especially when he had to bail on plans for some inpromptu work thing and couldn't give you a reason why.

You'd kinda put two and two together at that point, but it was nice to hear him actually tell you.

After Miles comes clean though, his protective tendancies will double.

He isn't controlling or smothering, but he has some strong feelings against you walking in the streets alone after dark and such.

And they only get stronger after he tells you what he does. If something happened to you because you knew, he'd never forgive himslelf.

So he takes precautions. Whenever he drops by your place after work, he always changes first so that no one sees the Prowler frequent some random apartment.

he'll never let you anywhere near his job. You don't need to watch all that nasty shit.

and so on, so forth.

He's also a big whiner. He will drag his words out to the ends of the earth if he has to.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa–"

"Miles, my paper's due in two days."

"Finish it tomorrow then. Necesito sostenerte, hermosa."

"...Fine."

Mrs. Morales also loves you. You're basically her daughter in law already.

Which is great!

Until she starts showing you the baby pictures.

"Miles had the cutest little face–"

"Má, please–"

She loves having you around and will let you stay the night whenever (as long as the door's cracked open).

You're invited to every single family event courtesy of Rio.

Miles will try to participate in anything you're interested in.

you like doing makeup? put some on him pls.

he'll also watch youtube tutorials to learn how to do it himself and do it for you.

which doesn't work too well the first few times, but now he's a natural!

his first time doing your eyeliner though:

"Miles, you've been at it for like 10 minutes. Let me see!"

"..."

"Is that– is that a wing?"

"..."

"🏃‍♂️🚶‍♂️"

"No, no, it's nice– it's so nice–"

Rio almost died laughing.

If you like to draw, he'll take you on grafitti dates !

But if you're nervous about that, then he'll just sit and draw with you or something.

don't look at his paper, he's drawing you and will be very flustered (he'll try to play it cool but blushing isn't rly something he can control)

so yea look at his paper

If you're part of a fandom, he'll study everything he can find on it so that he can understand what you're talking about.

He'll most likely like it too, and you guys could spend hours talking about it if you want.

but if he's not that into it, he'll just sit and listen contently to you talk about it with the stupidest smile on his face like :]

He has the softest spot for you even a blind person could see it.

He just loves you so much pls love him back

probably do a pt.2 soon

[thetarsier]

THE QUESTION

a/n: okay so i'm kinda sorta out of my reblog-only purgatory and i finally have some motivation to post on here again!! requests are now being accepted again and i'll try to get the motivation to write them!! i've missed u lot :)

Word Count: ~700

Warnings/notes: not proofread, hotch being happy?

<3: aaron hotchner x reader

“Are you breaking up with me?” 

You had to admit, you hadn’t wanted the question to arise so quickly and upfront, but there it was, floating in front of the two of you. 

It was a rather romantic location to be broken up with; a picnic in the park on a nice spring afternoon. But Aaron was nice and he wouldn’t break up with you over the phone, or at home where you would have to leave and then come back for your things awkwardly. Or worse: be overheard by Jack.

It took Aaron a few seconds to comprehend what you said, “W-What?”

Ah. He hadn't expected to be caught out so early. Well, you were nothing if not merciful - Aaron did not have to let you down slowly if you did it for him. You'd felt as though he'd been leading up to it for a while now.

He had gone out a few times and been cagey about where he was going, he was being secretive, jumping when you entered rooms and seemingly being very interested in how you were interacting with the other people in his life.

It's so nice how you are with Jack.

It was your fault, really. You inserted yourself into his life, jumped head-first and hoped that that was what Aaron had wanted, needed. It wasn't. You weren't.

You braced yourself.

“Usually, when the guy starts to act strange, the girl suspects cheating, but I know you wouldn’t cheat - or at least I hope I know that you wouldn’t cheat - so the only thing left is that you’re breaking up with me.”

“I’m not breaking up with you, honey.”

“You’re not breaking up with me?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Suddenly the idea of you stewing over your fictional breakup for even a few minutes was mortifyingly embarrassing. You wished you hadn't said anything at all, kept Aaron in the dark about your insecurity.

You looked up at the trees above you, trying to catch your breath.

“Though I should have guessed that you would have noticed something was going on, you’re a better profiler than I am,” He mumbled as he fished for something in his pocket. 

“Yeah, that’s why you’re the unit chief.” You rolled your eyes, giddy in your moment of relief that the best thing that had ever happened to you wasn’t changing. You didn’t even notice that he’d stopped looking for something until he went silent and you were forced to check on him. 

That’s when you saw the box. 

It wasn’t open yet, and you refused to overreact again before you were sure it wasn’t a promise ring, a necklace, or something else. But when Aaron opened the box to reveal the most engagement ring-looking engagement ring - a three-stone silver ring that was certainly too expensive to be a promise ring - you allowed yourself a small gasp. 

“Aaron-”

“I love you,” You didn’t mind the interruption when it came like that, “Jack loves you, you’re our family. I know that I’ve been acting strange recently, and that’s because I’ve been trying to keep this a secret when I’m so-” He paused to take in a breath, a grin spreading across his lips. “-So excited to put this ring on your finger. I almost just asked you to marry me last night.”

The confirmation that he was, in fact, asking you to marry him made tears form in your eyes, your heart overflowing with love but deeper. You couldn’t believe you’d thought he was breaking up with you. 

Aaron didn’t bother getting onto one knee - he’d done that before, and this time was different. He took a breath in, released it heavily, and then, with sparkling eyes:

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes!” You could barely get out the word before Aaron had closed the box and practically launched himself forward, catching your face in his hands and kissing you passionately.

Later, you would laugh with your friends about the question you'd asked, the question that had been plaguing your mind for days, and how it contrasted so wildly with the question that Aaron had asked, the question he'd been thinking about for months.

[thatfandomslut]

No Matter What

Regine George x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Trigger Warning: insecurity

Request:

Valentine's / Follower Celebration Request; Regina George w/ quote 51 and piece of chocolate 5. Or: “In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.” w/ arguing

Valentine's / Follower Celebration Requests are closed.

"So, what happened?" Cady asked as she passed (Y/n) the glass of water from her counter. What is usually the time that Cady takes to tutor (Y/n) has turned into a therapy session since (Y/n) and Regina are arguing. This was a very rare occasion as they typically settled things in private but Regina brought Karen and Gretchen into it, so (Y/n) has come to Cady. Hence why there was a math book and homework, that was twenty-five percent finished, scattered on the table.

(Y/n) accepted the water gratefully, sighing as she wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks. "I told her I felt uncomfortable with her relationship with Shane Omen. I never said they couldn't be friends. I wouldn't ever tell anyone who to be friends with or they couldn't be friends with. However, she does that for me all the time. That's why I felt like I had the right to at least let her know that the way she was still friends with her ex-boyfriend, the boy she cheated on Aaron with, makes me uncomfortable. Maybe I'm just insecure, but them having a relationship worries me." (Y/n) explained, hoping she didn't sound bitter.

There was a hum that escaped Cady as she listened, nodding carefully. (Y/n) She could see that she was thinking, which made her dread that maybe she had no one on her side. "I understand your worries. I wouldn't feel comfortable either. I think it's actually very healthy to establish boundaries. I also don't think it's fair that Regina has made you unfriend people and then get mad when you express your discomfort with her and Shane." Cady sat beside her, putting a comforting hand on her arm. (Y/n) felt validated by Cady's words, happy to finally have someone who sees the disagreement from her point of view.

"I feel like it wouldn't matter if she didn't cheat on someone else with him. I don't care that she's friends with Aaron or her other exes. It's just Shane." (Y/n) told Cady, leaning back in her seat. She felt a bit embarrassed by how insecure she was, but she knew Cady wasn't judging her. "I just sometimes don't even feel good enough for Regina. Then, I find out she's hanging out with Shane Omen. What am I supposed to think? I know it's bad for me. I'm supposed to trust her. I do trust her. I'm just being insecure. I just really love her."

Cady rubbed her back softly. She understood what (Y/n) was saying. Oftentimes, she felt insecure around the girls herself. But, she knew it was a different level since she was in an actual relationship with Regina. "In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you. I honestly feel like that is the love that you and Regina have. Maybe, you two just need to sit down, and maybe you can try to be vulnerable with her like you were with me." She offered softly.

She was right, too. (Y/n) and Regina did share a love that would overcome this. (Y/n) did love Regina despite all of her moods. She loved her in the morning when her hair was messy, she loved her in the afternoon when she was at lunch looking her most confident. "You're right," (Y/n) said softly, looking at her homework. "But first, I really do need help with my homework." They shared a small fit of laughter before Cady helped her finish her work.

After tutoring, she headed to Regina, wondering what she was going to say. Admittedly, (Y/n) felt a bit nervous. She wasn't the best at confrontation. That's why she sat in her car for ten minutes. Eventually, she pried herself from the driver's seat and made her way to Regina's front door. Before (Y/n) could knock or ring the doorbell, Regina opened the door with flushed cheeks. She stared at (Y/n) for a moment before running a manicured hand through her blonde hair. "I saw you sitting in your car for a while." She confessed, looking away a bit.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them, but there was no tension. It was just a thick heaviness of nervousness in the air. "I'm sorry," the two of them said in sync before laughing softly, a bit of awkwardness lifting off their shoulders. It was nice to see their anger over their last argument has finally worn off. (Y/n) always hated when Regina was angry, and Regina always tried to make sure (Y/n) was never angry. They worked together like that, always trying to protect each other's feelings while communicating and telling the truth. Sometimes, it led to little arguments, but the Shane Omen one was one of their bigger blow-ups.

Regina led her into the house, all the way to her room. "I want you to know that I cut off Shane. I realized that you had every right to feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry for invalidating your feelings the way that I did. I hope that you'll be able to forgive me." Regina said with a soft smile. (Y/n) only saw that smile when Regina was feeling vulnerable with her. Unlike (Y/n), Regina wasn't someone who wore her heart on her sleeve. So, when she apologizes, it means she took a lot of time out of her day to consider the things that have happened.

(Y/n) sighed, noticing that Regina's hand was taken into hers still. She laced their fingers together as she got the words sorted in her mind. "I'm sorry, too. I realized that I was just jealous and insecure. I trust you, and I should've made that clear. Instead, I let my fear control me." She explained, feeling tears brim in her eyes as she began to feel embarrassed again. She grew even more embarrassed when the tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Regina wiped the tears away softly, kissing (Y/n) gently on the lips. "(Y/n), I love you. No matter what I love you. I love so much it's crazy. You were valid to feel everything that you felt. The truth is, I should've cut him off a long time ago. None of this was fair to you." She said carefully, pulling away, but letting her hands stay to rub away any stray tear that continued to cascade down her girlfriend's cheeks.

There was a soft smile that pulled at the corners of (Y/n)'s lips as she sniffed. "I love you, too, Regina. No matter what." She said softly, moving in to kiss Regina once more.

[you-call-it-a-dude]

I Love You, It's Ruining My Life

Pairings: Regina George x Female Reader (technically, kinda?), Regina George x Aaron Samuels (for the plot), female reader x random female character (for the plot also)

Summary: You and your wife move into your dream house. Unexpectedly, your new neighbor just happens to be your ex (P.S: your wife doesn't know she's your ex)

Warnings: idk? Aaron Samuels? lol. Pregnancy. tension? Probably things considered infidelity

Author's Note: besties, I'm not quite sure what this one is lol. Was just an idea swirling around my brain that I felt I needed to write. I know everyone wants another Call It What You Want chapter. I am def working on it. I just feel stuck and feel like writing other things will get me back into it. I do not plan to write a part two for this one BUT idk if yall decide you want to cheat on your wife I might consider another chapter lol but if the consensus is to stay faithful imma stick with one lol.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading. Also, happy pride monthhhhh ily

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"Hi there, neighbor!"

You look up to see the source of the voice. A man around your age most likely. He was leaning over the fence, his eyes squinting from the sun.

You stood up from where you were planting flowers, pulling off your gardening gloves and tossing them to the ground.

"Hello!" You approached him at your fence, extending your hand out to shake his hand. "I'm Y/F/N Y/L/N. My wife and I moved in a few weeks ago. Someone down the street said you and your wife were taking a vacation. We were wondering when you would turn up." You say with a smile, resting your hand on the fence.

"Aaron Samuels." He smiles. "Yeah, I try to take a few trips throughout the year. Keeps my wife from getting too, well, you know. ." He jokes, but the way he rolled his eyes made the comment seem very...icky.

"Oh, totally. Staying in one place and working all the time is exhausting. I hope you both had a great trip." You say politely.

"Yeah, well..." he looks down and shakes his head. "Planting some flowers for the summer?" He asks, nodding to trays of various flowers lying around the immediate area.

"Trying to." You scratch your head. "It's our first time owning a house and doing this type of thing. We are definitely winging it." You use your head to point in the general direction of your wife. She was watering flowers on the other end of the yard with her back to you and her hand on her hip, her ear buds in her ear.

Alice was short with long blonde hair. She had a round face and a laugh like nothing you've ever heard of and you mean that in the best way possible. She is an extrovert, always knows what to say to who or how to get a conversation going.

Introductions weren't the most important thing right now; letting her enjoy gardening in her first owned home took precedence in your book, so you left her be.

You were certain she would strike up a conversation with him at some point in the near future anyway.

"Well, I've got quite the green thumb." He admits with an awkward laugh and you can tell by his face he regretted his wording. "I enjoy to garden." He says more seriously as if he was correcting his previous statement that you didn't even find embarrassing. Just...silly. In a nice way though.

"Well, if you consider yourself some sort of an expert, I'll take any information you know about growing vegetables." He lights up when you ask him for advice.

"I've got a really great soil that I use. I have so many bags of it. I'll run to my shed and grab them for you. I've already used what I needed and bought way too much." He explains with a small laugh.

"Aaron!"

Before you could respond, a voice from inside called to him, tapping on a window but the sun in your face made you unable to pinpoint where.

"Duty calls." He says unpleasantly and you scrunch your nose up at him when he turns around because you didn't like that response. "Next time I catch you out here, I'm bringing that dirt over!" He turns to point at you while walking backwards.

"Thanks so much! I appreciate it." You awkwardly give him a thumbs up and when he turns around to run inside, you scratch your eyebrow with your thumb. Overall you were just unsure how you felt about that interaction.

You turn around and decide to go bother your wife. She still has her headphones in, obviously still unaware of what happened around her.

You wrap your arms around her waist and she startles, the hose jumping with her and spraying the side of the house. You laugh and pull one of her ear buds out and kiss her ear.

"Hello, my gorgeous wife." You compliment and she leans into you, continuing to water the grass.

"Hi, my gorgeous wife." She repeats back. "How's it going over there?"

"Good. I met our neighbor. Or well the husband. Aaron."

"I met the wife earlier today when I was coming back from Home Depot. She was out running. While pregnant if I may also draw attention to because that's just insane to me. Anyway, I introduced myself. She was really nice." She says with a shrug.

"No name?" You tease, trying to see if you caught wife's social skills lacking.

"Do you even know me?" She looks up at you fake offended, a smile teasing her lips. "Her name is Gina." She says proudly.

"I'm not too sure how I feel about Aaron. He was nice, I guess. I don't know." You say, not really sure how to describe the icky feeling he gave off when he was perfectly pleasant.

"I think we should invite them over. Be nice, friendly neighbors. I want to be friends with our neighbors." She looks up at you with a small pout and you would never dream of doing anything that would make that pout stay.

"Sure, baby. Anything you want." You smile, kissing her cheek. "I'm gonna run inside and get us some water. I'll be back."

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The following Wednesday, Alice tasked you with going over to your neighbor's house to see if they would come to dinner at your house this weekend.

Although Alice would have loved, and you would have preferred it, to be the one to invite them, she works until 7pm most week days and she was strategic with wanting to give them just enough notice to either accept or decline. So, since you are usually home by 5pm most nights, you walked over there with her little list of questions and a pen in case they said yes.

You hated approaching people like this. You were definitely less social than your wife.

You rang the doorbell and waited patiently for a moment. You shrugged after a long pause and began to turn away, but you heard the door open behind you."

"Can I help you?"

You paused for a moment, your feet scuffing against the cement and the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You swallowed before turning around.

She was the last person you ever thought you would see again and here she is in front of you.

You hated that the first thought in your head was that she looked beautiful. Your eyes darted to her small pregnant belly and you could feel a pang of jealousy, a knot in your stomach.

She looked just as surprised to see you. Her eyes widened as she took a step back, her hand falling to her stomach, almost as if she was embarrassed you caught her this way.

Regina George. Your toxic relationship/situationship that lasted probably around five years on and off until you couldn't do it anymore. Things officially ended between the two of you about four years ago.

You couldn't take the arguing, the lies, the cheating, the blatant denial of your relationship and her sexuality.

You weren't a priority to her. You were someone she went to after her boyfriends couldn't satisfy her. You were someone she called when she was drunk so she could confess how in love she was with you because she just couldn't bring herself to say it and mean it when she was sober.

The last time you saw her was a big argument between the two of you. She had come over to your place after a date with some guy. She called him a boring loser, said he was nothing compared to you and then pushed you against the wall and kissed you hard.

You had asked her 'if he was nothing compared to me, why am I not good enough then?" You remember the question vividly because you thought about the wording while she kissed you. Her tongue thrusting into your mouth and she pulled away to look at you confused before you asked it because you weren't returning her kiss with the same amount of eagerness she was used to.

Her face softened for the briefest moment before she narrowed her eyes at you, listing off all of the reasons why you weren't good enough. She had a smile on her face afterwards, like she was challenging you to do or say something because you hadn't defended yourself in the past so she certainly wasn't expecting it to happen then either.

When she leaned in to kiss you again you dodged it, telling her to leave and that you were done.

You had never seen her look so...devastated. Her face dropped and she apologized repeatedly. She held your face in her hands while she peppered kisses across your face, but you were done. You felt disgusted with yourself, disgusted with her.

The both of you cried and argued for another two hours before she finally relented and left.

Twenty minutes after she was gone, your doubts crept in and you went to call her. To tell her to come back. That you were willing to degrade yourself to the point where you would be her secret side piece if it meant you had anything with her.

Except by the time you went to call her, she had already blocked your number. Blocked you on everything, actually.

And now you were standing at her doorstep, both of you looking like you've seen a fucking ghost.

"Hi." You finally speak after a few seconds, clearing your throat. Your eyes dart to Aaron sitting in the dining room behind her. "My wife wanted to know if you and Aaron would be available this Saturday for dinner at our house." You look anywhere but her, keeping the conversation strictly neighborly.

"I, we-" she starts, but Aaron realized you were here and stood up from where he was posted up.

"Is that our neighbor?!" He says in a tone of voice that just screams 'white dad'. "What brings you by?" He reaches out to shake your hand again and Regina just rolls her eyes.

"My wife wanted me to invite you two for dinner. This Saturday if you're available." You say, yours eyes squinting slightly from the sun setting behind their house.

"Yeah! We will definitely be free for that." Aaron agrees and Regina just nods.

"Great! I have a list of questions I was instructed to ask now." You chuckle lightly and pull the list and pen from your pocket. You look up and see Regina crack a small smile and it makes you fumble the pen when you try to take the cap off. "Okay, any allergies?"

"No allergies." Regina says and hearing her voice again makes your heart race.

"Is chicken fine?" You read the next question off the list, squinting at the little note Alice left. "She is hesitant to do steak because she doesn't want to have to serve-" you pause briefly. "to serve Gina a well done steak."

Calling her Gina felt weird. So fucking weird. She used to tell you she hated it when people called her that.

"Chicken is good." She says, but Aaron sucks his teeth in a silent annoyance. "Or not."

"No we can do chicken." He says, his tone of voice very different than before and you almost feel like you're intruding.

"I'm sure Alice will be happy to make you a steak, Aaron." You smile, trying to diffuse this added layer of awkwardness to an already awkward situation.

But he was also kind of pissing you off, too.

"I don't know why you have to make things so fucking complicated." Regina starts.

"It's okay, really." You look at her and say calmly, swallowing the urge to reach out and touch her. She stares at you for a moment and nods. You look down to your question sheet quickly, not wanting to stare at her too long. "What do you like to drink? We will get whatever you want. Juice, beer, sparkling water. Literally anything."

"Oooh," Aaron rubs his hands together "can I have Bud Light?"

"Mhmm!" You nod. "And you, R-Gina." You correct yourself quickly, shaking your head.

"I'm okay with water, thank you though. Can we bring anything? A side? Dessert? I don't want to show up empty handed."

"I will have to run that one by Alice." You smile politely, knowing damn well the little paper she handed you explicitly says not to let them bring anything.

"I can just ask her myself." Regina says confidently, taking the sheet of paper and pen from your hand. Your hands touched when she snatched the pen from you and you can feel yourself holding your breath. She flips the paper over and writes her number on the back before handing it back to you. "Just have her call me tonight or tomorrow whenever she gets a chance." She gives you a small smile.

You take the paper and nod, looking down to see her number hasn't changed. You folded the paper and shoved it into your pocket, repeating her phone number in her head just to prove to yourself that you still could.

"Cool, I will have her do that." You say awkwardly, feeling stupid for even going over there because Alice is still gonna end up being the one to coordinate things with Regina, sorry Gina, anyway. "Have a goodnight."

You give them an awkward wave and when you turn around to walk through the path in their front yard, you can hear them begin to bicker behind you.

Alice gets home around 7:30pm that night. She wraps her arms around you while you plate the dinner you made. She smelled like a dental office and she gave you a sticker from your favorite Pixar movie, most likely having pulled it from the bin of stickers they have for their pediatric clients.

She went to change her clothes and freshen up, coming down about ten minutes later to dinner being plated and ready to eat.

She sat down next to you and the two of you talked about your days briefly before she finally asked you if you completed the objective you were tasked with.

"Well, partially." You say, taking a sip of your water. "I went over there and was going through my little list, but Regina said she wanted to bring something and I wasn't going to tell a pregnant lady no. So I got her number and you can call her." Alice laughs and throws her head back, clapping her hand once.

"You're such a chicken. Also, Gina, babe. Not Regina." She laughs again. "Better get that down before we see them again so you're not calling her by the wrong name." She teases you.

You smack your palm to your forehead and chuckle awkwardly, your heart racing over your slip up.

"Gina, right!" You correct yourself. "Here is her number though." You pull the piece of paper from your pocket and slide it over. "Aaron was being a little bitch about having chicken."

"I'll just make him a steak then." She says casually, looking over the piece of paper with her eyebrows furrowed. "It's no big deal."

"That's what told them also." You nod and take a bite of your food.

Alice looks up, squinting to try to see the time on the microwave.

"I'm gonna give her a call now before it gets too late." She says, picking her phone up from the table and dialing the number. She held the phone to her ear, looking like she was ready to give up after a few rings. "Hi, Gina? Hey! It's Alice. How are you doing?"

You looked down at your plate, moving your food around while you tried to listen to the conversation. You could faintly hear her voice. Hear her talking about how you stopped by.

You tried to not make it so obvious that you were listening.

You also tried not to make it so obvious that you were disappointed when Alice grabbed her little notepad and walked out of the room to finish the call.

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You've been out in the yard since like ten this morning cleaning the grill, setting up coolers, and doing everything around the house that Alice asked of you while she prepped everything for when 'Gina' and Aaron came over.

You've ran to the grocery store you don't even know how many times now to fetch any last minute ingredients or items that Alice forgot. All the back and forth setting you behind on your own tasks you needed to do.

Around 3pm Alice brought out multiple trays of various items for you to grill. Chicken, Aaron's steak, potatoes wrapped in foil, asparagus, bacon wrapped and cheese stuffed peppers. Like she went all out.

You were placing the second round of chicken on the grill when Alice disappeared and reappeared a few minutes later with Regina and Aaron behind her.

Everyone greeted you excitedly and you did the same, smile and waving at them both with the tongs in your hand. Alice got them each a drink and her and Aaron got to talking about the garden.

She led him over to your guys' tragic attempt of a garden and the two of them talked each other's ears off about.

Regina only stayed in that conversation for a few minutes. From the corner of your vision you can see her making her way to you, stopping to set her drink on the table.

You looked forward, anxiety rising in your chest each step she took until she was standing right next to you, your elbow brushing the material of her dress.

"Hi neighbor." She says in a tone that feels borderline mocking.

"Hi, Gina." You say, returning that same mocking tone and refusing to look at her.

She turns her head to look back at both of your spouses before looking to you again, her fingertips grazing your arm to get your attention.

"I wanna talk to you later, when you have a moment."

"There's nothing to talk about." You say firmly. "How does Aaron like his steak?"

"I don't fucking care how he likes his stupid fucking steak." She says annoyed, her fingertips still against your arm. Her other hand coming up to press her palm against her forehead and sigh, fanning herself off.

You can't bring yourself to move away from her touch.

"It's too hot for you over here." You say, finally turning to look at her. "Go sit down. The food will be done soon."

"I don't want to fucking sit down." She says through gritted teeth. "I'm tired of being treated like I'm delicate or breakable. I'm fucking fine."

"Fine, you're fucking fine." You say, turning back to continue grilling. Regina goes from grazing your arm lightly to gripping it tightly, her nails digging into your arm now. You flip the meat and the veggies, closing the grill. "Let's go. You obviously don't feel good." You to turn her and grab her arm carefully.

"I never feel good anymore. I fucking hate it." She said, her voice cracking the tiniest bit as she let you lead her over to the table.

You pull out a chair for her and when you notice that Aaron and Alice are too engrossed in their conversation to pay attention to Regina right now, you sigh and pull out the chair next to her for yourself.

"Do you need anything? Here, eat something." You grab the bowl of chips and place them in front of her, along with the various dips Alice made. She thanks you and nods, taking a chip and dipping it in the spinach and artichoke dip.

"So, how long have you and Alice been together." She asks before popping a second chip in her mouth and humming at the taste.

"Don't start." You ask, shaking your head.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She says innocently. "I'm just being neighborly." She scrunches her nose at you.

"No, you're being nosy." You scrunch your nose back at her and stand up. "I'll be back."

You make your way back to the grill. Things are just about finished up and you begin to try to pull apart those little tin containers from the dollar store to put everything in, muttering and swearing under your breath when you couldn't get them pried apart.

You look up to ask Alice for help but she disappeared with Aaron. You look around the yard confused, still trying to pry the fucking trays apart.

"They went to go look at the front yard." Regina says, coming up behind you and taking the trays from you. She digs one of her long nails between them and pulls them apart easily. She sets one down on the platform of the grill and holds the other ones for you.

"You know, she organized this fucking thing and then ditched me." You say annoyed, putting the meat into the pan first and covering it with foil. You turn the pan to the side to make room for Regina to set down one of the smaller pans, which she does.

You take out the potatoes from the grill next. Swearing every time one slips between the tongs, which was frequently.

"Babe, why didn't you tell me you were done?" Alice says, coming through side gate and setting her beer on a small table in the yard. She rushes over to you both, nodding her head at Regina to thank her while she takes the empty pan from her hand and does some maneuvering.

Regina steps aside and you're disappointed by the loss of her presence.

"What was I supposed to do? Shout from over here?" You respond with a slight attitude, one of your eyes shut because of the smoke from the grill.

"Let's not do this right now, yeah?" She says calmly, taking the pan with the meat over to the table.

"Can I help with anything?" Regina asks from where she's standing and Alice asks if she can help her get everything set up on the table and she agrees.

You close the lid of the grill once everything is out and you wipe the sweat from your head. You stare and the two small tray of veggie sides in front of you, trying to figure out how you're going to bring them both over to the table. You looked behind you to see if anyone was free to help. Regina and Alice looked busy and Aaron was glued to his phone, titling it up toward his chest any time Regina was close.

You watched Alice and Regina get the table set up. Lay out the plates and silverware, bring out the cold sides.

You had to turn around when you realized you were paying more attention to Regina than to Alice.

You covered both of the small trays in foil and stacked them one on top of the other, carefully making your way over to set them on the table. Regina took the trays from you, her fingertips brushing against your sticky, sweaty, skin for probably the tenth time today.

"I'll be back." You say abruptly, turning around to dart inside.

Your eyes were burning, were hot from the grill, and probably feeling added heat from Regina as well. You just needed a second.

You go into the kitchen, grabbing yourself a glass of ice water and chugging about half of it, breathing heavily afterward like a fucking toddler. You turned to the sink, wetting a paper towel and wiping off your eyes then your face.

You could hear footsteps, but your face was too buried in that cool towel to care right now.

"Where do you keep your big spoons?" Regina asks.

You feel around your kitchen blindly, running your hands over the counter until you found the drawer on the left where you kept your serving spoons.

"In here." You tap the drawer and step aside, pulling the towel from your face.

"You okay?" She asks, making her way to the drawer and looking over at you.

"My eyes just burn." You blink hard a couple of times and wipe them again. She leans in closer and you hold your breath when her thumb lands on your cheek bone and tugs down slightly.

"They look really red." She says softly, her gaze visibly bouncing between your eyes and your lips.

"The smoke." Was all you managed to get out before clearing your throat and forcing yourself to step away. "So how far along are you?" You ask to change the subject and it seems to work. She snaps out of her little daze and turns to get the spoons from the drawer.

"20 weeks this past Tuesday." She says, pulling out the spoons.

"Just about halfway then." You lean against the counter of the sink. "Do you know what you're having?"

"A girl." She has her back to you, but you can hear that she's smiling and it makes you smile in return.

"That's really exciting."

"Aaron doesn't think so." She turns around with a small frown and a few big spoons in her hand. "He wanted a boy."

"Who fucking cares what he wanted." You roll your eyes, finding it ridiculous that someone could be unhappy about having a daughter.

"She moves around a lot. Do you want to feel?" She asks excitedly and you don't want to tell her no, but you should.

"Regina I-" She doesn't really give you an option because she grabs your wrist a tugs you forward, placing your hand on her belly. "I don't feel any- oh wait!" You say excitedly when you feel something push against your hand. "That's crazy." You say to yourself quietly.

You stay this way for a few moments. Your thumb moving back and forth over her belly, her hand resting over yours. Neither of you wanting to be the one to acknowledge that she isn't kicking anymore because neither of you wanted to move.

"I think you put her to sleep." Regina whispered and when you looked at her you knew you needed to step back. You knew you needed to pull away because she was looking at you like she wanted to kiss you and your wife was just outside.

You could hear her laughing at whatever stupid shit Aaron said.

"We should probably get back outside." You whisper, your thumb still rubbing over her bump. She squeezed your wrist, almost like she didn't want you to let go.

"Okay." She says calmly, but neither of you move.

Not until the back door slams and you hear Alice laughing and talking loudly, wondering where the two of you went.

You quickly placed the towel back over your eye and Regina quickly opened and closed the drawer as if she just got done looking through it, the two of you well versed in the art of recovering before you got caught.

"Everything okay in here? Baby, what happened?" She rushes over to you, pulling the almost dry towel from your face.

"My eye just wouldn't stop watering and burning." You say, wiping them off once more and tossing the towel in the trash. "I couldn't see so I couldn't even help Gina find the spoons. I kept leading her astray." You chuckle at your own lie.

"It was a mess, but we managed somehow." She lets out a fake laugh and holds up the spoons. "I'm sorry for taking so long."

"Oh gosh, you're too sweet. Don't apologize." She puts her hand on Regina's shoulder and starts to usher her outside, you following behind them.

Dinner was nice. You learned a lot about Regina and Aaron as a couple and they learned about the two of you in return.

You were surprised to find out that Aaron was the loser Regina had gone on a date with the night the two of you ended things.

Though that was an observation you had to keep to yourself, you could see Regina shift uncomfortably in her seat when she realized you put two and two together.

You learned that they only moved into this house about a year ago and have been married for almost three years now as opposed to you and Alice who have only been married a year and a half.

They talked a little bit about the baby, how they were preparing for her, that they are trying to go on trips and such before she gets here. You could practically feel the disappointment radiating off of Aaron.

The way Alice nudged your foot under the table made you think she felt it to and you knew you would definitely be discussing it later.

Alice told them both just about everything about the two of you. Where you met and how, how long you dated before getting married. All the details you tried to avoid giving Regina earlier Alice spewed out like it was nothing.

Regina's face hardened slightly when she realized that you met Alice at the tail end of your relationship with her. Clearly choosing to ignore the part that you two didn't actually start talking seriously until almost a year after the break up.

Clearly, Regina choosing to harp on irrelevant bits and pieces of a story is still something that hasn't changed.

You also found it interesting that although she consistently dated and slept with men during your time together that she would get upset that you merely met someone, exchanged information, then didn't speak again for almost a year and a half.

You excused yourself from the conversation and Regina's dirty looks to bring out dessert.

You opened the fridge to see a coconut cake that you know Alice didn't make. You raised your eyebrows in a silent excitement because you knew that meant Regina brought it and you wonder if she brought it purposely because she knew it was your absolute favorite whenever she or her mom would make it.

You pull it from the fridge and grab the cake knife from the drawer, carefully walking out of the house with the cake.

"I really hope coconut cake is fine, Alice. You said you weren't picky on the phone and this cake is like a staple in my family." Regina says, her eyes finding yours immediately as you set the cake down.

"We love coconut in this house. The cake looks great and will be very much enjoyed, I assure you of that." Alice says with a slight laugh, taking the cake knife from your hand and going to work on handing out the slices.

She asked how big of a piece everyone wanted, you tried to wiggle your hand inconspicuously to let her know you wanted a bigger piece, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment when Alice called you out on it, saying she 'didn't know you enjoyed coconut THAT much' while also being accommodating and giving you a larger piece.

You grumbled when you took the piece from her, looking up to Regina who was biting back a smile, or maybe a smirk.

You took a bite of the cake, humming at the taste. Somehow it tasted even better. You weren't sure if Regina just perfected the recipe or it had just been so long since you had it. Maybe a combination of both.

When Alice asked about the recipe and where it came from, Regina started talking about her mom and where she got it from. You could hear the two of them talk, but you weren't listening anymore.

You were looking down at your cake, pushing it around your plate now. It tasted great, better than you remember even.

But that's the issue. You weren't tasting this cake for the first time. You were tasting this cake for the first time in years and every little scenario that could be associated with this cake was popping into your brain. Like every single bite was just something new to think of.

When you tried it for the first time when meeting Regina's family. When introduced you as her friend and you all played card games with her family until 1am. Regina had told you she didn't think she could ever have that much fun with her family.

The first time Regina tried to make the cake herself because she knew you liked it and she burned it so bad, but you still ate it because she was crying about having messed it up.

When she made it as your birthday cake one year and it came out absolutely perfect, but then the two of you got into an argument because she was going to go on a date instead of coming out with you and your friends. You had only one piece of it before she grabbed the cake with her bare hands and threw it to the floor of your apartment. When you burst into tears over your ruined cake, and other things, she kneeled on the floor and cried while she cleaned it up. Telling you in between sobs that she was sorry and she'd make you a new one.

You set your fork down and pushed the rest of your cake away. Everyone was in the middle of a conversation, so you really didn't think anyone would notice.

Except Regina fumbled over her words mid conversation as soon as you did it and when you looked up, you saw her eyes darting between you and Alice. She shook her head slightly and pushed her hair behind her ear, recovering her fumble smoothly.

You felt bad. You pulled the cake back toward you again and continued to eat it. Quickly realizing that although it tastes just as good as it used to, it would never taste the same.

---

Regina and Aaron left around 7pm. Regina helped Alice tidy up while you made them both plates of leftovers to bring home with them. Aaron sat on the couch and turned your tv on. Alice said he could, but you just didn't like that he actually did it.

You and Alice settled into bed early, both of you exhausted from all the things you had to do today. Though Alice finds that kind of stuff way more rewarding than you do.

Alice was already tucked into bed, her back toward you while she talked about how much fun she had today, how great Gina seemed, how useful it could be to have Aaron around, that she would love to hang out with them more.

Your responses were automatic. You were hearing her, but not really listening. All you could offer right now were some 'yeah', 'I agree', 'I'm glad, babe'. It's all you had in your right now.

You put on your pajamas and stood at your nightstand, taking off all the jewelry you had on today.

A sliver of light through the window caught your attention, both of you forgetting to close the shade before getting dressed. You made your way to the window, going in between the curtains to look for the little rope to close the shade.

You caught glimpse of Aaron walking around in his underwear and went to hurry to lower to shade, seeing way more of him than you ever would've care to.

But you paused when Regina walked into the room, both of them having some sort of heated discussion before Aaron waved her off and walked out of the room.

You knew you needed to close your blinds now. To give Regina privacy to change her clothes. Except you watched her move around her room instead. You watched her pick out her pajamas, pull her sheets back.

When she turned around and made eye contact with you through her own window, you felt like you had been caught. You looked away quickly, pretending the shade was stuck.

When you finished your fake fiddling with the shade, Regina was still staring at you. When she saw she had your attention again, she wasted no time pulling her shirt above her head.

She was naked from the waist up, giving you a view of her small pregnant belly and her breasts. You breath hitched in your throat and you gripped the string on the shade tightly, mentally scolding yourself because you know you needed to look away.

Instead you continued to watch her as she snuck her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts, ever so slightly beginning to pull them down.

"You coming, baby?" Alice says from the bed behind you.

You turn around quickly, yanking the string and shoving your way out of the thick curtains.

"Yes, I'm coming, babe!" You say, your heart racing for many reasons now. "I was just being nosy. There was a cop parked across the street. They just left." You lie, turning around to peak behind the now closed blinds again. Regina had closed her shades in your absence and you sighed in relief through your nose.

You rubbed your forehead with your fingertips and climbed into bed with your way, turning off the lights before you settled.

You laid on your back, Alice's feet tangled with yours. She fell asleep quickly. A trait you wish you possessed. Instead you lie awake, thinking about the whole incident at the window. About how you almost wish Alice didn't call for you. That her shade was still open and she was there waiting for you when you returned.

Alice snuggled closer to you, throwing an arm over your stomach and smushing her face into your shoulder. You rubbed her arm softly, your thoughts still plagued by Regina.

Is it too soon to be thinking about selling this house?

[sequinsmile-x]

Noise Pollution

Emily's snoring keeps Aaron awake, but instead of upsetting his very pregnant wife by telling her, he comes up with a solution. And it works.

Right up until it doesn't.

-x-

Hi friends,

I had this idea about the snoring, and then the lovely @section-chief-prentiss tagged me in a post from Reddit where someone finds out their partner sets their alarm early just to snuggle with them...and I just had to write it in!!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this slightly silly Saturday evening fluff.

-x-

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Pregnancy

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron huffs out a breath as he checks the time on the alarm clock on his nightstand and then rubs his tired eyes.

3 am. 

He had to be up in three hours for work, and he’d barely slept. He sits up in bed and looks over at his wife, smiling softly at the sight of her fast asleep and curled around her pregnancy pillow. He was pleased she was sleeping, that she was getting the rest she so desperately needed in the lead up to their daughter being born in just 6 weeks time, but there was one side effect that, sadly, meant he was unable to sleep himself. 

She snored. Loudly. 

She always had snored, but not quite like this. It was something he’d picked up on their first night together. She’d fallen asleep first, half lying on top of him, her skin pressed up against his and her face against his neck as she dozed off. Her snoring was soft, bordering on cute - something he’d never tell her - and he very quickly came to find he couldn’t sleep without it. His very own form of white noise. One of the many things he’d learnt about her over the last few years, bits and pieces that he treasured, memories and facts about her stored away for when he needed them the most. He’d always been able to sleep through Emily’s snoring, so he’d never mentioned it to her. He didn't want to embarrass her or make her feel self-conscious, already aware at the start of their relationship of how big a deal it was for her to trust someone enough to sleep next to them. 

He jumps slightly when she snores again, the sound loud, rattling around the room in such a way he has no idea how she sleeps through it and he sighs. 

He used to be able to sleep through her snoring. 

Ever since she’d hit the third trimester of her pregnancy the snoring had got a lot worse. He knew it was a common symptom, something that happened to a lot of women, but he was still shocked at the sound his beautiful wife made whenever she fell asleep these days. He had decided not to say anything, partially because he knew she couldn’t do anything about it. She was already forced to sleep on her left side, curled around a pregnancy pillow that he was strangely jealous of, so telling her when she couldn’t switch sleeping positions seemed nothing short of cruel. He also didn’t want to tell her because he didn’t want to upset her, her usually famous emotional control left somewhere behind in her first trimester, and he didn’t want to make her upset, or angry, if he could help it. 

He’d touched on sleeping in the spare room a few weeks ago, albeit for an entirely different reason. She was hot and uncomfortable and entirely unable to relax enough to sleep, grumbling under her breath that he was a furnace, something she’d always historically loved. He’d offered to go and sleep in the spare room so she could get comfortable, and the irritation she’d clearly been feeling towards him and his body temperature just moments before disappeared, and her face had collapsed, tears shining in her eyes as she’d asked if he didn’t want to sleep with her anymore. He’d quickly assured her that he wanted to, reminded her that he loved her, and bought a cooling blanket for her to sleep under. 

He leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek, smiling when she snorts, a sound he knows she’d never believe she’d made if he told her, and he stands up, yawning as he stretches before he picks up his cell phone from the nightstand, planning on going to get a cup of coffee and starting the day immediately. 

It’s only as he walks past the spare room, his limbs uncoordinated in a way they hadn’t been since he was a teenager who had recently gone through a growth spurt, that he considers it. The sound of Emily’s snoring dulled by the closed bedroom door in a way that made him even more grateful they’d made Jack’s bedroom the one furthest from theirs. He walks towards the spare bedroom, almost led by his body, his legs taking steps of their own accord, as he slips into the bed. He pulls his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and sets an alarm for 5.45 am, enough time to wake up and get back into bed with Emily, and he falls asleep within minutes.

It works. For a week or so it works and he is able to get back into their bed before she wakes up, meaning she’s none the wiser to her snoring or the fact he had taken to sleeping in the spare room. He uses the time to snuggle with her, wrap himself around her so she’d wake up surrounded by his love and warmth. 

He hates that he’s keeping a secret from her, something he’d never done, but it feels like the right thing to do, especially when she smiles at him first thing in the morning, reaching out for his hand as she presses it to where the baby is shifting beneath her skin. 

It works, right up until it doesn’t.

___

At first, she isn’t sure what wakes her up. Then the baby kicks her bladder and she feels the overwhelming urge to pee.

“Okay, kiddo,” she says, groaning as she sits up, her hand on her bump as she does so, “Let’s go.” 

It’s only when she gets back from the bathroom that she realises Aaron isn’t in bed. She frowns and decides to go and look for him. She was planning on starting with their home office, he often went there if he couldn’t sleep, but she stops just outside of their spare bedroom when she spots the door is slightly ajar. She pushes it open and huffs out a breath when she sees him sleeping in there, still on the side he usually would with his hand reaching out to where she would be sleeping if she was in there with him. 

She turns on the light and he doesn’t move, doesn’t wake up even the slightest bit, and she grumbles, walking towards the bed. She picks up one of the pillows and hits him with it, feeling a strange bit of satisfaction when he wakes up immediately, his eyes going wide as he sits up and clamours out of bed, an edge of panic around him that she thinks she’d find amusing in any other circumstance. 

“Em,” he says, standing up, his hands reaching out for her, “Are you okay?” He asks, looking her up and down, his eyes fixed on her bump, “Is she okay, is she coming?” 

She rolls her eyes, and crosses her arms, “We’re both fine. Why are you sleeping in here?” 

He falters for a moment, his brain still not entirely online, and he clears his throat, saying the first thing that comes to mind, “I just thought you’d be more comfortable if I slept in here.” 

She hates the wave of emotion that washes over her, making her feel unsteady in a way she still wasn’t used to almost 8 months into this pregnancy. She’d always prided herself on how she was able to control her emotions, one of the few lasting side effects of how she was raised that she liked. Aaron was the only person she’d ever let fully let in. He’d broken down every single one of her defences, snuck under them and learnt what made her tick, something no one else had ever bothered with. And he wanted to do it, he’d made it his mission to know her as well as possible and she loved it, loved that he’d taken the time to know her so intimately. 

She knows he doesn’t need that to see how upset she is right now, that even her mother would be able to see that she was on the verge of tears, and she hates it. Hates that she’s so out of control, that she’s about to cry over the fact she’s found him sleeping in the spare room. 

He reaches out for her and grabs her hand, grateful when she doesn’t flinch or pull back, “Oh, sweetheart-”

“Is it because you don’t find me attractive anymore?” She asks, her voice breaking, her greatest insecurity in all of this immediately at the forefront of her mind. It was something she’d worried about for months. 

At first, she’d loved the changes to her body. She’d stand in front of the mirror, facing sideways as she desperately looked at her belly, keen to see it start to curve. She was nothing short of excited when she realised she had an actual bump, not something that could be mistaken for bloating, but things had changed. She felt massive now, almost endlessly uncomfortable, and she hated looking at herself naked. The scar on her abdomen had warped as her bump got bigger and she worried what it would look like when her daughter was here, how it would settle back down, the landscape of her body seemingly constantly changing. She worried he felt the same way, despite his reassurances that he didn’t, and finding him sleeping in here had set fire to those concerns, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as tears she can’t control slip down them. 

“Em, baby, no it’s not that,” he says, guilt rolling in his gut. He guides her to sit down on the bed and he wraps his arm around her shoulders, tugging her close as he places his other hand on her bump, smiling softly when he feels their little girl shift around, “It’s never going to be that. I’ll always find you attractive. Even when we’re both old and yelling at each other because we can’t actually hear each other anymore.”

She chuckles, the sound catching in her chest as she wipes at her cheeks, “Then what is it?” 

He sighs and he kisses her forehead, and he knows he has to tell her the truth. He rests his forehead against her temple and closes his eyes, “You snore.” 

She frowns and pulls back to look at him, confusion painted across her face, “What?” 

He smiles tightly at her and tucks some hair behind her ear, “You snore.”

“How…how long have I snored for?” 

He clears his throat, preparing himself slightly before he answers, “For as long as we’ve been together.” 

She chokes on a laugh and covers her mouth, trying to remember if anyone had ever told her before that she snored, and she shakes her head, her smile turning incredulous, “Why did you never say anything?” 

“Because it was cu…” he trails off as she clears her throat and raises an eyebrow at him, a clear warning sign he doesn’t ignore, “It was never very loud before. But as we get closer to the end of your pregnancy…”

“It’s getting louder,” she says for him and he nods. She groans and she covers her face with both of her hands, “This is so embarrassing.” 

“It’s not, sweetheart, I promise.”

She looks at him sharply, anger flashing through her “Then why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Because I know you need your rest. And you can’t help it or switch positions,” he says, placing his hand on her thigh and squeezing gently, “And I didn’t want to upset you,” he smiles wryly, “Which clearly I achieved.” 

She tries to suppress a laugh but it breaks free and she shakes her head at him, “I can’t decide if I should be pissed or if I think this is sweet,” she says, tilting her head at him, her smile turning curious, “So, how long have you been sleeping in here?” 

He sighs and scratches the back of his head, “About 8 days,” he says carefully, “I wait until you fall asleep, come in here and set my alarm 15 minutes before your alarm and then I sneak back in.”

She narrows her eyes at him as she takes in what he’s said, her tongue pressed into her cheek, “And I never woke up?” 

He shakes his head, “Not once.”

She presses her lips together, love for him threatening to burst free. She knows all he was doing was trying to protect her from getting upset, something she would have yelled at him for just a few short months ago, but for a reason she can’t fully explain, it makes her love him more. She furrows her brow as her eyes meet his, one more thread of curiosity she was yet to pull at coming to mind. 

“Why 15 minutes?” She asks, and he looks at her curiously, “Why did you give yourself 15 minutes in the morning? It takes maybe 20 seconds to get from here to our room and you’ve never been someone who needs time to get going.”

He clears his throat, embarrassment he doesn’t expect filling his chest, “Well,” he says, avoiding eye contact, as if he should feel any kind of shame for how much he loved her, “I missed sleeping next to you. So I used that time to just…hug you.” 

His admission hangs over them for a moment and a smile breaks out across her face, her gaze drifting to her side of the bed, to where his arm had been lying when she’d first walked in. “Okay, now we’re definitely edging into this being the sweetest shit you’ve ever done for me.” 

He laughs, “Really? You’re not mad?”

She shakes her head and cups his cheek, dragging him into a quick kiss, “I’m not mad. I wish you’d told me. And if there are any recordings of me snoring on your phone you’re never having sex again,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him, “But I understand what you were trying to do. It’s sweet.” 

He leans in and kisses her, resting his forehead against hers as he pulls back, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” she replies, stamping a kiss against his lips, “I’ll buy some of those snoring strips in the morning, see if they help. If they don’t…just make sure you keep giving yourself those 15 minutes, okay? I like waking up with you there.” 

“I promise.” He kisses her nose, laughing when she scrunches it up, “Want to go back to bed, or shall I make us some hot chocolate?” 

She hums, the sound turning into a laugh when the baby kicks, “I think she wants hot chocolate.” 

He stands up and offers her his hand, helping her up and wrapping his arms around her  shoulders as he leads her to the stairs, “Whatever my girls want, they get.” 

-x-

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Her Happiness: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Maritza's happiness means more to Finch than anything else.

(P.S., for @theowlhouseiscool !)

I didn't even know I was into girls until I was in like, 8th grade.

I met her when she bought a box of chocolate chip cookies from me and my girl scout friends. Then she came back again and bought another one, saying she just finished the first one. Then she came back again, saying she finished the other one, but I didn't let her buy anymore cookies.

Instead, I just held her hand over the $5 bill she tried to slide me.

...Then we looked into each other's eyes, and I swear, I saw something I never thought I'd see in my life.

Sparks.

Love sparks.

We stared at each other for a moment longer and then we introduced ourselves. I let her have another box of cookies, on the house, and I may have written my phone number on the back of it.

Next thing I knew, we were texting day and night. I'd always get excited whenever I got a new message from her, and there's no doubt in my mind that she did the same. She felt like the only person besides Jasmine that I could go to whenever I was having issues with my dad.

We became Raven Brooks Middle School's power couple. Everywhere we went, people would compliment us, tell us how cute we look together, and congratulate us.

It was like a fairytale.

But fairytales have endings, and this wasn't a happy ending.

She came to me in tears with a newspaper article in her hand, and Enzo was on the front page. He was covered in slime after him and his nerd friend got carried away in science class, I was just walking by and I couldn't help but take a picture.

She told me that she didn't appreciate me embarrassing her brother like that, but then I told her that she should be thanking me, after all, she does pick on him a bunch. She does. Let's be honest, she's hit him in the face with her soccer ball more times than I could count on my hands.

But then she told me that was different, and that it's what siblings do.

We ended up in a big fight, she told me that she thought I was a nice girl when in reality, I was a mean bully. I told her that she was stupid to judge me so quickly. I told her that she was caught up in a fantasy land and that I wasn't going to downgrade myself just so she can have the nice girl she thought she knew.

Big mistake.

She tried to fight it, but I could tell she was holding back tears. In anger and sadness, she broke up with me right there.

"Fine.", I said to her as she walked away. "You were a total bitch anyway."

I know I sounded like I didn't care, but I was extremely heartbroken.

Maritza was the bestest thing that's ever happened to me, and I ruined us by hurting her brother. It was my fault, not hers. It was no one else's fault but my own that our love ended.

But it's been over a decade since our breakup and I didn't even have the guts to say that to her face.

So I just tried to distract myself with my part time job at the school paper, girl scout activities, and hanging out with my friends at school.

I was enjoying it, but the only problem is that I couldn't stop thinking about Maritza. She clouded my thoughts every minute of the day.

When I felt it was too much, I started watching her from afar. I tried not to look like a stalker, but I knew what I was doing. I know it's extremely wrong to spy on people, especially if they're your ex, but I really didn't know what else to do.

I didn't take any pictures of her, especially no humiliating pictures, I didn't want her to hate me anymore than she already did.

I saw that she was hanging out with some new kid named Nicky, and jealousy didn't even begin to cover what I felt whenever I saw her with him.

Seriously, what did she see in him? He was a loser, and he didn't even seem interested in her, and he was hanging out with Aaron and Mya most of the time, so they never really spent a whole lot of time together.

Mari, I love you, but you have horrible taste in boys.

Then another new kid came along, I think her name was Trinity or something, and I could tell that Maritza had feelings for her too.

Seriously, girl, make up your mind!

What's even stupider was that it was a whole ass love triangle right there.

Enzo liked Trinity, Trinity doesn't like anybody, Maritza likes Trinity and Nicky, and Nicky likes Trinity.

Just seeing this, even thinking about this made me sick to my stomach.

Either way, I kept a close eye on all of the Inventor's Club, trying to keep myself at a distance as I did so.

More time passed, and I realized that I wanted Maritza back.

I didn't even deny it, not to anyone, not even to myself.

The only problem was that there were two other losers in the way of having her back.

I didn't have to worry too much about Trinity, it seemed like Mari was losing interest in her anyway. Nicky on the other hand, I had to do something, and fast.

It wasn't really hard to deal with him. He was having a mental breakdown at his house, and I was just passing by Friendly Court, and I fortunately had my camera with me. So I did what I did to Enzo.

The next week, he was on the front page of the newspaper.

After that, I didn't approach Maritza, and she did her best to avoid me. More time passed, and I found out that Nicky had been sent to a mental hospital. I didn't care about it, but Maritza looked devastated, and that made me upset.

Now I began to feel bad for embarrassing her friend like that. Especially after she threatened me if I ever thought about hurting Nicky or Trinity when they came back.

I decided that I wasn't going to be a coward anymore, I decided that I was going to be upfront with Mari and ask to get back with her.

But she told me that she'd never date someone like me again, she said she didn't want to date a bully.

I was heartbroken, even more heartbroken than when we broke up. But then she said that she could still be friends with me, but only if I stopped bullying people or if I joined the Inventor's Club.

Of course, I joined the Inventor's Club.

It was a win win for both of us. She doesn't have to worry about me bullying anyone anymore, and I get to be close to her again.

I knew she said she wasn't going to get back with me, but I could tell that she still has feelings for me, I could tell that we were going to be a couple once again.

And when we do, I would change for the better. I would change for her.

Because her happiness means more to me than anything else.

[frog-plague]

Hey uh very fucking random of me and please don't kill me (or do, your choice really) UHHH but like I'm not gonna say alot bc like ik you've been like getting harassed by random blogs (noah) but literally besides all that I'm pretty sure I may or may not have some form of Disassociative disorder as well...

idk I'm really sorry and I know it's really shitty of me to like ever talk to you again lol um but like your kinda the only person I've ever known to be confident enough to identify these kind of things in yourself and be open about it, I'm not gonna trauma dump but I have experienced levels of trauma as well including neglect, and I'm not really sure how it shows but I'm too scared to tell anyone because I know I have BPD and C-PTSD as that has been diagnosed but I feel like I always experience this level of derealisation and that I can't recognise myself when I look in the mirror, sometimes the tone of my voice changes and like ejejejejen idkkk

I didn't know who to ask because if I try reach out for professional help I'd feel really embarrassed and my parents definitely won't agree and won't let any diagnosis through and ahhh how do you deal with it or identify alters (in like the most non-personal way) like should I do more research or... idk.

[Feel free to block me after I'm just kinda confused :(]

To my knowledge (please know I am not a doctor and cannot diagnose you), disassociation is a common symptom of cptsd and bpd

I feel like before jumping straight to the CDD label you should try to do your own research on the different types of CDD that can cause a system (maybe look more into p-did and osdd both 1a and 1b if you really think that there's a possibility that you're a system)

If you think you've identified an alter then try to get to know them, write notes to them and try to improve internal communication, they could help with understanding what possible diagnosis you could have (that's what happened with Atticus and Aaron. Both are dormant now but that's not the point here)

under the cut I will copy paste the sys info channel in a server I'm in

Diagnoses There are 4 diagnoses that can include Complex Dissociative Disorders (Systems);

Dissociative Identity Disorder

Partial Dissociative Identity Disorder

Other Specified Dissociative Disorder

Unspecified Dissociative Disorder

Only 2 of these are CDD specific; DID and PDID. PDID is often less known, as it is only a diagnosis in the ICD-11 and not the DSM-5 OSDD is split into multiple parts, and is used when you don't meet the full criteria for another dissociative disorder (eg, depersonalisation without derealisation), and partially covers CDDs. This section is widely known as OSDD1 (osdd1a/b are actually community terms!). UDD is a temporary or emergency diagnosis, as is used when there is insuficient information to make a full diagnosis.

Diagnostic Criteria DID A. Disruption of identity characterized by two or more distinct personality states, which may be described in some cultures as an experience of possession. The disruption in identity involves marked discontinuity in sense of self and sense of agency, accompanied by related alterations in affect, behavior, consciousness, memory, perception, cognition, and/or sensory-motor functioning. These signs and symptoms may be observed by others or reported by the individual. B. Recurrent gaps in the recall of everyday events, important personal information, and/or traumatic events that are inconsistent with ordinary forgetting. C. The symptoms cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning. D. The disturbance is not a normal part of a broadly accepted cultural or religious practice. Note: In children, the symptoms are not better explained by imaginary playmates or other fantasy play. E. The symptoms are not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance (e.g., blackouts or chaotic behavior during alcohol intoxication) or another medical condition (e.g., complex partial seizures)

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PDID A. Disruption of identity characterized by the experience of two or more distinct personality states (dissociative identities), involving discontinuities in the sense of self and agency. Each personality state includes its own pattern of experiencing, perceiving, conceiving, and relating to self, the body, and the environment. B. One personality state is dominant and functions in daily life (e.g., parenting, work), but is intruded upon by one or more non-dominant personality states (dissociative intrusions). These intrusions may be cognitive (intruding thoughts), affective (intruding affects such as fear, anger, or shame), perceptual (e.g., intruding voices fleeting visual perceptions, sensations such as being touched), motor (e.g., involuntary movements of an arm), or behavioural (e.g., an action that lacks a sense of agency or ownership). These experiences are experienced as interfering with the functioning of the dominant personality state and are typically aversive. C. The non-dominant personality states do not recurrently take executive control of the individual’s consciousness and functioning to the extent that they perform in specific aspects of daily life (e.g., parenting, work). However, there may be occasional, limited and transient episodes in which a distinct personality state assumes executive control to engage in circumscribed behaviours (e.g., in response to extreme emotional states or during episodes of self-harm or the reenactment of traumatic memories). D. The symptoms are not better accounted for by another mental disorder (e.g., Schizophrenia or Other Primary Psychotic Disorder). E. The symptoms are not due to the effects of a substance or medication on the central nervous system, including withdrawal effects (e.g., blackouts or chaotic behaviour during substance intoxication), and are not due to a Disease of the Nervous System (e.g., complex partial seizures) or to a Sleep-Wake disorder (e.g., symptoms occur during hypnagogic or hypnopompic states). The symptoms result in significant impairment in personal, family, social, educational, occupational or other important areas of functioning. If functioning is maintained, it is only through significant additional effort

OTHER DIAGNOSES As a questioning system, we will always support you in your journey of self discovery, however it's important to look into other possibilities!

There are many disorders that can superficially mimic or have symptoms very similar to a CDD;

DPDR or other dissociative disorders

Personality Disorders

PTSD

Psychotic Disorders

As you know your symptoms best, it's important for you to do your own research into these! As you do, it is important to also keep in mind that these are also commonly comorbid with CDDs, so if your symptoms match both, it may just be both.

Good luck!

[nellie-elizabeth]

Epic: The Musical (Full Speed Ahead) [3]

I had WAY more to say about this one than I was expecting!

Okay, so, Epic is very much a "no skips" concept album for me in that there are no songs I want to skip over when I'm listening through to a full saga or a whole chunk of the album in order. But, inevitably, there are the songs that I find myself reaching for to listen to in isolation, and the songs that I really only want to hear in their context. Like, let's take Hamilton as an example: I never find myself going "you know what song I'm really craving right now? 'Aaron Burr, Sir.'" But if I'm listening to the opening of the musical and then it goes into track 2, I'm not reaching for the skip button either. I like it as a connecting piece, I like it in its larger context. That's how I feel about "Full Speed Ahead." I don't ever find myself reaching for this song in isolation, but it's very much a part of the fabric of the early show that I wouldn't want to do without!

Honestly, that's the big thing I want to say about this song: it is ESSENTIAL to the fabric of the entire musical; it is setting up such a large list of elements that recur as we continue on; it's foreshadowing stuff and establishing character in a big way. The first two songs of the musical almost feel, in a way, like a prologue because they're back in Troy at the end of the war. This is the first song where we're off on the journey home proper, which gives it a very crucial place in building the musical and story themes that we're going to be hanging out with for the next 37 songs!

Right off the bat, obviously "Six hundred men / six hundred men under my command" is going to be coming up throughout the musical in the most devastating way; I'm thinking of Poseidon's "forty-three left under your command" (Ruthlessness) and "five hundred fifty-eight men who died under your command" (Underworld). But my favorite echo of this is probably the direct reprise of this opening at the start of "Dangerous" when Odysseus sings "Six hundred men / Six hundred deaths under my command / 'Cause I had one goal in mind" and then the music just cuts entirely for the absence of the soldier's response that happens here in "Full Speed Ahead" -- "Make it back alive to our homeland". Because not one of them did! They're not there! It's very sad to have Ody return back to this melody as a bookend to his journey only now he has nobody backing him up. It's also what makes it so cool during "Six Hundred Strike" when the chanting of "600 men" repeats over and over again during that power-up moment where Ody's retaliating against Poseidon. He was alone, but now he has them with him, at least in that pivotal moment.

And then of course the line "full speed ahead" itself gets repeated a lot; this is one of the more utilitarian leitmotifs in the show, and by that I mean that I don't think there's a ton of hidden meaning here, it's not necessarily nuanced, it's simply the sound we hear that means "the men are in the boats and they're traveling with intention towards something or away from something." So we hear it in "Underworld" and "Scylla" and we hear it with Ody screaming "faster!" at the end of "Mutiny."

One that I was embarrassed to miss until I'd listened to the songs a lot was that Telemachus reprises the melody of "Ithaca's waiting / my kingdom is waiting / Penelope's waiting for me" during "Legendary" when he sings "I'm stuck with your stories / But no clue who you are" etc. I think this is such a cool detail because Telemachus borrowing music elements from his absent father reinforces this idea that even though they haven't gotten to spend these twenty years together, they are connected. Odysseus sets up a jaunty little melody here at the start of the show when he's still a relatively positive person, and then Telemachus all the way in song 26 is unknowingly demonstrating a real connection with the father he's never known, even though he's singing the words "no clue who you are." Some part of him does know!

We also establish the leitmotifs for "Eurylochus" and "Polites", names that are always sung in the same way, like "Penelope" and "Telemachus". I find it so telling that Eurylochus's name theme is established by the soldiers and Ody together, and Polites's name theme is established by Odysseus alone. It immediately, and subtly establishes this stronger connection between Ody and Polites, and also establishes that Eurylochus has the backing of the crew from the beginning, in a foreshadowing sort of way.

To get into that a little deeper, we know that characters in Epic have signature instruments - Eurylochus's signature instrument is actually the crew's vocals. They're down in an lower register than most of what Odysseus sings, and they spend time in this song echoing Odysseus's words and Eurylochus's. Ody is their captain and they depend on them, but they're also already following Eurylochus. Eurylochus is the one who introduces the "We're up, we're off, and away we go" bit, and the crew follows his lead in singing that, which I think shows that he a) represents the perspective and feelings of the crew at large and that b) he has influence over the crew. As a contrast, Polites's voice is up high with Odysseus's, which perhaps shows an affinity between the two of them that's out of step with the rest of the crew. I feel like just from the way Odysseus speaks to the two men you get the sense of a greater personal intimacy with Polites, and more of a structured leader / second-in-command relationship with Eurylochus.

Also just literally in the story, we're setting up the beginnings of the tension between Ody and Eruylochus. This song is his first entrance into the musical and the first thing he does is to bring up a problem (we've run out of supplies to eat), depend on Odysseus to have a solution (captain, what's the plan?), suggest a course of action (I say we strike first), get contradicted by Ody (No / Polites gear up), and then try and push back against Ody (We don't know what's ahead). It puts Odysseus in the position of requesting Eurylochus's trust, when he says "Give me 'til sunrise". He's almost waiting for Eurylochus to give him the permission to go with his own plan, which is fascinating to me. Eurylochus having this instinct to be more ruthless from the first moment of his character's introduction is VERY pivotal to my understanding of the themes of this show, and I'm excited to track it further.

I want to keep looking at the call and response moments in the show; here we have Odysseus setting up themes that are repeated & echoed by his crew. They fill in the gaps in the first verse, then they copy him on "Ithaca's waiting (Ithaca's waiting) / "My kingdom is waiting (the kingdom is waiting)". But then the second verse they do the same thing for Eurylochus, filling in the gaps and then copying him on "Captain, what's the plan?" etc. And then back to copying Odysseus on "watch where the birds fly" etc. It's almost like the crew's loyalty is to both men, and that might cause issues as we continue on... And then Eurylochus starts the "we're up, we're off" part, as I mentioned - the crew echoes him, and then later Odysseus picks up that theme and sings it second. This is another early example of Odysseus mirroring someone as part of a persuasion/manipulation technique, I think, he picks up what Eurylochus is putting down, even though he's just gone against what Eurylochus wanted in this moment.

I've spent so much time just talking about the thematic stuff but I also just want to say that the song is a genuine bop in a lot of ways, I love the clear and bright hopefulness of the verses, especially Jorge's vocals on "Penelope's waiting for me," he just sounds so confident and excited and it's heartbreaking when you know how this is going to go for him.... this is also a rare instance where we hear the word "waiting" but it's not being sung on the "waiting" theme that we'll get later on. The desolation of that long wait hasn't really sunk in for our characters yet. They think they're weeks away from being back home!

Also all the high notes on "full speed ahead" over the final bit... the harmony with the crew... it's very vocally tasty to listen to.

The very last thing we hear in the track is the sound of the waves, which is only appropriate, but also feels sinister since the ocean itself is going to be come one of the show's primary adversaries! Speaking of sinister, it's kind of hard to hear but I do think there's a danger motif happening under "something feels off here" and that whole section where they're discussing strategy and the percussion has cut out...

Anyway. For a song I don't think of as being one of the particularly memorable ones, it's insane how much establishing is happening here! I feel like it sets up so much of what's to come, and it makes it a better song in retrospect because of what a crucial piece of the puzzle it is.

[supercriminalbean]

No secrets without lies.

Chapter Six --- Just relaxing

Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader (AFAB)

Summary: Aaron wants to try something new with you. Smut, smut with no plot practially. 

Words; 5.5k

Warning: SMUT! Sir kink, hair pulling, oral sex, fingering. fluff. (If I've missed anything let me know.)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait but I’ve got the next two chapter all ready now, this months writing is slow sorry my loves but hey here’s some smut so enjoy.

After the conversation you two have had you decide to help Aaron get some of his house work done. Even after he repeatedly tells you that you don’t need to help him, you just ignore him as you start cleaning. As you're vacuuming the living area, you see him pick up your to go bag which grabs your attention, flicking the vacuum off.

“What are you doing with that?” Asking him confused as he walks towards the bathroom.

“Washing your clothes, they are dirty so I’m putting them with my laundry” He smirks softly, knowing you would object to him doing that.

“Aaron no you don’t need to do my washing I’ll do it when I get home” You sigh, following him into the bathroom watching as he quickly tips your clothes into his washing machine.

“I know, but it's easier if I just do it now, just in case we get called away on a case before you get time to wash them” Aaron reasons with you smiling as he turns the machine on after throwing his clothes on top.

“That's why I have a spare to go bag in my car at all times just in case” You smirk at him. “But thank you”

“You're always prepared huh?” He smiles, turning around to face you.

“Always” Chuckling softly at him, walking back out to the living room to keep vacuuming.

~~~

After a couple hours of cleaning you're now seated on his couch finishing eating lunch with him. The movie playing in the background long forgotten about once more. The room full of you two laughing, talking about embarrassing stories of you both in your youth.

“Okay so last night” Aaron begins trying to change the topic.

“Oh sure Aaron change the subject, why don’t you” Snickering at him, setting the plate you were sharing with him on the table beside the couch.

“Oh hush” He sniggers, shaking his head, smirking as he looks back at you. “No I want to check with you about a few things that happened last night”

“Aaron, I thought we were good about last night?”

“We are, but I just want to double check on a few things, make sure that you were comfortable with everything we did last night” He smiles softly as he notices you staring to go, your eyes flicking down rethinking about last night. “If there was anything I did that made you uncomfortable, or if you know about anything that you don’t like during sex that I should be aware of?” His face slowly turns serious, needing to make sure that he won’t be hurting you or making you uncomfortable during the act.

“Ah no last night you were great it was” Gulping, clearing your thoughts as your face heats up, growing shy at the thought of talking so openly about it. “I’ve never had a guy who's ever made me uh you know cum, more than once before it was different. I really liked it, I uh you knew exactly what I liked” Blushing softly as you stare at the floor, feeling like if you look at him you might explode.

“I'm sorry, you never what?” Aaron asks surprised, a little rage slipping through his words. “No guys has ever made you cum multiple times?”

Instead of replying with words you decided to just shake your head in response.

“Look at me,” Aaron instructs. Gently placing a hand under your chin, helping tilt your head up to look at him. You're surprised he doesn’t pull his hand away when you lock eyes, just imagining how much your face must be burning his fingers. “No guy has ever made you cum multiple times?” He repeated his question staring at you sternly, wanting you to answer verbally.

“No they haven’t.. Most never focused on my pleasure” You talk quietly, biting your lip feeling shy all of sudden. Which feels unnatural, being shy isn't like you especially when it comes to men. But somehow right now being under Aaron touch, you can't help but want to squirm.

“Looks like I’m going to have to show you how it's done then” He smirks softly, pulling his hand away. 

 “O oh right” Your words stumble out, as you try to think straight but you can't seem to do that as your eyes seem to be stuck on following his fingers.

~~~

“So now that I know that, is that anything else? I already have a feeling about certain things you might like” Aaron smirks as his eyes linger on yours, watching your eyes move along with his fingers. Pleasantly surprised with the power he has on you, he knew from last night that you seem to have a sumbives side in bed. But never knew how shy you could be when it comes out, almost the complete opposite to how snarky and outgoing you are when you're at work or even on nights out. 

“What do you think I like?” Smirking softly, looking up at his face. His face was set with an amused dominated set look on his face, his eyes burning with power and care. He knows what he wants but he also knows he doesn’t want to take this too far with you, not until you're ready.

“Well it's clear you have a praise kink and I could sense maybe a little bit of a degradation kink last night, you're definitely more submissive than dominant, but I think you could be dominant if you want to be” His smirk grows wider as he speak, but his voice keeps leaved as if the words he speaks aren't affecting his at all. If you weren’t looking into his eyes as he speaks, watching them as they darken you would think he was just reading off a piece of paper.

“I also know you like it when I order you around, and you seem to enjoy it alot when I pull at your hair” His voice drops a couple octaves, the deeper his voice gets as he talks about your kink. The more nervous and more heat spreads throughout our body, your eyes slip to the ground biting your lip to keep quiet. 

“You got a few things wrong” Speaking quietly, taking a deep breath, feeling your heart race. Even though you're feeling shyer than normal under his stare, a part of you is trying to break out to tease him and lead him on.

“Oh and that is?” He smirks as you look back up at him, noticing a new fire inside your eyes.

“Your right to say I’m more submissive, I am a switch but I prefer to be submissive until I find someone I trust, but the degradation kink, It's not just a little bit” A light giggle slips past your lips as you look up at him.��

“Oh” Is all he says as he raises his eyes bow at you, his eyes glancing at your lips as you bite it teasingly. “You also have a bratty side to you, don't you doll?, I can see the fire in your eyes” His lip curls up in a mischievous smirk, his hand slides on to your thigh, moving himself closer to you.

“Me a brat? No I’m alway a good one” Giggling playfully as you look up at him.

“Seeing as I'm your boss, I know that's not true, you barely know how to behave most days” Aaron scoffs lightly, his hand sliding up your thigh steadily. His light touch makes you flex your thigh a little, holding back a smirk as you look up at him, trying to seem innocent.

“Hey not true” Arguing weakly, your eyes glancing down to his hand. You aren't able to focus too long on his hand, seeing as his other hand is quick to cup your chin and guide your head back up to look at him again.

“Don’t look away, why don’t you keep telling me what else you like” His voice is more stern now, his eyebrows narrowing to some degree. His firm grip on your face, making your breathing quicken, gulping as you start to feel flustered.

“Ah I um I liked your hand in my hair I ah also” Blushing deeply at the thought of admitting this to him, your eyes flicker to the wall behind him. A small squeeze from his hand, your eyes flickering back to his, he nods at you to continue talking. “I um, I like dirty talking, especially because it's your voice, I really like your voice, it's soothing and comforting” You whisper the words softly, not understanding how weak you can feel just from his look. How can it turn you on so much for this man to have so much power over you. Aaron smiles softly at his stern look breaking as he hears the words you utter. His grip on your face lightens up until he's just lightly cupping your jaw again. 

“Oh is that right, you like the sound of my voice?” He smirks softly, one of his fingers sliding over to your lip, brushing against the bottom one. “Is that why you get so distracted when I talk to you, why you can’t focus on anything when you hear me speak?” He asks, smiling as he sees your eyes light up as he pushes his finger past your lip and into your mouth just slightly. He doesn’t expect you to lean forward and take it further in as you nod, smiling up at him. 

“Mm maybe you do know how to obey me then, you are so good for me” He smirks as he removes his hand from your face, leaning down to kiss you. “Maybe I should reward you, shall I?” Just as he's about to press his lips against yours, his phone starts ringing from beside you. 

~~~

Earning a low groan from Aaron as he pulls away, picking up his phone keeping his eyes glued on yours. 

“Yeah Hotchner?” He answered, not bothering to look at the caller Id. His voice automatically goes to his professional work voice. As the person on the other side of the phone responds, he tenses a little, straightening up, removing his eyes from you.

“Oh hey Jane, Is Jack alright?” The concern slipping through Aaron's voice, worry pulling you immediately out of the mood you were in. Straightening yourself, getting ready to quickly get up and go to get the little Hotchner if you had to. Soon Aaron's face relaxes along with his shoulder, leaning back into the couch.

“Oh no Jane that's fine, he can stay for longer that's no problem, I will need to pick him up before dinner tonight as we have plans but he can stay for a little longer, how about I pick him up in a couple hours say 5pm?” Aaron smiles softly over at you, nodding at the person on the phone.

“Yeah that sounds great, I’ll be there then, thank you” Aaron hangs up the phone, setting it back down, coming to look at you.

“Looks like we have the place to ourselves this afternoon” Aaron smirks, licking his lips as his eyes roam over your body, making your cheeks heat up.

“That is great, Is Jack having fun?”

“He is, but not as much as fun as we are” He mutters as he slides his hands under you, urging you onto his lap, pressing his lips against yours. 

~~~

Aarons hand sneaks up behind the back of your head pulling you further into his lips. His lips are moving slowly but passionately against yours, which is different to last night. This time, he is taking his time to savour the feeling of your lips on yours. You couldn’t help but groan quietly into the kiss, your mouth parting slightly but just enough for Aaron to slip his tongue in. Leaning forward to rest your hands against his chest, your hands gripping his shirt. Your heart is racing due to the activities, kissing Aaron again in the same 24 hours. Having it been so long beforehand, that you had been with someone and now again not even 24 hours later. Your mind doesn’t know how to cope, feeling overwhelmed with his hand sliding up your thigh. His hand stops just inches from where you want him to touch you the most. Trying to be subtle you rock your hips forward against him, trying to get some type of friction going on.

“Do I need to remind you to be patient for me doll?” Aaron grumbles your ear, his lips pressing lightly on your neck. His words making your movement come to a stop as you whine in response, your hands tightening in his shirt. His kisses are light and teasing as he kisses down your neck.

“Aw so good for me” He chuckles lightly, his hand sliding up to play with the hems of your shirt. He pulls your shirt off quickly, reattaching his lips to your neck quickly. Enjoying the way you lean into his touch, the low whimpers that slip past your lips as he teases you. 

~~~

“Have you ever made yourself cum just from grinding against someone before, Doll?” He pulls away from your neck to look at you straight on. A smirk growing on his face as he notices you blushes deeply, growing shy as you nod your head slowly. 

“Once, when I was younger” You whisper shyly, feeling intimidated by that look in his eyes. Aaron chuckles deeply, shaking his head at you.

“Oh I bet you were a desperate little whore back then weren't you?” He raises his eyebrows in questioning, as you look down trying to hide your face from him. Becoming embarrassed and flustered from the way he speaks. 

“Do not look away from me” Scoffing lightly, as he reaches his hand forward looping it through your hair. Yanking your head up to look at him, you can’t help but let out a low whimper full of need as your eyes flicker back to him. 

“I'm sorry” You pout softly, looking into his eyes, your heart racing.

“Then be good, and answer the question for me alright” He smirks softly, his grip loosening lightly. “Were you a desperate whore back then?” 

Gulping thickly at the way he speaks, your heart pounding hard in your chest. 

“Y yes sir” Your words stumble out due to your nerves. His eyes narrow a little as he watches your face, taking you all in. 

“Darling, I need you to tell me if it takes this too far, understand?” His voice comes out softer, the dark look in his eyes lightning up as he takes you in. You nod in response, only for him to tip his head to the side and raise his eyebrow, you know what he wants.

“Yes Aaron, I will tell you if I want to stop I promise” Smiling softly leaning forward kissing him quickly. 

“That's my good doll” He whispers carefully as he pulls away, his hand stroking through your hair. “But I want you to pick out a safe word, I'm sure a whore like you knows what that is, don't you?” He smirks at you teasingly as you blush once more. Nodding as you think, straightening back up as you feel his hand running down your back.

“Safe word um.. How about Caffeine?” Smiling softly as you see him hold back a laugh. 

“Caffeine? Alright and I want us to use the traffic light system. Do you know how that works, darling?” His voice is light and sweet, wanting to stay level headed and needing to know you are comfortable before things get too heated. You nod softly, his hand sliding up to cup your chin gently. You relax into his touch quickly enjoying the softer side he is showing you. 

“Can you tell me what it is, my sweets?”

“Green is good to go, Yellow is slow down or check in with the person and red is stop” You smile softly as you notice the delighted look on his face.

“That's right, if you say yellow I will check in with you and see what direction we want to go from there okay, and never be afraid to just call out your colour or safe word if you're feeling uncomfortable with something, do I make myself clear?” His eyes narrow as he gives your face a quick squeeze making sure you understand him.

“I understand” Nodding softly blushing lightly as he pulls you forward for a kiss.

~~~

“Get up” He orders as he lets you go, his arms falling away from your body. 

“What?” You question, confused to how his soft tone has changed to a hard demanding tone. 

“Did you mishear me? I told you to get up. Don’t make me ask you again” He huffs annoyedly staring at you annoyed. Nodding quickly you pull yourself up onto your wobbly legs, standing up in front of him. Looking down at him you notice how messy his shirt is from where your hands have been, a few buttons are undone. But apart from that he looks almost immaculate. Compared to you, your hair is a mess with new marks down your neck, not to mention being topless in front of him.

“Take your jeans off” He commands, his eyes slowly sliding over your body, taking every inch of you in. You make quick work of undoing your jeans about to slide them down, when he interrupts you again.

“Slow down, turn around, I want to see your ass” He smirks, enjoying the control he has over you. Knowing you would never let others see or control you like this, this is all for him. Taking a deep calming breath as you turn around, sliding your jeans down, bending over to give him a good view off your ass. 

“Fuck darling look at you” He growls out quietly as you stand back up. “Come here”

Quickly you turn back around walking over to him, blushing deeply as you remember his fully dressed while you're just in your underwear.

~~~

Once you reach him, he stands up quickly, towering over you slightly. Wrapping his arms around you tightly as he pulls you into him kissing you roughly. His hands slide down your front, pinching your nipples softly, carefully testing the waters. Groaning faintly into his mouth is all he needs to continue, rolling your nipple even harder between his fingers. Swallowing down your little whimpers as he touches you. He pulls away from you, breathing heavily as he’s starting to run out of air. Staring up at him submissively, licking your lips taking deep breaths trying to slow your racing heart. 

“On the couch, now” He demands breathlessly, pushing you carefully on the couch. Landing with a small pop, you can’t help but giggle softly as you look up at Aaron. Biting your lip lightly as you see him unbutton his shirt quickly before throwing it across the room. 

“Ohhh, now that's my favourite type of view” Smirking up at him, as your eyes rack over his body. Sliding quickly over his scars, knowing he wouldn’t like you looking too long there. Even if you think his scars just make him even more interesting and more attractive. Laughing softly at your words, as he looks down at you almost completely naked right in front of him. Licking his lips as he takes you all in, a small groan leaves his throat as he thinks of all the things he gets to do to you.

“Oh sweetheart, you haven’t seen the view from my eyes then” Smirking softly as he steps closely, lowering himself onto his knees right in front of you. Unable to hold back the shy smile due to the way his words make you fluster, mouth opening slightly as the man in front of you is now on his knees. He grabs your legs firmly, spreading them open as he slides his hands up your thighs smoothly. His fingers stopping just before he can get to your underwear, earning small whimpers of want from you.

“Just relax Doll, I'm going to take good care of you” His words are breathless as he takes in the view right in front of his eyes. The wetness pooling between your legs, your panties seem to just be there to tease him. He hooks his fingers in them, pulling them down at a teasingly slow pace for the both of you. 

~~~

“I need you so badly Aaron” Whimpering out softly, leaning back into the couch, just needing him to touch you badly. A quick sharp slap is struck on your thigh, earning a small hip roll from you along with a small whine.

“That isn’t what you’ve been calling me now is it darling?” A low snarl is heard from him as you shake your head at him, staring at him with apologetic eyes. “Use your words, what do you call me?” 

“Sir, I'm sorry Sir” You whine out, pouting softly.

“That better, you need to remember your manners, I don’t want to have to punish you now” Scoffing faintly, as he watches you try to clench your thighs close. “Oh maybe you want to be punished huh, oh now that is going to be fun to play with little one” Chuckling darkly to himself as he slaps your thigh again smirking. “Maybe another day, because right now I want to taste you” His fingers dance up your thigh gradually, his finger slides through your slit with a teasing lightly touch. 

“Sir please I need you” Gasping as you grip the couch doing your best to not wiggle when he touches you. 

“Oh I will touch you darling, but you must ask permission to cum otherwise your first punishment might come earlier than it needs to, do I make myself clear” His voice is sharp, glaring up at you between your thighs. You nod quickly at him, only verbally responding when you see his eyes darken even more.

“I understand sir”

“Good” He whispers before burrowing his face in between your legs.

~~~

Groaning loudly as his tongue continues to explore every inch of you. His grip on your thighs are sure to leave a bruise but, fuck. You do not care because the way his tongue flicks over your clit has got you so far in bliss. You can barely even focus on how tight he is gripping you.

“Fuck Sir feel so good” You cry out as you feel your self reaching your end. “Sir, can I please?” Whimpering softly as he pulls himself away just briefly.

“Can you what doll? come on, use your words for me” He smirks against you, leaving small teasing kisses on your clit making you whine out.

“You know what I want” Whining softly, rolling your hips against him. Which is apparently the wrong thing to do you realise when he sends a soft slap directly on your pussy. Earning a louder whine from you as you halt your actions.

“Don’t be a desperate whore, use your words, tell me what you want” He growls, glaring dangers straight at you. 

“I want to cum, please can I?” Breathing heavily as you open your eyes, looking back down at Aaron. Watching his hands grip tighter on your thighs as he smirks darkly up at you.

“No, hold it” A silent chuckle seems to roll off his curled lips as he sees a small pout on your lips. His face is back in between your legs, eating you out quickly, teasingly you as he goes. 

“No sir,  please I need to cum” Begging him weakly as you feel his lips curl around your clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“No no I can’t hold it, please sir” Crying out as you beg him. Your legs begin to shake lightly while you do your best to hold back. He pulls himself away from you just enough to get the words out.

“Yeah doll, cum for me” His words are breathless as he reattaches himself to you. Unable to help yourself, your hands needing something more to tug on as you come undone. They quickly find their way into Aaron's hair, gripping it tightly as you cum from his mouth. Your groans and whimpers are filling the room as you come undone, but Aaron can’t help but let out a few of his own groans as he feels your hands tugging at his hair.

~~~

Letting him go as you fall back into the couch breathing heavily as you calm down from your high, smiling softly as you reopen your eyes. Glancing at the man in between your legs, who's smirking at you softly. Wetness dripping down his mouth, licking it up as he stares at you with a mystery glint in his eyes. Before you can question it, he lifts your legs higher, placing them over his shoulder, as he dives right into the mess you've made between your legs. Gasping loudly, your eyes widening as he keeps eating you out. Drawing out those sweet noises from your lips, that he is already addicted to.

“Aar— Sir what are you doing?” Groaning lightly as your questioning is interrupted, by one of his fingers sliding into you. 

“Oh” Is all you are able to get out.

As his mouth continues his pleasurable attack on you, his finger slides in and out of you at the same pace. Still feeling your high from before it doesn’t take long before you’re feeling close again. 

“Sir, you feel so good, please can I come” Whimpering quietly as you clench yourself around his finger.

“No” Shaking his head as he moves his finger faster, enjoying the way you feel around him. 

“Sir please I can’t hold it I need you” Groaning loudly as your hands hit against the couch. 

“Colour?” He groans softly, licking the sweetness that's rolling down your inner thigh. 

“Its green so green Sir” Gulping as your heart races seeing him grin up at you.

“Hold it” He slides a second finger in, groaning softly at the way you feel. “Oh you're so wet, all for me, huh my little slut?” He breathes out lightly, watching you nod at him desperate for a release. “Cum for me darling, be good for me” He whispers out, smirking as he feels you clench around him even more. Letting out a low, desperate moan for him as you let go around his fingers. He doesn’t stop his movement as you let go, continue to finger you through your orgasm. Smirking up at you as he watches you quickly approach your third high before you can even calm down properly. 

“You going to cum again huh slut?” Aaron chuckles softly, licking his lips as he watches you nod weakly.

“Sir please, please need to cum” Whimpering softly, rocking your hips towards hip, Your eyes staring into his, begging him to let you cum.

“Okay doll cum for me” Aaron groans softly, enjoying the view of you cumming for the second time on his fingers. 

~~~

Instead of sliding his fingers out like you thought he would, he slides a third one in. Making your eyes pop open wide staring at him in shock. He only smiles up at you tilting his head to the side, trying to act all innocent. 

“No no Sir I can’t, please I just need you in me” Begging weakly as tears springs to your eyes in pleasure, as he moves his fingers out. Only coming to a stop as he meets your teary eyes.

“Colour my darling” Watching you closely, concerned, but enjoying the way he has so much control over you.

“Green sir, please I just want you in me” Begging at him lightly as you take deep breaths trying to get a hold on your uncontrollable breathing.

“No, I make the decision here, just relax and let me have my way with you” Licking his lips,. Gulping thickly as you whine and reach your hands out to him. Knowing exactly what you want he leans forward, his free hand guiding your hands to his hair. Allowing them to tangle themself inside his hair as he continues to finger you quickly. His other hand slides down, rubbing your clit, slowly as you slowly reach your fourth high. Tugging at his hair lightly as you let out small groans, enjoy the way he toys with your body, allowing yourself to come close to the high. Soon his pace slows down before coming to a full stop, earning a low whine from you and extra tugs at his hair.

“Oh what, you want me to continue baby, then ask me?” Snickering at the look of need on your face.

“Sir please, please keep going I’m so close please” Whining softly, your legs shaking with how overstimulated your body is starting to get. 

“I dont know you don't sound desperate enough” Smirking as he starts moving his fingers, teasingly slow at first. Results in a high wanting groan from you.

“Please sir, I need to cum, I need you to make me cum so badly” You blubber out, feeling high from his touches.

“Okay doll, I got you, you can cum” He whispers softly, taking in your form. Fingering you faster now, finding the spot that you oh so need him to touch. Unable to contain the loud moan that over takes your body, gripping his hair tightly as you cum hard around him.

~~~

Your body shakes lightly as you lean against the couch, your eyes closing as you try to slow down your breathing. Starting to feel overwhelmed from never having felt this much pleasure before. You can feel his hand gently lower your legs to the ground as he makes his way onto the couch. Your eyes flutter open slowly as you see him sit beside you watching you. His eyes fill with concern and affection as he wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him. 

“It's okay baby, I got you now, just relax for me” He whispers softly, his lips pressing against the side of your head.

“wait..I need to please you” Whispers weakly as you go to move.

“No darling we have done enough for today, I just want to hold you right now, okay?” His words are gentle but firm, no room for you to wiggle them around.

“But..” Your protess are weak as you look up at him, confused.

“Close your eyes and just let me hold you okay” Kissing your head lightly, he moves your head onto his chest, so you can hear his heartbeat clearly. Nodding at his words, allowing yourself to relax in his arms. Smiling weakly as you allow yourself to feel safe in his arms.

~~~

You're not sure how long you lay there, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms. The way he strokes your hair as he feels you coming around makes you smile sleepy as you open your eyes.

“How are you feeling?” His voice is soft as he asks, watching you closely. Having this unknown emotain fill his heart as he sees you sit up. 

“So good, that was amazing” Giggling softly as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Good, do you need anything?” He asks tenderly, shaking your head at him lightly.

“I'm good, but thanks Sir” Smiling at him sleepy, not feeling entirely like yourself.

“Aaron” He corrects you quickly, “No need for Sir right now”

“Oh right” Blushing lightly. “Sorry, Aaron” 

“Don’t apologies” His smile is contagious, making you smile slightly at him. 

“I uh, you didn’t cum” Glancing at his lips instead of his eyes. Feeling awkwardly embarrassed for not getting him there.

“That doesn’t matter” He shakes his head smirking. “I had fun so you don’t need to worry about that, ever”

“Yeah but..”

“No buts, You told me none of your partners have ever put your pleasure first I want to change that” He admits shyly, his cheeks filling with warmth.

“Well you definitely did that” Laughing softly as you go to reach for your top that is lying beside him. 

~~~

Aaron smiles softly, picking up your shirt, handing it over to you. 

“Do you want to have a shower first, you can get all cleaned up before we have to pick Jack up?” Aaron speaks slowly, quietly. Worried that he may have pushed you too far, right now he isn’t sure how you feel and all he wants to do is look after you. 

Smiling softly as you feel your face heat up at the way he is looking after you. Making you feel special and cared for, something you have never gotten after sex, especially due to your past relationships. You always thought that Aaron would be a dotting partner, a big softy once you get past the hard stubborn present he has upfront. But you just also never imagined that he would also be that kinky. 

“I would like that, thank you” Smiling softly as you slowly sit up. Waiting a little bit until you think your legs will be strong enough to carry you to the bathroom. 

~~~

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[alexandrastr12]

— dream log: monday, march 3, 2025 ⋆.˚ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

My seniors and I are having a picnic lunch near the place I leave. We roll out a classic checker-patterned blanket in the middle of the road for some reason and sit there. As we eat, we converse. I'm pretty close with all of them, but I'm closest with Aaron. He's the most extroverted out of the three of them. Following Aaron are Jared and Kevin, who is the most quiet, calm, and introverted of them all.

"Did you know, Kevin has a crush on you?" Aaron blurts out of nowhere, his mouth still stuffed with food.

"Huh?" I replied, confused and startled.

I look to Kevin's direction. His face is hard to read, but I can tell that he's embarrassed because his face turns a little red.

"Yeah, he pretty much talks about you all the time. Even today he's mentioned your name 32 times. Imagine how Jared and I have to put up with it," says Aaron.

Kevin is a character. He's kind, calm, and can make you feel safe and relaxed whenever he's around. I spend a lot of time with him in the library just studying and doing our own things. Whenever I encounter a math problem that I can't solve or get stuck when writing an essay, I can always rely on him. We would sit next to each other and he'd lean toward me to take a closer look at what he'll be working on for me.

Or when we're at the cafeteria and it's packed like BestBuy on a Black Friday, he would hold my hand so I don't get lost in the crowd.

Now that I think about it, when it comes to me, he would always be the first to act. So attentive, so caring, so sweet.

I should have seen the signs. I should have noticed it earlier. Because I've always liked him and we could have done something about it sooner.

Out of nowhere, a tear falls down my cheek. I look at Kevin and give him the most sincere and loving smile I've ever smiled in my life. I love him. I want to be with him.

"BANG! BANG!"

What happened? Why is Kevin laying there not saying anything? Why is there blood coming out of his chest?

I sit there in shock. Aaron is also lying on the ground, bleeding out. Only I and Jared seem to be unscratched. He's also shocked, wide-eyed. I turn my head around. Far behind me is a guy in all black and a balaclava pointing a gun in our direction—Kevin's direction. A couple of seconds later, a police officer appears and arrests the guy.

I turn my head back to the boy in front of me and hold his lifeless body in my arms.

Kevin is gone. He was just here, though, smiling to me.

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—⋆⭒˚.⋆ a/n: this weird ahh dream DESTROYED me. i woke up today feeling an overwhelming depression and longing for somebody & a love the never existed. ruined my morning (╥‸╥) it's my first entry and the first time i opened tumblr in SO long, so i'm sorry that the writing's bad. i've been having dreams almost every night lately (which might be why i feel exhausted during the day). so i thought, why not just write down all the dreams i have (for entertainment purposes) hehehe. anyway, thanks for reading 𖹭.ᐟ

-a.🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

[metaphoricalcolours]

it makes so much sense that aaron dessner cowrote the secret of us with gracie, i mean it was only a matter of time until this album sneaked its way into my life. i didn't listen to it immediately but of course it was gonna be over as soon as i felt hit by free now... especially the bridge. it wasn't enough for mr dessner to work with taylor on some of her most heartbreaking songs ever, no, he just HAD to keep the job going with other artists... i told you things is my year in a nutshell, nothing less. it has truly been a let it happen to i told you things pipeline, what an absolute fail. blowing smoke? i knew it, i know you? i love you, i'm sorry? "and i'm not gonna miss his shitty friends and nights of their binge drinkin' / and i'm not gonna miss his old inflated ego, shallow thinkin" in tough love? "pull the trigger on the gun i gave you when we met" in close to you???? gave you i, gave you i??? and, ironically, us. isn't even my favourite song on the album but "if history's clear, someone always ends up in ruins / and I history's clear, the flames always end up in ashes" makes me sick! YOU NEVER READ UP ON IT, SHAME, COULD'VE LEARNED SOMETHING! a since we're talking about aaron and taylor... the bridge of that's so cool, of course... "made it out alive, but i think i lost it, said that i was fine, said it from my coffin, remember how i died when you started walking, that's my life"??? and seeing how great someone is, calling them special only for them to show you in the worst ways how wrong you were about them. "but i know what i know and you're just another dude". it's embarrassing and humiliating to think about how much you invested in someone, from every point of view, only for them to prove they were either putting on the greatest act in history, or that you were the one who saw them in a different light. "waited for your walls to close on me, they did, i spun 'round, hate the way i spun 'round, all the way till i could barely breathe / "you paint a picture of us just to burn it, fool, i'm a fool if the shoe fits" in cool?? i truly believe art finds us when we most need it and i think i listened to this album at the right time. ironically, i'd shown it to the person all those songs ended up reminding me of -only having listened to us. at the time- and that will always sting. you just don't expect someone you love to make you relate to lyrics that make you feel like your heart's being ripped out of your chest, do you?

"don't stop talking to me and maybe stay here forever." ha, this timing. the deluxe version of TSOU came out after the events. but this person happened when i least expected them to, when i wasn't even looking for somebody, just like in packing it up. but this year has taught me something, don't let them know we're in pain. limit feeling. shitshows only happen when you tell and show people how you feel. you'll give them your heart and they'll tear it apart and walk out. if you put your pain on display, people won't soothe it even if they pretend to care, how foolish i was to believe, or at least hope for that. they'll know exactly how to hurt you and take advantage of it. showing your feelings is the beginning of your downfall.

if it feels like a trap, you're already in one.

[qnewsau]

Gogglebox Australia's Tim Lai married his partner Mark

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/gogglebox-australias-tim-lai-married-his-partner-mark/

Gogglebox Australia's Tim Lai married his partner Mark

Gogglebox Australia‘s Tim Lai got married to his partner of 25 years Mark in Melbourne on the weekend 

The couple were surrounded by family and chosen family as they celebrated at a ceremony at the Old Melbourne Gaol.

“It was an incredible fairy tale wedding. Everyone told us that marriage is like a life sentence, so we figured why not get married in Melbourne’s oldest gaol?” Tim told QNews.

“For us to actually now be to be together and have it be legally recognized is the most amazing thing.

“I’ve got friends from and family from Malaysia who are part of the LGBTQIA+ community. Unfortunately, they’re not allowed to live their authentic selves. They were blown away that we can publicly get married and show our love for each other.”

Their wedding was officiated by Mark’s best friend from high school, with family and friends creating floral arrangements and taking care of the photos, as well as a magnificent cake baked by Aaron Hawton from The Great Australian Bake Off.

“We spent six months collaborating over the flavours,” Tim told us.

“One tear was a Malaysian flavour classic Kaya, which is a coconut jam with a pandan sponge. The second was a black sesame and yuzu curd. It was delicious.”

But why have just one wedding…

Tim laughed, “When we first met 25 years ago, we actually said that if it was ever legalized we’d never get married. We’d do it purely so that all our hetero friends would have to pay back all the presents we’ve given them!”

But he and Mark have come up with a special way to mark their nuptials. Instead of a honeymoon, they spoke to us this morning from Melbourne airport, as they head overseas to get married again!

“Melbourne was actually the first, the legal wedding with our biological family and a few chosen family who couldn’t make it to our second wedding,” he said from Melbourne Airport.

By the time this interview is published, Tim and Mark will be on a plane flying to Scotland. There, they’ll hold their second wedding with chosen family and loved ones from around the world.

“My best man is my best mate since high school and he’s organising a stag do which happens to coincide with Edinburgh Pride. Apparently, we’re marching! He’s told me to be prepared to be embarrassed in public.”

Tim told us, “Despite what people may think, I don’t actually like attention on me.

“Having every single set of eyes on both my husband and I this weekend was quite intense.

“But being able to be legally recognized as everyone else, having this equality that all my heteronormative friends have always had, when Mark and I have been together for so long is the most amazing thing.

“It’s really special to be together and have it legally recognised.”

Congratulations and have a safe trip, Tim and Mark! Enjoy your next wedding and time in Scotland.

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

[dominickeating-source]

60 Second Interview (2002) by James Ellis

DOMINIC KEATING FIRST came to fame in this country as Tony on Channel 4's first black sitcom, Desmond's, before flying to LA to seek stardom in Hollywood. Eight years and several dodgy series later, he landed the role of the token Brit, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed, on the new Star Trek spin-off, Enterprise.

What was it like arriving in LA? I rented out my flat and I had this old beach buggy that I bought at the height of my 15 minutes of fame in Desmond's. It never rains in California, so I sent it by boat along the Panama Canal and of course it rained incessantly for six weeks when I got there. I set off two days after the earthquake of September 1994 and I was at my mum's house here looking at the devastation on her little telly in the kitchen going, 'Oh, my God!' But I still went over.

What's the most embarrassing show you've had to do? I gate crashed my first LA audition - it was a Showtime equivalent of the Red Shoe Diaries [erotic drama] called Love Street and, what do you know, I got the lead. I played an ex-pop star who's had one massive hit before drying up. His girlfriend died of a drug overdose in the middle of his fame and then, through the love of a very cute girl with fake bosoms, he manages to write another huge hit.

Pure Shakespeare... It read really well. Great pop star, fabulous house, he's really cool, makes love by a fireplace, his manager doesn't like what he's doing, he makes love by a swimming pool. You think it's very Al Pacino but, unfortunately, with a soft lens and commercials every ten minutes, it doesn't quite come together like that.

As a Brit, do you get typecast? There are certain roles they think of you for as an Englishman and there are certain roles you can only aspire to. You know: devilishness - love the voice; pop star - love the voice; hairdresser - love the voice.

Bond villain? Bond villain - love the voice. But doctor on a medical show? Never gonna happen. Well, whats-her-name [Alex Kingston] did get ER . There's no real rhyme or reason to it. Maybe it's opening up. Look at anything by Aaron Spelling - no accents whatsoever. They just didn't trust the demographic. They didn't want anyone in Wiscokey-nowhere going, 'What the hell did he say?'

What do you miss about the UK? It's the old things - Marmite, the sense of humour. Actually, in my local store in Beachwood Canyon, there's an English corner now, and you can get everything, even PG Tips.

How is dealing with Klingons? I got beat up by one the other day. This Klingon supermodel smacked the s**t out of me!

Sounds like one of those Red Shoe Diaries... Yeah, it does, doesn't it? Apparently Klingon women do have the strength of five men, so I shouldn't be too embarrassed. And she jumped me, so I was taken by surprise.

What's the strangest question you've been asked? I liked the one you just asked, about the most embarrassing thing, and I didn't even tell you about the drag act. We were called Feeling Mutual! Am I a fool for telling you about that one? Oh, who cares. I made my professional debut doing a drag act. I got my Equity card doing it. We first performed at the Vauxhall Tower, in 1985 or 1986. We were a double act, me and a boy called JonJon who I met in my dance class at the time.

What will you do after the series has finished? I'm ready for the fact that this may be the last gig I ever do, but it might be the beginning of something huge. I'm a good character actor, and I hope this is going to be the launch pad. And, in the meantime, I'm taking myself off to directorial school. I'm learning how to direct because there is this other pathway you can take during Star Trek, Star Trek University they call it.

That happens a lot in the States, no? Well, Jason Priestley was allowed to do Beverly Hills 90210 to keep him happy and Shannen Doherty was doing Charmed for a while.

But you've got nothing to do with Aaron Spelling... Erm, well, sort of covertly, the guy who directed our pilot is Aaron Spelling's right-hand man, Jim Conway. I played golf with him the other day.

Is it good to be back in the UK? Tell me about it, mate. Actually I'm really excited, coming home. This is what I always dreamed of. You know, going to America, in some way making it and coming back here going, 'Look ma, I'm top of the world!

Source: www.dominickeating.com