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

[naturecalls111]

[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

[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.

[bebanie]

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐜.𝐬 !

yn, a famous YouTube part of the slushynoobz clan reveals her crush during a q&a video,

All graphics, comments, etc are fake.

Okay next question! “What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”, I know you guys probably think it’s mint chocolate chip because I’m always eating it during livestreams but it’s actually plain ol’ vanilla ..I know lame but I think it’s a flavor that you just can’t hate

Moving on, “most embarrassing moment?”, hmm I think it would have to be when hamzah made me wear that fake gucci tracksuit out in public, that was pretty bad I don’t think I can recover from that. Actually scratch that any moment with Martin and Aaron too, i don’t know how Mandy does it.

ok let’s see what we have here..”do you actually go to Harvard?” yes I do! I’ve been so busy with school and haven’t been posting a lot which I apologize for but I’m trying to balance both things. It was a very hard move from Canada to Massachusetts since I had to leave all of my freinds and family behind but I’m so glad they’re all very supportive.

let me know if you guys want a ‘day in my life’ type of video.

oh I like this question, it gets straight to the point. “Where is the cat?” butterscotch is right here, she’s just gotten a little camera shy over the years, she was just a little kitty when I first started my channel and now she’s just turned 3! But yes the cat is safe and sound, I take her with me everywhere I go.

okayy this is the most asked for question “do you have a boyfriend?” guys….I do…NOT have a boyfriend! I haven’t met anyone that I see myself dating, so for the time being unless Christopher sturniolo himself asks me out then I’m still single….im kind of joking, don’t clip that!

sonotyn

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sonotyn new YouTube video out now! 🪽

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liliarosepalaza THE CUTEST PATOOTIE EVER

→ sonotyn WE NEED TO HANG OUT AGAIN ASAP !!!!

ningningisme my queen 🫶🏻😋👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

→ sonotyn 😫😫my love

drewphilips gatekeeper

→ sonotyn booo

hamzahthefantastic first of all those tracksuits were real and second of all your favorite ice cream is NOT vanilla.

→ sonotyn how are you going to tell me what I like?..

thatkidmartin girls night!!⭐️⭐️

→ sonotyn YESSS🩷🩷🩷

user @christophersturniolo

christophersturniolo hey

christophersturniolo hiiii

→ user once was enough buddy

Christophersturniolo started following you.

ba.byn

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ba.byn OMG IM GONNA DIEEEEEEEE

mandyslore ITS HAPPENING

→ ba.byn I’m freaking tf out rn should I slide in that dm?

→ mandyslore he needs to make the first move 🙄

martinskid some lady on live said that you’re not supposed to say your wants out loud or else they don’t become true😒

→ ba.byn shut up, im going to remove you

→ martinskid NO I JUST GOT ACCEPTED

→ martinskid 🎶im not a perfect person🎶. you get it, like the song 😂😂

thefantastic hm…😷

→ ba.byn you guys don’t get me

→ enumoz I do😈

→ josiahhhhhhhh speaking from experience? 😉

→ ba.yn removed , @martinskid you’re next

→ enumoz as you should

Inspired by the queen @sirenedeslily

this is just part 1 I’m too lazy to finish it and edit it, feel like I haven’t posted in a while sorry about that ⭐️

[greg-montgomery]

Your love is in trouble

pic by: @masterwords

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: You agreed to go on a date for the first time after breaking up with your boyfriend, Aaron - it’s not going well.

based on this post <3

Warnings: angst ❤️‍🔥 lmfaoo

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Hitting the shuffle button after picking a playlist to keep you company while getting ready turned out to be a huge mistake. You can never know if your and your ex’s song might randomly play, making you cry - just an hour before your first date with another man.

First date: first in every sense of the word. Your first date with this Ryan guy, your first date after him. Him, Aaron Hotchner, your Aaron, the man you had been trying for months now to get over.

You felt embarrassed, using a q-tip to fix your mascara, as the tears started to fill the corners of your eyes. This was a first date, you should have been smiling and dancing to happy songs and giggling while texting your friends about Ryan. Not crying over your ex-boyfriend, again.

The song was still playing and you knew you should have just turn it off, but you hadn’t let yourself listen to it in so long, and deep down you wanted to let yourself drown in your memories of him. No matter how much it hurt.

You stared at Aaron as he put the pizza in the oven. Two years and you still couldn’t get enough of his broad shoulders. As soon as he turned around, you walked straight into his arms and pulled him into a tight hug, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

The romantic song that was playing in the background fit the moment perfectly. You started whispering the lyrics against his skin, meaning every single word.

“This song reminds me of you,” you said. “Of us.”

He didn’t answer immediately, you guessed he was paying attention to the lyrics.

A few moments later he finally spoke. “We should dance to it then.”

Aaron took your hand and gave you a little spin, before pulling you against his body, swinging both of you slowly to the rhythm of the song.

“I love you,” he whispered, leaving a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too, honey.”

“It’s really growing on me,” he said, referring to the song. “We should dance to it on our wedding.”

“Aaron!” you whined, and let your head drop on his chest.

He chuckled and pulled you closer, always loving seeing you flustered.

You would never forgive the two of you for ruining the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to you. You let work schedules and stupid fights get between two people in love.

The sound of a notification from your phone disturbed your thoughts. It was your best friend.

Ready for tonight? :)

You sighed, and dropped the phone on your bed. She was the reason you had agreed to go on that damn date. “You can’t cry over him forever,” “It’s time to move on, my love,” “If you don’t give him a chance, how will you know?”

The fact that you felt pathetic and lonely had also contributed to you saying yes. Maybe Ryan wouldn’t be that bad, after all.

Except he was. Well, maybe not bad. But he wasn’t Aaron and you made the mistake of comparing Ryan to him in every one of his moves.

He didn’t pull out your chair like Aaron always did, he got offended by your sarcastic comments instead of replying with the same energy, he didn’t fight you when you offered to split the bill, and he didn’t insist on driving you home himself. You figured he got mad because you declined his offer to join him for a drink to his place and that was why he didn’t even wait for you to call a taxi.

For some reason, though, you hadn’t called a taxi yet. Instead you were standing outside the restaurant, staring at a contact you hadn’t dared to call in a very long time.

“Honey 🧡”

Okay, maybe it was toxic that you hadn’t changed the name of his contact yet – or that you hadn’t deleted it at all – but you had never claimed to be perfect.

You took a deep breath and called his number, fast, so you wouldn’t have time to think this rationally and change your mind.

Aaron answered your call even faster.

“Hello?”

Your eyes closed at the sound of his deep voice. You had missed him.

“Aaron?”

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Is something wrong?”

There were a lot of things you could have said, but talking with him broke your heart all over again, and you started crying; your sobs making it hard for you to speak clearly. “Can you uhm…can you come pick me up, Aaron?”

“Tell me where you are.”

It was impossible for you to stop crying, so there were still tears in your eyes when Aaron arrived and parked his car right in front of you. You got in quickly, doing your best to avoid eye contact.

The car smelled like his cologne; a comforting scent to you, helping you to calm down.

He started the car, without saying a word. You didn’t dare to speak either, but you could tell by the direction of the car, he was driving you home.

“I was on a date,” you finally said.

His knuckles turned white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Did he do anything to you?” he asked, coldly.

“No.”

A deep sigh escaped him, and it was clear that it was a sigh of relief.

“Why did you call me, Y/N?”

“I miss you,” you admitted. “I was crying about you before my date. I am crying now that it’s over. I’m tired.”

Aaron was silent and you felt panic taking over your body. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. Or if there’s someone in your life-”

“There’s no one else,” he cut you off.

You wished you were a profiler like him; to be able to read him and his reactions. Was he angry? Was he annoyed? Was he over you? Closed off Aaron was your least favourite Aaron. You wanted to know him, to understand him.

“Aaron, talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, frustrated.

“How you feel!” you said.

“I’m upset you called.”

“Okay,” you said, softly. “I understand.”

His silence was driving you crazy, so you spoke again. “Thank you for coming even though I upset you.”

“I’ll always come when you call,” he answered. How could he say such sweet words with such a cold tone? You missed the days where he’d call you his love with a voice sweet like honey.

When you finally arrived at your place, Aaron got out of the car first and before you even had the chance to unbuckle your seat belt, he was opening the door for you.

Standing in front of him, you finally looked into his eyes. Yours were shinning with tears still, and you swore Aaron almost said something about it.

“Well…thank you again. And, I’m really sorry for upsetting you. It was immature of me to call you like that. It’s just been hard, you know?”

Aaron simply nodded.

“Okay…goodnight then,” you said, defeated, and turned around.

But as you did, you felt Aaron wrapping his hand around your wrist, pulling you back and into his arms.

You let yourself break down completely, your face buried in his chest. His arms tightened around you, and you thought you could stay like that with him forever. It was safe and warm in his embrace, so you cried and sobbed while he rubbed your back in soothing circles.

“Shh…” he said. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I’m here.”

“You’re here.”

“I am.”

“Don’t ever leave me again,” you begged him.

“I won’t. I promise, my love,” he promised, and pulled back just enough to finally kiss your lips the way you’d been dying to.

“Let’s go inside, okay?”

“Okay.”

[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

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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.

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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.” 

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So…Dixon

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • By the power vested in me—-Why the fuck would you get married in a situation like this?! • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries

“Y/N marry me now”

“Wait. Really? Now?!”

“Good time now”

Y/N gave Daryl a puzzled look as the two were held up in a room with Gabriel and Aaron with walkers pounding on the door for starters while they were struggling to plan a way out. Leaving to the feeling of this could be it hence why Daryl is taking the jump.

“Yeah, when the hell else when we might not make it out?”

“Seriously, Daryl?” Aaron couldn’t help the nervous laugh to escape him. “There have been plenty of other opportunities to pop the question”

“I’ve popped the question many times” Daryl states watching Y/N’s face soften as the two continue to lean against the door to keep the herd from coming in. “She’s said yes to every time, but the time was never right. Now it is”

“Daryl…”

“Well. Thankfully I’m here” Gabriel rises to his feet with the help of Aaron by his side still applying pressure to the gash he received running into the office like room at the last minute. “Are you two prepared?”

“Hell yeah I am”

“I’ve always been” Y/N gave Daryl a smile that turned into panic at the most recent shove of the door. He quickly took a hold of her hand into his squeezing it tightly distracting her from the other side.

“Now if you don’t mind my informal way of officiating” Gabriel clears his throat. “We’re gathered here today with God as our witness to watch the union of Y/F/N Y/L/N and Daryl Dixon…”

“Skip the long bits!” They both yelled in unison as the shoving became more aggressive in the other end.

Please. God give me more time Y/N frowns anxiously pressing herself as firmly as she could against the door while her other half did the same still having a tight grip on her hand.

We are not dying here Daryl kept repeating in his head as Gabriel went fast through the boring bits of union before getting to the good part.

“Vows?”

“Seriously?! We are in a predicament! I don’t think there is time for that” Aaron frowns as he checked around the room they were in for any way out. “This isn’t how I wanted to be your best man” he whispers angrily to himself.

The archer couldn’t help the scoff toward his friend as Y/N started to grow even more anxious over their situation.

“D. I—-“

“I’ve got vows. I had them ready for years” Daryl interrupts Y/N giving it a second before taking a breath. “I’ve loved yea…since the first day we met and yeah that was the day Merle finally got his shit rocked but still.”

________

“We got a looker, baby bro” Merle smirks bringing himself dangerously close to the unknown woman.

That when she straightened up to feel the unfamiliar body against her, she quickly swung back and threw her fist right into the man’s jaw. Merle instantly went down and the shock expression on her face went toward fear for a moment but when she looked up to the man’s brother. He was pretty neutral about it, making her relax but still blush out of embarrassment for doing that.

“Sorry”

“He deserved it” He laughs to himself as Merle groans holding his jaw. “I’m Daryl”

“Y/N”

________

Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips making Daryl smile at the sight.

“I knew then that…you were the best thing to ever happen to me and I made a promise then that I would do everything in my power to protect you. I enforce that further now.” Daryl states, readjusting when another push caught him off balance. “Over the years…you’ve loved me through everything. Every fight. Every death. Every new place. Every war…You never left. Didn’t give up on me when I was a pain in the ass…you stayed…you were there when I always needed you”

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The gates to Hilltop open letting Daryl that had just escaped the Sanctuary within its walls to keep him safe. His mind was still back at the line up as he didn’t want to lock eyes with Maggie when he arrived but he didn’t hesitate when she hugged him upon his return to a sense of safety.

“She’s going to flip…and cancel her plans to rescue you” Maggie whispers to Daryl feeling him tighten his arms around her.

Knowing that she was referring to Y/N who stood in the middle of the trailer packing up enough to help get Daryl out. But right before she even stepped toward the door, it opened without her noticing and she found herself locking eyes with the man she loves.

“Sunshine…”

“…Love..” Y/N dropped everything and completely fell apart right before his eyes as she quickly shortened the distance feeling him grab her tugging her into him faster. “Oh thank god”

“You’re okay”

“You are too” Y/N sobbed into his chest holding onto him feeling him only tighten his grasp on her. As if she’d perish if he lets go. “You’re never leaving me…never again…that son of a bitch will pay”

“He will…and I ain’t going anywhere”

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“You’re patient…kind…forgiving…hell anybody would be lucky to have you and I’m the lucky one. I’ve got the fucking prize that is you and all I want to do is spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” Daryl said sternly confirming to everyone in that room that he would do everything in his power to get them all out of there safely.

He needs to spend the rest of his days on that planet with her.

“Uh. Y/N your vows?” Gabriel directs it now toward her as Aaron took his attention for a second to help him with a window.

“If you don’t got anythin’ I—-“

“Daryl I’ve been wanting to marry you since we arrived at Alexandria and they gave us a place. Just us…I know what I’m going to say to you” Y/N gave him a smile feeling his hand squeeze hers once more. “So you better shut up and listen”

“Yes ma’am” Daryl smirks loving that fire in her that can never be burned out.

“You have always been my safe haven. A home to come to at the end of a hard day. I never needed a physical place to be as long as I had you” and the tears formed when they were rattled once again by the walkers insisting on breaking through. “You’re my best friend. So overwhelmingly caring for others…you always put yourself last and I both hate and admire you for that. You kept me safe for all these years and all I want to do is continue to be safe in your embrace while you’re safe in mine.”

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“Long day?” Y/N questions her tired partner as he brought himself toward her taking the book from her hands. “I’ll take that as a yes” as he soon laid on the couch laying onto her already sprawled self.

“Missed you”

“I missed you too, my love”

“Nah…Not as much as I did” Daryl hums softly, feeling her fingers gently run themselves through his hair…being ever so careful with the knots that may be in the strands.

“Another one of…those days?”

Daryl nods snuggling himself into her embrace even more as she brought her free hand to rub circles on his back helping him relax. Those days refer to the hard ones. The ones where you get triggered unexpectedly. Making you more anxious and stressed just from standing wherever you may be.

The archer was relieved to return home. Knowing she will always help him in those moments…even if there was no more words exchanged or what may have floated in the mind. Simply laying in her embrace knowing she’s there and alive.

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“You say you’re the lucky one. But I’m so goddamn lucky” Y/N sobbed as the pounding grew harder making them both squeeze the shit out of their hands. Daryl pressed his forehead against Y/N’s reminding her that he’s there. “I can’t picture a life without you Daryl Dixon. You’re the love of my life and I have never been happier than I am with every waking moment spent with you. I’m not giving up on the rest of our lives. We deserve more time”

And that felt like a switch had been flicked. As the pounding continued and it started to become unbearable. The sound of broken glass pierced through their thoughts as both watch Aaron use the mace on his metal arm to clear the glass out before hoisting Gabriel up first and through.

“Y/N your next” Aaron states as Y/N was about to protest until Daryl shoved her toward him. Now being the sole person keeping the walkers from coming through.

Even with a bit of thrashing, Y/N got pulled through leaving the two alone in the small room.

“Go Aaron”

“I have a plan and you’re following or we’re both fucked” Aaron threats slightly as Daryl nods letting his friend take the lead on this.

The door he was holding shut had those handles big enough to push something through to hold it close. They had thought about the discarded plywood but it was too damp and flimsy to give them time to think and escape from the beginning. But then Aaron knew what to do.

Aaron brought himself to the handles, shoving his metal arm through. Something strong enough that’ll last at least two to escape. Once he detached himself, he shoved Daryl toward the window quickly as the two flinched when the pounding grew even louder than ever. Both Gabriel and Y/N pulled Daryl through as he was respectably shoved away by the pastor letting the two help Aaron out keeping in mind it may be a bit difficult with only one hand to grab.

Thankfully…they were all safe. With a few cuts and bruises from the run that lead to this mess. Y/N watches the basement flood with the walkers through the broken basement window as she sighs with relief turning toward Daryl who hasn’t stopped staring at her.

“What?”

“We gotta finish”

“I’m not the officiant” Y/N laughs in Gabriel’s direction as he straightens himself up before approaching the two.

“Now I can have this be my way with peace. Join hands” Gabriel smiles watching Y/N take Daryl’s hands into hers as he playfully scoffed. “I assume you don’t have a ring so—-“

“Nah. I’ve got it” Daryl lets go of one of her hands to go into a small pocket Carol made for him in his vest to take the ring out. A ring made for her by Eugene. As it also came with the accompanied groom’s ring.

“Alrighty then. Wear these rings as a reminder of the vows you have just taken”

Daryl carefully slips on Y/N’s ring first before she did his as she couldn’t help but notice the smallest agate gemstone in her band.

“Daryl, do you take Y/N to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage?  Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?”

“Fuck yeah I do” Daryl smirks enjoying her giggle in response as Gabriel rolls his eyes smiling even more.

“And do you Y/N, take Daryl to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage?  Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?”

Y/N couldn’t contain her excited smile and the butterflies fluttering in her stomach looking up at her man.

“I do”

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you…husband and wife” Gabriel smiles watching the two look at him impatiently for the last obvious part as he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “Do I really need to state the fucking obvious for you two? You know you have to kiss the bride!”

And with that Daryl instantly pressed his lips against hers as she brought her arms around his neck feeling his wrap around her middle. The archer picked her up, not separating from her lips enjoying this moment even more. The two witnessing whistled and congratulated the two.

Next thing they knew, they were all finally heading home. Daryl and Y/N hand in hand.

“So…Dixon?” He smirks enjoying already that she now bears his last name.

“You know it, love”

[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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Gogglebox Australia's Tim Lai married his partner Mark

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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.

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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

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Random P5 Verse Headcanons

No rhyme or reason to it, I just thought of two of these which reminded me of another, so I figured I'd make a post about 'em.

So first up, I think almost every single one of the Palace Rulers would call Aaron an "insect," which slowly start to get on his nerves because "Spiders are arachnids! How do you not know that??"

And when I say almost, I mean everyone but Sae and Futaba. Sae because she just seems like she would know that for some reason, and Futaba because she isn't trying to antagonize any of the team so her Shadow doesn't really call them anything.

At first, he just starts off jokingly correcting them, but the more often it happens, the more it starts to annoy him. Like "Does nobody know basic Animal Taxonomy??"

Eventually he gets used to it for the most part, but he still finds it a little bit annoying.

The second Headcanon is one that I posted a few times on Twitter, but I don't think I ever did so here, and that is that Aaron could not take Kaneshiro's shadow seriously.

Like don't get me wrong, at first he totally bought into the whole "Yakuza tough guy" thing he was going for, all the way up until it came time to fight him... Because then he turned into a fly man... and started talking "gangsta."

Yeah, no he could not stop laughing for the first like 5 minutes of that fight, to the point that his sides hurt, which ticked Kaneshiro off to no end, but he didn't care. The guy ruined his whole image the second he started trying to act cool, which Aaron would proceed to mock him relentlessly for, making several quips about "You do know what spiders do to flies, right??"

This actually worked to the team's advantage, because Kaneshiro was so focused on trying to shut him up, that the rest of the gang were allowed to get several free hits in. Aaron did take a major beating, but it's not like he couldn't handle it. In fact, the "mock the enemy relentlessly" strategy was one they'd use for pretty much every boss to follow, aside from Sae, Akechi, and Shido. (Sae because he didn't want to make fun of her with her sister right there, not to mention they were kinda trying to save her, so it wouldn't have felt right. Akechi because he was way too ticked off to make jokes, and Shido because it wasn't really necessary, as he kinda was going to target Aaron regardless, plus the rest of the team rightfully didn't think it was the best idea to further antagonize the strongest foe they've faced by far)

Finally, a bit more lighthearted one. Even though this doesn't really happen in-game, I like to imagine Aaron and his Aunt talked regularly throughout his probation, just call her up to chat and get her up to speed with what's going on (minus any Phantom Thieves shenanigans of course). They're really close, so I have a hard time believing she wouldn't call to check in on him unless there was a reason she couldn't. And as petty as Shido can be, I doubt he'd be willing to waste time keeping her from calling him just to isolate him further or something

So yeah, they talk often, at least until after Christmas when his powers reawaken, since he gets a lot busier after that. But whenever they do talk, he brings up his friends quite often, only getting more frequent the closer he gets with them. He absolutely adores his teammates, so of course he'd gush about them to his "mom" whenever he got the chance. (Though he'd make sure to leave out any personal/embarrassing details that may have happened, like during their confidants for example, since those aren't his to tell)

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4*TOWN as Your Seatmate in Class - Highschool AU

Gen. ;; Fluff + tiny amounts of angst - Headcanons/Scenarios

Warnings ;; Bullying + Stress (Robaire's section)

Proofread + Edited ;; No, sorry !!

Auth. Note ;; This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I'm an idiot and forgot to finish Tae Young's section and when I noticed I was too tired to write anything remotely good :'D !!

Also, quick disclaimer, I'm not American so I have no idea what type of school system they have over there, I'm basing this high school experience off of my own experience :)

I really struggled with writing Z's and Tae's and I think it's obvious in both the length and the quality so I hope you can forgive me (especially Tae's in comparison to the last one)

Enjoy !!

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Aaron T - The One Who Steals Your Shit

It's a hate-love relationship

You hate when he asks to borrow your stuff

You love when he leaves you alone

Not one single class goes by where T isn't asking you for something

A pencil, a pen, a ruler, a rubber (eraser), tape, colouring pencils, specifically a purple crayon, post-it notes, a compass and protractor, glue - things that you can find in most shops

Has this man never heard of the stationary section ??

You don't even know why T needs half the stuff he asks you for given it's an English class but there we go-

It's gotten to the point where you're just giving him your pencil case before he even opens his mouth

T gets this goofy grin whenever you give him what he needs (which is every time he asks)

And maybe you keep giving him your stuff just to see that grin

What of it ??

Look,, I'm not saying you're a simp

But I'm not not saying you're a simp either

It's okay, we all go through our phases

One day I'm sure you'll be able to look at a pretty boy and not throw your empty wallet at his feet

But until that day it looks like Mr. Aaron T has got you wrapped around his finger

It's not all one-sided though !!

Because T's got a secret (Another day, I'm back at school. I thin about him, he's so cool !!)

He absolutely has every single piece of stationary he's ever asked you for in his bag

I don't mean he's stolen your stuff

I mean T already has all the stationary he needs in his bag he just chooses not to get it out so that he has a reason to talk to you

Yeah this is that trope - buckle in

Mama T has made sure her baby has everything he ever will ever need and makes him pack his bag every night before school

So I bet you're wondering how you found out about this

If you weren't wondering before you better start now

Well, friend, it was the unzipped backpack trap

Y'know when you're walking and your bag is completely open

Oh yeah

You know exactly where I'm going with this

It was the end of class (and the day) and everyone was packing up or already gone - you got back the fineliner T had borrowed and you were ready to go home

And then the loudest unzipping sound came from your right

You turned just in time to see a waterfall of multi-coloured stationary fall out of an unzipped pencil case that was falling out of an unzipped bag

And a frozen T, watching as all his stuff went crashing into the floor, stood with his bag swung in front of him as he prepared to leave

Mans is giving all fish a run for their money with his impression rn

Poor boy is just opening and closing his mouth trying to think of something to say

And you have so many things to say you can't choose which one to say first !!

T glances at you...and then tries his best to avoid your attempts at eye contact

"Who put all of that in there...haha...wow..."

The loudest snort escapes you as you cover your mouth trying to muffle your laughter

T can't help but smile - at least you were laughing, despite his embarrassment at least you didn't hate him

Bit dramatic but then again this would be boring if it wasn't

"You're such an idiot, oh my god" in between wheezes, snorts and loud hyena laughter

As T joins you in laughter he finds himself glad that this happened, even if it is a blow to his ego, otherwise he would never know this side of you

From this day on, T pledges to be the reason you smile brighter and laugh louder every day

Jesse - The One Who's Never Paying Attention

Jesse's the kinda bitch who gets the highest grades every time - he's top of the class in most things - yet he never pays attention

And its beginning to get to you

Big time

And you're way too sleep deprived to be dealing with this mental stress rn

Sitting next to this boy is torture because as you put all of your effort into focusing and still struggle to keep up with the lesson while Jesse has no problems

So confident in his abilities that he doesn't even try

Which definitely isn't the case

I think Jesse is someone who cares deeply about doing well in school, though he'd never admit it (he definitely instilled this mindset into his kids too)

He studies every night at home and reads ahead on the material so he knows it in preparation for class

Because the teachers don't teach in a way he understands, it just doesn't click for him

So he takes his education into his own hands

King behaviour tbh

So during class time ?? He's completely up in the clouds

Jesse loves to sketch in class

He'd prefer pottery but y'know...not exactly possible to bring out his wheel in the middle of a maths lesson

Oh yeah, this is a maths class

So he sketches pottery designs and whatever catches his attention really

As Jesse sketches, you are contemplating putting yourself into a coma (death's straight up commitment dude and you're too indecisive for that-)

But for now slamming your head into your desk repeatedly will have to do :)

How the hell is any of what this teacher is babbling on about meant to make sense in any way, shape or form ??

Literally name a part of their "explanation" because you call bs !!

You keep quiet because imagine having the teacher call you out as you have a breakdown ?? literally bye

However, being your seatmate, Jesse has no choice but to pay attention

Literally, you're causing his lines to shake-

But also because you've caught Jesse's attention and your...movements are making you hard to draw

How can he draw that sparkle in your eyes if you're face down on your desk ??

A light tap on your shoulder brings you out of your wallowing

Fuck, the teacher's caught you now

They're gonna hate you for forever now and you're gonna fail because they'll make sure to never explain anything in a way you understand and fuck shit damn it you need to pass this class

You look up - ready to really put on a show of tears and pretend your friend's grandma's pet's uncle Gustopher died last night-

Oh...

...that's not a teacher

Arguably worse it's Mr. Know-It-All

And fuck if he doesn't look like god's gift to the world in this stupid lighting from this stupid angle which no one should look attractive from

It's official: you hate Jesse Whats-His-Last-Name

"You alright, love?"

(Because of course Jesse is just as free about pet names as he is when he's grown up - probably even more so)

GOD DAMMIT AISAKJBSLABDBC

How dare he use that on you ??

Especially looking like that

"...no."

WELL AREN'T YOU ARTICULATE ??

"Okay, how about you rest for a bit, I'll take some notes for you, alright?"

ADBSJJSKKAJCKDHGEJDNC

WHAT-

for you ?????

SKDFNKJHSDLVKNBJCB

You manage a nod and a watery smile

And somehow you manage to pass out for the rest of the lesson

...

You wake up to the sound of chairs scraping and loud talking

On the left side of your desk is a sheet of neatly written notes with diagrams (you could cry-)

As you pick it up to put away in a safe place you notice another piece of paper underneath it - folded.

Curiosity obviously wins out so you pick it up and are met with many sketches

Flowers, clouds, lots of pretty things

But the two noticeable drawings ??

They're of you

One of you staring forwards with your pen held against you bottom lip

And the other one of you sleeping at your desk

You couldn't lie they were beautiful

You were beautiful

Is this really how you look ??

Did Jesse see you this way ??

You hope he does

Speaking of- you look around for Jesse but he's long gone - along with everyone else

Better skedaddle before the teacher attempts conversation- oh wait they're gone too

Great ??

You let yourself smile as you slip both of the pieces of paper into your bag

Maybe he isn't so bad

Aaron Z - The One Who Comes to Class Injured

Oh man, you have major concerns about Z

Every other week he's sporting some new injury

A month or so ago he was on crutches with a sprained ankle

2 weeks ago he had a black eye

Last week he nearly ripped a tendon and wasn't allowed to come in

And now he's got himself a broken arm

Fucking how ??

What the hell is Z doing to get these injuries ??

Is someone hurting him ??

Is he getting into fights ??

Is the extracurricular sports he plays religiously ??

And why does he get extra desk space-

Just give him his own desk, dammit !!

And of course Z is so quiet that he barely has any friends in his classes and none of his actual friends seem to share any with him either

Which is so strange ??

Not one person really ??

So now you'd been lumped with the poor guy to help him out whenever he has an injury since you shared most (all ??) of his classes

Z just looks so uncomfortable whenever you're alone together

You'd be offended if you didn't know his personality

Unfortunately, his general discomfort makes you feel just as awkward as he does

And it's kind of a problem

Because your teachers keep looking at you like they're expecting something

Like you'll suddenly become besties

Which is...hopeful

And naive

Not that you wouldn't love to be friends with Z

The guy seems really cool

But...y'know

This bizarre buddy system had only recently taken place so you'd only been helping him since the start of the week

And it's already this bad

Not that Z's bad !!

He's fine

Great, even

Just...quiet ??

Again, not a bad thing !!

Just had to make a friend for life in these conditions, y'know ??

Doesn't help that your almost as awkward on a good day so...

You walk side by side, carrying both your and Z's bags to your next class which, surprise surprise, you share

Stuck in the monotony of school life your mind begins to wander

As you amble along Z begins sneaking glances at you

You sat next to him

You accepted to escorting him around school like a bodyguard

or worse...a babysitter

You offered him a smile every time he sat down next to you

You even offered to carry his bag when all you had to do was walk him to the next class

Why... ??

Why're you being so nice to a...not stranger...acquaintance ??

Sucked into his own thoughts Z didn't notice the small step in front of him

The sudden drop (though pretty small) was enough to send him flying into the wall shocking you both out of your stupors

You sprinted over, checking over him like a worried mother as Z stood there stewing in his embarrassment

"Oh my god! Please tell me you didn't break the other arm!"

"...it's fine..." he replies in the quietest voice ever

"Are you sure? Do you want to go to the nurse's office anyway, just to be safe? I have plasters but I'm not sure they'll help all that much"

You break into nervous laughter before it quickly turns into real giggles and snorts (yes you will snort every time you laugh, if I have to suffer this irl you can suffer through it in headcanons !!)

Though he doesn't laugh with you Z does crack a smile which is a win in your book

"I think I'll live"

"You sure? Because your track record suggests otherwise"

You receive a playful glare for that one

"Come on, clumsy. I'll make sure you make it the rest of the way to class in one piece."

Maybe the next time you had to help out with Z's injury the silence would be so awkward

or silent at all

Robaire - Your Academic Rival

Similar to Jesse's headcanons, Robaire is one smart cookie...it infuriates you

But in a fun way

Because you can fight back

The competitiveness on you two is scary ngl

Everyone else in your class has given up trying to beat either of you

They just silently hope that whoever is highest in the most recent test doesn't gloat about it

This time it's Robaire

And you're not...happy about it, shall we say

So of course Robaire has taken it upon himself to rub it in your face as much as he can

And though you hate losing you can't deny the anticipation and excitement you feel whenever test scores are released

Because win or lose it's a lot of fun competing with Robaire

And he has fun too, don't you worry

On occasion Robaire has been known to study for a few more hours than usual leading up to a test just so he can beat you

And his friends find it hilarious

Because on you could get under the cool, calm and collected Robaire's skin like this

So they simply watch in amusement as he turns to you, a victorious smirk on his face

"Look like your crown is slipping, your highness. And with that, I think your throne is mine."

"Just you wait, Robaire, I will crush you in the next test. Prepare to taste my dust."

You shared grins

"I don't think I will. If you can't even keep up a streak of more than one victory compared to my four in a row, how could you hope to seize the next one?"

"Pure determination, loser. Watch me."

You grab your bag and stand up

"Here, I'll even give you some dust-eating practice. See ya next class."

You wave and move on out of there

But not before you hear a hushed whisper from nearby

"They're such a try hard it's not even funny..."

"Pick-me behaviour-"

You're no stranger to mean comments and prefer to let them roll off of you like water off of a duck's back but these particular voices with comments like these had started to follow you everywhere

What really got to you, though, was the fact you never saw who was saying them

You could only hear them

There's no way to turn them off

And you hate that you're letting them start to affect you but you just can't help it.

They're everywhere

Your only haven is your home and even there the comments had started to pick up, your mind echoing them back to you whenever you had a single moment alone

It's starting to make studying even harder than it already is

Which is why you completely bombed the next test

You failed badly

You can only hope you don't start to cry as you flip through pages upon pages of red crosses next to your hastily scribbled answers

You hadn't gotten a bad score on a test in so long

You'd made sure of it

What would everyone think if they found out-

The pick-me doesn't even have a leg to stand on

Look who's all bark and no bite

This is Robaire's rival ?? yikes...

Fuck...what will Robaire say ??

And after you'd gone and blabbered your mouth at him too

God...

So when Robaire turns to you, holding his paper close to his chest and grinning as if he knew he'd won, you lost it

You sprinted out of the room and to the toilets as fast as you legs could carry you

A sight that left Robaire more than a little speechless

One of his friend laughed, "Is that their way of telling you that you've eaten their dust or?"

But Robaire had seen your face and it hadn't been mischievous or even slightly smiling

You looked distraught

Robaire walked up to your desk and flipped your paper over, eyes widening when he saw your score

Well, now he knows why you ran...

Dropping his paper on top of yours to hide the score, Robaire runs out of class too

Meanwhile you're staring at yourself in the mirror willing the redness in your eyes to disappear

Fuck it...whatever

You left your paper there anyway, there's no way that the whole class doesn't know about it by now

You give your swollen eyes one last look before leaving the toilets

And fucking great, Robaire himself is right there as you leave

"You okay?"

You stare at him for a second and then nod

You'll get over it

Eventually

Jury's out on everyone else though

"I'm gonna need you to convince me, chéri. Because seem as okay as you want me to believe."

"It's whatever, man, forget it."

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it right now. How about a hug? Feel free to say no." Robaire smiled gently at you and you felt your heart squeeze in your chest

You hesitate before nodding and stepping forward into his waiting arms

You breathe in and smell what can only be described as Robaire

You have no idea what to place the scent as, it's just warm and it's him

Maybe you'll tell him in a minute, or an hour, or a day or maybe a week but here, in his arms, you feel safe and better already

Tae Young - The One That You Tutor

Given the fact the Tae Young's moved around a lot, he's also the new kid a lot

And that always affects his classwork

Different curriculums, different teaching styles, even different languages and he's expected to roll with it and keep up

Tae's expected to ride the wave of change but he keeps getting sucked under, flailing around as he tries desperately to stay afloat

Even his best classes are ones he's somehow behind in and it's pretty upsetting

Tae Young is smart but all of this confusion and catching up to topics he hasn't even heard of yet is lowering every semblance of his confidence and self-esteem

Which is where you come in

Being a part of the tutoring program it's literally your job to make sure the students under your care are getting the grades they deserve and are understanding the topics they're learning

You share their losses, their wins, everything - you watch the people you're assigned to grow and learn and nothing makes you happier

And you like to think they enjoy being tutored by you just as much

So when you're told you've been given a new tutee you're happy to help out

It's what you do after all

So you make your way to the library, note books in hand

You'd done enough tutoring by now that you had a set plan of how to go about things

In this first session not much tutoring would be done, honestly, but in order for your tutee's to learn anything you'd need to figure out how they learn, what they need to learn and what's causing them to struggle

When Tae Young was told he'd been given a tutor he felt ashamed

If he'd just been able to keep up with the work then he wouldn't be in this situation

Tae's barely been in this school a month and he's already enough of a failure that he needs another student to tutor him.

He felt like all eyes were on him as he shuffled to the library, nervously picking at the skin around his nails

Even the wall had eyes to judge Tae with

You made sure to get to the library before your new tutee (such a weird word lol-)

You set up at your normal table and waited, wondering who they might be

Tae Young stands outside of the library, fingers tapping out random pattern on his thigh as he hypes himself up

Now or never

He takes a shaky step inside and looks around, hoping to find his tutor

You watch Tae Young vibrate on the spot as he frantically looks in all directions

Well, your new tutee hadn't come yet so you could probably help him out

"Tae? You okay?"

Turning to the side, Tae Young catches your eye and almost deflates in relief

Someone he knows !!

"Mmm, yeah. Sorry!"

You give him what you hope is a reassuring smile

"Not to worry. But, uh, I don't normally see you in here, what's the occasion?"

Tae Young chews on his lip for a moment before looking up at your through his lashes

His voice drops down to a hushed whisper

"I'm supposed to be getting a tutor but I don't know where they are..."

Your smile widens into a grin

"Well, I think I've hit the jackpot then because I'm waiting for my new tutee. Bets on who that might be?"

Tae's eyes widen comically as he lets a smile take root on his face and you stifle an aw

"Really? Thank goodness, I was super worried that they'd be mean but I guess I don't have to worry about that anymore!"

You laugh and guide him to your table

"I'd hope not. Well, since I already know you we can skip introductions. I have a rough idea of what you might need help with but it's much easier for the both of us if we hash it out together; does that sound good?"

Tae Young nods and flops into a chair, his earlier nerves dissolving as he listens to you talk

With a tutor like you he won't have to worry so much anymore

And if he slips you a thank you note and a daisy the next time he sits next to you in class that'll be our little secret ;)

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I always end up writing too much for Jesse's sections T^T stupid character limit !!

I hope you enjoyed !! <3

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Janis Imi'ike x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Trigger Warning: shameless flirting, cringy pick up lines, two anarchists in love (sry not sry)

Request:

please do a Janis x reader where the reader is new at school and doesn’t want to get into the social pyramid and they are outcasts together idk some fluffy stuff

Mean Girls requests are open.

Janis Imi'ike would be lying if she wasn't enamored by the new girl. She was just so cool. For starters, the Plastics offered her a spot at their table, and she swiftly shot them down, opting for a seat by herself in the lunch room. Watching Regina's face fall as she tried to hide the shock with a scowl was honestly Janis's favorite thing to ever happen. Additionally, they shared three classes: chemistry, English, and, most importantly, art. That was how Janis learned how amazing the new girl was with a paintbrush as she finished an art assignment on the inner self.

"Ms. (L/n)," the teacher cleared his throat, analyzing the canvas. On it displayed the brain on fire. A worry line slowly appeared on the teacher's face before a forced smile fell on his lips as he put the canvas back onto the easel. "Would you like the pleasure of explaining your art as a way to also get to know everyone a bit better?"

It was obvious that (Y/n) didn't want to as she pondered for a moment. "Okay, yeah, sure." (Y/n) stood up, removing the smock that covered her clothes. Though, the paint did find its way to her hands, arms, and face. Janis watched intently, her chin resting on her fist. She knew that if Damian was there, she would be receiving the biggest side-eye in the entire world. Thankfully, within the four walls of the classroom, she was safe from his judgmental stare as she admired the girl from afar. "My name is (Y/n). My art on the inner self represents how I feel the school system is doing more harm than good by frying our brains as they mold us into the people they want us to be rather than the people we want to be." (Y/n) said, sitting back down as the teacher stared in shock.

After a moment, he cleared her throat as he looked around. The other students, with the exception of Janis, seemed to be just as shocked and in a brief moment of confusion. "Right, right… Thank you, (Y/n)." He said, feeling slightly resigned as he plopped back into his chair. He had the sudden realization that one, he didn't get paid enough for this shit, and two, she was going to be a brilliant artist one day using her political ideologies to guide her.

Janis stared brightly at the girl but quickly looked away when they made eye contact with each other. Janis didn't notice the girl approaching her work. It was a small version of her with Cady and Damian with music notes and horror movies stitched over her paint strokes. "Your work is really cool." (Y/n) said, startling Janis, who looked over. She was at a loss for words. She had so much she wanted to say but couldn't. She finally understood how Cady felt about Regina and Aaron. "Are they your friends? I've seen you with him, but who is she? Your girlfriend?" The girl inquired, pointing over at Cady.

"Cady? No, no. She is not my girlfriend. She's cool and all but not for me." Janis said, waving off the feeling of embarrassment that wanted to stain her cheeks a bright shade of red. There was a small hint of a smile on (Y/n)'s lips as she listened to Janis. "I- I notice you sit alone at lunch. Is there anyone I can convince you to sit with Damian and me?" Janis offered, a feeling of dread settling on her chest as she feared rejection.

However, the familiar blow never hit. "Yeah, sure, as long as you're not a part of whatever weird social pyramid scheme that the rest of the school seems to be in." She said as the bell rang. Grabbing her bag, (Y/n) offered Janis a wave that caused Janis to feel like she was floating momentarily. While Cady described the feeling she had for Regina and Aaron to make her feel 'stupid with love,' Janis felt confident. (Y/n) was so beautiful and they shared so many of the same ideas (though she only knew two of them). Janis couldn't help but find herself crushing on (Y/n).

At lunch the next day, (Y/n) showed up, standing behind Janis. "Excuse me, ma'am," Damian smirked over to Janis when (Y/n) began speaking. Janis went red as she looked behind her with a sheepish smile. "I might not be a photographer, but I could see us together." (Y/n) said playfully as she sat next to Regina. Once again, she had rendered the very outspoken Janis speechless. Damian could almost applaud the action teasingly, but he could see how nervous his best friend was. Mercy was Janis's friend that day, and Damian accepted that.

When Janis still said nothing, Damian stepped in to transfer the attention onto himself. "So, (Y/n), Janis tells me you're an amazing artist. Are you entering the art show with Janis?" He questioned, hoping the new conversation would help Janis ease herself out of the shell she had put herself in. "I heard there was potential scholarship money for the winner," Damian added, trying to recall everything that Janis had shared with him. Janis looked over at (Y/n), wondering if she was going to put her artwork in, too.

"Yeah, I was considering it. I was looking through the categories. I was thinking about doing a portrait, but anything I could create would never achieve what Janis's art does." She said, glancing over at Janis who perked up at the mention of the category. She wouldn't want to compete with (Y/n), but she was curious to see what she could paint. "But, there are several different sub-categories with different awards. I might do that so I could get a sense of the competition for next year. I like to scout the competition before entering my work so I know how hard I have to go."

Damian nodded thoughtfully, gently kicking Janis under the table so she would finally say something. "I think you should enter. Your work is amazing. Like the Brain on Fire piece? It was so amazing, and Mr. Callahan didn't even know what to say. You're are speaks volumes. I hope you do enter." Janis gushed unintentionally, hoping she wasn't rambling. Pink dust covered (Y/n)'s cheeks as she looked down in order to allow her hair to hide the blush and the smile that was growing on her face.

Finally, giving herself grace since she knew it was a natural reaction, she looked up at Janis. "Okay, I'll consider it. I am working on something new. I've been going to the art room every free period to work on it." She said thoughtfully at first as she grew more confident. "I think it could work. Mr. Callahan says it looks amazing so far. Though, I think he's scared of me." (Y/n) jested, causing Janis to laugh. Mr. Callahan did indeed keep his distance after (Y/n)'s response last class. "Wait until he finds out I'm a pyromaniac anarchist who loves putting fire and politics in my art to spread my messages." She said with a giant smirk. Janis didn't know she could fall more until that moment and the weeks that followed.

"Hello, may I have your attention please?" Principal Duvall's voice filled the halls just in time for morning announcements. Janis barely had it in her to pay attention since she was texting (Y/n). For about three weeks now, she had been flirting and trying to build the courage to ask (Y/n) on a date. "I want to first announce that there are two students we need to wish luck to. Miss Janis Imi'ike and Miss (Y/n) (L/n) are finalists at the Illinois Art Expo this Saturday. Go lions! Even for art." Principal Duvall said as Damian looked over at Janis cheering 'Art! Art! Art!' Janis could barely think for a moment as she went to text (Y/n), only to receive a congratulations message first.

At lunch, Janis was excited to see (Y/n) in person since the announcement. She was practically buzzing with excitement to ask if she wanted to go with her and Damian. So much so that Damian gently reminded her to calm down because she was shaking the table as her knee bounced in participation. "Hey, Damian," (Y/n) greeted as she sat beside Janis. "Hello, my fellow finalist." (Y/n) winked, nudging Janis softly with her elbow. There was a giant grin on her face, showing that she was just as excited as Janis was.

"Hey, congratulations on being a finalist. I knew that you would be. Quick question, by the way… Since Cady is going with her mom somewhere this weekend, there is enough room on Damian's hot ride. Do you want to come with us on Saturday?" Janis questioned as Damian instinctively smirked at the two. He did it every time one of them joined the other. "I promise it'll be a safe ride. If we hit a bump, I'll hold you close."

(Y/n) looked over at Janis, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "I know you would, babe. I want to say yes but my dad wants to take me." She said with a soft pout. But none of that mattered because Janis was stuck on the fact that (Y/n) had just called her babe. Janis smiled to herself as Damian looked over to see if she'd say something. "I definitely will find you when I get there. I want to see your work. I'm excited to see what you've done." (Y/n) put a hand on Janis's knee gently, and Janis's already red cheeks turned maroon as she smiled more.

That Saturday, the art expo was buzzing, and (Y/n) found herself waiting on Janis at the front while her father wandered through the building to look at the other artworks. "Hey, you," (Y/n) turned to see Janis and Damian riding in on a scooter. A laugh bubbled through her chest as she looked over at them with her brows raised. "Like our sweet ride?" Janis questioned as Damian went up the ramp to make his way over to them. Janis got off, wrapping her arms around (Y/n) as Damian parked the scooter by the bike rack, and put a bike security chain on it to make sure no one drove away with it.

"I love it," (Y/n) chuckled, allowing her arms to envelope Janis, too with a smile. Their cheeks were both burning, but neither broke the hug. "I definitely wasn't expecting it. I thought Damian would be coming in a car with the bass-boosting Nicki Minaj or Beyonce."

Damian gasped, pleased by how well (Y/n) knew him. "You know me too well." He wiped a fake tear away as he approached the two with a grin. He didn't want to interrupt their moment, but it was cold outside and he was ready to see the works that they had been talking up so much (even though neither one of them had seen it yet. "Let's go, lesbian, let's go." He gently gestured for them to go inside, causing them to hesitantly spill up and head inside as they headed for the North Shore High table.

On one side of the table was a group portrait of Cady, Damian, (Y/n), and Janis. "Wow, Janis," (Y/n) grinned widely. "This is freaking incredible." She had to resist her fingers tracing the string that was stitched into the canvas, over Janis's broad brushstrokes. She was constantly amazed by Janis's works and talents. "You won first place!" (Y/n) pointed over at the ribbon. As she looked back at Janis, she noticed the girl wasn't paying attention. Instead, Janis's focus was on (Y/n)'s work.

Nerves exploded in (Y/n)'s chest as she hoped Janis liked it. It was a portrait of Janis with poetry placed around her in calligraphy. Her jaw was dropped as she looked over at (Y/n). Before (Y/n) could say anything, Janis kissed her deeply. Her eyes widened before she kissed back, her hands moving to the back of Janis's neck to pull her closer. Damian looked around for a brief moment before slipping away to give them privacy. "I've never been captured like that before," Janis spoke in a hushed tone, smiling at (Y/n).

"Well, I've been trying to figure out how to ask you on a date since the day I first talked to you. I figured this might be the best icebreaker." (Y/n) said, pressing soft kissing to Janis's cheek. Janis grinned at the action, biting her lip. "I wanted to paint you because nothing makes me feel more passionate than when I think of you. You've encouraged me to go after what I love in art and you've helped me grow. Not only as an artist but as a person." (Y/n) expressed, her fingers intertwining their fingers gently. She was thankful that Janis felt the same since she was nervous about how the art would be perceived.

"I love it," Janis's breath was absolutely taken away by the art and over the fact she kissed (Y/n). "And, I like you, too. I thought you were cool before we officially met. But your Brain of Fire art piece is what made me fall for you. You were so cool and outspoken. I really like that about you. I just really like you." Janis shared with a soft smile. (Y/n) grinned at this before kissing Janis again. Happiness swelled through the two, and the Art Expo around them seemed to fade as they stayed in each other's arms for a couple more long moments.

As (Y/n) pulled away, she kissed Janis's cheek gently. "My dad is going to be looking for me at some point. I should go find him. I'll pick you up at six on Saturday?" She waited a moment for Janis to nod. (Y/n) grinned widely before waving back at Janis. She couldn't believe that they had finally kissed. She couldn't wait for their date. Everything felt like it was finally falling into place in her life, and she felt excited and lucky to experience that with Janis.

A voice broke her from her thoughts, causing her to turn around. "(Y/n), wait," Janis called, holding the canvas with (Y/n)'s work. (Y/n)'s brows rose as she looked at Janis. "Don't forget your artwork." She said, passing the canvas over.

(Y/n) shook her head, pushing it back into Janis's hands gently. "It's for you, Janis Imi'ike." She teased out Janis's last name as she winked back at the girl. "I'll see you later, babe." And just like that, she left Janis there with her heart beating quickly and a stupid grin on her lips because she called her babe.

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What CM characters do you ship ? Because I think that the only compatible ship would be Spencer and Elle

ohh, i love this ask !

So, let's chat about Spencelle/Reidaway. I adore them, I feel like their personalities really would have been a good match since Spencer's so book smart, and we learn that Elle is street smart. I absolutely believe something happened between them in that hotel room.

So why didn't the writers ever make them officially involved?

They love to put Spencer through a boatload of trauma. Let's imagine this;

Spencer admits to her that he's never had a girlfriend, so they go out on a date as 'practice,' and it ends in a kiss for 'practice'

then she ends up in hospital after Fisher King II, and Spencer realizes that he cannot lose her, so they start dating

it's shown to be very clear that she's his first girlfriend

he's so scared because he knows something bad is happening to her, but he doesn't want to say anything and ruin their relationship

then everything goes incredibly badly. Elle leaves, ghosts the team but also Spencer, and he's so upset about it (maybe the team know they're together, but maybe they don't- which is sadder)

and when she gets to wherever she's going, she sends him a letter... just like his dad did.

that definitely would have given him an added layer of trauma

there's more under the cut

my other favs

Emily x Aaron I'm not sure whether people like this one or if it's controversial. I've just always seen some chemistry between them and it's an enemies-to-lovers plot... like Hotch is flipping out at her for doing something minor, and she just has this feeling that something more is happening behind the scenes, so she calmly asks him if he wants to talk because he has no one else to talk to (sorry, Gideon) and he reluctantly agrees, and they just talk about their trauma for a whole night. of course, he's really embarrassed the next morning but he admits he likes talking to her so they very slowly get into a relationship

Emily x JJ This isn't a long-term one, but I think something happened before Will turned up, and they still think about it sometimes, but Emily had to watch someone she loved fall in love with someone else (even worse if no one knew about it)

Emily x Tara I don't know, I feel like there were a few flirty moments between the two of them. i love tara with my whole heart. they're both girl-bossing it up in the FBI, and they would be the ultimate power couple

Emily x Derek This was never a thing for me, not until that deleted scene where Morgan mentions to Spencer that he likes her... and i think about it a lot

Spencer x Luke Something happened... I love Luke with Penelope, and I don't want to give Spencer any more trauma, so I'm choosing to believe it ended mutually.

Spencer x Ethan (not both on the team so idk if this counts) Obviously. If anyone tries to debate this, have you seen the New Orleans scene from Jones 2x18? something went down both then and after, which contradicts me thinking Spencer hasn't been in a relationship but shh

Matt x Kristen Literally my favorite couple on the whole show. she totally accepted his job and was the most supportive. Their kids are freaking adorable and all of them deserve the world

Jeid I'M JOKING. I literally hate this ship, it was the cheapest plot ever. I love JJ but Will never deserved that shit

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If I Should Linger

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 6,979 (what is wrong with me??) Tags: 18+, NSFW, Best Friend's Dad Hotch, Confident reader, Flirting, Oral sex, Protected sex, Dirty talk, A little angst with a happy ending Summary: Your best friend stands you up at the bar, but it actually turns into the best night you've had in a long time—maybe the best night of your life. Unfortunately, things don't stay uncomplicated for long... *Requested by @hotforhotchner11 Link to A03 or read below! “I can’t believe you stood me up to have sex with a frat boy,” you hiss into your phone from your seat at the bar. Your best friend Julie—better known as Jay—is on the other end, and she’s completely ruining your plans for the evening at later than the last minute. She’s never on time for anything.

“He’s not a frat boy… yet. He’s rushing.” You pick up your gin and tonic to take a sip, but her comment makes you pause.

“He’s rushing? How old is he?” The breath she blows out before she answers tells you everything you need to know. Goddamn cradle robber.

“Twenty? Or, almost twenty.”

“Oh, you nasty girl. He’s nearly ten years younger than us.” At 28, you literally could not imagine being interested in a 20 year old. Anyone under 25 is practically an infant; what would you talk about?

“The pussy wants what it wants, babe. It’s more fun when they barely know what they’re doing.” Then again, you figure, she isn’t exactly doing much talking.

“That’s gross, Jay.”

“Is it any grosser than your thing for older guys? You’d fuck my dad if I let you anywhere near him, which is exactly why I don’t.”

“I would not fuck your dad—actually, what does he look like?” She groans down the line and you laugh. “I’m kidding. I’m trying to fuck someone’s dad tonight, but not yours.” You hear a choked laugh from beside you and you glance over at, objectively, one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen: he’s Black, bald, muscular, with a neatly trimmed goatee and a killer smile, and apparently your thirst for older men amuses him. You smile back. “Jay, I have to go; I’m embarrassing myself in public.”

“Okay, and what else is new? Bye!” When she hangs up, you lock your phone and turn to face the man at the bar.

“Sorry about that. Sometimes I forget people are actually listening in places like these; there’s so much talking it’s all kind of white noise to me.”

“It’s kind of my job to listen to what no one else does, but I forget to turn it off sometimes,” he says, and no, that’s not intriguing or anything. “So you’re into older guys?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, and you lean in with your chin in your hand, elbow on the bar.

“Almost exclusively. You don’t look old enough to be someone’s dad, but I’d probably make an exception.” He laughs again; he doesn’t have a drink, so maybe he’s waiting for the bartender, but you sip yours.

“I’m flattered, but taken. I have a friend who’s probably your type; he doesn’t do one night stands, though. He doesn’t really do anything. We’re trying to loosen him up.” You hum thoughtfully, take a cursory glance around the room.

“I happen to be great at loosening older men up. Is he here?” He shoots you a smile, looks at you like you kind of amaze him.

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Would you, if you weren’t taken?” He nods a little, like you’ve got a good point, and you both laugh. “Yeah, it’s a double standard. If you can walk up to a woman and ask her if it hurt when she fell from heaven, why can’t I walk up to an older man and ask if he believes in love at first sight, or if I should walk by again?”

“That tired line would not work on my friend,” he says, and you grin.

“I think you’d be surprised. But, you know him better, so why don’t you just invite me back to your table, since I got stood up by my friend and I’m all alone, and let me do my thing?” You swirl your straw in your drink, try to look flirty, and he leans in on his elbow like you did before.

“You know what? What the hell. If nothing else, he gets some attention from a pretty girl and maybe it boosts his confidence.” You smile—you like this guy already.

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” He rolls his eyes, and then the bartender presents him with his drinks. You take two—one is a neat bourbon, that has to belong to the older man friend—and follow him to his table while he just shakes his head.

“Looks like you brought back more than drinks,” a pale woman with dark hair and bangs says with a smile when the two of you approach the table. He hands her one of the beers, takes the cocktail from your hand and gives it to a petite blonde with fair skin.

“Her friend bailed on her and we got talking at the bar, so I invited her to come sit with us.” You introduce yourself to the group, and the friend Derek mentioned might be your type? Egregious understatement.

He’s everything you like in an older man: polite, well-spoken, handsome, clean shaven, with a great head of thick, dark hair—he’s wearing an expensive watch, a goddamn suit, a tailored suit that fits him perfectly, and if Jay were here, you’d be catching her attention and panting like a dog, with your hands up near your face.

To someone without your more refined palate for older gentlemen, he may look like an average white guy in his early fifties, but you have to look down to make sure your panties haven’t dropped involuntarily. Just in case.

“Is this seat taken?” you ask, gesturing to the one next to him, and he shakes his head, pulls it out for you before he sits back down—yes, he stood when you approached the table. Manners, check. You’re trying not to drool.

You smooth out your skirt before you take your seat—you always dress for the man you want to attract, and tonight is no exception, so you’re wearing a black lace dress and nude heels; the dress is fitted, but not clingy, and not too short, and you know the right kind of man will find it appealing. So far, your handsome potential love interest Aaron seems to be looking respectfully; that may change, but you’re happy to see it, for now.

“So Derek mentioned you’re all in the FBI; are you the boss? You look like the boss,” you say with a playful smile, and Aaron looks a little nervous when he nods, makes eye contact.

“Until someone decides to overthrow me,” he jokes, deadpan, and your smile gets brighter. Dry sense of humor, check.

“I’d like to see them try; I definitely sense that you can handle your own.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Derek hiding a smile behind his hand. He knows you’re flirting, even if no one else does, and another reason you hope to take Aaron home is so you can wipe that smile off his face—but mostly because Aaron’s gorgeous, and you know it would be a very good time for the both of you.

“Let’s play darts,” Derek says to the other people at the table—you can’t remember their names at the moment, all your attention focused on Aaron—and they get up and walk over to the board, so it’s just the two of you.

Aaron clears his throat. “Thank you. What do you do for work?”

“I’m in publishing; a copy editor. Mostly Tom Clancy type action novels, and romance novels. Lots of heaving bosoms and cries of overwhelming pleasure, you know?” You take a sip of your drink through the straw, looking over at him as innocently as you can. He’s a little flushed; you’re a huge fan of that look on a man. “Do you ever read romance novels?”

“Uh, no. Not my genre.” He takes a sip of his drink, and you watch his mouth while he does.

“Not mine either. When you edit enough of them, they become wholly unsexy… and they never compare to real life.” You flick your eyes over his body, briefly but not subtly, and he gives you a glance back. Your heart beats a little faster in your chest. “So what do you like to read? Wait, may I guess?” you ask, setting a hand on his arm. He nods, and you carry on, leaning just a little closer. “So I’m going to guess you’re a fan of the classics, novels you’ve read a hundred times. I think you would tell me your favorite is To Kill a Mockingbird,” you say, tapping against his sleeve, “and maybe intellectually it is, but you actually feel more when you read Moby Dick. I bet your heart yearns for adventure—not that life as a crime solving FBI agent is boring, but it's all too real. Moby Dick is the perfect blend of adventure and fantasy for a man like you.”

“You’ve known me for all of ten minutes,” he says with a raised eyebrow, and you shrug and take a drink.

“True. But am I right? Or close?” He smiles, the first full, unguarded expression he’s given tonight, and you feel awesome for making that happen.

“My favorite book is Moby Dick. I make a point to read it at least twice a year. You’re good.”

“Thank you.” You pull back, take your hand off of his arm; you’ve laid the groundwork for touching, and he’ll have to make a move if he wants more. “People often tell you a lot they don’t intend to, and books are my thing, so it’s easy for me to connect the dots. I recommend books to people as a kind of party trick.” You stir your drink, and he shifts a little, sitting closer.

“Have you disappointed many people with your recommendations?”

“Oh, I make it a personal mission to never leave anyone disappointed,” you say, your voice low and sweet like honey. His eyes move to your mouth. You sweep your tongue over your bottom lip. “Derek said your friends are trying to get you to loosen up; can I ask why?” He flicks his eyes up to yours, frowns a little, like he’s not sure that’s something he’s ready to tell you; ultimately, he just sighs.

“I’ve been divorced for five years, alone for five years. They think it’s time I…” He trails off, shrugs.

“Get back in the saddle?” you offer, and he laughs lightly, agrees. “Is that something you’re interested in? You shouldn’t feel pressured into it if you’re not ready.” You might want to sleep with him so badly it’s sickening, but not at the expense of his well-being.

He exhales deeply and lifts his arm to rest it on the back of your chair; you want to smile, but the conversation doesn’t call for it, so you hold off.

“I think I’m ready, but how do you really know?” You turn toward him a little more, lean against his arm; it feels easy, comfortable, almost like a real date and not you flirting like your life depends on it and hoping to get a bite.

“I think you should wait to meet someone who makes you feel a spark, and then explore it. Maybe it burns hot, but doesn’t last. Maybe it’s a slow burn. Maybe it’s a bit of both. I think when you’re really ready to put yourself out there, you’ll know.” He holds your gaze, wets his lips, takes a breath.

“You’ve been flirting with me.” You do smile a little, then.

“Yes, Aaron, I have.”

“Did Derek put you up to it?”

“Absolutely not.” You touch his arm again, gentle, lean in close. “I’m genuinely interested in you. You’re everything I’m attracted to in a man.” His smile doesn’t touch his eyes.

“Old and uptight?”

“Older, and kind, and capable of having a conversation about more than just sports and money, and handsome. Very handsome.” You lift your fingers from his arm, brush them through his hair over his temple. “I feel a spark. Do you?”

“Yes,” he breathes, and when you set your hand on the table, he covers it carefully with his. His hand is big, warm, softer than you’d expected, and you’re met with the sudden urge to feel it all over your body. “I feel a spark.”

“Good. Do you want to come home with me tonight? No strings attached—just to get you back in the saddle,” you say with a tilt of your head, and he nods.

“I want to.” You’re certain that the smile that crosses your face is softer, inviting, but you get the feeling he won’t kiss you while his friends could be watching. You’re actually surprised he’s touching you so openly.

“Okay, so why don’t you give me a ride home? I was going to have to call an Uber, since my friend didn’t show up, but you’re a gentleman, aren’t you? You wouldn’t let me do that.” He catches on to what you’re saying, the excuse you’re giving him to give his friends, makes a noise of understanding.

“Of course. I wouldn’t rest not knowing you made it home safely.”

“I’m not sure how much rest you’ll be getting tonight,” you murmur, and you rest your free hand on his thigh under the table, squeeze a little. He’s very firm, and you kind of melt. “But that’s a very sweet sentiment, Aaron. Are you committed to staying here much longer?”

“Not at all. Would you like to leave now?” You hold his gaze for a moment, want to be really sure about this; you’re no expert on body language, but you’ve been here before, and he really does look less tense than when you first showed up, more comfortable and open. All really good signs.

“Yes, please.” He squeezes your hand, then stands, smooths out his jacket, and tells you he’ll be right back while he goes to say goodbye to his friends. You stand too, finish what’s left of your drink, and pull out your phone to text Jay.

Taking home the most incredible man. Guess I don’t need my wingwoman after all.

J: Tell grandpa I said he better treat you right.

Please. He’s not that old. If anything, you can call him daddy. :P

J: You can call him daddy. Have fun ;) The ride to your apartment starts out quiet, but you try to fill it by asking Aaron more about himself. You keep your hands on him while you chat, leaning as close to him as you can while wearing your seatbelt, running your hand up and down his leg, over his arm while he shifts gears. You know it’s turning you on, and you’re fairly certain it’s turning him on as well.

You learn more about his job, that he basically solves crimes by judging people, which is kind of funny; before that, he was a lawyer, which you can definitely see. He has one child, a daughter who’s upset with him because of the divorce (someone’s dad, check), and a brother who lives in New York, no living parents. It’s more information than you usually get out of someone you plan to sleep with, but you really do like him, and since he’s not the one night stand type, you think more conversation is the right way to go.

He asks about you too, about your family and your job and your lame friend who bailed on you, and when he arrives outside your building, parks in the lot, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean in closer, smoothing a hand over his waist.

“I’m really glad I met you tonight,” you breathe, looking up at him, and he puts his hand on your cheek and you meet for a slow, easy kiss. “Hmm. I knew you’d be good at that.”

“I knew you’d be good at that, too. You have the most beautiful lips.” He brushes his fingers over them, and you take his hand, bring two of them into your mouth to suck softly. His breath hitches, and you feel your panties getting damp. God, he’s gorgeous. “Let’s go inside,” he whispers, and you slip his fingers out, drop a hand to his lap where he’s—oh, so perfectly hard it’s unreal.

“We could get started out here, have a little adventure,” you say playfully, fully prepared for him to say he’d rather not, but he just licks his lips and looks at you like you’re going to be the death of him, but at least he’ll die happily. That’s another look you’re a huge fan of on an older man.

You undo his belt, his button and his zipper, pull his cock out of his pants; he’s of average length, thick, makes your mouth water, and you lean in to use that to your advantage, getting him wet with your saliva and then stroking him in your hand. You look up at his face, and he’s got his eyes closed, head back against the headrest—so fucking sexy. You reach your free hand under his shirt, where he’s hairy, strong, but a little soft, just the way you like it, and he opens his eyes and pulls you close for a kiss that’s a bit harder than the last.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” he sighs against your lips, and you press closer for another kiss. You almost regret the adventure comment now, because you want to undress him, and touch him, feel him all over, but you’ll just have to be patient. (That’s never been your strong suit.)

“Are you kidding? You are… everything. If I could build a dream man, he would literally be a copy of you.” He makes a sharp, self-deprecating sound, and you lean down to get him wetter, move your hand a little faster. “I’m completely serious. I’m a little upset I’ve been going to that bar for so long and our paths never crossed.” One of his hands moves to your hair, and he pulls you close for a kiss; he’s ready to come, you can tell, and you want him to more than anything, so you cover his hand with yours and dip your head, sucking his dick like you’re desperate for it. When it comes to Aaron, you’re kind of desperate for everything.

“Oh, god. That feels so good, baby.” You moan at the pet name—is there anything better in the world than an older man calling you baby? Maybe just Aaron specifically calling you baby—and he tightens his fingers in your hair while you glide over him, tight and wet, until he comes in your mouth.

You swallow it down, pull off breathless, and then swipe your tongue over him so he’s clean enough that you can tuck him back into his pants. You look up at him from his lap, and he’s panting too, rubs his fingers over your lips, your chin, down your throat. You’re desperately horny now, soaking wet, and when you shift to sit up, he catches you for a deep, steamy kiss, and that does nothing to help your situation.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and ugh, your heart flutters. Seriously, who created this man? He’s incredible. “Now let’s go inside so I can make you come, too.”

“Definitely,” you agree with a nod, and you kiss him once more before pulling back and climbing out of the car, straightening yourself up. He does the same, then walks over to you, takes your hand, and follows you into your apartment.

Sex with Aaron is… talk about adventure. He fucks like—well, like he hasn’t done it in over five years. As soon as you get inside the door, he gets on his knees, pulls your panties down, lifts your skirt up, and eats your pussy with such enthusiasm you come with your hands in his hair, rocking against his face, in less than three minutes. Seeing him down on the ground in the full suit, just going to town on you, is not an image you’ll soon forget, that’s for sure.

After that, the two of you stumble to your bedroom, hands all over each other, tugging at zippers and discarding clothes—he has you keep your shoes on, and that makes you feel slutty like a porn star, and super hot—and you kiss, touch, moving your hands all over each other's bodies until he’s hard again. You stay in missionary, and after he slips on a condom from your bedside table, he slides into you, kisses your lips and your neck and your shoulders while he rolls his hips against yours.

It’s slow and sensual at first, and you drag your nails lightly across his back, tilt your head when he nips at your throat.

“Aaron, oh. You feel so good,” you breathe, scraping your fingers through his hair, and his thrusts get a little deeper, his kisses a little rougher.

“You’re incredible. So gorgeous.” He moves a hand to your breast, massages it while your bodies work; you hitch your legs up higher, moan, and pull him closer, your hands on his body, and he fucks into you more frantically, humping against you hard, wildly. You’ve never really gotten fuck you like an animal, but that’s kind of what he’s doing, and you’re into it, clinging to him, pushing into his thrusts like it’s possible to take him deeper than you are now.

God, he’s going to spoil you, ruin you for all other men. You’re going to have your best sex at 28 and then be chasing this feeling the rest of your goddamn life. It’s both amazing and horribly unfair.

“Yes, Aaron, yeah. Fuck me hard, fuck me deep.” He groans, pounds inside you, moves his hand from your breast to the back of your neck and stares down into your eyes while he absolutely destroys you. You come clenching around him, pulling his hair and digging your nails into his shoulder, and his mouth comes crashing down for a kiss while he thrusts through it and then stutters, his orgasm right behind yours.

You sag against the pillow behind your head, and he puts his weight on you, hand still clamped around the nape of your neck, and breathes hot against your throat.

You stare up at the ceiling, catching your breath, and thank fucking god Jay stood you up tonight. Aaron is very sweet, kissing you and holding you, murmuring against your skin, and the two of you go to the bathroom, get cleaned up, and then raid your kitchen for snacks, talking easily and laughing. He doesn’t look like he’s about to bolt, which you’d been a little worried about; in fact, he actually suggests taking your snacks back to bed, jokes about not getting any crumbs on your white sheets. Never one to kick a man out abruptly after sex, and especially not a man like Aaron, you agree, and you end up in bed again, which means…

Another frantically torn condom wrapper later, and you’re on your stomach, your nipples rubbing against the sheets. Aaron’s hands are on your ass while you work yourself on his cock, rolling your body, moaning desperately like you aren’t already two orgasms deep; his dick hits just right, and between that and the nipple stimulation you’re coming fast, bucking hard against him so he’ll follow.

“Fuck, baby, coming already?” He tightens his grip, slams inside you, plants one hand on the bed to change his angle a bit. “Let’s try for another; your body is so perfect, built for sex, built for me.” You groan, roll your eyes back because his dirty talk is hitting the spot, and the two of you fuck together, noisy and eager and hot, until he shudders, squeezes your ass hard and starts to come.

You’re so close, right on the edge, and you sound wild because of it, your moans high, whimpering, your fingers digging into the sheets.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you beg, grinding against him, and he puts both hands hard on your hips, rails you into the bed.

“I’m not stopping until you come for me. Come for me,” he murmurs, and he wraps one hand around the front of your body, rubs your clit, and you climax, squeezing your eyes shut, seeing stars. You moan his name, drop your hand to cover his where it rests against your pussy, and this time when his body drapes across your back like a weighted blanket, you sigh and close your eyes.

He kisses your back and shoulders, runs his big hands over your hips and ass, then slides off and guides you to the edge of the bed, lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom. You think absently that you could get used to being treated this well, and you must say it, because he presses a kiss to your lips and whispers, “I will if you let me.”

There’s a little talk in bed, after you’re cleaned up and cozy beneath the comforter, about going on a real date; Aaron seems nervous, like he thinks you won’t go for it, that all you wanted was this night of sex. And yes, while that’s typically your MO, something about Aaron is different. He makes you want more, things like dates and picnics and sweet lovemaking at night and kisses—all the kisses, everywhere, all the time.

You ask him to stay, and he promises he will, and you fall asleep in his arms. It’s the best you’ve felt in a really long time.

You wake up to Aaron’s sleepy, handsome face, and you kiss and smile into each other’s lips, because last night was great, but this is even greater. Your plan is to take a shower together and then go out for breakfast, but there’s a knock at your door just as you’re planning to step in.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” you tell him with a kiss, and you pull on your robe and peer through the peephole, then pull the door open. “Well, well; now you decide to show up.”

Jay steps in with a box of doughnuts and two cups of coffee, looking properly shamed.

“I know, I’m a horrible friend. I broke the slut code: stay slutty, but never at the expense of your best girl.” You crack a smile, because you could never really be mad at her, but especially not after last night. You’re about to say that, but she looks over your shoulder at the clothes still strewn about your living room and grins. “Holy shit. Is your old man still here?”

“He’s not an old man, and yes, he’s in the shower, so shut up.” She shoves the doughnuts and coffee carrier into your hands and brushes past you, toward your bedroom, and you groan. “Jay, no, come on.”

“I just want to get a glimpse of him,” she says, peeking her head into your room. She sees more clothes, and the condom wrappers, looks back at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Okay, someone had a good time last night.”

“Yes, it was fucking incredible. He’s a sex god, I’m not even kidding. He ate my pussy like he hasn’t had a meal in months, then fucked me twice, so hard and sexy, and then he asked me if he could take me on a date, Jay.” You smile wide, can’t help it. “I really like him, so I actually owe you for not coming out last night.” She smiles back, pulls you close for a hug, and you step back with your hands on her shoulders. “So thank you, and thanks for coming to apologize, but can you please leave? I really don’t want to miss out on some potential good morning shower sex.”

She rolls her eyes, but it’s all from a place of love, and she turns to head out of your room.

“Okay, but only because cockblocking you would mean breaking the slut code again, and I can’t have my membership card revoked. I have a date with the almost frat boy again tonight.” She grins, and you shake your head, pull off your robe when you hear the door shut and head for the shower.

Good morning shower sex has never been so good. One month and twelve dates later, and you’re head over heels for Aaron. He is so sweet, and smart, and secretly funny, the perfect gentleman when you’re in public and an absolute manic in private, and you seriously could not have imagined a more perfect man.

Jay is maybe a little tired of hearing you talk about him.

You’re out for breakfast on a Saturday morning—Aaron is on a case in Indiana, or you’d probably be with him—and she sighs around a bite of french toast.

“I get it, he’s the best lay you’ve ever had in your life. He makes your pussy wet and your heart horny, or whatever. When do I get to meet the old man who’s got you wrapped around his big sexy fingers?”

“He’s supposed to be home tonight, maybe I’ll see if he’s feeling up to drinks?” Sometimes he’s really worn out after these cases, and you don’t blame him, but occasionally they must touch him in a way that makes him want to enjoy life, because you’ve had some nice dates the same day he gets back. You’ll ask, and if he’s not up for it, you’ll reschedule.

“Ooh, yes. I can’t wait to finally get a good look at the hunk who turned my maneater best friend into a monogamous whore.” You gasp, affronted, and she cackles, takes a sip of her iced coffee. Sometimes you can’t even remember why you’re friends—but she never fails to do something completely unexpected and sweet that reminds you eventually. “Hey, maybe now that you’re obsessed with this guy, you can finally meet my dad, since I don’t have to worry about you trying to suck his dick at first sight.”

You know that Jay’s relationship with her dad has been a little rough since her parents split up, and you’ve always thought that maybe you could get her to open up to him, to talk to him, if you could get to know him, but her fears about your taste for older men have always been hilariously real. As if you can’t control yourself; as if you’d ever actually date her dad.

“Well I’ll have to ask my old man; maybe he’s down for a threesome?” It’s her turn to act offended, and you laugh and send Aaron a text about this evening before you forget.

Can’t wait to meet the infamous Jay, he replies, and you won’t lie, you’re feeling really good about your two favorite people finally getting to know each other.

That night, you and Aaron beat Jay to the bar, because of course you do—that bitch is never on time for anything.

You’re feeling cute in a sexy turtleneck dress (the neck of which Aaron tugged down to place a hickey under when you rode him on the couch before coming here) and a set of earrings he bought you—you’re wearing a set of lingerie he bought you, too for later—and he looks gorgeous in a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

You can barely keep your hands off of him, squeezing his thigh, kissing his neck; you only give him an inch of space when he gets up to run to the restroom, and even then, the way he smiles and presses his lips to yours before he goes makes you want to cancel drinks and take him home so you can be alone.

But Jay asked to meet him, and you have been a little obsessed lately, so you want to do this and make her happy.

You look down at your phone, ready to hit her with some inflammatory where the fuck are you??? texts, when she drops into the seat Aaron had just vacated, breathless.

“Sorry, sorry. Traffic was really bad, and I got into this huge fight with my mom on the phone...” She pulls off her jacket, drapes it over the back of the seat.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, concerned. The two of them usually get along pretty well.

“Yeah, she’s just pissed because my dad has a new girlfriend—which is stupid, because she’s the one who wanted to divorce him, so why does she care? But anyway, I told her I’d meet her and be nice to her, because it’s important to him, and she expects me to take her side or something. I don’t know. Let’s just say I’m really glad I’m out for drinks with you and your old man so I can forget about my problems for a while.” She takes a deep breath for practically the first time since she started talking, then looks around, realizes it’s just the two of you. “Hey, where is he, anyway?”

“Restroom,” you say with a smile, but something more must creep onto your face, because she rolls her eyes playfully.

“And you didn’t follow him in there for a little stall action?”

“Ew, no. That’s more your speed than mine; we had sex before we came, anyway, look at this hickey.” You pull the neck of your dress down and she whistles, impressed.

“Congrats on having such good pussy, babe. I know you’re sickeningly obsessed with him, but it looks to me like he’s got it bad for you too.” You grin, instinctively want to gush over him, but you see him walking over out of the corner of your eye, so you hold off.

He’s frowning, though, and you’re not sure why.

“Julie?” Jay whips her head around at the sound of Aaron’s voice, and her eyes get wide.

“Dad? What are you…” You stand up abruptly, looking up at Aaron, and Jay stands too, looking between you, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I… We…” He swallows, looks at you like you’ve both made a terrible mistake. You’re surprised how much that look hurts, but you know you have to take care of Jay before you can feel sorry for yourself.

“Jay, listen to me, okay? I swear to god I didn’t know.” You’re begging, pleading with your eyes, your hands on her shoulders. “I did not know.” She shakes her head like it’s not making sense, but when she lets herself connect the dots, she brings up a hand to cover her mouth.

“Oh my god. Are you fucking kidding me?” She pulls away from you, looking at you like you punched her in the face. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Jay, I didn’t—”

“Julie,” Aaron says, reaching for her, but she steps back, palms up.

“I seriously can’t believe this. You two… After every joke we made about me keeping you away from him?” She looks at you like you betrayed her, and you exhale, shrug sadly.

“It’s not like I went looking for him, Jay. We just… found each other.” You don’t look at Aaron, because if the last month hasn’t meant the same things to him, you’ll have to be okay with that. “I know it’s shocking, and I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what it feels like to find this out, this way.”

“You’re right, you can’t imagine. I just fought with my mom about my dad’s new girlfriend, and it’s-it’s you.” She laughs, humorless.

“You fought with your mom? When?” Aaron asks, crossing his arms, and it’s so clear how much he cares about Jay. Her eyes fly to his.

“On the fucking way here. She told me about your new slut girlfriend, and I was defending you! I told her I’d meet her if you asked me to, that I’d be nice because I know she’s important to you! And it’s you,” she practically spits, turning to you. “Such a whore that you’ll fuck anyone over forty who can still get it up, including my fucking father.” Her tone stings, and people are looking at the three of you, but you take a breath, remind yourself that she’s just angry right now, and she loves you, doesn’t mean that.

“Julie, that's enough. I’m taking you home and we can talk about this there.” Aaron steps past her, picks up her jacket, and glances over at you, but you’re collecting your things and and pulling up a rideshare app to get yourself the fuck out of there.

You head for the bathroom to wait it out until your ride comes, and you definitely don’t cry because the two people who bring you the most happiness in the world are gone and they barely even looked back. It’s five days before Jay shows up at your door with apology doughnuts and a bottle of rosé. You eat and drink and cry on each other, and then laugh at each other, and your heart feels a little healed by the end of it.

“I’m sorry I called you a whore. It’s just… what are the odds, after everything we said, that you would actually hook up with my fucking dad.” You laugh and take the last bite of your doughnut.

“You don’t think I was a little startled by that turn of events? I was as shocked as you. I knew he had a daughter around my age, but that’s not really what we talked about, you know?” She shoves half a doughnut in her mouth and cackles.

“You don’t talk a whole lot, from what I’ve gathered.”

“Didn’t,” you say, and your whole mood shifts. She looks confused. “We didn’t talk a whole lot. He hasn’t spoken to me since the night you found out.” She pulls out her phone, starts texting.

“Okay, I told him I was okay with you guys like, two days ago, so this probably means he’s spiraling. He tends to do that—get in his own head and beat himself up for things that aren’t his fault.” She looks up from her phone, gives you a soft smile. “Will you forgive me if I tell you he’s moping at home right now, and that I know he’ll be happy to see you?” You roll your eyes a little.

“I already forgive you, Jay, but if he hasn’t called me, maybe there’s a reason. Maybe he was looking for an out, and I gave him one, or maybe he can’t feel the same way I do because he knows we’re friends.”

“He told my mom about you, remember? He wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t serious about you, and I don’t think he’d be acting this emo if he didn’t have feelings for you.” She reaches out, covers your hands with hers. “I’m really, really sorry I fucked this up for you guys. Weirdness aside, I know what good people you both are, and I hate that you were happy and I took that from you guys. I’m 100% supportive of you being my future step-mom,” she says with a grin, and you roll your eyes again and give her a hug and then jump up to get a shower.

You’re going to go get your old man.

When you knock on Aaron’s door an hour later, he looks surprised to see you.

“I thought you’d be Julie,” he says softly, and you sigh.

“I know. She sent me. She wants us to get our heads out of our asses, but I told her I don’t know where your head is, because we haven’t spoken.” Seeing him makes you feel a little better, because he does look like he may have been moping the last few days, so that must mean the spark is still there, right? “If you want me to leave, just tell me, and I’ll go; I’ll get out of your life and you can pretend it was just a casual thing, if that’s what you want.” Your heart aches at the thought, but you’d understand, if being his daughter’s best friend is an obstacle he can’t overcome.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he says after a long, painfully drawn out moment. “I don’t want you to ever leave. And I could never pretend this was casual.” He steps forward—so handsome in a t-shirt and jeans it makes you long to press kisses all over his face, to hold him and be held by him—and his eyes are trained on yours. “I know nothing about us is conventional, but it doesn’t matter to me if it doesn’t matter to you. I want to be with you.”

You take a deep, calming breath, exhale and nod. Your hands ache to reach out and touch him.

“I want to be with you, but only if you can promise that if something comes up with Jay—Julie—we can figure it out together. I don’t ever want to feel the way I felt the other night, and while I get that you had to take care of your daughter, and I’m glad you two talked things out, I can’t just be abandoned if things get weird.” You approach him, wrap your arms around him, and sigh. He hugs you so tightly, rests his cheek against the top of your head.

“I promise. I know I could have handled that better, but the situation was just so...”

“I know, that’s okay. Family comes first—but just so you know, she gave me her full support to campaign to become her new step-mom,” you say, pulling back with a teasing smile, and he shakes his head and grins. “So, one last question: Are you ready to get back in the saddle, Aaron?” He leans in and kisses you so hard you’re breathless, weaves his fingers into your hair.

“Sounds like my kind of adventure.” Message sent with high importance: Do not disturb! Your dad’s indecent.

J: Gross. Thanks for the warning, mom.

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