#and this hasn't been proofread so i apologize in advance

[inmyloveworld]

sweet nothing (jj maybank)

pairing: jj maybank x afab!routledge!reader

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: reader is going through a tough time, allusions to ptsd

a/n: slightly inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift but mostly a self-indulgent piece bc i've been going through it lately and i just want someone to hold me. this hasn't been proofread so my apologies in advance

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She's been in bed all day, dude

The text from his best friend made JJ's heart ache. You had been different ever since returning from South America.

True, the Pogues had all changed quite a lot since their regular summers of surfing and cheap booze were usurped by treasure hunting. And true, you had just found and lost your illusive father in the span of a week. But where the other Pogues had planted both feet in the future, you were stuck somewhere else. Where, exactly, no one knew.

And now, here JJ stood outside your door, intending to find out. He lifted a hand to knock softly. "(Y/N/N)? Sweets, you in there?" There was no answer.

You were laid in your new bed, the bedding too soft and the mattress too firm. The wall opposite the door had become your sole focal point for the past hour. Either you were deeply studying the pale shade of paint, or trying to look past it to find some latent desire.

It wasn't until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you budged from your staring contest. You turned your head to find your boyfriend now sitting behind you. He gave you a soft smile, looking almost puppy-like in his pursuits. The smile couldn't be returned.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. JJ sighed in response. He kept his hand against your shoulder, rubbing the skin there in delicate patterns.

"John B said you haven't shown any signs of life today. Didn't wanna bother Shoupe for a call, so he sent me in to investigate." His attempt at a joke almost had you crack. Almost. But the fortress in your mind held strong.

You didn't want to be passive to him. JJ was your partner in crime, figurative as much as it had been made literal. He was the boy who protected you alongside your big brother your whole life. He held your heart, as you held his.

Life had sucked you in and spat you out in so many different directions, all before you knew how to make sense of any of it. And now.. you didn't know what to feel. You didn't know what to do.

"Talk to me," JJ cooed as he saw your eyes start to water. His hand was warm against your cheek, his thumb stretching to catch the first fallen tear and the ones that followed soon after. Big blue eyes scanned yours desperately for answers that you didn't have.

And so you told him, "I don't know." JJ blinked as he tried to make sense of just three words. But he didn't give an answer; he knew that wasn't what you were looking for.

Instead, JJ gathered you up in his arms, pulling you both beneath the too-soft comforter atop the too-firm mattress. He nuzzled his face against your neck, pressing gentle kisses there.

"It's okay," JJ hummed beside your ear. "Whatever it is, it's gonna work itself out. And I'm gonna be right by your side like I always have, okay? You and me through it all, sweet girl."

More tears fell at his sweet nothings-

No, you hated that they were called that.

His words were anything but nothing to you. Though you felt lost in a world so shaken from what it once was, though you felt too weak to face any of the harsh realities you had endured, you wanted nothing more than to run to the sweet words of your love for solace.

And JJ knew that.

[partiallypoison]

what other mcr "the sun is evil" lyrics do you have? the only thing other one that i can think of is a lyric from gun.: "as soon as i get my gun / i'll point it out the window at the setting sun". but i didnt think "evil sun" was a running theme lol. but it would make sense bc of the vampire stuff!

oh man i got so excited i opened up my laptop lmao.

okay so it's not a complete list, as i do add to it when i remember certain lyrics or see old blog posts/interviews.

under a read more because i typed a lot.

so i have a sort of mental collection of all of the lyrics that mcr has that state that the sun (and by extension, light) is evil. i also have a separate list/essay that includes fire, and how it (and the sun) represent religion, and how religion is weaponized. it also includes vampires, and their religious undertones, but that is a LOT to type on a tuesday evening, so we'll stick with the sun and light for now, with a bit of vampires added on, since you mentioned them.

(edit: i did, in fact, type a lot on a tuesday evening and did not necessarily stick to sun and light.)

first we have like, the entirety of vampires will never hurt you. more specifically, we have "and if the sun comes up / will it tear the skin right off our bones?" which, obviously, does fit the theme of vampires, and the mythology surrounding them and their aversion to sunlight. there isn't much else on bullets touching this particular subject, apart from skylines and turnstiles' "steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun / scorched and black, it reaches in and tears your flesh apart/ as ice cold hands rip into your heart." however, this one doesn't necessarily refer to the sun as evil, just places the sun in a desolate setting.

moving onto revenge, we have a few. hang 'em high starts out with "wait until it fades to black, ride into the sunset." while this most likely refers to the typical western movie ending, this lyric is one i wanted to add in, as it does tell the listener to avoid sunlight.

in fashion statement, we have the lyric "bright lights that won't kill me now or tell me how." as i mentioned in the intro of this post, light is also a part of this narrative. the phrase "bright lights" does come up again, in the black parade, with famous last words' repetition of the lyric "these bright lights have always blinded me." the lyrics "so many bright lights to cast a shadow / but can i speak?" are also in famous last words.

back to revenge, in i never told you what i do for a living, we start off with the lyric "stay out of the light or the photograph that i gave you." once again, we, the listeners, are being told to stay out the light/sun.

that's it for revenge, except bury me in black has a line i'd like to include: "we'll douse ourselves / in high explosive light." this briefly touches upon the weaponization i mentioned earlier.

for the black parade, i already spoke famous last words above. so i'll start with the sharpest lives, which has the lyrics, "a light to burn all the empires / so bright, the sun is ashamed to rise and be / in love with all of these vampires." this is a great set of lyrics, as it not only includes three of my keywords here (light, bright, and sun) it also includes vampires! and fire/burning, as well, which is a part of light, and, once again, this being used as a weapon. this lyric actually is present in several of my lyric collections because of this.

now, let's move onto danger days. in destroya, we have a lyric that more explicitly states this evil sun theory. "against the sun, we're the enemy!" not much needed to be said there.

a big part of danger days and the killjoys lore is that the sun will kill you. in goodnite, dr. death, he states "you know that big ball of radiation we call the sun? / well, it'll burst you into flames / if you stay in one place too long." there are some lyrics in danger days that contradict this statement: sometimes, the sun is your enemy, sometimes, the sun is your salvation. however, i'm not creating an antithesis right now. you just either have to believe me or look up some danger days lyrics yourself.

okay, now it's time for conventional weapons. we'll start with tomorrow's money. "you fell in love with a vampire [...] / say hello to the good times / and burning up in the sun." vampires, burning in the sun, what more could you want? it's pretty straightforward, and is a perfect example of "sun is bad because vampires."

your example of gun. fits right in here: "well, as soon as i get my gun / i'll point it out the window at the setting sun." no further comment on this one, as you've connected the dots yourself. but yeah, sun bad, shoot gun at it.

in make room!!!! we have "me and you and all of this living dead / burning up in the sun where the bodies add." another example of the sun and the way it burns those that are in it.

burn bright, while not exactly fitting with this exact theme, is an honorable mention because it refers to taking back the fire, the light, and using it for yourself. not allowing it to burn you, but for you to use it to burn something else. i’d include it in my other collections, instead, but i wanted to talk about it here.

finally, rounding off this post, we have the foundations of decay. "will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?" has haunted every corner of my brain since its release, and connecting this particular lyric with the first one listed, the lyric from vampires, is actually what kickstarted this entire collection! the way these two lyrics fit together and paint a clear image in my head... i lowkey became obsessed. like, there's something about this that just made me get out the corkboard and red string. buzzfeed unsolved i've connected the dots dot jpeg.

i'll continue connecting these dots for as long as i can, and might even add onto this post eventually. like, for example, the post with my tags that you're responding to:

"stay out of the sun. watch your back. and sharpen your knives.

-g"

so yes. that's it. that's my entire theory (work in progress). if i ever feel like sitting down for another idk hour and a half or so collecting my thoughts on something maybe i'll write about the sun, fire, and weaponized religion :)

[ssahotstuff]

Hotch x Fem! BAU member 300 follower celebration 💕

Hi babes! I took a short break from my fics to write this so I hope you enjoy 💕 thank you so much for 300 followers. Ily all so very much 🥰

Comfort, fluff, Softie Hotch, mutual pining, age gap, size kink, p-n-v, oral, dirty talk, accidental sexting that leads to real sex? Idk lmao. It's a bit of a slow burn but I promise it gets really filthy towards the end ☺️

Word count: 7.7k

Not proofread so don’t come for me lmao

This was not meant for me.

That didn't stop my eyes from scanning her barely covered body more times than I could count, zooming in on her chest, her nipples erect and peaking through the thin fabric of her bra. I wanted to stop myself from staring at how well her panties fit on her hips, hugging them in all of the right places.

The accompanying message was asking for her groupchat's opinion on if she should get a spray tan for our upcoming trip to the beach. We'd planned to go as a unit, and as the newest member of the BAU, she'd taken quickly to the current women of the group. She and Penelope were nearly inseparable outside of work, and when JJ and Emily weren't busy together, the four of them were a power group. They did everything together; it was quite sweet, endearing even.

I let my fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure of how to proceed. I could give her my honest opinion, or I could do nothing and let her realize her mistake. It wasn't that I was upset, it couldn't have been further from the truth. I'd wanted her since she showed up in my office, her hair pushed back away from her face with a headband, letting me soak in all of her gorgeous features. She was so eager to work under me that we all accepted her with open arms. It was hard not to. She brought fresh baked cookies and other delicious treats every time we boarded the jet, and we'd all became fans of nights where she and Rossi would tag team dinner.

She was really hard not to fall for. I'd watched so many cops, detectives, all over the country, after her affection, but she'd always point to the wedding ring on her finger.

She wasn't married, and never had been. But she'd gotten tired of getting hit on constantly, so she started wearing it and using her 'husband' to avoid advances. Most of the time, it worked. Other times, I would interject, question the man's professionalism, and she'd always thank me after.

I was conflicted. The longer I sat and gawked at her, leaving her on read, the longer time I gave her to question my own morality. I decided to reply, as casually as possible without embarrassing her.

I think you'll tan just fine on the beach this weekend.

Within seconds of delivering, she was calling me, stumbling over an apology before I could even get a greeting out. She was panicked, flustered. It was cuter than it should have been, listening to her try to explain how the photo found its way to a thread of messages between us rather than her girlfriends.

"Y/n, you don't have to apologize, it was a simple mistake. If it makes you feel any better, I really don't think you need a spray tan."

"It oddly enough makes me feel a lot better," she chuckled, winded from her string of apologies.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping? We leave out early in the morning," I tried my best to change the subject, mostly because I really wanted to keep her on the phone. I was still in the office, despite the fact we were all technically on AL.

"Says the man who hasn't left his office," she shot back, and the undeniable squeak of her rolling chair told me she was only a flight of stairs away from me. I had kept the blinds drawn because I'd be going out of town, and I wanted the privacy of my office to remain untampered with.

"I thought I was the only one who worked off the clock," I sighed, standing to my feet and peeking through the blinds. She was mostly casual, in her jeans and her black tank top, her phone nestled between her ear and her shoulder as she scribbled away at her desk.

"Sorry to disappoint you," she tsked, closing up her notebook. If she felt my gaze on her, she didn't let it show.

"Why don't you come up and have a drink with me, and then we can both leave for the night?"

I stalked over to my door and pushed it open just a fraction, giving her no time to respond before I was hanging up the phone and retrieving the two of us a glass along with a bottle of scotch I kept tucked away for especially hard nights.

✨✨✨

You weren't sure what to expect when you crept up the stairs and into Hotch's office. The sight of him with his tie dangling loosely around his neck, and his head leaned back into the cushions like he'd just finally decided to relax after a month had your stomach in knots before you could even shut the door behind you. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks when he didn't budge at your arrival, instead he patted the empty seat next to him, his eyes closed, hand clutching his drink.

You closed the distance between yourself and the couch in a few short strides, mustering every ounce of courage you had to sit down next to him and accept the drink he'd offered you.

"Being away from this place for a few days will be refreshing," he said finally, tipping his glass back and welcoming the burn. You did the same, sinking into the cushions next to him, close but yet still so far from the man you'd wanted since your first week in the BAU. He was exactly your type: strong, powerful, dominant. He was off limits in so many ways if you wanted to stay on the team, and that was a sad reality you'd been wrestling with for the last 8 months that you'd worked beneath him.

"I've never been to the beach," you replied, earning a questioning look from him in response. You shrugged, taking another long sip of the amber liquid. In a way, the scotch reminded you of his eyes, the same golden brown hue, and the same lust-driven affects.

"That just means we'll have to make it a weekend to remember," he winked, causing the butterflies to erupt in your empty stomach. You almost thought he was flirting with you, but you shook it off as excitement for his first break in ages.

"Garcia has an itinerary for the first 12 hours," you groaned, and he chuckled, elbow touching yours slightly. He made no effort to move his arm, if anything, he let it go parallel with yours until your pinkies were brushing against one another. It was purely innocent, and adorably fucking sweet. You tried to hide how giddy being close to him made you feel, tried to swallow the growing feelings for your boss, but you couldn't choke them down.

"Do you think you could pencil me in for dinner one night? I can't have you at the beach and not take you to the best restaurant on the board walk," he asked, voice the tiniest bit unsteady as he waited for your answer.

"Is that allowed?" You didn't mean to blurt it out, but you wanted to cover all of the bases before you risked your job to go to dinner with your boss.

"We're technically on vacation. It's allowed if you're okay with it, of course."

You nodded, your words caught in your throat, the fantasies of making him your own playing in overdrive in your head. He was everything you wanted in a man and more, and he was asking you to dinner.

"If you want to leave your car, I'll drive you home and pick you up in the morning," he suggested, and somehow you managed to squeak out that was fine, though your voice sounded a million miles away to you. He offered you his hand before he stood to his feet, bringing you along with him. You made your way to the parking garage and climbed into his SUV, taking a deep breath while he walked around to the drivers side. Once he was in the vehicle, his tie was gone completely, tossed in the backseat with his briefcase and blazer. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the muscles beneath the cotton white fabric. You wanted to reach out and hold his hand across the console, but he'd only invited you to dinner, not to be his girlfriend.

"What time are you getting up?" His voice cut through your thoughts, so you told him about the 4am alarm time you'd set so you and the rest of the team could meet at Waffle House before making the drive to the beach.

"You don't mind riding in with me?" His confidence was gone for a moment as he glanced over at you, features mostly hidden by the night, but in the soft green glow of the street lights, you could see the sliver of doubt behind his eyes.

"Not unless it's a problem for you," you weren't sure if he'd want the entire team seeing the two of you together and suspecting something before you even had a chance to figure out what that 'something' was.

"It's not. Not at all."

His voice remained neutral as he pulled up to your apartment building, shutting off the engine so he could walk you to your floor. He stood towering behind you, a gentle, guiding hand placed on the small of your back as you led the way. He stopped at the elevator, signaling he'd gone as far as he intended to for the evening.

"I'll be here around 4:30, is that okay?"

You nodded, giving him a small wave as he waited for the doors to slide open. A hint of a smile crept onto his lips as he waved back, promising to see you in the morning. You weren't sure how you were supposed to sleep after Hotch turned your night upside down. Instead, you packed an array of outfits to choose from and prayed to God that Penelope in all of her night owl behavior hadn't chosen tonight to go to bed at a reasonable hour.

"I swear if our trip and my only shot to see Derek Morgan sunbathing beachside is ruined because we have a case—" she was wide awake now if she wasn't already.

"It isn't that. Something just happened and I need to tell you and ask what to do."

"Spill it sister."

So you spent the next half hour debating whether your date with Hotch was merely for a weekend hookup or if he looked at you the same way you saw him.

"He does seem to be more protective of you than anyone else. I thought it was because you were the newest and youngest member but now that I think about it..."

Garcia's trailing thoughts had you questioning every experience you'd had with Hotch prior to now. Sure, he was oddly always where you needed him, but he was that staple for everyone on the team, not just you.

"He's going to be here in like four hours, Garcia. We're riding to Waffle House together," her audible gasp let you know that she was equally as surprised as you were when he agreed to come.

"We already asked like ten times," she pouted, and your lips curled into a celebratory grin because you'd done the one thing they couldn't, and that was get Hotch to participate in all group activities on and off the clock.

"You better get some sleep. I'll adjust the itinerary to make room for your date," she purred, leaving your heart racing in anticipation for the weekend to come.

✨✨✨

We pulled into the drive of Rossi's beach house around 2 pm, and nearly everyone took off to their respective rooms to take a nap. The door adjacent to mine stayed open however, so Y/N had no intentions of sleeping. Instead, I watched as she unpacked her things and folded them neatly in the drawers of the dresser in her room.

"Not tired?"

She turned sharply at my voice, barely above a whisper. Even though we were on the third floor, a bathroom and a study the only other rooms, the house was quiet, and I didn't want to alert anyone who may have been awake.

"I don't know how they can all sleep with the beach a hundred yards away," she chuckled, her lavender sundress barely meeting the middle of her thighs. She motioned for me to come in so I stepped over the threshold and into the room she'd occupy for the next three days. There was a door in the far corner that separated her room from mine, a simple lock the only thing keeping us apart all weekend. I hadn't spent a lot of time with her outside of the office, but if she was willing, this weekend would be the beginning of a change to that routine.

"I'm starving. I was thinking if you aren't tired, we could grab something for lunch."

She was all smiles as she followed me up the short paved path to a small private beach, the boardwalk a short distance from Dave's property. We started the short walk, her eyes filled with wonder the entire time.

"Next year we'll go to Atlantic City," surely if this was an eye opener for her, somewhere more busy and entertaining would keep her happy nonstop. I hated the sand. Even now, in my polo and khakis, I felt more out of place than usual, and oddly enough I missed my tie, but the smile on her face was worth the trek through the sand.

"Isn't Atlantic City casinos and drinking? I'll pass," she giggled, the sun already beginning to kiss her cheeks in the most amazing way. I couldn't wait to see what the rest of the weekend had in store for her radiance, once a full day of splashing in the ocean had her glowing.

"Maybe next year I'll win and we go somewhere secluded," I joked, leading her to a gyro stand that I always visited when I was in town. Satisfied with my choice, we chose a cozy table for two and fell into what felt like the most normal meal I'd had in ages. The quiet parts weren't awkward, and we always managed to find something to talk about. I figured with our rather large age gap, we'd have nothing in common, but the woman who loved James Bond movies and knew 80's cinema better than Reid kept me surprised every time she opened her pretty little mouth.

"JJ texted. Everyone's going out for lunch and sight seeing after," she announced, slipping her phone back into her purse and directing her attention to me.

I certainly didn't want to look like a tourist, and I assumed it was Dave's idea to get everyone out of the house in the first place, because if anyone had been campaigning for me to ask Y/n out, it was Dave. He'd send us alone nearly any chance he could get, despite my earlier protests about her age and my position on the team. He assured me if things were serious later on, that's when it would matter, but for now I should follow my instincts.

"What do you want to do? We can join the others, or we can find something else to do," I suggested, a grin forming on my face at the way she perked up when I suggested staying together.

"They were playing Goldfinger at that tiny theater we passed on the way in," she reminded me, and even though I'd seen it ten times, another time with her wouldn't hurt.

"Goldfinger it is then. We better hurry or we'll miss the previews."

✨✨✨

After a double feature of Goldfinger and Skyfall, it was dark and you were both starving. Once your eyes adjusted, you realized it was just as dark outside, the sun nearly setting in the distance. You'd told JJ and the others what you guys were doing, and they were out for dinner also, but you and Hotch had other plans. On the opposite end of the boardwalk was a hole in the wall Italian restaurant that he'd been raving about since you crossed the state line, and luckily enough, you were the only patrons.

"I'm so glad we came here," you told him, his hand finding yours as he slid into the booth beside you. It was the first attempt at contact he'd made all day, though you could tell he'd tried hard not to hold your hand in the theater. Instead, it rested on the chair back behind your head, barely avoiding your shoulders. You caught him several times eyeing the tiny straps of your dress, which made you blush like mad because all you could think about was him taking your dress off. You'd hoped the weekend would end with opening up to him in more ways than just one, if he was okay with it.

"I'd suggest something to you but it's all good," he marveled, scanning the menu until he'd decided. You told him you'd have whatever he was having, and that made him smile a real smile, one you hadn't seen until now. You hoped it was the first of many.

Once the waiter took your order, his body shifted towards you and his hand gave yours a gentle, loving squeeze.

"If you aren't tired of movies, Dave has an extensive collection in the room across from yours," he said hopefully, and you quickly agreed to a night of cozying in with Hotch, especially if it meant the night didn't have to end yet. You were having the best time, and the lines between superior and team member and something more were starting to blur rapidly, and you considered that a really good thing. You'd promised yourself that if he wanted it as much as you did, then there was nothing left to question. You'd gladly give yourself to him no matter what the consequences.

"Lucky for us our rooms are so close," you were ready to take things a bit further, see where his boundaries were, if he had any. You had certainly left yours back at Quantico the night before.

"I wanted to have you close this weekend," he admitted, cheeks heating up slightly as he took another sip of his water. The waiter had suggested wine but you wanted the night to be clear so everyone was sure of the decisions they were making. You had a suspicion that Aaron skipped wine for the same reason.

"I'll be as close as you'll have me."

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The house was full but as quiet as we'd left it, the activities of the day exhausting everyone. We were saving the beach for a day when we'd had a full nights rest, so everyone had turned in early for the night, which worked to our advantage. We crept upstairs and as soon as we'd changed clothes, she unlatched the lock that kept the door joining our rooms shut and she was climbing into the bed that was mine for the weekend. She made herself comfortable, leaning back on the mound of pillows as I popped in the next Bond film. I had no plans on watching this one, unless she just absolutely wanted to. I was climbing in next to her, letting her lean into me and shelter me with her warmth.

"You smell like sunshine," she came a bit closer, unsure of where to put her hands as she finally settled on taking one of mine, so I wrapped my free arm around her and tried to settle my nerves. It had been a long time since I'd held anyone, and she was much bolder than I was. I noticed as I held her hand that her fake wedding ring was gone, a faded tan line in its place.

"I figured I wouldn't need it today," she lifted her hand, sucking in a breath when I pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Giving my affection to another person terrified me, but if anyone had it, I wanted it to be her. In seconds, her hands were pulling me to her and her mouth was hovering inches from mine, waiting on my green light. Once I was finally kissing her, none of the nervous jitters mattered anymore, it felt like things were going exactly the way the needed to go without my interference, and nature was taking it's proper course.

I pulled her into my lap and let my hands wander across her body, her tank top straps falling off her shoulders, her stomach slightly exposed. She lifted her arms and let me toss her shirt aside, leaving her topless on my lap.

"You're so gorgeous. Let me look at you," for the first time since I'd known her she seemed shy for a moment, so I tried my best to ease her nerves some. I ran a cautious hand down the middle of her back, feeling the goosebumps that arrived on her skin shortly after. She guided my free hand to her breast, giving me a small nod of approval before she let me explore her body with my hands.

"I can't believe you really thought you needed a spray tan. You're glowing and we've barely been here a day," I marveled, admiring her tan skin and how angelic she looked against the white comforter.

"Think we'd be doing this if I hadn't sent you that picture on accident?" The small gasp that escaped her lips was intoxicating as I rolled her nipple between my fingers, causing it to harden under my touch.

"I've wanted this to happen for a while now. I just didn't know how to say it," I brought her nipple to my mouth and groaned immediately at the moan that fell from her lips as she pushed her chest forward and grabbed on to the back of my head, urging me to continue. I was thankful for the privacy of the third floor and being far enough from the team that she didn't need to muffle her moans too much. She was so dainty, so much smaller than me in every way that she felt fragile, but at the same time she was flexible and nimble enough that her size could be used to our advantage in the future. I'd fantasized more than once about having her against the walls of my office at home; too many late nights working and a wild imagination had me daydreaming about her everywhere, and now it was a reality.

"Every inch of you is perfect," her nails met my back, treading the waters as she lightly raked them across my shoulders. The sensation that swept over my body had me begging her to do it again, groaning when she increased the pressure just a fraction. Her perfectly manicured fingers were marking me up in the best way, a sensual reminder of having her for the first time.

Her hips were grinding against mine, desperate for me, and I couldn't get enough of it.

"You don't need these clothes," I patted the empty space next to me so she could slide off of me and I could climb on top of her, dragging her sweatpants down her hips before I situated myself next to her, her pink panties the only piece of clothing left on her. I tossed my shirt and let her unbutton my pants, lifting my hips so she could help me shrug them off. Feeling self conscious didn't even cross my mind, I was already so comfortable with her that easing in felt like a waste of time; I wanted to dive in headfirst to whatever life with her looked like.

"You're so sexy, Aaron," her breath was hot on my neck and my name had rolled so effortlessly off her tongue that I had to bite back a moan, letting my eyes flutter shut as she smothered me in affection, her arms wrapped around my neck and her tongue tangled with mine. I tugged her legs apart, teasing her clothed center with my fingertips. She was soaked through her panties, whimpering at my touch already.

"You're so wet for me already, sweet girl," she let her legs fall open the rest of the way, welcoming my touch, needy for it as her hips bucked and wiggled. I pushed past the waistband of her panties and let my fingers find her warmth, a sigh of ecstasy escaping her when I made contact with her throbbing clit. Her brows were pulled together, mouth slightly agape as I began to learn her body. I slowly worked a finger inside of her and she clenched around me immediately, begging me to give her more. I propped up on my elbow, slipping another digit inside of her.

"So fucking tight, I can't wait to feel you," the filthier I was, the more she stopped holding back. My filter was long gone, replaced by desire to make her squirm like no other man before or after me. She looked properly fucked already, a thin layer of sweat on her brow and her eyes pinched tightly together as I fucked her with my fingers. She came soon after, gushing on my fingers like my own personal water fountain of pleasure.

"That's it, good girl. I'm going to fuck you with my tongue now, is that alright?" I was already climbing between her thighs, nestling between her legs and spreading her lips open to expose her clit. Her hands fell to my hair as she guided my mouth to her sex, tossing her head back as I tasted her for the first time.

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You were trying not to scream, but his mouth just felt that good. Truthfully, you didn't mind to wake the entire house, but you were behaving for Aaron's sake. He looked more peaceful than you'd ever seen him, buried between your legs, his tongue working overtime to make you cum over and over. You couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched you like this, and you'd certainly never felt as desired as you did right now.

The thing that had shocked you the most considering he was so broody and quiet unless you were working was how vocal he was in his neediness for you. It was so sexy how he told you exactly what he was thinking, no matter how explicit. He made no attempt to hide how much he wanted you, how happy you were making him just by letting him have his way with you. You were in the most blissful state, his tongue tracing lazy circles on your clit as he teased you with his fingers.

"Could spend all weekend long just like this," his voice shot vibrations through your entire body, making your legs shake and your hips buck upward involuntarily. His grip on your waist tightened as he moaned into you, sending you over the edge quicker than you could blink. Your nails showed no mercy on his shoulders, which kept a ghost of a smirk on his cocky lips. You were sure his massive hands had marked your body up as well, and you'd wear every mark as a proud souvenir. You were his entirely now; he'd already made sure you'd never be completely satisfied without him, and he hadn't even fucked you yet.

As if he read your mind, he was pulling himself

up onto his knees and lining himself up with you, dragging you off the pillows and pulling your legs in the air to rest against his chest. You had the perfect view of him shimmying his boxers down and exposing his length, pumping his thick, throbbing member at the sight of you waiting to take him.

"You'll stop me if it's too much, right?"

With a quick nod and your hands pulling at the back of his legs, he slid into you, stretching and filling you in a way you'd never experienced. Whole was the first word to come to mind, but it was quickly replaced by the slamming of Aaron's hips against yours and his hand flying over your mouth to muffle the scream that followed.

"As soon as we get back home and I can take you to my bed, you can make all the noise you want, but I need you to be good and stay quiet, okay?" He never stopped fucking you, just waited for you to be quiet so he could move his hand. You did your best to keep the noise to a minimum as he fucked you, his hands tangled in your hair.

"You feel even better than I imagined, sweetheart. Can I cum inside of you?"

You gave him an eager nod and told him you were on birth control, which almost immediately caused him to finish, his dick twitching inside of you as he gave you every last drop of cum he had to offer. You were more than satisfied with how your first night of vacation was going, and the only thing that could make it better was still having Aaron after the weekend was over.

He was still trying to catch his breath, reaching out to cradle your face before pulling up his boxers and finding you a towel. Once you were cleaned up he offered you the t-shirt he'd been wearing and popped in another movie, climbing in the bed once more and wrapping his arms around you.

"Will you sleep in here with me tonight?"

He was asking you to stay, opening his arms for you to crawl into like you'd done it every night for years. You immediately relaxed into him, kissing his cheek as you settled in at his side.

"Tomorrow we'll see the beach. And I know everyone else is staying until Monday, but I was hoping you'd head back with me Sunday and maybe we could spend the rest of our vacation just the two of us."

You weren't due back in the office until Thursday, so you quickly agreed, drifting off to sleep shortly after.

✨✨✨

"Come on, Aaron, it's almost 7 am!"

The sun was barely creeping over the horizon and we were the first people on the beach, her chair already placed in the sand along with her beach bag. She'd insisted on getting up early and having breakfast together on the beach, which meant we were up before everyone else and got a nice head start.

"Slow down! I'm getting sand in my shoes," she was already setting things up and I was trailing behind, trying to carry more chairs and a bag of my own. She came to help, taking my bag and giving me a strange look.

"You're not really planning to work while we're at the beach, are you?" Her hands met her hips and I couldn't help but giggle at her. That is exactly what I'd planned to do.

"Once we get back and it's just us, no work. I promise. But for now, I just have a few things to finish writing up. Couple hours, tops."

She seemed satisfied with my answer, and soon enough, JJ, Penelope and Emily were all joining us on the beach, groaning at the light even through their sunglasses.

"Rossi got us day drunk yesterday," Garcia groaned, slathering on sunscreen as the rest of them nodded in unison.

"Speaking of, where did you two disappear to all day long?" JJ whispered at my side, the two of us watching as she and Emily helped Garcia set up the chairs.

"We uh, went to the movies and had dinner. Came back here and everyone was asleep."

"Sounds like a nice first date," she winked, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks at the idea of having her alone in my house in a days time.

"It was. Obviously I need to keep this quiet for now, JJ. Beyond this team, we work together."

She tsked and shrugged her shoulders, knowing that's how things had started months ago with her and Emily, and now everyone knew about them. It wasn't an issue because it didn't compromise their ability to perform adequately.

"But for how long? Because you haven't taken your eyes off of her."

She was right. How was I supposed to put on a facade now that I'd had her for myself? It would be nearly impossible, but luckily the people I was around the most knew something was going on, so there was no cause to worry until new circumstances arose. I joined her and our friends, listening to the soft chatter of voices as they all rehashed events from the drive up and the night before.

"Spence almost drove Morgan crazy on the way up," JJ nodded toward the house, where the two men were already arguing about something. It was all in good teasing fun, but they were entertaining, especially on car rides as long as ours.

"Hotch! We need you to settle a debate," Morgan called, eyes darting between Y/n and me as his eyebrows shot up in a questioning look. I gave him a subtle nod and joined him a good distance away from the ladies to see what all the fuss was about.

"Morgan thinks that you can't just be attracted to someone based on personality alone," Reid stated, to which Morgan rolled his eyes playfully.

"All I'm saying is, you don't sleep with a woman for her personality."

"He has a point, Reid."

"I know he does, but-"

I put up my hands in surrender and gestured to the beach behind me.

"Go play in the water and quit arguing, please."

✨✨✨

An early morning made for an even earlier night, everyone tiring out and settling in for dinner around 5 pm. We all opted to cook together, which ended with the men drinking and watching the women work effortlessly in the kitchen from the living room.

"You're very obvious, if you didn't already know," Rossi was at my side, nudging me with his elbow.

"I have no reason not to be. Everyone knows," I said proudly, a perpetual smile on my face, pulled so tight I couldn't wipe it away if I wanted to.

"I think this trip was the best idea I've had in ages," he boasted, refilling my glass. I wanted to take it easy on the alcohol so I didn't have a massive hangover on the drive back home.

"There's a retro theater about ten minutes away that you should check out before we leave."

I told him about our Bond double feature, our plans to leave early in the morning so we could spend the rest of our vacation alone, which he wasn't happy about, but quickly forgave me for it anyway.

"Sounds like you're finally taking my advice. If you leaving early means we'll all come home to a smiling face in the office on Thursday, be our guest."

"You don't think I'm moving too quickly, do you, Dave?"

He shook his head, patting my back and giving me a goofy grin.

"You're both adults. You move at the speed the universe takes you."

✨✨✨

After you'd ate dinner and had a shower, Hotch was tapping lightly on the door that connected your rooms. You'd already found clothes to sleep in and had curled up in your previously unused bed.

"I found a copy of True Lies in Dave's study. It's not Bond, but it's close," he held up the dvd for you to see, popping it in the player and joining you in your bed. Your arms opened up for him and he climbed in them happily, letting you hold him as he used your lap as a pillow.

"What time are we heading out in the morning?"

"Is 6 okay? I wanted you to be able to sleep some," his hands gently massaged your thighs, his fingers tracing shapes on your sun kissed skin.

"6 is fine. I didn't tell anyone we were leaving."

He shrugged, head leaned back in your lap so he could look up at you.

"I told Dave earlier. He wasn't surprised," you were shocked he'd told anyone, considering whatever you two were doing was still fresh and new.

"I don't think anyone was surprised," all your friends weren't shocked in the least, they'd all been sitting around waiting on either of you to make a move, and Hotch had decided this weekend was the perfect time. The entire team, you excluded, had seen it coming.

"I would have said something sooner. I've known for a long time that you're who I want. I just had to be sure you felt the same or it would make working together difficult," he chuckled lightly, reaching up to caress your face. You leaned into his touch, feeling more secure than you had in a long time.

"I thought maybe I was too young for you," you admitted, although that and a list of other insecurities had kept you from saying anything until it was obvious how he felt about you.

"I don't mind if you don't mind," he said softly, and you didn't mind at all. In fact, the flecks of gray in his sideburns and the rigid manliness of his demeanor were two of the things you admired most about him.

"It was...a lot of things. Honestly, I thought you were too good for me," you whispered, leaning back suddenly as he sat upright, pulling you into his arms.

"You're not serious, are you?"

You nodded, and he sighed before he pulled you in for a kiss. His mouth was enough to erase every worry you had, his tongue dancing wildly against yours. He pulled you up to straddle him, groaning when your hips met his and your center rocked against him, already stiff and needy through his pajamas.

"You are so out of my league it isn't even funny," he mumbled between kisses, his hands guiding your hips in all the right places, providing just enough friction to have you aching, your panties a slippery mess inside of your shorts.

"You can't honestly think that," you were finding it hard to focus with his hands swiftly undressing you so he could cover your chest in love marks. He wore a satisfied grin the entire time, your moans just motivating him further.

"I do think that. You're fantastic in every way," his tongue swirled around your nipple, one after the other until they were both sensitive and flushed, playing with you almost as if you were his new favorite toy.

"Can I show you how gorgeous I think you are? Let me convince you," he laid you down gently, throwing his own shirt aside and hovering over you so he could kiss you again, this time with so much passion you had to squeeze your thighs together to deliver some of the pressure that was building in your core. He sensed your desperation and was eager to help, sliding your panties down enough so you could kick them down the rest of the way. His fingers slid through your drenched folds, a low groan coming from his chest when he admired his finger, slicked and soaked with arousal. You felt your mouth fall open when he sucked his finger clean, closing his eyes and savoring how you tasted.

"So fucking sweet. Are you always going to be this wet for me, sweetheart?"

All you could do was nod, star struck as he lowered himself between your legs, slowly, cautiously, as if all of his focus was now on you and the pleasure he could give you. His eyes darkened dramatically as he licked a stripe directly through your center, vibrating your core with his rumbling voice.

"Made just for me, isn't that right, sweetheart?"

His fingers dexterously spread you open so his tongue could work on your almost sensitive spot, his lips brushing your clit lightly in a sensual kiss unlike any you'd ever experienced. Once more and you were a writhing mess, your back arching off the mattress. You came with a shudder, causing Aaron to cease all movement until he knew you were okay.

"So sensitive, but it feels so fucking good," you whined as the rough pads of his thumb pressed gently on your clit, ghosting circles over your swollen flesh.

"You're doing so well, sweet girl. Can you handle my fingers and my mouth at the same time, or will it be too much?"

"I can handle it," you were eager, desperate, spreading yourself open so his hands were unoccupied. He eased a finger into you, and then another, curling them into you as his lips latched on to your clit. The combination of his massive fingers filling you and his mouth satisfying your every desire made your head spin. You'd listened to him silence a room with a single sentence and now he was in your bed, keeping you quiet in an entirely new way.

"I love to feel you clench around my fingers," the proud smile he wore was a clear indication of how much fun he was truly having, his cheeky grin contagious. He glanced up at you long enough to catch a glimpse of your smile before he was diving back between your thighs, purely lost in you.

“I can’t wait to get you back home so I can hear all the pretty little sounds you can make,” he teased, his finger curling perfectly inside you, just enough pressure to have you unraveling at the seams. He knew exactly how to make you feel like you were on cloud nine, and for a moment you had to focus on catching your breath.

“Jesus, Aaron, aren’t you tired?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Then switch spots with me. I want your dick in my mouth,” he wasn’t planning to stop until you made him, and he’d been having all of the fun up until now. You had imagined this moment a million times in your mind, but usually it took place somewhere forbidden, like beneath his desk in his office. Now, with him splayed across the bed like some sort of deity, his cock begging to be freed from the restricting waistband of his boxers, you couldn’t wait to give him exactly what he’d secretly been waiting for.

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I wasn’t sure how it was supposed to get any better than this, watching her flatten her tongue against my member before she took the majority of it in her mouth. I was nearly melting into the pillows, my hips feverishly bucking to meet her mouth. She took all of me with ease, opening her mouth entirely to take my cock in the back of her throat. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as her moans rattled my body, the sensation making me see stars.

“Look at you, so pretty with my cock in your throat,” she couldn’t help but smile, swirling her tongue around the tip and working her free hand on my length.

“I’ve dreamed of having you like this,” she whispered before taking me back in her mouth. I felt my cock bottom out at the back of her throat, constricting and tightening the more she hollowed her cheeks. It was sloppy and intimate and so fucking hot.

“Dreamed of me fucking your throat just like this?”

Her mhm was muffled, strained and gravelly against my cock, shooting electricity all the way to my toes. I wanted to finish inside of her, buried as deep as I could go in her.

“Come ride me,” my dick fell from her mouth with a plop and in seconds she was hovering above me, using her hand to line me up with her so she could sink down on me.

“You fit me like a glove,” she began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly at first until she found her rhythm. I held her hips, guiding her through every slow stroke, watching her face contort in pleasure as she came, nails digging into my arms for support. She leaned forward just enough for me to slam into her, holding her in place above me.

“Please don’t stop, I’m begging you,” she breathed, raising up on her knees at the perfect angle for me to hit her sweet spot. I was dangerously close, my thrusts getting sloppier, more urgent.

“One more time, sweet girl. You’re so close,” her eyes squeezed shut and I felt her constrict around me, her grip on my arms tight as she moaned my name. I pulled her onto my length and came hard, the two of us tangled together in a mess of sweat and bedsheets. The clock on the bedside table read 10:05 pm, and I knew we were both exhausted. We had a long drive ahead of us the next day.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll get some sleep,” she nodded, yawning wide as she leaned back on the pillows, letting me clean her off and tuck her in. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow, the light lull of her breathing the only sound in the room as I crawled in next to her, lucky to finally have her by my side.

[neurodivrrgent]

𝕵𝖔𝖞-𝕱𝖚𝖑𝖑 (𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖞 #2)

Summary: Jotun!Loki strikes intrigue in an Asgardian, what they don't seem to realise is it's more than mutual

⚠️Content: NSFW; size kink, slight D/S dynamics, technically monsterfucking?

Author's Note: I got a little carried away with this one, but I find it quite enjoyable and I hope you do too! This hasn't been proofread so apologies for any SPaG errors in advance :) Also, couldn't find a size kink GIF I liked, so there's another Jotun!Loki GIF at the bottom!!

You’d been curious for a while now. It started off innocently enough, as most things do. After spending enough time around Thor, you learn to be outspoken, so even weird requests seemed to come naturally. Just a simple utterance of “How much bigger isyour hand than mine?!” came from you one day, on some distant planet whose name you forgot, during one of the fine prince of Asgard’s expansive parties. Loki merely laughed; he was more than happy to comply to your request, of course.

Your hand, fingers spread so far they ached, fit snugly into the dip of his palm, finger tips brushing the upper pads. You remember feeling your eyes widen, looking meekly up from your joined hands to his face, where he smirked back down at you, cocking an eyebrow up. “Well? What did you expect? You Asgardians are so...small, after all,” He taunted, letting out a chuckle and covering his mouth with the back of his hand at your precious little pout. The blue hand against yours dropped down and took your jaw within its fingers, pinching just enough to squish your face into a more exaggerated pout, silencing any complaints in the process. “And such sour beings you are when confronted with your own short fallings. Adorable,”

You enjoyed that far more than you cared to admit.

The second time was only a little less innocent than the first. Another party, way too much to drink. You’d spoken to him as often as you could throughout the party, warped mind deciding this would be the night you pulled. It wasn’t. You ended up half conscious and slung over his arm – literally, you were laying hung over it at one point, his other hand supporting your head. The next few hours were a blur, but you remembered waking up what you guessed was around 4am. Your body was sprawled, laid over his lap, with his limp arm beside him and his hand serving as a pillow for your head. You stretched and squirmed, not really processing your placement until you heard him let out a sleep-addled groan. When you rolled onto your back and felt something supporting the dip of it that most definitelywasn’t that sturdy before, you decided it was best to let yourself rest once more. How were you to know he saw how you grew flustered at the ‘problem’ you caused, peering down at you through the one eye he cracked open when he first felt you stir?

The third time- oh who are we kidding? It was as far from innocent as you can get. This time, Loki had visited Asgard from Jotunheim without the promise of a party – instead, there was some business being decided between the two realm and he decided to tag along. He began the search for your sweet self as soon as they’d arrived, defecting from his friends like they were nothing. You were far more important. He found you through Thor’s guidance, lounging in your chambers after a bout of heatstroke. You didn’t even hear him enter, you just sensed a shadow over you as you sprawled on the chaise lounge by your window, soft breeze tickling your skin. You let out a grunt of dissatisfaction, only to gasp out when you heard that familiar chuckle, dropping your hand from your forehead and turning to face the towering man.

“Loki! I wasn’t expecting you!” You exclaimed, pushing yourself up onto your hands. Only, you were met with two fingers on your stomach before you could get any further, his larger form holding you still with little effort. “Don’t trouble yourself, darling,” He speaks smoothly, rendering you speechless as you gaze up at him, lips slightly parted, “Actually, I have an idea; I’ll give you something more comfortable to lay on,” It wasn’t a suggestion so much as a request – permission to allow him to carry out this desire he had. You offered a slow nod in response, only to take in a deep breath in when you found yourself lifted into his hand and drawn back to his chest, head laying just below his collarbone as you stared up at him. You released your breath slowly as the giant settled down onto the seat, which let out a groan at its sudden overloaded capacity. You made a mental note to get your furniture stabilised to hold his mass, you wanted no excuses to not have him in your presence more often. He propped himself up loosely, sat at an odd angle that prompted a concerned look that he immediately dismissed, his legs bent and hanging over the bottom edge of your lounge.

“How does this serve you, love?” He murmured against the side of your head, the intimacy of the moment prompting you to swallow thickly. You looked down at your form, dwarfed as you rested on him, your toes barely reaching halfway down his thighs. “Well,” You sighed softly in response, relaxing muscles you weren’t even aware you’d tensed, your form going slack atop his as your head lolled into the dip of his neck. He let out a calm sigh of his own, one hand coming to rest over your stomach, his fingers and heel of his hand sitting either side of your hips. He brushed his free fingers gently along your neck and the side of your face, your eyes fluttering pleasantly as a response. And then, his touch seemed to disappear, prompting your eyes to flip open.

A pitched and goblet of wine and a bowl of berries and grapes had been sat on your window ledge, which Loki now seemed to be eagerly reaching towards. “Thirsty, little one?” He almost cooed, smiling when he felt the slow nod of your head against his skin. For someone so large, he was meticulously skilled in using smaller appliances, managing to fill the goblet and lift it to your lips with such delicacy you doubted even you could replicate it. The wine poured into your mouth with ease, spreading a fuzzy warmth through your throat and down into the rest of your body. It felt nice, soothing...speaking of soothing, Loki had begun murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. Or, you presumed they were sweet nothings – he was speaking in a tongue you couldn’t translate, your brain melting around his soft words.

This went on for some time; you sprawled against him, feeling like you were sinking into his blue chest as he slipped wine and (rather squished) berries down your throat. All the while, foreign words were whispered into your ear, wrapping around your brain and reducing it to a relaxed mush. You swore you could’ve stayed that way for hours- hell, maybe you did, you honestly couldn’t tell. Time seemed to slow, almost halt, with only the wisp of the curtain in the light breeze reminding you that infinity marched on. Yet, finally, you spoke. “What...What are you saying?” You asked quietly, staring up at the ceiling as you had been for the past...however long you’d been there. There was a pause before you heard Loki set down the goblet and move his hand back to the side of your head, pressing his index finger to your temple. You spy a flash of blue in the corner of your eye when everything suddenly falls into place.

And my, oh my, is it an interesting puzzle your mind had formed.

“Understand now, little one?” Loki coos in that same tongue, but one you now comprehend. His words from before now swirl in your mind, almost suffocating you with their weight. “This wine dripping down your throat makes me desperate to stretch it out and fill you with me” and “So small and dainty, how I’d love to ruin you my dear” are particular favourites that spring to mind; they quicken your breathing and make your eyes blow wide. Your mouth useless trembles in utter shock, cheeks warming as broken stutters leave you. Even when you feel his fingers creep down and close your jaw with a chuckle, you’re still stumbling to comprehend what’s happening. He tilts your head up, eyes meeting your own with just as bright a sheen of desire as in your own. His fingers, only two managing to fit beneath your chin, spread out, one caressing your throat as you swallow once more, prompting him to smirk.

“So, what do you say, darling? Care to test the waters as my little…cock sleeve?”

[cherryfabi]

Helloooo I was wondering if you could write something about Harry styles x (not famous) reader where Anthony Mecenello (the YouTuber) reacts to their relationship and analyses little videos from concerts, interviews, paparazzi videos etc. and like he points out Harry’s protective gestures or how the reader’s love language is touch ‘cause she is always seeking for contact and in general how cute and in love they are??? It would be awesomeee

Happy Halloween people! Here’s a short but cute writing, I hope you like it! Also, I loved this ask, it took me a while to write, but here it is!!💓 (I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes; it hasn't been proofread.)

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"Hi people! I'm Anthony Recenello, and I've been a dating coach for the last fifteen years, and today I will be analyzing Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles' relationship." He introduces himself. "I think this has been one of the most requested videos of all time, so without further to do, let's begin!"

Anthony begins with a video of you at one of Harry's last concerts. A fan had taken the video. Harry was singing 'Carolina' and was looking at you while you were dancing to the song. A huge smile appeared on Harry's face when he saw you.

He was definitely looking at you. He only looks at you that way.

While Anthony watched the video, a smile appeared on his face too. "Wow, look at the way his eyes light up when he spots her."

Harry was singing the chorus. "She's a good girl, she's such a good girl, she's a good girl, she feels so good."

You smiled at Harry, and Harry laughed while singing.

"So this video is obviously recent. Harry is on tour, and Y/N and he have been dating for the last two years or so… I am pretty sure.." He says, not entirely sure. "Harry seems to see nobody but her, and Y/N doesn't care about doing these weird movements. They only care about making the other one laugh… The lyrics Harry was singing were the best part, though. I loved how he sang, "she feels so good, and she's a good girl," looking directly at her, there's definitely a subliminal message there if you know what I mean."

Then, Anthony moves on to another video. This one is one where Harry opens a bit about his relationship with you. It was one of the few interviews where Harry had opened up about your relationship.

"So Harry, you've been in a relationship with Y/N Y/LN for the last couple of years, want to talk about it? Have any songs been written about her, perhaps?" Ryan Kemp asked Harry.

"Uh- yeah. We've written a few songs about her. Don't know if they are going to make it to my next album, though." Harry explains.

"Can you tell us the name of one of them?" Ryan dares to ask.

"No," Harry politely declines. "I will tell you this, though. I will show them to her at some point."

"No way!" Ryan says. "Does she know some songs have been written about her?"

Harry frowns, thinking what to say. "Possibly she suspects it, but I don't know. I haven't told her anything if that's what you're asking."

"Well, after she watches this, she will know." The interviewer makes a point.

"She will," Harry pouts.

Anthony pauses the video for a second.

"Notice how Harry doesn't want to tell the interviewer some aspects of his life?" Anthony poses a rhetorical question. "Apart from wanting to keep some aspects of his love life private, he also appears to be hesitant to reveal the information without first speaking with Y/N. This could mean that Harry doesn’t feel comfortable talking about certain subjects without speaking to Y/N first. That's a very positive thing.”

Anthony hits play on that exact video.

"Now, what's been the most embarrassing moment of Y/N's that you'll never forget?" The interviewer changes the subject.

Harry breathes out heavily. "Just one?" He laughs.

"Well, you can tell more if you'd like, we won't oppose." The interviewers laughed as well.

"Oh God, she'll kill me for saying this," Harry says, throwing his head back. "When she was meeting my mom, she was wearing this extremely short dress, and it was a very windy day, we were having lunch-"

"Wait, was she meeting your mom for the very first time?" Another interviewer interrupts.

"Yeah," Harry answers. "And when she was going to sit down, the wind caused her dress to rise, and we all saw her underwear. Very traumatic day for my mom… The bizarre thing is that she doesn't wear dresses that often!"

Everyone in the video started laughing, and Anthony paused the video.

Anthony couldn't help but laugh before he started talking again. "I'm not a Harry fan, but I think I will definitely be at the end of this. I love how Harry talks about her; he does it with so much passion… I kinda wish I were Y/N. By the way, he tells this story, it's evident that this day was significant for both of them, and most likely Harry makes fun of her for it.” He explains. "I kind of want to see how their dynamic as a couple is…."

The next video was a video paparazzi had taken a while back while you and Harry were on a walk.

At the beginning of the video, it looked like you and Harry were walking calmly down the sidewalk while holding hands. Harry and you were laughing as he kept telling you the worst jokes you've ever heard. Both of your faces show how in love you are.

Anthony pauses the video.

"I like the fact that both of them look very relaxed and look very happy together." He smiles. "It's tough to get videos of famous people like this because most of them are always staged, but because of their body language, I can tell they are very relaxed, and at least this doesn't look staged."

Anthony continues the video. You and Harry were closer to the paparazzi. Once you are very near them, you get closer to Harry. You took your hand off his and instead clung to his arm. Harry moved his hand to your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"Okay, here Harry pulls her closer to him in a protective way." Anthony points out. "I can't really talk about why he does it, but it seems to me that she might feel anxious or uncomfortable with all the cameras there… Let's watch that again."

Anthony replays the video, wanting to take in as many details as possible.

"Yeah, so by the way they both act, it's obvious Y/N is not that comfortable and relies on Harry to protect her." Anthony nods. "I know paparazzi can get intense with their questions and stuff, so how she feels doesn't surprise me at all. I love how Harry is so protective, though."

Then another video was shown. This one is a video taken when you and Harry were leaving The Brits Awards. You and Harry were clearly drunk, laughing at everything and anything. He had his hands all over you, not in a sexual way, but he got extremely clingy to you when he was in this state.

The two of you would regularly be holding hands or showing affection to each other whenever you could, but in this video, your PDA was taken to a new level.

Anthony smiles while watching the video. "Aw, they are so cute!" He laughed. "From what I've seen of their relationship, I love it. I know we don't know for sure what their everyday life looks like, but they seem very in love."

There's a pause. Anthony seems to think about what he's going to say next.

"I also like how Y/N is so supportive of Harry's career. I mean, she goes with him to award shows, and she dances and sings his songs at his concerts… I like that. Not many non-famous girlfriends or boyfriends do that."

Now, Anthony shows another video. Even though this video was short, it was a fan favorite. It was a video you shared from your first Halloween with Harry.

You wanted to scare him, so you got prepared to do so. Harry was out working, and this gave you time to prank him.

You were dressed in a long, scary white dress, and your hair looked a mess. (Even you were afraid when you saw yourself in the mirror when you were ready). You grabbed a rocking chair and positioned it in front of you. Your plan was to scare Harry by nudging the chair to make it move as soon as he entered the house, then see how he reacted when he saw you staring blankly at the chair while it moved on its own.

And the video showed just that.

(The chair used was like this, but it was blue and prettier).

You started recording as soon as you heard Harry opening the front door. You quickly pushed the chair so that it started moving, and you sat across from it.

"Darling? Are you here?" Harry asked, opening the door to the room. When he got in and saw you, he was confused. "What are you doing?"

Then his gaze was drawn to the rocking chair. "WHAT THE FUCK? WHY IS THAT CHAIR-"

"Shh, Harry." You hush him. "She will get mad if you continue talking." Your voice was flat and emotionless.

Harry didn't move. He was scared. He was looking right at you with his eyes wide open.

Seconds later, Harry's phone started ringing. Someone was calling him.

When Harry heard that, he shouted and ran out of the room. After this happened, you couldn't stand the urge to laugh anymore and laughed. (The phone wasn't part of your original plan, but whoever called did so just on time.)

Then you went over to where the phone was and stopped the recording.

Anthony laughed. "Oh my God, that was amazing!" He kept on laughing. "I love them, I really do. In this video, it's seen how beautiful their relationship is. They kiss, they laugh, they prank each other… it's perfect if you ask me. I definitely know why this video is loved by every Harry fan!... I loved seeing this side of their relationship!”

"The next video will be the last one. I wish I had more footage of them, but they're very private, and unfortunately, I couldn't find any more videos of them… so let's watch it!"

The video he showed was taken during Christmas, and you were with Harry's family. All of you were playing STOP.

"Harry, you're cheating!" Gemma screamed. "You can't look for the answer on the internet!"

Gemma and Harry were competing against each other while the rest of the family waited to see who won. Harry and Gemma were seated on the floor in front of everyone with a piece of paper and a pencil to write with. You and the rest of Harry's family watched Gemma and Harry play on Anne's huge couch.

"I'm not!" He lied. "I'm just looking at what time it is!"

"Sure you are," Gemma said, rolling her eyes. "Y/N, control your man."

You walked over to where Harry was and gave him a hug from behind. He turned to look at you with a massive smile on his face.

"Please, darling, tell me what color starts with the letter L," He asked for your help.

It was seen how you whispered something in his ear.

"Thank you," He said before kissing you.

"Hey, you guys are cheating!" Gemma shakes her head in disbelief.

"Gemma, just because your partner isn't as wonderful as mine doesn't mean you're allowed to-"

"STOP, I’m done!" Gemma screamed once she had finished filling in all of the categories, interrupting Harry. "I won!"

"No, this isn’t over! Let's do another round; this one doesn't count," Harry demanded, clearly not happy that Gemma had won.

"Sorry, H." Gemma smiled. "You lost."

He pouted and turned to hug you. He was sad that he didn't win. The video showed more seconds of how others kept playing the game while Harry and you were just hugging, kissing, and loving each other.

"I love this video. I think this is the most intimate video we've seen of them. In this video, it's seen how they act when there are no cameras around. I just think they have a good relationship in general. They seem to love and support each other. They're definitely my favorite couple now! I also see how both of them are trying to be as close as possible to each other, and I love how Harry's family treats Y/N as part of their family."

Anthony makes a pause.

"So, I think this is all for this video. My conclusion of this video is that I think their privacy has a positive impact on their relationship. Maybe because no one is speculating and talking about them very often. I loved their relationship. I believe that if they continue their relationship as it is, it will last very long. Uh-, I like how Harry is protective of her and the way she seems to trust him. I also like that they show just enough affection to each other. I can tell Y/N's love language is touch; that's a fact. I loved her Halloween prank. It was amazing! I think I won't ever stop talking about that. In general, I loved their dynamic as a couple. I think now I will be a Harry and Y/N stan. But, without further ado, if you liked this video, please give it a thumbs up. Lastly, if you want to see more of Y/N and Harry, please like this video so I know you want a part two and send me more footage of the couple to analyze. I hope you guys enjoyed the video, and thanks for watching! Until next time!"