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Criminal Minds Alphabet Challenge

Title: E - Expert Touch Word Count: 1335  Rating: Teenish Fandom: Criminal Minds Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid Triggers: None

Summary: Aaron likes to touch

Aaron liked to touch, even if it was the simplest of touches. However, every touch had Spencer’s body burning. The casual touch of his hand at the base of his spine as he followed him through a room. Or the simple touch of hands as they passed by each other. Even the times that they were together in the privacy of one of their homes, Aaron always seemed to have his hands on Spencer. It didn’t matter if they were curled up on the couch watching a movie, or one of them was cooking in the kitchen. A part of Aaron was normally pressed against Spencer. He had grown so accustomed to it, that he had begun to hate being at work as it meant that the touches became less frequent and less intimate.

Though, the more Spencer began to think about it and recall, Aaron was touching him more and more while at work. Whether it was at the bureau or while they were out on a case. The touches were becoming more frequent and more intimate. Not that the younger man minded, however his concern was that the team would begin to notice and they would start to wonder and that might not have been better, than just being forthright and telling them themselves. 

The first time Spencer can recall noticing the touches becoming more. Was when Aaron lent over him at his desk, normally that would not involve any touching or if it did, it was a hand to the shoulder as he walked away. Something that could be deemed professional. But today, he was dragging his fingers across the back of Spencer’s neck, making the small hairs stand on end. It was making it more and more increasingly difficult to focus and give the information that the man was asking for. 

He felt the calloused fingertips play with the curls of hair at the base of his neck. Winding them around his fingers and then releasing to do it all over again. It sent shivers through Spencer’s body, a casual yet intimate touch that didn’t normally happen while sitting in the bullpen at work. He was also lent a lot closer than normal, to the point Spencer could feel his breath against his ear. It was doing nothing for his concentration. 

The next time was while they were sitting on the jet heading out to a case. Spencer had sat next to the older man and while everyone was reviewing the casefiles at their own pace, the younger man felt the hand of his boss on his thigh. It startled him initially, this did not happen. They had both been certain of the fact that this sort of thing did not happen while working. 

At first it just sat there, resting against the slender thigh. A warm presence that Spencer enjoyed, even if the confusion rattled through his mind. Spencer had looked at Aaron and found that he was still engrossed in the casefile in his other hand. So that’s what he went back to doing, reading the notes and reviewing the information so that they could hit the ground running. However after a while the fingers started to stretch and scrape against his thigh. The touch instantly went to places that were not appropriate for such a public location. Yet, he didn’t stop it and the hand kept moving, rubbing and blunt nails scratching against his thigh. It was probably the most distracting thing in the world, especially when his mind began associating it with highly sexual things that were not helping the erection currently growing in his pants. Spencer fidgeted under the touch, and when he looked over at Aaron again, he saw the smirk curling at his lips. 

The third time, and the final time before Spencer confronted Aaron about what the hell he was doing, was a casual afternoon out with the team and their kids. The team weren’t aware of anything happening with their boss and colleague. So while afternoons like this were torture, because they couldn’t be together in that sense - they were still fun. Today was a trip to the zoo, it had been JJ’s turn to pick the outing and so that had automatically been given to Henry. Spencer had a weakness for the zoo, it was an outing he loved and an opportunity to share his knowledge with Henry and Jack who asked questions a mile a minute. 

They were in the process of moving onto the next exhibit, the group forming a line of the pairings they had fallen into with the young boys running up in front with their ‘uncle’ Derek chasing them apparently wanting to feed them to the lions they were going to visit. 

Spencer brought up the back with Aaron walking beside him. They grew closure together as they walked, until they were brushing shoulders as they moved. That was okay, Spencer was happy with that, as it meant they were close but it wouldn’t be anything to read into if the team was to turn back and look at them. Then out of nowhere, he felt a hand slip into the back pocket of the dark jeans he was wearing. He jumped initially, darting a sharp and questioning look towards his lover and then another to their teammates who were still oblivious to what was happening. “What are you doing?” Spencer whispered trying to pull away, but was firmly held in place by the pinch to his backside. “What if they see?” He added smacking Aaron on the chest with the back of his hand for the sharp pinch, though there was a small smile on his lips.

“Let them see, I’m not worried are you?” Aaron answered by pulling him closure they were practically fused together at the hip. Spencer was dumbstruck, he didn’t know what to say. He had obviously considered telling the team at some point, Spencer could see his future with the older man and his son and it wasn’t like they could keep it secret for the rest of their lives. Though, he had always imagined sitting them down and telling them, professionally. Not, having them see their boss groping at his subordinate. 

“Is that what this is?” Spencer questioned, a narrowed look creasing his features, realization finally dawning on him. “All this touching? Is this you trying to tell the team without actually having to tell them?” Spencer questioned, again trying to pull away from the older man. He wanted to tell the team, but there had to be a better way. “Also, shouldn’t I get a say in when we tell the team as well?” 

“Of course, are you happy telling them that we’re together?” Aaron asked, an amused expression lighting his eyes as he stared back at Spencer. The hand in his back pocket, firmly holding on and refusing to let go. 

“Of course, we can plan a time and place to tell them - now would you let me go?”

Instead, Aaron pulled them both to a stop, or more like, dragging the younger agent back by his pocket. Spencer stumbled and was caught in the strong arms of his lover as they wrapped around him. He was about to protest before his mouth was captured and he was drawn into a deep and luscious kiss. Spencer immediately gave in, reservations forgotten the moment their lips connected. The kiss was completely and utterly inappropriate for their setting. It was messy and fast. Tongues and teeth biting and battling against one another.

They were drawn out of the kiss by the whooping and screeching of their friends. The screeching being Penelope, of course. When Spencer pulled away, a deep scarlet blush creeping across his face, he refocused on them. Then Spencer watched as the team began to exchange money between them, which only caused his mouth to drop and a loud startling laugh to fall from Aaron’s. 

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SUPERGIRL SPECULATIONS MADE AFTER EPISODE 3X06 AIRED

Keeping up with the speculations about Mon-El / Karamel / the Legion of Superheroes was a reasonable task until 3x06, but once the first promo for 3x07 was released, the fandom exploded and it is being difficult to keep up with all the storylines that have been proposed.

I was not sure that there was a most popular theory (I didn’t have a preferred one), so I made a list of all of the speculations that were posted or sent to me. Most of them would be amazing Karamel fanfiction prompts.

It was crazy and exciting and I loved it. We missed Mon-El that much.

Karamel Fam predictions masterpost here.

Trolls and haters will be blocked.

Predictions after the break.

MON-EL’S ABSENCE

• The dreams that Kara mentioned in episode 1 were shared with Mon-El. Clue = the beard is real.

• During his absence, Mon-El has been in a very dark dystopian world. Suggested options include being a slave, slave liberator, gladiator (War World), Wold Killer, prisoner/ tortured (by the Daxamite Army or someone else), criminal, assassin, sentenced to endless floating into space, being transported somewhere else, bounty hunter, clon, alien refugees, mind controlled or a dark version of the Legion of Superheroes.

•Mon-El was imprisoned and abused and has Stockholm Syndrome, so he thinks that he has to helps his captors. He may not be aware that he was abused because of his self-loath, guilt and the way that he was treated by his family.

•If Mon-El has been a slave/ gladiator he was sold by the Daxamites because they considered him a traitor. They may return to punish him.

•If he was a gladiator, his fight name was Valor.

•Someone tried to brainwash Mon-El into a gladiator/ assassin/ World Killer and he’s held this mind control at bay with the help of Saturn Girl.

•Someone cured Mon-El for him to become a gladiator/ assassin/ World Killer.

• Mon-El has PTSD and has changed significantly because of his experiences during his absence.

•In his timeline, Mon-El saw Kara being killed by Reign and is now desperate to save her. And he cannot tell her if he wants to save her/ the world.

• Mon-El has got more training/ experience in fighting. Clue = him knocking out the DEO agent efficiently.

• Mon-El has been with the Legion of Superheroes. He may be wearing a Flight Ring because according to some comics canon it could be invisible.

• Mon-El has not been with the Legion of Superheroes but they have been chasing him, either because they need him to become a hero or because he is a criminal.

• Mon-El has been cured from his lead allergy but he doesn’t know how. A potential reason may be the orange pod that he was in as some substance was there to keep him in hibernation.

• Mon-El’s DNA has been altered and that is why the lead is not affecting him anymore. Clue = Winn mentioning in 3x05 that the lead was linked to Daxamite DNA so it would be harmless for humans. Kara looking at a microscope slide and promo suggesting that she is not sure that the Mon-El they find in 3x07 is really him.

• Mon-El woke up because of the explosion in 3x04 and he has been alone in the spaceship but didn’t know how to wake up the others or he didn’t want to.

•Mon-El was starving when he was found as there was no need for food while they were hybernated. He survived because he could still absorb some radiation from the yellow sun.

LEGION OF SUPERHEROES

•There are at least 6 pods: Mon-El, Saturn Girl and 4 other people. One of them might be Brainiac 5. Some of them could have died.

•All of the other people in the pods wear the same clothes as he does, so they could be wearing uniforms. Suggested explanations are them being legionnaires, slaves, prisoners, army, crew members, assassins, World Killers.

• There are other Legionnaires in the pods. The symbols may indicate Saturn Girl, Brainiac and Element Lad. They could be wearing invisible Flight Rings.

•Saturn Girl was the person moving in the stasis pod in the 3x07 trailer and that is why she woke or was awaken.

•Brainiac is in one of the stasis pods in 3x07 but they cannot or won’t wake him up until 3x10. Potential reasons are that Mon-El doesn’t trust him because of his obsession with Kara, it is part of the Legion’s plan, the DEO doesn’t trust them and doesn’t want another superpowered person, or they cannot do it.

• They are in pods because they have been travelling through vast distances at extreme speeds, so they need to be put in pods so they don’t age and/ or don’t get damaged by the gravity distortions of extreme hyperspace.

• They are in pods because they need it to travel through time with this technology.

• They are in pods because they are prisoners and this is a way to control them.

•The Legion of Superheroes are not from the future or another timeline. They are up from another galaxy or universe and they are part of a Galactic Council.

•The people travelling in the spaceship, including Mon-El, have been freeing slaves and they need to leave the Earth before the bad guys get to them. Clue = Comics (Seeding World storyline).

• Mon-El and the Legion of Superheroes have travelled to the past (2017 or years before that) to help with something (probably defeat Reign, which may be achieved saving Kara or ensuring that she sacrifices her life).

• Some of the Legionnaires (such as Saturn Girl) have been with Mon-El in a same dystopian world. They may have been imprisoned by a villain or even have been fighting in War World.

• The Legion of Superheroes does not exist yet and we will see how it starts during season 3. One potential origin stories is all of them being alien refugees that want to help others.

• Mon-El and a few Legionnaires including Saturn Girl have gone rogue to kill Reign without the approval of the rest of the Legion. Maybe Saturn Girl and Mon-El are teaming up to save both of their loved ones (Lighting Lad and Kara). Clue: In the comics the Legion had a strict code against killing. 

•Reign changed the timeline and the Legion travelled back to the past to stop her.

•The Legion comes from a future where Reign killed Kara and Clark, and then other Worldkillers joined her and took over the Earth.

• Reign wasn’t supposed to exist, but a being has manipulated time to allow her to have escaped Krypton to come to Earth and kill Superman and Supergirl. The Time Trapper is a hidden enemy that would turn Mon-El into a killer. Clue: In comics one exception about the Legion no-killing rule was Mon-El killing the Time Trapper. He (along with other Legionaires) attempts to kill him as revenge for killing Superboy.  TT survives, but Mon-El finally kills him, which resulted in massive disturbances to the time-stream, and the first “Legion Reboot”.

•The Legion members were planning to live undercover so that they could ensure that Mon-El would be able to fulfill his destiny. If they have been undercover for some time he may not know that they are Legion. Clue = During the New Krypton arc, the Legion Members were living undercover in and around Metropolis to ensure that Mon-El would be able to fulfill his destiny.

• Saturn Girl got herself captured with Mon-El to protect him and has been keeping him connected to Kara because Karamel love is important to save the world/ Kara. Clue = In the current canon, Saturn Girl is in Arkham Asylum waiting for Superman to drop in.

• The spaceship crash landed and they couldn’t wake up until the explosion in 3x04.

•The scary lady that has been visiting Samantha’s dreams was in the spaceship and escaped in 3x01 or when the spaceship landed.

•The scary lady was keeping Mon-El and the others in the post captives.

MON-EL IS FOUND

•Mon-El thinks that he is in a red sun planet and that is why he was carrying a gun. A possible reason for that is that in an apocalyptic future, Reign has made the Earth more like Krypton and now has a red sun.

• The only other person that the DEO is able to wake up in 3x07 is Saturn Girl (that at this point may or may not be a Legionnaire). There are at least 3 other people but they might be dead/ harmed.

• Mon-El didn’t know that he was on Earth and he was not expecting to see Kara.

• Mon-El thinks that the shouldn’t have seen Kara again because it will be a disaster for her/ the timeline/ the world or because Kara would try to stop the Legion. They planned to stay undercoveruntil they stopped the threat (defeat Reign or ensure that Kara dies at her hands). That is why Mon-El panicked when he saw her. When he wakes up in the DEO he tries to run away to find the others and stop the threat.

• Mon-El ends up in a bed in the DEO because he is weak (maybe hungry or thirsty) and passess out of the exhaustion and emotions. Clue = they put him in a bed with what looks like a yellow sun lamp. Chris’ arms are bigger but he looks like thinner (just muscles and bones).

• Kara worries that Mon-El has been harmed by the lead in the atmosphere and he will not be able to wake up again.

MON-EL SNEAKS OUT

• The DEO trusts Mon-El initially, but they won’t when they find him knocking out agents and sneaking out. There is something strange in the microscope slide that Kara is holding in one of the photos. They also may find that the spaceship have been there for years.

• One of the DEO agents that Mon-El knocks out in the promo is Winn.

• Kara and the DEO are not sure that the Mon-El that is found in season 7 is the one they lost in 2x22.

• Winn finds out Mon-El when he is sneaking out in the DEO and gets him to surrender.

• We will get an angsty MonWinn moment, specially if Mon-El knocked him out. Winn still feels guilty because of the lead device.

• Mon-El is sneaking out in the DEO because he wants to help the other people in the spaceship. Potential reasons is that they are his allies (slaves, prisoners, bounty hunters, Legionnaires, alien refugees), he wants to rescue Saturn Girl, because if the Legion’s existence is discovered it would hurt the timeline, because he has Stockholm’s syndrome, has been mind controlled, is a clon or is being mind controlled by Saturn Girl.

• Mon-El is not sneaking out in the DEO because he wants to help the other people in the spaceship. He wants to escape from them or ensure that he or his captors/ allies will not harm the Earth/ Kara. Potential reasons are that he is a slave/ prisoner/ criminal/ assassin/ tortured.

• Mon-El is sneaking out in the DEO because he needs something that they have. Possibly kryptonite, either to kill/ defeat Reign of for his superserum. Clue = i some comics, the antiserum that “cures” his as allergy has to be taken regularly and kryptonite is the main ingredient.

• Mon-El is crying in his cell because he cannot be 100% honest with her to save her/ the world and because it kills him that they cannot be together.

KARAMEL LOVE

•Mon-El cannot tell Kara what is he up to because someone his controlling him, he has partial amnesia or he believes he needs to keep it secret to protect her/ the world. Clue = he promised her that he would not lie again but will do whatever is necessary to keep her safe and to help her protect citizens above all else.

•Mon-El knows that he or she are going to die in the future and he is not telling it to her because he doesn’t want her to be attached to him again but he doesn’t want to lie to her.

•Mon-El doesn’t know that she is destined to sacrifice her life to defeat Reign in the future and the Legion has either lied to him or altered his memories.

•Mon-El knows that he has been mind controlled/ an assassin in the past and is scared to be controlled/ a mindless killer again, and that is why he is trying to leave. And he thinks that he cannot be with her to protect her/ because he is damaged.

•Mon-El is heartbroken when he is found because Kara doesn’t believe/ trust him, because he feels guilty because of what he has done or because he believes that he cannot be with her.

• Kara will not take Mon-El to the wedding because she is not yet sure that they can trust him or even believe that this is her Mon-El.

• Kara will believe that this is her Mon-El and her dreams of being with him again will come true during the season.

• At some point Kara will believe that this is her Mon-El because of her necklace. But not immediately because she thinks that she cannot help others if she is vulnerable.

• Mon-El and Kara are still very much in love with each other when he is found in 3x07. Clues = the way they look at each other, the way Kara can hardly say his name, the necklace, the dreams.

• Mon-El is not married or has a girlfriend when he is found in 3x07. Clues = no rings and he is wearing Kara’s necklace.

• If Mon-El has a girlfriend/ wife (Saturn Girl) when he is found she will break up with him because she is a psychic and will sense his love for Kara.

• Mon-El will mention that Kara was at his bedside in 2x08, or that he is again locked as an enemy as in 2x03.

•Kara and Mon-El will back away from each other when they reunite, for different reasons.

•Kara will be scared to make herself vulnerable and also will not be sure of how much he has changed. He might return with another (temporary) love interest. Clue = Melissa’s mention of the “Castaway” movie.

•Saturn Girl and Mon-El have been held somewhere and they are together out of pain, friendship and loneliness as they both have lost the loves of their lives (Saturn Girl’s is Lighting Lad). When Mon-El finds Kara he realises that his heart will always be Kara’s but has a sense of duty with Saturn Girl because she is in pain. She is a psychic and realises that Mon-El loves Kara, so she breaks up with him and urges Mon-El to follow his heart and his true love before it’s too late.

• Saturn Girl believes her love/ husband Lighting Lad is dead when she is found (for example, because she can’t sense his psychic bond) and he is hopeless to be able to be with Kara again or because he thinks that something bad happens if they get together. When Brainiac appears in episode 10 he brings news that Lighting Lad is alive and he may need to be saved or in a coma. She leaves Mon-El (maybe she breaks up with him) to be with him and save him and urges Mon-El to get back with Kara because she knows he loves her.

• Kara has closed herself off to protect her heart for so long that thinks that superheroes cannot have it all and that she shouldn’t have a relationship. So when Mon-El appears in her life she will be more reluctant to believe that she could be happy. She will realise at some point that she deserves to be happy.

• Mon-El knows Kara’s future and thinks that him being with Kara will mess with the kind of superhero that she will become.

• Mon-El knows Kara’s future and thinks that him being with Kara will kill her or destroy the world/ the timeline.

• Brainiac will be a romantic suitor for Kara. She will try to move on with him at some point because she will be hopeless that she can be with Mon-El but it will not work out.

• Mon-El will be jealous of Brainiac 5 and this will help Karamel to get back together.

•Mon-El (and maybe Kara) will think that they cannot be together but there will be an angsty moment when they will need to kiss each other.

•On Earth-X, Black Arrow and Overgirl are together, Felicity is dead and Mon-El is dead, married to Saturn Girl or somewhere else. Knowing about this will make Oliver and Felicity go ahead with their marriage plans and Kara rethink about her relationship with Mon-El. She will return wanting to get back with him, but there will be problems when she returns.

• Karamel will get back together during season 3.

• The Karamel separation may not be long (midseason finale or February sweeps). Clues = Dark Kara and Karamel break up in season 2 were much shorter arcs than expected.

• Kara and the Legion will have different objectives. Mon-El will side with the Legion on this issue and he will be right. Clue = Melissa saying that they will cause problems for her. He was right in the past like with Rhea or Jeremiah.

• Kara will be killed by Reign at the end of the season, despite the Legion / Mon-El’s efforts to save her. This will be the cliffhanger for season 3 and she will be back in season 4.

MON-EL DURING SEASON 3

• Mon-El’s Hero’s Journey is still progressing and there will be a lot of character development during season 3.

• Mon-El is not a full Legion of Superheroes member yet. He will become one and will get his flight ring.

• Mon-El’s supersuit has not been made yet. He will get that and his superhero name from Winn.

• Mon-El will have a full beard from now on, including his superhero looks.

LEGION/ OTHERS DURING SEASON 3

• The DEO will not be able to wake up the other people in the pods in 3x07.

•The DEO will not try to wake up the other people in the pods until they feel that they can trust Mon-El/ Saturn Girl. And that is why Brainiac will not be introduced until episode 10.

•Alex doesn’t trust Mon-El because she suspects that he has a hidden agenda.

• Several Legionnaires will be seen during season three, including but not limited to Brainiac 5 and Saturn Girl. Clue = number of pods.

• The Legion will fight Reign.

• Saturn Girl will mention ‘Livewire’ at me point. This will make the DEO try to find her after the midseason finale. Clues = bts photos of someone with white hair. Livewire is another code name for Lighting Lad.

• The Legion will create Reign indirectly.

• Whatever happens in season 3 will change significantly the timeline, and as a consequence of that the Legion may be destroyed or changed.

• The 3 founding members of the Legion of Superheroes will be seen during the season, including Cosmic Boy and Lighting Lad (and of course Saturn Girl). Saturn Girl is married to Lighting Lad.

• Brainiac 5 is in one of the pods, wakes up in 3x10 and calls other members of the team.

• Brainiac 5 is not in one of the pods and has been looking for them. He finds them in 3x10.

• The Legion will leave a satellite team in Kara’s Earth at the end of season 3. Both Kara and Mon-El will be co-leaders and equal partners. Clue = Throughout the New 52’s run of the Legion, Mon-El was seen as field leader. Melissa mentioning that at the end of season 2 they see each other as equals and true partners. Chris saying that he wants Mon-El to be a true feminist superhero at the end of the season.

• Supergirl will probably travel to the 30th century for one episode and possibly help the Legion fight the Fatal Five, popular villains for the Legion.

•Alura is alive and her DNA was used by Zor-El to engineer Reign.

[havoc-s]

Get to know me tag??

So I was tagged by @kaidonutsuniverse thanks for the tag BUT I DON’T HAVE FRIENDS HERE ICRI

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 10 people.

THE LAST:

1. Drink: soda 2. Phone call: Mom 3. Text message: My best friend 4. Song you listened to: Exo- drop that japanese version 5. Time you cried: last night.

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: yeah 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. Been cheated on: Ye’ 9. Lost someone special: *nods* 10. Been depressed:  seven years? 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No!

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: Dark red, black, baby pink (and blue buT THERE ARE ONLY 3 TT)

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes. 16. Fallen out of love: no. 17. Laughed until you cried: i’m that emotionless type of person so i don’t laugh too often... so no. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. Met someone who changed you: yes 20. Found out who your friends are: yes 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: sadly...

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them since i don’t really use facebook 23. Do you have any pets: a dog atm

24. Do you want to change your name: yes

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: nothing, i don’t really care about my birthday because no one gives a damn about it either

26. What time did you wake up: i sleep only 2-3h per day so.. it depends when i go to sleep

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: reading xiuhan smut on livejournal

28. Name something you can’t wait for: Move to Canada?

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Last night

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: A lot of things

31. What are you listening right now: nothing 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: no but i want to

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: everything? i have my moods but sometimes i don’t really care so there’s nothing getting on my nerves

34. Most visited Website: lj, ao3, aff, youtube, tumblr(i’m always on tumblr), deviantart and so many but i’m too lazy to write them all

LOST QUESTIONS.

35. Mole/s: sooo many~ 36. Mark/s: yeah 37. Childhood dream: i wanted to be a lawyer, but right now i’m on designer lmao

38. Hair Colour: well my natural hair color is some dark brown (but i bleached it and then dyed it) 39. Long or short hair:  medium? 40. Do you have a crush on someone: sADLY

41. What do you like about yourself: my sarcasm and that i can just.. idk turn off my emotions whenever i want 42. Piercings: noh (ear rings counts?) 43. Blood type: O negative

44. Nickname: Ryn, Rynnie, babe

45. Relationship status: single 46. Zodiac: aquarius 47. Pronouns: she/her (sadly)

48. Favorite TV Show: criminal minds 49. Tattoos: None 50. Right or left hand: Right. 51. Surgery: Nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: Yeah, it’s some cherry-purple something color 53. Sport: i’m too lazy but i want basket even if i’m short af 55. Vacation: Sometimes I’m a shy person and I get lost when I face a foreign but I do want to travel.  56. Pair of trainers: None

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating Currently: My bottom lip counts? 58. Drinking currently: Water

59. I’m about to: Put my brother to sleep

61. Waiting for: exo’s comeback 62. Want to: learn html? 63. Get married: i’m still so young to think about marriage 64. Career: i’m still young man

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: Both? 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: i don’t care 68. Older or younger: i don’t care 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: i don’t care

71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive  72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Both

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: No 75. Drank hard liquor: No 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Glasses.

77. Turned someone down: Yes 78. Sex in the first date: Nope 79. Broken someone’s heart: Everyday

80. Had your heart broken: Yes 81. Been arrested: No

82. Cried when someone died: Yes

83. Fallen for a friend: Sadly... yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Yes and no 85. Miracles: Pretty much 86. Love at first sight: No  87. Santa Claus: No 88. Kiss in the first date: It’s interesting in fanfictions or kdramas, but in real life not so much

89. Angels: Yeah

OTHER:

90. Current best friends’ names: Minnie, Rei 91. Eyecolor: dark brown 92. Favorite movie: I don’t have a favorite movie but if it were to chose one, I would pick Fast and Furious series because I literally grow up with it.

I tag @jessthebooklover because she’s my only friend here aside from @kaidonutsuniverse who tagged me.

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M: Closed, I get super paranoid about these things.

S: Same, tbh. 

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS?

S: um, *laughs nervously* sometimes I guess lol 

M: Lmao, criminal activity or wut? Tho I’ve done it a lot when i was younger, tbh. 

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

M: Tucked out. It’s too stuffy otherwise.

S: How does one sleep with it tucked in? I’m all for tucked out 

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE?

S: Lol no?

M: Same, but it sounds interesting enough. Wanna go try it out? xD

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES?

M: Yes, I am super obsessed with them. My desk is sort of decorated with sticky notes right now, actually.

S: I like them, they’re nice and organized but I cannot, for the life of me, get them to stick properly Istg 

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM?

S: I don’t usually shop so I don’t even have coupons lol 

M: Sometimes yes.

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES?

M: A bear, because I could still run away.

S: SAME, I hate bees

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES?

S: Unfortunately not 

M: Nope.

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES?

M: What is a smile, but a fleeting lie? Jk, I don’t

S: I always smile, whether it be for photos or just in general. Although Midnight does have a way of ruining my life :)

M: Rude. I’m a nice person, I promise.

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE?

S: I don’t really know. I guess when people who you take care of and are generous to, treat you like shit?

M: Somehow, I feel like that’s me TT. I have quite a few pet peeves, actually, but to name one: you know when people crowd into your personal space? Yeah, it’s the worst :’(

S: And I know for a fact that you’re referring to me there but that’s okay because I love you~~

M: Why.

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK?

M: No, not really, unless I’m climbing the stairs and want to reach the top as soon as possible (I’ve had to climb like 4000 stairs before, ok)

S: Sometimes but not really, I lose track of things rather easily.

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS?

S: Not that I remember

M: Lol, nope.

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS?

M: Lol, nope.

S: Nope~

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING?

S: *remembers the night before*  Yes and my parents think I might be possessed?

M: This morning lmao. I don’t really like to do that in front of other people, so it’s confined to my room.Usually occurs when I feel super, weirdly happy.

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS?

M: Nope, I mean that sounds unhygienic af. But, I know someone who does so...*meaningful glare*

S: *Cries* Unfortunately it is a habit that has persisted since childhood and I’m too lazy to do anything about it. 

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK?

S: Fictionally: 10+    In reality: None 

M: ...None?

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED?

M: Queen-sized.

S: Same, but I promise, we don’t sleep in the same bed... or do we? ;)

M: Yuck. 

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK?

S: Don’t Recall - K. A. R. D.

M: Seo In Guk’s ‘Bebe’ has fucked my life up ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK?

M: Why the hell not. Go for it kids.

S: Uhm, of course, why not?

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS?

S: ....Sometimes but in my defense, kids these days have like super chic shit 

M: Maybe, maybe not....okay I do. Occasionally, but it’s ‘coz I have like a 2 year old living with me.

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE?

M: ‘The Great Wall’ because ma boi Lu Han is fucked over...jk, it’s actually a pretty good movie.

S: Those dumb ass movies with predictable plot and shit

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME?

S: In my backyard but make like a really complicated map for it just to fuck with people lol. 

M: In my bank account. I wouldn’t bury it, but investment dudes.

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER?

M: Water. Obviously. Hopefully.

S: Same or like maybe sometimes soft drinks~

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN?

S: Barbeque shiz or like Ranch 

M: I’m like vegetarian, so grass? JK, I wouldn’t eat it in the first place, I promise I don’t actually eat grass.

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?

M: I usually like spicy stuff. Pani Puri’s good too, if you know what I’m talking about.

S: Literally anything with good cooked chicken. You can never go wrong with chicken. Unless you don’t know how to cook. In which case, you’re fucked. 

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?

S: Harry potter, Lord of the rings and all the good ol’ classics 

M: Harry Potter’s one of those types, yes. But I also like to revert occasionally to my childhood--Robin Hood was good. aND sECRETLY, gREATLY HITS ME IN THE FEELS EVERY TIME HELP

27. LAST PERSON KISSED YOU?

M: I think...my mom? Or my brother? Idek.

S: My father, after I wished him happy birthday today!

28. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE?

S: Hmmm.... Maybe? Probably not tbh

M: Hahahahahahahaha. Nah, bro.

29. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST?

M: I usually enjoy omelettes, sunny side up. Hash browns rock too.

S: I always have toast and cheese omelettes but I love pancakes and waffles with maple syrup

30. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME?

S: I don’t have one since I don’t really sleep so...

M: 10...gdi. Also, I don’t support your sleep schedule, I hope you know that.

31. ARE YOU LAZY?

M: Why would you say such a thing? Of course I am.

S: Depends. With studies and work: yes. Fanfiction: You can wake me up at 3 am and if I’m inspired, I will not hesitate to write a 10k fanfic.

32. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN?

S: I never really dressed up but if I did, I’d probably be a vampire 

M: I dressed up as Gabriella from High School Musical, once. But the most memorable one was the time I dressed up like Aurora. Man, those were good days.

33. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN?

M: Rabbit, lmao.

S: Same! 

34. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK?

S: English, Hindi, French, Slight Korean and Japanese (Very very little)

M: English, Telugu, and Spanish. I tried learning Danish via Edmodo, but I only know how to say ‘a bear eats bread’ or something. I understand a bunch of other languages, but can’t speak them (A++ for well-roundedness)

35. ARE YOU STUBBORN?

M: Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?

S:I know and you’re not -.- But I am~  

36. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?

S: YES YES YES!! Currently on the 49th episode of Our Gab Soon and still watching. Will it ever end? We will probably never know. 

M: My life revolves around soap operas...so like idek.

37. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?

M: No, not really. Rollercoasters are the bomb yes

S: Extremely. How people can enjoy being thrown down a height in a metal contraption is beyond me. 

38. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR?

S: Yes! Very much and it bothers Midnight a lot on the bus. 

M:Tell me about it -_- But it’s okay, I’ve gotten used to it. I usually sing in the car if there’s no one there besides my parents, but not anywhere else.

39. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?

M: I used to, until I realized my neighbors could hear me.

S: Yes, rather loudly considering my grandma downstairs can hear me. 

40. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?

S: Not much really. I’m not a dancer. 

M:You mean wiggle around? SURE I DO~

41. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL?

M: Always. Do I look like I’m made of money?? But it’s fun too, so it’s all worth it :)

S: Not really. I love Christmas and it’s the joy of giving that makes me super happy the entire month. That and the fact that I’m done with my exams by then!

42. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?

S: Botanist. I was a huge fan of plants. Now, not so much. 

M: Funny you ask. I wanted to do a LOT of things: teacher, journalist, author, lawyer, marine biologist...the list goes on and on.

43. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

M: I don’t want to think about it ;_;

S: Yes and I’m both fascinated and terrified. 

44. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING?

S: All the damn time. It’s really weird. 

M: Yeah, same. My entire family thinks I’m weird now, but what can I say?

45. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?

M: Pajamas, usually. I don’t really pay attention, as long as I’ve got baggy pants and a loose T-shirt, it’s all good.

S: Shirts and shorts mostly~

46. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING?

S: Kpop idol? JK, probably something related to the science, idk man, I don’t really have any preference

M: I sort of do? Like, I’ve always had a preference for someone who’s either a lawyer or a chef, because I can’t cook for shit. I need someone for that so...

47. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?

M: I think I’m not ready for that yet lmao. But no, I don’t think I’ve ever been in love :))

S:HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME ;-; AFTER ALL THE LOVE I GIVE YOU!?!?!?Jk, but yes, I think I’ve been in love and currently am :) 

M: <3

48. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?

S: Black and Red!  

M:greengreengreENYAS--

49. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY?

M: Nah, that’s Sangria’s thing

S: -.- I didn’t ask for this discrimination

50. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING?

S: Band all the way!! 

M: Same, I don’t have any good experiences with DJs.

51. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES?

M: Black olives duh??? But I don’t mind green olives either.

S:Same, tbh 

52. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?

S: YES! YES! YEEESS!!!!

M: Maybe, but there’s a long time for me to figure that out lmao.

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

“Fanfic writer asks”: Skipping the “asks” and doing the answers!

I just saw this and I’m too excited to wait for someone to see this, decide what to ask, and I wanted to answer all of them, anyways.

Some of these are fill-in-the-blanks for askers, so I can’t answer them. But if anyone wants elaboration, or wants to know a specific something in regards to a particular story, or character: Absolutely, feel free to send me some!

Questions taken from here: http://criminal-minds-fanfiction.tumblr.com/post/172926526725

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1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction? Oh geez, we practically need a time machine for that. I was only 11 or 12! I started "writing" fanfics with my action figures (guest-starring other childhood toys) as far back as I can remember. Literally, from the time I was 5-8 and obsessed with Pokemon and Yoshi's Story and Powerpuff Girls, I was playing out stories and adventures, from beginning to end, imagining backstories for why they're there, what they were doing, what motivated them. They even came with continuity (from one play-session to the next)!

As for actually writing it down, though... That also started Very Early. I think I must've been 11 or 12? The earliest one I ever dated was 2005, anyway. They were descriptive, illustrating actions to display emotions, and characterization was... well, it Sure Existed (even if it varied from "So Wrong", to Definitely the Right Remark).

But ever since the moment I touched a pen to my first fanfic notebook, it was about my OCs (and Raven, because, surprise surprise, she was my favorite to write about). I've had plot since I first took those Crayola twistables to paper to illustrate the story in my head, the first story I ever Had a Solid Plot For (that is, Mystery Sickness-- which is being rewritten with Actual Explanations, re: Why Dove Made Her Feel So Shitty in the first place): that was also in 2005. (Fun fact: it was originally in Poorly-Drawn Comic Form). The actual "novelization" went through to 2007.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one? As my fanfiction.net profile will tell you: "Author has written 32 stories for Teen Titans, Pokémon, and Ruby Gloom." - The Ruby Gloom fanfic was abandoned, unfortunately. (It was a direct and shameless self-insert, that got abandoned because, quite frankly, I had no idea what to do with it. Maybe I should put it up for adoption at this point...) - A Work of Magic (my Pokemon fanfic, with related bios/etc) gets written for very rarely, because the inspiration to do so is rare and sporadic, and more tied to a Specific Scene I want to write, than where I left off in the story. @w@;; - A Steven Universe fanfic is in the works, though I'm struggling to flesh it out.. due to the Aforementioned Preoccupation with The FAVE MOMENTS, moreso than the backstory and movement through those moments. @D;;

And then, you have the Teen Titans stories. You know, the ones with Dove, and Kary, and Srentha, and Leyla will eventually be there. My most precious, dearly beloved, absolutely irreplaceable OCs. My TT story folder has about 100 files, which belong to about 30 full-length stories. (And that's not counting the oneshots, like Heart to Heart, which is still one of the best things I've ever written.) There are also a few poems here and there, particularly Dove's Prophecy (of self-fulfillment, really), and stories illustrating Dove's childhood, her mother/grandmother's past, Srentha's childhood... There's just Quite A Lot! I've been doing this, writing them, for 12+ years.~ And my fandomatic obsession for Teen Titans has never dulled, quieted, or been forgotten. So yes, I definitely do have a "particular" favorite. I may prefer exploring their world through my OCs, but damn, is it more FUN than any other world to explore!

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer. Ah, you can probably tell it's OCs by now. At least, MY OC's. Someone else's OCs, well, I tried that once, they were going to commission me. But I never got it finished. (I just didn't have quite the same connection. And I didn't know the canon; that can't have helped.) But character I *do* get to know, like my girlfriend's OCs in our collaborations (or characters I got to know so well through playing together that I just totally shamelessly adopted, specifically: Kary), I do enjoy writing for~ There's just something so incredibly special in knowing that you, solely, are responsible for their growth, their development, and their well-being. It's a bit like having kids, without the screaming. (At least, without them screaming in your ear. Dove and Kary have both done their fair share of screaming, come to think of it...)

( (( Although, to be fair: I've never tried writing a writer insert. I doubt anyone would actually WANT to endure the stories I put my characters through... ;P )) )

4) What is your favourite genre to write for? Fantasy? Action/Adventure? It's hard to say, because I actually write for a HUGE variety of Genres. But I guess my favorite, if I can encompass all of them under this one umbrella, would have to be Hurt/Comfort.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why? DAMN IT, DON'T DO THIS TO ME.

Gods, that's hard! Basically ALL of my stories are multi-chaptered... Well, it's definitely one of my Teen Titans stories. DDD has definitely been the most challenging to write, the most fulfilling to finish chapters on, and the most pivotal point in Dove's life, so it will always hold a special place in my heart. Writing for Azar in "The Final Journey" and Dove taking her first unintended steps into heroism has been so personally touching for me, and it does so much good for Dove, and especially her relationship with the team, that it's just so, so special to watch. Something Special About Srentha is probably my most epic multi-faceted story, and the narrative timeline (handling two very distinct and separate struggles in totally separate places) is really challenging me to grow as a writer. "Continuum Wars" is going to be the grandest scale of struggle and magic, so I'm really especially excited to start figuring it out. It is just so, so HARD to decide on ONE; they're all so special, and I love watching my style evolve with each story, and more than anything, watching my characters come out of these situations alive. lD;;

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why? you mean the Teen Titans and Pokemon crossover where Dove brings home a Misdreavus? been there, done that. Honestly though, every single one of my stories has its place in my characters' lives, and is important for continuity. And personal growth. And I've honestly never been ashamed of something I've written.

(If you travel far back enough in my fanfic archive, you WILL find a really old character bio for Dove, which I completely revamped, because I didn't learn until later how to frame her without comparing her to Raven, even though she's always been a very different and independently-extant character. Also, the bits I learned about Being Kept A Secret and her grandmother's exile were Nearly Learned around 2010, 2012...)

7) When is your preferred time to write? Whenever the inspiration bug bites! ASAP!! But as for general adding and editing, it's fairly late at night, usually~ Sometimes afternoons. Usually an hour or more after eating, and especially when it's cool and quiet in the room.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from? Canon, personal experience (my personal struggles, my search for my identity, and my struggle to define myself), and sometimes even my own spirituality. (Wild shit goes down when you get into astral exploration, let me TELL you!)

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote? Can I just... use my personal favorite? (If you have any questions about a particular fic, or universe, or point in a character's life that didn't happen in the fics, let me know and I'll gladly answer!)

- Holy GOD, the climax scene of Dove's Dark Discovery! It takes place entirely in Dove's mindscape, while Dove's power is maxed out, and you've got a very powerful telepath and a TREMENDOUSLY power empath battling within a mindscape that has been slowly devastated over the past few months, and it's just this absolute EPIC culmination of their powers and, to a degree, even the connection they'd been forging since Dove came. Dove seriously oversteps some boundaries, Raven nearly kills Dove by accident, it's seriously crazy stuff.

Bonus: Way back in, like, probably 2008 or 2009, when titansgo.net was still around: I had asked my all-time favorite fanfic author for critique on the climax. His advice, to make it "three times as long and nine times the punch", absolutely inspired me to reach WAY higher with their fight, and once I realized what kind of mind-bending maelstrom shenanigans can go down in a MINDSCAPE, the scene fairly EXPLODED with potential!

And I especially like the fact that, including the revisions after his (entirely justified) advice: This scene has gone through like nine different incarnations. And my favorite part: It was originally inspired by a battle in the Teen Titans videogame! I think my little sister was playing White Raven (who my mind always read as Being Dove, because White Cape and Magic Powers), I was playing Raven, and the battle took place in "Nevermore", Raven's mindscape. It was actually a good fight. And I was fucking AMPED... But also emotionally RAVAGED, because "holy shit, Raven fighting Dove... in a mindscape......" And the scene happened like two days later. (In middle school. Honors Spanish class. As a note in the margins of my assignment notebook!)

Gods, guys. That scene is just so incredibly important, and it has come oh, so very far~

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind? I'm gonna answer one that I really like the ending of, but feel free to ask for others. Like, maybe one I've actually published, that you've actually read? 8F But honestly: Spellbound pt. II. I haven't published it yet... but it ends in absolute tragedy. The reason is twofold: First off, I knew Dove and Srentha were end-game, so although Dove was falling pretty deep into love, I couldn't have him hanging around... 8F But also because I wanted to illustrate the strength of sacrificial redemption. (I don't want to give too much away, because... well, that's the ENDING. But it's heart-wrenching and I can only hope I've done it justice.)

Other faves include: Srentha having heart-issues at the end of Something Special (because it's the Very First Symptom that something is going to be Dreadfully Wrong with him in the sequel), DDD ending with Dove absolutely traumatized and seriously hurt (because the following story is going to be all about her learning to Take Action on her pain, instead of hiding herself away), and A Work of Magic ending with everyone thinking Mistress had died trying to save her family... but the ending is, and the epicness kind of speaks for itself in this: "You can't kill a ghost."

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it? You mean like the way I completely rewrote Dove's character bio 6 years later, in response to all the accusations of her being a Mary Sue? Despite literally nothing (but more specific illustration) changing in the way I wrote her? 8F Other than that, absolutely not! I mean, if someone made a valid point I would. But nobody can tell me how to write my OCs, you know?

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why? My OCs. But you probably mean canon characters... and that easily comes down to Raven. She's just so layered, working with very inward, introspective mechanics, before she takes her action, usually in a very well-thought out direction, or sometimes an INSANELY emotional outburst, and either way, it tends to be Very Important, Poignant, and Make a Difference in the scene. I relate to her; I idolized her for the longest time; I know exactly how to write the struggle between not being able to express your emotions, and being true to yourself, because I've lived it. I'm an empath, so writing her empathic powers is always sort of therapeutic, because outside of my mirrorbook, I'd never gotten to EXPLORE that aspect of myself before. Her wit is hard to capture sometimes, I'll admit, but, I mean, I was making the nurses at the hospital laugh all the way up to my procedure, armed with nothing but my dry remarks. I think I'm up to the challenge.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why? Beast... Boy...... I'm sorry, I really am. I've just never been able to relate to him, or understand how his mind works (if it even works at all?), or write him into any of the plots-- outside of, like, trying to cheer Dove up, which is iconic and appreciated on Dove's end. But otherwise? What do I even DO with him? His sense of humor is just... so lowkey annoying that I sincerely cannot fathom why it's So Funny, let alone make it up for him. (Thankfully, at least the comics come in handy for exploring Why he's Like That, which has honestly helped a lot more than anything the show ever did. All but ONE of his episodes, were... pretty crack-tastic. And that just doesn't mesh well with my stories that are Trying to Deal with a Serious Issue Here.)

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories. Mostly, they're descriptive of the Most Iconic Thing, or Most Pivotal Plot Point, in the story! "Something Special About Srentha". "Dove's Dark Discovery". "Growing Up Demon: Leyla's Story". "Mystery Sickness", being renamed "Soul Sickness" for poetic value, but still keeping that iconic "Sickness" thing, while also making it More Relevant to Raven Specifically. The exception is probably "Unforeseen and Unforesaken". Yes, it's misspelled, I did that on purpose for visual balance in the title. It's weird. I know. But it's Intentional. (Still highly important things though, because it illustrates both Dove's arrival, and what happens once she's there, being unforeseen. And Dove absolutely hardcore valuing the team because they don't Forsake her.)

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names? Bold of you to assume I have this kind of CONTROL over them. Seriously, the way my writing works isn't so much "I get to decide what they do", and more like "huh, this Resonates. That must be a Thing... Let's try to seek out all the relevant details on why it happened, how they reacted, and how it ends!" It's like detective work. And this is absolutely best illustrated by trying to find Srentha's name. Because holy frick. What kinda name is that. (Turns out, it's literally in another language. 8F It means "flight", by the way! Onomatopoeia for the sound wings make.) Anyways, I literally found out one day that, "Dove tried to keep her pregnancy hidden... That must mean she had a kid. With someone." And thus began the Classic RHS Storytelling Search for "who's the guy?" And immediately I knew his name began with an "S". So I tried a bunch of names. I figured it was feminine-sounding, for some reason, thus I realized it ended in "-a". I knew it had two beats. Finding the "-ntha" was the easy part, it was figuring out how the heck to parse "Sren" into the right sounds and number of beats that was the REAL challenge. It wasn't until I remembered "Sri Lanka" exists that I figured out his entire name. (It's pronounced without the English "sh", though - it's just "Sren". As he says, "like Wren, with a Sss.")

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx? Mostly, they came to me when I was thinking about my characters' lives. Except The Final Journey, that one was based on "the crystals" my girlfriend illustrated Dove having in her room, and I kinda just took that entire concept and made it Azarathean and RAN with it!~ (If you're curious about any particular story, let me know!)

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on. "I killed six people. Do I deserve to die?" hello, this is your daily reminder that DDD absolutely Destroys Dove's self-image. But because it's So IMPORTANT and uhh, it was too Dark for me to leave that there, I also want to quote Raven's responses, which include "We all have our dark days," and "I do know that pain, that guilt. I know it better than anyone...[but] Solitary confinement won't cure it...[and] we don't want to see you leave." And also, "You won't be able to help anyone if you destroy yourself first."

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? Oh, stars. Let's see... The first "wip" I abandoned was a character I named "gayla", not knowing "gay" was actually a word, first of all, but her concept turned out to actually be part of Srentha's story, and honestly I should've figured out that "heh, same name as Raven's nursemaid" wasn't a thing. {lD (Whose name was actually Galya, by the way. I didn't realize that mistake for like, five years.)

I only so very RARELY abandon an actual story, though. I know there have been a couple of Moment Concepts I've lost, due to not writing them down; that honestly hurts much worse. ;; But there's the aforementioned Pokemon+TT crossover, where Dove brings home a Misdreavus by accident. That was purely self-indulgent, and it just didn't fit with the timeline, so I decided to stop writing that AU. It was really more that I wanted to focus on The Other Stories, and only had 3 short chapters planned. (The one where the little ghost gets herself stuck in Raven's mind had so much potential! But I didn't know how to write Raven's emoticlones in without Raven becoming aware of it. And now that I think about it, that could've been what got Dove to send her back.. But, eh, I've long lost the story file for it, and long LONG lost interest.)

If anyone tells you "A Work of Magic" is abandoned, they're wRONG, I'm just really, really caught up in Dove's struggle with DDD and Srentha and Steven Universe (even if I'm not really writing that fic most of the time), so my inspiration to write that story with As Much Lighthearted Fun Silliness as it deserves is seriously impaired. =w=;;

Oh, but I did kind of abandon the story from Sieara's point of view, because honestly, I'd rather just explore her through Dove. (That little bird gets plenty of epic spotlight moments; she even channels Azar's spirit at one point. Or two. ;P ) But mostly, I abandoned it because I didn't want to write about a bird being too old to reproduce, getting close to death, and then dying, anymore? (It was going to be about her noticing Dove spending more time with Srentha, Srentha's bird dying, and Sieara meeting Dove's daughter, and dying shortly after. But I... don't know, I didn't want to write that Angst without a Resolution.) I wrote that story for Exactly 1 Day, and then decided to stick to writing about her through Dove.

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to? I fully intend to do sequels to all of them, thank you very much.~ (At least for the TT fics, all of them are connected in some way. A Work of Magic has both a sequel and a prequel planned. And the Steven Universe fic is really only planned for One Conflict, I really don't want to explore it much beyond that singular unit of Canon Divergence.)

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently? That would be akin to lying, with the way my stories and my characters go.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire? thechroniclerjon, holy stars and envy batman. This is one writer who knows how to build a conflict, write magic in a way that's both Believable, and Relatable, and Awesome, and interweaves different plot threads into one rather EPIC confrontation. Obviously I couldn't take the element of religion into my stories, being so totally personally disconnected from it. (spirituality? ABSOLUTELY. Let me explore aLL the Azarathean feels!) But like. Those descriptions. The conversations. The build-up. The plot-twists. The raw emotion. I aspire, very much, to someday, in my own way, find a style that translates as much Excitement and Tension and Delight as his stories manage to convey.

Also, the author of Learning to Breathe Underwater, because that story had amazingly spot-on characterization, included so many canon elements (despite being Canon Divergent) while still having its own (very well escalated, incredibly well-executed!) plot! I write for the Teen Titans universe far more than Steven Universe, but I really admire their way of including basically every single character, giving them plenty of attention and growth, and giving a lot of them development in the process. I don't know if I could do that, but someday, I'd like to try.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it? The old Mystery Sickness. Like, the first version. It was, ah... originally what I now call an "emvent", and if you know what that is, great; if not, I don't want to go into details, but it's a story that helps me process my phobia? Which, geez, poor Raven okay, but what's really "cringe" about it is the way I narrated it in first-person. XD Weird metaphors, she had a Detective Noir tone for some reason, and let's just say there's a reason I never shared any of the panels. (I kept it secret because of the phobia. Equally as horrifying, I kept it in words because of the pictures.)

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence? Silence, but I prefer gentle background noises I'm used to. (Like birds fluttering around, gentle aquarium filters and the water rippling, wind in the trees, etc. It's an ADD thing; lowkey background noise, if kept at a distance, helps me focus.)

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes? Eh. I have the Occasional Mood for it... like, once a year. 8P But generally, I'm just Not Interested. Sure, Dove and Srentha have... done some things that would entertain fans of the genre. And actually, some things that get borderline supernatural. But mostly, I'd just really rather be writing other things.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story? Oh, stars. Yes... Yes. Dove's Dark Discovery. (I drew on... an awful lot of personal experiences, and none of them were good.) Plus, her guilt and self-flagellating... let's just say it's a major Depression Mood. Also noteworthy: I cried writing the Death Sequence and farewell letter in Spellbound pt. II. I've cried for Dove's loss of Azarath, and her mother. I've cried for the things Dove and Srentha tell Leyla when she's really struggling (because, dear gods, if only I'd heard those words when I was a kid)... It doesn't happen often. But sometimes, it just... gets overwhelming.

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write? ASK ABOUT ANY OF THEm, because DEAR GODS, there are PLENTY. But the hardest of all was DDD. I struggled with describing how/why an Extremely Gentle, Timid Pacifist was suddenly Losing Herself to Internal Evil, and doing Terrible Things. I struggled to capture the IMMENSITY of the mindscape battle, both in how these two Incredibly Powerful Demi-demons were unleashing their powers, and also in how much of a personal toll it takes on BOTH of them afterwards. And now, I'm struggling to find the words for Dove in the aftermath, because... Gods, there's just so much turmoil and emotion. It echoes an awful lot of Seriously Dangerous Depression Thoughts, right down to suicide ideation and lashing out at the people she loves because she doesn't think she deserves them, and aren't they all fools for loving her. All I can say is thank god Raven's such a realistic beacon of hope, because (much like she did for me, come to think of it) she's able to help Dove battle those thoughts with reminders, wisdom, and hope.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow? This one depends entirely on the story. Generally, it's really quite sporadic and incidental. I write out the scenes as they come to me (usually WAY out of order), and then figure out how they all fit together. Sometimes I don't even realize two scenes are in the same story at first! Or how they're related. I tend to write the beginning, several scenes from When Things Are Very Serious, then go back to fill in the blanks. A lot of times the climax happens either before I know how to start the story, before I know what led up to it, or before I know how it ends. (DDD began with the climax scene. Heart to Heart began with realizing Srentha had a heart attack as a child.)

And then other times, it begins with a vague concept, and I start writing right at the beginning. (Something Special was first written at the beginning, with Srentha performing a spell. I didn't know what it was going to do, just that it was Relevant. A Work of Magic started with me in the Pokemon world wanting a Misdreavus, and developed into a full-team adventure from there. Unforeseen and Unforesaken, or rather "Unforeseen Surprises" in its original form, starting with the very moment Dove showed up, was written as I went along, knowing which points I wanted to hit before the story was over, but writing the scenes as they came to me.)

A Work of Magic has a lot of travel scenes, and moments that take place in specific areas, with Specific Species, so I had to plan out a timeline from region to region, to make sure they weren't in Sinnoh one day, then encountering a Unova legendary, and battling a psychic type in a Kanto forest the very next day, you know? Then there's DDD, which is such a gradually PROGRESSING story that I definitely had to outline some of the chapters, too. Making sure Dove's gradually growing powers were highlighted, and she wasn't going from Total Telekinetic Failure to Suddenly Really Strong and Breaking The Entire Gym Room in the next scene. That sort of thing.

Either way, it's usually As I'm Writing that I notice the connections, the causes rooted in previous stories or scenes, and the Effects These Incidents Have as I'm writing it out. I always start with An Incident and A Concept, because I wouldn't have a story to write without it. But where it becomes Actual Scenes, and what order I write them, depends entirely on the order I discover them.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction? What a Mary Sue was supposed to be, and that Dove isn't what they claimed. That criticism that so many reviewers threw onto her bio wasn't at all helpful, I didn't know what that meant, let alone how to fix it, and I didn't know how to demonstrate that Dove wasn't, in fact, "entirely like Raven", because she had her own powerset, her own history, and her own personality. To be fair, a lot of the Highlights on Their Differences happen in later stories, and it's the initial shock of "why the frick is wearing those clothes and using that mantra", so of course on first impression, it's like. "Raven? similarities???" But... I don't know, it's just so very OBVIOUS to me that, unless we're talking about Timid!Raven (the emoticlone), their differences are so VAST. And I spent a lot of time, WASTED a lot of time, trying to kill the assumption. It really wasn't worth it.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like? DOVE'S! DARK! DISCOVERY!!! I nearly BROKE myself (both of time AND emotion) writing this thing! I understand that Some Friends can't Do Sadism, but like. This story is 250k words long, I've dumped a GREAT DEAL of my heart and soul into it, and Dove's plight seriously needs to be recognized to understand her growth moving forward. But! There! Are! So! Few! People! READING IT. The story has like 20 reviews on fanfic.net, BUT THE CLIMAX HASn'T GOTTEN ANY yet? ???? Please recognize the metaphorical blood, literal sweat, and literal tears I put into this. Gods. Yes I wish it got WAY more love.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at? That poem from middle school, "The Raven and the Dove"? It's a neat poem, sure. Kind, of, a unique concept? But it's not very well explored, it just goes "here are their differences. They're opposites. But they get along." No explanation of how or why. (That's all in the fanfics.) It's not nearly as rhythmic as Dove's Prophecy, it's not clever, it's not plot-twisty, and as far as poetic cred goes, I don't think it's anything special. ? ?? I mean, somebody found it online, and contacted me via email, and it nearly got PUBLISHED. (But I would've had to pay them to include it in their book, which I wasn't down with.) I just don't understand, literally at all, why so many people really LIKE it.

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer) SEND ME FICS, I WILL READ.

32) Are any of your characters based on real people? Nah, they're all based on themselves.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten? My favorite fanfic author read, and then complimented, the (second or third version of?) the climax scene in DDD.~

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten? Mostly just comments on Dove's first bio that went, "She's such a Mary Sue, burn it and scrap her entirely to start fresh"? (Thank *all* the gods that I didn't take that advice, because she's incredible and deserves to exist in her own right.)

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest? Honestly? The first thing I do is WRITE about it. Unless I'm prompted to, or rambling about something that has me Inordinately Emotional, I don't really share them.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s? Don't worry, outside of Azarath's canonical demise, I only ever write somebody ACTUALLY dying once. But she comes back, because that's what she does, apparently.

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written? Bold of you to assume I write comedy! But seriously, probably Srentha's debut story. When he discovers pizza, he assumes pepperoni isn't edible (a fair assumption, really, but he's vegetarian anyways). When he tries the cheese, his reaction is just so DELIGHTFUL and warm; he laughs so hard he's literally crying. The things he says and does when he's sugar-high are hysterical. He's just so exuberant and energetic, absolutely positive, he really brings a load of smiles to the table, and both I and Dove irrevocably love him for it.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it. I don't know if I have an answer for this. I don't really read a lot of Tumblr fanfics. I've already collaborated with Pix in RPs, my girlfriend and I have already collaborated on stories for both Kary and Pokemon, and the author of The Chronicler Saga implemented one of my scenes into his stories. What more can I really ask for?

I mean, if anyone WANTs to collaborate, just let me know, and I'd love to work something out.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person? Third person, multiple, and preferably omniscient (or damn close to it)! Exploring everyone's inner workings is Exactly My Style. (And just more fun for me to write.)

40) Do people know you write fanfiction? Well, I only talk about it, like, once every three hours or so. (/sarcasm)

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written? Sieara? Alerina? As for actual Canon Characters, I'm having a righteously wonderful time characterizing Azar. Lapis is fun and interesting to work with, but she's so full of emotional "tides" that it's really hard for me to write for her.

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx. (I have only ever done songfics on papers, and wound up not needing the songs after all. They were all Evanescence, of course.)

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it? Not that I know of! Someone once guessed Dove was Raven's cousin, on Unforeseen+Unforesaken, and I haven't written the climax (when Raven realizes Dove is Trigon's child) yet. That's about the closest anyone has come.

44) What is the last line you wrote? Oh, stars, let me check. (This is where Tracking Changes comes in handy. ;P ) In Nothing Good Lasts Forever, the story that's (possibly going to be renamed "Even in Death", when Raven takes Dove back to Azarath for closure): This may or may not be polished before publishing. But this takes place immediately after Raven pulls Dove from a flashback.

"There's a lot you have to deal with. Your mind has been seriously damaged by what you've been through. I wonder..." And she trailed off there, hesitating, considering the concept before she dared give it voice.

Dove kept looking up at her, confused and seeming entirely absorbed in her analysis. It was so true. Tearing her apart, every time she remembered... The nightmares and flashbacks wouldn't let her forget it.

45) What spurs you on during the writing process? My own excitement, curiosity, and even desperation to learn what happens next! And a general sense of lowkey affectionate "tribute", like I'm the only person with these peoples' stories in my head, and they deserve to have their stories told. And also the hope that, maybe, someone, somewhere, will read the story, and if just ONE person feels their heart soothed or their struggle validated by my writings, then I've done a good thing, and that's all I really want.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it? (Someone ask me, because EVERYTHING has sequels, and if you want to know about it, just Ask!)

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about? DO IT??

48) What’s your favourite trope to write? I'm... not sure, entirely, but probably "bullshit [insert genre here] magic".

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about? I remember one OF the first fics I ever read, because for about 7, 8 years, I was SCOURING fanfiction.net to find it again. It was about Raven having terrible visions, Azarath being destroyed, and Robin feeling her pain through their connection, but thinking it was heartburn. And then a group of people dropped in, took Raven away (on a spaceships? Though hyperspace???). And they were going to rebuild Azarath. And I think Robin had just discovered Raven was gone, before the story ended. Oh, and they spelled Azarath like "Azerath". That's all I can remember, but I really do wish I'd known what happened, because that story had me absolutely HOOKED. (But alas, I didn't have an account at the time, and I was reading it at the computer lab.)

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? Ohh, this one's hard. I'd drop smut like it's hot (haha, get it?). But seriously, I'm a 99%-sex-repulsed aroace, and I've only ever written like 5 half-done smut scenes. Imagined a Fair Few more, but they don't keep my interest for the long multi-hour process of editing that comprises my writing process.

This probably means "romantic fluff" though, right? I mean, I HAVE to write angst (because let's be real, without Angst I wouldn't have much of a story, since all of my stories are Driven By Characters Issues, WAY moreso than external events). But I really think the REAL beauty of my characters is how they go through that angst, and COME OUT with each others' support. I don't know how to write angst without someone being supported (i.e. "Hurt/Comfort", really), and I don't know how to write fluff without something Heavy bringing it on.

Secretshipping (Dove+Srentha) is equal parts angst and fluff, because honestly Angst is in Dove's Job Description, and Srentha is so light-hearted and goofy and silly that he balances it out (and Dove has some goof in her, and Srentha has some rare moments of angst, and it's how they interact and balance out and HELP each other through it that really brings them to LIFE together). Kary's whole characterization is because The Angst seriously fucked up her psyche, but scenes between her and Dove (and Yo-yo!), even her future husband, can get seriously silly and fluffy. Leyla's real growth and development comes from Realizing that the World is Not Like her Sheltered Life. (And how she doesn't want to expose her parents to Her Angst.) But it's also the fluffy deep softness and sincerity she and her parents share that gets her through these realizations. So like... Angst and fluff go hand-in-hand for me? I wouldn't be able to write one without the other.

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Talk About Stubborn

Title: Talk About Stubborn Word Count: 2599 Rating: Teen Fandom: Criminal Minds Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi Triggers: Talk of violence and serious injury

Summary: Five times Aaron asks Spencer to marry him. One time Hotch says yes!

The First Time

Aaron loved moments like this, the pair of them curled together on the couch. Something mindless playing on the TV, that neither of them were paying much attention too. Spencer was reading a book and Hotch just liked to watch him doing so. He got wrapped into his mind, he loved the younger so much and the last three years together and had been better than he could have ever believed. After Haley, the older man never thought he would find someone to love again. However, he had and it was so completely different to what he had felt for the woman.

Aaron carded his fingers though the light brown curls and smiled when Spencer hummed in contentment next to him. The man reminded him of a cat sometimes, taking simple pleasure and love from the gentlest and most domestic of touches.

“Marry me?” Aaron whispered the words and while his mouth had a mind of its own, the words felt right. He wasn’t shocked or embarrassed, he was happy and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this man. Aaron felt Spencer go tense beside him, he heard his mouth open and then close and then open and close again. Clearly he was lost for words and that amused the older man greatly.

“W-what?” Reid stumbled over the word, turning slightly to look up Aaron, his eyes wide.

“Marry me? I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I want it officially.” It was as simple as that in Hotch’s mind. As easy as 1, 2, 3. Could Reid not see that?

“Aaron -” The hesitance to Spencer’s tone, told him that this was not going to go the way that he expected it would. “I love you, you know I do and I want to spend the rest of my days with you, but marriage? I don’t -” He paused again, clearly looking for the right words for the situation. “I don’t know if that’s something I want.”

Aaron felt deflated. He couldn’t understand why Spencer didn’t want to make it official especially when he agreed that they would spend their life together from now on. Aaron had always felt content with marriage, he felt secure and right and while he had no intention of leaving Spencer just because he was saying ��no’, didn’t mean he didn’t feel somewhat hurt that Reid didn’t want to make it official as well.

“What difference does it make though? If we’re not intending to leave or breakup, what does a piece of paper change?” Aaron asked, the simplicity to his tone, making him seem somewhat naive in the innocent moment.

“Exactly, what difference does it make? Do we need a sheet of paper to say that we’re spending our lives together, or is the trust that we have in one another enough?” Of course the genius would turn his words back around on him, and for a while Aaron was stuck. Unable to find his own answer to a very practical and logical answer to his own question. Damn you Spencer Reid.

The Second Time

This time was a little more wild. The case they had been working on literally blew up in their faces. The precinct that they were working out of, had had a bomb planted in the building and none of them knew about it. The only thing that saved all their lives was that they were bunker-like conference room and no one had suffered much more than a few scrapes and bruises.

Still, it shook Hotch and once the dust began to settle and he was up and moving, he was looking for his lover. He found Spencer coughing and spluttering against the back wall, covered in dust and looking a little dazed. He hands framed the man’s face and he gave him the once over, looking for anything more serious. One he found nothing, a sigh of relief fell from his lips and he tipped his forehead against the other man’s.

“I was worried.” He gasped, his voice rough from the brick dust. He held onto the younger man and pressed his lips gently against his. Needing the contact, needing the touch that sooth his anxiety before he could continue.

“I know, I’m fine, don’t worry.” Spencer answered his eyes soft and filled with love as he looked back at Aaron. By this point the rest of the team was coming together surrounding the two men and checking in with each to make sure they were okay. Hotch was listening and he knew his team was safe and well, all in one piece. This was turning out to be a really shitty day.

“Will you please marry me?” Aaron asked the question again, looking into Reid’s eyes, pleading with him to say yes. He could hear the shocked gasps from around them and all eyes were on them. He saw the look in Reid’s eyes that meant he would be saying no once more.

“Aaron -” That was a warning, almost final in his tone and Aaron sighed, shaking his head. “You know what I think, my answer hasn’t changed.” Spencer answered. Hotch could hear the sorrow in it, almost like he thought the other man wished he could say yes.

“Wait hold up -” Morgan’s voice broke the silence. “You’ve already asked him to marry you?” This was going to be a really shitty day.

The Third Time

After explaining Aaron’s first failed attempt at getting his lover to agree to marriage it had become somewhat of a joke between the team. Both men were constantly asked what they thought, had they changed their minds and what, what, what.

“Seriously though, what do you have against marriage?” Reid and Morgan were sitting in one of the SUV’s waiting to follow their suspect. Until, the other man had been silent and Reid was thankful for it.

“I just don’t see the point in it. Spending thousands of pounds on a venue, clothes, people, food and drink for one day? It doesn’t make any sense to me. I can sit and reel off the statistics for you if you like, I looked them all up the first time Hotch asked me to marry him.” Reid answered with a shrug. He couldn’t understand the big deal everyone was making of this.

“Yeah, but don’t you want something official?” Morgan asked, his tone of voice making it clear he didn’t understand what Reid was talking about. Out of everyone, Reid kinda thought Morgan would agree with him. Clearly not.

“No. I know I am going to spend the rest of my life with Hotch, I don’t need a piece of paper telling me so.” That was that in Reid’s mind, Morgan didn’t ask another question.

Later that evening they had caught the bad guy, had a nice meal in a nice restaurant that Rossi had paid the bill on; and they were now back in the crappy hotel, the FBI had paid the bill on. They were heading back in the early hours of the next morning and so everyone was attempting to get some sleep in before having to get back up again.

However, it seemed Reid was not in the mood for sleep. Aaron smiled sleepily as he felt the soft kisses against the back of his neck. The sharp bit of teeth and the soothing flick of his tongue. “I knew you shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine.” Aaron teased rolling onto his back, a smile playing at his lips.

“It was nice wine.” Reid hummed kissing along the other man’s jaw, until their lips met. The kiss was deep and lush, of them taking the time to taste and enjoy each other. Aaron’s heart filled with such love and joy that the words once more tumbled off his tongue.

“Marry me?” Instead of answering yes or no this time, Reid simply answered with ‘not today’. Progress? Aaron would take it, maybe he could wear the other man down into marrying him.

The Fourth Time

Aaron was stuck in the dullest of board meetings he had been subjected too so far, though it wasn’t so much a board meeting. It was a gathering of everyone in some sort of managerial role. So there were fifty of them crammed into the auditorium. With his phone on his lap and half an ear on what was being said the unit chief fired off a text.

AH - “Please tell me there is a case?”

SR - “Nope. Having fun?”

AH - “Depends if your meaning of fun means shooting myself?”

SR - “Don’t even. It’s your turn to cook dinner!”

AH - “No fun. By the way I’ve meaning to ask, are you coming to the wedding next year?”

SR - “What wedding? Who is getting married?”

AH - “This super cute couple, I’m sure you’ve met them, couldn’t forget them to be honest.”

SR - “Who are they then???”

AH - “Oh, also been meaning to ask you something else as well.”

AH - “Marry me? We’ll set the day for next year!”

SR - “You know what, I’ll survive - shoot yourself!”

Aaron laughed a little too loudly down at his phone, though to anyone looking it might seem like he was laughing at his crotch. Still, it was an amusing way to say no. What made him think though, when did it become funny Spencer saying no to marrying him? This was all getting very weird.

The Fifth Time

They were in Vegas, this time a vacation and not after a case. It was just the pair of them, Jack away with Jessica visiting her parents. They were spending the first day with Reid’s Mom and they hadn’t been sitting there for two minutes before she asked her son a question.

“Spencer, please tell me why you won’t mind this nice man right here?” Spencer looked sharply at Aaron. His eyes narrowed and Hotch at least had the decency to duck his head in response.

“Mom -” Spencer started, shaking his head and attempting to figure out an answer for her. He couldn’t believe that Hotch had told his mother, this was a new low even for him. Why did he want to get married so badly? “You know I have never believed in the whole marriage thing, people can still spend their whole lives together without the need to get married.” He explained gently, reaching out and taking her hand.

Reid through his love another glaring look and Aaron knew they would be talking later.

“Whatever you say Spencer, but I don’t think you really believe that.”

When Hotch Says Yes!

The day went in a spiral downwards. Everything was falling apart and Reid felt like he was crumbling into the ground at the news the man he loved had been taken. He did everything he could, he stared at maps for hours on end attempting to figure something out like a bright idea that would save the man. However, there was nothing new and he couldn’t see it, not anymore. He was exhausted and scared, the fear running like ice through his veins.

It took two days for them to find their Unit Chief and when they did he was in a bad way. The older man flatlined twice in the ambulance heading to the hospital, both times they had brought him back it took longer and longer each time. Reid felt like he was going to be sick, he didn’t want to watch the man he loved die right in front of him. When the monitor did the long beep, he begged him to come back to stay with him and never leave them again, he promised him everything until the steady beat of heart returned.

Two days later Aaron finally started to come around, Reid was asleep, his head resting on the hand of Aaron’s he was holding onto with dear life. “Spence?” Aaron’s voice rasped, days without water and his throat felt like he had eaten sand. Spencer woke slowly, like he couldn’t place the sound before his eyes landed on the man and he stared wide eyed. It was almost like he couldn’t believe Aaron was actually awake.

A single tear ran down the younger man’s cheek and he sprung from the chair, leaning over the dark haired man, to place soft kisses to his lips. “I thought I had lost you.” His voice was thick and his hand fluttered about trying to figure out where he could and could not touch.

“Water.” Aaron asked for, again hating the feeling that his voice had. Spencer quickly reached for the glass of water with a straw and held it to the man’s lip. Aaron drank greedily and then nodded when he was finished. “What happened?”

Spencer sat himself back down in the chair, feeling the exhaustion hit him once he knew Aaron was awake and was going to be okay. “The unsub took you, held you for just over two days, when we found you, you were in a bad state.” Spencer took a breath, steadying himself before continuing. “You flatlined twice in the ambulance, I really thought I was going to lose you.”

“I’m okay.” Aaron affirmed taking the other man’s hand in his own and squeezing as hard as he could.

“I’m going to let the nurse know you’re awake.” The younger man rasped fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill. He rose from the chair and headed to the nurses station letting them know the man was awake before pulling out his phone.

“JJ, Aaron’s awake, yeah he seems okay.” Spencer rattled off when she answered. He answered a few more questions before asking his own. “I need your help with something.”

It was nearly a week later before the doctor deemed Aaron strong enough for what Spencer had planned. He was going to be in hospital for another couple of weeks at least, but Spencer just couldn’t wait that long.

“Rossi, where are we going?” Aaron looked back at the older man who was pushing his wheelchair down the hallway. He was still attached to drops and wires so they were coming with him as well. They walked for a while until he saw the door in front of them leading into the chapel. “What’s going on?” Rossi didn’t answer this question either, just chuckled himself. When they reached the door, he rapted once and they opened revealing the small room packed with people he knew. A few of them stood at the front.

As he was wheeled inside Aaron saw more. He saw Spencer, JJ and his son stood at the front with a priest. Then it dawned on him. A wide smile spread over his cracked lips and wished he could stand from the chair, wished that he could stand at the front with the man he loved and his family.

As he was pushed down the short aisle he saw the grinning faces of his team, his sister in law and other close friends. They had all come out for this, for them.

“I always thought you’d be the one in white” Aaron teased, not trusting himself to say much more at the moment.

“You’re more pure than I am.” Spencer answered equally as teasing in tone. He bent at the waist and cupped Aaron’s face, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Before the protests rang out around them. Both men laughed and together they stood at the altar, waiting for it to become official.

They were spending the rest of their lives together.

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Criminal Minds Alphabet Challenge

Title: C - Cat O’ Nine Tails  Word Count: 2665  Rating: Explicit Fandom: Criminal Minds Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid Triggers: bdsm, D/s, flogging

Summary: Spencer want to forget

Author's note: So this bad boy turned out to be a hell of a lot longer than I planned for this work, it makes me want to continue it a little more??

Spencer wasn’t sure what he had signed up for. Everything was so... overwhelming. Yes, overwhelming. He had agreed to do this after a recommendation from a friend as long as he could remain anonymous. The last thing he had wanted was for any of the team to find out what he was doing and then judge him for it. What would they think if they found out he was getting his ‘release’ from a hard case by being dominated by a random stranger. God, they would have a field day with it, even though he was struggling to understand why he was getting so much from it and he was meant to be a bonafide genius.

Still he was sitting alone in the small room he had been shown too, naked apart from the mask that sat in his lap. It was his only condition and the club had been more than willing to support it. He had filled in the questionnaire, answered everything honestly and was told that he would be matched with someone. Only a few days ago he had been sent a handful of profiles to have a look at and pick ones that he felt as comfortable as he could be with. There had been one that stood out.

Male. 43. High powered job that required a lot of time. That was the gist of it and with everything out it just sat steadily with Spencer. So he had agreed for a meeting, and this was it. It wasn’t your traditional meeting, they would play and if at any point during neither of them were comfortable, then they could call it off. The same as if they didn’t want to see each other at the end. Spencer took a breath and held the mask between his fingers, if he chose to go out there then he would be consenting to something starting and cause anxiety to flare into his stomach. He felt sick, maybe he was going to be sick.

Spencer stood and paced across the room. He knew he needed this, knew he needed the outlet. He had tried so many other things and then one day someone joked he just needed someone else to take control. That seemed like a bright idea to the younger man, have someone take control just for a little while and get out of his head. It was constantly never ending and maybe that release would be exactly what he needed. So, he researched. He found out everything he could about letting someone else take control and it sat so easily with him that his next research project was a location.

He found this club and after enquiries learned that catered to clients that were looking for something discreet and safe. The questionnaire had been extensive. Covering everything from the things that Spencer wanted to do, would like to do but was unsure of and the things that were a hard limit. Things he would never be interested in at all. There was so much more and at the time he wondered why, but quickly understood upon asking the question. Some people wanted to be that discreet that they didn’t speak to the people taking charge. There was no conversation between them. The only times they might speak was if they used their safewords. It was exactly what Spencer wanted. With that came the mask. He wanted to hide his face, he had been on TV before and with a job like his he travelled enough that he had pretty much appeared on TV’s all over the country. He didn’t want to take the risk of someone recognising him as an FBI agent.

Eventually, after precisely fifteen minutes of pacing back and forth across the room Spencer made the decision to head out into the next room. He lifted the mask and pulled it over his face. It was simple. Plain black leather that would cover both the front and back of his head. The mouth was open and there were holes for the nose too. When he looked at himself in the mirror it was strange to see the person looking back at him. He couldn’t believe that he was doing this.

He reassured himself one more and then headed out, knowing if he waited any longer he would chicken out and the man waiting for him would think he wasn’t coming. When Spencer entered the room he did what had been asked of him, to kneel on the floor and eyes on the ground. He was to never look up at the man who would be dominating. Spencer didn’t understand how someone could take that risk, but then again this was all about trust.

Only a few moments later someone else entered the room. He heard them pace around him in circles. Slow even moments that set Spencer on edge. All he could of them were bare feet and calves, he didn’t look any higher. Spencer took a breath and his hands trembling as they rested against his thighs. He didn’t know what this man had planned, what he would be doing to him. Then the thought dawned on him, apart from this moment, Spencer had been more concerned about what he was doing than what was going on in his own mind. Imagine that.

The pacing stopped and the anticipation rose within the younger man. He stood behind him, all he could hear was even breaths and the soft moments of flesh moving against flesh. Then a hand clasped around his throat. Spencer gasped and his instinct was to break free to move away, but instead he stayed. He was encouraged up onto his feet, being held and pulled up by the hand wrapped around and drawn back against the other man’s chest. Spencer could feel the rise and fall of his chest. He could feel the tickle of the light dusting of hair. He could feel the heat, it warmed his already heated skin and Spencer shut his eyes absorbing each and every feeling coursing through his body.

The other man didn’t need to speak, he simply led Spencer with his body. He used it to guide and move Spencer across the room. There were a few items in the room. He had seen them when he had come in. There had been a bed, a cross which from his research he knew to be a Saint Andrew's Cross, there was also a bench. Those were just some of the items, it didn’t include what was hung on the walls or what was laid out. Spencer was led across the room, which meant he was being led to the cross. He could picture it now. The older man guided Spencer. Tilted his hips against the back of him, telling him which leg to move without even speaking. Spencer did as he was told and walked. He could open his eyes and watch, see where he was going. However, he wanted to put all his trust into this man. He wanted to give everything over and that meant his sight as well, and he gave that at his own free will.

He felt the cold hard unrelenting wood against his front. He could feel the hairs on his body stand on end as he was pressed against it. The other man crowding against him and holding him in place. Spencer tipped his head to the side and rested it against the wood. One of things he had been open to when filling out the questionnaire was a sexual aspect to the play. He had stated that it had been a long time since he had had any form of a sexual relationship with a man, but it was something he had been open too. So when he felt the lips against his shoulders, it didn’t shock him, instead he let out a breath like he had been holding onto it for a week.

One hand was still locked around his throat and the other hand was skating over his skin. Fingertips brushing against his hip and then his ribs, along the inside of his sent shivers down Spencer’s spine. The hand wrapped around his wrist and brought it up and then with a practised ease it was buckled to the cross. The movements were repeated on the other side once he had switched hands at his throat. Everything was so calm and practised that Spencer fell into this lull, his head swimming with the thoughts of what he was going to do. That was all he could think about.

Then the hand was gone from his throat, he moved away completely and Spencer felt lost. He lost the connection and a small whine erupted from his throat. Completely involuntary, but reflecting what he felt in the moment. Then the hands were back, this time spreading his legs and attaching them to the sides of the cross. Spencer was spread and there was nothing he could do about it. He was completely at the mercy of this man and honestly, he didn’t think he would have it any other way. It felt like he had been in the room a lifetime, thought it could have been any more than ten minutes. Time passed so slowly.

He heard the other man walking around again. He took a dozen steps and then came back again. Spencer heard something move, it had been solid and yet sounded soft at the same time. He couldn’t figure that out, couldn’t place what he clearly picked up. That drove the anticipation through the roof again, causing the butterflies to come back and his mind all consumed with the thought that he was going to do something.

Spencer felt the first touch of something against his back. It took him a moment to figure out what it was. Then it dawned on him when the item stuck his back once more. It was a flogger. It stuck him once more and it wasn’t painful, not the way that he was striking him. It felt like he was caressing his skin with the flogger. The tails connected with his rapidly sensitizing skin and caused little huffs of breath to fall from the younger man’s chest. This was exactly what he wanted. The slow increase of power that the man was putting into it allowed Spencer to solely focus on the strikes and gradually they grew more and more intense. The speed and strength put into them were starting to cause slight discomfort but that only added to the sensation.

“Colour.” It was one word and it drew Spencer back instantly. The voice didn’t sound right and the thought crossed the back of his mind that the other man was purposely putting it off in an attempt to make it unrecognisable.

“Green, green Sir.” Spencer answered with a gasp. He was so green that it made his head spin. Everything about this was actually what he wanted and he was now wanting more. He wanted to feel the sharp bite of pain, now more than ever. The other man didn’t respond, instead the flogging stopped and Spencer whined in protest. The loss of contact, he couldn’t stand it. He listened to him moving around again and Spencer didn’t have it in him to focus and figure out what was going on. The footsteps came closer and then the sharp bite of pain came across his ass.

The younger man arched against the cross. Then it followed again, this time on the other cheek. Yes. Again. Spencer pulled against the buckles and they shook and rattled as he pulled against them. Seven more blows followed and Spencer could feel his mind slipping into this bliss. His body was on fire and it was everything he wanted. Barely anything had happened, but it was the most rewarding release he had ever had. He could feel himself growing harder, and little shocks of pleasure ran through his body when he rubbed his cock against the wood of the cross.

When the strikes came to an end Spencer was panting and muttering words under his breath that didn’t make much sense. The other body crowed up against him again, hands wrapping around his body and urging him to rest backwards against him. Spencer did just that and when the large calloused hand wrapped around his cock a low moan erupted from his core. He thrust his hips forwards, looking for more of the pleasure that felt like fire under his skin. The other used the pre-cum leaking from his cock to slick his length, slow sensual movements that had twists and thumbs rubbing across the head of cock. The growing need to cum became more prominent and Spencer began to beg, wanting the release.

He was so close and as another hand came up and fingers wrapped around his nipple, pinching harshly Spencer came with a shout. Spurts of cum covering the cross and the hand of his dominant. It was seconds later that he felt hot wet heat coating his back. The younger man slumped against the cross, feeling exhausted and drained. However, completely and utterly content with the feeling. He was unshackled from the cross and was taken over to the bed, he kept his head down respecting the wishes of his Dom to not look at his face. He led down on his front, head pillowed his hand as the older man tended to his abused skin.

He used a sweet smelling lotion and worked it into his muscles, easing tension and stinging from the bites of whatever he used. Spencer drifted in that moment, content with just laying there and being looked after. When he came back around the other man was gone and a bottle of water was left beside the bed waiting for him.

When he looked around the room he saw that he was alone and the flogger and a riding crop were still on the floor where they had been discarded. He would be more happy to experience both of those items again. Pushing up from the bed, he didn’t feel any soreness in his body. He drank the water and after a few moments moved back into the side room he had come from. He pulled the mask from his face and threw it into the chair, sweat was sticky on his skin and yet not a part of him cared. He felt completely at bliss, his head wasn’t running a mile a minute and for the first time in forever he didn’t feel overwhelmed by the crushing thoughts in his own mind.

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Aaron didn’t want to leave the other man, but he knew he would be waking up soon and didn’t want to break the one rule had set in place. So, he stayed for as long as he could, wrapping himself around the younger man as he drifted off into his own little world. He tended to his body and made sure he was going to be safe before leaving. Leaving him a bottle of water as well, for when he properly came too.

He exited the room through another door. Sitting himself down into the chair and taking a breath. The other man had been so beautifully responsive that Aaron couldn’t believe he had been lucky enough to find someone like that. He had narrowed it down to him because he had been looking for a sub that he could work with on a long term basis and the hope was that in the future they could be honest with each other about who they were, until then Aaron was content with not knowing the younger man’s face. For now, at least.

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Criminal Minds Alphabet Challenge

Title: D - Delusional Aaron Word Count: 2658 Rating: Explicit Fandom: Criminal Minds Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid,  Triggers: Mentions of drugs

Prompt by: criminalmindss312and309

When they agreed to work on the case sent in NYPD they never expected the end result to be their boss getting dosed with some drug that made him make several attempts to disrobe nearly all members of their team. If it wasn’t the fact that Spencer knew he had been drugged and wasn’t in his right mind he might have been more than a little pissed off that his lover was doing such things. 

“Look Spence.” The younger agent looked across to the blonde standing beside them. They were observing Aaron through the tinted glass of the interrogation room they had confined him into. “I know the pair of you would have liked to tell us in your own time that you’re dating, and that you are probably wondering how we know - but let’s just say neither of you are very good at being secretive or subtle - but in this moment you need to do something about that.” With a flourish she waved at Aaron banging against the glass. “You know the only way to help is to get it to pass out the system and apparently that is best done through exercise, now I don’t see the boss doing star jumps do you?”

The blush crept across the younger man’s cheeks. He could not believe that this conversation was happening, but he was thankful that it was JJ and not Morgan or Rossi, that would have just been the worst. He swallowed thickly and opened his mouth to answer but no words came out. 

“This can’t be the easiest situation, I get that, but it seems you’re the only one that can help out in this situation and whether we like it or not, he’s in pain that drug was designed to act as cupid - he’s going out of his mind, you also know what happens if they can’t burn the drug of quickly enough.” JJ informed him, keeping it as professional as she could. She knew what she was doing, she was playing with his rational mind and making it seem like this was a situation of a friend helping a friend and not between lovers who had been caught, one with their pants nearly down. 

“I know, I know.” Spencer answered, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. He knew what needed to happen, because the last thing they wanted was for Aaron to go into cardiac arrest, the likelihood was that damage had already been caused to his heart with how long the drug had been in his body without them noticing. “Not here, I can’t and he would hate that - It’s got to be somewhere private.” 

“It’s already been sorted, we’ve got a car outside and it’s going to take you hotel down the road.” JJ answered, everything was so efficient with her, Spencer was thankful. “I’ll be driving.”

“Okay, okay - let’s do this.” Any other time the younger man would have jumped at the chance to jump his boss, but he just wished the circumstances were different. He was also glad it was the blonde taking them, he knew what was likely to start happening in the car and it was a little less embarrassing with the woman. 

JJ left and Spencer took one last breath before pulling open the door to the interrogation room. “Aaron?” Spencer called out his name and the man instantly appeared. “We’re heading out, I’m going to help you okay?”

“It’s hurt Spence, it feels like I’m crawling out of skin, it feels like it’s on fire.” Spencer could hear the desperation in his voice, the pain and the panic. That pulled deeply at Spencer, the last thing he wanted was for the man he loved to be in pain. 

“I know baby, we’re going to get through this together, alright?” 

“Okay, yeah okay.” There seemed to be a moment of clarity for Aaron, he was able to push past the base desires the drug was inducing and make it to the SUV without attempting to get into Spencer’s pants. Spencer had been grateful that the rest of the team had cleared everyone out so they could get out with eyes on them, without people staring and judging and wondering what the hell was happening. They climbed into the back of the SUV and JJ sped off, sirens blaring around them as they hit the New York streets. 

The touches started out small, desperate, but small. Aaron’s hand grasped at his own, it was tight and bone braking. He was holding on for dear life. Then he was curling into Spencer’s side, tucking his face against his throat. Lips then began to press searching kisses against his skin. Teeth bit and scraped against Spencer’s skin and he did his best to bite back the gasps and moans wanting to fall from his own lips. Spencer felt somewhat guilty for feeling pleasure when Aaron was going through what he was. He shouldn’t be taking pleasure surely? This was happening because the man he loved had been drugged and was now going through torment because of it. 

“We’re here.” JJ’s voice broke the silence and when Spencer looked out the window he could see that they were in an underground parking structure. “Emily is waiting at the lift, she’ll take you up.” JJ answered, looking in the rear view mirror at them. “You’ve got this Spence, it will be fine.”

“Yup, thanks JJ.” That was all Spencer could say before Aaron, apparently understanding what was happening, was dragging them out the SUV towards the lift. True to her word, Emily was waiting for them, doors open and soft smiles. They piled inside and Aaron instantly had Spencer pinned against the back wall. His hands were attempting to pull the tucked in shirt free so he could get his hands under. They flew up the floors, Spencer wondered why they didn’t stop once, and made a mental note to ask later. 

They stopped and the doors opened into a suite, damn, they had spent some money for them to step into a suit like this. Aaron was too distracted with trying to get Spencer’s shirt off to notice they had arrived. “Baby, we gotta move.” His tone was gentle and his hands gripped at Aaron’s hips pushing him back. Aaron got the message and brushed past Emily without acknowledgment and dragged Spencer behind him by the front of his shirt. Spencer barely had time to grab the bag that Emily held out as he passed. The moment the list doors shut behind them, Aaron attacked Spencer. 

The momentum threw them over the back of the couch and into the wide seating area. Their blow cushioned. Aaron’s mouth was on Spencer’s, harsh kisses. Teeth biting and tongues clashing against lips and his own tongue. It was brutal and bruising and Spencer fell into it with a moan. Shit. It was everything he wanted. As the kiss broke and reignited, hands pulled at his clothes. He heard them tearing under the harsh grip and he didn’t mind in the slightest. They were pulled from his body and Spencer groaned under the touch as the kiss broke and Aaron began to trace his lips across his pale skin. He marked his throat, sucking deeply to draw the blood to the surface and leave a bruise, he did this multiple times across Spencer’s torso. 

When his lips wrapped around his nipple, teeth worrying the point, Spencer thrust his hips upwards. Pushing them against the straining erection that was encased in Aaron’s pants. He was so hard it was beginning to hurt. He never thought he would love the feeling of being manhandled, his body being controlled and used for pleasure. It still worried him that he was enjoying this so much, the situation not being ideal. However, it was something he certainly hoped they could explore for the future. 

“Spence.” He heard the gasp of his name. Felt the vibrations against his skin as it was uttered. He looked down at his body and saw the pained look Aaron was giving him. “Need you, need you to -” Aaron looked down, his hand pressing against his own hardened cock. Spencer understood and pushed back against the older man, giving him the picture he needed to move. Once he did and was sitting on the couch, Spencer pulled at his slacks. Pulling them down his legs, along with the boxer shorts he wore underneath. His cock sprang free, hard and the head purple and leaking precum. It was a beautiful sight. So strong and powerful, even with the look of pure desperation wracked on his face. Spencer took the length in hand and slicked his palm with the pre-cum leaking, easing the path. 

Aaron bucked in his grasp, moaning deeply, Spencer’s name rolling off his lips. The younger man did it again and then this time added his mouth to the combination. Wrapping his lips around the purple head and sucking deeply, flicking his tongue across the slit. Aaron exploded immediately, pouring cum into Spencer’s mouth. He lapped at it greedily. Drinking him down and pumping every last drop he could from the erect length. When he looked up, he saw his lover’s face. It was beet red, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide. Breath caught his chest and the pleasure and release finally eased. He sucked in a deep breath, eyes finally opening and looking down. 

“Fuck. Fuck.” The words fell with panting breaths and Spencer sat back on his heels with a smug smile. He wiped at his mouth with his thumb, catching the drop of cum that was on his lip and then licking it away. When they both looked back down at Aaron’s erection he was still hard, which wasn’t uncommon, but harder than either of them had seen especially after already cumming once. “What is this doing to my body?” The older agent asked. 

“Lay man’s terms? Basically it makes you want to fuck everyone and anyone.” Spencer answered with a grim smile. “You have to burn it out of your system, but it screws with your hormonal drive and results in this.” Spencer finished flicking his hand towards the erection in front of him. 

“Any other time, excellent - but this drug sucks.” Aaron groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. He then started to shift, the muscles in his thighs tightening and shifting, when he lifted his head again his pupils were blown wide again. “It’s coming again.” Aaron breathed focusing on Spencer with a look that couldn’t be broken even if he wanted too. 

“I’m right here.” Spencer breathed offering his hands to the older man. Aaron moved from the couch, crawling against his lover and sinking his fingers into the lighter curlers. He pulled at the roots, pulling his head back and then mouthing at the creamy column of the throat. One hand detached and moved south, skating across skin until it reached a belt buckle and started pulling. He wretched the metal buckle free, with little finesse and then popped the button to his own pants, pushing a hand inside. 

Spencer yelped at the rough touch, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as calloused fingers wrapped around his hard cock. Aaron held onto him, only pulling his hand free to spit into his palm and take hold of his partner’s cock once more. Once the movement was slicked, he pumped hard. There was no prelude, no gentle touches. It was fast and rough and Spencer came furiously, coating the hand and the insides of his shorts like a horny teen. Gasping for breath and with no break, he was pushed back onto the floor. Aaron yanking his pants down and throwing them into another part of the room. 

A hot wet mouth wrapped around his softening cock, licking him clean and sucking the growing oversensitive head. Spencer attempted to push Aaron away, writhing on the floor at the simulation and failing to get the other away. He was begging readily, it was too much and his body was tense. He could feel himself growing hard again at the stimulation once more and finally Aaron pulled back. Lips red and chest heaving. “You’re so fucking pretty.” Aaron moaned palming at the prone body in front of him. “Such a pretty boy.” He breathed mouthing his way back up. 

“I’m going to fuck you. Again and again.” Spencer shuddered at the hushed tone pressed against his ear, body shuddering beneath the others. The tone was seductive, breathy and oh so final. Spencer nodded and without so much as a breath he was flipped onto his front. “Lube?” Spencer was surprised Aaron remembered such a thing, but then when he really thought about it, it didn’t surprise him. The other man had always been conscious of such things, and would never intentionally cause Spencer pain. 

“Check the bag.” He felt Aaron move away, the burning heat of his body gone only to be back again in moments. Hands gripped his hips, lifting them to get Spencer to do as he was told. Spencer moved into position. Face pressed against the floor and his ass in the air. Aaron’s mouth was on his instantly, tongue flicking and pressing against the ring of muscle. Demanding entry. 

Spencer moaned, pushing back and relaxing under the insistent muscle. He felt Aaron push inside and the slick heat wet his insides. He was in heaven and it continued for longer than he imagined, then it was a slicked finger easing inside, stretching him. He only got the brief moment of one before a second was added and a burning sensation increased. He gasped and writhed against the touch, seeking comfort instead of the sensation. Then it eased and insisten fingers pushed against his prostate sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body. A third finger caused his cock to embarrassingly jump and leak pre-cum against the fluffy cream carpets. 

The fingers were pulled free and the wide head of a cock was pressed against him instead. Spencer whined greedily as Aaron teased him with it. Then in one full push he was inside. Spencer rocked forward, hands searching for anything to grip onto. It was both pain and pleasure, wrapped into one and teasing him into submission. Christ. Aaron only gave him a moment to adjust before he was pulling out and thrusting back inside. Rocking Spencer forward each time. He fucked him ruthlessly. Gripping his hips with a bruising strength and rutting against him with a desperation Spencer had never seen before. 

The younger man reached under himself and took his cock in hand, still wet from earlier, he pumped himself in sync with Aaron’s thrusts. That was hitting that perfect spot each time. Two more trusts and Spencer was shooting his load across the carpet, shaking and gasping at the sensations battling through his body. Aaron wasn’t far behind and finished inside his younger lover. He had lent over Spencer and bit down at his shoulder at the same time. 

They both took a moment to catch their breath, bodies shaking and weak and they collapsed in a heap to the floor. Spencer felt the need to sleep pull at him, and he curled against Aaron. Holding him tightly. It seemed for now the need to fuck had lulled, enough that they might be able to get some rest if it hit again. 

It did hit again, and again and then for a third and final time through the night. When the men woke in the morning, bruises scattered both their bodies. Spencer’s held the majority, some in the shape of fingers and others clearly from a mouth that had sucked with desperation. Aaron had attempted apologies, begging for forgiveness for what he had done. Spencer had only silenced the man he loved with a gentle kiss and hushed words of love. 

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Criminals Minds: Alphabet Challenge

Title: A - Aaron Word Count: 1268  Rating: Explicit  Fandom: Criminal Minds Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid Triggers: rough sex, biting, over-stimulation

Summary: Part one of the Criminal Minds Alphabet Challenge!

Aaron stared out the window to his office, watching his team below. There was one person he was particularly focused on, Spencer Reid. The man was currently bent over JJ’s desk explaining something to the blonde. Aaron’s gaze focused on the way his slacks pulled tight over the man’s ass. Hotch took a breath and tried to push the thoughts from his head, but it was useless. He was falling hopeless for the younger man and the thoughts of screwing the genius until he couldn’t think no more was a challenge Hotch wanted to take on.

Aaron lent back in the chair and let a breath fall from his lips as he let the thoughts take him over. He pictured himself leaving the office and walking down to where the other man was. He would push him down against the desk, pinning his slender body against the wood. His large hands spread out over the man’s shoulders, his groin pressed hard against Spencer’s ass, grinding against until he could himself grow hard.

“Do you want me Spencer? Do you want me to fuck you over this desk my love?” Aaron breathed. Fingers curling tight into lean muscles of his arms. He would feel the man below him shake, mutter breathless whimpers and push back against him. All the consent Aaron needed to fuck the man into oblivion.

Aaron pulled a hand free and curled it around the man’s throat. Pulling him up from the desk with a firm grip that had Spencer mewling against his chest. With the remaining hand, he pulled at his belt, yanking it free and open until he could push his pants down. Once they fell around his knees, with his boxers included. Aaron wrapped a hand around his semi hard cock and pulled it to full attention. “If I had that cock ring with me, I’d lock you up. Stop you from cumming when I fuck that tight ass of yours.”  Aaron growled biting at the edge of the younger man’s ear. Nipping at the soft skin and soothing it with flicks of his tongue.

Spencer thrust into his grasp, rocking his hips back and forth searching for release. However, Aaron took that from him, releasing his cock and pushing him back down onto the desk. His hand came crashing down against one pert cheek, causing a bright red hand print to appear against milky skin. Spencer shouted out, only muffling himself with his fist after making so much noise. “Keep it down baby, we don’t want to draw anyone in now do we?” He saw Spencer shake his head and press his forehead down against the desk.

Aaron reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bottle of lube he had stashed there earlier. He coated his fingers with one hand and then squirted some down the other man’s ass crack. Setting the bottle down he parted his cheeks and pressed two fingers deep inside.  He moved hard and quickly, listening to the way Spencer whined against his fist. He scissored the two fingers and watched as he writhed against the desk. He was so pretty. All slender and angled, jutting bones that begged to be bitten.

Once he could see that Spencer was taking pleasure from the two fingers, he added a third, stretching him further. It was such a turn on listening to the younger man. He pushed the fingers in deep, brushing them against his prostate which had Spencer jumping and whimpering against the desk. He rutted his hips, searching for something to bring him relief. Aaron brought his free hand back down on Spencer’s ass, a biting command to tell him to stop.

Once Aaron deemed him suitably stretched, he pulled his fingers free and chuckled when Spencer whined and grumbled against the desk. “So eager for me sweet boy.” Aaron unbuckled his own pants, pushing them down enough to allow his cock to spring free, curling up towards his navel. He was so hard it hurt. He slicked up his cock and then pressed the head against the loosened ring of muscle. He had one hand pressed down between Spencer’s shoulder blades holding him in place as he could feel him attempting to push back against his cock. He was always so needy for him.

Aaron smirked and then slammed in, hard. He didn’t give the man time to adjust, he pushed in until he bottomed out and then held still. Feeling the tight heat wrapped and grasp his cock. He felt so fucking amazing. Aaron took slow deep breaths, starving off the need to cum so quickly. He curled both hands around Spencer’s slender shoulders and gripped tightly, he knew that it would likely leave bruises and it thrilled him to know he could see them the next day.

Once he had control over himself again and Spencer was whining for him to continue, Aaron pulled back, all but pulling out before slamming back in once more. He was rough, his own need driving him. Aaron repeated the movement over and over again, slamming into the younger agent until even his cries weren’t muffled by his fist. He was so fucking hot.

Aaron pulled him up by shoulders bringing his body back against his own, however still bent slightly. Giving it enough of an angle so Aaron could still pull back and slam back in. He moved his hands, one wrapping around his throat and the other moving down to wrap around his cock. He pumped the hard length, using the pre-cum leaking so readily from the tip to ease the way. Aaron was close, he could feel it in the base of his spine. His balls tightening as he continued seaking his own pleasure as much as bringing Spencer his.

“You ready to cum for me baby?” Aaron huffed, breathless with the activity and his own desire. “You ready to paint that desk white?” The younger man whined and muttered something in response. Aaron took it as a yes and did something clever with his fingers, stroking over the head of the cock in his hand. Spencer came with a shout, his body going stiff in Aaron’s grip as Spencer literally shot his load across the desk. Painting not only the desk, but the paperwork white as well.

Once he was spent, Aaron continued to pet at his cock. Stroking it and rubbing calloused fingers over the head. He loved the feeling of shock it caused Spencer each time. It sent a shudder through his body and from the way his ass gripped his cock when he came, to those little shocks, Aaron covered Spencer’s insides white. He came with a groan, biting down at the agent's clothed shoulder until he felt himself stop. “Jesus. Fuck” Aaron cursed panting heavily as he wrapped his arms around the man, holding him in place for as long as he could.

“Hotch?” Aaron all but rocketed up from the desk at the sound of his name. He was rock hard in his pants, the need to cum burning deep within him. He was breathless and he hadn’t even done anything. He had been staring at the glass without really seeing. So much so, that he hadn’t seen Spencer talking with JJ and making his way up to the Unit Chief’s office.

The deep red blush had to have been creeping over his cheeks as he faced the man he had been so openly fantasizing about. He felt like he was going to melt into the chair under the gaze.

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Criminal Minds Alphabet Challenge

Title: B - Bilbo Word Count: 1975  Rating: G Fandom: Criminal Minds Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid Triggers: None!

Summary: Spencer seeks forgiveness

Aaron hated the fact he was the one to get bored in his relationship with Spencer. Hated that the other man could literally find anything and everything to do and was never left without something to keep him busy. Whether it was working on a paper, starting a new paper or reading a book. He always had something. Aaron couldn’t understand how it could grasp his attention for so long. Aaron thought that that might even start to bore him after so long.

Jack was staying at JJ’s and Will’s, enjoying a playdate and sleepover with Henry. Aaron was glad he had found a friend and he had comfort knowing that he was safe. The older man lent against the kitchen counter, watching Spencer turn page after page at the speed that he read, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he finished the book. He did enjoy watching the focus in the other man’s eyes, watching as he combed the pages, absorbing the information. When he came to the end and shut the book in his lap Aaron sprung from his spot.

“Spencer.” He drew his name, rolling the ‘r’ at the end of his name. The younger man looked up and a smile brightened his features as he looked at his lover. “Let’s go do something?” Aaron all but pleaded leaning over the back of the chair he had been sitting in, wrapping his arms around the other man. He felt, more than heard, the man take a breath and chuckle.

“What would you like to do?” Spencer lent back in the high backed chair. Tipping his head back to look up at the man he had been lucky enough to spend the last two years with.

“I don’t know anything with you, before we get called in for a case.” Aaron answered. While they were on stand down, it was not unusual for them to get a call telling them they had to head back into the office.

“But there are so many possibilities, and what I might like, you might not like and then we’re stuck in a predicament about what we do?” Spencer answered. “And honestly, that is the last thing we’re going to want, because it would only mean that we spend more time deciding about what we want to do instead of actually doing it. Like you and Jack the other night looking for something to watch on Netflix.” Spencer finished, shrugging his shoulders and offering a wide smile up to his lover.

Aaron sighed and rested his head down against the back of the chair, he just wanted to do something. Anything that would get him out the house and doing something other than staring at case files. “Why don’t we go for a walk in the city? We might find something to do there?” Spencer offered. It seemed like a good solution. Nothing set in stone, but plenty of opportunities for them to find something that they would both feel happy doing.

They had decided to walk from the townhouse into the city, it was only twenty minutes and it was nice to walk hand in hand or arm and arm with the person you loved. They rarely got the chance to do anything like and Aaron knew they both wished it could happen more. As they got into the city they stopped and picked up a pretzel from a stand, Spencer tried to complain, something about hygiene rates and chances of getting food poisoning. However, Aaron simply purchased the pretzels and thrust one into Spencer’s hands telling him to eat it with a fond smile.

They walked around for a while longer, simply enjoying just being with each other more than anything. A few hours had rolled around and they stopped for lunch, finding a little pizza shop tucked back from the road. They sat together, wrapped together in each other’s arms stealing kisses and wondering why they didn’t do this more often. The food was amazing and both men vowed to bring Jack here, knowing he would love the food and the fact he could sit and colour on the tablecloth.

It was moving later into the afternoon and they were heading back to the house, suitably happy they had spent an afternoon doing nothing but walking around a city. As they took route back the two men walked arm in arm. Spencer tucked against Aaron, and Aaron teasing squeezing in his backside from his pocket every now and then. They passed an animal shelter, Spencer pulled them to a stop outside the window and watched as some kittens played in the window. He looked back up at Hotch with the widest of grins.

“No.” Aaron stated firmly. “It’s not happening Spence, we’re not home enough.” However, Spencer was not listening to his partner or boss and headed into the shelter. Aaron stood on the sidewalk looking at the back of Spencer wondering why he had insisted on taking a walk in the city. Aaron took a breath and followed him inside.

The moment he stepped through the door he was hit by the sounds and smells of animals; cats, dogs, birds and by the looks of its reptiles. Aaron looked around for Spence, but couldn’t see the man, he expected him to be at the front with the kittens, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. “Can I help you today?” A young woman approached Aaron.

“Yeah, I’m looking for my boyfriend. He just came in? Shoulder length brown hair, slim wearing a sweater vest?” Aaron gave a basic description. He could have gone more detailed but the woman didn’t need to know about his nose would curl when he laughed, or the dimples he had when smiled. That might have been taking it a little too far.

“Ah yes, he’s out back making friends.” The woman chuckled and pointed Aaron in the direction of ‘out back’. He followed and when he stepped outside he found Spencer crouched in front of a cage doing exactly what she had said. Making friends.

“Spencer, no.” Aaron stared wide eyed, this was not going to happen. “We are not getting a dog, a cat is one thing, they’re somewhat self sufficient, but a dog is not.” Aaron explained coming closer to where his lover was crouched.

“He’s so cute though Aaron, he would be perfect! He looks just like you!” Spencer answered, fingers reaching through the cage to scratch at the docile animal behind it. Aaron wasn’t sure if he was to take that as a compliment or an insult, but he looked inside the cage and there was a black and brown basset hound that looked at least one hundred years old. “I spoke with the manager and she said he’s great with kids, really docile, doesn’t need a lot of walking and is more than happy to be a lap dog. He’s perfect for us!”

“How? You came in two minutes before I did?” Aaron huffed wondering how he had already gotten too much information on the animal in such a short amount of time. “We can't, it wouldn’t be fair.” He could tell how much Spencer wanted the dog and if he pushed much more than it was likely Aaron was going to give in if not today then another, because he knew the younger man would rope his son into it.

“You know Jessica would happily look after him, and if she wasn’t able too Garcia would, he could even go into the office with her!” It seemed the man had it all figured out, which meant they were going home with a dog.

“There isn’t much more I can say is there?” Aaron sighed, though the fond smile curling at his lips told the other man he wasn’t mad.

“Nope, Michelle is already filling out the paperwork.” Aaron opened his mouth and then closed it again. He felt well and truly duped. “You can go pick out the rest of the things we need for him if you want?” The smile on Spencer’s face was enough to make Aaron smile. He could see the elation and honestly, he couldn’t recall ever seeing it before.

“Okay fine.” Aaron muttered, turning on his heel and going back into the main shop. He wandered around and picked out the essentials. Bowls, collar and lead, bed, food and some treats. Everything else they could get later on. He took it back with him and found Spencer sat on the floor with the dog in his lap. The pair looked good together.

“Look!” Spencer laughed, the giddy tone to his voice making Aaron smile down at him. The dog was asleep, thanks to whatever Spencer had done stroking him.

“I feel like you knew about this all the time?” Aaron asked, narrowing his eyes. Spencer only shrugged and muttered something under his breath, which Aaron was pretty sure was ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’. “I got some bits, we can get more later on, how’s the paperwork going?”

“All done my loves!” The woman reappeared, who Aaron assumed was called Michelle, waving the documents. “This fine animal is all yours, Mr Reid was in a few weeks ago with the license and completed most of it then, so it was just a quick visit today to collect!” She answered smiling looking down at Spence and the dog.

“A few weeks ago?” Aaron asked, clicking his tone and narrowing his gaze once again.

“That was the bit I wasn’t supposed to mention wasn’t it?” Michelle asked wincing. Spencer nodded and gathered the dog into his arms as he rose from the floor.

“Forgive me?” Spencer asked, sliding up against his lover curling against him with the dog in arms.

“I’ll think about it.” Aaron answered, scratching at the top of the dogs head.

A day later.

“What do you mean you have a surprise for me?” Jack asked as they approached the house. They had waited until they had left JJ’s and Will’s before saying they had something waiting at home for me.

“It’s a surprise, you’ll just have to wait and see, but you will have to go into the house quietly and calmly okay?” Spencer added, turning back in the front seat to look back at Jack. “Promise?”

“Promise!” Jack shouted, grinning and holding his pinky out for Spencer to link with. They linked pinkies and Spencer turned back just as they pulled into the drive.

They headed into the house together, Jack between both men as they led him into the kitchen where their new pet was curled up in his bed. They heard Jack’s gasp and together looked down at the boy. “We have a dog?” He whispered creeping as slowly and as quietly as he could towards him.

“Yeah buddy, we haven’t got a name for him yet though, any thoughts?” Jack sat himself down beside the dog bed and tentatively reached out to scratch the head of the head of the basset hound.

“What about the name of the person in that book Spencer is reading to me?” Jack asked laughing quietly when the animal licked at his hand.

“What Bilbo Bagins?” Spencer asked with confusion before catching on to what Jack was talking about.

“Yeah! Bilbo Bagins, it’s such a good name!” Jack grinned turning back to the dog. “What do you think, do you like Bilbo Bagins?” He asked the dog, not to any surprise they had no answer, but Jack did a lick in response.

“I think our dog is called Bilbo Bagins.” Aaron answered looking momentarily like he wanted to shoot himself. All Spencer could do was laugh, more happy than he had been in a look time. Everything was becoming more and more perfect.

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It Was Bound To Happen.

Title: It Was Bound To Happen Word Count: 2624 Rating: Explicit Fandom: Criminal Minds Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi Triggers: Smut

The First Time

The first time they were nearly caught was the time Reid genuinely thought that this was going to be all over. It had been early in the morning, Hotch had left before him, something about paperwork. Which meant Reid had woken to a cold and empty bed. That already made his day feel a little off, since Jack went on his school trip nearly a week ago Aaron had been staying at Reid’s and they had created a somewhat routine that felt almost domestic.

Anyway, back to nearly getting caught. When Reid had gotten in he found himself dropping his satchel at his desk and heading up to their unit chief's office, fully preparing to give him a piece of his mind for leaving him behind that morning. However, when he entered the office, without knocking, he found the other man leant back in the chair with his eyes closed. Now that was an usual sight. Spencer stood in the doorway for a few moments watching, he rarely ever had the opportunity to watch the other sleep and he found that the older man appeared so much younger when resting. Spencer knew it would be a little while before other members of their team started to arrive, but he also knew that Aaron wouldn’t want to be found like this by anyone else.

Entering the office Reid moved around and was surprised when the man still slept, normally he was such a light sleeper. Still, he moved to the edge of the desk and a slow smile curled at his lips. They had a somewhat promise of keeping it out of the office, wanting to be professional and all. However, when other members of the team weren’t around and they were alone, they would indulge in each other at every chance they got. Which had led to a few close calls over the last few months.

With Aaron asleep, a fantasy Reid had had in the past entered his mind, it wasn’t the same as being at home, there was no risk. Here, there was every risk of being caught with what he was about to do. The younger man dropped to his knees in front of his boss, his palms ghosting up his thighs. He didn’t want to spook the man into waking, so instead he ran his fingers over the backs of hands that rested against the arms of the chair. Aaron woke slowly at first, once realizing someone was there, his eyes snapped open. Upon realizing who it was, his features soften and a look of confusion quickly paced over his features.

A shy, almost innocent smile crossed Spencer's lips as he reached for Aaron’s fly on his pants. “Spence?” The questioning and hesitant word fell from the older man’s lips as he did so.

“Shush.” Was all Reid answered as he pulled the zip down and flicked the button at the top. It allowed just enough room for Spencer to get his hand into the pants and pull the already semi stiff cock from his boss’ pants. Wiggling them around, Spencer tucked himself under Aaron’s desk and realized just how roomy it was. It would make things easier. “I’ve dreamt about doing so for so long.” He murmured into the quiet room, his breath panting across the sensitive flesh.

The only sound Hotch made was a quiet whine in the back of his throat, that was before Spencer sucked at the head of his cock, taking the other man by surprise. Where he gasped and gripped the edge of the desk. Spencer worked his mouth down the flesh, taking more and more between his lips until he could feel the head hitting the back of this throat and the muscles contracting around it. He could hear the soft pants from the other man, feel the shift in the chair as he did his best not to thrust up into Spencer’s mouth.

It felt like the ultimate power over someone, he hadn’t given the other man much of a choice, but knew if he really hadn’t wanted it he would have said no. Spencer’s hand gripped at the muscled thighs, his mouth doing all the work as he stroked the cock with his tongue. It was when he could feel the older man tensing he knew he was close, but it also came at the same time as there was a knock at the office door, a door that was still slightly ajar.

Rossi’s head poked in before Aaron could tell him to wait, the man’s hand pushing at Reid to stop. He didn’t. Instead he went a little slower, teeth catching just right, his throat wrapping tightly around the head of his lover’s cock. Spencer could hear the strain in the man’s voice as he spoke with the other agent. He could hear the haste in which he was answering the question so to get rid of the older man quicker. They both knew he was close, the salty bitter taste of pre-cum leaking more freely across the genius’ tongue. Spencer loved the thrill that raced through him, the thought of being caught. Everyone finding out in such a raw way made his skin itch with what felt like fire.

When he heard the other leave, he felt a hand take a tight and brutal grasp in his hair as Aaron rolled a little way back from the desk. He was panting and flushed when Reid looked up. He looked completely wrecked and Spencer was wondering how Rossi hadn’t picked up on it. Still, Spencer continued and Aaron came with such force that Spencer gagged around the still hard cock. He swallowed every drop, licking his lips when he felt the pulsing of cum across his tongue stop.

“Jesus.” That was all the other man could say when Spencer pulled up, letting the damp member weep lightly against the tucked in white shirt. A smug and satisfied smile curled at the younger man’s lips. He had rendered him speechless, that was something. Hotch looked thoroughly fucked, sweat beaded on his brow and his pupils were blown wide with a satisfied look about them.

“Good morning.” Spencer answered sweetly, pushing up between the set of strong legs and leaning over the man as he placed a kiss to his lips.

The Second Time

It was the end of a tough case and they had been granted stay for one more night in the crappy hotel the FBI had sprung for them. He and Hotch weren’t sharing this time around, so he was with Morgan and Hotch was sharing with Rossi. However, Reid would have gladly taken anyone else over Morgan, who was awake at dawn doing whatever Morgan did. On the last evening however, everyone on the team said they were going out. Hotch stayed back saying he had paperwork to do and Reid pulled his usual excuse out the bag. I don’t do clubbing, do I look like someone who goes clubbing?

Once the team had vanished Hotch had appeared at Reid’s door, a grin curling his features. He pushed the younger back and pulled him into a searing kiss. It was all teeth and fast kisses that left them both breathless. Spencer’s hands scrambled at the other man’s clothes, pulling open the buttons of his shirt to get to the bare expanses of skin below. His blunt nails scraped and Aaron let out a groan at the less than gentle touch.

“Shower.” The older man gasped, forcibly turning Reid and marching him towards the bathroom, hands at his waist. Once behind the closed door, they stripped, pulling clothes off themselves as quickly as possible while the water heated. Once warm enough, they stepped under the spray together and Spencer sent a silent thanks to the hotel for having bizarrely roomy showers. Wet hands brushed and gripped various body parts, working each other hard under the hot water. The younger man knew he would look much like a drowned rodent by this point, but couldn’t find the care to give it.

In the shower Aaron dropped to his knees in front of the younger man, palming at his cock in the process. Spencer had no choice but to brace himself against the shower wall as a jolt of pleasure shot through his body. Hotch teased his cock, drawing moans from the younger agent in the process. Spencer hadn’t seen the other man grab the bottle of lotion in the shower and the breech of the tight muscles made him jump and push his cock to the back of Aaron’s throat. The other man came off coughing and laughing, amusement and mischievous lingering in his gaze.

“Yo Pretty boy?!” Morgan’s bellow came from the other room and Reid felt the heat rise in his body even more.

“Hotch!” Reid gasped, pushing at the other man’s head just as pushed fingers deep inside of Spencer and began to scissor them. He bit back the curse that was on his lips as the pain/pleasure shot like electricity through his veins.

“Reid?” Morgan’s head appeared round the door, looking into the bathroom. “You changed your mind and are coming out?” His fellow agent asked, tapping his fingers against the wooden door. Another thing Reid found out he was thankful for was the glass surrounding the shower was frosted floor to ceiling, but he hated to think what shadow might be casting against it.

Reid wasn’t sure how he was supposed to carry on a conversation, this is exactly what he had put Aaron through only a few weeks before and now he understood. He felt a little like revenge right now. “Eh - no.” He bit back the whine forming in his throat, his fingers looking for purchase against the smooth tiled walls and finding nothing. “Going to bed.” He answered quickly, shaking and seeing stars when a finger brushed over his prostate. Morgan simply hummed in response, firing off an okay with an amused tone.

The moment the door slammed shut Reid felt the moan slash whine in the back of his throat erupt as Hotch took the length of his cock in his mouth and pushed the two fingers against his protest. It was too much and Reid was spilling his seed down the Unit Chief’s throat. He stood, or rather lent against the wall, as Aaron mouthed at his over sensitive cock. Until, Reid pushed him away grumbling and his body trembling with each lick.

Aaron stood, a cocky look in his eyes as he pulled the younger man close. “Paybacks a bitch.”

The Third Time

Reid is desk bound after taking a shot to the shoulder in the past case and since he hasn’t been cleared he has to stay while the rest of the team fly out to Miami. He’s shacked up in Garcia’s layer when his phone buzzes on the desk beside him. It was late in the evening and the team were just heading back to the hotel, however he and the blond tech had a few more things to tie up before they headed home themselves.

“I wish you were here.” the first text read. “I miss your mouth wrapped around my cock.” Spencer stared at the messages. Never had anything like that happened between them, they didn’t send each other dirty texts. Well, until now at least.

“Nice to know I’m wanted.” Spencer answered, feeling brave enough to add a winky face emoji at the end.

“Oh you are, I’d fuck that mouth of yours and finish in your ass.” Spencer’s jaw went slack as he read the message again and again. “Then if I’m feeling nice, I’d lick you clean.” Reid could feel himself growing hard in his slacks. Jesus, what was this man trying to do to him.

“I’m still at the office!”

“And? I’ve always fancied bending you over your desk and fucking you into next week.” Was the reply he got and the reply that just so happened to make Garcia want to know who was so avidly texting Ried.

“Oh my god!” Her voice filled the quiet room, making Spencer jump. “Who is sending you texts like that? Are you seeing someone? Please tell me who? Let me check out their background and make sure they’re all good!” Her questions rambled and Ried was sure he was blushing from head to toe at the thought of her seeing that message. He knew he wasn’t going to hear the end of this from the blonde, and he also knew the moment she got on the phone to Morgan she would be telling the other man.

Busted

Reid did not drink, or well he preferred not to drink as he wasn’t preferential to the way it made him feel at the time or afterwards. However, there were times when the team went on enough and he reluctantly agreed to go out with them after a case. This was one of those times. JJ and Emily were plying him with these fruity cocktails that didn’t taste one little bit like alcohol, so he was knocking them back fairly quickly. That was his first mistake. The second was how vocal and chatty he was becoming under the influence. Hotch had lent over a couple of times and informed the younger agent he might want to slow down. His hand brushing against his and sending sparks of electricity through his skin.

“I’m fine! I don’t even feel anything!” The brunette answered grinning wildly, sloshing the drink about. Emily and JJ just laughed behind their own drinks, enjoying the show that was unravelling in front of them. It took another two fruity cocktails before Spencer Reid started to get a little wild.

It started with making somewhat lewd remarks towards his boss. Becoming rather forthcoming about all the things he wanted to try and so far hadn’t been able to try with anyone other than Aaron.

“You know what I really want to try?” He commented, barely taking a breath before continuing. “I want to go into the middle of no where and have you fuck me against the hood of the SUV. I want to scream into the night, calling your name and no one can hear a thing.” His fantasies were growing more and more bold as the night wore on. Aaron Hotchner doing his best not to jump the man across the table from him.

He hadn’t made it to the dance floor like the rest of his team, but he had moved and was pushed up close against his lover. His hands petted and his lips pressed against the column of the man’s throat. Mouthing and nipping at the tender flesh. At the time, they were under the cover of darkness, tucked away in their booth, however if the team was to retreat back to the table they would stumble on the genius groping their boss. Spencer’s hands continued to wander and they cupped the growing erection tucked away in Aaron’s dark denim jeans. He fought the urge to pull him free, get onto his knees and blow the man from the sticky nightclub floor. He was sure he wouldn’t be the first to do something like that.

“Spence.” Hotch mumbled in a warning tone against his ear, hot breath making Spencer shiver. He didn’t move the hand though and Spencer took that as a sign that he could continue. He pressed a little harder and then drew the older man into a deep, long and lush kiss that had his own mind reeling. When they finally came up for air they were faced with the slacked jawed members of their team standing at the end of the table.