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maria-akira · 3 years

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good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader

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summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha

this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.

i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)

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"Dude, shut the fuck up."

"Are you kidding? She really said that?"

"You really think that's gonna happen?"

"Who's class do you have first?"

Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.

"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.

"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.

"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.

Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.

Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.

Michael, her ex.

How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.

Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.

Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.

Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.

The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.

She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.

2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.

She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.

As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.

On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.

The school rooftop.

A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.

When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.

Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.

They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.

The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.

As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.

She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.

Unknown Sender has sent you a message.

She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.

Unknown Sender: hey ;)

Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

(Y/N): hi? whos this?

read 2:29 pm

Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.

"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.

(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?

read 2:32 pm

Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.

They know my name. And her heart started pounding.

(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number

read 2:35pm

Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.

"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.

(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.

read 2:40 pm

Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'

You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'

Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?

(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.

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Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺

(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!

Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.

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"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.

Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.

It was Michael, again.

"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her

For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"

"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.

Michael panicked.

"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."

Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,

"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."

Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.

2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.

Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.

Duncan, one of his bestfriends.

Michael answered the call, "Hello?"

"What's the update on your little girl?"

"She still doesn't trust me."

"That's sad man."

"I know. She changed alot. "

"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,

"I can't point it out, Dunc."

"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."

"Fine, I trust you."

Call Ended.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.

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It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.

Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.

Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.

Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.

Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"

"But—"

Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.

"Okay this is actually something serious—"

"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."

"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."

Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.

"Okay, fine. Shoot."

"I can't believe I'm saying this.."

"Don't waste my time, Langdon."

"Fine! I'm failing."

Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.

"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.

"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."

"Why me?"

Now that made Michael nervous.

"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"

"Fine! Under one condition."

Michael was curious, "What?"

"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.

"That's fine by me."

"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."

She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.

"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.

"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,

"No."

"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"

"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Bu—"

"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.

Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.

"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."

Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"

"Later, 5pm."

"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."

"I won't."

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i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3

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avenging-fandoms · 3 years

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i can just imagine being soft with hotch and you look up at him with pure heart eyes and he just melts inside 🥺🥺

“goodnight jack” you whisper and kiss the top of his head, jack smiling and whispering ‘goodnight’ back to you. you shut off his side lamp and turn on his night light, closing the door softly behind you.

“yn?” you heard his little voice through the door and you open it again, jack sitting up. “when daddy comes home, can you give him a kiss for me?” you smile and nod, jack’s expression softening.

“of course, jack. i’m sure he’ll come up to kiss you tonight too. goodnight, buddy” you close the door and head downstairs, sitting down on the couch and sighing. you checked your phone to see if there were any texts from hotch, and all you saw was a blank lockscreen with a time that read ‘9:14′ you clicked the tv on and draped the blanket over your lap, resting your head on your hand.

you didn’t realize you had dozed off until you felt aaron kissing your head. you fluttered your eyes open and smile, hotch brushing your hair out of your face. “hi sweetheart, i was gonna carry you to bed”

“no need, i’m glad you’re home” you stood up and hugged him tightly, rubbing his back softly as you both swayed. you opened your eyes again and looked up at aaron with your chin on his chest, your eyes darting all over his face and his cheeks turn a small shade of pink.

“what?” he whispered, brushing your cheek with his fingers and holding your face. you shook your head with a soft smile, standing on your toes to kiss him softly. your hands laid softly on his chest, his hands holding your face a bit tighter as your fingers gripped his jacket.

“i just love you, hotchner” you whisper and his cheeks turned a darker shade of red, kissing you again. “oh, and..” you pecked his cheek, aaron smiling. “from jack”

“i love you more, hotchner” he whispered back, kissing you again before you two headed upstairs hand in hand. you watched as he said goodnight to his son, your heart melting. aaron met you at the door and basically carried you to the bedroom, happy to be home with you two again.

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writefasttalkevenfaster · 4 years

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Aaron Hotchner / Ready for More

Summary: Aaron had married Haley right out of high school. He didn’t need a second or a third -- he just needed her. But things change. And after she’s gone, he’s finally ready for another relationship -- he’s finally ready for you.

Prompts: Aaron’s first time after Haley (second time overall)

Warnings: E, smut, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,387

Aaron Hotchner rarely felt nervous. But the few times he did, he was always grateful for the feeling — the jitters deep in his stomach, the adneradline that flooded his bloodstream, that occupied his muscles, and roused his mind — as this feeling kept him alive. However, right now — he adjusted the collar of his shirt, smoothing the stray hairs on his head — he wished he could be rid of the feeling. Right now, it wasn’t keeping him alive — in fact it was close to killing him, eating away at what semblance of cool he had left, and that was already too little. He scrubbed at his face, holding his forehead, feeling the brush of his fingers against his skin, noting the notable absence of cool metal of his wedding band.

It had taken him far too long to stop wearing it. It had taken him even longer to put it away. It felt like another part of him at this point, a part of his heart he was ripping from himself, hiding away in a drawer. But it was necessary. It was needed. He had to move on. He owed it to himself. And, he glanced at his phone — your last text still on his lockscreen: Looking forward to tonight! :) — he owed it to you too.

But still, his nerves remained on edge. And he knew exactly why.

It had been a long time for him. A long time since he had dated. He had the love story everyone wanted. He had met Haley in high school, high school sweethearts who married out of school, and stayed together for years. But no love story was perfect, and many didn’t have a happy ending. And nothing about his ending was happy. But it ended, nonetheless.

But that’s when he met you. A coincidence really.

He was shopping for Jack’s school supplies on his own, with only a list of things to keep him company. Jack was spending time with his grandfather and Jessica, his last day to do so before schools opened up, and here he was doing last minute school shopping by himself. Well, until you wandered by.

“Do you need help?” a knowing smile on your lips, your eyes flitted from the sheet to his seemingly hopeless expression, "I saw the list and figured—"

"Is that obvious?" You laugh, shaking your head, as he notes the absence of your nametag, “Do you work here?”

You nod, “I own the store,” you gesture around, “we have a lot of parents coming in today since all the big chain stores are fresh out of supplies and now they are trickling into the smaller ones.”

“Must be good for business,” and you shrug.

“Doesn’t hurt,” you hold out your hand, “let me take a look, we can have you out of here and back home with your—?”

“Son,” you smile, “his name’s Jack.”

Your eyes scan the list with a nod, “So we have everything, except one of these things, those three ring binders went fast today,” he frowns, his head throbbing at the prospect of hunting a three ring binder down today, “but I have a friend who owns a shop not to far from here. I’ll make a call and see if he can hold one for you.”

“You don’t have to—”

You shake your head, another smile graced your lips, and he felt his heart thump against his ribs, “I want to,”

“I don’t think I caught your name,” he says, and you hold your hand out.

“Don’t think you asked,” you offer your name with a ghost of a chuckle in your voice, and little did he know that’s not all you would offer him.

You offered to accompany him to pick up that binder. You offered a few suggestions for Jack’s reading list over coffee. You offered comfort. You offered friendship. Eventually, you offered him love. And more importantly, you offered him the time he needed to take with this. Patience for your first kiss. Patience with labels. Patience with your heart, which he knew he held so delicately in his hands. And patience with something else as well.

He hadn’t slept with anyone, but Haley. Ever. She was his first and his last — for everything. First kiss, first love, first lover. And last.

But now he was ready — he was ready for more. He was ready for —- the doorbell rings — he was ready for you, for all of you.

“Always right on time,” he says as he opens the door, finding you in a black number that rode dangerously above your knee, his eyes skimming your bare legs before flicking up to the smirk across your scarlet lips.

“I have to be, don’t I?” Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging him closer, his hands finding your waist, “don’t know when you’re going to be mysteriously pulled away by your lover.”

“My lover?” he feels your laugh fan across his fan, as you press your lips to his.

“Work, obviously,” he buries a laugh in your neck, pulling you even closer.

“So does that make you my mistress?" He swore he felt you shiver under his touch, your words practically whispered against his ear.

"I like the sound of that," you kiss his cheek, lingering a moment longer, before pulling back and smiling at him, "but I was promised dinner, wasn't I?"

You squeeze his hand, and he nods, fingers laced together as he let you in. Tonight was going to be the night.

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"I didn't know you knew how to make paella," you sip at your drink, smiling over your now empty plate, "or that you could make it so well."

"Well I've been living on dinosaur nuggets for so long that I nearly forgot I could too," his hand brushes your knee before resting there, his thumb rubbing up and down, "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he murmurs, kissing you, and you taste the saffron on his tongue — it tastes even better on his lips.

Something was different about tonight.

He grabs your plate and his own, and you hop off the stool, "I can help clean up—" but he waves you off, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Just relax,” he says, placing the dishes in the sink, and you sigh, leaning against your hand, as you eye him in the jeans you had helped him pick out the week before. They were...very flattering, which was part of the reason you had insisted on them.

“Oh I am,” you hummed, as he shoots you a look over his shoulder, spotting your eyes entirely glued to his ass, “I’m enjoying the show.”

“Oh are you?” you hear the smile in his voice, his gaze still fixed on the dishes, “well consider this a teaser.”

You raise a brow, “A teaser? So I can expect more later?”

The clink of the dish against the dish rack, “If you’re good,”

His tone was rough and husky, teasing even — the words raking over your body and sucking the air from your lungs. Oh something was definitely different, as a distinct heat settles over you, a tension coming into view that you hadn’t even noticed. Until now, as you shift in the stool, heat stoked between your thighs with just his simple words.

Oh, something was definitely different.

“In that case,” you slip from the stool, “let me freshen up in the bathroom.”

The door clicks close behind you, and you cover your mouth, ‘Oh my god,’ you mouth silently, fingers nearly messing up your perfectly painted lips.

He had invited you over tonight. No Jack. No kiddie food. He had dressed up in the collared shirt you liked, his arms on full display for you.

He wanted to sleep with you tonight — the thought of it sent shivers down your spine. The pace had been achingly slow, almost painfully so, but only because you loved him. And you did — which is what made waiting so worth it for this man who deserved nothing but love, especially after all he and his son had lost.

But, you resisted the urge to bite your lips, could you give it to him?

You had told you he hadn’t been with anyone since Haley, not until you. You wanted it to be good for him, you wanted to be good for him, so badly, but — you fussed with the hem of your dress — it was a lot to live up to.

You swallow the lump in your throat, but still nerves flutter in the pit of your stomach. But you choose not to focus on your shaking hands or jumbled feelings. He wanted this. He wanted you. And god knows, you’ve wanted him for so long. And each time he had pulled you into his lap, spread across his thighs, you’ve wanted him more — desire still burnt into your thighs, even though the bruises he left weren’t.

You emerged from the bathroom, finding him sitting on the couch with two glasses in his hands. You rounded it with familiar ease, sitting right beside him, and plucking one of the glasses from his hands. His arm rested against the top of the couch, the other still holding his drink.

“Welcome back,” he says, as you take a sip.

“Was my absence noted, Agent?” you mumble, as he leans closer, stealing another kiss, his tongue flicking against your mouth playfully.

"Of course," he takes the glass from your fingers, placing it and his own on a coaster, before his hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking the length of your cheek, "It always is."

"Aaron," you breath mingles with his own, as he dares even closer, noses brushing. He finally kisses you, your hand finds his shoulder, grounding yourself. He swallows your soft moan eagerly, his teeth digging into your lip. His large hand rests on your hip, and you crawl into his lap, splayed across his thighs. His fingers graze your bare thighs, teasing the hem of your dress, before venturing where you wanted him.

You part, his lips now lingering against the soft skin of your neck, all teeth and tongue, and your hips jerk against his, unconsciously, searching for some friction against the growing bulge in his jeans. Your touch soft, you pull him away, biting back a moan at his kiss ruined lips, “Are you sure, Aaron?” your fingers card through the hair resting on the back of his neck, “I don’t want you to do this if you’re not ready.”

His fingers trace your jaw sweetly, “I am, sweetheart. I’ve thought about this, a lot,” he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing chaste kisses to each finger, “I love you. I love what we have, but I’m ready for more. I want this. I want you.” he adds softly with a kiss to your palm, “if you’ll have me.”

Tears well in your eyes, as you cup his face and smash your lips to his, “I’ll always have you, Aaron. Again and again and again,” you murmur against his lips, and you pull a groan from him, as his arm winds around your waist, closing what little gap was left between you.

Your fingers tug at the hem of his shirt carefully. You would take this slow — you waited this long, you would wait forever for him. But it seems you don’t have to, as his arms rise, allowing you to tug the shirt over his head. Your eyes rake over the expanse of his chest with reverence, slowly tracing over the dips and divots, your touch lingering on his scars.

“Sweetheart,” he mumbles, as you shake your head, trailing kisses down his body, slipping down to your knees in front of him. Your lips dwelling over the scar on his stomach, the knife wound from the monster who had killed Haley, the very same one that almost took Aaron from you — before you even had him. His eyes grow sad, a sigh on his lips, “you don’t—”

“Every part of you,” you mumble against his skin, and he shivers under your attention, “every memory, every scar, every bump — I want to know every part of you,” and you brush your nose over his nose, “because I love every part of you.”

His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, watching as your fingers now find themselves at the hem of his jeans, toying with the button, “Baby,” he groans, as your hand begins to massage him, staring up with wide eyes and a wide smile on your lips, “fuck, I won’t last very long if you—”

“Then don’t,” you pop the button open, and he helps you pull these jeans and his boxers off, lifting his hips so he can then kick them off, “let me take care of you, Aaron. Let me be good.”

You eye his cock, thick and long, pre-cum nearly dripping from his tip. He stares at you with half lidded eyes, mouth falling open as your lips brush his cock, "Sweetheart, your mouth," a guttural groan deep in his throat, as your fingers trace his balls. His hips thrust into your mouth, "fuck, sorry," but you squeeze his hip, attempting to shake your head, as your tongue traces the length of him.

You peer up at him with wide eyes, and what assuredly must be drool dripping down the corner of your mouth and he practically whines, his fingers lace through your hair, tugging you closer, “Oh, what are you doing to me?” his hips jerk again, forcing his tip to brush against your throat, and you choke, “Fuck,” he hisses, shaking his head, trying to tug you off, but you don’t let him, his voice begins to crack, “Baby— I’m not going to last much longer—” And your fingers squeeze around his balls, as you hollow out your cheeks to suck, to let him know it was okay — that you wanted this. He pulls your hair, the sharp pain making you moan long and hard against the heavy weight of his cock, “where—” a low grunt rumbles in his chest, “where do you want to—”

Your fingers splay over his thighs, doubling down as your tongue curls around his dick, before sucking again, hard. He groans your name, rough and extended on his tongue, as he cums, his thick release coating your mouth and throat, and you swallow every drop of it. It’s salty, and thick, and something undeniable so him. And you love way the taste of him lingers on your tongue. His breaths come in small pants, his head lolled back against the couch, as you press slow kisses to his thighs, enjoying how his muscles twitch under your touch.

You shift, your heat throbbing in the confines of your clothes, blood roaring in your ears as he finally looks back down at you — utterly and completely ruined. His hand finds yours, fingers slowly intertwining as he smiles at you. His chest still rises and falls, as he gently urges you back up. You squirm under his gaze and touch, hands dragging over your curves.

“Are you okay?” you bite back the sigh on your lips — still now, always concerned about you. You nod, licking your lips, as you squeeze your thighs, and his gaze flickers down, and his eyes become molten, “come here.” he rasps, voice thick and heady.

His fingers guide you as he has you turn, unzipping your dress, his breath stuttering as he sees your bare skin, swallowing, “No bra?” he asks, in quiet reverence, as his calloused fingers trace down your spine, shivering under his attention, “were you that sure you’d get lucky?” he teases, a ghost of a laugh in his words.

You look over your shoulder, smiling, “I never thought I’d get this lucky.”

“You stole my line,” he says, pressing a kiss to the small of your back, his nose brushing against it. You help him slip the dress from your shoulders and frame, falling to a crumpled heap on the floor. You turn, heat climbing up your neck, as you watch his eyes sweep over you, lingering at your panties — eyes darkening when they spotted the damp fabric. He pulls you into his lap again, and you both let out soft moans as your clothes pussy drags over his cock, “were you this turned on by sucking my cock?”

Your breath hitches, his filthy words making your cunt twitch, “Fuck, yes,” he pulls you into a kiss, groaning when he must taste himself on your lips, “Please, Aaron.” His fingers brush your warmth through your underwear, rubbing up against your clit through the fabric, “just take me to bed, please.”

He licks his lips, wordlessly nodding, “Are you sure?”

You kiss him in reply, your arms looping around his neck, as his hands dig into your ass, lifting you. He stumbles to the bedroom with you, nearly knocking down framed photos and an end table, before he reaches his bedroom. He fumbles with the doorknob, a strangled whimper falling from his lips as your teeth pull on his bottom lip, before throwing the door open. He growls, pressing you against the wall right inside the bedroom. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as his hand teases your nipple, “Aaron,” you whine, and he only grins against your neck, sucking at the hollow of your neck, “not fair.”

“When has anything you’ve done ever been fair?” he mutters, voice utterly thick and sinful, as his mouth closed around a nipple, sucking, “nothing about you is fair.”

You arch your back into his touch, and you savor the way his dark eyes look up at you, like he can’t bear the thought to look away even for a second, “Aaron, please,”

“Tell me what you want,” he sucks the skin above your breast, his voice growing soft, “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Your fingers find his chin, tipping his gaze back to yours, “I want you,”

Your lips meet again, sloppy, messy kisses, as your tongue tastes him, as he slowly lies you back on the bed. He immediately crawls on top of you, pressing butterfly kisses up your body, lighting every nerve ending on fire, until he finds his way back to your lips. Your hands guide his own to the waistband of your underwear, and his fingers roughly drag the impeding clothing article down your hips, before you kick it off unceremoniously.

Your breath stutters in your chest when you see him eye your body, now on full display, squirming underneath his intent gaze. His hand cups your face, “You’re beautiful,” he breaths, before leaning to press his lips to your inner thigh.

You pull him back up into another kiss, your fingers finding his way to his semi-hard cock, stroking it until he is ready, “Are you ready?” you ask, licking your lips, as he stares down at you, eyes lidded, “if you aren’t, we don’t have—”

“You know for a long time, I didn’t know what I wanted, but now, I know what I want,” he smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I want you.”

You blink away the tears in your eyes, a quick kiss to his lips, as he guides himself to you. You whine as his head brushes your cunt, “Aaron,” you swallow, and his hand finds yours, as he parts your folds with his cock.

Every part of you burns under his touch, as he pushes himself, inch by inch into you, and you both find each other’s gaze. Eyes glassy, you meet in a kiss — and all you can think of is him: his mouth moving against yours, his hands pressing you needlessly closer, and his cock now finally seated inside you.

“Aaron,” a high pitched moan you barely recognize bubbles up, and he replies with a growl, rumbling against you, “please, move.”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he pants, the expletive making you writhe against him, shaking his head, “I don’t know if I’ll last—”

You shake your head, cupping his cheek, “It doesn’t matter, just move.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, just as he begins to thrust, swallowing each other’s groans, your mouth falling away as you arch into him, “Aaron, I love you,” his fingers dig into your thigh, lifting it over his shoulder, your skin slapping together, his lips pressing a kiss to your knee, “fuck, you feel so good.”

He shakes his head, a choked grunt escaping his throat, “I needed you,” he whispers, as his hips begin to slow, “I needed you, because I was dying without you and I didn’t even know that I was.”

“Aaron,” his low grunts fill your ear as his hips take languid strokes, “I needed you too. I still do.”

He presses impossibly closer to you, as his fingers drift to your clit, “I need you to cum for me, sweetheart,” he swallows, slick sweat dripping down the hollow of his throat, “I need to feel you cum on my cock. Want to see you fall apart for me. Need you to fill you.”

His fingers rub at your clit, and you’re gone, his name a whisper on your lips, as your blood turns to lava, pleasure thrumming through every vessel, toes curling. You keen under him, as his hips stutter, before he finally fills you, languidly thrusting until he presses himself to you, fingers still thumbing your clit.

He buries his face in your neck, still twitching inside of you, taking solace in your slowing pants and in the simple rise and fall of each other’s chests. He eventually lifts his head, and your lips find each other, lazily exchanging chaste kisses, as your fingers curl against the small of his neck, as you smile up at him.

“Are you okay?” you ask, as your fingers trace his cheek and his lips catch them, pressing a kiss to each fingertip, sending a ribbon of warmth through your body.

“More than,” he murmurs, as he reluctantly pulls himself from you, as you whine in protest, “do you need anything?”

You hum, as you shift on the bed, before freezing, “A towel,” and he bites back his smile, but you catch it anyway, “this is your mess.”

“Our mess,” he corrects, “or did you forget you begging me to move?”

You scoff, “I was not begging,” and a smile pulls at his corners of his mouth, as he opens the bathroom door, throwing a look over his shoulder.

“You will be,” your eyes glint in the low light of the bedroom, as you lay back.

“I’ll be waiting,” he shakes his head, grabbing the towel, as he pauses with a smile.

He wasn’t just ready for sex with you. He was ready for everything. He was ready for a life. For a house. For a family, even. A small chuckle leaves his lips, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. A few years ago he didn’t think he would ever smile again, but because of you, he glances at the finger where his ring once was — he was ready for so much more.

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Wallpaper - Reid x Reader

A/N: Hello Lovelies! I attempted some pure fluff this time to show my love to my bby, @spencer-reid-in-a-pool ! I wanted to shower her with love and this was the only way I could think how, so I hope you enjoy! Shoutout to @imagining-in-the-margins for the adorable prompt! You’re amazing and ily!

Also shout out to my amazing beta buddies, @sunlight-moonrise , @clean-bands-dirty-stories , and @definitelynotkatesblog !

Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: FLUFFY FLUFF

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 4.2k

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In the world of darkness that surrounds our lives, it’s important to find the light in the world. Luckily for me, our paperwork days meant being sat across from my best friend, Spencer Reid. The man whose smile lit the entire room, who could drop everything in an instant for someone he loves; who makes my days brighter at the simplest, “Hi.” The curly-haired genius spends his days surrounded by the worst humans in existence, using his brain to help the world before helping himself. With his IQ of 187, his mind works a million miles a minute, but sometimes he still needs help. That’s where my job comes in.

I joined the BAU a year ago, and was instantly drawn to the resident genius. He was timid when I first met him, as if scared the world would break him with everything it decided to throw at the sweet man. Slowly, I captured the heart of our resident genius, who was now my best friend. Over the course of the years, he became my favorite person. On cases, I would make sure he took time to drink water and rest when possible, bringing him snacks when his brain was wrapped in his geological profile. I made it my mission to teach the genius to love himself as much as he loves others.

Paperwork days were when I really got to see his bright smile and soft laughter. It became a running joke between us. Whenever Spencer would get up to grab us coffee from the kitchen, I would steal his phone to change the wallpaper to something silly. Every time he would check his phone for updates, he would see a new silly picture and grace me with a shining smile and chuckle. Even for these split moments in time, I knew I had distracted him from the morbid things littering our desks. His smile lit up the bullpen, leaving butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, my own smile gracing my lips. He would always shake his head before changing it back, already knowing he would find a new wallpaper later that day. Luckily for me, today was a long, dragging paperday which means I had plenty of time to meet my Spencer-Smile quota for the day.

First thing this morning, I got my hands on his cell. Pre-coffee brain, the only thing I could think of was the most ridiculous picture of our own Derek Morgan. The image was one Penelope graced me with, a photo he attached when shamelessly flirting with her during our downtime. As quickly as I could, I set the lockscreen and gently placed the device back on his desk, almost in the right spot although I’m sure Spencer would notice it had been moved. I sit back in my chair, slowly starting to spin as I see Spencer make his way back to our desks, two mugs in hand as his glasses begin to slide down the bridge of his nose. I shoot up to wrap my hands around the steaming mug, the warmth like a warm hug. I pull the mug up to my face, smelling the delicious scent of coffee created perfectly to my specifications. Sometimes boy genius’ memory has its perks. Settling back at my desk, I sort through the mound of files for the day in anticipation.

Looking up from my own cases, I look across to Spencer who has his face buried in a file, his finger trailing down the pages taking my mind into places it shouldn’t go. After an hour he still hasn’t seen his wallpaper, plastering a frown on my face. I pull out my own device, immediately texting a gif of Stitch saying hi to “Pretty Boy”, hearing his phone ding almost immediately. Looking across to Spencer, he almost spits out his coffee seeing the ever flirtatious Derek Morgan gracing his screen. The reaction sent me into a whirlwind of laughter, my head thrown back, almost cackling at the poor man.

As I calm down, wiping the tears from under my eyes, I see Spencer looking at me with his signature smile, making my heart flutter.

“That was a good one, Y/N. You really got me this time.” He chuckles, looking at this screen again before looking back at me. “Might have been your best one yet,” he says as he works to change it back. The poor technophobe had to learn because of me how to change his wallpaper since he realized I wouldn’t stop anytime soon. He’s still a tad slow but watching him try to work through it makes my heart happy as I return to my own files.

As I try to work through my own files, an IM from the tech queen herself pings my computer.

P.Garcia: “Changed Boy Wonder’s wallpaper again? When are you going to tell him?! Your puppy eyes give you away, darling. You can’t lie to me.”

Y/N: “Darling Penelope, I would never lie to you. Alas, you continue shipping something that will never sail..” I reply to her, hoping she gets the gist.

Although Spencer lives in my thoughts rent free, that’s where he’ll stay. As much as I wanted him in my arms instead, it simply wasn’t going to happen. I close my messages before trying to actually get some work done. I’d rather not stay late yet again due to my tendency to be a bit scatterbrained.

***

Coffee break number two rolls around and I already have the perfect picture planned. Reid scurries into the kitchen desperate for more coffee and I rush to his desk. Pulling out his phone, I send an image to it before saving it. It is one of my all time favorites. A movie night Spencer and I shared. I convinced him to let me pamper him under the reasoning of some well deserved self-care. Surprisingly, the man went along with my antics, although fighting me on this gem. The image is a sneaky one that Reid doesn’t even know exists. During our self-care night, I tried to take pictures of him looking as cute as ever, but he kept blocking me. Luckily, Spencer fell asleep before his mask came off leaving the perfect opportunity to snap the evidence. There is Spencer in all his glory, curled up on my couch in the light blue robe I saved for him that was covered in little clouds, a purple face-mask clinging to his cheeks, trying to avoid his eyebrows.To top it all off, he wore a bright pink headband to push his hair back decorated with bunny ears. The picture shows the soft side of our boy, a side I wished he would show more.

Throwing his phone back on his pile of files, I sit back at my desk, nonchalantly sipping my now cold coffee. Seeing Reid shuffle back to his desk, I wait for him to pick up his phone with my mug resting against my mouth. Spencer readjusts his frames as he settles in his chair, looking me in the eyes before looking at his phone. Instead of his normal chuckle, a pout graces his plush lips. Although his lips are normally a favorite of mine to stare at, the pout twists my gut.

“I thought you didn’t get any pictures of me that night,” he mumbles, giving me puppy eyes that could give mine a run for their money.

Despite my pride in the picture, his tone makes me feel just a little guilty. “I’m sorry, Spence, I thought you were so cute when you were napping. I didn’t want to make you upset.” I pout, the butterflies disintegrating as the moments pass. Rummaging through my drawer, I find my sack of trail mix and toss it to the dark-eyed man. “Here, take my trail mix, I know it’s your favorite,” I offer, a small smile painted on my face. Spencer’s eyes land on me, lips turning up once more into the smile that never fails to take my breath away.

“I appreciate it, but I can’t take it. I know it’s basically the only thing you eat on your lunch break.” His call out causes heat to rise into my face.

I stay insistent though. “I want you to have it. I don’t like making you sad.” I shoot back, giving him my infamous puppy eyes. Even Aaron Hotchner falls for them, there is no way the doctor could resist.

“Okay,” he starts, automatically having me rush across to his desk to give him the snack. “On one condition,” He finishes, making my face fall once more. Spencer never lets people just give him a present, he always does more for others. “Since you’re giving me your snack, you come with me to get a proper lunch since you need food and I could use the hour away from these files.” He smiles at me, already munching on the trail mix so I have no choice but to agree.

“Deal. BUT, I want pancakes if we’re going,” I reason with him, plopping back in my chair.

“IHOP it is.” He chuckles, the sound resonating in my brain as we both hurry through our respective files.

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At coffee break number three, Reid stands from his desk, scrunching his nose to fix his glasses as he reaches across to snatch my mug from my desk. Hiding my face in the file until he walks away, I turn to see him shaking his head, knowing I’m about to change his wallpaper yet again.

Once I see him turn the corner, I stretch over to grab his phone he conveniently left square in the middle of his desk, giving the man yet another excuse to talk to her. Flipping through the camera roll, I hear a chuckle from the desk a few feet away. Looking over, I find the one and only, Derek Morgan shaking his head at me.

“What’s so funny, Thunder? Sad the attention isn’t on you anymore?” I tease him while trying to find the perfect picture.

“I just find the pining that goes on between two supposedly brilliant people entertaining.” He chuckles as my jaw drops, turning to him. “Come on, Princess. You don’t think we don’t all know you and Pretty Boy fancy each other, do you? It’s obvious to everyone except the boy himself.”

I shake my head. “He’d never see me that way, Morgan. This is just for shits and giggles.” I breathe out, settling on an image of our feet in front of the TV screen, mismatched socks adorning our feet while “Beauty and the Beast” plays in the background. He sports a neon pink sock along with a navy blue sock covered in planets, while my feet claimed one sock covered in different moon phases, the other covered in little alien creatures. Placing his phone on his desk, I settle back at my own, shooting Morgan a closing, “You’re just seeing things, Morgan.” before burying myself back in the file at hand.

Moments later, my mug is sat directly in front of me before Reid sits at his own desk. Automatically picking up his phone to check, my tummy flutters at the smile he releases while staring at the screen for a moment before looking at me. Making eye contact, I notice a slight pink tint to his cheeks, before he looks back at the image.

“This might be my favorite one yet,” he murmurs, adjusting his glasses without looking away from the screen. I feel my cheeks heat up, getting warmer by the second, but I cannot tear my eyes from the man who holds my heart without even knowing it.

***

“Hey Y/N. Ready for lunch?” Spencer asks, tearing my eyes from the IMs Garcia floods me with daily.

“Ready when you are!” I reply, jumping at the opportunity to get away from the files scattered on my desk. You’d think serial killers would take a day off sometimes. Shuffling to my feet, I grab my keys from my desk and grab Spencer’s hand, dragging him to the elevator with me.

“Seems like it’s more ready when Y/N is.” He chuckles, straightening his glasses once he comes to a stop in front of the silver doors. As we step in, Garcia frantically waves at us, before sprinting into the bullpen as the doors close.

“Well, you’re in luck, Pretty Boy. You get me as your personal chauffeur to lunch.” I beam at him as he goes bug-eyed.

“Lucky? In your death trap, Y/N?” He chuckles, putting a flabbergasted look on my face.

“Hey!” I yell at him, playfully elbowing him in the ribs. “My car has lasted 15 long years I’ll have you know, and she runs as smooth as ever,” I shoot back, immediately leaving him behind when the doors open. “Maybe I’ll just go get pancakes without you then.” It’s playful when I lock all the car doors except for mine, and he knows it.

That doesn’t stop him from playing along. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry Y/N! Will you ever forgive my poor soul?” he jokes, holding both his hands over his heart as he begs for forgiveness. Unlocking the doors, I giggle at his antics before heading to the restaurant.

***

“Y’all ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?” The server returns to the table with our coffees, along with an apple juice for my inner child.

“Yes ma’am. Can I get the plain pancakes with eggs, as well as a side of bacon and sausage?” Spencer asks while gathering both our menus for her. “Of course, sugar. What about you darlin’?” she turns to me as Spencer dumps almost the entire sugar container into his mug.

“I’ll just have the chocolate chip pancake, please!” I smile at her as I steal what’s left of the sugar from the man across from me.

“No problem, that’ll be right out for y’all.” She smiles at us before heading off to the kitchen.

“Did you know chocolate chips were invented by Ruth Wakefield because she decided to chop up a chocolate bar and add it to her cookie batter?” Spencer looks to me as he starts with factoids. “And white chocolate isn’t even truly chocolate! White chocolate is made with a blend of sugar, cocoa butter, milk products, vanilla, and a fatty substance called lecithin. Not that it’s a surprise, considering it doesn’t even taste like chocolate. Probably because it doesn't contain chocolate solids.” he rambles as I stare at him with stars in my eyes. “However, dark chocolate is loaded with organic compounds that are biologically active and function as antioxidants. These include polyphenols, flavanols and catechins, among others. Dark chocolate also has a list of different benefits proven from consumption.” He finishes, taking a sip of his coffee as I continue staring at the man.

“What ever would I do without you, Boy Wonder?” I say, seeing Spencer’s face heat up at my remark as he hides behind his mug.

“M-me?” He asks, as if he couldn’t believe it. He shakes his head in disbelief before I could respond, showering me with many more factoids while waiting for our food rather than accept my compliment.

“Alright, here’s your food darlin’. Let me know if there’s anything else I could do for y’all.” The server tells us, shooting us a smile before moving onto another table. Spencer takes his time cutting up his food, dousing his plate in more syrup than pancake. Meanwhile, I dig into my pancakes as if it’s the last thing I will ever eat.

Halfway through my own pancakes, I look up to see Spencer looking directly at me with a look I couldn’t quite distinguish.

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask him, almost seeming to pull him from a trance before responding.

“Oh. Uh, you have chocolate on your face.” He tells me, seeing my face flush at the information. I grab my napkin and quickly wipe my lips making sure not to miss a spot. Little did I know, there wasn’t a single speck on my face.

“Is it gone?” I ask him, hoping not to embarrass myself further.

“Oh, yeah it’s gone.” he smiles, returning his focus onto his own plate.

Going back to eating, I keep sneaking pieces of the bacon off Spencer’s plate, causing him to smile each time.

“Hey Spence. I have a question for you.” I tell him, shoving a piece of bacon in my mouth.

“And what would that be, Y/N?” He asks me, sipping his coffee.

“Why is it every time we come here you order sausage and bacon, if you never touch the bacon?” I ask him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“Would you like my honest answer?” He pushes back, as if I would want anything else from him. I nod with a mouth full of pancakes, earning a smile while he responds. “Because I know you’ll always steal the bacon from my plate but will never actually order it yourself.” He smiles at me, returning to his own food leaving me speechless and even more red.

Finishing up our plates, Spencer takes initiative to organize all of the empty dishes so our server has less work. Giggling at his antics, I pull out my phone to check the time, seeing we still have plenty of time before our break is over.

“Are we getting milkshakes?” he asks me, sipping the last of his coffee before adding the mug to his carefully organized dish-pile.

“Of course we’re getting milkshakes, what kind of question is that, Spencer?” I look at him, almost appalled he would assume we weren’t. “We each have a sweet tooth I’ve ever seen matched by anyone else, why would you ever assume I would say no to a milkshake?”

“I wasn’t sure if we had the time, I didn’t want to make us late.” He explains, shaking his head yet again at my child-like antics.

When the server returns, we both order the largest mint-chip shakes they had before returning to our usual banter in waiting. Not long after, the server returned with a single shake.

“I’m so sorry sugar, apparently we only had enough ingredients for one mint-chip. Can I get y’all something else?” The server asks us, feeling bad she couldn’t fulfill our order.

“You take the mint-chip, Spence. I’ll order something else.” I push the shake toward him as he blocks it from getting to him.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m not worried about it.” He replies, fighting me over a milkshake.

“Spence-” I begin to argue before he abruptly cuts me off.

“Would you like to share the shake with me, Y/N?” he asks me, looking me directly in the eye. I froze for a moment, taken aback at the offer from the germaphobe in front of me.

“If that’s okay with you, Spence. Then, sure!” I respond, checking if it was okay with him.

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t okay, Y/N.” He shoots back, chuckling at me before asking the server for two straws. The man in front of me steals more and more of my heart with every passing moment.

***

Going up the elevator to the BAU was a constant battle between us. Spencer secretly gave the server his card so I wouldn’t even have a chance to fight him on paying.

“You gave me your trail mix, Y/N! That’s the whole reason I asked you to get lunch in the first place! Why would I let you pay when I extended the invitation?” He shoots at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Shooting him a look of discontent, we both sit back at our desks, feeling 2 pairs of eyes staring at us from a few desks over.

“Don’t look now, but I think Tweedledee and Tweedledum are staring at us.” I lean over to whisper. Reid tries his best to look up at them, nonchalant as possible. Despite the boy being a genius, he is anything but sly, looking just in time to see Derek and Penelope snap their heads to whatever was on his desk. Giving them a smile, Reid picks up his own file to return to his own tasks for the day. However, the task only lasted so long before the genius needed yet another cup of coffee for the day. Heading off to the kitchen, I quickly grab the phone he left on his desk on his break, trying to plan the perfect image.

Before I could get far, I was abruptly stopped in my tracks. Staring at the homescreen on his phone, I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t noticed this before. Had this been in front of my face the entire time? Staring at the screen, I see myself and Spencer from our weekly movie nights. I had all of our silly photos, yet I had never seen this one. I see myself, puffed out cheeks with my eyes crossed, pulling at my ears to make myself look like a monkey, but my eyes can only look at Spencer. He hadn’t made his silly face. Instead, the man before me is staring directly at me, the sweetest smile across his lips. His little nose scrunch in full effect, his beautiful hazel eyes creased in the corner from his smile. That smile that could melt my heart in two seconds flat. Staring at the screen for what felt like centuries, I refocus on my surroundings when I hear his soft voice behind me.

“Wow, Y/N. Getting a little slow with the changes now, are we?” He laughs, before noticing the look on my face. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looks at me confused more than ever. Not being able to form words, I raise my hand to show him the wallpaper, the perfect image of us. His eyes go wide, his mug almost slipping through his fingers.

“Y/N, I-” He starts.

“Spence… Where did this picture come from?” I ask him, looking back at the screen before me. “I’ve never seen this one before,” I whisper, before Spencer puts his hands over mine, the mug now living on his desk.

“I, uh. I took this one before making a face, I just couldn’t resist.” He whispers, pulling my chin up gently between his two fingers, looking me dead in the eye. “Y/N…” He starts, glancing down before gazing back at me with the same look I saw at the restaurant. “I couldn’t resist because I wanted to keep a physical copy of one of the happiest moments of my life. And I care about you... More than care about you! You make my days so much brighter when you’re around. You’re the only person to ever know me, the real me. And I..” he trails off, working his confidence up to finish his thought. “I love you, Y/N. And that picture was saved, locked away on my phone so I could be reminded how much you mean to me, and how much you care on some of my darkest days. I love you, Y/N. It’s the only thing I have locked away because it’s the moment I knew I was in love with you.” He finishes, breathing out as he waits for me to react. Stunned into silence, I stand there looking at the man, seeing his face turn to panic. “It’s okay if you do-” He starts, stunned when he is cut off by his plush lips being covered by my own. He slides his hand onto my cheek, holding my face as he returns the affection.

Pulling away, I look him dead in the eye, I pull out of his embrace to my own desk, grabbing my phone. Returning to his side, I unlock my phone to show him my own hidden homescreen, a grin spreading on my cheeks from the flood of emotion. From our self-care night, it is quite possibly my favorite image of the man. He was in his robe, bunny headband and mask, but he was trying to block the images from being taken. His hand was raised in an attempt, but I could hear the laughter radiate from the image, the smile making my heart swoon at every glance. Looking between me and the image, Spencer’s jaw drops at my own revelation, before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. Burying my face in his neck, I murmur my own “I love you.” Before a whistle from the peanut gallery beside us breaks it up.

Shooting a look to Penelope, I see she has the biggest smile plastered on her own face, her rosy cheeks probably stinging from the sheer joy painted on. Morgan sitting beside her lounges back in his own chair, shooting a wink our way.

Returning to our respective seats, I can’t help but steal glances at the man beside me. When he catches me, I can’t help but giggle.

“Hey Spence. How long was I oblivious to your homescreen?” I ask him, curious as to how much of a dumbass I truly was. Seeing his cheeks flush pink, he turns to me with guilt in his eyes,

“Y/N.. as much as I would love to take the credit, I don’t know where the wallpaper came from. I can barely change it back after you mess with it.” He confesses, a shy smile on his face. Laughing at his technophobe ways, it finally registers that he didn’t actually set the wallpaper.

“Wait, then who changed it?” I ask him, before hearing stilettos and boots scurrying down the hall, laughter trailing behind them. Looking back at my boy, those eyes stole all my words away, and that smile… the smile I had seen so many times before but never knew the intention, the smile I fell in love with, I knew he would forever be my always.

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post-retirement kevin day would 100% go back to his roots and get himself a little farm in rural ireland. i don't make the rules

okay let's be honest this man is probably going to be forced into retirement at the tender age of 29 because he fucked up his knees enough and even the moriyamas agree since the money will keep coming regardless

i don't know why you girls even bother at this point. it's kevin day. he got rich rich. he goes viral on twitter every two weeks. he has a balenciaga gig. he doesn't NEED to play exy to have money people just throw it at him because he's pretty

everyone is worried but andrew & neil specifically are like. He's Going To Die. He Can't Not Play Exy

but the truth is that kevin knew this was coming already. he won't let go of exy completely — the lord knows no one can make him do it — but he'll lay down on the physical exertion for now

so, ireland. it's a somewhat hard decision because both his partners are still in the us but at some point in his life kevin let go of the nest's codependency and realized he actually enjoys solitude and having lots of room to be himself. so it's not really surprising. andreil visit twice a month and keep in touch every day

the problem is that, as time passes, it becomes Extremely Clear that kevin is living the dream life. that cottagecore shit. he posts a picture of himself, shirtless, making clay pots on instagram and it's almost enough to make andrew rip up his contract and fuck off to ireland too

neil won't admit it but he Wants To Be There Too. it becomes harder to leave kevin's little farm the more they visit him. more than once andrew woke up at five in the morning thinking he has to feed the chickens only to be painfully reminded he's, in fact, in his own apartment in the other side of the world

totally ignorant 2 andreil's struggle, kevin is going full on cottagecore on that bitch. abby constantly sends picture of him baking bread from the scratch to the foxes' gc. he has a little ranch and a bunch of flowers and cows and it is a very, very soft life. he doesn't ever remember being this happy.

the breaking point to andrew is when they visit and the cats (fuckers. bastard. traitors) refuse to leave. sir is curled up on kevin's chest as they gently sway in the hammock and when andrew calls him to get him into his cage for their flight the fucker refuses. He Refuses

and andrew can't even be mad at him. because Me Too. i, too, wish i could stay here and curl up with kevin on the hammock and eat homemade strawberry jam every day.

so, after a brief negotiation with his team (& neil, who still wants to play exy for a little while) andrew just packs his bags and catches the first flight to ireland. kevin is DELIGHTED

kevin starts an exy youtube channel mostly to discuss stats and commentary but absolutely no one watches it for the exy. everyone watches it because they want to see handsome kevin day doing farm chores and sitting in a field of lavender and (most recently) teaching the neighboring kids how to ride horses and play exy

what breaks neil is the one picture andrew sends him of kevin wearing a stupid flowery hat under the sun and smiling at the camera like he's never been this happy before in his life. he looks ridiculous and soft and loved and neil makes it his phones lockscreen in a blink

the media catches up on kandreil at the exact same time: with neil's lockscreen and andrew appearing behind kevin during his youtube videos every now and then it's really hard to pretend they're not a Thing. especially because No One expected pro goalie andrew minyard to be feeding chickens and picking apples with kevin day in ireland.

neil signs up with an irish team the second his contract ends — you're telling me kayleigh day's country doesn't have a major exy league? okay. okay — and he's more than happy to reunite with kevin and andrew. occasionally the foxes come to spend a weekend or two in their farm and there has been one summer where nicky's army of adopted children and aaron's twins stay with them for the entire season. it's lovely

this is the story of how one (1) pretty boy made andrew minyard and neil josten, certified brooding presences(TM), move across the world and feed chickens for a living. they love it

the end

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pan-kawaii-chan · 5 years

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If You Ever Come Back | Chapter Eleven

She wasn’t sure what she expected when they reported back to her. She’d only been staying in the apartment because Zane didn’t want her to get hurt, which was honestly really sweet of him and also kind of sucky for her, because she wanted to be helping if she could. Dante had done a great job in distracting her for a couple of hours, but eventually he needed to sleep. So when everyone comes back, she’s glad to see they’re all okay. She pushes herself up, trying not to aggravate her wound, and makes her way over to them. Aaron was heavily leaning on Aphmau and Garroth, and she can’t help but feel bad for him. He’d lost so much over these past few days. Travis was leaning on Katelyn, and Zane and Lucinda were supporting each other. They both weren’t in the best condition, but they were much better off than Aaron.

She makes her way over to Zane, sliding underneath his other arm. “I got him Lucinda~Chan,” she states, and the witch nods, moving away from the two of them and over to Katelyn. “Hey Zane~Kun, you okay?” Her voice stays soft, as to not overwhelm him or freak him out. He looks at her, unblinking.

“Who are…?” He trails off, his expression changing. He seems like he’s thinking about something, and Kawaii~Chan isn’t sure how she feels about his stare. “Eight.” It’s all he says. It’s quick and final, and she can’t help but feel put off by it. This is definitely not the Zane she fell for. Sure, she doesn’t expect him to be the same, but it’s almost as if everything about him got erased and replaced, and the only thing that stayed the same about him was his looks.

“Excuse me?” She hopes that doesn’t sound mean, but it’s a lot angrier and louder than she expected. Sure, she’s upset and she has every right to be, but she doesn’t want to be a number. She had always been a number back at home, and she didn’t like being called one now.

“Don’t be upset. That’s better than Lucinda.” And with that remark, she just ducks down and walks away, letting him drop. He lets out an oof, and she can feel him glaring at her back but she doesn’t care. He should know better than to put a hotness rank on his own girlfriend, much less tell her that she’s hotter than one of her friends, which means he had to have been looking. She understands him wanting to take things slow, and she understands that he needs his time and his space, but fuck it. He can have all the time and space he needs and wants if he’s going to be like this.

She pulls out her phone and walks over to a tree, leaning back against it and opening up her messages. She wasn’t even going to process her lockscreen or homescreen right now, both of which were pictures of her and Zane. She feels super betrayed at the moment.

💛 Dante~Kun 💛

“Hey Dante, are you busy right now? If so I can wait”

“No I’m free! What’s up?”

“I think something happened to Zane. He’s acting really weird and I’m not sure what I should do about it”

“How weird is weird?”

“I went to go help him out since Lucinda was helping to support him and she didn’t seem all that comfortable so I went to go take him from her and he started to ask who I was before just saying “eight”. When I said “excuse me?” because I was confused and a little hurt by it, he said that I shouldn’t feel bad because “that’s better than Lucinda”!!! And that really hurts because I love and trust him to not do that stuff since he knows that I’m not cool with being given a number and that it isn’t cool to look at your girlfriend’s friends and decide how hot they are, you know?”

“Oh damn that sucks KC :( I don’t really have advice since that type of stuff isn’t what I specialize in, but I would ask Aph and see if something happened? Because you know he would probably never do that to you. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you! You’re my friend and I want to be there for you when things get hard and when you need support”

“Thanks Dante, you’re the best :3″

“It’s no problem KC. If you need anything else let me know. I gotta finish up my shift since I’m on break right now but when you guys get back we’ll talk okay?”

“Alright! I’ll let you get back to work then! Just don’t hurt yourself, okay?

“I won’t I won’t. Don’t get hit with anymore swords while you’re still at that resort, okay?”

“You got it Boss Man! Seeya Dante :3″

Dante always seemed to make all of this easier to deal with. He’s a true friend and she’s glad that he’s here for her and that he’s in her life again. She sighs, looking up at the leaves of the tree and frowning. She’s starting to wish she never even came here in the first place. At least then she wouldn’t have almost died and dealt with whatever’s going on now. Maybe she should have just done the same as Dante and stayed at home and worked and made money. She could have hung out with him instead of spending all summer running around after Aaron and Aphmau and getting involved with Zane and kissing Garroth and making all these choices that have so far only lead up to everything sucking for her. This whole trip was such a big mistake.

#aphmau #kawaii~chan ashida #kawaii~chan #nana ashida #dante ashida #zane #zane ro'meave #al.txt #mine #if you ever come back au #idk what else to tag bc like. the kc n dante interaction is just. v platonic n not v romantic so idk if i should tag it #w/e ig akjdhgskjdhg #anyways here's this!! ill rb it tomorrow when i wake up im too annoyed w tumblr never posting this to draft or queue it

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chaossmagic · 5 years

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Ummm how about a prompt for what we JUST talked about? Robert and Aaron using the “whole world” phrase that would kill us

~go to the ends of the earth for you~

a sort of missing scene from last night - what happened after nicola and jimmy left after the scam reveal

“I suppose we can cancel those visa applications then.”

Aaron’s voice was calm, nonchalant, as he plugged his phone in to charge up for the night, half-in and half-out of his pyjamas, waiting for Robert to come out of the bathroom. He could see him through the slightly ajar door, barefoot and in a pair of Aaron’s own tracksuit bottoms, carefully brushing his teeth for the dentist-recommended two minutes. Aaron had scoffed at him when he’d put a small red kitchen timer on their bathroom shelf, outright laughed the first time Robert had very seriously set it for two minutes before brushing.

It was mental, he’d thought, who uses an egg timer to measure how long to brush their teeth for?

Robert, that’s who. Because sometimes, it was very clear to Aaron just how plain weird his husband was.

He heard the tap run in the sink, heard Robert’s toothbrush clatter back into the cup on the shelf, and then he was padding back into the room, a dejected look on his face. Worry lines creased his forehead, and if the situation had been any different, Aaron would have taken the opportunity to make a joke about wrinkles and lines and old age, but somehow it didn’t really fit the mood.

Robert sat heavily on the edge of the bed next to him, the mattress groaning under his weight. He kept his eyes firmly on the carpet between his feet as he said quietly, “Aaron, I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Aaron shook his head. “You couldn’t have known Graham was gonna rumble ya, or that he’d drag Nicola into it to screw ya both over.”

“I should’ve been more careful,” his husband insisted. “I should’ve covered my tracks better, protected Nicola. Made sure that she didn’t take all of the blame in all this. I shouldn’t have let her carry all of the weight.” He hung his head, scrubbing his palms over his face, then through his hair, making it stand on end. “Now we’ve lost our baby, and our friends have lost their livelihood and probably their home, too.” A beat of silence followed, and then Robert said bitterly, “Just another thing I’ve messed up.”

Aaron turned to face Robert, pulling his legs up underneath him to sit on crossed ankles. “Look, ya haven’t messed anything up, okay? Yeah, it was pretty stupid, I’ll give ya that, but I’m not gonna get angry at ya for trying to do right by our family, Robert. I know your heart was in the right place, and maybe that’s all that matters.”

“But the surrogacy,” Robert pressed on, upset clear in his voice as it strained over the words. “The clinics, the visits to agencies, all the plans we’d made….that’s all gone now. Because of me.” He shifted on the bed, pulled his phone out of his trouser pocket, pressed a button. “Look at this. D’you know what this is?”

Aaron looked. It was Robert’s lockscreen. A photograph of the four of them - him, Robert, Liv and Seb - all smiling at the camera. He remembered the day clearly; Liv had insisted on taking a proper family photo, had ordered Robert and Aaron onto the sofa and plopped Seb on Robert’s knee, before setting her own phone on a timer and rushing behind them to perch over the back of the sofa, a smile on her face so wide it was in danger of splitting it in half. The four of them. Their little family.

“This is my whole world,” Robert said, his throat tightening. “My whole world is right here, in this photo. And I wanted it to get bigger. I wanted Seb to have brothers and sisters. I wanted us to be dads again, for the second time - a hundred times!” He gave a little wet laugh. “I wanted to make you happy. I wanted us to be happy.”

“We still can, ya muppet,” Aaron sighed, reaching over to put a hand on his husband’s forearm, thumb rubbing over the soft skin there. “You haven’t ruined anythin’. It’s just a setback, that’s all. We’ll deal with it.”

“What, going to prison for fraud and embezzlement? Yeah, that’ll warm us to a potential surrogate,” Robert mumbled.

“Rob, look at me,” Aaron ordered, cupping his cheek gently and guiding Robert’s eyes to his. Blue meeting sea-green, the latter sparkling with the unshed tears of disappointment and failure. “You’re my world, too, ya know. And when I say I’m right in this with ya, I mean it. We will get our baby. We’ll find an amazing, fab surrogate, who understands us and accept us, and we’ll give Seb a little sister or a little brother that he’ll grow up with. It’ll happen. You’ll see.”

For the first time since earlier that evening, Robert smiled, all teeth and pink blushing cheeks. “I bloody love ya, you know that?”

“Course I do,” Aaron replied, giving him a soft peck on the lips. “I’m too irresistible, aren’t I?”

“Shut up, idiot,” Robert murmured - but his hands curled in the hem of Aaron’s pyjamas as he hungrily went for a second kiss, his heart still aching for his mistake, but buoyed by the notion that Aaron would always be there - and that somehow, things were going to work out.

#peoplediedrobert #lorna's writing #robron #robron fic #robert x aaron #emmerdale #emmerdale fic

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zhao-mei · 3 years

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aaron lockscreens

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callumsmitchells · 5 years

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had a picture of you in my mind (ao3)

It was an accidental photo, of sorts. You see, all three of them had competitions amongst themselves, seeing who could take the most embarrassing photo. They would never get posted anywhere (except for facebook when they were celebrating birthdays - that was a given), but this photo, that didn’t go anywhere.

Liv took it, which isn’t really surprising considering how attached she was to that phone of hers. She was always snapping photos, funny ones, embarrassing ones but also the occasional ones she would take so much pride in, uploading it to her laptop and spending hours hunched over trying to edit it to perfection just to upload it to social media. Over the last year or so, it has become evident that she was extremely creative, and was able to take stunning pieces of photography as well as creating art.

But this photo wasn’t one of those.

She’d taken it on a whim, walking in from the village, cheeks all rosy red from the cold, her hair blown all over and messy from the wind. Inside, the warmth overtook her, heat from the fire creating a homelike atmosphere and for once in her life, Liv knew she belonged somewhere. She belonged there, in Emmerdale. On the sofa, Robert and Aaron lay with their heads pressed together, Robert’s hair flicking just next to Aaron’s eyes and she wondered if it was irritating him or not. Their arms were folded, not holding each other like she was used to, but they looked so comfortable and at ease with each other. Like jigsaw pieces, if she wanted to be cliché. It just seemed to work, no matter what came between them. On their faces was soft smiles, gentleness just spread of them, genuine happiness evident from this one tiny thing. Liv couldn’t help but smile, seeing this, and took her phone of her pocket to take a photo. Her hands were frozen stiff and the photo a little blurry, but it was still nice.

Without saying a word, she moved away and back upstairs, hiding out in her bedroom.

The photo was forgotten about, practically lost in the abyss of screenshots and saved photos, but Liv eventually found it again, sending it to Aaron when they were both in the same room, and without Robert there. If ever she wanted a true reaction, Robert couldn’t be there. And it worked a treat, because Aaron’s face shifted from a look of confusion to this embarrassing, yet wonderful look of love. She’d seen it before, of course, because it was the exact face Aaron had when he looked at Robert, all wide eyes and flushed cheeks and a sheepish smile on his face, like Robert had just blown him away.

“When did you take this?” Aaron asked, but couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from his phone screen. There was something just so enticing to him about this snippet of his and Robert’s life.

Liv jus shrugged, “The other day.” and went about her day as if that’s all she needed to say.

Robert didn’t see this photo until later that week. He wasn’t meant to see it, it wasn’t exactly left in the open for him to see it. Aaron’s phone was balanced on the arm of the couch, looking dangerously like it was about to fall off at any given moment. Wouldn’t exactly be the first time, Robert thought, with the amount of times they’ve had to drive into Hotten centre to get it fixed or replaced over the years. Robert lifted Aaron’s phone to put it on the coffee table, and in the process must have accidentally pressed the home button, because the phone unlocked and went from a black screen to the photo that Liv had taken, right there, pride of place as Aaron’s lockscreen. Robert took a second or two to drink it in, to appreciate the scene. His face was pressed to Aaron’s, the two of them asleep, but with smiles upon their faces. It just looked so natural, so beautiful.

“Want to explain?” Robert asked, moving to stand behind Aaron now, arms around his waist, lips pressed to where his neck met his jaw and Aaron’s phone in his hand.

Aaron smiled, couldn’t not when his husbands lips were pressed to his jaw. “What now?” He asked, not particularly caring.

Robert grinned and held the phone up to Aaron’s eyesight and watches closely as Aaron blushed instantly, clearly embarrassed by it.

“L-Liv took it the other day when we fell asleep down here. Sent it to me and-” and he could think of an excuse.

“And you thought you’d put it as your lockscreen?” Robert finished for him.

Aaron gulped and responded lowly, “Yes, exactly. You look good in it anyway, so why not?

“Why not indeed. You look better though.” Robert chuckled and pressed his lips to Aaron’s jaw once more, this time with more pressure and passion.

The photo embarrassing to Liv, but Robert and Aaron both adored it. Soon, it become Robert’s lockscreen too, and the quest to take the most embarrassing photo of each other continued.

#robron #aaron x robert #myfic

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