jesus now i can’t stop thinking about aaron’s arms & hands and it’s really just putting a nail in your coffin because holy shit how can he expect you to behave normally around that. i can picture it, too, like say you’re at the crime scene (out of the heat and in the air conditioning) and you’re not-so-subtly hinting, “it’s chilly in here, don’t you want to put on your jacket?” and he’ll just shoot you this sidelong glance because he’s genuinely confused, like what’s up with you? and it’s not like you aren’t enjoying the sight of his bulging biceps - in a polo that’s just one or two sizes too small - it’s that you’re enjoying it too much, but you’re grasping at straws here because god, it’s such a distraction, and meanwhile beside you hotch is still confused, and now a little worried, and you can barely keep it together because while you’re about two seconds away from spontaneous combustion, he’s pulling you aside and asking if you’re okay and do you need a minute? i can take care of this. but our sweet darling angel takes the hint (even if he still has no idea what’s going on), he’s shrugged his suit jacket back on over his shoulders, and you can breathe again now that you’re brain isn’t short circuiting, but now he’s telling you in hushed tones to wait in the suv, he’ll be right there. and when he comes out he’s asking you if there’s something bothering you, you’re not getting sick, are you? do you need to get anything off your chest? and it’s just hilarious because yes, he’s the exact type of person that, profiler or not, would be oblivious to the effects he has on you and how attractive he is. and the fact that he’s just such a distraction. ofc i’m thinking of all of this as a workplace crush that he has no idea about
you're clearly flustered, your cheeks are blushing, you're nearly tripping over your own feet because you can't pay attention to anything that isn't him. so that just piles onto aaron's concern even more. sweet baby ugh
but you listen to his suggestion; you head out to the suv, hop into the passenger seat and wait.
it also didn't help that you were the one to witness him taking the jacket off. his torso and biceps and everything flexing right. in. front of you. only to reveal his hands and forearms more clearly, not to mention his hand and arm veins <3333 how can you not just stare.
when aaron finally wraps up, which didn't take very long because he was more focused on getting back to you, he gets in the car and just turns to stare at you, nothing but that look of concern on his face.
he, very hesitantly and gently, reaches out to place his hand on your forehead, checking your temperature just to make sure you aren't actually getting sick. please him being nervous to even touch you 😫🫶🏻 workplace crush things hehe you are a bit warm, but that's solely because your cheeks have been flushed for at least twenty minutes all thanks to him.
his mouth falls into a frown and again, he asks you, "are you sure you're feeling okay?"
you just nod and say something along the lines that you just need some water or something, i mean you are thirsty hehe so he ever so helpfully reaches into the back where there are some water bottles stored. you watch him, and literally all you can do is imagine his arm flexing underneath his jacket sleeve as he grabs one, hands it to you, and you're just internally screaming.
of course, it just results in you blushing even more if possible, and you very quietly squeak out a thank you. literally that's all you can say because meanwhile your thoughts are just running wild and none of them are appropriate and ugh aaron still isn't convinced you're alright. an expression of worry is glued on his face, for the rest of the day, and he insists on not being a few feet away from you at all times. hehe maybe he even insists on sharing a hotel room with you that night just to triple check that you're alright <3
he's just completely clueless that those sexy arms of his is the ultimate distraction <3
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the way Ace would always ask for a kiss after you apply lip gloss / chapstick because he loves the taste💀 and he absolutely would pout if you put it on and don’t immediately lean over to give him a kiss
Ace would go the whole nines, silent treatment with his arms crossed and his lips pouted impatiently waiting for you to notice how bothered he is because how DARE you apply it and not kiss him???? You KNOW he loves the taste of your lipgloss and is he not cute enough for you to want to kiss all the time????
do you even LOVE him anymore???
trick question, you absolutely love him it’s just funny to watch him pout so you give him two kisses to make up for it🤍🤍
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Since I’m still on Calamity brain I have some thoughts about the Zerxus/Asmodeus dynamic.
Luis’ recent comments snapped a lot of things into place for me. Zerxus does see this literal god of evil as a child! He parented a toddler so to him all of the whining about not getting what he wants, having to share, being put in time out, rings really familiar—I even wrote about that in a fic days ago. At the same time it feels like there are layers to it beyond that. Asmodeus is a child who needs a more attentive parent but he’s also an absentee dad who needs to do better—better than Zerxus himself is doing. There are underlying threads of that “lifegiver-to-lifegiver, Shape Up, give you kids some better gifts, don’t destroy the world” to his plea for understanding. Neglectful parent and neglected child are blending together and both of them need help.
There’s also attraction there, the similarity to Evandrin that Asmodeus is trying so very hard to capitalize on, but this is the least profitable path of manipulation. I don’t think that Zerxus doesn’t recognize the similarity or isn’t impacted by a seducer god’s hot bod. But he’s a professional. He’s probably dealt with lots of people who were objectively attractive and had done terrible things. More importantly, he had probably dealt with lots of people who were objectively attractive who he was in position of power over as the First Knight of Avalir. And he definitely did see himself in some position of power, however temporary, as long as Asmodeus was looking for his aid. Mr. Redemption isn’t going to exert undue influence or let himself feel compromised by wandering thoughts. He’s suppressing that way down. It’s present but it’s an undercurrent. Maybe if the Ceremony of Atonement had worked he would have accepted an invitation to go to coffee in a few months, once he could justify it to himself. Maybe he had some weird stray autonomic reactions, an instinct to get a little touchier than usual. But he told himself he had it under control.
The Dad Complex, on the other hand, he does not have experience or wizard-HR training in dealing with. He’s fully ruined by that one.
Asmodeus, on the other hand, I think very much wants to make this situation sexual. Partly as a corruption method—oh, you think you’re so noble and pure but you’ll stumble into a compromising situation with the first Betrayer to flutter their lashes at you? But mainly because he sees Zerxus as a consumable. Something to be used and twisted and eaten up to the fullest extent possible. Every inch of his body? He wants it. Every emotion, every moment, every crime, his now. He doesn’t make fair bargains and if he’s going to have this man he’s going to have him for everything he’s worth. Gods don’t even have the same hungers mortals do, this is just a way to screw with him a little more.
All rooted, of course, in Zerxus as a convenient proxy for several other things he’s mad about (the other gods esp. the Dawnfather, mortality as a whole, rejection, anyone who thinks they’re better than him). Like Zerxus, there are several layers of personal issues being projected onto the other party.
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