Breaking Rules Mr. Hotchner?- A.hotchner

Hi my love!

I wanted to make a request, but please, don't feel any pressure to write it😊

So I was thinking a bau reader x Morgan where Morgan is being held at gunpoint somewhere where the team can't get in easily without alerting the unsub but they can see it on camera and the reader is just going feral trying to get to him and has to be held back by the rest of the team but they somehow manage to break away (not before socking someone in the face probably) and runs into the alley or something without a vest and doesn't even try to talk the guy down and just shoots him immediately. A fluffy moment between them and Morgan ensues and Morgan covers for them saying that the unsub wouldn't back down.

Again no pressure to write this

Have a lovely day ❤️

i love this idea, probably didn't do it justice, also my most sincere apologies for letting this rot in my inbox for so long :)

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take down- d.morgan

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a/n: i love this idea, probably didn't do it justice, also my most sincere apologies for letting this rot in my inbox for so long :)

summary: you take down an unsub that is threatening your husband, derek morgan

pairings: derek morgan x fem! bau! wife! reader

warnings: general criminal minds topics, reader kills someone, guns, etc.

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Five words rang in your head. ‘Derek’, ‘gunpoint’, and ‘don’t go in’. 

What the fuck was Hotch playing at. Derek Morgan was the love of your life and Hotch thought you were going to stand by this monitor showing you the worst sight imaginable, him being held at gunpoint by an unsub who hated him so much he was willing to kill him. 

Fuck that. 

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It wasn’t meant to hurt Aaron, but that right hook was meant to get his arms off of you and get him out of your way. He was collateral, you could deal with him later. What you couldn’t deal with was the fact that your husband was being held at gunpoint by a psychopath. You ran inside the building, Aaron and the rest of the team hot on your tail until the rest of the SWAT team stopped them. You were going in alone, and you couldn’t have cared less. Derek was in there, your Derek. You turned the corner, your eyes landing on the unsub and shot to kill. You didn’t care. He wasn’t safe, this unsub had been tracing and trying to track him down for months. The unsub hit the floor and with that, your adrenaline dropped. 

“Baby,” he rushed over to you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible. “I’m alright.”

“But h-he could’ve-” You started, tears falling onto his shirt but he hushed you. “I was so scared.”

“I’m alright, I promise,” he swore, cupping your cheeks to look at him. He had a cut on his eyebrow and he must’ve bled pretty heavily from it. “Now, are you ok?”

You’d never killed anyone before, Derek knew that. You nodded, trying to keep the vomit in your throat down. You’d killed a man. You shook your head and leaned against him. He held you, gentle and soft. Familiar. This was your Derek. The caring and kind man you almost had taken away from you. 

You held him closer. Hugged him tighter. 

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You couldn’t even look at the rest of the team, but you did know you’d broken Aaron’s nose. You didn’t care, you’d apologise later. You refused to let Derek out of your sights, out of your hands. 

He helped you get ready for bed in your shared hotel room, showered you both, changed into pyjamas, made you brush your teeth, do skincare, and made you do your ten pages of reading. 

When the light turned out, his strong arms wrapped around you and some of that anxiety wilted. He was here. He was alive. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “Thank you for today.”

“I love you too,” you whispered. 

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“What were you two thinking?!” Aaron demanded, his seemingly eternal patience growing thin. 

“I didn’t have a choice, he was going to kill him,” you scoffed. “Did you want me to just watch my husband die?”

“He wasn’t backing down? You’re a negotiator, negotiate!” Aaron sighed as he sat down. “Morgan, did you genuinely think the unsub was going to kill you had Y/n not shot him?”

“Yes.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he gritted out. “You have three weeks of mandatory leave. Both of you.”

You didn’t mind. Neither did Derek.

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opening night- aaron hotchner

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a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: aaron misses your opening night, he forgot all about it.

pairing: aaron hotchner x broadway performer! reader

warnings: angst, feelings of disappointment, hurt, etc. +

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He wasn’t coming, you knew it. Yes, it was your opening night, and yes, he knew how important it was to you. Yet he still didn’t come. 

It was embarrassing. You would’ve understood if the team was called away on a case, or if Jack wasn’t feeling well, or even if he wasn’t feeling well. But the team sat front row, Jack beside Spencer, Aaron nowhere to be seen. 

It was humiliating. 

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You walked off stage, already feeling the bitter sting at the back of your throat, the sting of tears threatening to come. Your castmates congratulated you as you walked to your dressing room, your friends taking your mind off of it for 20 minutes as you got out of costume and makeup and back into regular clothes, feeling yourself again. The only issue with that is that you wanted to be anyone else. You wanted to be like Megan, your castmate, her boyfriend had actually shown up. 

At least his team, your friends, were there. 

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Stage door was a nightmare, fans screaming your name and pulling you in every direction for 40 minutes, but in the end you were met with the kind eyes of Spencer and a sleeping Jack beside him, in his lap. 

“Congratulations! You were amazing,” he smiled.

"Thank you," you smiled as he wrapped you up in a hug.

"Aaron didn't show up, is he ok?" He asked and you sighed.

"I think he forgot," you sniffled. "It's fine, he's busy."

Spencer's lips pulled into a frown. "Well, I'm sorry he missed such an amazing show, and such an incredible leading lady," he smiled at you.

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Your spirits were lifted momentarily as you and him split a taxi to his hotel, then brought Jack up to your rented loft apartment to be put to sleep. You walked inside after putting Jack to bed in the other room to be met with the sight of Aaron working. 

Anger coursed through your veins. 

“Busy night?” You asked as you grabbed a glass of water. 

“Extremely, thank you for taking Jack out for the night,” he smiled at you. Not only did he not show up, he completely forgot. 

“No problem,” you scoffed, dodging his open arms. “Goodnight.”

Aaron’s brow furrowed and his brain quickly mulled over if he had done something to annoy or offend you, and he came up with nothing. He settled on the idea that you were just tired. 

Wrong. 

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“Dad! Y/n was so amazing last night,” Jack smiled over breakfast. You hadn't surfaced, though Aaron found it odd that you hadn’t insisted on cuddling last night. 

“Oh yeah bud? What did you two do?” He asked, flipping your pancakes. 

“Well first, Y/n brought me to the theatre, and she gave me the whole tour, then uncle Spencer and I went for dinner with uncle Derek, uncle David, auntie Jj, and auntie Emily, then we went back to the theatre and it was full of people! Y/n had a long dress and she sang so beautifully! She sounded like a princess!”

Aaron’s heart sank. Tonight wasn’t your opening night, yesterday was. He was the worst boyfriend in the whole world. “What bud? Isn’t tonight her opening night?”

“Nope, it was yesterday,” Jack took a bite out of his pancakes and Aaron could’ve cried. The door to your bedroom open and you walked out, knuckling your eyes as you yawned.

“Morning,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to Jack’s head, then starting the kettle. 

The entire reason Aaron and Jack had come to New York, to see your fucking broadway debut. Yet, Aaron missed it. He stayed at home doing paperwork. He thought you had just gone out for the night with Jack. 

Even the team showed up. 

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“Aaron?” You repeated. “The pancakes will burn.”

Aaron snapped back to reality and finished up the pancakes, putting them on a plate for you.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “Your flight is at 5, right?” 

Aaron’s heart broke further, he had to leave tonight and you were in New York for the next 9 months.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “We’ll pack soon. Hey J, why don’t you go and start packing up your things?” Jack ran off with a smile on his face.

“How was work last night?” You asked, genuinely wondering. You weren’t even angry anymore, just disappointed and hurt. But you still wanted Aaron to know you cared.  

“I’m so sorry,” he sighed, putting his hands on either side of you, essentially caging you against the counter as you sipped your tea. “I’m such an asshole.”

“It’s alright,” you shrugged. “It’s the same show every night and you probably know the entire thing just from being around me.”

“I should’ve been there.” 

“And you weren’t, which is ok too,” you ran a hand through his messy hair. “You’re busy.”

He hated how understanding you were. He hated how many chances you gave. He hated himself for squandering them.

“Never too busy for you,” he promised with a kiss on your exposed shoulder. 

“But you are Aaron,” you sighed. “If you don’t have time for this relationship I’d understand Aaron. You have to focus on Jack and you.”

Aaron could feel the familiar sting of tears in his eyes. “No. I love you, I’m so sorry I missed last night, I’ll go to every show  if that’ll make it up to you,” He promised as he held you closer, punctuating his words with his kisses on your skin. 

He had never said ‘I love you’ before. You two had only been dating for 11 months, you hadn’t said it yet. 

“I love you so much,” he said against your neck. “Please let me make it up to you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled. He pulled his head out from your neck and smiled at you. “It’s ok Aaron, we all make mistakes.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

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poached- sydcarmy

a/n: came across this idea by @the-real-bruce-banner and fell in love!!!

please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!

summary: carmen said some terrible things, can he fix it?

pairing: sydney adamu x carmen berzatto

warnings: mad angst, carmen is so mean, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, talks of vomiting, no happy ending :(

Carmen slammed the door of the office so hard, he was sure he’d broken it off the hinges. 

It had been a gruelling four weeks. Everyone could see it. Carmen had flown off the handle, again. 

He felt uncontrollable, his life unmanageable, and his restaurant? Broken. 

What was it this time? You may ask. Well, it all started with that damn poacher. 

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He looked so fucking smug. His nice suit, his expensive glasses, his gucci shoes- in the kitchen of all places. He was supposed to be looking around the kitchen, looking around for a new Chicago restaurant that was meant to be interesting, more of an experience than a meal. But he was paying too much attention to the staff. To Sydney. 

Carmen’s fists balled and the tension in his body rose. Why was she talking to him? She had no reason to. Then again, she had no reason not to. Who was he to stop her? They were meant to be business partners. She could talk to whoever she wanted, he wasn’t her father, nor was he anyone who should dictate her life. 

So why was she talking to that guy? 

“He’s a poacher,” Ritchie puffed out a large cloud of cigarette smoke. “I’ve seen what those guys do. They just sweep in and take your people, just like that.”

Carmen’s blood boiled.

“People like working here, we’re a family. He’s not getting our people.” Fak reassured the both of them. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’d be worried,” One of the new wait staff, Lindsey chuckled as she stamped out her cigarette. “I heard they were offering Chef Sydney her own restaurant.” 

She walked inside as Cramen’s eyes glazed over and his ears started ringing. 

Sydney. Sydney leaving him. Sydney, his Sydney, leaving him. She would go off, she’d be amazing- better than him. She’d made the menu she wanted, not the one he did. She’d call the shots, she could do it too. She did it on opening night. She was more than capable. She was the perfect person for the job. 

Fuck. 

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It was late. 1:07 am to be exact. Carmen thought he was the only person left in the building, too busy reading over bills and bank statements, while simultaneously thinking about how he could even try to run the Bear without Sydney. She pushed him to be better, to do better. 

What would he do without getting to see her face in the morning?  

A knock sounded at the door and pulled him from his thoughts. He called ‘it’s open’ without thinking. And there she was. Standing in front of him with her jacket on, and his in hand. 

“Hey,” she smiled softly, he rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah?” He asked, a rude part of him emerging. Sydney was taken aback, why was he speaking to her like this?

“I was just wondering if you wanted to get out of here? I know this place that’s still open now, it’s pretty good-”

“If you want to leave, leave. I don’t need you. Just leave,” Carmen blurted out. Sydney stared at him. The tension in the room grew, Carmen eyes trained on hers, daring her to say something. 

“What?”

“I don’t fucking need you. I don’t fucking want you. Leave.”

He was livid but his voice was unusually calm. 

“Ok, fine,” she scoffed, throwing him his jacket. 

“Don’t come back here. I don’t want to fucking see you again,” he seethed and slammed the door behind her as she nodded, irritation and anger behind her eyes. 

How could she betray him like this? How the fuck did he trust her? 

He vowed to never trust anyone again that night. 

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Four weeks without Sydney. Four weeks of hell. 

The restaurant wasn’t the same, everyone blamed Carmen for leaving, everyone hated him. He hated himself. He was brought out to serve a dish, some bullshit influencer he didn’t care about, but he was willing to put on a brave face and smile for their pictures, when a certain poacher caught his eye. He stalked over, irritation and discomfort clouding his better judgement. 

What was he doing here when he’d already taken the best chef? 

“Good evening sir,” He smiled at Carmen, his ridiculous British accent pulling at a nerve in Carmen’s brain. “Can I help you with something?”

“What are you doing here?” He asked. Point blank, he wanted no bullshit. “You both got what you wanted.” 

“I’m here to enjoy my food, might as well try what I missed out on,” He scoffed. “You have some very loyal people, Berzatto. Even Chef Adamu didn’t take my offer of her own restaurant. It’s such a shame.”

Carmen’s world came crashing down. “What’re you talking about?” “Chef Adamu? She turned down the offer, she stayed, am I correct?” He asked. Carmen didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to get to his office bin in time, before he vomited. He’d fucked up. Sydney didn’t leave him, he’d kicked her out. He’d been so mean. He was fucking horrible to her, and she had wanted to stay. Even after getting kicked out, she didn’t take the offer. 

Fuck. 

Once Carmen stopped spewing his guts into the small office bin under his table, he got up and picked up his damn phone, dialling her number.

Voicemail. Straight to voicemail. 

“H-hey Syd. Look, I-I kn-know I fucked up. I was so s-shitty to you, a-and I deserve to be fucking… I-I don’t even know. I was so fucking arrogant, and fucking rude and just f-fucking m-mean to you. I- I didn’t know what to do. I thought that you were l-leaving me and I-I just went into fucking a-autopilot, I was a total ass and I’m trying to say I’m sorry.” He went quiet for a full minute, his brian finally slowing down. “I’m sorry.” 

“This user has blocked you.” Read in the chat between the two of them. 

His voicemail wouldn’t send. 

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And that brings us to now, slamming the door so hard it probably broke. 

He’d really fucked up. 

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florida !!!- b.barnes

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao. set during tatws, but there are a lot of time-skips back in time

intended for fem reader!

summary: based off of florida !!! by taylor swift

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: sad ending, breaking up, general marvel topics, sad bucky, that pissy therapist, kinda suggestive…

the tortured poets department masterlist

You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too

They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Bucky stared at your photo in the exhibit, his heart heavy. Your beautiful face, smiling beside him, his hair was longer, a photo from before Thanos, just before you’d gone into battle. You’d fought tooth and nail, gotten closer than anyone else had to killing him, but it wasn’t enough. 

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“How’re you holding up?” His therapist pulled him from his thoughts. 

“Fine,” he lied. 

“It’s been… 4 months?” she asked. 

“Yes.”

“Y’know, people are usually still upset 4 months later? Healing isn’t linear-”

“I’m fine.” 

He was the farthest from fine he’d ever been. You were gone. Figuratively. He’d broken up with you, sending you away the second ‘real life’ became too much for him. He hadn’t been free for decades, now everything came at him far too fast. 

“Ok, so talk to me about Wakanda,” she shrugged and he scoffed. “Exactly.”

“I’ll talk about it,” he mumbled after a moment of silence. Shock spread across her face for a brief second, but she buried it. 

“Good, go ahead,” she confirmed. 

Little did you know your home's really only

A town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away just to pay

For a time-share down in Destin

Wakanda. His moment of peace. His moment of you.

You had decided to stay in Wakanda and join his programme, be there for him. He allowed you, but kept you at arms length, not wanting to ruin whatever friendship you two had any chance of having. 

That was, until that night. 

He was running, he could hear you breathing beside him. You were screaming. You were in pain. He kept running, you stopped. He left you behind, behind to die. 

He had been screaming your name in his sleep so you ran to his hut. “Buck?!” You shouted, putting a hand on his chest, trying to wake him up. His metal arm came up to hit you, you let him and barely flinched. Yes, it hurt like a bitch but you’d taken worse. His eyes opened, spilling out tears as his mouth opened to allow laboured breaths out. “Bucky, it’s ok,” you whispered. “I’m right here.”

“Y-you d-died,” he said in between shaky breaths. “And I left you there.” 

“I’m right here Buck, look at me,” You told his metal arm and placed it over your heart, sitting in the bed next to him to let him come to terms with the fact that you were actually alive. “I’m right here. I’m fine.”

He studied your face and found absolutely no sign or mocking or embarrassment. You were there for him. He allowed his head to fall into your lap and you began running your fingers through his hair. He’d never felt such peace. “You’re ok Bucky, go to sleep.”

He did. He’d slept better than he ever had. 

Florida

Is one hell of a drug

Florida

Can I use you up?

He tried to avoid you in the weeks after the dream, too embarrassed to speak to you. Yet every time you saw him, you offered him a soft smile and enthusiastic wave, one he reciprocated with his own awkward wave and shy smile. 

You were perfect. You were volunteering with local children, giving Shuri and the palace the genius of your brain, and you were helping him. You always attended his therapy sessions with him, waiting outside to walk him back to his hut. Sometimes, when it was late and the sun had set, when there were no prying eyes, you’d take his hand and you’d play a game of squeezing. You’d squeeze his hand, he’d squeeze yours, and vice versa until one of you started laughing. 

One of those nights, you’d just looked so beautiful, he’d reached out and kissed you. He was surprised by his own actions, but before he could pull away and apologise, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. 

It was still the best damn kiss of his life. 

The hurricane with my name when it came

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well, me and my ghosts, wе had a hell of a time

Yes, I'm hauntеd, but I'm feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared, well

No one asks any questions here

Weeks passed and you and Bucky started dating. Holding hands in the daylight, kisses before he went into his sessions, stolen glances over dinners, and his personal favourite, sneaking into each others huts. 

It’s not like anyone would stop you two, it was just fun to pretend you were a forbidden love. 

“Sweetheart?” he whispered into the dark expanse of your room. 

“Buck?” you yawned from your bed. 

“Yeah, it’s me darling,” he smiled as you pawed at his bicep, signalling for him to get into bed. He slipped in beside you, you legs wrapping around him in a silent plea. “You’re not too tired?”

“I just want you,” you kissed a line up and down his neck, your hazy voice making him dizzy with need. 

Those secret rendezvous, your perfect hands on him, you under him, your small giggles and jesting. 

He was in love with you.

2 years of love, then Tony called you both back. 

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

Thanos was the new threat. Thanos seemed unbeatable.

Though now, you didn’t know where you and Bucky stood. 

What would this do to the two of you?

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I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida

It's one hell of a drug

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this and I don't want to exist

So take me to Florida

Bucky stopped talking. 

“Do you need a break?” she asked, writing in her notebook. 

His eyes were full of tears but he shook his head. “I’m fine.”

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Little did you know your home's really only

A town you're just a guest in (Florida)

So you work your life away just to pay

For a time-share down in Destin (Take me to Florida)

Little did you know your home's really only

The town you'll get arrested (Florida)

So you pack your life away just to wait out

The shitstorm back in Texas

When you got back to the Avengers compound after 4 weeks of training, 4 weeks of not seeing your boyfriend. You didn’t even want to see anyone. You’d been grilled and tortured for 4 weeks, trying to make sure you were loyal to the Avengers, loyal to SHEILD. No body knew. 

Bucky knew. You looked more tired, seemed more on-edge. 

“Doll, come one, talk to me,” he whispered into your hair as he held you close. The flood-gates opened and you sobbed into his chest, telling him everything. 

He saw red. 

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Battling Thanos was the fight of both of your lives. When you lost, both of you were blipped. 

5 years in 10 seconds. You went straight back into the battlefield, both of you did. He was defeated, but not without a great sacrifice, Tony’s life. 

No one was the same.

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After all the diplomatic shit was over, Bucky and you had gotten a little place, a spacious apartment with a homey feel. 

You had barely moved in before he broke it off. 

“Maybe I don’t want this anymore!” He shouted and you fell silent. 

And that was it. You moved out. The apartment wasn’t spacious, it was empty. Empty of every piece of you. 

And he hated himself for it. 

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“So you do miss her?” 

“Yes,” he admitted, allowing the tears to flow down his cheeks. 

“Why haven’t you reached out to her?”

“She deserves better. As much as I want to go back to how things were, especially in Wakanda, I can’t in good conscience ruin her like that again.” He gulped down a cry. “When I… said what I said she looked so… broken.”

Florida

Is one hell of a drug

(Take me to) Florida

Can I use you up?

Florida

Is one hell of a drug

Florida

Go on, fuck me up

Me when I’m on my favourite blogs reposts? 😦

hi! can you do something with aaron and like a younger next-door neighbour and they're kinda secretly and newly dating and something with Jack goes wrong and reader helps fix it so aaron is just so in love and asks if he can tell jack and it's just super fluffy and cute!

Anyway, thank you so much, i love your writing!!!!

i love this idea so much!

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telling him- a.hotchner

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a/n: i got nothin.

summary: jack can't go to school, so you swoop in and become aaron's hero, he asks two pretty important questions.

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

warnings: none

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Aaron didn’t know what to do with himself. He’d left the BAU. Jack was 11. He had a pre-teen who he’d just moved across the country and changed his entire life. 

What the fuck were they doing in San Francisco?

Aaron was a lecturer now, on law in Stanford. Jack attended a new school, much to his dismay. 

And then there was you. The gorgeous woman who lived next door to them. You were a lecturer as well, nuclear physics but you were often mistaken for a student, considering you were only 25. You’d been very kind to him since he started work there, and even had had them over for dinner a couple of times. 

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“I don’t wanna go!” Jack exclaimed, arms crossed. 

“Jack, I have work in 45 minutes, my students are taking the bar exam, and you know your babysitter is out of town, you have to go to school,” he sighed, feeling helpless. Doing this alone had been the hardest part. He had to leave the family he had, the entire team, and his life behind.

“But they’re mean!” he sobbed into his dad’s chest. “They make fun of me for not having a mom…” 

Aaron’s heart broke. He didn’t want to send his kid into school if he was being bullied, and he made a mental note to speak to his teachers. 

“Hey guys,” your kind voice filled the house from downstairs. Aaron had given you a key just a few weeks ago. “Ready to go?” 

Aaron looked at the time on his watch, it was exactly when you all carpooled to school, then work. 

“Up here!” Jack shouted down to you as he cried into his dad’s shoulder, ruining his suit. Aaron could hear your footsteps up the stairs and he braced himself for any judgy looks. 

Judgy looks which never came.

“Poor Jack,” you sighed, rubbing his head. “What’s going on?”

“The kids at school laugh at me because I don't have a mommy anymore,” he cried, getting up and giving you a hug. You sent Aaron an empathetic look and hugged Jack back. 

“That is awful Jack, how about this. You come to work with me and your dad, my lectures don’t start ‘till later so you can hang out with me and I know someone who works at your school, so if you tell me your teacher’s name I can get the lesson plan for today and we can work through it in my office, does that sound good?” 

Jack nodded his head furiously and hugged you harder, his tears subsiding. 

Aaron’s heart could’ve exploded. You were so kind. You two had only been on a few dates in recent weeks, you hadn’t told Jack yet, but you were so caring. 

He mouthed a ‘thank you’ in your direction and you shrugged. ‘It’s the least I can do’. 

Aaron ran into his room, pulling on a new suit jacket to replace the one soiled by Jack’s tears, grabbed his briefcase, and followed you out to the car. You’d called your friend at his school and gotten the information so Jack had his school books in his bag. You drove them to the Stanford campus, explained to your supervisor who told you it was alright, and departed for the day, Jack’s hand in yours. Aaron walked over to his building, and you stayed in yours, sending him updates throughout the day. You made the majority of your lectures for the day either study lectures, or just cancelled lectures so you could keep a close eye on Jack. You even allowed three of your most responsible students to teach Jack some maths. 

At the end of the day, Jack fell asleep on the couch in your office while you were busy cleaning up your lecture hall. 

“Hi honey,” Aaron smiled from the door. 

“Hi love,” you smiled back. “How was your day? Did anyone faint in the exam hall?”

He crossed over to you in three quick strides and pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. You were so kind, you’d taken care of Jack all day for him, you’d made him feel less alone in the most isolating time of his life, and you were his. Well, maybe, he hadn’t exactly asked yet. “No one fainted, but a few did vomit before coming in.”

“Poor them,” you sighed. “Jack was fine all day, no issues.”

“Have I told you how wonderful you are?” He smiled and you chuckled. 

“A few times, sure,” you teased. “But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

Aaron smiled and moved one of his hands to cup your cheek. “You’re wonderful.”

You smiled back at him, pecking his cheek. “Well, good thing we have a date on Friday.”

“I want to tell Jack,” He admitted. “About us.”

You nodded. “You’re sure? It’s only been a couple of weeks.”

“I’m sure. He loves you anyways, what’s the worst that can happen?” He asked, pressing kisses to your neck as he spoke. 

“Umm- He could hate both of us because he feels like we’re replacing your and Haley’s relationship, he could start to resent you if we break up, he could hate me, the list goes on-”

“Don’t let it,” he smiled. “I have spent my whole life making calculated and deliberate decisions, even if I knew those choices wouldn’t make me happy. I want to be happy now, with you and Jack,” he admitted. In recent months you’d taught him the value of being slightly selfish, despite his altruistic tendencies. 

“Alright, whatever you say love,” you smiled and kissed him again, then went back to your desk to gather your things. 

“I also want to ask you something,” he stated and when you turned around you saw a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hands. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckled softly and smiled, the sweetness of the moment warming your heart. “Yes, Aaron, I will be your girlfriend.”

He grinned when you accepted and his hands wrapped around your waist as he pressed your lips against his  in celebration. 

He was happy, truly happy. For the first time in a long time. 

And it was all thanks to you.

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needing you, part 2- r.cameron

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a/n: last part!

summary: you two reconcile

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: hurt/ angst, breaking up, fighting, mentions of rafe's addictions, mentions of al-anon, mentions of break downs and bad mental health in general, kissing, happy ending :)

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“I’m sorry. I fucked up and I was an ashhole and I know I don’t deserve you but I need you back. You’re the only thing on this fucking island that keeps me sane and I don’t know what to do without you. You my girl, my best girl. You’re always there for me, and you know me, the real me. And somehow you’re still with me. You’ve seen me at my lowest and you chose to stay- for whatever fucking reason, and you made me the person I am today. I love you so much, not just because of who you are, but because I feel fucking better when I’m around you. And I didn’t mean fucking anything I said last night. I was just tired and I was jealous-”

“What were you jealous of?” you asked, cutting him off. 

“You and Jj,” he shrugged as you rolled your eyes. 

“Why would you be jealous of us?” 

“Because you’re always all over each other!” he groaned. 

“We hug each other Rafe! You’ve specifically told me to stop touching you on multiple occasions, so why does Jj giving me a hug piss you off?”

“Because I like it, and I wasn’t sure how to say that,” he admitted, much smaller than before. 

You put a hand on his cheek. “You have to talk to me about these things Rafe, if you’re having a bad day, tell me, don’t throw me under the bus. I’m on your side,” you sighed, and Rafe was full of hope.

“So- so we’re back together?” he asked, his hands grabbing at your waist. 

“Yes, but,” you smirked. “Only if you promise the next time we have to break up, we break up over something worth breaking for.”

Rafe was almost insulted. “You and I are never breaking up again, I’m taking you for keeps,” he smirked, and kissed you passionately.

He meant it. The ring in his bedside locked literally had your name engraved on the inside, just with a different surname…

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requesting sydney x reader! feel like it’s been so long since ive seen any content with her, especially because we were robbed of even a glimpse of her in that new teaser they released the other day 😭

I answered this with another sydney request here -> burnt

I hope you like it :) thank you for requesting

regrets- s.reid

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summary: spencer comes back from prison and your grief and his cause the collapse of your world.

pairing: spencer reid x fem reader

warnings: suicide mentions, death, fighting, break-up, breif spencer in prison mentions (nothing about the storyline though dw)

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Spencer had always been skinny. He’d always been last picked for sports, and at the beginning of your relationship, he was nervous to be naked in front of you.

Were you two still even in a relationship? 

He’d been in prison, then he was out and saving his mom. Now he’s home. 

And you’re not. 

The first thing to do in his mind is to shower. He wanted to wash the last few days off of him. He hadn’t been in a comfortable place in a long time, so the shower seemed different, the products you used to use were gone, replaced by others. Did you even live here anymore? 

Getting naked was too difficult, every time he saw what he’d become, he felt the uncontrollable urge to vomit and not stop until he passed out. He sat in the bathroom for a long time, he wasn’t even sure how long. 

The front door opened. Your voice to someone over the phone, a rustling of bags and a sigh once the call was over. 

He had so many questions. Why hadn’t you been there? Where were you? You sent him letter after letter (ones he couldn’t bring himself to respond to) about not being able to wait to see him, about missing him, chewing him out for not letting you come see him. 

So where had you been?

“Fuck this fucking funeral,” you mumbled to yourself as you walked through your kitchen. “Fuck my life.”

You grabbed a cup of water as you felt the familiar sting of tears in the back of your throat. Spencer listened close to the bathroom door as you slowly broke down. It started as just a single sob. Then it progressed until you were fully crying on your kitchen floor and dialling someone’s number. 

“Y/n?” Penelope’s voice said from the other side of the line. 

“Hey,” you sighed. “I’m so sorry that you couldn’t reach me for the past few days, I was back in Vermont and I had no cell service. Anyways, any news on Spencer? I know that Diana got moved to a facility, any news from him? Did Luke or Jj visit?”

Spencer’s heart broke as he listened to you put everything aside just to ask about him. 

“Babe… Spencer got out three days ago,” she admitted.

Another stab to your already bleeding heart. Spencer watched as your face broke from the crack in the bathroom door. 

“Oh,” your voice broke. “Good.”

There was a long silence. 

“Do you know where he is?” You asked, ashamed that you had to ask someone else for the whereabouts of your fiancé.  

“I’m not sure, I’m so sorry girl-” Penelope’s comforting voice was cut off by you hanging up. The sobbing started again and Spencer just couldn’t take it anymore. He opened the bathroom door and revealed himself, tears in his own eyes. You scrambled up to your feet and approached him cautiously. 

“Hi,” he said, just above a whisper. 

“Hey,” you said, lip quivering. 

“What happened in Vermont?” He asked.

Your eyes dropped to the floor and he saw some tears fall. “My little sister killed herself.”

Spencer wanted nothing more than to grab you and hold you, but a voice in the back of his head told him that you’d reject him and call him disgusting. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” you shook your head. “I should’ve been here.”

“You didn’t-”

“I missed you so much Spencer,” you sighed, a watery smile on your lips. “Why didn’t you respond to my letters?” 

Spencer felt a weight on his chest tighten. “I-I couldn’t.” 

“You responded to everyone else's.”

“You’re different-”

“I’m expendable. I’m just here, all the fucking time, aren’t I? Do you even want to get married?” You demanded. 

Spencer brought a hand up to your cheek and wiped away a single tear. “I would marry you right now.”

You closed your eyes, pushing his hand away. “I’m sorry,” you cried. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

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Spencer was quiet and allowed you your space, but still stayed close enough to be around. The following weeks were full of ups and downs, one of which ended with you sleeping on the couch. 

He’d said something stupid about you not trying hard enough with taking care of yourself, like he had any weight in that conversation. He couldn’t even look at himself. 

He didn't take kindly to that comment.

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“You think it’s easy for me?” He asked. “I was in prison for-”

“You think that was easy for me? I was alone-”

“I never asked to be put in prison!” He shouted. 

“I never asked for my sister to kill herself!” You screamed. 

There was silence for a moment. 

“I’m done with you,” Spencer snapped. “We’re done.”

And your heart broke for a second time. 

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“What happened?” Penelope asked, opening her door to you.

“We broke up,” you shrugged. “I need somewhere to stay until I can get an apartment.”

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Penelope watched in horror as you went about your days as normal for the next three weeks. Acting as if nothing had even happened.  

Something had happened. Your life had changed in two major ways. You weren’t a fiancé anymore. You weren’t a sister anymore. You were nothing. At least, that’s what it felt like. 

And nothings aren’t FBI agents. 

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You sat in Emily’s office with a sullen look on your face. Her’s had drained of all colour when you handed in your gun and resigned. 

“You’re serious?” she asked. 

“Deadly.” 

“You’re happy?” she asked again, meeting your eyes. 

“No.” 

She nodded, understanding your issues and pulled you in for a motherly hug. “We’ll miss you a lot.”

“Don’t be a stranger,” you sighed, lying to both of you. The phone would not be working both ways. She’d call and leave voice notes, and you’d listen to them but never reply. But it would be enough for the both of you. 

“You’d never be a stranger to me,” she smiled sadly. Emily had been like a sister since the beginning. She’d always looked out for you. She’d always been there for you. “I’d suggest cleaning out your desk before Reid comes in next week,” she nodded, wiping her tears. 

“It’s done.” 

Emily nodded, then smiled at you. “You’re going to do something so special.” 

“Thank you,’ you whispered, your emotions getting the better of you. 

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“Where’s Y/n?” Spencer asked, sitting at the roundtable. “Her desk is empty.”

“She left last week, Spence,” Jj admitted. “We thought she’d told you?” 

“What? No, she didn’t tell me?” 

“She’s your fiancé Spencer, she obviously had to tell you.”

Penelope and Emily made brief eye-contact. Spencer looked down. 

“We broke up.” 

Jj’s jaw dropped, Luke’s jaw dropped. 

“She’s gone,” Emily sighed. “Sorry Spencer.”

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Spencer’s world was in black and white. You were gone. You’d left. His love was gone. 

How would he survive?

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memory fails- c.berzatto

a/n: this is lowkey saddddd but wtv. this was intended for fem!reader but it's only mentioned once so feel free to imagine what you like :) also I fucking love Monk.

summary: there's no way carmy forgot such an important date, right? You'd better go down to the restaurant and check.

pairings: carmenberzatto x reader, platonic!syndeyadamu x reader

warnings: breaking up, parental loss, failing relationship, mean carmy, brief mention of sex, mentions of feeling used in a relationship, smoking.

Everything was too loud. His head hurt, his body ached and all he fucking wanted was to be at home, with you. He stepped outside the noisy kitchen and lit a cigarette, a habit he knew you hated but he just couldn’t take this anymore. Why did I leave my bed this morning? He asked himself again and again.

This morning, you were beside him, arms wrapped around his neck as he lazily kissed a trail up your neck, electing small giggles from your drowsy state. Today was meant to be his day off, but fucking Nat called him in for a meeting with Cicerio, a meeting that didn’t even happen. So now, here he was standing outside his own restaurant, the last place he wanted to be right then. He had spent the day practicing fucking timing in the kitchen. The sun was setting, he knew he’d missed the day with you. He knew you’d be upset. Never mad, always just upset, or frustrated. Just never fucking mad. He didn’t think he’d ever seen you mad. He brought the cigarette to his lips again as he smiled at the image of you that morning, one that will be burnt into his brain forever. 

“Cousin! Your girl’s here!” Richie shouted from inside and Carmen’s daydream was shattered. He exhaled the remaining smoke and off he went, back inside where he saw you, arms crossed against your chest, looking guarded and upset. 

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked as he pulled you into his office for some privacy. Richie, Tina and Sydney gave him stern looks. 

“You remember what today is, right?” You asked him, a slight wobble in your voice. He scoured his brain for a few seconds and that was all you needed. “You don’t.” 

“Sunshine, I’m sorry I-”

“Carm, if you don’t have time for this relationship anymore then what are we doing?” you sigh, sitting on the small black couch in the corner. “I’m sick of feeling like I don’t matter.”

“Sunshine, what? You matter more than anyone, more than anything! Wh-where is this coming from?” 

“It’s my dad’s anniversary. You didn’t show up. Sydney showed up, Nat showed up, Tina showed up, hell, even fucking Cicero showed up! And my own boyfriend didn’t? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You were getting mad. For the first time ever he was seeing you get mad. His heart broke. He had made you mad. He made his sunshine mad. “I just wanted 45 minutes of your time to visit his grave!” That’s why it was just him and Ritchie in the restaurant earlier.

“Fuck…” He sighed out. 

“Yeah Carmen, ‘fuck’! At this point, I’m kind of ready to break up Carmen! If this is how important to you I am, then maybe we’re fucking done!” You shouted, the entire restaurant and kitchen could hear you, thank god there were no customers but fuck, how could he miss such an important date? 

His face dropped. You couldn’t actually mean that, right?

“Sunshine please-”

“No Carmen. I come second to fucking everything in your life! Today was the day you promised to be there for me! It’s not fucking fair.”

“Sunshine, you know that work is important,” he tried to reason and when he looked up he knew he had made a grave mistake. 

“More important than me? More important than my dad’s fucking one-anniversary? More important than being there for me?” you challenged. 

“Yes! Sometimes, yes! Not everything is always about you!” He shouted, and trust him, he knew he shouldn’t have. What he really wanted was to apologise and spend the next few days making it up to you. But he didn’t. He just dug himself a deeper hole. “Fuck’s sake- sunshine, just drop it!”

Had he had the emotional strength to look up, he would’ve seen the hurt evident in your face. He would’ve noticed the way your eyes glazed and how you started shaking. 

“Fuck you.” You practically whispered. “Fuck your restaurant and fuck this shit. I have to at least allow myself some fucking self-respect Carmen! You don’t get to treat me like this anymore! We’re done.” You turn on your heel, walking out of the restaurant as Sydney follows after you, and Richie starts giving Carmen hell. 

“Yo, that seemed pretty heated back there-” She started saying, trying to catch up to you. 

“Please Syd, just… leave me alone,” you sighed, leaning against the wall outside the restaurant. 

“I’m sure this is just… like he’s just being a dick-”

“He forgot the one thing I needed him to remember. The only fucking thing I asked him to remember. I never care when he misses my birthday, any and all family things, fucking date nights. I never care. I’m always understanding. But I’m so done. I’m done with this feeling- I-I’m just… I feel like I’m the only one who cares, y’know? Like I’m the only one who ever puts any fucking effort into our relationship, a-and when he finally does, it’s like he’s expecting a fucking medal for just… being a boyfriend. And I understand that he’s struggling, but there’s only so much comforting and support I can give before I feel like I’m being used. I am being used Syd. All he does is come home and he's either crying or manic, or mad, so I comfort him, and then he asks if he can fuck me, and of fucking course I say yes, because he’s looking at me with those puppy-dog eyes. And then he turns over and falls asleep, and I’m fucking alone again. I’m struggling too! My dad died! My…” You trailed off as Sydney pulled you into a comforting hug. “I fucking hate myself for staying with him, just hoping he’d be better,” you explain as sobs wrack your body. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you.

“He’s an asshole, and I think we both know you’re better without him, but I get this is hard too. How about we go back to yours and watch some Monk? It was your dads favourite, right?” She offered, a kind smile on her lips. 

“Yeah, thanks,” you smiled through your tears. 

“I’ll go grab my stuff, be back in a minute,” she smiled and walked back inside the building, leaving you with your thoughts. 

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“I-is she ok?” Carmen’s eyes were on Sydney as she walked back inside the building. 

“Fuck you Carmen,” Ritchie sighed, as Sydney started grabbing her things from her locker, ignoring his question. “You don’t deserve to know if she’s ok!”

“You didn’t go either!” Carmen pointed out.

“Yeah, cause I went with her to the grave yesterday, y’know, since I have my fucking job today?!” 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Look, I’m heading out, night,” Sydney mumbled out as she slung her bag over her shoulder, walking swiftly towards the door. 

“Wait! Just… a-are we broken up then?” Carmen asked, terrified of the answer. The restaurant stilled. 

“Yes,” all of them answered, Tina’s voice the loudest. It was unanimous. You were gone from his life. Carmen stalked into his office and slammed the door, a loud “Fuck!” could be heard, as well as things falling to the floor. 

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Sydney walked back out to you and grabbed your arm, whisking you away from The Bear and to her couch, binge watching episodes of Monk with her and her dad, popcorn and beer in your hands until you inevitably fell asleep on her floor.

Carmen didn’t sleep that night. He just kept thinking about you that morning, the small smile in the darkness. Your soft skin against his lips and hands. Your lips against his. Your kind eyes. Your sing-song voice. Your sweet smell. Your perfect smile. Your determination and unbreakable spirit. You. 

He had a lot to make up for, but how?

(part 1) before his choice- a.donaldson

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a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

this is like the prelude to the other stuff but i get that it's confusing that it's coming out later- i didn't think i'd turn this into a series so i didn't exactly have a plan, sorry :)

this is 18+, mdni plssss

summary: how it was before art ruined your relationship

pairing: art donaldson x reader

warnings: smuttttt, 18+, piv using protection (don't be silly, wrap it), oral (f receiving), cute couple moments

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“There goes Stanford’s favourite couple!” Megan rolled her eyes playfully. Art had his arms draped around your shoulders as you walked around campus as the sun set. Art chuckled and flipped her off, smirking as you laughed. Megan had been your roommate in your first year and you’d been best friends ever since.

You and Art were Stanford’s favourite couple. You were tennis prodigies, both extremely talented and both of you were friends with basically everyone. Everyone was always rooting for the two of you, apparently there was a fan page dedicated to your relationship. 

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“How was practice with Tash?” He asked, his arms circling your waist as you leant against the wall, waiting in line in the canteen. 

“Fine, she’s getting better,” You shrugged. Tashi had never been able to beat you, but she was getting better.

“She’s not going to beat you,” He smirked, pressing kisses against your cheeks.

“She’s really good!” You giggled, feeling his hands squeeze your waist harder. “I wouldn’t mind, maybe then she wouldn’t hate me.”

“Tashi doesn’t hate you,” he shook his head. He knew it was a semi-lie, Tashi didn't like loosing. You were the only person capable of making her loose.

“She doesn’t like me Art, it’s fine, I don’t mind,” you sighed. “Anyway, enough tennis, what are we doing tonight?”

Art smirked. “We have that party-”

You groaned. Art always wanted to go out, then leave early. In your opinion, why not just cut out the middleman and go straight to your dorm? “Art, what is the point?”

“You look hot in dresses,” He shrugged and chuckled as you playfully hit him on the arm. “Come on, it’ll be fun! We can dance and hang out with our friends.”

You rolled your eyes at the way he’s pretending it’s a choice. “It’s not like I have a choice, I picked date night last time.” 

“Exactly, so we’re going,” he grinned and you cupped his cheek, kissing him heavily. He was so beautiful, what else were you supposed to do? You pulled away quickly and moved up in the line, beginning to order both your lunches. You drove Art insane sometimes. Your pretty tennis skirts, your sweet lips on his, you. 

He did recognise that his brain was still stuck in the gutter like a teenage boy when it came to sex. He didn’t seem to mind much though. 

He placed his hand on your ass as you ordered for the both of you and he saw how you gulped.

Maybe he wasn’t the only one who’s head was in the gutter. 

You collected your food and sat at a table together, enjoying the canteen food.

“You’ll wear the red dress, right?” He asked. It was his favourite colour, and the colour of the college that the two of you would be representing. 

“No, Nike sent over something for me to wear, I think it’s purple,” you shrugged. Your partnership with Nike meant at every event you went to, you were representing them. That meant they were often sending you new things. 

“Purple?” He questioned.

“Yeah, like plum-y purple,” you shrugged. 

“Can’t wait,” he winked at you and you kicked him under the table. 

Tonight was going to be a long night. 

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You finished styling your hair as Art walked into your dorm, baby blue shirt and some black formal trousers on, his blonde curls looking particularly beautiful. The dress Nike had sent over was beautiful, Art’s jaw dropped when he saw you. 

You were gorgeous. 

“Hey baby,” You smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his stunned cheek. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He stated. You chuckled at him as his hands gripped your waist, making you look at him. “You’re so, so beautiful.”

“You look handsome,” You smiled, smoothing out his collar. “Ready to go?”

“We’re not going anywhere,” he decided, lust-filled eyes staring into yours before he pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss. 

You kissed back immediately, your hands running through his curls. You probably had a ‘thing’ for his hair. His hands smoothed up the expanse of your back, pulling you impossibly closer. This is what he was, passionate, loving, and a little bit possessive. He radiated heat, his chest against your as he pushed you against the wall, his lips never leaving yours. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips as your hands dipped lower, going directly for his trousers zipper. 

“So are you,” you smiled, kissing him again. His hands found the zipper at the back of your dress, letting it fall to the floor at your feet. You unzipped him then started working on his shirt buttons, both of you forgetting about the party. 

His hands quickly pulled at your bra and underwear, leaving you bare as he stripped himself, thanking his past self for keeping a stock of condoms in your bedside table. He leaned over, quickly grabbing one and opening it with his teeth, sheathing his hard cock as you looked at him under you. He met your glazed eyes, lustfully looking at him, a soft smile on your face. 

You were so beautiful. 

You sank down on him, never quite used to the stretch he provided. “Fuck,” you moaned out. 

His eyes rolled back as you buried him inside of you. His hands gripped your waist, the faint remnants of bruises left from earlier in the week, when he was in this exact position. He pulled your face down to his as you started moving and started kissing up and down your neck between moans. He changed the position slightly, thrusting up into you to reach the gummy spot inside of you that made you scream out for him.

“God,” he groaned. “Fuck… f-fuck.”

You felt so good around him, it was one of his favourite feelings, the absolute euphoria of having your wrapped around him, using him to get yourself off.  

“You’re so good,” you whined breathlessly. “So good.”

Your voice and moans spurred him on, he loved your voice. He loved everything about you. 

“You gonna cum?” He whined, thrusting up into you. You nodded, bouncing on him harder as you began reaching your climax. He felt you tighten around him and he gasped, trying to not cum so quickly. 

“I’m c-cumming,” You groaned in his ear and he was a goner. He cupped your cheek, hap-harzardly kissing you to swallow the scream that was bound to leave his lips. You gripped his hips to still his uncoordinated and subscious thrusts as you both came down from your highs. 

Art still wasn’t done, he needed to taste you. “Let me taste it, please?” He begged, pulling himself out of you. “Please?”

“Art, we’re already late,” you reminded him through your sex-fueled haze. 

“Please, just let me kiss it,” he begged, kissing down your body, his fingers finding your sopping core. You moaned at the contact and nodded, a meek ‘please’ leaving your lips. 

That was all the confirmation Art needed. He latched his lips onto your clit, drawing out moan after moan. His fingers pumped in and out of you slowly, paying special attention to your g-spot. His tongue sucked over your over-sensitive clit and brought you to another two orgasms, not being able to stop himself from humping the bed in his enchanted state. He loved how you tasted, he couldn’t get enough of it, he never wanted to. If he could spend his days between your legs he would. 

After you came for the third time that night, he connected your lips again and smiled at you. “Thank you.”

Your fucked-out face was truly a sight to behold, and he had the pleasure of seeing it whenever he pleased. 

“Come on, we have a party to go to,” He smirked and you whined as he cleaned you up by running three fingers through your soaking core and licking them clean. 

He appreciated the new marks on your neck that he had created as you slowly got up. You dressed yourself in the beautiful dress once again, fixing your hair and makeup, then spraying yourself with some more perfume, attempting to cover the smell of sex. 

As you sat in the passenger seat of his car, he thought about how perfect you were, his hand in yours as he drove you to the party. 

Little did he know that this party would lead to the beginning of the end of your relationship.

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